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svtshine · 3 years

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Unconditionally

pairing: Wonwoo x reader

genre: Angst to fluff, High school!au

type: imagine

extras: Wonwoo edit made by @delicatecy do check their page out! Open to requests ^^

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Agape

|a•ga•pe•| /n./

1. the highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstances

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Day 1

Wonwoo dragged himself to school and stuffed his hands inside his hoodie pockets, his nose burried under his scarf. He longed to return to his warm bed amidst this cold winter morning. School was restarting and this year he would be attending as a second year student.

He sighed out, watching the cold air turn into white mist around him. There was another thing he dreaded. Maybe not a thing, but a human.

Y/n L/n

You began following him around like a lost puppy sometimes during last march. He never understood why you were so persistent but it annoyed him to no end.

Wonwoo began to hate everything about you. Your irritating smile that greeted him every morning without fail. Your stupid little notes you would slide into his locker telling him to have a nice day. Your voice as you chattered about god knows what. He had never paid any attention to you.

He wanted to be alone. Eat alone, study alone, walk home alone. He just wanted you gone. You were like a pest, a leech that he just couldn’t seem to remove

Wonwoo has shot you down for what seems to be like the hundredth time. Whenever you greet him with a smile, he glared back at you and shoved his locker close making you jump at the loud sound. He would try to purposefully trip you or tease you hurt fully to make you stay away. He even talk bad about you infront of girls hoping you would leave

But you never did. You always greeted him with a smile and talked about homework and stuff. You also prepared or bought lunch for him. Even if he was paired with another girl, you would follow him around

Wonwoo so badly wanted to get rid of you

He closed his locker after getting out his things and was met with the sight of you looking up at him and giving him a big smile. “Hi won, how’s your morning? Have you eaten?”

Wonwoo grunted, picked up his bag and went into the classroom. Thanking the girls that flocked around him would prevent you from coming closer to him.

Forgetting the fact that the teacher assigned you to sit infront of him. He knew you persuaded the teacher to change seats with another classmate. God you were so annoying.

You sat down at your seat and opened up your bag to find the lunchbox you got up early to prepare wonwoo. You weren’t exactly a chef but you wanted to try cooking one whole meal for him. Here wonnie. I prepared all your favourites again” you said hoping he might glance at you once and at least give you an acknowledgment.

Wonwoo paid no attention to you and instead focused on the conversation with some other girls and guys. Your smiled dropped and your heart felt like it received some stabs.

but this was normal

Wonwoo saw your smile drop and turn to face the front. He looked at the lunchbox in front of him. You usually didn’t cook. It was mainly sandwiches or snacks.

He didn’t notice the numerous bandages on your hand.

Day 2

You greeted him again at the lockers. Wonwoo was particularly moody that morning.

“Hi won, did you eat breakfast?” you asked him

“You’re not in the position to ask. Stop being so extra. Seriously just get a life.” He spit out coldly.

You were taken aback. Of course you knew he didn’t like you but he never said anything verbally before.

Wonwoo saw you flinch slightly and for a second he felt guilty. You looked so scared. but to his surprise you smiled brightly at him and replied with an “Okay”

Day 3

“Yah wonwoo, why don’t we prank Y/n” one of the girls asked him

Wonwoo glanced away not liking the sound of it

“You can invite her to a movie and just stand her up. You know like sending a message? She likes you but after this she might just stay away finally” One of the other girls said

Now Wonwoo was interested.

“Just tell her to meet you tomorrow at the entrance of the movie theatre because you have a free ticket”

Wonwoo knew it was a shit move but it might actually make you stay away and stop bothering him

“Fine” shooeing away all the other people before tapping your shoulder.

“Y/n” You smiled excitedly since this was one of the few times he wanted to initiate a small conversation. Wonwoo on the other hand wanted to scrunch his face in disgust at how desperate you looked.

“i have two free tickets to a movie. So tomorrow at 5? outside the theatre?” You bobbed your head up and down.

Wonwoo almost felt bad at how much you were looking forwards to going out with him and even wanted to tell you the truth

But he clenched his fists and put on a small fake smile

This would be his chance to finally get rid of you

Day 4

You greeted Wonwoo per usual.

“So wonwoo, what are we going to watch later?” You waited for his answer as you stood beside his locker

“oh uh” Wonwoo hesitated for a while, “We can decide later”

Luckily for him, the bell rang and the both of you had to return to class.

After school, you rushed back home and found the perfect outfit for the movie.

You took about two hours to find the perfect outfit and reach the theatre on time.

You kept glancing at the watch on your wrist. It was nearly 30 minutes after five and there was no sign of Wonwoo anywhere. However, you never left and continued waiting in case he came late

About 8.10 pm, Wonwoo passed by the theatre towards the library to get some new books. That was when he saw you. The library was opposit the theatre thus it gave him a good view of you

and you wouldn’t be able to spot and follow him

You were blowing into your palms and dressed in an adorable flowery dress. It was getting closer with each hour.

Wonwoo’s glanced at his clock. she’s been waiting her for 5 hours?

He felt bad. He knew how bad of an idea this was but he had never meant to take it that far

But maybe after this she might really leave, won’t she?

He clenched his fists and bit his lip from walking over and telling her the truth

Day 5

As wonwoo took his first few steps into school he mentally thought to himself, in 5, 4, 3, 2,1 and the leech is back.

But he was taken aback when he didn’t hear your cheery voice greeting him good morning. Maybe at the lockers? He convinced himself.

Wonwoo got all of his stuff ready, and prepared himself for your cheery voice greeting him good morning. But as he closed his locker and turned around to where you usually stood, there was no sign of you.

Wonwoo hesitated. Why didn’t he feel happy that you weren’t there anymore?

Why did he feel so empty? like he missed seeing you beside him everyday.

He shook his head and walked to class. Maybe she forgot to catch the train?

Day 8

it’s been 3 days and there was absolutely no sign of you.

Wonwoo twirled his pen around in his hand and stared at the seat infront of him, chin on his hand. Usually he would be able to stare at your hair whenever he was bored, and sure sometimes he’d roll his eyes at how annoying you were.

But now, he sort of missed you.

Wonwoo missed how you would greet him at the lockers in the morning. How you would prepare or buy him lunch. How you always make sure to refill his bottle before and after physical class so that he has enough water to drink.

He couldn’t help but feel the intense guilt from standing you up that day

“Class before we end today’s lesson” the teacher said while packing up his books.

Wonwoo looked up, “Unfortunately, our classmate, Y/n met with a terrible car accident 4 days ago near the theatre. Thus, she’s isn’t going to be able to attend school for a while.”

Wonwoo’s breathing stopped

4 days ago. Near the theatre

He was right there. Watching her wait for him.

The guilt in his chest spread even more. He could’ve done something. Told her the truth. Not fking stand her up?

You’ve done so much for him, and even though he thought you were a nuisance, treated you badly your smile never faltered. You looked out for him unconditionally

Always made sure he was okay before you took care of yourself.

“Once she is allowed visitors” The teacher continued. “i would need a volunteer to pass her school materials and teach her some of the homework”

Wonwoo raised his hand immediately.

Day 11

Wonwoo heard the beeping of the machines wherever he walked in the hospital.

In his hands were your homework over the past one week that you haven’t attended school and a bouquet of flowers. The teacher had informed him your condition had improved greatly over the one week and that he was allowed to visit her.

Finally.

Wonwoo missed you. So damn much. He actually visited your hospital everyday hoping you would be walking downstairs and he would just wait there for a few hours before returning home.

He wasn’t able to catch one sight of you. This was probably how you felt when he stood you up.

Wonwoo finally found your room. He inhaled and exhaled to stop himself for being so nervous. Knocking twice, he heard your soft voice saying it was okay to come in.

He saw you lying on the bed. A book in your hands, your hair in a bun and wearing reading glasses.

You were shocked to the bones. Your parents informed you that the teacher had sent a volunteer to pass you the stuff you missed out in but never in the whole world would you have expected Wonwoo. With flowers as well.

He probably was forced into this.

“Wonwoo, you can just put those down here and leave. I’m sure you were forced into doing this. Thank you” you said gently.

