#this was hard lol my mind went blank immediately

[highvern]

When I Kissed the Teacher

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, humor

Summary: Mr. Kim has a crush, to his students that much is clear. It's also clear that you like him too. What happens when a group of meddlesome ten year olds decide to play cupid for their two favorite teachers?

Warnings: science teacher mingyu, grammar teacher reader, meddling students, crushes, flirting, lots of candy and coffee

Length: ~5.2k

Note: it's here! thank you to @gyuwoncheol and @gyuswhore for beta reading and to my lovely @tomodachiii for fact checking my knowledge of primary school lol

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Turning from the white board, Mingyu faces the room full of weary children. Mondays are hard. Early mornings are hard. Learning the difference between reptiles and mammals first thing on Monday morning is downright torture. But it’s nothing a little bribery (read: candy) can't fix.

"Alright class, today we're learning about animals! Who remembers what a mammal is?"

Mingyu barely finishes his sentence before a sharp knock interrupts.

“Mr. Kim,” you seethe from the doorway.

Mingyu turns around immediately, eyes wide in fear at your tone. “Yes?”

“Can I speak with you? In the hallway?”

The class of ten year olds “ooooh” as their teacher trails after you like a kicked puppy. If they weren't awake before they sure are now. He shoots a silencing look back before dipping out the door where you wait, foot tapping impatiently.

“Would you like to explain where all my printer paper went?”

Mingyu tries to play dumb. “I don’t know?”

“Oh really?" You blink. "Because I found the box in the workroom and guess what was on the printer? More of your worksheets for your class!”

“How do you know they were for my class?”

You don’t answer, in favor of shoving the animal themed coloring sheets into his chest harshly.

“Listen, anyone could have…” He trails off under your withering glare.

“If you need paper, ask!”

Mingyu burns under the reprimand. “Oh, like you asked to use my paints last month?” 

“That was an accident!" you argue, eyes wide. "And I replaced them.”

“Alright, then I’ll replace the paper I took.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

With a curt nod, you turn to leave; unaware of the blushing cheeks and heart eyes following your retreating form. But the gaggle of elementary students waiting for Mingyu's return see them clear as day; their fits of shrill giggles and whispers falling on deaf ears as he shakes off the stars clouding his mind.

Mr. Kim, their goofy science teacher, has a crush. And like children are wont to do, they hatch a scheme to help him out.

—

“Alright. Do we remember the difference between fragments and sentences?”

The classroom ripples with tiny voices shouting “yes” with varying degrees of confidence. Their last quiz grades are proof they haven’t quite grasped the subject yet but that’s why you’re planning for an intensive review with them today.

“Awesome! So our warm up today should be a piece of cake. I’ll help with the first one so let's all look at the boa—”

A knock at the door cuts you off. Mingyu stands in the threshold, looking positively mischievous. 

“Sorry to interrupt, Ms. y/l/n. But can I speak with you in the hall?”

Forcing a smile, you respond. “Certainly. Class, why don’t you all work with your desk partner on the worksheet and when I come back we’ll go over the answers?”

They break into groups, chattering about everything but the work you’ve assigned; most notably the way Mr. Kim beams as you follow him outside. However, once you’ve crossed beyond the border of the brightly decorated room, twenty pairs of ears strain to hear why Mr. Kim interrupted their morning lesson.

“What's this about?” you ask.

Mingyu smiles, eyes shifting to the floor. “Here's the paper I owed you.” 

“You’re kidding.”

Three hefty boxes are stacked next to your door. It’s far more paper than Mingyu used for his color sheets, and more than you’d probably need for the rest of the semester.

“I thought you could use extra since you’re too stingy to share.”

“I’m not stingy!” You scoff.

Mingyu simply flashes another self-satisfied smile before heaving a box into his arms and carrying it into your classroom. He could certainly carry all three boxes at once; anytime there were desks or anything else remotely heavy to be moved, Mingyu did so with ease. But the kids don’t think anything of the way he so obviously drags out the torture.

The kids watch Mr. Kim weave through the maze of tables towards the back of the room.

“Lia, can you open the door for me please?”

The little girl jumps from her desk and bolts for the supply closet, braids bouncy with each step.

“In here okay?” Mingyu asks.

Blinking from your stupor, you turn back to your desk as you answer. “Yeah, it’s…whatever.” 

Your class stopped their work to focus on the unfolding drama between their two favorite teachers. They don’t know why you can’t seem to stand their science teacher, and it’s anyone’s guess why Mr. Kim has decided to interrupt their grammar lesson for something so silly. But it’s clear that whenever you two meet an argument is clear to follow. And in the guidebook of elementary school, if you like a girl, you always argue with them.

So enthralled in your silent battle of wits with the peppy man, you miss the two girls plotting in the corner.

Hana turns to her friends with breakneck speed. “Did you see the way Mr. Kim smiled at her?”

“He’s so in love,” Arin sighs dreamily.

“And Miss y/l/n is blushing! We should help them.”

Their whispers are cut off when you clap. “Alright! Back to work!”

Mingyu lingers by the front until you forcibly shoo him away, huffing at the permanent smile stretched across his lips even when the door slams in his face.

“Meet at the tree during recess.” 

The two girls nod and return to their worksheets.

A new week comes with new challenges. Today’s is the universe’s determination to make your life as difficult as possible.

Your alarm didn’t go off, your shoddy dryer left you with damp clothes, and your car battery decided a short strike would be a great way to start the freezing morning. There was barely time to wash your face with cold tap water let alone put on makeup or style your hair. To top it all off, the green lunchbox with leftovers from your favorite restaurant sits on the shelf of your fridge which means the crumbled granola bar at the bottom of your purse will finally see the light of day.

Flicking on the lights, you rush to prepare for the day. By the grace of god your first period is planning time so no students witness your near breakdown from the absolute shit storm of the morning. Not much is to be done since you already organized everything you needed Friday afternoon but the tense events of the day leave you feeling off. Not even a cup of coffee with the creamer you reserve for days like these helps the overwhelming unease rippling in the back of your throat.

Your allotted private time washes by and before you know it, a gaggle of students filters into your room, giddy on holiday spirit and sugar. The first five minutes of class are spent reminding them their butts belong in chairs at their own stations, that the warmup is for them to complete on their own, and if they aren’t feeling well enough to do classwork they need to go to the nurse.

Twenty minutes into the lesson and the worksheet for their quiz on Friday finally manages to capture their attention. A few students struggle but most are sailing through. Its the same material as last week just with a new puzzle for them to complete once they have all the correct answers.

“Alright, who can tell me what word fits for number six?” you ask.

The attentiveness you’ve sweated to cultivate all morning dissolves when a volunteer knocks to distribute candy-grams.

“Delivery!” a young woman sings as she enters, dressed in red from head to toe with heart shaped sunglasses and a sparkly headband. Her wicker basket flows with candy bars wrapped with shiny ribbon and cardstock penned with confessions.

The shrill symphony of oohs and ahhs as the kids receive pieces of candy raises the vein on your temple. 

“And for Ms. y/l/n!” the young woman sing-songs, heart headband bouncing as she approaches your desk.

The cardstock reads one of the cheesy messages the school provides for the Valentine cards they sell as a yearly fundraiser.

‘I like you a choco-lot! - your secret admirer’ 

You throw it into a drawer in your desk, oblivious to the crestfallen faces of two little girls watching with rapt attention. 

“I don’t think she likes chocolate,” Arin whispers.

“No. Remember during Halloween? She said her favorite candy is Twix. She gave Gabi an extra point on the spelling test when she brought in her halloween candy and gave them to her.” 

“Well maybe she’s mad because it wasn’t a Twix!”

“Maybe. But Mr. Kim didn’t react to the note on his desk this morning either,” Hana huffs. “But he was late so maybe he didn’t see it.”

Your second attempt to put class back on track falls flat. Instead of group review, kids come up to your desk one by one to check their answers while you nurse your headache until the bell dismisses everyone to their next destination. Another crop of students flood the seats, emotions running high from who did and didn’t receive candy in their last class. Two students end up arguing about who knows what and then proceed to break into frustrated tears.

You bite your tongue to stop from doing the same and put on one of the movies you reserve for days like these.

When Mingyu walks into your room after school ends and all the kids are dismissed for pick up, you give him a look that sends him turning around and exiting the way he came without a word.

Tuesday brings a better attitude. Mostly because you get to take all of your class to the library for silent reading. But the homemade stirfry sitting in your lunch box in the teacher’s lounge helps too.

Your second period kids spread out through the room, some sprawled across the worn rugs on their bellies while others curl up in the much coveted bean bags; a few choose to hide between the imposing bookshelves, crowded on all sides by the smell of old paper. 

With an overly sweetened latte sitting in one hand, and a new novel in the other, you perch at the long table near the librarian's desk to ‘supervise.’

“How did you manage to get a copy of The Gate? I couldn’t even get the pre-order before it sold out.” Elise, the librarian, asks. 

You smile into your coffee cup before responding. “Eh, I know a guy.”

“You do? I thought you didn’t date?”

“I don’t.” You nod. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t have connections.”

“Well whoever your ‘connection’ is, send them my way when you're done with him.”

You pretend to ponder before answering, “I’ll think about it.”

Snapping your book shut, you rise to gather the kids to return back to class. It takes several minutes as a few refuse to join the line until their current chapter is finished and Kai pulls out the puppy dog eyes, begging to stay all day to finish his book. 

You corral them out the door with promises of more reading time on Friday if they behave well the rest of the week. Some roll their eyes but most nod enthusiastically at the opportunity to skip on their weekly quiz.

Unlocking the door, you unpack your things and find a basket of Valentine’s on your desk to be passed out. Almost all the kids receive at least one, some find two or even three heart shaped sugar cookies on their desk. Your heart squeezes when some of the students decide to divy up their cookies and gift them to the students who didn’t receive a note. 

The last cookie at the bottom of the basket has a note with your name on it and a message in the same swirly script as yesterday’s.

We go together like milk and cookies. - your secret admirer

As far as cheesy Valentine’s go, you’ve seen worse. But free snacks are free snacks and the confection tastes great dipped in your coffee.

Your fourth period class focuses on their worksheets, silently deciphering the reading and ticking of questions. You promised whatever group finished first with the most right answers gets a special Valentine treat; full sized candies and extra credit on Friday. 

Whatever it takes to keep them focused while you work through grading everything for your other classes.

You don’t notice the man waiting at the door until one of your kids greet their science teacher; a ripple of tiny ‘Hi, Mr. Kim!’s following. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Mingyu announces from the door. “But, ugh, the volunteer accidentally gave me this.”

“Oh! Thanks Min—Mr. Kim.” 

You take the can of orange soda from his hand and skim the note.

I have a ‘crush’ on you. - your secret admirer

None of the students can read the note from their seats but you and Mr. Kim look equally bashful. 

“What are you guys working on? Mingyu asks, hoping to diffuse the tension.

A cacophony of voice race to explain their assignment. Mingyu pretends to understand, smiling at their enthusiasm and grabbing a worksheet for himself. 

He plants himself in one of the tiny plastic chairs next to your desk meant for ten year olds rather than a grown man of his size. It’s comical the way his knees brush his chest and any small move across the slippery seat threatens to land him on the floor.

Reviewing the sheet, Mingyu announces, “Alright, how about if you guys finish your work before me, we can have a pizza party in my class on Friday?”

More screams bounce off the walls.

“You guys can’t finish if you’re talking to Mr. Kim,” you remind them.

The room descends into a cozy calm; the sound of pencils on paper, your keyboard clicks, and the soft jazz from the computer speakers blending together.

You don’t look up to grab the answer key from the corner of the desk, Mingyu huffing from his seat at being caught.

“No cheating,” you smirk under your breath.

“Creative strategy,” he argues.

Instead of answering you shake your head and continue to focus on your own tasks. 

Ten minutes and twenty emails later, two groups of students rise and approach your desk at the same time. 

“We finished first!”

“No, we did!”

“Guys,” you interrupt them. “I’ll grade them both and whoever has more right wins. Besides, Mr. Kim owes you a pizza party anyway.”

The entire class cheers at the news while Mingyu playfully pouts. Maybe if he hadn’t given up on his worksheet to snoop through the basket full of snacks on your bookshelf, he wouldn’t be eating his own words.

The second group of students to approach your desk ends up victorious. You mark down their candy orders to pick up on your weekly grocery shopping trip on Thursday night before sending them to back up their belongings so you can all head to the cafeteria.

“What’d you bring for lunch?” Mingyu asks as he walks with you to the teachers lounge to retrieve your lunch boxes.

“Pasta salad.”

“Wanna trade?” 

“What’d you bring?” you ask, handing him the black grocery bag you know carries his lunch.

“Pasta salad.”

You roll your eyes and kick the fridge shut.

—

After lunch you have another free period. The printing room is empty so you take advantage and make enough copies for the rest of the week. Perhaps Mingyu wasn’t wrong to bring you three boxes of paper.

Lugging the stack in hand, you turn down that hall only to find a familiar face standing guard outside your classroom.

“Arin? Why are you in the hallway? You should be in class.”

“I was just…going to the bathroom!”

“Really? Because there's a bathroom right outside Mrs. Lee’s classroom if I remember correctly.”

“It was gross!”

Considering Mrs. Lee’s classroom sits on the main hallway and intersects with two other grades, it probably looked more akin to a battlefield than a restroom at this time of day.

“Okay…but hurry back. And I’m gonna let Mrs. Lee know what took you so long so she isn’t worried.” 

You side step around her but she moves right into your path. And then again. And again.

“Arin, what are you doing?” 

“Sorry, Ms. y/l/n. I don’t feel good. Can you walk me to the nurse?”

Crouching to her height, you rest the back of your hand against her forehead. Arin never admits she doesn’t feel well even when she’s tinged green and hacking up a lung. It’s the perfect admission to keep you from peering past the threshold of your classroom and blowing the entire operation.

Until a loud crash and high pitched scream breaks the silence of the hallway.

You jump back up.“What the—”

“Wait!” Arin shouts, throwing her arms and legs wide to block your path like a three foot tall ‘X’.

“Arin, what is going on?” 

“Mr. Kim said animals make themselves bigger to be scarier,” Arin says, tiny face scowling.

“And why are you trying to scare me?” 

Another bang echoes out the classroom forcing you to pick the little girl up by her armpits and carry her inside with you. She slips from your hold as you stare with a wide mouth at the scene. A desk is pulled up to the board allowing Hana to balance atop it as she scribbles across the chalkboard.

Wil you be my Valintin? - Mr. K

“Hana! What are you doing?”

“Arin!” Hana huffs indignantly.

Arin opens her mouth to respond but the look on your face silences both girls. You help Hana down from the desktop before crossing your arms in front of you and taking a deep breath.

“Sit. Now.”

They trudge to the seats next to your desk; heads hung low, tears brimming in their eyes. Neither has been on the receiving end of such a reprimand before; they’re usually your best behaved students.

You allow them to stew in silence as you right the two chairs Hana knocked over. She doesn’t look injured which is a relief but your nerves are shot from the perplexing situation. Hana and Arin can be troublemakers but they’ve never done anything like this before.

Once you're certain the urge to yell at them is quelled you approach your desk and take a seat. You watch them expectantly. Arin chances a glance up and swiftly looks back to her lap while Hana focuses on the picture at the edge of your desk, blinking away tears.

“Girls,” you sigh. “What were you doing in here?”

“Ms. y/l/n,” Arin blubbers.

Presenting the tissue box, you wait several moments while they both dab their eyes and blow their noses before speaking again.

“We just thought…” Hana starts, glancing at the other girl.

“Thought what?”

“Mr. Kim’s in love with you and we wanted to help!”

“I see.” You nod. “Did Mr. Kim tell you that?”

They look at each other before shaking their heads ‘no.’

Your temple throbs from the situation. A measured breath through your nose sends the girls into a frenzy.

“We can tell!”

“You’re perfect for eachother!”

“And did Mr. Kim ask you to sneak into my classroom while I wasn’t here?”

“No ma’am,” they mumble in unison.

It dawns on you that the two girls have been behind all the gifts you’ve received this week.“Are you two behind all the Valentine’s I’ve gotten?”

“We were just trying to help!” cries Arin.

Moving to crouch in front of them, you wait until they both look up at you.

“It’s very sweet what you were trying to do and I’m sorry I yelled at you. But you can’t sneak out of class. What if something happened and you got hurt climbing the table?”

“I’m sorry,.” Hana says.

“Me too.” 

You pass them more tissues to wipe their noses.

“How about we get you two back to class?”

“But what about Mr. Kim?”

“Yeah! He needs to know how you feel.”

“That’s between Mr. Kim and I. Understand? Those are grown up things.”

The repulsion painting their faces forces you to bite back a snort. Instead you offer your hands, pinkies extended towards them both.

“How ‘bout this? I promise to talk to Mr. Kim if you two promise no more meddling. Okay?”

All three of you share a smile as you intertwine their pinkies with your own. 

“Now,” you say whilst jumping to your feet. “You are supposed to be in Mrs. Lee’s class. And you are supposed to be at the library.”

Escorting them both back to where they belong, they can’t help but giggle when you pass Mr. Kim’s room and he waves. The question is clear on his face but you shrug your shoulders. 

You’ll explain everything later.

You smile knowingly at the corner of the classroom where two little cupids sit as the volunteer brings you a lollipop with a note reading ‘I’m a sucker for you.’

Part of you feels guilty they pooled their own money together to supply you and the teacher next door with treats all week in an effort to play matchmaker. But another part can’t help but laugh. And when you get the chance to tell Mingyu what they’ve planned you’ll no doubt laugh harder.

But because the universe somehow knows you lied to your students the day prior you find your reckoning in the cafeteria.

It was Mingyu’s fault. Or at least that’s what you argue. You barely made it three steps inside the room before the large man bulldozes you; sending his lunch and your own down your fronts in a palette of greens and browns.

His eyes widen in horror as a slice of tomato peels off your shirt and flops to the floor. “I am so sorry!”

“Seriously?” you choke.

The entire school watches with baited breath. Students and teachers alike watch with abject horror as you skirt around the taller man and flee with shaking shoulders and your chin dipped into your chest. Mingyu gapes like a fish as you run by, frozen in place. As hundreds of eyes settle on him, he realizes they all saw how he drenched you in salad and coffee. 

Mrs. Lee dismisses him with a nod, silently agreeing to watch his class so he can trapeze out to his car and find something suitable to wear.

—

Mingyu watches the game of kickball unfold across the field, keeping an eye on the rowdier students as they pick teams. But even from a distance he recognizes one face is notably absent.

He finds Kai slumped on a bench at the far corner of the playground using a stick to draw lines in the dirt at his feet.

“Hey, buddy. You feeling okay?” Mingyu asks. 

Kai never misses a game of kickball. Even when his arm was in a cast at the beginning of the year, he insisted he only needed one good arm to play defense and neither to play offense. Kai’s mom simply laughed at Mingyu’s concerned email and said her son was exactly like his dad and there was no stopping him if he was set on something.

So to have the little curly haired boy isolated on the far edge of the field is serious cause for concern.

Kai looks up briefly at Mingyu’s approach before returning to his mud art. “Mr. Kim, have you ever liked someone?”

“Liked someone?” Mingyu drops onto the bench next to him.

“Like,” the little boy inhales trying to explain himself. “Like a girl?”

Mingyu snuffs out his chuckle at Kai’s innocent question. “Yeah, why do you ask? Do you like a girl?”

“I–My friend does!”

“Okay,” Mingyu nods.

“And he doesn’t know how to tell her.”

“Well that's tough.” 

“How’d you tell the girl you liked?”

“Well,” Mingyu drops to a whisper. “Once upon a time, I had a crush on this girl. And she was the prettiest girl I ever saw. Smart and funny too.”

“Did she run fast?”

The question confuses Mingyu at first but then he remembers he’s talking to a ten year old and the rules of attraction hinge on who gets the swing the highest and jumps off.

“She ran really fast,” he nods. “And she made me so nervous I couldn’t talk to her. My palms got all sweaty and my face turned red.”

“That happens to m—I mean my friend!”

“And it feels like there's a bunch of frogs jumping around your stomach?”

“Yeah,” Kai nods. “So how’d you tell her?”

“Well one day, I finally decided to introduce myself. Walked right up to her, opened my mouth and…poof.”

“Poof?”

“Poof.” Mingyu hangs his head. “I forgot everything I was gonna say to her.”

“What happened after that?”

“She waited a few minutes and then said ‘okay, I’ll meet you at 6:30 for dinner.’”

“She knew you liked her?”

Mingyu nods gravely before imparting his most sage wisdom. “Girls are very smart, Kai.”

“So I should try and tell her I like her?”

“Your friend should at least try,” Mingyu shrugs.

Kai blushes, having been clearly caught. “But what if she doesn’t like him back?”

“That’s okay. It just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Thanks, Mr. Kim. You’re the best!”

“You’re welcome, buddy.” Mingyu gives him a fist bump before shooing him back towards his friends. “Now go play kickball, the boys need your help.”

Kai runs off but a new presence fills the vacant seat on the bench. 

“I thought we agreed to keep our romantic life a secret at work.”

Mingyu smiles sheepishly before turning to look at you. “Oh, you heard that?” 

“Yeah, I heard,” you smile. “They already think you have a crush on me.”

“Smart kids.” He says, enjoying the way the worn sage button up swallows your figure. 

Mingyu loves when you wear his clothes, he told you this morning when you stole his favorite jacket. Which is why you both took almost twenty minutes to gain your composure after he spilled an entire tray of food on you. 

Mingyu swears he didn’t do it on purpose. How could he have known you were coming through the door at that very moment? But he’d do it again if it meant seeing you in one of the spare shirts he keeps in the truck again. Even if it meant he’d also sustain minor coffee burns.

“They think I have a crush on you too.”

You watch the way he traces your collar bone, catching the twinkle of the diamond pendant resting at the hollow of your throat; his birthstone. It was the first piece of jewelry he bought you when you started dating almost a decade ago. 

You hadn’t taken it off since the day he gave it to you with shaky hands and red ears.

“Do you?” He asks.

“Do I, what?”

“Have a crush on me?”

“Oh Gyu,” you coo at him. “I have the fattest crush on you.”

“Damn right you do.”

Sitting outside with an entire audience of other teachers and students doesn’t allow either of you to fall into the familiar comfort of adorning kisses or airtight hugs. But Mingyu’s pinky brushing yours in the ample space between your figures is enough for now.

Friday is Valentine’s day which means all the kids don red and pink outfits and prepare for a day of candy filled fun. You spent all morning helping the art teacher set up paint stations. Why she cashed in on the long owed favor with such a simple task was beyond you but the monotony is a nice change from the chaos you’ve experienced all week. When second period rolls around, you shuffle back to your classroom; welcomed by the line of students waiting outside your locked door. 

“I swear! I saw Mr. Kim and Ms. y/l/n at the grocery store last night.”

“Hana, Ms. y/l/n said its grown up business. Maybe you just saw people that look like them,” Arin shrugs. “And I don’t wanna get in trouble again.”

“It had to be them!”