Wonwoo shook his head and sat down on the chair beside you after closing the door

“No”

You tilted your head in confusion. Why wouldn’t he want to leave?

“you’ve always cared for me” Wonwoo spoke

“Greeting me, wishing me a good day, buying or making me lunch, refilling my bottle and even writing down my notes when i fall asleep in class” his voice got less steady with each sentence.

“I’ve never treated you nicely. Always brushed you away, thought you were a nuisance. When you’re the one person who cared for me like no one else.” He looked down. “You always smile at me even if i treat you badly”

You hesitantly took your hand and combed it through his hair, the whole time looking at Wonwoo if he was comfortable with it. But he only nuzzled closer to your palm

“That day, when i invited you to the movies. They asked me to prank you, and thinking selfishly that you would stop bothering me after that, i-i just stood you up”

He took your hands into his. Loving the way it fit perfectly in his palms.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I’m sorry for not seeing how great you were. For judging your actions and for not caring for you sooner. i got you into this car accident. If i went to the theatre, maybe things would’ve been different. You wouldn’t have had to go through so much pain. All because of me” By now, Wonwoo’s eyes were filled with tears and they fell steadily.

You didn’t say anything, just shifted closer to him and brushed away his tears before smiling brightly at him. “Wonwoo, i forgive you. i’ll always look out for you, you know that. Unconditionally”

Wonwoo felt his heart rate pick up

Day 15

Over the days, you were significantly getting better. Wonwoo visited every single day and brought you snacks that you like. After getting closer this few days, Wonwoo was able to see how great of a person you are.

One day, he was coming into the hospital when he saw you with the children in the reading corner. You read them a book and made sure everyone was engaged. The way you smiled at them, made Wonwoo feel so proud of your kindness.

He would usually see you pushing older residents through the garden and talking to them.

He realised how much he missed of you. How you deserved that much kindness and humility back.

Wonwoo came into your hospital room that one time and you fell asleep waiting for him. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful that Wonwoo couldn’t help but raise his hand and brush away your stray hair before staring at you.

He left a peck on your forehead.

Day 18

You were finally being discharged. The doctors ran some tests and made sure you were completely healed but still had to avoid some physical activities in school.

The whole day the two of you ran to the children’s room and the older residents’s room, handing out snacks and flowers, wishing for their quick recovery.

Everyone hugged you before you left, thanking you for spending time with them.

With the promise that you would return and visit them, you left the hospital, hand in hand with Wonwoo.

Your parents were busy, thus they thanked Wonwoo for helping to see you home.

Wonwoo saw the big smile on your face and finally got up the courage, “So y/n”

you faced him and hummed.

“i was wondering, if, if you know we could come visit them together?” He said, hand in the nape of his neck.

You nodded quickly, happy that he wanted to spend more time with you. You couldn’t contain your excitement and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

Wonwoo carefully twirled you around and chuckled. “and, maybe afterwards, i could really bring you to the movies?”

You nodded, hands on his neck and his on your waist.

“I fell in love with you Y/n L/n, now it’s my turn to take care of you. Unconditionally”

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anastasiyaigorevnadobrodevskaya · 3 years

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Kuka pelkää pimeää? - Kaapo Kakko

A/N: I hope you will enjoy the reading as much as I enjoyed the writing. A big thank you goes to everyone who has supported me. Here on tumblr I’d like to thank @nhlandotherimagines personally. Thank you Jessie.

Kuka pelkää pimeää? - Who is afraid of the dark?

The song mentioned.

Word count: 1764

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Having a relationship with a hockey player can get hard at times. It can get even worse if both sides of the relationship are working for a professional hockey team. Boy, can it get even worse if those teams happen to be the division rivals in the NHL.

The whole situation was tense as it was before the corona decided to lock me up with my boyfriend at our shared apartment in New York. Between his crazy schedule and mine, just as chaotic one, it is very difficult to find some peaceful time for one another.

Having just returned from a roadie, which was successful taking 4 out of 6 points, I close the door behind me as quietly as possible. It’s already late and Kaapo leaves for a couple of away games of his own tomorrow morning. Which doesn’t give us much time to spend together, but at least we can sleep in the same bed for once.

I change sleepily and get ready for bed trying to not make too much noise. After dragging myself out of the bathroom I slip under the covers right next to the sleeping body of my boyfriend. He stirs in his sleep, slowly turning around so he is facing me.

“Hei. How was your flight?“ His soft mumbling is barely audible and his hands reach out wrapping around my waist. His fingers slipping under the fabric of my T-shirt.

“It was okay. Guys were pain in the ass as usual.“ I laugh nuzzling my head into his chest rumbling with laughter. “But I am damn tired.“ I add a yawn for demonstration.

A chuckle leaves his pretty lips as his big hands caress my bare back. “Then sleep.” He advises, voice laced with sleep I unintentionally woke him from. I hum in response closing my eyes. I relax into the soft mattress listening to the even breathing of my beloved one.

Lying in bed I try to drift off to dream, but fail terribly. Again. Decided I’ve had enough I reach for my phone and turn it back on. Throwing the covers off of me I sit up and rub my face, annoyed at my inability to fall asleep despite being tired. I reach for my wireless headphones and put them on pairing them with my phone. I put on a rather calming playlist and click on the flashlight icon.

Tiptoeingly I leave the room making sure to close the door behind me and head for the living room. I turn on the light hanging above the kitchen island and grab a glass filling it with water to the very brim. I chug down almost half of its content and set the rest on the marble surface.

I walk over to an armchair and push it to the floor to ceiling window. I stop and cringe slightly when it makes a disturbing noise. I throw myself on it with a heavy sigh escaping my lips. Closing my eyes I take a deep breath. I focus on the music reaching my ears. The gentle tones infecting my brain trying to get it to loosen up.

I open my eyes taking a look at the city below. It never sleeps. No matter the crazy hour there’s always someone driving the busy roads. It’s as if the dark sky was outstretching its arms and reaching for people in an attempt to put them to sleep. Humans, ever the persistent creatures, are escaping its hold with cars lighting up the roads and apartments with yellow light seeping through the glass and blinds.

I hate the dark. In fact it terrifies me. I bring my knees under my chin and hug my legs close to my body. The unknown danger hiding in the shadows scares me. I no longer check under my bed for monsters. I don’t need to. They are in the streets, we meet them daily, although we don��t realize. But walking home alone in the dark makes my blood run cold at times. I can’t stand it, no matter how old I am.

Finnish songs from my playlist come up and I smile. They always remind me of Kaapo. An instant mood lifter. One song catches my attention. Kuka pelkää pimeää from Herrat. How fitting, eh? It's about two people being the only ones wide awake at a late night hour. The sleeping city and stars shining above it, but them not being afraid of the dark. I wish. I think bitterly.

I sing along quietly, imagining driving around the city with Kaapo. With no destination in mind, just driving. Probably listening to our favorite songs and messing up the lyrics, especially me making up new Finnish words and him laughing at and with me. He rarely smiles, but when he does it’s so worth it. He saves it for the good moments. With him I would drive even at the darkest of the nights.

A happy sigh escapes my lips as another of the songs I keep deep within my heart comes up. I look around the apartment, the only source of light being the one I left on at the kitchen island.

A figure standing in the living room doorway catches my attention and I shriek. Pulling my headphones down I reach for my phone, panicking. The person steps into the light and I release a breath I forgot I was holding in the rush of it all.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Are you insane?" I almost yell with a trembling voice. I add a couple more swear words, mumbling them under my breath and in a language my boyfriend speaks ever so fluently.

"I-I am sorry. I didn't want to scare you." Kaapo apologizes, the tips of his ears turning red. Coming up to me I stand up and he wraps his arms around my shaking figure. "I am sorry." He whispers in his native language.

"You scared the hell out of me." I whine placing my head on his firm chest. He just holds me closer and rubs my back soothingly. "What were you even doing standing in the shadow like that?"

"You weren't in bed." His voice is laced with concern, his accent heavy.

"Couldn't sleep." I say in Finnish. My knowledge of that language is not great, but I like it and it makes him more comfortable. It makes our talks more private. More intimate. "I am sorry, I woke you. You should sleep. You have a flight in the morning."

"And you just came back. You are tired too. Come back to bed." He tries to reason with me.

"But I can't sleep." Arguing back I shake my head in his chest.

"And if I help you sleep?"

"How?" Lifting my head I look into his blue eyes.

"Trust me?" Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear his fingers brush my cheek gently.

"Kyllä." I breathe and nod.

Taking me by the hand he walks to the island turning the lights off. The moment it goes dark my heart rate picks up. "Kaapo." He squeezes my palm reassuringly.

"I am right here with you." He pulls me to his chest. Taking me by my thighs he lifts me up. My limbs instantly wrap around him and I burry my face in his neck. "It's alright." Turning his head he kisses my hair and starts walking back to our bedroom.

Flicking on the bedside lamp he sets me on the mattress. He then turns around opening the wardrobe and shuffling around for something. I take off the headphones from around my neck and put them on the bedside table. Tilting my head I watch him, but remain quiet, more than interested in what he is up to. Pulling out a small box he sets it on the ground pluging it in.

He looks up at me with a soft smile. I remember the box! I gave it to him on his birthday. He turns the lamp off and then presses a button on the box. The dark room lights up with many little white starts and green and blue clouds moving like Aurora Borealis. My heart bursts with so much love at this moment.

It's a star projector I gifted him because he missed Finland so much and I thought that seeing the stars would remind him of home. It did. He was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling. I was never more proud of myself as back then for picking the right gift. That is actually how I found out about his interest in the stars.

He climbs onto the bed laying down on his back. Reaching for me he pulls me to his side. He takes the duvet pulling it on top of us. I place my head on his shoulder and his warm palms settle on my waist. “Can you point the Polaris?” He whispers into my hair.

“Of course. It’s uh-“ I let my eyes wander across the ceiling. “There. Pohjantähti.“ I point to a star. “On the right from the light.“ I explain excitedly. “It is part of Big dipper which is uh- Otava in Finnish!“ I look up at him to see if I remembered right.

“Very good.“ He smiles squeezing my hip. “And that,“ he points up, “is Iso karhu. The big bear?“ He questions the last part, unsure of the English translation.

“The great bear. Yes.“ I giggle. “But there is one star missing, no?“ If I recall correctly there should be a mistake in the image. I mean, when we turned it on for the first time Kaapo pointed out the absence of one star.

“Yes, Mizar is not there.“ He confirms. “I still can’t understand how they forgot Mizar when Alcor is right there. Mizar even shines brighter than Alcor!“ He shakes his head. I smile at his passion and the unintentional English thrown into the mix.

“Minä rakastan sinua.“ I whisper filling the silence that settled between us.

“I love you too.“ He mumbles the cute way he always does.

We continue lying in our bed talking about stars we miss so much. I feel my eyelids grow heavy and slowly the stars fade from my view. I feel a shift on the bed and decide to protest. “Don’t leave.”

“I am just going to turn it off.“ He whispers and suddenly his warmth is gone. I pout sleepily reaching my arms out grabbing onto the empty air. I hear a click and feel the bed dip. Then his arms wrap around me and a content smile takes over my face. “Hyvää yöta.“

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Translations:

Kyllä. - Yes.

Pohjantähti - Polaris

Iso karhu - The great bear

Minä rakastan sinua. - I love you.

Hyvää yöta. - Good night.

A/N: Hopefully it was worth the wait.

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perahn · 4 years

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Palm Sunday, 2020

There is no triumphal procession today, no cheering mass of crowds: no press of bodies, sharing warmth and mingling breath. The streets are quiet and empty save a pair or two, walking carefully separate.

We do not stand outside waving palms cut from someone’s garden, the children restless, vying for the ‘best one’, ready to wave them, singing, and enter as Jesus enters Jerusalem.

See, he says, I make all things new.

Today, I am in front of my laptop (old as they are made to age, silver case greyed with shed skin, guilty crumbs among the keys). I forgot to brush my hair or dress and on Youtube, eight hundred souls are waiting for the livestream to start.

The Archbishop mouths a blessing: the sound isn’t working, and the chat is full of people repeating it like a response. Somewhere in the First Reading (“I did not cover my face against insult and spittle.”) they stop to fix what’s wrong, and begin again.

In my flat, two cats watch as I stand and sit, and kneel. I sing: My God, my God why have you abandoned me? and demand Crucify him! even though the priest is reading the shortened Passion by himself.

He looks into the camera, and asks us to lift our palms for blessing. I wasn’t prepared. I fling open the screen door and snatch up a weed from the courtyard (I meant to pull those out a year ago). Its burry seeds cling to my fingers. The root’s intact.

It isn’t much to lay beneath a donkey’s hooves.

Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof. Familiar words, never consciously learned, deepen their meaning now. Of course God is here, and always has been: still sometimes I forget to welcome him.

Come in, Lord: I’m sorry about the unswept floor and dirty dishes and all the dim corners where I put things I want to ignore. It’s no way to treat a guest, much less You: who roll up Your sleeves and get to work.

A mystery there in bread and wine and here, in the absence of either: physical touch is dangerous these days. I cannot take Your Body into my hands but Yours caress all the same. My throat is tight, a stinging under eyelids.

You enter Your Kingdom this year with no glad hosanna cry. We will stand at the foot of Your Cross six feet away from each other, a host holding on to gossamer threads of Wi-Fi. You will walk alone from the Tomb as ever and we will celebrate in electric alleluias.

#poetry #Palm Sunday #Catholic

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the-fiction-witch · 3 years

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IVY P6 Cosy

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT COUPLE: BENNY X READER RATING: SWEET AF!

I had grown rather used to having my little audience. Y/n came over almost everyday for at least an hour just to sit and watch me play chess making all her little notes and working on ivy as she slowly brought her equipment over every time she visited so I know had half a computer in my living room. But today honestly I wasn't expecting her there was a horrible storm over new york.

The subway has been down for days, no taxis working, barely a car could get thought, my poor little beatle is burried under the snow, my apartment as cold as ice as the heating was now working but not working all that well, at least I had hot water now, the windows blocked completely by snow and where one slightly leaks it has frozen shut with icicles on the inside as the water leaking in had frozen on the way in, I could hear the wind rushing through, the news reports I was getting on my tiny tv weren't good so I turned it off trying not to think about the cold.

I had two pairs of socks on, fluffy socks. My jeans on with a blanket over my legs, my black t shirt, then my black turtleneck shirt, then my green button down then my jacket and I still had to wrap a blanket around my shoulders to stop me shivering. I jumped as I heard the phone I begrudgingly got up from my chair and went to answer it trying not to loose a blanket on the way I picked it up trying not to shiver in my voice

"Hello?"

"Hi Benny" I heard her familiar voice but she had called me before from her dorm but it sounded different

"Hey y/n, what's up?"

"Quick question do you have heating?"

"Well yes. It's not very good but yes. Why?"

"Uhhh could you maybe put it on full. And also put the kettle on"

".... Ohh my god you crazy girl are you actually coming?'

"Yes"

"I thought we'd work from your from today on the phones and all"

"I was going too but most everyone else has gone home for the holidays and the dorms are so so cold."

"Where are you?"

"Uhh the payphone about a block down the street from yours"

"You're walking! Y/n you must be frozen half to death get off the phone get here as quick as you can I'll get the kettle on" I told her quickly hanging up I didn't want her on the phone any longer then she had to be I got up going to the kitchen to put the kettle on hell I'll have a hot drink as I'n turning it on and soon enough I heard fast shaking little taps, I rushed over and quickly pulled the door open having to fight against the ice around it but I got it open and she stood there on my doorstep covered in an inch of snow shivering in her usual purple coat "oohh get in here you silly girl you'll freeze" I laughed quickly letting her in and shutting the door behind us to keep the cold out

"Benny I can't feel my toes"

"I imagine you can't. Those boots don't look like snow boots?"