They quiet down as they walk past your figure, smiling like cherubs when you greet them.

Students file in one by one, shrill voices echoing from excitement. Most cheer about their pizza party with Mr. Kim later that afternoon, a few squeals about the set of Valentine’s their parents sent with them to handout. 

Your ears catch a few other snippets of conversation as you wait for the stragglers to make it by. 

“Oh my gosh those are so pretty!”

“Those look like the flowers my mommy likes!”

Curiosity gets the better of you, forcing you to step into the room and see what the kids are talking about. 

An explosion of pink camellias resting on your desk. Huge blossoms with pale pink petals spill over the sides of the vase, slips of greenery sprinkled throughout. Approaching your desk, the floral aroma fills your nose. The blooms feel like soft velvet under the pad of your finger tracing the largest one in the center of the arrangement.

Who on earth?

As if on cue a mop of black hair peaks in from the hall. Mingyu eyes the bouquet and the pleased look on your face before allowing his own to break into his infamous smile.

“Just wanted to make sure they got here safe,” he calls.

You whip your head up, eyes wide and mouth open at the can of worms he just spilled.

“What?” Mingyu asks innocently. “Can’t a man buy his fiancee flowers?”

He disappears with a wink but his laughter at the chaos he’s stirred up can be heard miles away.

“MISS Y/L/N YOU’RE MARRIED?” Mark screams.

Another shrill voice answers, “Fiancee means they’re almost married, idiot!” 

“You lied to us!” Arin and Hana chorus.

Dropping into your chair, you hide your burning face in your hands. Coincidentally it also hides your shy grin from the hoard of ten year olds jumping in their seats at the news.Mingyu is in so much trouble.

A few weeks before the new school year starts, a group of nearly eleven year olds crowd into the pews of the massive church at the center of town. Stained glass reflects patterns over the marble floors, casting them in a rainbow of colors. 

Some sit on their hands to calm the adrenaline pumping through their tiny veins. Others rock back and forth in an effort to watch Mr. Kim strut down the aisle in a fancy looking suit. 

But all of them gasp when you turn the corner.

You look like a real life princess in your wedding dress, floating towards their science teacher waiting at the altar with tears and a smile matching your own.

When you and Mr. Kim kiss, the girls squeal and the boys blush.

Several rows ahead sits a small group of older students, who’ve long graduated elementary school and are headed to college in a few days. They exchange satisfied smiles and pat themselves on the back for getting their favorite fourth grade teachers together all those years ago.

Maybe now your new classes won’t try playing Cupid like they do every year given Mr. Kim finally married their favorite teacher.

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Pity Party

Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: 'I'm going to do it,' you thought triumphantly. 'I'm going to invite Malleus Draconia to the next Unbirthday Party as my date.' And naturally, the Universe in all its infinite omnipotence, went 'lol bet.'

A/N: A very fun commission for the lovely @toast-tales

“Heartslaybul is having another one of their Unbirthday Parties this Friday,” you said, a bit stilted but enthusiastic nevertheless. “And I was thinking—well, it was just a thought! But! Maybe it’d be nice if we, y’know, went together?” You finished, looking up from beneath your lashes at the looming figure before you.

The Gargoyle, naturally, did not respond. A sound rejection if ever there was one.

But! That attempt had sounded really good, hadn’t it? Totally natural and everything! Not a single stutter, fainting episode, or bought of nervous vomiting to be seen!

“Okay,” you muttered, pacing back and forth as you diligently fought the urge to ring your hands. “Okay, okay, okay. I can do this. It’s just, like, two sentences—Three? Was that three?—Doesn’t matter! Focus! It’s not that hard!”

You circled and circled around the alcove. It was a familiar little corner, for all that you’d only ever seen it in the dark of the evening. This was where you’d meet up with Malleus for your nighttime rendezvous. Normally you didn’t bother popping by for at least another hour, but you needed all the practice you could get. And while, yes, the stone carvings overhead were hardly the best conversational partners, it was easier to practice your totally smooth pickup skills on their emotionless faces than, like, Grim. Or God forbid, Ace and Deuce. 

It was only Malleus, you reassured yourself yet again—your kindly, awkward, fey friend with the social awareness of a two-centuries-old potato. It was one thing to know, or at least assume, that he’d be sweet enough to take your offer in stride. It was another entirely to imagine the Briar Prince’s blank ass face saying something genuinely well-intentioned but harsh like ‘that doesn’t sound like a particularly riveting way to spend my afternoon,’ and immediately crushing your soul into itty bitty bite-sized pieces. It was an all too easy scene to picture, as you’d done at least a hundred times since your heart had set itself on its intentions.

You just—maybe just a bit more time. Yes. One more round of practice (perhaps two), and then you’d be ready. Like the Overblots, or whatever. Those hardly phased you at all anymore! It only took repetitive, mind rending, exposure therapy. That would do it. You just needed the teeniest bit more time to—

“Ah—Child of Man. I wasn’t expecting to see you here so earl��”

You jolted back with a truly heinous squawk and wheeled gracelessly into the stone pillar at your rear. You weren’t exactly a force of nature or anything, but the column hadn’t looked all that stable to begin with. So your frantic flailing took its toll, and the great, rock, beam creaked and fell. The Gargoyle perched atop it (the very one you’d been propositioning for the past half hour or so) crashed to the ground with an echoing BOOM and a cloud of debris fit to choke an elephant.

The poor thing lay in the dirt in pieces, its regal countenance split right down the middle. And Malleus Draconia, noted aficionado of all things carved from stone, looked two steps away from having an actual aneurism. So you hurriedly buried your invitation back in the depths of your brain and quickly went about carrying out the inanimate-object-equivalent of CPR.

“I think I have some super glue back in Ramshackle,” you offered. Even though you knew well enough that he could probably wave his hand and undo the entire thing. But it was the thought that counted, right?

“Supered Glue?” Malleus parroted, his neon eyes darting back and forth between you and the shattered gargoyle like you’d just offered him some mystical panacea. You nodded along and scuttled off in the direction of your dilapidated dorm.

‘Tomorrow,’ you promised yourself, as you rifled through your miscellaneous utilities drawer, tossing around rolls of tape and wads of too-thin elastic bands. ‘Tomorrow I’ll ask him.’

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The next morning, you sat in Potion’s Class with the tacky remnants of last night’s nonsense dried along your fingertips. You sneezed and something ground unpleasantly behind your ear. You reached up to pluck a stray bit of gravel from your hair and flicked it aside.

Normally you tried to give Crewel’s lectures the entirety of your focus, primarily because you respected the man and wanted him to like you. And also, y’know, from the very rational standpoint of not wanting to lose your eyebrows or dignity when an incorrectly brewed potion exploded in your face. But today you were stuck in the clouds, replaying scenario after scenario and wondering what your next step in the whole ‘Ask The Crowned Prince of An Entire Nation Out to Lunch’ situation should be.

Your neck was itching again, and you scrubbed around mindlessly before pulling out another bit of gargoyle debris and tossing it. It bounced harmlessly off Jack’s shoulder.

“Did you get all that?” Your beastman friend asked, beginning the tedious process of organizing your group workstation for the day.

“Oh? Yes. Of course,” you nodded, not having heard a single word of what was going on. You grabbed your little instructions pamphlet for the day and made your way towards your own stool.

Jack turned and narrowed his yellow eyes at you in a way that clearly let you know that that superhuman schnoz of his had sniffed out your bullshit a mile away, but you generally had a better track record than the rest of the first years, so thankfully he let it slide.

Without further ado, you went about heating, and mixing, and tempering. And by the end, the pair of you had a lovely, silver, concoction that popped and fizzled like cola. Professor Crewel paused in his rounds of the rows to stare into your cauldron with an impassive sort of look that could have meant anything from ‘Content’ to ‘Outright Murder.’ Your eyes hastily flickered around the room, but everyone else’s potions looked liked Mercury Sprite too, so you couldn’t have been in too much trouble. You dipped the testing spoon into one of the bubbliest bits and brought it to your mouth to take a teeny sip. It tasted alright, and you smacked your lips as you tried to identify the flavor.

“Well?” The professor droned, crossing his arms over his chest in a fashion that looked entirely unimpressed. “How is it?”

You opened your mouth to reply and nothing came out but static. Literal static. Like you were some overloaded, old, plug—spitting sparks and whiny, high-pitched, nonsense that was most definitely an indication of some sort of fire risk.

Crewel hummed in that self-satisfied sort of way of his—the sort that was only mastered by those who were in the habit of being proven right during every, single, catastrophe.

“The Tickled Tongue recipe is fairly straightforward, you see,” he explained, stepping closer with a languid swishswish of his large overcoat. “It’s difficult to alter without any remarkable change or err. However,” he droned, “it is incredibly similar to the Stone Tongued Elixir. Do you know what the one, unique, ingredient in that brew is in comparison to our assigned project today, Prefect?”

You sighed fuzz.

“Stone,” he said, reaching out to pluck another bit of gravel from your hair.

Crewel brushed his hands against his vest and you debated if it’d be worth it to try jumping out of the window and escape while you still had at least some face.

“I’ve been kind enough to look the other way when you break curfew so that you may continue your… nightly excursions with a certain upperclassman,” he droned, and that open window was looking even more tempting. “But please at least give me the courtesy of cleaning up the evidence before attending my class in the mornings, yes?”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to say, but it just sounded like a busted landline.

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“Hello, Child of Man,” Malleus beamed, his lips curling pleasantly at the corners. His usual trio were flanking his hind, all watching with varying degrees of interest that ranged from sharp curiosity (Lilia) to outright hostility (Sebek).  “Would you care to accompany me for lunch?”

You opened your mouth and all that came out was the fucking AOL dial tone.

Lilia doubled over laughing and Malleus tilted his head at you like a dog listening to a whistle tone.

“Pardon?” He blinked.

“BZZZZZZ,” you said, miserable, and Lilia just laughed harder.

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‘Two days left,’ you reminded yourself miserably. You had just under forty-eight wretched hours to not only complete your initial Date Objective, but also somehow do that whole thing while making up for the ego-crushing failures of your first two failures.  

There was a Spelldrive match after classes today—another attempt for Leona to try and get one up on Malleus’s ‘Hall of Fame Worthy’ record before the pair of them aged out of the competition. And maybe that would be perfect! That was always sort of a Thing in teen movies, right? The big, heart wrenching, confession delivered on the field of whatever sport was in season. The fated couple lit all prettily beneath the glaring overhead lights and artfully drenched in a very timely shower of rain. This whole situation was practically writing itself.

So you tucked yourself into a warm, cozy, sweater fit for the breezy day and inevitable aesthetic downpour, and went to sit out in the stands. Which was your first mistake, because the match was being held on Savanaclaw’s practice field. So immediately you could feel sweat pooling along your lower back and along your brow as the magical, overhead, sunshine did its best to seer the flesh right off your bones. Malleus moved to step out onto the field and you went to wave at him enthusiastically, only to catch sight of the giant pit stains steeped into your stupid sweater. The dark spots opened up like the gaping maw on a beast, determined to derive its entire sustenance from your embarrassment alone. You clamped your arms back down to your sides and immediately began questioning the universe at large. Were you a murderer in a past life? Someone who scammed old ladies out of their pensions? What other reason could there be for the entire fucking cosmos to just perpetually go ‘hey, how about we make things worse.’

The game was probably going well or something, but you were swimming in so much swampy body heat at this point that you were starting to get dizzy.

With a sigh, you pulled the cute, wool, deathtrap over your head and tossed it aside—ruffling your sweat sticky hair for good measure to try and get some airflow going. It wasn’t the most dignified look or whatever, sitting there in only the thin cotton undershirt of your uniform and half drowned in your own secretions, but at least you weren’t in imminent danger of dying of heat stroke anymore. You leaned back on your elbows with another much more contented sigh and gave yourself a moment to let the last of that hot nausea settle.

“Oi! You horned bastard! Watch where you’re—”

There was a swirl of spitting green sparks and you looked back out onto the field just in time to get absolutely decimated by a Spelldrive disc to the face.

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“He really didn’t mean it,” Lilia said, but he was laughing so hard into his fist that it was hard to make out anything beyond merry gurgling. “In fact, he’s really very upset about the whole thing.”

You stared blankly at the off-white walls of the infirmary, wondering how it was possible for one person’s luck to be this bad.

“Where is he?” you asked. Your tongue felt thick and sluggish.

“I don’t think he would appreciate me saying that he was off hiding—pouting, even,” the fey tutted, floating up to sit cross-legged at your eyelevel. “But I don’t believe there’s a much more accurate way of putting it.”

“Why would he be hiding?” you trudged forward again, mouth still entirely uncooperative. “I wanted to ask him something,” you admitted, chronically dejected and acutely brain damaged.

“Did you now?” Lilia grinned, something mischievous and far too knowing lighting his wine-red eyes.

You nodded. You could feel the tug of the bandages around your forehead.

“Well, I’ll ask that you be patient with him,” he sighed fondly, reaching out to pat your cheek. “For all his years, our Prince is still a bit stunted.”

“Oh, please! He’s six and a half feet tall!” you complained.

Lilia laughed again, doubling over in the air and doing a full roll about—like a pill bug.

“Oh, dear,” he snickered, wiping a tear from his eye as he straightened back out to lounge upside down by one of the rafters. “You do deserve each other.”

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This was it. The final countdown. Friday.

The Unbirthday Party was this afternoon, and with God and the Heavens as your witness, you would be dragging Malleus Draconia there with you if it was the last thing you did.

‘The hardest part is supposed to be the rejection,’ you thought bitterly. ‘Not that crap leading up to it. This is bullshit. I want a refund.’

But no, if the Universe was going to be so cruel to you, then you were just going to have to be needlessly paranoid and prepared in advance. You set aside two spare sets of clothing and an umbrella. You packed an entire feast’s worth of provisions in case a fucking hole decided to open up in the ground or something and trap you in a cave for a week. You scribbled a little ‘Would you please go with me to the Unbirthday Party today’ on not one, or two, but three separate notes. Each in a different pocket. And laminated. And, perhaps most daring of all, you walked up to Ace and Deuce that morning with a stiff upper lip and an even stiffer spine.

“I’m going to ask Tsunotarou to come to the Unbirthday Party today,” you told them, fighting the urge to twist your hands into your jacket sleeves.

“What?” Ace choked, just as Deuce stepped in to clobber him over the back of the head and tell you very sweetly that he was sure that the House Warden would appreciate that very much.

“You must like him a lot,” your blue haired friend said, polite but clearly also at least a little unnerved.

“Yeah,” you sighed miserably, thinking of each and every horrible failure as the world at large fought your stupid affections at every turn. “I guess I do.”

So you went about your day like a soldier trudging through a warzone—always at the ready for something unknowable to fuck you over yet again. You looked twice around every corner, always let someone else walk through a doorway first, immediately spritzed Azul in the face with a spray bottle when he tried to start a conversation. It wasn’t paranoia when you knew the universe was out to get you.

The school day was coming to an end and so far you’d managed to avoid any catastrophes. When you caught sight Malleus off in the distance, you had to fight down the sudden swell of dueling panic and hope that blocked off your throat. You made eye contact with the fey prince from across the near empty corridor and he seemed to straighten. You took a deep breath and took one step forward, then another.

“Tsunotarou!” you called cheerfully. “I was wondering if you—”

“FIRE!” Crowley wailed, careening around the corner with all the urgency of someone who very much genuinely cared about the safety of their school and all its inhabitants. Which was outright ridiculous. His glowing, golden, eyes locked on you like you’d been the target of this caterwauling all along, and you wanted to scream. “Ah! My most darling and favorite of Prefects! You have to help! There’s a fire in—”

“No,” you snarled, like some great monster of old. And you watched the Headmaster pale beneath his bird mask. You reached out to pat his shoulder with a pleasantly threatening thump. thump. thump. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to sort it out on your own, sir. Have a lovely afternoon!”

And before you could chicken out, or something else could happen—like a tornado ripping the entire school up at its base and flinging you into Oz—you rushed forward and latched onto Malleus’s sleeve with a wide, panicked, sort of look in your eyes. Hisown eyes went round and wide, but he didn’t pull away, so step one complete.

“Please come to Heartslaybul’s Unbirthday Party with me!” You entreated. “As my date! With me! Together!” you word vomited, clutching at his sleeve even tighter.

“Oh,” Malleus breathed—those sharp, reptilian, pupils of his jumping into something soft and huge that swallowed the green of his irises in a sea of black. A pale, rose, pink crept along the tips of his pointed ears and you could feel your own cheeks blazing like a bonfire.

“Yup,” you nodded lamely, realizing you were still clutching his hand like a starving leper.

“Lilia had mentioned that you might…” he trailed off, gaze sliding to your fingers tangled beside his. “I hadn’t thought that—well…” He cleared his throat and stood to his full height with a puff that almost looked prideful. “Nevertheless,” he grinned, almost shy, and offered you his arm. “Shall we?”

You were going to die. Keel over. That would be the cosmos’s final strike against you. But though your heart beat like a rapid drum in your chest, you didn’t actually collapse in cardiac arrest. Your blood felt warm, but not with fever. It was… You’d actually done it!

You fought the urge to squeal and instead ducked excitedly against Malleus’s side with a secret little fist bump. His arm wound snuggly through yours and you were still too high on the thrill of victory to even consider being embarrassed about it.

“It may surprise you to know,” he said as you walked together towards the Queen of Heart’s Dormitory. “That I actually was attempting to ask something similar of you for this past week as well.”

“Really?” you gaped.

He nodded. “But it seemed as though fate itself was conspiring against me. The first evening went poorly, and then the next day you’d been cursed into silence. And you even ended up injured during one of my attempts.”

“The Spelldrive disc?” you blinked.

“Unfortunately,” Malleus sighed, leading you towards the familiar rose gardens. Which were lovely as always, and perfectly well painted for the afternoon’s festivities, and—

And… also on fire.

“Well what do you know…” you mumbled as you watched a furious Riddle chase a screeching Ace through the flaming fields. Trey had his head in his hands. Cater was filming the whole thing with an artful smear of ash drawn across his cheek.

Malleus made a low rumble of discontentment and you immediately swung the pair of you around to start heading back towards the Mirror Chamber.

“Not to worry!” you beamed, pointedly jostling the full picnic lunch in your bag. Sure, it hadn’t ended up being a gaping hole that had dragged you straight into the bowels of the abyss, but hey. Hellfire was hellfire. “I came prepared.”

“So did I,” Malleus smirked, the points of his canines peaking out of his lower lip. He twisted his fingers and the pair of you were surrounded in puffs of floating, sparkling, green lights.

And despite the Universe technically, yet again, having come out on top and flipped you and your date the proverbial middle finger, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be too upset at all.

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[tiredfox64]

Hello! Can you write a Smoke x reader scenario where Smoke is in love with the reader but he doesn't realize it because he's never been in love before (not even have a crush) but he knows he strongly feels something and asks for advice on his feelings and for that person to be like "dude you're in love." And tries to help Smoke confess his feelings to the reader?

Sorry if this is very long lol 😅

Spit it out!

Prior notes: Hi hi! Not long at all. Let’s see what we could do with this sweet man of ours.

Pairing: Tomas x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: None you silly goose

There is a feeling that Tomas gets whenever he looks at you. It feels like a whirlwind is starting up in his stomach. His heart rate skyrockets to the heavens above. His mind gets clouded with thoughts about you. What is this feeling?

Tomas doesn’t know. But he yaps about it like crazy. He talks about it like a patient would to a doctor. Filled with curiosity and even some concern as if he hopes it’s nothing too bad.

“I mean, I don’t get it. There’s no reason that my heart should be beating that fast and tingling. I don’t feel like it’s a heart attack. Do you think they have some sort of power or ability to do that to people?” Tomas asked Kuai Liang.

He didn’t even realize that Kuai Liang stopped drinking his tea. He had this blank expression yet his eyes show that he was lost in thought.

By the gods, he doesn’t know does he?

“But why would they try to do that to me? Or even cause me to get distracted during training? It’s so weird. And when I get images of them in my head I feel-“

“Tomas.”

“Huh?”

Kuai Liang took a deep breath before calmly trying to explain to Tomas what he was feeling.

“You’re in love. It is simply that.”

“…oh. But what does that have to do with that feeling in my heart?” He’s like a clueless puppy.

Kuai Liang couldn’t blame his brother for not understanding his feelings. His father nor his mother had the time to teach him how to deal with his feelings. It was all just training to become a Lin Kuei assassin. Looks like he has to be a good brother and help him out.

“That’s how love works. It makes you feel things. That feeling won’t go away unless you confess your feelings.” He calmly told Tomas.

Immediately Tomas was against the idea. He didn’t even know he was in love before. Now he’s being told to confess his feelings for you? That sounds hard, impossible even!

“I will help, Tomas. There is no reason to be afraid of confessing your love. I confessed mine and now Harumi is my wife. The worst they could say is no.”

Tomas contemplated for a bit. This is all too much. But if Kuai Liang is right, maybe it is for the best to just spit it out. You never made him doubt that he couldn’t trust you or that you would ever hurt his feelings. At least if you’re gonna say no, you will do it gently. You better do it gently.

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You were a little nervous when your grandmaster said he wanted to see you in his office. You didn’t do anything wrong, trust me.

You knocked on the door of his office where you heard him call you in. You opened the door and were surprised to see Tomas there as well. He looked a bit paler for some reason. It looked like he was hiding something behind his back. Yet Kuai Liang looked as if nothing was strange.

“Ah good, you’re here. I must apologize however as I need to step out for just a minute. I will get back to you soon. I’m sure Tomas can keep you entertained.” And just like that Kuai Liang was out of the room as if he just set it on fire. It was only you and Tomas now.

“Tomas, are you okay? You looked like you just saw a ghost.” You asked with concern as you went up to him.

He was already a nervous mess, confused on what he was supposed to do. It didn’t help that your hand went up to feel his forehead as if you were checking for a fever.

Just give them the flower. That’s what Kuai Liang said, right? Oh god they’re touching me. Why do I feel so hot? Damn they look fantastic today.

“I-I, Kuai Liang said-uh, I’m s-supposed to…” Not a great start.

In a moment of panic Tomas dug into one of his pockets and threw down a smoke bomb. Just like that he was gone and you were left coughing from the smoke. Well that was strange.

Once your coughing died down you could hear what sounded to be arguing from the other side of the door. You couldn’t make out the words but you figured out it was Kuai Liang and Tomas having a scuffle.

And you would be right. The moment Kuai Liang saw Tomas teleport out of the room with his smoke magic he told him to get right back in the room. Tomas just felt worse now and he was begging his brother for another way to do this. But there is no other way. How else will you find out that he loves you if he doesn’t say it.

“I can’t, Kuai Liang. It’s so hard. They looked too perfect today and I froze up which isn’t really new. I told you they distract me. Their hands felt so nice, is it normal to want to hold their hand? Does love make you want to do those things?” He would have said more until he heard you speak.

“What?!”

Kuai Liang and Tomas didn’t realize you opened the door when he was going on his little tangent. You finally saw the flower in Tomas’ hand which you assumed was for you. That’s just an assumption after what you heard. Kuai Liang quickly turned his brother around to face you so he can properly confess. And also to apologize for almost causing you to have an asthma attack.

“I-I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any issues. I didn’t even realize I was in love with you until Kuai Liang told me. That sounds dumb I know. How was I supposed to know thinking about you a lot and feeling warm inside meant I liked you?” He said that with a bit of embarrassment.

You didn’t find it dumb however. You actually found it cute. You took his hand into yours with a warm smile on your face.

“Love isn’t the easiest thing, ya know. It takes time. We all learn to love eventually. And I do have the time to teach you how to love in many ways.” There was a look in your eyes that was screaming at Tomas that you liked him back. He didn’t catch that though.

“Teach me? But I just want to be able to love you.” Whoosh

You heard Kuai Liang slap his forehead. This poor man.

“Brother, please, I love you but you’re killing me. That’s what they mean. Say yes already.” Kuai Liang sounded exhausted.

“Sorry, still very new to this. So does this mean now that we are…?” Spell it out for him, please.

“It means we are a couple. We will take it slow don’t worry. Just know that I accept your love.” You said warmly.

Tomas felt like his heart just exploded. He hasn’t been this happy in so long. He feels all warm and tingly inside. Everything he thought was weird and strange before now feels right since you are his partner now. This feels great to him!

He was over the moon. He picked you up in his strong arms and hugged you tight. All with a cute smile on his face. He never wants to let you go now. And neither do you. Cause why wouldn’t you love such a strong, brave, skilled, expressive, and sometimes sassy hunk of a man like him.

What a successful and productive day for Tomas. What an extremely long day for Kuai Liang. You have to thank him though for pushing Tomas to confess to you. Cause you sure as hell couldn’t do it. You probably would have messed it up more than he did. Though you knew that you loved him, you also knew that you weren’t the smoothest person in the universe. You still got your happy ending.

After notes: Those cookies in the corner of my room are calling for me and I told myself I can have a bite if I finished this. Hopefully I have succeeded in my duties in pleasing you. If i haven’t you can force me to drink cranberry juice by itself. I love this man to death he is literally my main. Gotta give me a kiss goodnight later. Adiós!

[ashwhowrites]

could you write something for robin x reader where robin thinks that reader is straight because she seen her kissing eddie at a party but reader is actually bisexual and interested in robin. the kissing eddie part is just for angst lol

I loveeeeee Robin

Never proofread

I hope this is what you were looking for <3

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Robin always struggled with reading girls. She couldn't separate friendliness from flirting. She couldn't tell if a girl was straight or gay. And that burned Robin a lot in the past. Always falling for the girls that are straight and never interested. Sadly, Robin was used to always being rejected.

With her latest crush, she ran into the same problem. Y/N was the sweetest girl Robin has ever met. Her voice was velvety and soft. Her smile was always bright and inviting. She was gorgeous, smart, and talented. It was easy for Robin to get sucked into her. But Robin could not tell if Y/N was just wanting to be friends or maybe something more.

Y/N was always quick to compliment Robin and it made her head spin. A new shirt? Y/N noticed. Did Robin cut her hair? Y/N noticed. Robin couldn't tell if she was just that great of a friend or if maybe Y/N liked her the way Robin did.

Chrissy was throwing a party, and the whole school was invited. Robin dragged Steve along because her anxiety could not handle a house full of people that wouldn't know who she even was. She didn't even plan to go until she heard Y/N talking about how she was going.

So now Robin stood in the corner, eating at her lips as she searched the party for the familiar face. And she found that face smashed against Eddie Munson's in a heated kiss.

Robin shouldn't have been surprised that she stroke out again, but she really wanted Y/N to be into her. Her stomach turned watching as her hands dove into Eddie's hair and his hands landed on Y/N's ass. The two were going at it like no one else was in the room. With a sad sigh, she asked Steve to take her home.

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Robin avoided seeing Y/N all weekend but knew there was no escaping her at school. Robin convinced herself to just get over it and move on.

But once she caught sight of Y/N, it all went out the window. She felt like someone was twisting her stomach in knots.

"Hey Rob, I didn't see you at the party and you haven't answered my calls. Are you okay?" Y/N asked worriedly as she checked Robin over. Robin tried to ignore how red her face was burning up. Coughing as she backed up. She prayed her freckles covered the blush across her cheeks.

"Yeah, I got there then I felt sick so I went home and slept the whole weekend." Robin lied, hoping her lie sounded convincing. The concern is Y/N's eyes grew.

"I could have come over and helped you," Y/N said, reaching forward to feel Robin's forehead.

"It's fine. How was the party?" Robin asked, she already knew Y/N had a great time.

"It was alright, nothing really happened." Y/N shrugged

Robin's mouth moved faster than her brain.

"What about making out with Eddie?" Robin asked, immediately freezing when the question went past her lips. She was an idiot.

"How did you know about that?" Y/N asked curiously

Robin's mind blanked, blinking rapidly as she searched every part of her brain for a response.

"Gossip" Robin blurted out, swallowing hard as Y/N looked her over. With a slight nod, Y/N accepted the answer.

"I was drunk, he was drunk, and that was it." Y/N shrugged like it was no big deal.

Truthfully it was not a big deal. They were both single and welcome to kiss each other, but it killed Robin on the inside.

She thought of Y/N's lips all the damn time. Imagined countless times how soft her lips would feel. And it stung that Eddie got to find out.

~~~

Over the next few days, Robin tried her best to seem fine. Trying to hang out with her best friend like nothing changed between them. But the rejection was too fresh and it showed in Robin's eyes every time she looked at Y/N's lips.

It also caused Robin to snap at Eddie more than ever. She couldn't handle being in the same room with him, she just wanted to punch him, bust his lip open and watch it bleed.

Eddie picked up on the glares Robin constantly sent in his direction. He called her out and Robin surrendered. Telling Eddie all about her feelings for Y/N, and how badly it hurt to see him kiss her.

Eddie felt sorry for the girl. Seeing your crush on someone else was never a good feeling and it took forever to move on from it. And Eddie did not want to stand in her way. He made sure to clear Robin's worry of Eddie liking her. Agreeing with Y/N that it was a one-time drunk moment.

~~~

But Robin knew the same thing would happen over and over. Y/N won't be single forever, one day she will meet someone. Robin could sit and wait for that day, and suffer before it even happens with the what-ifs. Or admit her feelings...Robin chose to suffer.

The one thing Robin never did was tell her best friend she was gay, and she felt like it was time to admit that to her. Maybe it would ease her mind and help her move on. She wasn't sure how it would help her move on, but she already lied to herself that it would.

And that was when she found out her own best friend liked girls too.

"It's okay, Rob. I like girls too, and I wouldn't love you any different."

But Robin was stuck on the fact that her crush admitted she also liked girls. Robin had an opening, all she had to do was take it....she didn't.

Y/N did though, shyly scooting closer to Robin as she nudged her knee against Robin.

"Any girls in your mind?" Y/N asked, a shy smile on her face. Robin could sometimes be clueless, and Y/N had a feeling she would look way over Y/N's head.

"For a second then I get distracted by something else." Robin shrugged, her answer was painfully honest.

Y/N felt herself laughing at the girl, Robin was too cute for her own good.

"Well I have a girl in my mind and she stays there the whole time, and I never get distracted from her," Y/N said

Robin tried to sound supportive but was never good at hiding her annoyance.

"Who's the lucky girl?" Robin sassed out, crossing her arms over her chest.

"She's you." Y/N smiled, reaching down to squeeze Robin's knee.

"Um huh?" Robin asked, she turned to look at Y/N, confusion clear in her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smirking as she leaned in.

"This okay?" She whispered against Robin's lips.

Feeling Y/N's breath hit her lips had her in a trance, Robin's body froze and she licked her dry lips.

"Yes," She choked out, her voice cracking as Y/N leaned closer and closer.

Y/N smiled at the answer, pressing her lips against Robin's in a soft but passionate kiss.

Eddie Munson had nothing on Robin now.

[beebeetheclown]

My secret is that I thought that once someone had kidnapped my sister and brother, because I was sitting there watching TV and I didn't watch them and when I didn't find them, I made a drama in the whole neighborhood and instead of talking to my mom, I started crying and I told the whole neighborhood and everyone started looking for them and in the end it turned out that they were with my mom and they hadn't told me 😫

so I was like 🤡🤡🤡🤡 hahaha.

I dare you to write a little poem for some Jeremy Strong character 👀

No way haha I once had the same worry, I was at a park with my younger brother once and there was a sketchy guy there and the park was at a school so when I brother went in the other side of the school I freaked out and didn’t know where he was and I thought the sketchy guy kidnapped him. Then I cried and when I found him he made fun of me for crying lol.

Bestie this is so hard I do not write poems hahaha. If this counts, here is a short little story I wrote of Kendall that I never finished or posted cause I didn’t like it: I will keep my edits in to make it more real lol:

Does this make me a loser??? I don’t know I need to write something before I sit on the floor and cry again. Shut up girl, no more.

I got into the tub with him on the night he came home with an exhausted, wet-eyed look. It was one of those days where he just didn’t feel like he was good enough, he had those days often. I was the one who suggested the warm bath, he just nodded his head while looking down to his feet. I first made him a small dinner as he would always come home much later than my own dinner time. I made him a buttered bagel and gave him a tall glass of water. I kissed the side of his face while his blank and empty expression stayed. I ran him a bath while he ate silently in the kitchen. I didn’t overload it with bubbles, I just put enough in so it would create a thin layer overtop of the warm, clean water.

While I let the tub fill up, I walked back out to the kitchen where he was sitting and noticed that he had eaten his bagel already, he just sat still at the table, deep in his own thoughts. I brushed my hand over his hair, “All done?” I asked as I took the plate away from him.

His voice was very quiet when he replied, “Yes, thank you.”

I soon walked alongside him while we made our way to the bathtub. He slowly began to undress himself and I turned off the faucet and made sure all of his shampoos were on the soap shelf. He then asked me a question, sounding as if he was nervous or a little embarrassed, “Do you think it would be okay if you joined me?”

He was looking at me, waiting for my answer. If I were to decline him, his mind would immediately take over and think negatively, telling him that it was a stupid question to ask and that he shouldn’t have brought it up.

“Of course I can.” I replied and gave him a warm smile, my smiles always seemed to reassure him, “I would love to join you.”

He got into the bubble bath while I began to undress. I soon joined him, sitting behind him so his back was against my stomach and my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a hug from behind. I knew that sometimes it was good to talk about the things that upset you but other times, it was better to just ignore them and distract yourself for just a moment, “Did you want to talk about your day or did you want to just ignore it for now?” I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder.

It went quiet for a moment as he thought, “I think it’s best if I just don't think about it, at least just for a minute.”

“Okay, let’s not think about it then.” His hands were submerged in the bubbles. I unwrapped my arms only to caress my hands over his arms and brush my fingers over his skin. I leaned forward and kissed the back of his shoulder. I let my fingers draw little lines on his back before hugging him again.

I ended up washing his hair for him, using my fingers to rub the shampoo into his hair. I scrubbed until the top of his head was all soapy and then got a small bucket and slowly began to put water onto his head. I continued to wash away the bubbly shampoo until it was all gone and his hair was back to its normal colour.

I next grabbed the purple shower sponge and put his scented soap on it and began to brush it all along his body. I poured more water down his back to wash away the soap. The whole time I cleaned him, it was very quiet, only the sounds of water splashing and my quiet humming was heard. I never really had to talk when I comforted him most times. All he ever needed when he was in one of these sort of moods was to just know that there was someone there that could take care of him, take care of that inner child in him that still remained.

I soon helped him out of the tub, grabbing his hands as he stepped out. I wrapped a big towel around his body and brought a smaller one up so I could dry his wet hair. I rubbed the towel over his head and when I removed it, his hair was a little messy and it made me giggle. He couldn’t help but smile as I giggled.

I wrapped a towel around myself before throwing on a robe. We each had our own bathrobes, I gifted us matching ones for Christmas. He put on his robe too. Pretty soon the two of us were off to bed; we both went to bed pretty early because we didn’t fall asleep right away, we always just liked to stay up and lie awake together.

Urgghhhh I can’t finish this I want to delete it!!!!!! Why are you like this girl??? I want to eat grilled cheese and tomato soup. I am embarrassed eeek.

- yes, I talk to myself even when I write💀

[radellama]

9, 11, 18, 23, 26, and 31 for the game asks please

9. A game you played completely blind with no prior knowledge of and enjoyed/loved

Recently it was the Hitman trilogy! I had never heard of it before and my friend just asked if I'd consider getting it cause she wanted to watch me play, and I HAD A LOT OF FUN! Usually I go in playing mostly blind when I pick up a new game, but sometimes I'll do a lil research to get an idea of the vibe and such

11. Do you prefer ‘blank slate’ main characters you make yourself or otherwise project onto, or characters with personality and backstory?

ACTUAL CHARACTERS ALL THE WAY!!!! I don't really understand the blank slate thing because it's... Not me. I can connect with characters more when they're their own people and I can start to understand THEM and how THEY establish themselves in the narrative, if they're just blank it feels lazy and like the developers expect me to do the work they should've been doing...

Like, tbh even the 'blank slate' characters (like link, Mario, chrono...) All have personality cause THEY DO THINGS I DON'T DO..? And I'm glad in loz and Mario that they've leaned more into the characters because like. It's better...

Like PERFECT example of that is re7 vs re8, Ethan was supposed to be a kinda blank slate but IT SUCKED because he HAD A PERSONALITY but it was BAD because they tried to make it a non personality so every time he actually said or did something it was somehow ALWAYS exactly what NO ONE would say and took players out of it. They seemed to have learnt from that cause he was more spunky in 8 AND I LOVE IT. IF HE SAYS OR DOES THINGS THAT *I* WOULDN'T PERSONALLY DO I CAN STILL ENJOY IT WITH A GRAIN OF SALT CAUSE THAT'S ETHAN WINTERS AND NOT ME!!!!!!!

18. A game location you really like

Any game that has a floating island LMAO. I really love how elegant and beautiful the kingdom of zeal is, it just blew my mind as a kid the first time I played.

And skyloft just feels so comfy and chill...

23. A “Wow” moment of awe

I gotta go with the moment when you first hear wind scene in chrono... When you first see the map for 600ad... It just felt so special and I knew I was going to enjoy it. It still gives me chills sometimes I really enjoy it

26. Realism or stylized?

STYLISED!!! I LOVE STYLISED SOOOO MUCHHHH!!! PIXEL ART AND LOW POLY AND ART STYLES MY BELOVED!! like look at wind waker with its toon style that STILL LOOKS AMAZING and even Skyward sword that was a kind of mesh of the ww toon style and the tp darker style and went for a vaguely impressionist style!!! IT'S SOOOO PRETTY!!! realism can be cool but like.. it immediately dates it. I don't think a video game can ever be perfectly realistic cause there will ALWAYS be limitations, and by trying to fight against it by striving for hyper realism just suckkkkkkkkssssssssssss. That's not to say I hate realism and will never enjoy it, but I really think games that have a stylised art direction and really lean into it stand on their own a lot better

31. Someone has never played a video game before but is open to trying any genre. What game would you recommend as their first?

Hmmm. Honestly I'd want to recommend something like Mario Galaxy or Spyro 2 because they demonstrate the kind of action and platforming game styles that are pretty easy to understand as a new gamer, but also in fun ways! It's hard to give a rec if someone has no experience and no preference, cause I like to base recs on people's tastes so I'd hopefully be recommending a good one lol, but I think if someone had never played anything before and played galaxy or s2 it'd be a good base to figure out what things are appealing without the games being too overwhelming, yknow?

Gaming asks

[tessagray]

😘❤️ share your top 10 favorite ships and top 5 least favorite ships from any fandoms 🛑💔 then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

fav ships (i'm including non canons just because <3)

anne x gilbert (anne with an e)

fiona x holly j (degrassi)

brooklyn 2 x sage 5 (utopia falls)

maxine x sophie (ginny & georgia)

rory x paris (gilmore girls)

percy x annabeth (percy jackson)

joey x pacey (dawson's creek)

seth x summer (the oc)

rory x jess (gilmore girls)

tink x terrence (disney fairies)

least favs

rory x dean (gilmore girls)

miles x tristan (degrassi)

buffy x spike (btvs)

eli x clare (degrassi)

dawson x anyone (dawson's creek)

[azurelyy]

Shikamaru is expecting to teach a remedial Ninjutsu class, but shows up only to find Ino waiting for him in the front benches... it seems like she actually *wants* to improve her Ninjutsu, but what else could be going on?

Hello, Nonnie! This was so fun to write - thank you very much for the request. I included the stuff from our PMs - I really hope you enjoy~!

This turned more into a one-shot, lol, so my bad. As always, I apologize for the length.

Title: Classroom Connection 🍋

Pairing: ShikaIno (Mentions: Sai, Temari, & Kakashi).

Warnings: NSFW, rimming, face sitting, 'daddy' kink, minor heartache, smoking (nicotine), loss of control, cookie monster!shikamaru, oral (m!receiving/f!receiving)

Word Count: 7k

pic credit.

This day was turning out to be such a drag. Shikamaru sprinted through the rain, avoiding the various puddles that had accumulated on the cobblestone pathways, as he made his way towards the classroom. Days like today really made him regret telling Kakashi to sign him up as the teacher for the summer jutsu lessons. He wasn’t even a good teacher. Shikamaru had always been the type of person who learned by doing. It made him feel like an asshole, but the truth was, he didn’t have to work hard at things in order to pick them up. He needed only to practice something once and he immediately found his own rhythm, quickly grasping the concept and moving onto the next. People chalked his lack of training up to laziness, and it was much too troublesome for him to explain to them that he didn’t need to practice or study, that he could just simply… do it. 

People like Ino and Choji weren’t so lucky. Shikamaru never tried to make them feel bad about this - he knew his situation was quite unique, and he wasn’t the type to mock others just because they weren’t as quick to learn a new skill as he was - often, he was the one who would actually help them study their abilities, allowing them to use him as a guinea pig. He remembered the extreme nausea that he felt the first time Ino nailed her Mind Transfer Jutsu; remembered how it felt like he had just been shot point-blank in the chest as his mind went black and he awoke in Ino’s soft embrace, her crystal clear bell voice screaming profanities and exclamations of joy as he was jostled awake and immediately writhed out of her grasp to hurl all over the ground next to her.

That was the same day he had suggested she might consider training to be a med-nin, because afterwards, she felt so bad that she doted on him insufferably. He had never told her, but he often thought back to the way her slender fingers felt as they caressed his hair out of his face, the way her floral perfume sent his mind into a spiral of daisies and lust, how her voice lulled him into a comforting trance despite him puking his guts out. He could tell by the way her small hand rubbed circles across his shoulder blades that she was a natural caregiver.

“Thanks, Ino,” he husked as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, twisting his neck to look at her. “You’re really good at this stuff, and your chakra control is excellent. Maybe I’m dealing with a future med-nin here.” He smiled at her as she looked down at him, her blue eyes shining like brilliant diamonds.

Her cheeks tinted pink as she pulled away from him and twisted the end of her platinum-blonde ponytail between her fingers. “What? Me? No way!” She scoffed. “I could never do that! I only helped you because I felt bad - I mean, I was the reason for it, after all. But don’t expect me to do it again!” 

Shikamaru smiled at the memory as he pulled the entrance door open and was greeted by the warm interior of the school. He shook his head lightly, raindrops spraying around, as he wiped his feet on the entryway mat. He set his backpack down on a bench and took out the paper that had his assignment for the day written onto it: Classroom 2 - Chakra Control. He folded the paper back up and slipped his bag back on as he swiftly walked through the hallowed halls, reflecting back on his time at the Academy. 

He hoped the next generation wouldn’t have to endure the suffering he and his fellow comrades had. This world deserved some peace, but it was still important for the students to become great ninja - hopefully, they would never have to use their skills for war, but then again, he had never expected too, either. Maybe teaching wasn’t the worst idea. He did always love being there to witness the moment a new jutsu clicked in someone’s head; when their eyes lit up and their mouth formed into a giant grin as they hooped and hollered about their success. There were worse ways he could spend his day.

He opened the classroom door and was greeted with… no one? He looked around, confused, as he walked over behind the desk and put his backpack down on the chair. Do I have the wrong classroom? He thought, walking back to the door to check the number etched to the side of the wall: Classroom 2. Weird.

He sighed and leaned against the blackboard, placing his hands in his pockets. He was about three minutes early, so maybe this was a small class and the rain slowed them down. Shikamaru decided that waiting until ten past would be the decent thing to do and moved over to sit on the desk nonchalantly. He hated making people feel bad, and since the weather was shitty today, he was going to cut the kids some slack. The last thing he wanted was to have someone like Naruto who played pranks on him constantly, so the more relaxed he could appear to the students, the better. 

At :02, the door at the far back of the classroom opened and Shikamaru pretended to be writing something down as the student took a seat. Just one so far. This is kind of awkward. Shikamaru didn’t like groups, but in a classroom setting, 1:1’s were always challenging for him. He felt like he had to be really engaging and it sort of tolled on his mental wellbeing. At least in groups, kids could bounce ideas off each other. This kid only had him - at least, for now. 

He felt awkward not addressing them but moved to write Chakra Control on the blackboard in hopes that more students would arrive and his heart would stop pounding in his chest, but a painfully slow ‘l’ later, and his time was up. He turned around and cleared his throat as his eyes connected onto a very familiar blonde ponytail.

“Ino?” He asked dumbly. 

She was scribbling something into her notebook, the sound of her name made her shoulder tense slightly as her ice blue eyes found him. “Hey, Shika!” She chirped. “It… might just be me. Sorry.”

Shikamaru threw her a small grin and shook his head. “That’s alright, but…” Would asking ‘why’ be considered rude? Ino was a great med-nin. She had some of the best chakra control out of anyone he knew, being a Yamanaka, so why this class?

As always, Ino was quick-witted and responded to his unspoken question. Her ability to predict his thoughts was sort of uncanny. “I like to take a chakra control course annually, for two reasons: 1. I like seeing the new kids and predicting who I think would make good apprentices, and 2. I learn something new from every teacher. It’s really fascinating, you know? Everyone’s chakra control technique is different, and-” 

Shikamaru watched her eyes light up with excitement and her body language shift from being downturned to sitting fully upright, her arms flailing around wildly as she explained herself to him. He gave her a half smirk as he placed one foot onto the wall, leaning his back against the chalkboard and placing his hands into his front pockets lazily. 

Ino had always talked a lot. Shikamaru didn’t really mind, since he never really had much to say, and he eventually even enjoyed listening to her. Of course, he would never tell her that for fear of boosting her already overflowing ego, but it was the truth. He actually had always liked listening to her talk, even way back when they were kids. 

He feigned disengagement or contemptment, but one time, when they had first been assigned on Team Ten together, Ino had been rattling on about how excited she was that she was paired with him. Shikamaru, because he was a total idiot when it came to socializing - and women, in fact, he was still an idiot when it came to those two things - had decided to yawn and tell her that she talked too much. Not only did this result in him getting smacked upside the head and berated into oblivion, but Ino stopped talking as much around him for a long time, and he actually felt… empty.