"There not I didn't have snow boots so I just put my thermal boots and some extra socks"

"Here let me get your coat off" I smiled helping her with her coat knocking all the snow off her revealing how cute she looked she had a little purple hat under her hood, and a long purple scarf wrapped around her about four times and had a long knee length knitted purple dress with pockets, she had little black mittens and what looked like four or five layers of thermal tights and these little boots I helped her get her boots off as somehow she had gotten snow inside her boots and she had three pairs of socks on top of her tights she slipped her mittens off and her scarf sitting them with her coat

"May I steal a blanket?" She asks noticing I had two

"You may" I laughed giving her one of my blankets

"You wanna mini hot water bottle?" She smiled pulling a pocket sized hot water bottle out of her pocket I took it curiously and it was hot I held it close feeling how warm it was

"Uuummm I will sell you my car for this tiny hand sized hot water bottle"

"It's okay Benny you can borrow it while I'm borrowing your blanket" she smiled we went over to the sofa having a sit together trying not to be too far apart as we where both warm, I feched her a tea and a I had my usual coffee "clink" she giggled tapping my mug with her own

"Clink" I laughed "fuck it's cold. Sorry I made you walk all this way"

"It's okay I wanted to come"

"I'm really not in the mood for chess today. Which sounds nuts but I'm just way too cold. Sorry for making you walk all this way for nothing"

"Not nothing, I got to see you" she smiled "and steal your blanket"

"I guess so. Guess it's kinda nice to have someone to wait out the storm with"

"Yeah someone to wait the storm out with" she smiled "why don't you get the duvet?"

"The duvet!" I jumped dashing to my bedroom and getting my duvet we both readjusted our blankets and then I threw the duvet over us both I smiled looking at her wrapped up so well against the sofa with the blanket around her shoulders and my duvet tucked up to her sipping the tea that she held so close "I like your scarf. And your little hat"

"Aww thank you" she blushed "I knitted them myself"

"You did? that's impressive. Can you make me a scarf?"

"Yeah, actually. I did bring my stuff with me" she laughed grabbing her bag getting some large needles "I have… black and white wool?"

"Can you make me a chess scarf?"

"Uhhh I don't see why not" she smiled sitting her tea on the side

"I'm going to get a book, want anything as I'm leaving the warm corner?"

"No thanks benny, Im cosy" she smiled

"Alright" I smiled back giving her temple a little kiss before leaving the duvet I already hated it I'm so cold out here, I grabbed a book or three before I remembered I jumped in my wardrobe and I saw it "ohh my god! I forgot about you!"

"About what?" Y/n giggled

"My long hot water bottle" I laughed showing her the thing i bought it years ago before going to Moscow on the assumption moscow would be cold and I ended up leaving it here it took a while to fill up as it was almost a meter long but I did it up and put the fluffy cover over it and came back beside her getting under the duvet and in the blankets laying the bottle across both our laps between the duvet and us I smiled as I sat getting cosy watching her slowly knit

"Why was your dorm so cold?' I asked her

"Most of them have gone home for the holidays, cheap place only keeps the heat on if more then two people are there and it was just me" she says "I tried to get on the bus to come see you but I had to walk"

"Why didn't you go home? For the holidays?"

"Not really much if a home to go to?"

"What do you mean?"

"My mother died in childbirth. My dad looked after me alone for most of my life. He passed away a few years ago now." She explained

"Ohh y/n. I'm so sorry, his did he die?"

She smiled slightly "he was working at nasa. In the space race and all, he was an engineer so they sent him onna test flight but… they never came back" she explained

"Must have been an amazingly smart man. I see where you get it from"

"Thank you, what about you? Why aren't you flying off somewhere to see your family?"

"Don't really have a family. Never really did. My dad died before I was even born, my mum like yours died in childbirth so my uncle took care of me he was a single guy no kids or anything but he had a heart attack when I was ten, been on my own since"

"I'm so sorry Benny"

"Its okay. Life goes on you know. Of course I miss them but… me sitting here bawling isn't gonna bring them back, lifes going to go on weather I sit here crying or weather I get on with it. So I better just get on with it"

"Yeah I see what you mean" she says "how about we play a game" she smiled

"Sure" I laughed

"Truth or dare"

"Damn it okay truth"

"Do you really love chess?'

"Not as much as I did once. I do really love chess but there is bullshit too it, the traveling sucks, there's alot of snobbery around it, I think I adored it once but… I still love it just not as much as I did" I explain "truth or dare?"

"Truth"

"... Do you really think ivy will work?'

"I'm sure of it. I know it. More then anything else in this world" she smiled "your turn"

"Okay truth again"

"What's the last thing you cried at?"

"Cried? Uhhh ohh god ugh lord of the rings"

"What?'

'the ending makes me cry okay"

"Awww that's so sweet. Yeah I cried when I read it too"

"I think everyone does. If you don't cry your kinda a dick" I laughed "your turn"

"Uhhh dare"

"Oooohhh uuuuuuughhh…. I dare you to," I began before I spotted an empty note pad so I grabbed the page and crumpled it up "eat a page"

"Why?"

"Because I dared you"

"Fine" she sighed taking it ripping it up small and slowly swallowing it "oww. That was mean"

"To be fair I really didn't have a dare set. Uuhh and I pick truth"

"You have to pick dare at some point Benny"

'ill pick dare next turn"

"Fine." She smiled "... Did you love beth?"

"What? How do you know about me and beth?"

"It's not a secret. I read about it in chess review"

"No. Honestly I don't know how I feel about beth. I don't think I love her. She's ignoring me at the moment anyway, I don't know. No. I think. I care about her but I get the feeling she doesn't care about me all that much"

"You shouldn't be with someone who doesn't care about you benny. Your better then that your worth so much more then that. You deserve a girl who adores you."

"Aww thanks y/n" I smiled "your turn"

".. truth"

"Do you…. Have a crush on someone?"

"What is this Benny a girl's sleepover?'

'come on I'm curious?"

"No"

"No you don't or no you don't wanna answer the question?"

"The second one"

"If you don't wanna answer it means you do"

"I never said that"

"Who is he? Some boy in your science class? Some cute boy who lives in your dorm?"

"No" she giggled "your turn"

"No you never answered my question"

"I do but I'm not telling you"

"Why not?" I laughed but I saw how red she was "y/n… do you"

"It's not your turn to ask questions Benny" she says hurrying her head in her knitting

"Fine. Dare"

"I dare you. To… not ask anymore questions"

"Why not?"

"That's a question"

"No, that's not how the game works. A proper dare"

"Fine I dare you go up there an stick your dick in the snow"

"Ahhhhh nooooo I don't wanna do that"

"I didn't wanna eat paper"

"NOOOO"

"Go or no questions"

"Fine" I sighed getting up already too cold without the duvet around me maybe I can just go up and climb I did it but she put her knitting down and got up too wrapping her scarf around her and getting her gloves and hat on as well as her coat keeping her hood down this time as she slipped on her boots I put some shoes on and begrudgingly unlocked my door the snow was now building up badly down my stairs so much it was up to my knees each time I took a step y/n using my holes in the snow to walk through till we got to the street it really was a blizzard I could barely see anything, my car burried the lights not even working on that streets

"Go on" she says

"No looking" I warn her undoing my jeans she looked away already turning red my whole brain screaming at me every self preservation element in my brain going nuts why am I getting my dick out in a Blizzard! I did it and by God I had never been colder in my life I of course screamed making her giggle like crazy I quickly did my jeans up in an attempted to get warm again shw tried to run inside from the cold but I grabbed her "ohh no you don't if I had to go in the snow your going in too!" I told her pushing her in the snow

"Ahhhhh!! Benny" she squealed "this. Means. War" she glared grabbing some snow and throwing it at me luckily she missed

"Ha you-" I began but she got another and got me right in the face before I even finished "fine. You wanna play this game. Fine let's play"

"No no no! You can't hit a girl Benny" she giggled

"Ohh no you threw first that rule Is irrelevant" I told her grabbing some snow and throwing it at her and it managed to get her just as she was getting up right on the butt

"AAAHHH! Benny! That went up my dress!" She screamed before she ran at me with a handful of snow and shoved it down the back of my jeans

"Ahhhhh! Y/n!" I complained grabbing as much as I could and filling her hood with it throwing it over her

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed pushing me into the snow so I pulled her down with me and we ended up with her on top of me on the snow "hi"

"Hi, you wanna go back in before we freeze to death?"