“Hey,” he had uncannily approached her after a rather rigorous training exercise one fall evening and he could tell she was taken aback by the way her eyes widened and she teetered away from him.

She flipped her ponytail over her shoulder, the tip of it swinging against his forearm and tickling him. “What?” She huffed, annoyed.

“Well-” Shikamaru clasped his hands behind his head. “I wanted to… say sorry. I was sort of a jerk back when we were first assigned together. I’m excited to be on your team too. No hard feelings?”

Ino gaped at him, her jaw hung slightly ajar, as she fiddled with her ponytail awkwardly. A cute quirk of hers that made Shikamaru’s heart flutter every time she did it. “Is that so?” She grinned, her pearl white teeth sparkling in the fading sunlight. “How are you gonna make it up to me?”

Shikamaru sighed and turned his nose upwards, facing away from her. “We can hang out around here together… if you want. I know a nice spot to watch the sunset at this hour, it’s not too far…” he peeked over at her through the corner of his eye and saw her beaming grin grow even wider.

“I guess I could spare some time for you,” she casually clasped her hands together and stretched her arms above her head. “Since you practically begged me, and all!”

“SHIKAMARU!” Ino’s voice cut through his memory like a knife, slicing it in two. Shikamaru blinked rapidly and glanced over at her, her arms now crossed over her chest. She had moved down to the floor and was now standing just a few feet away, fuming. 

“Shit, sorry,” he said. “I spaced out.”

“Like I said,'' Ino turned and started walking back up the stairs. “I can just leave. I don’t want to waste your time. I’ll get another class when there’s more students.”

“No!” He was surprised by the harshness of his tone as Ino twisted around, her pupils dilated. “I mean, it’s okay. I planned to be here for the day anyway.”

Her eyes softened and Shikamaru felt his stomach flip upside down as she shrugged at him, her head lightly tipping to the side. She shook her head as light blonde strands of hair swayed around her face. 

“No, Shika… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Her voice was soft as velvet. She smiled at him - the same sad smile she had been giving him ever since their mutual breakup a few years ago - and his heart broke in two all over again. Shikamaru missed Ino’s typical smile, the one that sent his heart into overdrive and turned his brain into goo. He missed holding her hand. He missed the smell of her perfume lingering on his clothes after he spent the day with her. He missed waking up next to her, seeing how the morning sun highlighted her hair in golden hues and hugged her pale body as she sprawled out across the bed, leaving him with no space of his own.

“Why not?” He took a step closer to her as she mirrored one back, clasping her hands behind her back as she clenched her lower lip between her teeth. 

“Because-” she turned away and stormed up the stairs. “Shika, you know why.” 

Because I’m an asshole, he thought. Because I couldn’t open myself up to you after Asuma died. Because my father’s death pulled me apart and I didn’t want you to sew me together, so I pushed you away. Because when you tried to help, I told you to leave me alone. Because when you told me you loved me and I was hurting you, I told you that I was sorry, but that love wasn’t something I was looking for.

“I heard about you and Sai,” Shikamaru winced as soon as the words toppled out. He saw her shoulder slump as Ino stood in front of the back exit, her hand hesitating above the doorknob. “I’m sorry.”

Ino’s mind raced into a million different directions. Sai crying into her shoulder, begging forgiveness. Her trembling hands as she tried to comfort him, her stomach twisting into an untangleable knot at his confession. It wasn’t his fault, she had thought. How was he to know? She carried a heavy weight in her heart for months afterwards, telling herself that she was to blame. She practically groveled at his feet after her break-up with Shikamaru, forcing his hand and telling him all the steps to take. 

Sai was an experiment, a puppet used for other people’s personal gains. She never expected to be one of those people - someone who used him - but she had been. She had told him what to say. She told him what to think. She told him how dates were supposed to work. 

“This,” Ino had said, grabbing his hands and placing them onto her hips, “Is when you tell me I’m pretty and then kiss me.”

So, really, when he confessed to her, she had no one to blame but her own, selfish self. It still hurt. It still broke her. But she accepted it. How could she not, when he had finally found himself? 

“I still love you,” he admitted, finally pulling away to face her. “But I just… I prefer men. I always have. It’s not fair to you for me to… stay.”

“It’s alright, Sai.” Ino smiled at him when she realized it was true - that it was, really, alright. “Just make sure to invite me to the wedding. I know you’ll have a good one.”

Shikamaru walked up behind her, the air around her shifting as the warmth of his body radiated over her like a comforting blanket that she wanted to pull herself into. She missed him. She hated herself for it, but she always had missed him. Even when she was with Sai, she missed him. At least she knew why now, and that knowledge made her feel a bit better about keeping her feelings from Sai, but she still hated herself for it. Shikamaru was someone who she had loved her whole life, who she had grown to love and respect more than words could explain, and he never felt the same. 

“Don’t,” she replied coolly. “I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“Hear what?” Shikamaru reached for her against his better judgment, his body moving on instinct against his mind. “I really am sorry. When I heard about it, I wanted to talk to you, but...”

“He was always controlled by others - his whole life,” Ino’s hand fell to her side as she clenched it. Her voice quivered. “And so, when he finally could think freely… He-” she hiccuped and crossed her arms over her chest as her shoulders started to shake. Shikamaru stood behind her, wanting to hold her but fully aware that Ino would likely punch him in the face if he tried, so he instead grazed his hand over her shoulder, gentle as a lamb, waiting for her reaction. 

Ino tensed up at first, her body going fully rigid, before she eased into his touch and swirled around, clenched palms resting on his chest as her head fell onto them and she cried. Shikamaru, caught off guard, left his hands at his side while Ino wept. 

“He didn’t know,” she sobbed. “It’s not his fault! Society is so fucked up. I’m happy for him - I am. I’m glad he trusted me enough to tell me.” 

Shikamaru’s brain sent warning signals down his spine as he wrapped his arms around Ino and embraced her, his hand rubbing her beautiful hair as the other rested onto the small of her back. She moved her fists and let her head fall fully into his chest as she gripped onto his upper back and pulled him closer into her, hot tears seeping into the front of his shirt. 

“Ino-”

“Why am I so unlovable?” The words barely registered in Shikamaru’s mind, her voice trembling and small. He felt like he had just been punched in the gut as he felt tears well in his eyes and he tightened his grip around her.

“You’re not unlovable, don’t be an idiot.” He kissed the top of her head and heard her small giggle through the weeping. It was a strangled sound devoid of any humor, but it was sweet to his ears. He hadn’t heard her laugh at anything he had said in so long; she hadn’t allowed herself to show him any vulnerability for years, and yet here she was, crying into him and opening up about her ex. He wanted to bottle this moment up and keep it forever.

“Says the guy who couldn’t love me,” she grumbled, picking herself up. Shit, here it comes. She pulled back and stared up at him, her mascara streaming down her face and raccooning her eyes. “Don’t blame you, when I look like this.” 

She chuckled, a sad sound that made her feel pathetic and small. Shikamaru examined her like a newly discovered fossil, his eyebrows knit together tightly and his mouth formed into a thin line. His grip was so tight around her she felt like he might suffocate her.

“Ow, Shika,” she tried to pull away but he didn’t let go, only loosened his grip.

“Sorry,” he murmured, inching his face closer to her. She could smell the smoke on his breath, feel the warmth tickling her nose as she tilted her head to the side and leaned forward. Don’t do it, Yamanaka. She thought. Don’t let him do this to you again. 

Ino licked her glossy lips and trembled in his arms as she leaned forward, her pretty fingernails lightly sinking into the fabric at the back of his shirt and causing goosebumps to form under their touch. Ino had always held Shikamaru’s heart hostage. She was a force of nature, pulling him in like a riptide. No matter how hard he tried to avoid it, how desperately he tried to claw his way out from her hold over him, she always overpowered him. 

It didn’t take long for them to get together after Asuma’s death. It was a moment of vulnerability for both of them, but Shikamaru had later learned the extent of her feelings, and that is what had scared him away. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone so perfect, someone so full of beauty and power, could love him. He convinced himself that she deserved better, despite her protests. She had insisted that she’d loved him since childhood, that she knew there was no one else for her. 

“Ino, we’re young,” he had said. “You’ve gotta explore your options.”

“I don’t want that!” she screamed, her hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head, her body wrapped in his shirt as she pulled on her lace underwear. “But maybe you do. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Who?” He asked, honestly not knowing who she meant. His whole life, he only had eyes for Ino. He would never tell her that, of course - much to his detriment, he later learned. He really needed to work on being honest.

“Temari,” she spat, throwing his shirt off and pulling on her tank top. “If you want to sample other women, then by all means, be my guest. I don’t think this has been working out anyway.”

Shikamaru’s heart pounded in his chest, his hands shaking slightly as he reached for his lighter and flicked it open. “W-What are you saying?” He tried to sound nonchalant as he continued fiddling with the lighter; a nervous habit. 

“You said it yourself.” She shoved her skirt on and grabbed her purse. “You aren’t looking for love, right? Well I am. And I found it. But it’s obvious you haven’t.”

Everything in his body was telling him to scream I love you to her. To pull her into his arms and hold onto her until their bodies melted together. His hands were shaking as he fumbled a cigarette out of the pouch, placing it between his lips as he lit it. “I guess you’re right,” he lied. “I just… can’t, right now.” 

Without another word, she left his bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Luckily for him, she did eventually talk to him again - their bond was too strong for either of them to sever it completely - but it was different. She was closed off. She talked less. It hurt him in a way nothing else ever had - more than the death of his Sensei and father, more than any battle wound - pain coursed through his veins and into his soul. Every day he woke up was a nightmare, the routine mindless and boring, relief only coming with sleep. His life was sucked away into a blackhole where no light and no joy could find him. He was blank; he was nothing. 

“You’re beautiful, Ino,” he finally said, his nose brushing against hers. “You know you are.” 

They each took in a shaky breath as their lips ghosted over each other. Ino spoke softly. “We can’t do this.”

“Can’t?” Shikamaru questioned, their mouths practically pushing against each other now. “Or don’t?” He smirked as he pulled away from her, just barely, and she followed after him like a shadow. 

“I-” she gulped down her anxiety. “I want this.” Her nails dug deeper into his shirt and she stared into his dark eyes, a mixture of curiosity and anguish lingering in her gaze. “But we shouldn’t-”

“Ino,” Shikamaru whispered, pressing his lips onto hers. The kiss was chaste and light, granting Ino enough room to pull away if she wanted. She didn’t. Shikamaru pulled away, his mouth phantoming over hers. “You talk too much.” 

Ino pushed her lips onto his, licking his bottom lip as she moaned gently. He twisted his fingers into her soft hair as electricity sparked up his spine and his pulse raced madly. Her lips were soft and warm, greeting him kindly like an old friend, as he explored her mouth, swirling his tongue around hers. He moved his hand down the small of her back as she hooked her leg around his waist and he gripped underneath her thigh, hoisting her up.

Shallow breathing and banging hearts echoed throughout the large, empty classroom as they poured their emotions into each other. The room felt as though it was spinning around them as Shikamaru tugged Ino’s hair tie out, her long hair embracing her body, her cherry shampoo carrying him to a field filled with blooming sakura blossom trees. Somehow, he had picked her up and pinned her against the wall, both her legs wrapped around his middle as she clawed at his back and he licked the shell of her ear. 

Shikamaru utilized his shadow possession jutsu to lock both doors as he continued ravishing Ino’s neck with his mouth, heat rushing where he branded her. She released his hair from its ponytail, allowing it to tickle her shoulders, as she gripped tightly into his dark locks and whispered profanities into the air. She felt hands move their way up under her shirt and she gasped when she realized they were his shadows. They had a distinct humanlike quality to them as they fondled her chest over her bra, drawing out groans of pleasure. 

“The desk,” she managed to huff. “Put me on the desk.” 

“No,” Shikamaru growled, sliding her down with him to the floor. He tore off her indigo tank top as she lifted his shirt, both pieces of clothes tossed to the wayside as Shikamaru slid his finger underneath the waist of her skirt and panties. He slowly pulled both pieces of clothing down her thighs as her legs stretched out flat to the floor, shadow hands unclasped her bra as it toppled down her front, his hot mouth trailing across her chest until he had to fully pull back to toss the pieces of clothing somewhere in the room. Ino gulped as he looked at her with a glossy gaze, his lips puffy and red. He winked as he laid onto his back and Ino felt herself shift as she crawled over him, realization hitting her like a truck. Shadow possession. 

“S-Shika,” she began, but her vocal chords closed abruptly as a firm grip tightened over her throat. She tried to glance down but her body was completely being controlled by the lazy man beneath her as she mounted her dripping cunt over his face. Her knees sat on either side of his head, the cool tile of the classroom floor stinging her as shivers ran up her spine.

“Sorry,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling her slit. “But you really do talk too much. Can’t have someone hear you while I eat out your cute pussy.” 

Two slender fingers slid between her drenched lips, parting her sex slowly, pushing into her walls, curling upwards and stroking her depths. Ino’s entire body shivered as her thighs clenched around his face, pursing his lips gently. He felt her body’s vibrations rumble throughout him as he teased her, allowing his thumb to ghost over her throbbing clit as he blew onto it, cool air like a summertime breeze sweeping over her hot nub and tingling her to the bone.

Her throat loosened, ever so gently, allowing Ino to choke his name out shakily, her nightingale voice cracking like the richest soil of the Earth. Shikamaru breathed in the smell of pure sex, lusty and humid as evening summer air, as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Ino grunted as he removed his fingers, gripping onto her ass and sucking her clit into his mouth as she melted above him, her juices leaking onto his tongue as he fucked her with his mouth.

Shadow hands kneaded at her breasts and pinched her hard nipples as Ino shattered, scorching fire burning her stomach as her mind screamed at her hands to grab his hair, for her voice to break out of its cage and course through the silent air of the classroom; but instead, as Shikamaru continued lapping her up and his shadows grip held firm, she could only pant and bite her lip aggressively, her eyes remaining clenched shut with thunder in her heart. 

Shikamaru felt her thick thighs trembling around his face as his tongue swirled over her clit, each trickle of juice a delicacy he had abstained from for far too long. He was not going to let a single drop go to waste. In the past, he would pull away; would make her plead and bargain with him like an auctioneer until tears welled in her eyes and her body was nothing more than putty in his palms. He loved inching her to the edge of the cliff before saving her; over and over he would torment her, enjoying the way a woman so typically in control over her body and soul would bend over backwards for such a slothful man to demolish her piece by pretty piece. 

However, this was not like before. This was real. This was something he needed just as much as she did, if not more than she did. How long had he waited to touch her again; how long had he waited to taste her again? Too long, he concluded. For that reason, just this once, he would be a merciful lover. He released her from his shadow possession jutsu and she screamed out curses as her fragile fingers gripped into his hair. 

Ino pushed her hips forward, trailing his tongue down the length of her cunt. He nosed at her rock hard nub as she bit her lip, blood rushing to her face and heat rising through her body. Her hands tugged his hair harshly as her breathing became ragged and sinful, her entire body rippling above him. Shikamaru hummed against her as his tongue coyly slid between her ass cheeks. He dug his hands into the plush skin of her thighs, angling her hips upwards to grant him access to lick her rim teasingly. Ino chanted curses as his shadow finger nimbly circled across her clit, snapping her. She sang her soliloquy to him as she teetered over the cliffside: I’m coming-coming-coming-coming.

He drank her sacred liquid as he moved his mouth back up her slit, her scent overwhelming him, sweet and sweaty, as he licked within her walls.  She purred, grinding her face onto him as a small spray of liquid splashed into his mouth. Shikamaru smiled against her, providing a final kiss as he helped roll her over, climbing over her chest and planting his mouth onto her collarbone. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. He felt her hand graze his forearm lightly as she tried to hold him, her brain fully disintegrated from her climax. 

He smirked against her skin, grazing his teeth up her neck and kissing at her jaw. “Good girl,” he grunted. “You want me to fuck you?”

He felt her nod beneath his mouth. So adorable, he thought. But he wasn’t ready to be done yet. He plunged his tongue between her parted lips, swirling her arousal all throughout her mouth, allowing her to drink in what he had done to her. She felt his erection poking into her thigh as she slid her hand across his long length, tasting his delicious groan of approval on the tip of her tongue. Her hands trembled as they unzipped his pants, the jingling sweet like chimes, as she maneuvered her hand into his boxers and released his cock. 

She gripped his waist between her thighs and rolled him onto his back as she took the lead, gripping him into her soft hand and gently stroking his length, sticky arousal coating her hand fully as she worked her way over him. Shikamaru bit her bottom lip as he gripped onto her wrist and increased her pace, a desperate plea for her to stop teasing him. She trailed her hot mouth along his jaw and down his neck, licking her way across his hairy chest and lean stomach, before hovering over his cock hungrily. 

“Dammit, Ino,” he breathed, pumping her hand harder. “Just do it.” 

She hummed, taking in the sight of his pink tip, his dick thick in her hand. She circled her thumb around the curve of his tip as he gritted his teeth, utilizing her other hand to pin his wrist behind his back. She blew onto his girth gently, melting his brain, before she wrapped her mouth just around the tip, licking into the slit naughtily. Shikamaru clenched his fist beneath his back as he moved his free hand to Ino’s soft hair and gripped onto the top of her head, pushing her down. Her vibrato rumbled throughout his body as she languidly sucked his cock, her cheeks hallowed as her ice blue eyes watched him, choking on him lightly.

She freed his wrist as she gripped onto his balls, intense pressure bubbling within his stomach as he watched her reddened lips engulf him fully, her tongue ever so lightly feathering the curves of his cock, her little hand working down the part of him she couldn’t fit into her throat. He was losing it, tightly shutting his eyes in an attempt to distract himself from the whirlwind of ecstasy, before she pulled off him with a pop and the world tilted around him.

“Fuck,” Shikamaru moaned, leaning up and gripping her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Ino’s pursed, pink lips were sticky with him as she stared at him, her gaze glassy. He felt his heart pang in his chest as he pressed his mouth to hers, licking her clean. He missed the taste of them mixed together; it was warm and sweet and unique. Ino adjusted herself to be sitting on her knees between his legs as she snaked her arms around his neck, her movements heavy from her burning desire of wanting his cock rammed inside her. 

Shikamaru hoisted her body into his arms bridal style, standing up as he carried her down the steps to the desk, placing her gently on the edge, her back arching against the curve of the wood. He slid his pants down his legs and lined himself up, holding onto the edge of the desk with his free hand. Her cheeks were bright red, sweat beading down her lovely neck and circling over her protruding collarbones. Her eyes were sparkling with pure ethereal delight as she licked her lips and tugged at the tips of his hair.

“F-Fuck,” Ino begged. She looked into his oak eyes, his pupils primal and eager. His mouth was glistening with her arousal and his lips were puffy, red as brick. She gave him a mischievous grin and reached for his necklace to pull him down, their mouths inches apart. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

Shikamaru grit his teeth at the nickname. Daddy. His body fully took control over his consciousness as he pumped his throbbing cock inside of her velvet walls, slick juice welcoming him in with minimal effort as she spread herself for him. His face fell into the crook of her neck as he grabbed onto her shoulders; her ankles twisted and locked themselves over the back of his thighs, sinking him deeper inside her. Ino gripped onto her round tits, each thrust bouncing them around wildly, as she fingered her taut nipples and moaned his name towards the sun. 

His dick filled her up, covering each inch of her cunt. He grunted out profanities through gasps of her name as he sloppily nibbled her neck, his knuckles white as snow while gripping onto her slender shoulders. Ino pushed her head back against the mahogany, wanting to sink herself into it, to allow their bodies to bend deeper together. She wrapped her hands around his neck and dug her nails into his skull as she thrust her hips upwards, their rhythms melding together as their bodies merged into one.

A burst of energy swirled throughout her body as she felt the Earth stop spinning around her, her body spasming beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist. He watched her mouth hang ajar as she choked out breathless air and scratched her nails down his back, burning into his skin. Her pussy clenched around him as he felt himself fall with her, thrusting deep inside her slick walls as his tip twitched and he mixed himself with her arousal, white noise screeching around the room. 

Time slowed to a standstill as Shikamaru took in several ragged breaths, his hot breath tickling her ear, his chest weighed down, ringing in his ears. Ino’s nails released their pressure on his back as she ran her fingers up across his shoulder blades and rested them in his hair. He could hear her lovely heartbeat as they slowly came down from Saturn, the room eventually coming back into view from their whited out vision. 

Shikamaru placed a final open-mouthed kiss to her neck and pulled out, nosing his head down to rest between her breasts as she held him. She chucked, her body moving rhythmically beneath him. He glanced up at her through his black hair to see her staring straight at the ceiling, her hair curtaining over her face, her mouth turned upwards in a satisfied smile.

“Something funny?” he questioned teasingly.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” She laughed briskly, resting her arm over her forehead. Shikamaru hummed and pulled himself off her, wobbling slightly. “Ino, I-”

She held a finger to her mouth and reached her hand out. He helped her up, her blue eyes sparkling up at him like a spring sky. “I know, Shika.” She stood onto her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek, warmth creeping its way up his neck. 

“I wanted to-” A loud banging on the door cut him off as Ino ran up the stairs towards their clothes, frantically gripping at the fabric, her hands too shaky, making it hard for her to grasp onto anything. 

Shikamaru’s heart skipped several beats before he called out. “J-Just a second, please.” 

“Why is the door locked?” Kakashi’s voice was quiet, catching halfway into the thickness of the walls and granting Shikamaru’s heart some relief as he hastily pulled up his pants, zipping them up. Ino threw his shirt down to him and he tugged it on, peeking at Ino to see her tying her hair back up into a sloppy ponytail as he opened the door. 

Kakashi’s face was totally unreadable as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his mask making it hard for Shikamaru to decipher any distinguishing features that would indicate if the Copy Cat Ninja had heard any part of their lewd secret. His eyebrows knit together gently, only for a brief moment, as Kakashi peered into the room and locked onto Ino. She was twiddling with her shirt, tucking the fabric down as she smiled at the men and waved casually.

“H-Hi,” Ino said shakily. “Rough session. He’s a tough trainer, that’s for sure.”

Kakashi glanced between the pair, the silence so loud that Shikamaru’s head started pounding. “Is he?” he asked, his voice soft and low. “I wouldn’t have guessed.” 

Shikamaru gulped as Kakashi continued. “Anyway, class has been over for thirty minutes and I am in need of your assistance.” Kakashi looked at Shikamaru and he could feel his cheeks burning up. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he shuffled his feet.

“Wow, yeah,” Shikamaru said, glancing at the clock. “I guess we ran over time. Sorry about that.” 

Kakashi clicked his tongue and turned away, giving a small wave. “I’ll see you at the office.” Shikamaru closed the door as the air chilled around him. He heard Ino shift uncomfortably as she started walking down the stairs, her light footsteps echoing around the room.