"Yes please" she nods happily getting up and helping me up out the snow too we hurried down and locked the apartment up hangout stuff by the door and getting cosy back on the sofa trying to warm up again

"So… I did my dare."

"Yep"

"So, it's your turn"

"Truth" she rolled her eyes as she began to knit again

"Do you have a crush…. On me?"

"Maybe"

"Maybe?"

"Maybe" she blushed

"No come on yes or no answer?"

"Yes" she blushed "I just… I saw you in the tournament a few years back and I just, I kinda did and when we met I couldn't help it"

"That's really sweet" I smiled giving her head a kiss "uhh y/n"

"Yes Benny?"

"The snows got no sign of stopping and I really don't want you walking back to your freezing cold dorm"

"What are you saying?'

"I'm saying. I think you should stay here tonight. Are how the snow looks in the morning."

"Where will I sleep?"

" I'll make the airbed up for you if you want, or… you can come cosy in my bed with me so we keep warm"

"I'd like that Benny" she smiled shuffling closer and resting her head in my chest I smiled wrapping an arm around her

"Y/n?"

"Yes Benny?"

"... I kinda had a crush on you too"

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arthemis-forge · 3 years

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Forbidden (Part I) F.W

Chapter One. “The boy of the train.”

Paring: Fred Weasley x OC/ Draco Malfoy x OC

Summary: Lyra Nightstar is the first-born child of Adonis and Hecate Nightstar. One of the oldest and most powerful pureblood families in the magical world. Betrothed since birth to Draco Malfoy in order to preserve the status of both families as well to protect their bloodlines. She is raised under a series of very extreme concepts and values. What will happen the day that her fiancé and family find out that she does not share these ideas and that she has fallen in love with a certain redhead blood traitor?

Settings: None

Author’s note:

Hello!

This is my first job in a very long time. I hope you like it.

Another thing, English is not my native language, so if you find any narrative error, it would be very helpful if you let me know to edit the work. It should be noted that some events from the original Harry Potter saga may be modified for the purpose of this story.

Without more to say I hope you enjoy the story!

Since the first moment I saw him I thought that he was the one. However, the day that I meet him I wasn’t that sure. For many years I lied to myself and burry the feeling that was blooming deep down in my heart.

True love it wasn’t a thing that I could permit to myself. Not when I was living in a racist pureblood family that would kill me first before seeing me marrying to a mudblood or blood traitor. And it’s not that I didn’t believed it wasn’t worth the sacrifice. But I couldn’t be that selfish. How could I have the audacity to put Fred or any of his family member in danger just because I loved him?

It was easier to stay with Draco…

September 1, 1991

I wasn´t able to sleep the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about the moment when I would step on that train.

Even mom was a bit upset with me when she found out that I wasn’t able to sleep all night.

—Ly this is unbelievable! Look at those eyebags babe… —

She said with an annoyed and worried voice while she was closing the door behind her.

—I’m sorry mom I couldn’t sleep. I was so excited for today…—

I confessed as I get up from my bed. Mom usually was love and caring woman, but in situations like this she could be a bit troublesome.

—Good morning little witch! How are you feeling today? —

Dad exclaimed as he made his way into my dorm.

—Lyra hasn't behaved very well today. She didn't sleep all night long. Also, ly’s trunk is over there, love—

She smiled at him while she pointed to my trunk which was placed on my desk. Seconds later she hugged dad to steal him a soft and tender kiss.

In moments like this I wonder If I could be as happy as them with my fiancé Draco.

Time flew by. Even though we got up early and leave everything organized, it wasn’t enough for us. Luckily, we made it to platform 9 3/4 on time and we managed to catch up with the Malfoy family.

As we approach them, I could see in my dad's eyes that he was a bit worried.

—Good morning, Lucius. We are very sorry for not arriving on time. I hope you and your lovely family haven’t spent a long time waiting for us. —

He said with some fear in his eyes.

—Oh, don’t worry Adonis. We also just arrived a few minutes ago. Isn't it Narcissa? —

He asked to his wife while she nod with her head.

—Are you alright? I was so worried you wouldn’t made it on time —

I head a voice. It was Draco who was talking to me.

—Yes, don’t worry. It just that I forgot to bring Rhiannon with me. So, we had to go back for her…—

I said with a quietly voice as I pointed to my white snowy owl. Who was resting peacefully in her cage.

He only limited himself to smile at me with his flushed cheeks.

—Come on, let's go now. Let’s find a nice place to stay —

He took me by the hand waiting for our parents to help us with our things to finally board the train, however Lucius interrupted him.

—Draco don't forget that once you get on that train Lyra it's your responsibility. Take care and guide her. Don't let her hang out with the wrong people. Do as I told you. —

He said with a threatening tone of voice.

— Please take care of her for me. She is my greatest pride and treasure—

Dad confesses while he bent down to give me a forehead kiss. Seconds later I was hugged at the same time by my mom and dad.

—I will. I promise you Mr. Nightstar. —

Draco answered him with a firm voice full of pride.

And with that last, Draco and I left on our way to the train.

I must admit that I was very nervous, but the warmth of his hand gave me the peace and confidence that I needed.

We spent a few minutes touring the train, observing the cabins. It took a little longer than we expected but finally we found one booth who was still empty. Apparently, Draco preferred that we were alone instead that we shared it with anyone else. It wasn't something that bothered me but like dad said. He was the one who would guide me and see for me.

We were tired so we didn't talk much we fell asleep in a matter of minutes once we snuggled up and shared the sheet that Narcissa gave us to share on the way to school.

A few hours passed and hunger invaded me. I had heard from my parents that on the train I would always find a lady with a trolley full of sweets. So, without thinking twice I got up from the couch.

I tried to wake Draco to see if I could bring him something, but he was even more tired than me. So, I took my money and left with the intentions of still bringing him something. Maybe some green apple flavored sugar quills.

With some care I closed the cabin door and turned in search of a trolley. Luckily for me, 7 booths ahead was the lady who was solling the sweets.

But just before I walked away, I was stopped by a girl with tousled brown hair and deep brown eyes.

—Sorry for bothering you. I am Hermione Granger. My friend Neville just missed his frog. In case you get to see it please let us know. We are next to your cabin. —

She smiled as she greeted me with a somewhat friendly voice.

—Sure, Granger. I will let you know if I see it. See you later—

I smiled back and once I said goodbye, I began to look at the floor in search of that frog. I was so involved in that search that I did not notice that someone was also coming in my direction.

It didn't take long for me to bump into him and fall to the floor. A small groan left my lips as my purse was opened dropping all my coins.

—Oh dear… I'm so sorry, pretty. —

Said a voice of an older boy.

Once I looked up, I found myself with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life. They were dark brown. The boy himself was red-haired and his face was covered in freckles.

It was the first time I had seen a boy who was not Draco or someone of my family. The more I looked at him my heart raced. At this moment I had lost the feeling of space and time.

—Hey? you're okay? — he asked me while he help me to collect the coins in my purse.

—This is a lot of money for someone as young as your little one. Be careful next time. Keep it well, someone can steal it from you—

He smiled and laughed at me. Seconds later he ruffled my hair with his warm hand and walked away as if nothing had happened.

What was that? I wonder as I walked while I steal could hear that soft cute laugh that came from his lips.

The worst thing is that the boy behaved in a very nice way without caring about my clumsiness and I didn't even have the courage to thank him for helping me.

Something dazed finally made it to the candy cart.

—Good evening, can you give me two of the green apple sugar quills, a package of lemon drops and a chocolate frog please. —

That last one for the redhead that I forgot to apologize with.

—Of course, beautiful. 5 galleons. —

The woman replied as she was placing everything in a small paper bag.

—Thank you very much, have a good night. —

I handed her the coins and headed to the cabin where probably Draco was still sleeping.

My heart was still pounding as I opened the door.

—Oh, here you are, Ly. I was just going to get up to look for you. —

He said while he yawns. He looked fresh and relaxed.

—I went for some sweets. I brought you some green apple sugar quills. Like the ones you always buy at Honey Dukes ... —

I answer shilly.

—Thank you very much, Ly. —

The blond boy smiled, embarrassed but somewhat excited about the detail.