“Heh,” Shikamaru turned to face her, his hands trembling as he placed them into his front pockets. “Ino, I-”

She shook her head as she stood before him, gripping onto his hips and pulling him closer to her. “Are you busy tonight?”

“No,” he whispered, grazing his finger along her cheek. “I want to see you again. I want to… hang out again, if you want to.”

Ino beamed up at him. It was the smile he had grown used to over the years; the smile she hadn’t shared with him since their breakup, the one that kept him up into the early hours of the morning as he reflected on what an idiot he was for allowing her to slip through his fingers. His heart bled for her as she pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I’ll see you tonight, then.” She said, stroking a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Also, you forgot this.” She placed his hair tie into his hand and closed his fingers around it gently, a cunning smile crossing over her lips as dread crept into his soul.

“He is never gonna let me live this down,” Shikamaru moaned as he tied his hair back up, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Ino giggled as she stood back, hands on her hips, her head tilted to the side. He smiled at her and pulled on his backpack, brushing his shoulder against hers as he walked to the door. 

“You know,” he drew out the last syllable playfully as he pulled open the door and gestured to go ahead, placing his hand on the small of her back as he followed her. “I have to admit, I am really glad Sai is gay.”

Ino laughed heartily as they trudged down the hall together. “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” she confessed, peeking over at him from the corner of her eye, her lips twitching upwards. “But so am I.” 

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Sweet music playing in the dark

Pairing: Victoria de Angelis x fem!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, seriously this is just porn without plot, face sitting, fingering, oral, slight edging, slight mommy kink (it's used only like three times, blink and you'll miss it), usage of the word whore but only once

A/N: This is my first smut so please bare with me lol. I wanna thank @teenyweenynightghost for making me write this instead of doing homework, this is what I needed and honestly I regret nothing. And yes, I did use a random fanfic title generator for this one.

Please keep in mind that English is not my first language.

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Droplets of water fell from singular strands of your hair and hit the tiled floor as you walked out of the bathroom into the room. You smoothed out the fabric of the shirt you had just put on and walked into the bedroom, ready to start your day. Entering the room, your eyes were glued to the floor, mind already racing with thoughts about the thrills of the upcoming day.

"Buongiorno, cucciola," you heard Vic say, making you look up from the floor. Before you got a chance to reply, you stopped dead in your tracks as you watched the following scene unravel in front of your eyes.

Your lovely girlfriend Victoria (although the word lovely wasn't the best way to describe her at that moment; hot and absolutely breathtaking seemed to be more suitable) was kneeling on the bed, looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. A knowing smirk adorned her face as she noticed your shock. Your mind went blank as you let your eyes fall lower, noticing all the little details of her outfit (or the significant lack of it). Your eyes trailed down her soft skin to her chest area. She was dressed only in a shirt made from a sheer seethrough fabric that left no room for imagination. You gulped hard as your eyes went even lower, following her exposed stomach and finally stopping at the edge of her white cotton panties. Right below Vic's belly button, there was a bow that made the whole outfit complete. Lastly, you looked at her bare thighs and legs, wishing you could be trapped between them forever.

"I said good morning, love, aren't you going to reply?" Vic replied in a sultry voice, making you suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

"Ugh... hi, Vic," you whimpered out a response, not knowing how to react properly.

"Now, cucciola, that's not what you should be calling me right now, is it?" she tutted, unhappy with your response. Your eyes widened at her words as your mouth went dry. You hated the effect she had on you. How easy it was for her to get you all worked up and at her command.

"N-no mommy," you stuttered, biting your lip and clenching your fist. You saw her mouth twist in a smug smile and nod in approval as soon as the words left your shaking lips. However, she still hadn't moved a bit from her position.

"Good girl," she whispered, her words sending a shock through your body straight to your core. You clenched your thighs and bit your lip. The tension was too much. You had to do something! Victoria must have sensed it too because she moved to the edge of the bed and reached her hand towards you, her fingers curling in a 'come hither' motion. Without hesitation, you stepped towards her, eager to feel her touch.

"I'm gonna give you everything you want, darling, I promise," she murmured, brushing your arm with her fingers before gently touching the skin on your neck. You shuddered underneath her touch, and your skin almost felt as if it were on fire where she trailed her fingertips ever so slightly.

Victoria looked into your eyes deeply for a mere second before grabbing your chin gently and brushing her lips against yours. The kiss felt so sweet and innocent, unsuitable for the situation you found yourself in. You couldn't help but melt into her touch, your heart skipping a beat at her wholesome gesture. The message was simple; I love you. You immediately reciprocated the kiss, your hand wandering absentmindedly to rest on the girl's shoulder.

That's when the kiss changed. Without a warning, Vic grabbed your hair roughly and, suddenly, pressed your body closer to hers, making your chests collide. You let out a gasp of surprise, but it soon had been muffled and turned into a moan by Vic's tongue that had entered your mouth harshly. She explored the inside of your mouth, dominating the kiss completely. You moaned when she sucked on your bottom lip, her hand touching your body through your shirt. You could have stayed like that forever, not caring about anyone else in the whole world. The kiss was everything. It felt like it could give life, tear down antique buildings and bring down armies. The force she was kissing you with went straight to your heat, dampening your panties. It was incredible how a single kiss made you this hot and bothered. Soon, your lungs started feeling as if they were on fire, and you desperately needed to take a breath, even though you didn't want to break the kiss.

"But first," Victoria said, parting your bodies after what felt like hours and looking deep into your eyes," you are gonna make me feel good," she whispered, slapping your bare thigh with her hand. Your eyes widened, and your heart started racing at the thought, something that would soon become a reality. Not being able to utter a word, you nodded frantically, breathing deeply.

"Lay down for me, cucciola, and if you please me, I'll think about taking care of you," she said in a demanding voice, making you gulp once again and rub your thighs together to relieve some friction. Without having to be told twice, you lay down on the bed, your heart thumping in your chest.

You heard Victoria shuffle beside the bed for a minute and felt the mattress beside you sink under her weight.

"That's it, good girl," Vic stated, throwing one of her legs on the other side of your body and straddling your thigh. As you felt her wetness on your bare skin, you realised she must have had taken off her white knickers, and the mere thought made you whimper audibly. Once again, she connected your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries.

"I'm gonna ride your face, sweets, would you like that?" she asked, pressing herself harder on your leg.

"Yes, mommy, please," you breathed out and nodded frantically, your hands sneaking up underneath her shirt to lay on her back. You were desperate to make her feel good.

"Of course, you would, you little whore," Vic moved up along your figure and put her legs on both sides of your face, aligning her dripping centre with your face. Your mouth watered at the sight. "But you're my whore," she mumbled before lowering herself into your mouth.

Without wasting any time, your tongue darted out to lick a long swipe along her slit, wetting her even more in the process. You let yourself taste her juices for a moment, enjoying her sweetness. When you felt Victoria bring her fingers into your hair, it only made you speed up your actions and lick her once again. Quickly, your tongue found her engorged clit and started circling around it tenderly.

"Oh, yeah, just like that," she moaned out, moving her hips up and down to meet her needs. Taking her sounds as signs of approval, you wrapped your lips around the sensitive nub and sucked on it gently. Vic groaned, tugging on your hair and making you let out a whimper, ever so incredibly pathetic. She looked truly ethereal. Her eyes were half-closed in bliss, hair flying around her face and boobs bouncing up and down as she rutted herself on your tongue. The sight of it was almost too much for you to take, and you crossed your legs, hoping that it would relieve at least some of the throbbing that had formed between your legs. "Cazzo, keep going, (Y/N)."

Bringing one of your arms around her waist to keep her in place, you ran your tongue through her folds and licked at her entrance eagerly. You fucked her with your tongue as she moved her hips, desperately working towards her desired release. Your other hand roamed her chest, cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipple ring. You moaned with her, the vibrations from your voice sending more and more jolts through her body.

You felt her near her climax as she tightened around your tongue and pulled on your hair more.

"Cucciola, don't stop, you're going to make me cum," she breathed out, looking down at you. Wet noises filled the room as you lapped at her pussy. The sounds were so dirty, you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Eager to watch her fall apart beneath your touch, you wrapped your mouth against her clit once again and sucked hard. This, combined with the sight of you eating her out as if your life depended on it, was the final blow for Victoria. She shuddered and let out a series of angelic moans as she came covering your face with her juices. You kept on kitten licking her core to help her ride out her orgasm. Finally, her movements stopped, her breathing heavy and ragged. She rolled off your face and plopped on the bed next to you, trying to even out her breaths. Seeing her in this state made your chest swell with pride, knowing that you were the one to make her feel so good.

"So good for me," she breathed out, kissing your cheek and nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck. "I love you, (Y/N)."

You hummed in response, throwing your arm around her, hugging her gently. You didn't understand how you could be so lucky to deserve something like this. Pushing your own needs aside, you cuddled up with her, kissing her head in a sweet manner. Pleasuring her was your priority, and you didn't need to cum in order to feel satisfied. And that was true for Victoria as well, as she always made sure you were enjoying yourself first.

After a minute or two, you felt Vic shift her figure and hover on top of you, kissing your neck. Her knee parted your legs, and it brought attention to your core that was already throbbing painfully.

"Now, do you think you did a good job at pleasuring me, cucciola?" she asked, her voice ringing in your ears. She looked down at you, staring straight into your eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from the aftermath of her orgasm and parts of her hair stuck to her forehead. You gulped once again, looking into her shiny eyes.

"I tried my best," you responded quietly, your words barely audible. Vic took off your shirt and discarded it somewhere in the room for you to find later. Your nipples immediately hardened at the contact with cold air. She kissed your cheek before licking a long stripe up your neck. Your pussy was pulsating and in desperate need of attention, but you couldn't even close your legs for some friction as Vic's knee successfully prevented you from doing so. You whimpered when her lips found your sweet spot, sucking on it harshly. You knew that it would bruise really fast, but you didn't care at all, loving the feeling of being marked by your girlfriend. One of her hands immediately attached itself to your breast and twisted your nipple, making you gasp audibly. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind your ear as her hand massaged your boobs. Little moans and cries escaped your quivering lips. Every little touch made you go crazy, lighting up a fire on your skin, but it wasn't enough. Your pussy was throbbing, your panties practically soaked, and every little touch on your body only made you hornier.

When Victoria's lips detached themselves from your neck, you whined at the loss of contact. She quickly moved to kiss you, her tongue exploring your mouth once again. She tasted herself on your tongue, enjoying it. Suddenly, you felt her put her hand on top of your soaked panties, resting it on top of your over-sensitive clit. Your hips jolted forward in search of some more as the most sinful moan escaped your lips.

"Fuck, I love the sounds you make when you are under me," Victoria mumbled, breaking the kiss for a second.

"Please, please, more," you chanted, chasing her lips with yours. It only made her chuckle at how pathetic you looked. She hadn't even touched you, and you were already at her command. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and were threatening to spill any second.

"Shhh... It's okay, cucciola, just let me take care of you, now," she kissed your temple before lowering her face to your chest. She licked her lips hungrily and took your right breast in her mouth, tongue circling your hardened nipple. Her other hand moved to your left boob and massaged it gently. At that point, your panties must have had been completely soaked through, your juices spilling onto the covers. A moan after moan escaped your lips when she switched position, taking your left boob in her mouth and placing her hand on your right one, spreading her spit all over your chest.

"Please, mommy," a plea that had been in your mouth for a while finally made it past your lips. You sobbed at her touch or the absence of it where you most wanted it. Finally, Vic gave your boobs a final squeeze and kissed each nipple before licking down your exposed tummy. She left a trail of wet kisses around your belly button and sucked on the skin on your hip. Your back arched involuntarily as she bit your skin and left dark bruises.

"Look at you, so desperate, and I haven't even touched you yet," your girlfriend cooed, a smug smile permanently plastered on her face. Her chest swelled with pride as she saw you in that state, knowing that she was the one making you look so dishevelled. It was her touches to make you whimper so pathetically and her voice that made you beg for more. A single tear rolled down your cheek only to be wiped by Vic's soft finger.

"Shhh... I'm here now. I'm gonna take care of you," she whispered again, rubbing your cheek with her thumb reassuringly. But deep inside she loved seeing you like this and wanted nothing more than to have fun with you for hours and hours on end.

Positioning herself in front of your clothed heat, she licked her thumb and placed it on top where your clit lay. She rubbed it through your panties, earning a moan from you. Your hips jolted upwards to create more friction, but she quickly pulled away, chuckling under her breath. You felt Victoria's fingers hook over the waistband of your knickers as she pulled them down your legs in a swift movement, making your body shiver when cold air made contact with your exposed pussy. She rubbed the inside of your thigh reassuringly as you tried to even out your breath and get used to the temperature. Vic licked two fingers and placed them above your heat, rubbing your clit through the hood gently. You clenched around nothing when familiar warmth spread through your body, a sinful groan escaping your lips. As soon as the girl saw your reaction, she sped up her movements.

Vic gathered some of your wetness on her fingers and licked them clean, teasing you playfully," You are so wet, cucciola." She collected some more and rubbed her index finger at your opening, placing a tiny kiss on your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when she pushed her digit into you, curling it inside. Her mouth found its way to your clitoris as she sucked and flicked her tongue on your sensitive nub. Fucking your with her finger, her other hand found yours and gave it a heartwarming squeeze. More tears spilled from your eyes as another finger entered you, making you gasp for air.

Victoria continued fucking you with her fingers and skilled tongue, your legs wrapped around her head. I could wear those thighs as earmuffs any given day, she grinned at the thought. She could feel you nearing your orgasm as you clenched around her fingers, moans becoming more high pitched and breathing shallower. You could feel the familiar tingling in your legs start to appear when, suddenly, your girlfriend pulled away, taking out her fingers and detaching her mouth. The cry that left your lips at the loss of contact left Vic wishing she had been recording you from the start. She would have kept the footage forever, using it on tours and reminding you about how beautiful your sounds were.

"Nononono, please, please, Vic," you begged, a series of whines and cries escaping your lips. You were on the edge, only a few rubs away from a powerful climax when she pulled out. You looked so devastated by it that Vic almost felt sorry for doing it. Almost.

"Sorry, cucciola, I couldn't help myself. You just look so good when you beg for my fingers," she smirked smugly at you before climbing up to wrap her arm around you. "I won't do it anymore, I promise," she whispered into your ear and sucked on your earlobe.

Reaching her hand down to your heat, Victoria returned to circling your clit with her thumb. Kissing away your tears, she inserted two fingers back into you and continued pressing at your g-spot. Your body practically melted into hers as she rubbed on your nub, getting you closer to your orgasm. You looked angelic, and Victoria's heart soared at the sight of you, so vulnerable and so open just for her. She loved seeing you like this.

"I'm g-gonna c-um. I'm gonna cum!" you breathed out, turning your head towards Vic's to connect your lips, even for a brief second.

"I know, darling, just let go. I've got you," she kissed away your tears, not stopping her movements. Your body tensed, and you knew you were seconds away from an orgasm of a century. With a final rub on your clit and a kiss on your neck, you came hard. Your climax washed over you like a tsunami, almost making you scream. Your mind went blank as your legs started shaking, clear juices squirting from your pussy, only to be collected by Victoria's skillful fingers and brought to her lips. You held your breath as she kept on rubbing your heat, helping you ride out your orgasm. All the tears had been kissed away by your girlfriend, who made sure you got the best experience.

When your breath evened out, you turned to the side, putting your head on her shoulder, your hand searching for hers to hold. The girl's fingers found yours as she brought them to her lips, kissing them lightly. Letting you cuddle up against her body, she hummed and brushed through your hair, untangling it for you. Vic looked at you, admiring your figure and taking notice of all the hickeys that she had given you.

"Come on," she whispered after a couple of minutes, "let's take a shower and get you cleaned up."

taglist

[renaisaibaam]

interview

zhongli / female reader smut fic

degrading, dirty talking

idk how to tag lol

vvvv vulgar i am ashamed

"fuck, zhongli—" you moaned pathetically as you felt his cock slide into you in a slow, gentle pace that absolutely drived you insane, your breath shallow yet heavy, with your back pressed against the cold, wooden surface of your shared apartment's dining table. your boyfriend had just come home from a job hunt, and was expecting a call from one of the places he had visited, so to pass some time, he had decided to have his dinner almost immediately upon his arrival, his dinner being you, in the table instead of the bedroom, and with how im using this analogy to describe him just eating you out for his meal, its rather appropriate to have it in the dining room in this context.

his hands were underneath your thighs that were dripping with hot sweat, keeping them hoisted up as his hips moved slowly and steadily, whines leaving your lips from the fucking tease he was being. a scowl crosses his face, and he bends down to sink his teeth on the soft flesh of the underside of your thigh, not caring when you let out a pained yelp. he knew you liked the pain, anyways.

"arent you being a greedy little slut right now? do you want me to ruin you that bad?" he pulls out of your dripping cunt until only the tip of his cock is in, and without any warning, slams it back in until he's ball deep inside you, your back arching when you feel his cock hit the deepest parts of you. your hands move up to claw on his toned, almost rock hard arms, leaving red marks in your wake as tears filled the corner of your eyes from the pleasure of the sudden movement that he kept repeating without giving you time to even catch your own breath.

"didn't i teach you how to fucking wait? just how deprived are you from cock, when you've just had it last night?" he growls into your skin before rutting into your cunt in a rough pace, the unanticipated action making you scream his name in ecstacy. you were already in cloud nine by this point- zhongli filled you up so good; so well to where you wouldnt even think of anything else but him and his cock. he messed you up in the best ways possible, and you knew you could never go back once you had a taste of him.

you could hear the belt around his pants clinking to the pace of his thrusts inside you, and the cold metal slamming against the back of your thigh added to the many sensations you were feeling, considering he didnt even bother taking off his own clothes except for his coat and blazer while he stripped you off of everything, with the exception of his favorite sweater that you had worn, seeing how much of his scent lingered in the cozy, soft fabric of it. he loved seeing you in his clothes, but the hem of the sweater, however, was already up to your neck to expose your chest that had been bouncing to the rhythm of his hips. the cold air made your nipples hard, but you barely cared.

he bends down, cups your right breast with one hand, and swirls his tongue flat around your hardened bud, his other hand keeping your legs up in place. your hands that were adorned with sweater paws reached up to stroke his hair, and he looked up with a smile, moving towards you to lock your lips together in a heated kiss that held an overflowing amount of passion for each other. well, it was like that until a sudden ring of someone's phone interrupted your kiss with zhongli.

he pulls away with a string of saliva connecting you and him, and he grabs the ringing phone from his pocket, checking the number and immediately answering it, not pulling away from you as he spoke.

"hello?" he asks with his usual deep and calming voice, as if he hadn't been fucking you into oblivion just a few seconds ago. he puts the phone on loud speaker, and listens to the caller's voice closely.

"hi! this is from the wangsheng funeral parlor. do you mind if we conduct the interview over the phone so you dont have to come over? we're pretty busy at the moment with the influx of interviews." what a cockblock, you thought. just as you were about to pull away, zhongli stands up straight and grabs your hips with one hand, keeping you in place as he turned off the loud speaker and held the phone to his ear, speaking in the most professional voice that shook your core when it reached your ears.

"sure, i dont mind. lets proceed immediately."

you looked up at him with a face expecting him to release you, as he was slowly pulling away until he was out, but you let out a loud yelp when he suddenly slams back in to stuff you full of his cock, the rhythm of his thrusts still steady and deep despite the talking he was doing over the phone.

you couldnt believe it. zhongli was fucking you in the dining table as he had his motherfucking job interview. what would happen if this shit went wrong? you clawed at his arms to grab his attention and make him stop, but he just stared down at you, and was silent for what felt like eternity, before he gave a hard slap to the side of your exposed thigh, his thrusts only getting faster each time you resisted.

you were trying your best not to let out any sounds, but the way his cock was hitting on the spots that made you feel the best was sending you to euphoria. he made you feel so good almost without effort, and this situation in general just turned you on. what if the person on the phone could hear the sounds you made? what if they could hear just how much sounds your cunt was making from how much it had been dripping for him, and only him?

you could have sworn you had came twice or even more, and yet his interview hasnt ended despite you already meeting your release multiple times. and even when you did, he didnt stop for one bit. he had no plans to, anyways. as he spoke about what might be best for the company as an answer to the question, he leans down to mark the skin around your collarbone with a bite, sucking it as if he were to excrete something sweet if he did it hard enough.

you feel something different yet familiar bubbling up your abdomen, and you knew you were about to reach your orgasm again, and since you couldnt take any more of it, you mouth to zhongli to stop, or at least slow down, desperation in your expression. his bright eyes, which seemed to darken, stared down on you as still fucking spoke with annoyance dripping in his voice as he answers, "i think we can negotiate my salary based on my skills and the value i bring to the company."

this was enough to tell you that the interviewer asked a stupid question, and that he was pissed about it, yet remained cool headed despite it. and to take the frustration out, he places the phone between his ear and shoulder, grabs your legs and hoists you up even higher than what you were usually used to, and plunges his cock even deeper into you to the point where you can see his tip poking out from your stomach, the new and foreign feeling making you clench around his cock to which he lets out a low, and deep grunt at.

with only a look towards you as your single warning, he slams down into your tight cunt, the sudden pleasure coursing through your veins in a rush that leaves you feeling lightheaded. you cover your mouth with your hands and scream through the fabric of his sweater, feeling yourself reach your high and release for who knows how many times you did ever since the damned call, your hands shaking from the immense sensation and pleasure zhongli had brought you tonight.

all that had happened, and yet he didnt even fucking stop.

you were an overstimulated mess, and as a last resort, you whine loudly to try and grab his attention for who knows how many times, wanting this to be over already. you couldnt stand holding back your voice, and you knew itd do more harm if they had heard you. but zhongli wasnt having any of it.

he places you back down on the table with him still inside you, grabs his phone with his left hand to hold it up to his ear, and uses his right hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing the sides in a way he knows you love so much. you gasp when you feel his huge, rough hand around you, and as if that wasnt enough, his hips slam back into you, driving you into a quiet, drooling mess. your eyes rolled back, and amidst the silence, your body shook violently to try and get him off of you, your hole unable to handle any more of the overstimulation he drove you into.

you feel your mind going blank and hazy from the emotions and feelings you had been experiencing. the fear of being caught, the excitement of trying not to get caught, the pleasure of his cock filling you up to the brim, the overstimulation and high of your recent orgasm, and the lack of oxygen is throwing you into an overwhelmed state, and yet here you were, living for it.

your hips shake, and you squirt into his cock, feeling your own release dripping down your legs as you made a mess on the floor and on zhongli's skin. you feel your legs give in and drop to his sides, looking up at him as he continued speaking as if you werent even there. but even if he was acting that way, his lust filled eyes stared at you hungrily, his tongue swiping his lips in a manner that you'd think was purposely trying to rile you up.

"okay, i understand. i'll come in tomorrow, so please take care of me." and with that, he ends the call, and growls lowly, placing the phone beside you. he lifts up your legs, and leans in until your face is just centimeters away from you, a low growl emitting fron him as he spoke.

"just how much did you cum in under 20 minutes? did you enjoy it knowing we could get caught?" his hips rocks itself into you deeply, and stays in that position, your hips shaking. you could feel him fill you up to where your abdomen felt full of him and only him, and you looked up at him, whining at his words.

"fucking whore. you even made a mess on me. did it feel that good, doll?" he opens his mouth and crashes his lips on to yours, quickly moving down to bite the skin around the side of your throat where his hands once were, leaving marks on both sides. he moves up to whisper on your ear, his voice making you tremble as you felt his hot breath whispering such dirty words that you knew he was going to fulfill. guess you were staying at home tomorrow.

"ill make sure you cum all over my cock more tonight, so be a good girl and take me in well. are we clear?"

[mercurygguk]

what a man gotta do? | kth

genre; established relationship au, fluff

pairing; kim taehyung x female reader

summary; what a man gotta do when his girlfriend is insanely adorable when she’s drunk and doesn’t take no for an answer?

word count; 2,488

warnings; mentions of alcohol, a tiny bit of swearing, just soft tae and oc being a cute ass couple that i really adore

a/n; saw a text quote on tumblr, my brain popped an idea. this is it. also, i know nothing about gaming, so if anything i’ve written doesn’t make sense, just ignore it lol. please love it a lot and enjoy!! ps. please tell me what you think, thanks x

There is something so oddly pleasing about having the entire apartment to oneself on a Friday evening. Taehyung has been looking forward to this evening for a week and it is finally here. An entire evening for himself with his gaming console, his friends in his headphones and a big bowl of popcorn beside him. It’s quiet in the apartment as he sets up his gaming spot, fluffing the pillows and setting them up nicely on the couch so he can sit comfortably for the next many hours of nonstop gaming with his bestest friends.

The reason for his night alone is because his girlfriend’s (you) best friend just got promoted to a higher rank in the law firm she works at. She then went on to invite all her friends out for drinks which, of course, included you. Taehyung had fought to keep in his excitement when you had told him of your plans a week ago. You had eyed him down then, noticing the small exciting smile forming on his lips as he listened to your words carefully as if he actually cared. He was just overly excited to finally be able to have a gaming night without interruptions. And it’s not that he wants to sound ungrateful or like he enjoyed that you weren’t at home. He loved spending his Friday nights cuddled up with you, hell, that was his favorite Friday nights. But he’s only a boy, really. And a boy has needs. Gaming needs.

So he walks to the kitchen with a pep in his step as the microwave finishes with a loud ping! He pours the popcorn into a bowl and heads back to the couch where his gaming spot has been set up to perfection, everything in place and ready for him to have a relaxing night of games. He sits back in the mountain of pillows, sighing in content as he places the popcorn beside him before grabbing his headset. He sets it atop of his head, checking the sound and mic. Seconds later there’s an incoming call from his group of friends. 

He picks up with a grin on his face. “Hey guys!”

Seokjin gasps from the other end. “What the hell? Got a night off from the wife?”

Taehyung scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, a small smile on his lips. “She’s out for drinks,” he explains, “best friend got promoted.”

“Em got promoted?” Jimin then asks, just now hearing about the news of his long-time crush.

A smirk appears on Taehyung’s face. “Yeah, like a week ago. She didn’t tell you?”

Jimin falls silent at his question. Taehyung wants to tell his best friend to get out of his misery and just ask the girl out. He’s a hundred percent sure she’d say yes within a heartbeat. In fact, when Em is here visiting you and Taehyung, she talks about Jimin more often than she’d ever admit.

“Just ask her out already!” Seokjin groans annoyed, causing Jimin to tell him to ‘fuck off’. Taehyung grins, having missed gaming and talking with his friends like this. He saw them a few days ago in person which was nice too, but gaming with them is just so different and fun. It’s been a long time since he has had the opportunity to game for an entire night with Seokjin and Jimin.

“Well,” Taehyung captures the attention of his two best friends, “shall we get started?”

And that’s how the next three hours pass. There’s bickering, arguing because Seokjin didn’t manage to cover for Taehyung which caused Taehyung to get killed. “Come on, hyung! You were supposed to cover for me!”

Seokjin sighs deeply on the other end, calming his temper. “You think I’m a mind reader? How was I supposed to know you’d-”

Taehyung’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He pulls the phone from his pocket to look at the caller-id. Your photo flashes across his screen, the wide smile on your face on a snowy day in December. A photo Taehyung snapped one day before Christmas, a day you had dragged him outside and into the snow. The first snow in Seoul in years and you had been so happy that you couldn’t stop smiling, so Taehyung saw it fit to snap a photo of you with his vintage camera which he had brought along.

“Hyung, one second,” he cuts off Seokjin’s rambling, removing his headset to answer your call.

“Hey babe,” Taehyung greets who he thinks is you. He stills, confused as Em greets him back in a rather serious, tired-sounding tone. “Oh, hey Em, did something happen?”

Em sighs deeply. “____ is drunk off her ass. Can you come get her?”

Drunk of her ass? You haven’t been drunk off your ass in months, which is why you being drunk so drunk right now doesn’t come as a shock to him. It’s been a while since you went out drinking like you’ve done tonight, so your body has gotten used to not fighting alcohol. Taehyung runs a hand through his dark black hair, removing it from his eyes.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come by. Where you at?”

With the information from Em, he hangs up and grabs his headset to put it back on. “Hey, guys, I gotta go.”

Jimin sounds like an unsatisfied child as he whines. Taehyung can imagine the pout. “What? Why?”

“Em just called,” he tells his best friend, “____ is drunk as hell. I have to go get her.”

Jimin mutters an ‘oh’ and so does Seokjin. They tell each other goodbye before Taehyung is shutting off his gaming console and heading for the front door. He grabs a coat from the closet in the hallway, throwing it over the white t-shirt and the green unbuttoned flannel he’s wearing. He jumps into a pair of boots and grabs his keys before heading out of the apartment. 

“Shit,” he swears under his breath as he steps outside, into the cold air of January. He takes long strides towards his car, getting in and turning the key in the ignition. The heat is immediately turned on before he pulls out of the parking lot, heading in the direction of the bar Em told him you’re at. “One night,” he mumbles lowly to himself as he slowly drives around the parking lot behind the bar to find an empty spot, “one freaking night.”

The bar is filled with people, some drunk and some just barely tipsy. The aura in there is happy, void of any worries these people might have on regular days. Taehyung skims the darkness of the bar, trying his best to spot you in the crowd. Soon enough his eyes zoom in on Em who’s waving at him. He glances to her right side, spotting you sitting there with your head resting on Em’s shoulder. You look like you’re passed out and Taehyung immediately finds himself worrying a bit more than he originally had. You never pass out, you just always end up being a slur who laughs a bit too much at anything you find funny in the moment.

“Hey,” Em greets Taehyung. He nods at her in a greeting as he stops in front of them, immediately squatting down to be at your level. He reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face. You look at him, eyes blank and unfocused as you take him in. Thank god, you’re not passed out, just closing your eyes for a few seconds for a short nap.

“Hi baby,” Taehyung coos, thumb brushing across your cheek. You smile sheepishly, a very soft and drunken smile. Your boyfriend has to stifle a laugh as you almost fall over as you sit up. He catches your shoulder with his warm palm, steadying you as he tries to catch your eyes with his own. “Wanna go home?”

You nod, not muttering a simple word other than a low hum as he helps you to your feet. You’re leaning against his chest, cuddling into the warmth of him as he talks to Em for a moment.

“Thanks for calling,” he tells her. 

Em nods with a grin and pats your shoulder as if to say goodbye. “Get her to bed,” she smirks, “she’ll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Taehyung chuckles and nods in agreement. He bids Em and your other friends goodbye before leaving the bar with you cuddled up against his chest. You’re stumbling alongside him, finding it rather difficult to stand on your own two feet.

“Baby,” Taehyung softly calls, “could you use your legs for a second? You’re way heavier when you’re not cooperating, you know?”

You mumble in response, nuzzling your body even closer to him. “I wuv y-you,” you hum, smiling with your eyes closed as you hug him tightly. The man holding you up can’t help but laugh at you, his heart swelling twice it’s size as you drunkenly confess how you feel for him. Even though he already knew that. Good thing it’s love confessions and not some other kind of confession that slips from your drunk mind.

Taehyung struggles to get you into the passenger seat but he manages. He helps you take a sip of the water bottle Em had gotten for you at the bar. Your head falls back against the headrest of the seat, eyes still closed and lips moving on in another round of mumbles and humming. Taehyung buckles you up before moving to his own seat behind the wheel. He glances at you as he ignites the car. You’re really a sight to see right now. Completely unfazed as you sit in a weird position in the passenger seat, your head lulling from side to side because you have absolutely no control over it at the moment.

“God, you’re drunk,” Taehyung sighs deeply, “let’s get you home.”

If Taehyung thought getting you in the passenger seat was hard, then he had another thing coming. Getting you out of the passenger, however, is a completely different ordeal and then getting you inside the apartment building and into the elevator was probably more exercise than Taehyung has ever done in one day. Ugh, he really hates going to the gym.

The front door is soon unlocked and you’re back home in the warmth of your shared apartment. After the elevator ride up, it’s almost as if you’ve sobered up again. You’re walking better, still holding onto Taehyung, but walking. You’re blabbering now, talking about how you and Em had tested who could drink the most shots in 30 seconds and who could chug a beer down the fastest. Taehyung listens with a small smile, shaking his head in amusement because this is so very much unlike you. But he’s happy you had fun with your friends.

“Oh, you should’ve seen the way I chugged down those shots,” you laugh, plopping down onto the couch as Taehyung kneels down to take off your shoes. “Em could not catch me at all!”

“I’m sure you were ace, baby,” Taehyung hums, grinning now because you’re way too cute when you’re drunk. He’s not even mad that you spoiled his gaming night because you’re too drunk to get home by yourself. This is a sight he would’ve hated to miss out on.

“My head hurts though,” you mumble, frowning. Taehyung matches your frown as he glances up at you while unclasping your heels from your feet.

Once your shoes are off, he gets back up. He cups your cheek, brushing a stray eyelash off it with the pad of his thumb. “Just gonna get a makeup wipe and some pills for your headache, okay? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

You nod, smiling up at him. He pecks your forehead quickly before heading for the bathroom. Taehyung glances back at you to see you sitting there silently, wiggling your bare feet and hugging a pillow to your chest. He chuckles as he enters the bathroom to retrieve painkillers and a makeup wipe to clean your face. A few minutes after rummaging through the cabinets and the drawers, he exits the bathroom and heads back to you. He stops in his tracks when he notices you’re gone from your spot. He skims the living room, not finding you anywhere. What he does find though is something he hasn’t seen since he was like eight years old. Right there by the dining table behind the couch, you’re currently putting up a blanket fort, a wide grin on your face.

“Baby,” Taehyung catches your attention right away, “whatcha’ doing?”

You smile, looking back at the project you’ve started. “What does it look like I’m doing? It’s a blanket fort!”

Taehyung steps closer, nodding. “I can see that.”

It doesn’t take long for you to finish setting it up before you’re grabbing pillows from the couch, throwing them inside the blanket fort. You’re way too good at this. Something tells Taehyung that you’ve made a lot of these as a child. You emerge from the fort to motion at him, beckoning him to join you. “Come on,” you insist.

Your boyfriend looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, when really, you’re just tipsy as hell. “____, shouldn’t we just go to bed? I mean, this is-”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.” 

Taehyung’s eyes widen as you stare back at him with hard eyes. “Alright,” he puts his hands up in surrender, painkillers in one and a makeup wipe in the other, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

The hard stare turns into a wide, content smile and Taehyung seriously thinks he’ll get a whiplash from how fast you can switch between facial expressions. You’re already inside the blanket fort when Taehyung stands in front of the opening to it. He squats down, looking inside. It did look insanely inviting and cozy in there. You pat the spot next to you on the blanket, still smiling. Taehyung sighs as he knows you won’t give up until he’s inside your blanket fort. You really don’t take no for an answer.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable,” Taehyung shakes his head before crawling inside the fort, plopping down beside you. You lay on your side facing him with a grin. “I haven’t been in a blanket fort since I was eight.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Then we must make blanket forts more often.”

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing xiii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 5, 635

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

a/n:

hello friends!!! here is the next update :D i hope you enjoy the read! it's been a v long week for me so it's nice to just unwind hehe. thank you for the support & love you all!!!!

“Are you going to just … stare at me?” Jungkook clears his throat as his eyes dart anywhere but forward. It was less uncomfortable that way.

The two people in front of him don’t flatter him with an immediate response, instead; they stare him down harder until Jungkook can quite literally feel the stare of their eyes burning a hole into his forehead. He nearly shrinks into his seat, but he manages to pull a somewhat neutral expression even if he was on the verge of a meltdown.

“Maybe.” Jimin retorts snappishly.

Jungkook knew Jimin would be the pettier one between the two, but again; it’s not unwarranted. So he sucks it up like a big boy and nods his head slowly in understanding.

However, Taehyung was a different situation. His blank face was already intimidating as it is and Jungkook’s known him ever since the two of them were in middle school. More often than not people mistook him for cold and disinterested, whereas he usually just got lost in his thoughts.

But it’s obvious when Taehyung doesn’t like someone. He doesn’t put up a front to pretend that things are dandy and that he vibes with you. No, Taehyung’s blank face returns and it’s tenfold. But Jungkook knew it wasn’t just that, that resulted in the permanent vacant expression etched onto his expression—it’s paired with the fact that Jungkook’s an idiot and this is his punishment.

Jungkook knows better that Taehyung isn’t the type to take things head-on (like Jimin), but rather allow people to ruminate in their thoughts as he stares you down with a gaze so intense that it feels like he’s unpacking every single stray thought that passes by your mind. Jungkook is aware, but he’s never had to be on the receiving end of it.

“Are we going to, uh, order?” Jungkook asks, hands gripping the menu tightly.

Taehyung still stares, and Jimin narrows his eyes at the younger boy.

“You know ____ hasn’t arrived yet, right?” His tone is accusatory and Jungkook feels himself pale.

“I didn’t mean—okay,” He sighs in defeat, “We’ll wait.”

Jimin eyes him carefully before opting to skim through the menu. Jungkook knows it’s a front to not have to engage with him since they’ve frequented the same diner more than enough times for the waiters and waitresses to know their orders by heart. It’s been a while since they came here, and Jungkook knows that he’s partly to blame.

It sucks, sitting here in silence when he remembers that the three of them, you aside—used to engage in stupid banter and talked about the most random things like college boys do. They were his best friends, Jungkook grew up with them and he distinctly remembers always getting into trouble with the two boys until their parents only sighed every time they saw them returning home with guilty expressions ridden on their faces.

Now the banter is replaced with tense silence, but it doesn’t feel like it’s over. Jungkook hopes, at least.

Before Jungkook can say something else, he feels someone slip into the empty seat next to him.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” Your voice is sweet and cheerful, and it’s nice to hear you like this again.

Jungkook looks up and sees you smiling at everyone, oblivious to the strained mood of the table before you came.

“Don’t apologise,” Taehyung says for the first time, offering you a small smile, “We were waiting for you, weren’t we?”

Jungkook stiffens, fully aware that it was directed to him. He wanted to lamely interject and say that it wasn’t what he meant, but he knew that Jimi would give him more shit for that anyway.

“You didn’t have to!” You exclaim.

Jungkook feels somewhat satisfied at the scowl that plagues Jimin’s expression, but it’s quickly covered with a beaming smile in your direction as he calls over a waiter.

“We know our orders, right?” Jimin asks.

You nod, smiling brightly; clearly excited to be here again.

And Jungkook feels nice, too. It’s nice being here, with the three of you—even if Jimin and Taehyung were still giving him the cold shoulder it was much better than pretending like everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.

“It’s nice to be back,” You smile to yourself after the four of you order, and Jungkook can only agree.

.

Maybe it wasn’t so nice, after all.

Because the entire time, Jimin and Taehyung were dead-set on making Jungkook feel the guilt of his actions tenfold when they pick apart at every word he offers into the conversation.

“Have we not been here for that long? Even the interiors changed a little.”

“I don’t know, Jungkook. Who’s fault is that?” Jimin says off-handedly, unbothered to even cast him a glance.

“Wait, really? There’s a forum coming up?”

“Didn’t we all know? _____ is the one who organised it.” Surprisingly, this came from Taehyung.

“I’m stuffed.”

“With bullshit—?”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!”

Your voice is loud enough to silence the entire table and even causes a few other patrons to turn their heads in the direction of your table.

Jimin is blinking at you with wide eyes, as Taehyung only gapes at the decibel of your voice that he’s never heard from you before. Jungkook only presses himself against his seat, and subtly inches away from you.

But you turn your head towards him and shoot him a glare so venomous that he stiffens in position.

“Don’t you dare shift away from me, Jeon.” You warn threateningly.

Jungkook swallows, too stunned to move.

Then, you turn to face the two unblinking men.

“And you two,” You narrow your eyes at them menacingly, “I told you that I’d deal with this on my own so why are you the ones holding grudges?”

Jimin opens his mouth to respond, but Taehyung is nudging him with his elbows to shut up.

“I expected better from you!” You cry, “What are you guys, five? Or is that how many brain cells you have combined?” You scowl. They’re still blinking at you when you continue to fume. “No. I’m pretty sure it’s less than that because at the rate you’re acting I’m beginning to think that this fork better conversational skills than the three of you.” You hold up your utensil for good measure and the boys can only blink at you.

The last part is directed to everyone, and Jungkook can only listen to you rant as he presses himself against his seat.

“I just wanted to hang out like usual.” You flutter your eyes shut in annoyance, “I asked for one day—one day!” You exclaim, “Just to be with you guys because we haven’t done that in forever. And you couldn’t push aside whatever hostility you have towards Jungkook for this?”

You sound so disappointed, and your voice subdues out into a whisper when you glance at the table. Jimin and Taehyung had the decency to look guilty and apologetic when they realise that you were actually serious about it. Because rarely have you ever blown up, if not—ever.

“_____, we’re sorry—” Jimin begins.

“Are you?” You snap irritatedly, “I told you that I didn’t want to make things complicated and here you guys are—doing exactly that. I resolved whatever I had to with Jungkook, and let’s not pretend like he was the only one at fault here. The two of you are opening a closed book and it’s unnecessary. I just wanted to hang out with you guys and laugh about our balding lecturers, is that so much to ask for?”

“I think—” Jungkook begins, feeling slightly more confident to speak up after you’ve somewhat defended him, but the way you snap your head to him to send him a blazing look shut him up immediately.

“And don’t think you’re off the hook either,” You seethe, “Jimin and Taehyung have every right to be mad but they don’t have the right to ruin the atmosphere of our hangout right now. That doesn’t change the fact that you messed up.”

Your words are sharp, and his eyes widen when you scold him. It oddly feels like the three men were being lectured by a parent, and it’s not far off because you’ve always been the level headed one amongst the four of you anyway.

“I’m sorry, ____.” Jimin offers apologetically, but your ears are flushed for obvious reasons before you mutter an excuse to head to the bathroom.

When you storm off, the three men stare at each other unblinking for a few seconds before Taehyung breaks the silence.

“Listen,” He sighs, “Clearly, Jimin and I are pissed.”

Jungkook’s eye twitches, that’s an understatement.

“But, we have a right to be—like she said,” Taehyung continues. Jungkook doesn’t argue there, “But we care about her as much as you do, and we don’t want her to feel any more disappointed than what she had to feel for the past month. So we’ll drop it.”

“Why are you speaking on behalf of the both of you because I’m pretty sure hyung is staring at me like I’ve murdered ten kittens,” Jungkook mumbles under his breath, off-put by Jimin’s unwavering glare.

“He’s not far off.” Jimin retorts, then he sighs, relaxing his features ever so slightly to look at Jungkook with an expression much softer than what he’s received so far. “I’m disappointed in you, and I probably will be for a very long time. But … you’re still my best friend, and even if I feel like knocking you into every available surface I’m willing to push that desire aside if it means we can make ____ happy.”

Jungkook blinks.

“I …” He croaks, “I’m sorry, to the both of you. I messed up and … I really regret it.”

Taehyung offers a small smile, “You don’t have to apologise to us. It’s ___—”

“Yeah, I know.” He clears his throat. “But the two of you are my friends too and you’ve done nothing but guide me even if I acted like it annoyed me most of the times; I really appreciated the things you told me, even if I blatantly went against it.”

Jimin purses his lips, staring hard at the boy.

“I want us to be okay too, as much as I patched things up with her; you guys are my best friends as well,” Jungkook says softly.

“If ____ forgives you then …” Jimin mutters, though Jungkook can tell it comes from a good place. “I guess I can work with that.”

It’s something, Jungkook thinks.

But then you’re still not back and the three men look at each other in worry.

“I’ll go get her,” Jungkook declares, but before he can push himself up—Taehyung is stopping him with a hand and a cock of his head.

“I’ll do it.”

And when he leaves to get you, Jungkook and Jimin are left in a mini stare off, the awkward atmosphere still tense enough. Not until Jimin gestures to his face.

“Your cheek …”

Jungkook sighs.

“You know there are people who need to pee too, right?” Taehyung hums outside the cubicle. He’s sure you’re in there because he spots your sneakers through the slit, and he’s lucky enough he can because he wasn’t sure how else he’d explain him leaning outside a stall while he talks to it.

You stay silent, dabbing at your eyes with the tissue you brought in. You feel a little stupid for crying about it but you hated the atmosphere out there. It was weird and awkward and the four of you never had moments like that. You always had things to talk about or even just to laugh at each other. The silence and glares were suffocating, and you couldn’t help but feel like it was all your fault.

“I’m going to piss on the floor if you don’t open the door.” Taehyung threatens in a bored tone.

You sniff, loud enough for him to hear as you roll your eyes at his ultimatum.

“Don’t think I won’t do it, _____.” He warns, and you hear fabric rustling that has your eyes widening.

“Don’t pee on the damn floor!” You hiss.

“Then open the door.” Taehyung retorts smartly.

You scowl, glancing into the mirror one last time to ensure that your eyes weren’t as red as you hoped they to be. It comes to no avail because your eyes are puffy enough to tell him that you’ve been crying, and you knew that you couldn’t lie your way through it.

“I’m giving you five more seconds,” He calls, “Five … four … three … two—I’m about to piss—!”

You unlock the door and pull it open, and greet Taehyung with a vehement glare of your own as he smiles down at you, but only for a bit until he notices the puffiness of your eyes and the pout of your lips.

“You know it’s kind of depressing if you lock yourself up in the cubicle of a diner to cry.” He says softly, arms reaching out to bring you into an embrace.

You don’t fight him, even if you don’t make an effort to hug him back. You were sulking.

“Well that’s what happens when your best friends are acting like assholes.” You snap back in a sniffle.

He sighs, patting your head gently as he forces your arm around his waist; shooting you a stern glare that you roll your eyes at.

“You know we’re looking out for you.” He chides gently, and you feel very much like a petulant child when you huff at his response.