—By the way, why does your face looks so red? Did something happen? Are you okay? —

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fic #fred weasley #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy x oc #fred weasley x oc

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psychewithwings · 4 years

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Hitoshi Shinsou x Y/n | A Bad Date

Inspired by some bad dates I’ve been on... I was once on a date with a guy who made jokes about a kid from our school who was shot in a drive by AND he made fun of my mom to my face... If only I’d had a Hitoshi... *sigh* Feel free to inbox me some of your bad date stories (specify if I can share them or not <3)

It was a horrible date to say the least. This guy had been going on for ages now about how he had been horribly mistreated by his ex-girlfriend and how she just thought she was so great because she blocked him on social media this, and how her new boyfriend that, and probably some other stuff too but… you had stopped listening a while back and were now staring longingly into your empty wine glass. “So I said to her, just shut up and finish what I asked you to do like hours ago,” he roars in laughter at his own misogynistic story. “Well, it’s getting late and I actually have to get up early tomorrow, do you mind if we get the check?” you ask. “CHECK!” he screams into the restaurant. You burry your face in your hands and prepare to leave a large ‘Im so sorry my date is an asshole’ tip. You’re kicking yourself for not taking your own car. The thought of being stuck with him for one more second has you feeling icky. The waiter brings over the check and your date fumbles around in his pockets before saying, “oooh, umm, think you could spot me? I think I forgot my wallet at home.” You’ve had

enough of this guy, the constant complaining and insulting jokes and now this? He ordered lobster for fucks sake. You blatantly roll your eyes, “you had your wallet when you were getting change for the meter, so I’m pretty sure you have it actually.” He blinks at you then runs a nervous hand through his hair, “well, I do have it, but I forgot my credit card at home.” You are furious now, you saw his cards in his wallet when he was pulling out change for the meter. Your eyes would be boring holes into him if they could physically do so. “Aww cmon babe, money isn’t everything right? I thought this was going well! Let’s keep the good energy flowing and maybe take it back to my place?” You were thoroughly disgusted. You stand up, scooting the chair and making it squeak across the floor. “I don’t want to go home with you, I want to go home, alone,” you say much louder than you meant to. Silence falls across the restaurant, except for a few snickers from other tables. And with that you grab your purse and walk across the restaurant to the waiter. “Thank you for everything,” you say and slip him 50 bucks for all the trouble he’s endured. You make your way to the front of the restaurant, your date trailing behind you. “You’re just gonna leave me to take care of the bill?! What?! ‘Cut I’m supposed to be ‘the man’?? Selfish bitch!” he shouts at your back. You know you shouldn’t be hurt by his words but that doesn’t mean they don’t sting. How could someone be this awful? “Hey,” says a voice, “I don’t like the way you’re talking to her.” You look behind you to see a man with indigo coloured hair standing calmly behind your date. Your date whirls around and starts advancing upon the man. “Oh yeah?! And who the hell asked yo-“ Your date suddenly becomes quiet and still. The man with the indigo hair smirks and says, “listen buddy, you’ve made everyone’s night a living hell, especially for her. So why don’t you pay the bill, tack on a nice bottle of wine for the lady, and leave a generous tip.” You watch in amazement as your date does exactly as he is told. He goes to the wine case and retrieves a bottle from the top shelf, then walks to the waiter, holds out his card (which he said he didn’t have), and waits for it to be returned to him. He brings you the bottle of wine in a brown paper bag. When he hands it to you, you notice the irises of his eyes are white. You gingerly take the bottle and wait by the door. The indigo haired man strides up to where you and your date are standing and then whispers in his ear, “why don’t you just go on home, have a nice rest.” Your dates walks out of the restaurant and you’re left with the handsome, yet incredibly intimidating stranger. He speaks before you can, “I would have made him apologize to you, but my quirk can’t make others speak, so I hope the wine will do.” He gives you a gentle smile. “Yeah, the wine is great, thank you so much… for everything.” He opens the door for you, “do you mind if I walk out with you?” You shake your head, “not at all.” You step out onto the street, followed by the handsome stranger. “Thanks again, umm sorry, I didn’t get your name…” He extends his hand, “Shinsou, Hitoshi Shinsou… and you are?” You take his hand and tell him your name. The summer breeze toys with the hem of your dress and it brushes against his legs. “You must be a hero with a quirk that powerful,” you say sweetly. His cheeks flush and he nervously rubs the back of his neck. “Thanks, I uh- am a hero… but the way you told that guy off was no doubt just as powerful.” You smile up at him. “Ya know, you go on enough of these things and your patience starts to wear a little thin.” Hitoshi scoffs “What do you mean ‘a little thin’? I was sitting a few tables away and had been day dreaming of doing that for an hour. You’re incredibly patient, Y/n.” The way he says your name makes you wish he’d say it again. “Well maybe I’m an optimist… I just kept hoping that it would miraculously get better but…” You pause, he is listening intently to what you have to say. Even some of your better dates didn’t do that. “It did though, thanks to you.” He smiles, “I won’t keep you hanging around on the sidewalk… may I walk you to your car?” he asks. Your car. Crap. You nervously laugh and look up to see Hitoshi raising an eyebrow at you. “I uh- I didn’t drive myself,” you say. He looks around, “okay, I’ll hail you a cab then, or if you’d rather, I’d be happy to take you home.” You take him up on the offer and follow him down the street to his parking space. He opens the door of his sleek black car for you, and you climb in. If only you’d been on a date with him from the beginning. He drives you back to your place, and you’re talking all the while. You love how he listens to you, and how he adds to the conversation by asking you questions and honestly answering the ones that you ask. You’re also shocked that he doesn’t try to impress you by driving like a maniac. Your date earlier acted like he was auditioning for fucking Tokyo Drift. To say that you are disappointed as Hitoshi pulls up in front of you place is an understatement. “Here we are,” you say, slowly unbuckling your seatbelt. You just push the button as his hand closes over yours. “Wait- I uh- hope this isn’t too forward, but I would love to take you on a date… I think you deserve to have a good one.”

#bnha #bnha imagines #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsō #hitoshi shinso imagine #can this man save me from all my bad dates #please and thank you

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oikaw-ugh · 4 years

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I saw that you do request sometimes and thought I’d ask if you could do a kageyamaxReader where Kageyama is secretly a romantic but like hella awkward and not that good at it? Idk just a thought I had Love your page btw!

Hello, Anon! Yes I do occasionally heheheh and I used to think Kageyama has a romantic bone HAHAHAHAH

First Date.

Summary: How Kageyama planned out his first date with you.

Pairing: Kageyama x gn!reader

Warning: my grammatical errors and the likes 👁️👄👁️ also. This did not go according to what I was envisioning. This sucks. I'm sorry :[[[

No one knew Kageyama had a romantic bone.

Who would with his cold eyes, with his lips that seemed to be always in a grim line, his entire frame just emitting 'dont bother me' vibes?

No one, right?

So when he suddenly asked you out on a date, you weren't the only one who was astonished. The whole team was as well.

You've been friends with him. Well, if you consider casually greeting each other a 'good morning' when you bump on one another at the hallway and chatting the other regarding schoolworks as an act of friendship then yeah, you are friends.

But it never occured to you that Kageyama could actually fall in love and he happened to fall in love with you.

And when you hit him up, trying to tell him you should plan your date? You know what he said?

I got it covered. Don't worry.

Excuse me? Don't worry?

Yeah! You're not worried. No, your heart is not beating fast as you reread his text all over again. No, your face is not flushed with heat as your mind repeated the fact that you've been having a hard time to swallow: the famous setter likes you and you're going out on a date.

Kageyama had has plans neatly stacked. He's been eyeing you for a while now. His mind lingering to the echo of your voice when you greeted him a good morning, his eyes glued onto your back as you proceeded to walk along the hallways. His mind casually flashing your face at the most random times. He knows he likes you!

It was a miracle that you talked to him, let alone grace him with your kindness. So now that he has finally asked you out, he must make this perfect!

Cliche as it may seem, the date he has thought of goes like this: you meet up somewhere, preferably a pastry shop. You both can eat there or to go somewhere to pass time as you wait for 2 o’clock. Then you two proceed to the cinema as he has bought tickets of a movie he knew you were excited for.