“I just wanted to hang out with you guys without things being weird.” You mumble against his chest.

“I know.” He hums.

“But you had to make it weird.” You complain. “What are you? A social justice warrior? I told you I could deal with it on my own.”

Taehyung chuckles, squeezing you a little tighter as you scowl into his shirt. You knew you were being a little dramatic but you didn’t want the dynamics of the group to shift just because of the situation you got yourself in with Jungkook. Even if you were in love with him and he was … in love with you. Your friendship with the three of them meant the absolute world to you.

“I’m sorry,” He apologises, pulling away slightly to look at you with sincere eyes.

You look away and sulk.

He sighs, knowing that it would be much harder to get you to feel better than just an apology.

“Look, I’ll lay it off and I’ll make sure Jimin doesn’t overstep either. Promise.” He offers with a smile.

You look at him with tentative eyes as you raise a brow at him.

“Isn’t Jimin with Kook right now?”

Taehyung opens his mouths, then closes, before he wraps an arm around your shoulder to tug you closer into his grasp.

“After this. I make no promises that Jimin hasn’t caused bodily harm on Jungkook in the meantime.” He says.

You snort, picturing Jungkook cowering or at least avoiding Jimin’s eyes now that they were alone. You knew that the bruise on Jungkook’s cheek was Jimin’s doing, and while you already talked his ear off for that, you appreciated the gesture. Even if it did look like it hurt like a bitch.

“I just want things to go back to normal.” You mumble, fiddling with your thumbs.

Taehyung nods his head and sighs.

“It will. We’re okay. You’re okay. We’ll be okay.” He comforts you with a soothing tone.

You nibble on your lips, “I guess …”

Taehyung stops in his tracks as he was about to bring you back out when you mumble those words so softly he nearly misses them.

“You guess …? Is there something—?”

“I just,” You sigh, “Jungkook and I spoke and we … cleared things up. But it’s still … it still sucks.” You finish lamely.

Taehyung gives you a sad smile before turning you around so that he can grab onto your shoulders.

“What he said doesn’t define you. And I know for a fact that he’s beating himself up over it. It sucks because he’s your best friend and he was the one that said those things to you. But none of that is true because you’re the most interesting, smart and best girl I know.” He smiles at you, even when you flush and look away.

“Stop …” You whine, avoiding his gaze and you hear him chuckle.

“Jungkook’s dumb. He’s our friend, but he’s dumb.” Taehyung snickers.

You roll your eyes but a smile teases the corner of your lips.

“It’s not just that …” You mumble softly, pink dusting your cheeks. “I told him that I was in love with him.”

At this, Taehyung quite literally chokes on his breath.

“You—what?!”

You scowl, “God, you don’t have to be so loud.” You thwack his chest and even as he winces he still has a stupefied expression on his face.

“You … love … what?” He blinks, “What the hell did I miss? Does anyone else know? When did this happen?”

You huff, “Look, that isn’t … important. Not now, at least. I told him that I needed time to sort things out myself and … yeah.” You murmur softly.

You know Taehyung wants to press further, but he doesn’t do that because your demeanour says to drop it. He sighs, pulling you into his embrace once more before he gives you an easy smile.

“Take all the time you need, okay?” He reassures you softly, and somehow it does feel a little better.

“Were the extra ten laps really necessary?” Jungkook pants, hands falling onto his knees just as he completes the last God forsaken round.

“I don’t know. Were they?” Namjoon hums, opting to skim over Jungkook’s hunched figure with a shrug.

“You’re holding a grudge on me,” Jungkook says in a tone of disbelief.

Namjoon shoots the younger boy an unimpressed look.

“Am I?” He returns, and Jungkook already feels the incoming headache approaching.

“Look, I get Jimin and Tae because the two would literally die for her … but you?” Jungkook exasperates.

Namjoon sighs, clicking the pen in his grasp before shoving it into his back pockets. By no means was Namjoon unnecessarily intimidating, because besides the fact that he towered over most people and frequented the gym as his second home; he was a decent guy and great company.

That, and he never imposed his authority as the captain of the football team onto any of the footballers, or his peers, which made him all the more approachable and likeable. Jungkook had nothing against him, but after finding out that he too had feelings for you; he’s bound to view the older boy differently.

“Jungkook, I already told you—you’re my friend and I like you.” He deadpans, “But you’re also an idiot so you’ll pay for being one. It’s really that simple.”

Jungkook narrows his eyes, “And this has nothing to do with your feelings for her?”

Namjoon snorts, waving him off as the rest of the footballers come pooling out of the changing rooms.

“I think you’re projecting a little,” He snickers and ignores the look of disbelief that covers Jungkook’s face when the footballers start gathering around the two.

“He made you run an extra lap?” Jimin snickers.

Namjoon hears this and smiles, “Ten.” He corrects.

Taehyung lets out a low whistle before patting his sullen-looking younger friend on the back while he scowls. Jungkook couldn’t say anything because he’s aware enough to know that his mouth was the one thing that got him into most of the trouble he’s ever got himself into. So he swallows his pride and wipes his sweat, even pretends to smile tightly at Jeonghan when he asks why.

The practice is brutal, well; for Jungkook at least.

Jungkook knew that Namjoon was a strict but reasonable person by nature; and to a certain extent, petty. The only reason he knew was because of his feelings for you and that irked him. But he didn’t know how far Namjoon was willing to go just to prove a point, to you or to Jungkook; he wasn’t quite sure.

But Jungkook’s pride gets the better of him when he waves off concerned stares from the rest of his members. Even Jimin looked mildly worried when Jungkook was required to do an extra circuit or two just because his form looked ‘off’.

Jungkook’s form hadn’t looked off since high school.

And that’s how you find him, splayed out on the ground as he pants for air and stares up at the sky as if he was waiting for God to pick him up.

“Why are you on the ground?” He hears you before he sees you.

And when he opens his eyes, it’s like he’s seeing an angel. He’s half-convinced that he’s died and gone to heaven because your confused face is peering down at him from above.

“I think I’m dead.” He wheezes.

You roll your eyes, immediately squatting next to him before you shuffle through your bag to take something out.

Jungkook can’t even be bothered to ask what it was, but only when you press the object against his forehead and he feels the cool touch of a cold bottle; he ironically melts into the feeling.

“Here.” You thrust the bottle to him.

“God I lo—” Jungkook’s out of it, but not that out of it to let it slip.

You seem to notice, and your ears flush at the near slip-up. Jungkook clears his throat before attempting to sit up, head spinning at the suddenness of his actions.

“Thank you,” He rectifies his mistake immediately, offering you a meek smile.

The sheepish smile you return him with is enough. And he misses you even if you’re right in front of him; because things had been off for so long and having you back … even if you weren’t his, felt better than ever.

But Jungkook’s never pined for anyone else besides you, and it’s tiring. Yet, when you smile at him it feels like it’s worth it.

“Are you checking up on the corpse?” A voice interrupts Jungkook’s dazed expression when he stares at you for a second too long.

He turns his head and sees the cause of the numbness in his legs.

Namjoon is all smiles when he jogs over, Jimin and Taehyung following closely behind as they snicker at the interaction.

“You didn’t have to be so mean.” You pout up at the taller man, standing up as you only reach the height of his shoulders. It would’ve been cute to Jungkook if Namjoon didn’t look so taken with you.

“Someone’s gotta take care of things for you,” He jokes, ruffling your hair.

Things have been going better enough for people to poke fun at Jungkook, and even if he flushes at any mention of what happened—he knows that he’s got to deal with the consequences.

He didn’t know that the extra touchiness from Namjoon’s end was one of them.

“Never thought I’d see the day the great Jeon fall.” Jimin snorts.

You raise an eyebrow.

“What?” He shrugs, “He’s always telling us hyungs that he could one-up all of us with his eyes closed.”

Taehyung nods while Namjoon only chuckles at the statement.

“Not saying that you deserve it but you deserve it, man.” Taehyung laments.

Jungkook scowls from where he sits on the grass, but you’re nice as always when you reach a hand out for him to grab.

He stares at it, struck again by your kindness. And when he looks up the evening sunset flares behind you and you looked like a painting in a museum.

“Wow.” Jungkook blurts.

He didn’t mean to, and everyone caught on his stupefied expression.

“All right,” Namjoon rolls his eyes, tugging Jungkook up himself as the younger boy scowls at the moment being ruined. “Up, loverboy.”

You huff, turning on your heels to hide the way your cheeks had turned red when you noticed Jungkook’s gaze lingering longer than it should.

Taehyung and Jimin shoot each other a look, one that goes missing from you and the two other men. In fact, Jungkook shoots Namjoon a glare that he blissfully ignores in spite of trailing behind you, taking advantage of the fact that Jungkook’s legs are too wobbly to catch up.

“What the—?”

“Hurry up, Jeon. Yena’s waiting and you know how she gets when people are late!” Namjoon calls over his shoulder, before offering you a dimpled grin and grabbing your bag to alleviate the strain on your shoulder.

Jungkook knows that things are better and he’s damn grateful he’s able to be around you without watching over his words anymore. But the childish and immature side of him turns green when he sees the shy smile you return Namjoon.

He knows, that you feel the same way. But somehow his mind overthinks it and asks: what if?

“You look constipated,” Taehyung mumbles off-handedly, clasping a hand to his back when Jungkook stays rooted in position.

“Deserved,” Jimin says.

Jungkook scowls, dejectedly following close by as the five of you walk out of the field.

“That was absolutely uncomfortable.” Yena declares the moment she steps foot into your apartment.

You scowl.

“It wasn’t that bad …” You mumble.

Yena flops herself onto your couch and raises an eyebrow as if to say really.

“Listen I know you and Jeon exchanged vows and a dowry the other day but Namjoon is definitely a close contender. I swear I saw him whipping out a pen mid-meal to write you a love poem.”

You groan, flopping face forward as you stuff your scream into your cushion.

“Why me?” You cry.

You can feel Yena rolling her eyes behind you.

“Oh boo-hoo, your life is so hard. Two hot beefy men are in love with you, wow—things must be so difficult. Would you like a free pass in a therapy session?” She mocks pouts at you when you lift your head to glare up at her.

“They are not …” You remember what Jungkook said and you clear your throat, “… Namjoon isn’t …”

Yena scoffs.

“Well he’s definitely breaking ten different traffic laws to get there.” She retorts.

You slump back into your couch as you stare up at the ceiling.

“I thought things would get better.”

Yena shuffles until she’s settled comfortably next to you, “Are things … not?” She asks carefully.

You sigh, fiddling with the edge of your cushion.

“They are, don’t get me wrong.” You say softly, “It’s just that … I know Joon has feelings for me, and I know … I mean Jungkook is Jungkook,” You explain lamely and Yena awaits your continuation patiently. “I’m not stupid. I’m pretty sure they’re both aware of their feelings, and Jimin and Taehyung are just the bystanders witnessing shit hit the fan. And I’m … well, I’m there.”

“You mean you’re the main character.” She interjects.

You scowl, chucking the cushion at her as she dodges with a cackle.

“Things are better but they’re still weird.” You mumble.

Yena sighs, nodding understandingly as she pats your head softly.

“But you said you needed time, right? To figure things out on your own?” She asks.

You nod your head.

“Yeah,” You breathe, “I do. I mean, I know what I feel and I’ve felt this way for a long time. The only person I’ve ever … loved … is Jungkook. But I don’t know if that’s a byproduct of proximity and familiarity or because he was the only person that I’ve ever … you know.” You gesture your hands ambiguously but Yena gets the point.

“I understand.” She nods, “But things won’t be easy, not at first at least. It’s weird, I know. Going from your best friend to a potential lover, a stranger to a man who’s willing to put his star quarterback on the line and two best friends who are well—they’ve always been overbearing but they’re there.” She ends with a roll of her eyes.

Your face crumbles, “Why are things so complicated?” You cry, leaning onto her shoulder as she sighs and rubs a finger over your shoulder.

“You’ve got all the time in the world. You don’t owe anyone anything, remember that okay?” She hums softly.

“Just because you stare at them long enough doesn’t mean you suddenly get telepathic abilities.” Jimin snorts.

It’s been fifteen minutes since Jungkook’s stepped into the library, courtesy of Jimin who wanted to study for an upcoming test with him. It’s a step towards mending their friendship, and Jungkook is immensely grateful; so he didn’t think twice before responding to Jimin that he’d be their stat.

But he remembers that Jimin is cunning, not maliciously, but very impertinently. He was smart and sly all at once, and while he didn’t explicitly state anything—the timing seemed all too perfect for it to be purely a coincidence.

“Not staring,” Jungkook mutters.

Yet, his eyes remain trained on your figure.

Jungkook’s always had issues with envy, ever since he was younger. If someone made the cut before he did, he’d internally curse them out in his head and work ten times as hard out of spite. It’s somewhat toxic, but it allowed him to outdo himself every single time he felt that familiar green eyes emotion. He’s also no stranger to jealousy, and he’s remembered feeling the very same feeling he’s feeling now multiple times throughout his life, all for similar reasons.

You.

It wasn’t just because you were great at everything you did, excelling in your academics and extra-curricular, making students and superiors around you impressed with your work ethic. You were never ordinary; in fact, all you did in your life was outdo yourself in every single aspect and Jungkook always admired and envied that. It always made him feel like you were in two different worlds, where Jungkook had to work twice as hard compared to anyone else to achieve peak efficiency while you seemed to breeze by the things that you did.

Even when the two of you were in high school, he’d always fantasise what it would be like to be with you, to kiss you and to hold your hand or call you his. But he’s never thought you’d ever see him that way because all you’ve ever alluded to was him being nothing but a friend, a younger boy who had the stars in his eyes. If only you knew that it was a reflection of your face.

And the feeling is all too familiar, even when he first came to college and remembered seeing you interact with different guys that all seemed like they were taken with you. How could they not be? You were soft, sweet, kind and understanding—never the type to impose yourself or make others feel uncomfortable. You were a perfect combination of soft and relentless, the mixture of your best qualities and it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t the only person who saw that.

And he knew, he knew that you’d never lie to him, explicitly at least, or about things that mattered. So he doesn’t count your feelings, but it’s frustrating to have you right there but not at all. Especially when he recognises the look on Namjoon’s face intimately when he looks at you, bodies pressed adjacently in a booth in the library.

“You knew, didn’t you?” Jungkook scowls.

Jimin blinks innocently at his friend before a cheeky smile appears on his face, his hands pausing in between the sheets of his textbook.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He feigns innocence.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, further slumping in his chair before he forces himself to tear his wandering eyes away from you.

“What a way to rekindle a friendship …” He mutters dryly.

Jimin stares at Jungkook pointedly, “Hey, the library is open to all students. Don’t go pointing fingers at me.”

“Jimin, I literally suggested we head to an overnight cafe and you said if I wanted to fix us then I had to listen to you,” Jungkook says dryly, “And I quote—or else.”

“Okay, maybe I may have been projecting a little—”

“Jimin …” He groans.

“But look, it’s not the end of the world so don’t go ahead and get your panties in a twist, all right?” Jimin snorts, “Just 'cause she’s over there with Mr Beefy doesn’t mean you’re out of the race. Let’s just say you’re sporting a broken foot.”

Jungkook only responds with a bland look.

“That doesn’t—”

“—and a dislocated knee. Maybe a torn hamstring?” Jimin ponders like the details actually mattered. “Yeah, a pulled hamstring. A torn ACL too for a kick. And you know who’s fault all of that was?”

Jungkook sighs, “Yes, Jimin, I know. It’s me—”

“No. It’s me. Because I’m planning on dragging this out as far as I can even if you and she made amends. You fucked with someone I cared about and this is how I hold you accountable. I’m going to draw out every lone interaction she shares with Joon and make you watch it like the porn you consume in an unhealthy amount. I’ll make it so that all you’ll see when you close your eyes is the way hyung looks at her and how you can’t do anything but watch.”

Jimin says all of that in one go and with an unblinking stare. If Jimin was looking for a reaction, he definitely got one because Jungkook is gawking at him with a disturbed expression at how utterly menacing he looks.

“You’re fucking terrifying,” He exhales.

“And you’re a little shit,” Jimin returns with a huff. His eyes dart behind Jungkook for a second before his smile is expression is replaced with an evil grin, “Oh, look at that. He’s brushing her hair back—how cute.” He coos.

Jungkook groans, sinking into his chair when Jimin snickers.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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🅁🄴🅀🅄🄴🅂🅃: (ANON) hi! can you do a bucky x reader where they’re at a gala and the team has a mini after party (like AoU) and they’re playing cards against humanity or something dumb like that and bucky can’t keep his hands off of Y/n? maybe a lil smut if you’re up for it hehe. you’re the best !

🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶🅂: Smut 18+ (duh lol), Bathroom sex, horny Bucky, slight dacryphilia, Cw: light asphyxiation (in case anyone gets triggered here’s a small content warning) 

🄰🅄🅃🄷🄾🅁'🅂 🄽🄾🅃🄴: dude I looove this omgg thanks for the request babes ;)

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“Alright, alright! Settle down, guys,” Nat shouted over the laughter.

“Ok next card. ‘Blank’: kid-tested, mother-approved,” she read off a black card.

“Which one, babe?” You and Bucky were a team; you sat on his lap insisted by the man himself.

“That one,” he pointed to the card you also had your eye on. You placed in the pile face down and waited for the other who snickered and giggled under their breaths believing they had the funniest card.

“Ok ready?”

“Whoo!” everyone cheered.

“Ok, we have Dead parents: kid-tested, mother-approved; oh my god,” Nat laughed, as did others.

“This groovy new thing called LSD: kid-tested, mother-approved,” everyone laughed out loud with that one.

“A snapping turtle biting the tip of your penis: kid-tested, mother-approved!” 

“Water: kid-tested, mother-approved.” 

“That one’s boring!” Sam shouted.

“Hey, be nice; that might be Steve’s. He still doesn’t understand the game,” you joked, making Steve rolling his eyes; it was in fact his card.

“And lastly, My inner demons: kid-tested, mother-approved, I just know this one’s Tony’s,” Nat read off the last card, making Tony get really defensive because it was his. 

“Hmm, this is a good one,” she thought. 

“I think I’m gonna go with the LSD,” Nat said, making you and Bucky cheer.

“Awe man, you guys are good,” Sam threw his cards. 

“Alright! I’m dealing now,” you said grabbing the deck of white cards. While you distributed the white cards again to the rest of the players, Bucky couldn’t keep his hands off you. Having you sit on his lap let him get away with a lot of things you two should be doing in private.

Ever since you two had gotten together, he was absolutely addicted to you. He wasn’t a sex addict, especially before your relationship; he hardly ever gotten intamite before. But with you he needed you in some way almost everyday. he addicted to you.

When you two had sex for the first time, Bucky couldn’t stop cuddling you afterwards. You tried to shower and Bucky followed you in and washed your body for you. You went to put some clothes but he just pulled you in bed, kissing your neck with arms wrapped around you tightly. 

Since then he practically couldn’t keep his hands off you. This had been the most sexually active you’d ever been in a relationship. And you didn’t mind too much if you were being honest. He was insatiable and you were more than willing to feed his desperate appetite; it made you feel desired.

“Get a room you two,” Tony mocked.

“I would if my girl didn’t keep insisting on playing with you buffoons,” Bucky growled.

“Baby, be nice,” you warned. 

You pulled a black card and hesitantly everyone put a white card in a pile for you to read. These particular answers got really dark and really funny to the point where you were squirming in Bucky’s lap but he too was laughing so hard.

“Oh my god! You guys I have pee,” you squealed.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you jumped from Bucky’s lap.

You made your way to the guest bathroom since it was the closest. When you finished washing your hands but in between that you heard the door open ever so quietly, but your instincts alerted you. 

You turned to the small halfway that led into the stall and waited for what could possibly be Wanda or Nat. You waited longer than you’d accept and ultimately turned back the mirror immediately startled by a large figure standing beside you. 

“Bucky!” you shrieked.

“Sorry, doll,” he gave you a toothy grin. 

“What are you doing in the ladies’ room?” you turned to face him fully.

“Got a couple minutes? They won’t suspect a thing,” bucky leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Are you serious?” you laughed.

“Come on, baby. Please,” BUcky’s hips pressed into yours and you could feel his hard cock poking through his pants. 

“Bucky, you’re addicted.”

“With an ass like that, how can resist. You’re perfect,” Bucky said cheekily.

He held your jaw and kissed you quite messily, urgency not forgotten. Your hands snaked up to curl into his long beautiful locks. He spun you around and your hands hit the mirror in front of you. 

Your hips dug into the marble counter of the bathroom as Bucky’s hands trailed up and under your shirt; rubbing your bare skin. He quickly unzipped his pants pulling and stroking his cock.

“Can’t fucking stay away from you, babygirl,” Bucky moaned in your ear. 

He pulled your pants down along with your panties and used his metal fingers to rub against your pussy, moving around the wetness that is coming out of you quickly. 

“Bucky please,” you whined.

“What baby? What is it?” he cooed.

“Bucky, fuck me,” you whimpered, moving your hips back to grind against his cock.

“You got it, my love,” he whispered.

 Bucky thrusted hard into you making your body repel forward. You were sure there’d be bruises from the hard marble table digging into your hips. You looked in the mirror to see Bucky’s stern expression as he thrusted in and out of you relentlessly.

You tried to moan quietly but the pleasure building up inside was getting overwhelming. Bucky moved his arm to cover your mouth and pulled against his chest.

Your breathing became heavy, going in and out through your nose sharply trying to keep your moans muffled behind Bucky’s hand. Bucky kept his eye trained on you still bucking his hips repeatedly. 

“Fuck, doll. You always feel so warm wrapped around my cock. I can never get enough of this perfect little pussy; squeezing me all tight and shit, god, I’m gonna cum,” Bucky moaned.

With your mouth covered, all you could do was whimper and moan as best as you could. Your eyes filled with tears of pleasure and spilled down your face beautifully. Bucky almost came from the sight of you crying in pleasure alone; but he kept his composure, not for long of course.

“You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing me,” Bucky slid his hand down your front to rub your clit and your entire body jerked against him, making Bucky chuckled mockingly. 

You orgasmed violently against Bucky and he too reached his climax biting your shoulder to muffle his own loud moans and grunts. You leaned forward to catch yourself after Bucky released his firm hold on you.

“Fuck that was hot. Seeing you cry like that. Did I hurt you?” Bucky asked gently, helping you clean up. 

“No that was awesome!” you giggled. 

“What if someone came in?” you said once you felt decent.

“Just adds to the fun,” Bucky smirked.

“You’re crazy,” you pushed him lightly. 

You two went back to the group hearing laughter from still playing the insanely hilarious card game.

“Finally you two! What’s the point in calling it a quickie if you guys are gonna take twenty minutes,” Nat mocked.

“Was it really that long?” you asked, shocked; no shame in trying to pretend like you both leaving after Bucky’s hands were all over was a ‘coincident’.

“Yeah kinda,” Tony spoke up.

“Damn, we’ll have to practice,” Bucky smacked your ass, making you roll your eyes.

“Damn, Buck you’re addicted to her,” Nat chuckled.