It’s cringey, I know. But what can I say? Tobio learned from the best: young adult films.

So! With this, nothing could go wrong, right? Or so he thought.

Kageyama gulped the large nuisance that was on his throat as he stared at the pastry shop's door he previously made a reservation with. It’s cutesy door shut before his eyes as the sign ‘UNDER INSPECTION’ hung loosely.

His palms went cold as this sudden inspection ruined his plan. It was noticeable how tensed he was as you started walking away from the shop. You see his brows furrow as he scanned his phone for pastry shops nearby.

"Tobio-"

"Don't worry, Y/N. I got it," he said voice laced with panic as he pressed his screen with force.

You couldn't help but smile. It didn't occur to you that his need for perfection also applies outside of the court. Now that you both permanently sought refuge inside the convenience store, he still looked restless as his thumb flew to his mouth while he scrolled on his feed.

He didn't even notice how you've glued the cold carton of yogurt drink on his cheek, making him drop his phone and flinch.

You smirked as you've caught him off guard, "Here. Why don't you take a break?" You told him as you sat on the stoop beside his.

After a long pause, he took the drink from your palms. "Thank you," he muttered. You couldn't tell but his cheeks are hot with the thought that you gave him a drink. Even when he's popping the straw onto the carton, a small smile is tugged under his lips.

The AC blew slightly on your skin, cooling you down from your walk. A relaxing hum blasting on the store's speakers as you watch the people outside walk.

"Was the pastry shop that good?" You initiated a conversation, your face as if you were unbothered but deep down, your stomach's been betraying you and your knees are in the verge of becoming jelly, "I mean - you look so disappointed that it's closed."

"Yeah..." You heard him respond beside you. With your peripheral vision, you see him lazily lay his forearm on the table, "I heard that you wanted to go there but you're friends are not into sweets..."

This made you perk up, eyes wide as you entirely look at him, "Oh? You heard that?"

Tobio froze now that he see you looking at him. It's been a while since he was able to stare at your face this close. No, was there ever a time you looked at him in the eye? Oftentimes whenever you greet each other back, you are mostly occupied with your friends so you only wave at him, eyes not bothering to look at him. Or when you're alone, either you grinned so wide your eyes disappeared or you bowed down at him in respect.

Electrifying sensation traveled to his nape now that he sees your eyes. They look...very beautiful.

"I was behind you when you talked..." He mumbled as he looked away, hoping you wouldn't see how smitten he is with your eyes.

"Ah, I did say I want to go," you slightly nodded as you recalled that day, "But it's fine! There are other places I'd like to go with my friends instead."

Now Tobio is all ears, he glanced at you again, "Where do you want to go?"

You blinked with his sudden movement, "The theme park...?" You couldn't help but make it sound like a question.

Tobio relaxed, nodding on his own as he leaned on his chair once again, "Do you want to go at the theme park?"

Now, it's your turn to be surprised, "Like now?" You asked.

He nodded, "We'd arrive at three if we start-" Tobio froze in the middle of his sentence, his jaw dropping as he forgot something.

"Is something wrong?" You asked him as he became ice out of nowhere.

"I forgot about the tickets."

You scrunched your nose, "The what?"

He didn't reply. Instead, his hand rummaged inside his sling, as if looking for something. He then showed you two sightly crumpled ticket in which you took.

"Oh, this movie!" You exclaimed upon reading which movie are these tickets for, "I love this! I've seen it with my friends the other day!"

Tobio stiffened, stiffer than he was earlier as your words have completely crumpled his perfect idea of a first date. Great! First, the shop is closed, forcing you two to retreat to a nearby convenience store. And she's already seen the movie.

The smile on your face crumbled when you see Kageyama resting his head on the table. His hand gripping on the empty carton tighter.

"Tobio?" You asked him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled as he composed himself once more. Now you see his face red, his brows pulled together, and his lips in a constipated line, "I didn't thought you already saw the movie. I should've chosen another," he told you.

He scratched his head and now, disappointment is just evident on his face as he looked away, melting on his own embarassment, "This is a disaster..."

You placed the tickets down, your eyes brimming with curiosity, "Why? Why is it a disaster?"

Defeated, he revealed his 'perfect' plan. From the pastry shop, casually stopping over shops you'd see on your way towards the cinema, then you'd watch the movie you've been itching to watch.

Tobio was certain this time he'd have his soul tossed out of his body due to him being a huge failure but it went to a halt when he heard your laugh.

Your laugh.

"I'm sorry," you excused yourself while chuckling, "I just - God," you burried your face on your own palms, your shoulders shaking with what your friends' language would call 'uwu'. "You're so cute, Tobio."

You couldn't see it as your eyes blocked your sight but Tobio stiffened more. His entire body perking up with your compliment. The red tint winning over his face, choking with his ow breath as he sees you laughing your heart out.

But in the end he relaxed as a smile rested on his face. I guess this isn't a bad date after all.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #kageyama tobio #kageyama fluff #kageyama x y/n #kageyama x you #kageyama x reader

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danganronpa-imagines-and-doodles · 4 years

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Snow Days

Second of the three old fics to be posted. Again, this is very old so it’s not up to par with my current writing.

- Mod Kaede

Kazuichi Souda x Gender Neutral Reader

Fluff; 1834 words; ao3 link

Clouds filled the sky while snow danced down to be greeted by its brethren on the ground and icicles draped the siding of houses, ready to strike. The air was cold as you left a trail of breath behind you while you walked.

In short, it was freezing.

But why were you outside in such a terrible cold?

Simple.

Because a certain mechanic had asked you to go sledding with him.

You see, Kazuichi wanted to test out a new sled he had designed, and based on the sketches he had shown you, you just hoped this didn’t end up like the whole wagon incident last year.

While lost in your thoughts, you heard a shout from atop the hill you were approaching.

You chuckled slightly when you saw Kazuichi gently sucking on his finger, obviously having just hit it with something.

“You do realize that you sucking on it isn’t going to do anything?”

He jumped a bit at the sudden voice. Pouting he turned on his heel, finger still in his mouth and quickly retorted.

“I knew that! It’s just instinct to suck on it, y’know?”

You chuckled again and nodded.

“I guess so, yeah.”

Turning back to his work, he continued working on the sled in front of him.

You surveyed the sled, walking all around it, taking it all in.

“Kazuichi, are you sure this safe?”

The pink haired boy gave a grin and nodded. “Duh! It’s totally safe, I mean, I made it!”

“That’s what I’m worried about…” You grumbled softly.

Snowflakes began to pile up on the boys black beanie while he worked on the finishing touches on his high tech sled he had made over the past week. As much as you adored him, that thing did not look safe.

“C’mon! This baby is just about ready.” He cheered.

You puffed out your cheeks and glanced at the mechanic again.

“You’re positive that it’s safe?”

He nodded eagerly.

You sighed and gingerly sat yourself in the sled. It was cold, even against the fabric of your pants.

Kazuichi coughed and stared at you.

“What?”

“That’s where I sit.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Why? Aren’t they both pretty much the same?”

His face turned a bit pinker than it already was from the cold.

“Th-That’s just where I sit, okay…”

You rolled your eyes and scooched up to the front of the sled.

He then plopped himself into the back seat.

With a bit of fumbling, you both were situated in a comfortable position.

That position being you sitting between Kazuichi’s legs.

Something tells you that this was planned…

“Ready?”

Gosh, the hill looked a lot bigger than when you first climbed it…

You gulped and affirmed that you’re ready for whatever injuries will come of this.

It took a second for the sled to get moving, having been resting in the same spot for so long, but it slowly slides into place.

“Countdown?”

You nodded.

“Three”

You shifted slightly and looked on nervously at the bottom of the hill.

“Two”

You know, it looked more like a mountain at this point.

“One”

You suddenly grasped Kazuichi’s hand tightly.

“Z-zero!”

And with that, you're zooming down the hill at speeds you’ve never sledded at before. The cold nipped at your skin while your eyes watered from the wind.

But somehow, you didn’t really notice that.