“Of course I am, look at her,” Bucky flaunted you, making you feel slightly shy under the attention. 

“Come on guys let’s keep playing!” Wanda shouted, clearly tipsy.

You sat down next to Nat and Bucky sat at your side still holding your waist lovingly.

“You know,” Nat whispered to you, “As much of a sex addict you turned him into, he’s so in love with you. Head over his fucking heels, babe.”

“I know, and I love him too,” you smiled looking at Bucky.

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Title: Potty Mouth

Pairings: Levi x fem! Reader

Summary: (Just Guess how this would go LOL)

Warnings: 18+ language

Word Count: 1000+

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“Woah Levi! I can smell you from where I stood! You're risking it all now, are you?” Hanji teased as she saw Levi came out of his room all dressed up, he's not wearing his uniform but he's all fancy.

“Where is she?” Levi asked as he fixed his collar anxiously, Hanji laughed out loud and tapped his shoulder lightly, “With her brother, Erwin is probably telling her to pass some papers to Pixis, she'll be leaving soon. Better take your chances, Levi." After that, Hanji left Levi alone, she knew she had to give him time to prepare himself today.

Levi's chest was pounding as he made his way to Erwin's office, he's silently praying that she's still in Erwin's office because if she's already gone then everything that he prepared for a week would all be wasted.

When he knocked at Erwin's office he straightened his posture and he stood so stiff to the point that he looked awkward as he stare at the wooden door.

“Oh, it's just Captain Levi. Come on in, Cap.” You smiled as you saw the Captain outside but your mouth gaped open when your eyes settled in the clothes that he's wearing, he's not wearing his usual casual clothes, did he buy these new clothes or this is just the first time you've seen him wear these?

When you realized that you've been staring at him for so long you blinked twice and opened the door wide enough to let him in, “Do you have something to say to Erwin?” you whispered as you glanced at your brother whose back was facing you and Levi.

After closing the door you gestured Levi to sit across from you, “Erwin, Captain Levi is here.” you spoke, trying to get your brothers attention, Erwin has been spacing out a lot these days it may be because of what's happening but you gotta help your brother keep his sanity.

“Oh Levi, what brought you here?”

“About this...mission.” Levi meaningfully looked at Erwin as he licked his lower lip, his commander is the first one to know of his feelings for you, at first Levi was scared of what Erwin would think but Erwin was not surprise at all when Levi admitted that he has feelings for you, Erwin even laughed and told him that he already knew and ever since that day Erwin was generous enough to purposely let you and Levi work together.

“You gave him a mission?” you asked your brother and Erwin grinned at you as he hummed while tapping he fingers in his table, “Captain Levi started this mission by himself, I'm just helping out because he's having a hard time.” there was something off with his tone yet you chose to ignore it, instead you stood up and looked at Levi.

“Seems like the two of you are gonna have a long talk, I must go to Mr. Pixis now.”

“You don't have to lady Smith, your brother himself summoned me. Oh Captain Levi, you're looking good, finally going for it?” Pixis suddenly entered the room with a grin as he looked at Levi.

Levi shifted on his seat uncomfortably, hating how everyone's teasing him right now, this made the whole situation much worse, he's embarrassed and his mind is blank! “Can I take your seat lady Smith? Just seat beside the Captain, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't mind.” Pixis told you, his cheeks are crimson red, the old man is drunk again.

You sat down beside Levi and you felt yourself shiver when your knees met.

“We're actually fixing schedules for trainings again, do you have any suggestions?” your brother asked.

“I'd have to take your sister with me Erwin. Her skills would be useful in teaching new recruits.”

Erwin tried his best not to laugh at Levi, his ears are getting red while you are oblivious of everything happening. Pixis crossed his arms over his chest as he observes the two of you, he thinks that you and Levi are an interesting pair, he's wondering how the two of you would work as a couple.

“Would you mind that?”

“Not really, I'd be glad to be in Captain's service.”

“I'm glad too.” Levi said as he tried acting cool, Erwin internally shook his head, this whole thing is ridiculous. Levi is so bad at flirting, he couldn't even say anything and that was when an idea popped into his mind.

“Sunny.” Erwin calls you using your nickname, and your eyes immediately shot up, your brother has a devious smirk when he looked at you and you'd be glad to punch him in his perfect teeth.

He knew about you having crush on the Captain, he was at first professional all about it but lately He's been teasing you a lot and you hated him for that.

“Captain Levi looks good today right? I wonder what's gotten into him, he's all dressed up, he even showered his new perfume.” you narrowed your eyes at Erwin as you cross your legs, your gaze landed at Levi then, you looked at his whole before looking back at your brother with a smirk, if this is how your brother would plan to humiliate you in front of your crush you better turn the tables.

“He always look good but heck yeah, he looks better today but—”

“But what?” Levi immediately questioned, curious of what's going on in your head. Did he mess up? Did he did his haircut badly? No that's impossible he already perfected the art of cutting his own hair what went wrong with his get up today?

“I prefer your old perfume, Captain.”

Levi frowned while his adams apple bobbed up and down as he look at your eyes, he could hear his own heart go beat crazy fast while you look at him. “I wear no perfume, this is my first time to use one.” you almost choke in your own saliva while your eyes widened.

Goddamn all this time that scent you've been searching for doesn't exist because it was Levi's natural scent?!

You loved his scent so much that you spent some of your days looking for perfumes that would smell like him, creepy yes but can anyone blame you?

“Oh my bad, I gotta go Captain, Sir Pixis and brother mine. I have stuffs to do.”

You stood up as you flipped your hair over your shoulder but Pixis called you before you could even leave the room.

“How good looking Captain Levi is?”

You eyed the old man with suspicion, Pixis has been teasing you too about the Captain but you highly doubt that Erwin told him about you crushing on Levi but if he did, then Erwin is the shittiest brother ever.

“Do you guys want me to be honest or...”

“BE HONEST.” the three men answered.

You pursed your lips together and playfully looked at Levi, you're gonna make sure your brother would be the one who's embarassed and not you. He might scold you later but seeing his face once you do it would be fucking beautiful. “Can you stand up for me, Captain?” Levi immediately complied but his hands were secretly shaking that's why he stuffed them inside his pockets.

You walked towards Levi and let your fingers played with his collar as you tilt your head side by side as if inspecting his face, those gray eyes would be the death of you and that jawline could cut your fingers once you run them on it but you won't mind.

“Captain Levi looks so good, Id let him tie me up on his bed, he looks so damn good I'd drop on my knees and I'd gladly let him ruin any other man for me. Is that enough for you guys to hear?”

Erwin's jaw literally dropped on the floor when you suddenly grabbed Levi by his collar just to press your lips on his.

“Yummy.” you whispered teasingly.

When you let Levi go, he immediately felt his knees weakened while you made your way towards the door.

“SUNNY! OUR MOTHER DID NOT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS!” Erwin yelled.

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Afraid // JJ Maybank

five - but what if?

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: bad language (don’t swear kids), mention of drowning, mention of death, nightmares, mention of guns, mention of fight, did I miss something.

Description: after his reckless actions at the party, JJ is unable to sleep but he isn’t the only one still awake.

A/n : I don’t want to make this longer than it already is, I think I’ve talked enough lol. If for some reason you want to know why I’ve been gone for so long I’ve written a post regarding it. Sorry again for not posting in so long. If you want to chat, feel free to reach out. I’m friendly. :) please kindly tell me if I’ve made some mistakes, I’ve reread this like a hundred times but its possible some mistakes slipped.

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JJ Maybank was 14 years old when he first realized that he had feelings for one of his best friends. The thing is he didn’t know what the hell those feelings were. He had always thought that y/n was really pretty and he considered her to be one of her closest friends and that was it. Friends- that’s what they were.

But after years of friendship and wild adventures and basically hanging out 24/7, something felt different. And boy, did that scare him.

JJ was not the kind of person to be really in touch with his emotions. Being abandoned by his own mother and living with an abusive alcoholic father didn’t really help either. If anything, his past traumas only made him more disconnected from his emotions and feelings.

He might’ve been hot headed and impulsive but that didn’t stop him from feeling things, often even too deeply. The issue was naming the emotions he was feeling. He didn’t know what he was feeling like half of the time. So when it came to y/n, his feelings for her were so intense and unknown. He had never felt this way for anyone before. He was so confused.

Being around her felt weirdly homely and yet, he never really had a real home to come to. For him, it was only a house. It was a building with things he wasn’t really attached to and a man he couldn’t really call a father, despite DNA saying otherwise. Being with her felt warm and golden and it was like a drug he couldn’t say no to. He was constantly looking for ways to feel this specific way. It was euphoric. But he only felt this way when he was around her. And it felt like home.

She was the home he wanted to come to every freaking night. And he wanted to dance with her and have night long discussion and caress her cheeks tenderly. He wanted to kiss her more than anything else, his lips on hers staying that way until one of them needed to take a breath - oh what heavenly feeling that must be. He wanted to proclaim his feelings to the entire island - the entire world even.

Only he couldn’t. There was this rule, and he couldn’t break it. Usually, he wasn’t the kind of person to let rules determine what he should and shouldn’t do. But it was the pogue rules, he couldn’t break them. He couldn’t do that to his friends, regardless of his own feelings.

Love. That’s what his feelings were. It took him some time to realize it, but yeah, it was love. He was certain of it (which was rare for JJ). A first love, innocent, deep and one sided. At least that’s what he thought. How could she love him? How could anyone love him when even his own father didn’t? Who would want him?

Now, JJ had messed, big time.

He was sitting beneath a tree, at the edge of the yard whims the château, a few feet away from where the water started. His gaze was turned towards the sunrise though he wasn’t really looking at the magnificent show of colours that nature was offering him. He was thinking or more like regretting.

He kept replaying the event that had happened just a few hours ago on the boneyard again and again in his mind. The arrogance on John B’s face while he taunted the kooks, the empty, psychotic look on Topper’s face while he was holding J.B’s head underwater, his own hand holding the gun against Topper’s head. It felt so powerful at the moment and yet in retrospect he felt so stupid. What would he have done if something had actually happened, if someone had gotten hurt because of him?

In the spur of the moment, he hadn’t thought about it really much. How crazy it actually was. He saw his friend in a situation where he could actually die and only thought about helping him. He had this thing with him that could help save him, an object that take could take someone’s life in the matter of seconds. So he used it at his advantage. He had only wanted to help, but at what cost.

He kept picturing the expression on y/n’s face when he got the gun out. It wasn’t anger, no it was much worse, she was terrified. She had actually been scared of him. How could he ever make up for that. How he could he ever admit what he was feeling for her after he had brought her such terror. He had ruined everything.

What if she never forgot that moment? What if she never forgave him?

A branch cracked somewhere in the distance, and JJ turned to face whoever, or whatever, was lurking in the dark. He was blinded by the bright artificial light of a flashlight. “JJ?” A voice spoke and the blond immediately recognized it. Y/n.

“Can you please turn it off, I don’t think it’s necessary,” he responded, motioning to the clarity that brought the sunrise. It was light enough for them to fully see one another.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, “-she sat down beside him- “Couldn’t sleep?” JJ stared at her for a moment before taking his eyes away.

“Yeah, you could say that. What about you? John B snoring too loud?” Y/n gave a small laugh.

“Um, no, not this time.” Her smile went down. “I had a nightmare.” JJ’s brows furrowed.

“Not about um, not about tonight right?” He asked, guilt hidden in the tremors of his voice.

Images of the past night filled y/n’s mind. Her brother being held under water, JJ pulling the gun out, the loud echoing sound of the firearm as it shot in the air. She could still hear it ringing slightly in her ears.

A small moment went by before she finally shook her head in denial, earning a small sigh of relief from the blond (at least that wasn’t his fault, he already felt guilty for so many things). “No, uh, no it wasn’t that,” she said, her voice barely audible.

JJ stared at her face in the golden light of this early morning. He noticed the blank stare in her eyes and frowned. Nightmares, although worrying for most people, were pretty common for y/n. JJ of course knew this, yet something felt odd.

He rested his hand on the small part of her back between her shoulder blades. “Do you want to talk about it?” She turned her head to meet his eyes, the feeling of his skin, warm and soft against hers sending small tingles at the base of her neck.

She didn’t want to bother him with her problems, she knew how horrible his home life was compared to what she was living. She didn’t want to remind him of this not make him feel bad about her small problems when he was facing such violence on a daily basis. Still, she knew JJ and talking about his dad was the last thing he wanted to do. And his eyes, his beautiful ocean blue eyes, it’s like they could see through her. How could she lie to him?

“I, uh I-I-“ his hand went to her shoulder and he squeezed it reassuringly. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.” Y/n felt her cheeks burning (hopefully he didn’t notice it). She took a moment to breathe in deeply the fresh air, calming herself slightly before putting her hand on his.

“No, I-I want to. I think it’ll help, in a way.” JJ cracked a sweet smile. “Alright then.”

“I keep having this one dream about my dad and I see him on his boat wandering. He’s lost in the middle of the ocean and he’s calling my name.” Saying those words, she really felt as though she could hear her father calling her name in the far distance, as if he was right beside her. Sadly, it was only her imagination playing tricks on her.

“And it keeps turning to this nightmare, where he dies in various horrible ways. Either drowned or starved or eaten by sharks.” JJ’s gaze softened, his eyes admiring her lips forming each words one after the other. “But tonight-“ she let go of his hand, shifting her body to face him completely, “-tonight, for a reason, I didn’t see him.”

“The boat was empty.”

Flashes of her nightmare came back to her like waves crashing on the beach. Her dad on his boat, a smile sketched on his lips. The sky is clear blue, not a cloud is in sight. There’s a warm breeze, she can almost feel it on her skin, and the sun is shining. It’s almost utopian, the perfect day to spend out in the sea.

Then the scene changes. The sky darkens to a deeper shade of blue, grey clouds towering the ocean. The wind is stronger, much stronger. It whistles as it makes its way in the crevices between each tree and threatens to tear the sails down. And the boat, she can see it floating hauntingly on the wild waves the same way a ghost would in abandoned castle. And there’s no trace of her father. Not even a feeling, that would tell her he’s there, trying to survive this storm.

“What if he really is gone J? What if my dad-“ she stopped her sentence to look at the horizon, somehow hoping to see a sign that would prove she was wrong. “I’m trying so hard to be positive and optimistic, but it’s been so long. What if he never comes back?”

The look in her eyes was heart-wrenching. JJ didn’t know what to say or do. He never really thought about it. What would happen if Big John was gone. To be honest he didn’t want to, that man was more of father to him than his own ever was. And losing him would be... he preferred not to think about it.

“I disagree,” he finally said. “What?” “Your dad is like one of the smartest person I’ve ever known. I think that, he, of all people would know how to get out of any situation, especially if it seems impossible to everyone else. I don’t think that you should give up on him yet.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, I do,” he smiled. “So fuck everyone who tells you otherwise,“ y/n giggled. “Fuck all of them! You’re allowed to have hope, y/n, even after this much time. They can’t take that from you.”

“In the meantime, we’ll there’s us,” us, “the pogues, our own family. We can get through anything, right?”

“Yeah, we can.” Y/n’s head fell on his shoulder. “We’re the pogues.”

JJ admired her carefully. How her face looked, basked in the golden rays of the sun, looking so terribly tired and yet so beautiful. He could stay like this forever, losing himself completely in her smile. God she was so wonderful.

“Hey y/n/n?” “Yeah?” “Are you mad at me?” “Huh?”

“Why would I be ma- oh, oh.” The gun. He thought she was mad at him for what he did. Though he saved her brother, didn’t he? So, she didn’t understand why he would think she could hate him.

“It’s just that you looked so terrified when-” “You saved him JJ, that’s what matters most.” Y/n interrupted the boy mid sentence, placing her hand on his arm in gratitude. “If you hadn’t done anything, he could have...” she didn’t finish her sentence.

When she saw JJ holding the firearm against Topper’s head just a few hours ago, she had first been incredibly shocked. She didn’t recognize the JJ she knew. But now, she completely understood. It was his way of protecting his friends, his way of showing he cared. And that, she admired him for it. Though he could’ve shown it in a less dangerous way.

“I admit,” she added, “it was dangerous and a bit scary to see and we’re probably gonna get some kind of revenge from the kooks soon, but no one got hurt. And J.B, well he’s okay! We’re all okay!”

“Also, I’m pretty sure I did some very, very stupid things last night, so I can’t really be mad at you,” she cringed remembering the amount of alcohol influenced things she had said and done during the party. “God, I must have looked so ridiculous.”

JJ laughed at her comment. “Yes, yes you did.” “Man, John B was right, I can’t believe I’m saying this.”

“Can you just promise me something?” Asked y/n, once their laughter had died. “Depends what?”

“Promise me you’ll never hurt yourself with that thing, or anyone else for that matter.”

“I promise, y/n. ”

“Thank you.”

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Scared of the dark [D.M]

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Sometimes regret comes too late

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: Angst. Angst. Angst. Angst++++

English not my mother language. Sorry if i screwed it up lol

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Draco's mind went blank for a couple of minutes not knowing what else to do and the sounds of battle only made his nerves on edge.

You had come out to face Voldemort and Draco was there, drowning in his own misery that he was not able to think of anyone but himself and his own pain

He got to his feet so fast that the fabric of his black suit ripped at the ankle; He groped for something on the floor until he found the ring of opals that you had worn earlier. He raised it to his lips and kissed it and then walked out through the portrait

"I can't do this," he said to himself. "I can't leave her alone in this."

He ran through the corridors looking for you through the chaos that reigned in the castle. Death Eaters went about fighting with teachers and senior students who were of legal age to fight; some of them were already dead in the rubble ...

He denied several times while attacking one of the Death Eaters with his mother's wand as Harry had his. He threw the Death Eater away surprising him what he had just done. Had he really attacked one of their own? Yes, but not that he cared too much

Casting spells he entered other corridors just as infested with people fighting for the school. Draco could see one of the Weasley boys being attacked by one of the most loyal Death Eaters. He approached from behind and saw that it was one of the twins. It was Fred or maybe George, he couldn't tell them apart. Still, he was silent as he watched how the Death Eater was prepared to kill him. Draco smirked as he raised his wand and aimed it from behind.

“Desmaius!”

Fred, who remained with his eyes closed and a strange wide smile, looked at Draco strangely.

“Hey! What happened to my dear little friend?”

”What do you think happened weasel? I knocked him out”

Fred made a face

“Wow, what a pity. We were having fun”

“Weasley, he was about to kill you” Fred smiled at him” You're welcome, by the way”

"I would ask you why you saved me, Malfoy, but I don't think I want to know so thanks”

Draco just rolled his eyes and walked away while saying:

“Whatever. Just ... stop being an idiot for a second and watch your back”

Fred waved his arm and shot out to help the others. On the way he met his brother George who greeted him with a hug. And when they turned around the corner,there was your dead body. The twins looked at each other sadly. They knew what they had to do at the time.

Draco kept looking for you as he begged for you to be safe and sound. He passed by the side of the charms room when he heard a cold, hard voice

“You have fought,” said the high, cold voice, “valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.”

Draco couldn't help but feel a full-body spasm at hearing that hideous high-pitched voice. He was that impressed that he had to cling to the wall not to pass out right there. He touched the ring he took firmly in his left hand and listened as the sounds of battle lowered. He kept walking through the castle rubbles

All the gazes of the students were on him without knowing what to do. They didn't know whether to attack him or let him pass by, they were so scared that they couldn't even move anymore. Draco decided to ignore all those gazes to focus on his girlfriend.

He paused for a bit before entering the great hall. He had seen various members of the Order of the Phoenix enter there and Draco thought that if they were there, you would have to be too. He smiled at the thought that he could talk to you after your argument just a few hours ago.

When he walked in the first thing that caught his sight was all the Weasleys forming a half circle around a dead body on the ground. The members of the Order were there too, hugging each other. Draco could see Lupin hugging Tonkst to comfort her. It just made Draco think that you were needing him more than ever.

He walked slowly. Fred saw him and approached him with tears in his eyes. The blonde jumped when he saw Fred crying

“What's going on, Weasley?” Everyone around the body looked at him painfully. They knew the relationship you had and even though Malfoy was not his favorite person, they knew that he would be the one who suffered the most from all that “Weasley, what ...?”

Draco couldn't continue speaking as everyone walked away letting him see that the body on the ground was yours. He opened his mouth in horror and fell in front of you

“No ...” he whispered “No. NO!”

You were covered in dirt and blood. Your eyes were open and you were holding your wand in your right hand. Draco touched your face and noticed that it was already cold. On your neck you had a huge fissure made by what looked like large and pointy fangs ...

“Her father killed her” Lupin reported “And even after she died ... he let Greyback bite her a couple of times”

The Slytherin boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Your own father couldn't have killed you.

Draco denied several times and shook your cold body while crying out loud, earning pitying looks from the Weasley family and from the members of the Order. Draco kissed your forehead again and again, he rocked you like a baby while he said:

“It's my fault. I should never have let you out of the common room after our argument. I shouldn't have left you alone in this. I'm sorry” he took your pale hand, still crying “I’m sorry. I should ... I should have taken more care of you. And now you're dead and thats my fault”

"Malfoy ..." Fred tried to say something to comfort him but the words didn't come out of his mouth. Draco had saved his life and he felt bad at knowing that there was nothing he could do for him.

“I always knew that you were different from your family, darling. Your kindness could be noticed being miles away, you were always different from your brother and your parents and I must admit that was that what made me love you” A loud sob escaped his mouth “And deep down I always knew that you would end up joining the Order of the Phoenix. But I never believed that our story would end like this”

Draco sniffed. His light eyes were red and puffy. He kissed your forehead one last time

”I am sorry for everything I said to you. I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I'm so sorry” he pulled you even closer to his chest and it was there that he remembered that he was still carrying the ring “Here. This is yours “he stepped away from you a little, took your left hand and placed the opals ring where it should be. He didn't stop the urge to cry again and he held you in his arms once more

“I love you. I love you so much”

There was nothing more to say. Draco felt as if his stomach had turned into a black abyss that swallowed up all his emotions and his hopes. He bit back a sob when he noticed Harry looking at him

Harry turned ready to leave but Draco stopped him

"Potter," he mumbled while still holding you. "Do ... whatever you have to do. I’ll help you as much as i can”

Harry went silent understanding why he was offering his help. The sorrow of holding the love of his life dead in his arms made him vulnerable. Harry nodded, thanking him

Harry moved a little closer

“Are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure of something in my life”

"Good," Harry nodded, "Thank you."

"I just want something in return." Draco looked at them all. "I want (Y/N)’s father for myself." I want to kill him with my bare hands for what he did”

Harry nodded

“You will do it. I promise”

Harry held out a hand and Draco looked at him doubtfully. He looked down at you who were still with your eyes open but not seeing anything. Draco smirked wistfully

"I wish you could see this." And at that moment, Draco shook the hand that Harry offered him.

Draco took his hand away from him, placed two of his fingers on your eyelids and closed them slowly. He kissed your cold lips and whispered:

“I hope you are proud of me now”