What you did notice was the tight grasp around your waist, the head burried in your neck and the vibrations of screams muffled into said neck.

You were cold and so unbelievably warm at the same time.

Time seemed to slow down, as cliche as that sounds, but not for the reason you’re thinking.

This was the longest sled ride you’ve ever been on!

Wait.

You looked up and notice you’ve stopped. Apparently you were too caught up on how close to Kazuichi you were.

Even though you had stopped, he still held a firm grip on you, hot breath ghosting over the slightly exposed skin of your neck.

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you gently poked at him, trying to get his attention.

“H-hey, we stopped. And we’re not dead, so that’s good, yeah?”

He shifted his head to look at you.

He looked positively green!

“Oh gosh! Are you okay?! What’s wrong?”

He slowly lifted a hand to your mouth and shushed you.

“J-just give me a sec… I’ll be okay…”

A few minutes passed in silence as he composed himself. It was really peaceful actually. A bit awkward as he was still grasping onto you tightly. But pleasant regardless.

A gulp of air pulled you back from space and he lifted his head.

“I think I’m okay now…”

“What was that?”

Completely dodging your question, he stood up.

“Hey isn’t there a nice coffee shop near here? I heard they got some wicked hot chocolate!”

You sighed. Knowing him, he’d just keep dodging the question and that was a fuss you didn’t want to go through.

“C’mon let’s go to it! It can’t be more than a ten minute walk to there.”

“What about the sled? We can’t just leave it here!”

He stopped in his tracks and thought for a moment.

“Oh! That’s right, I almost forgot, I made this thing collapsable!”

He approached the sled and quickly folded it into a box the size of a suitcase.

“How the hell did you even manage that?”

He just grinned and kept walking.

“Hey!”

You huffed as you caught up with him.

“I thought you were a mechanic, not a speed demon.”

He laughed. A pleasant sound that made you smile.

“Anyhow, how far did you say this place was?”

“Like ten minutes away.”

You nodded and continued on with your walk.

It was silent for a few minutes. The only sound was the crunch of both of your feet against the snow and the occasional wind.

As calm and peaceful as it was, it just didn’t feel right.

You tried breaking the silence, but found you couldn’t think of anything to say. When you went to speak, your mouth just opened and nothing came out.

You closed your mouth and thought for a moment.

While thinking, your eyes drifted to Kazuichi’s hand.

Your cheeks warmed at the thought of your bold movement when you two were on the sled together.

Without warning, your mouth opened and words began to spill out.

“H-hey, Kazuichi…”

He turned his head to you.

“Hm? What’s up?”

Shoot.

Well, there’s no turning back now.

They say actions are louder than words, right?

Shyly you grasped his hand in yours. It was a bit bigger than yours and slightly callused, but it fit snuggly.

He blinked.

Slowly he processed what was going on and stopped walking.

“Wha-what? Are you okay?”

“Um, my hands were kinda cold.”

He stared at you, clearly flustered. It was cute, really.

“Ah, um, okay.”

After another few minutes in silence, you finally reached the cafe. It was a small shop, but it felt warm and cozy once inside. Fairy lights draped the wood walls and the smell of fresh coffee and muffins filled the air. The soft radio was playing in the background as you and Kazuichi sat down across from each other in a booth.

You gently shook your head, getting all the snow off of you and unwound your scarf. You were in the middle of unzipping your coat when Kazuichi spoke up.

“So, what do you want?”

“Ah, well, didn’t you say the hot chocolate here was really good? I’ll probably get that. Maybe a muffin or a scone too. I’ll see when I get up there.”

He shook his head.

“You're not going anywhere, I’ll go up there and pay, it’s my treat.”

You smiled at him.

“You don’t need to do that! Besides, I wanna see what they got here.”

“Fine, but I’m still gonna pay.”

“At least let me buy my drink.”

He pouted, but nodded.

Once ordering, you both sat back down to wait.

You hastily unwrapped your muffin, tore off a chunk and popped it in your mouth.

You sighed in delight at the flavour of it. You would definitely be coming back here.

“Kazuichi, you have to try this! It’s so good!”

You broke off some of the muffin and held it up to his mouth.

“Say, ‘Ahh!’”

Kazuichi glanced at the muffin chunk between your fingers and gave you a confused look.

“What are you doing?”

You cocked your head at his words.

“What does it look like?”

He blinked.

“It looks like you’re trying to feed me…”

“Ding, ding, ding! Now eat up!”

Kazuichi flushed, but kept his lips firmly closed.

You bumped his mouth with the cupcake imposter, trying to get him to open up.

“C’mon Kazuichi! Mr. Muffin clearly wants to be eaten~”

“I don’t want to eat it when you're feeding it to me!”

“Please?”

He looked at the muffin hesitantly, and slowly opened his mouth.

You smiled wide and fed the sweet bread to him.

He chewed reluctantly, but eventually gave in to the sweetness and began to visibly enjoy it.

You grinned happily at his reaction.

“See! It’s good, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so...”

“Now gimmie some of your donut!”

“What, why?!”

“Tsk, tsk. You know the rules Kazuichi, I gave some of mine, now you have to give me some of yours!”

“I never asked to have any of your muffin!”

“So? I want some of your donut, it looks really good!”

“Nuh uh, it‘s mine!”

You leaned over the table and tried to snatch the pastry away from the plate that it laid on.

Kazuichi was a bit too fast for you and he quickly picked it up and put it high in the air.

Defiant to giving up, you once more reached your hand towards the baked treat.

“C’mon Kazuichi! Just a bite!”

Kazuichi, seemingly with a change of heart lowered his hand.

“Fine, only after I have a bite.”

You smiled and leaned back into your section of the booth.

And as an act of spite, he shoved the entire donut into his mouth.

“Hey! That’s not a bite!”

Kazuichi just grinned, his mouth still full of donut.

You rolled your eyes at his actions and slowly sipped at your hot chocolate.

It warmed your throat and you sighed at the calming ability it had.

“This is nice, huh?”

He took a moment to swallow the pastry and replied.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool here.”

You two sat in silence for a while, sipping at your drinks every once and awhile.

Eventually both drinks were emptied and stomachs were filled so you two left the quaint coffee shop.

As you walked aimlessly you glanced back down at Kazuichi’s hand.

Less nervous this time, you grasped it into yours.

“Hey Kazuichi?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for today, I had fun.”

He nodded and lightly squeezed your hand.

Silence filled the air and snow fell from the clouds above.

The world was peaceful.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #Kazuichi Souda #kazuichi souda x reader #sdr2 #x reader #mod kaede

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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If we are not this, then what are we? - pt. 9

A/N: I didn’t expect this to be like this but I’m glad it did because it makes more sense in my head now, I connected the A, B and F. Hahaha.

James was laying down on his bed with an icepack on his face. He didn’t say a word since he had laid down.

He was tired.

He had a headache.

He and Sirius had just been beaten up by Hufflepuffs. It was a big ego bruiser.

Sirius was already asleep, since he already took a few painkillers too much and maybe his snores were exactly the cause to keep James awake.

‘ “And the only slag I see is the abused, little puppy I see.” ‘ - The memory echoed in his mind. Why would he say that to you? He shut his eyes but the scene continued to resolve in front of him. Whether he opened them and stare at the ceiling or shut them close so hard that the headache only got worse, he could still see you hurt. It was if he could physically see the scars he caused you.

It wasn’t just the fact he said it but he feels it- he feels so much tightness inside his body when he thinks of last night; because he cannot remember anything and it feels like that today, the happily you walked to him, smiled, started a normal conversation before he turned it into chaos, the more he thinks something happened between the two of you at that party.

Did something happen?

He didn’t say anything stupid, did he? Or said something as if he loved you... because he didn’t.

James opened his eyes wide and hugged the small red pillow in his arms. He burried his face into it and shut his eyes.

‘ I don’t love her.’ he told himself before his stomach started spinning inside of him. ‘I am not in love with her! We bicker all the time! She hates me. I hate her. And what happened today? She went all mellowdramatic on me. Just because I told her that her boyfriend is nothing but a man whore- which he is. I do not know what she sees on him. She doesn’t know the guy as I do- and she couldn’t stop shouting, knowing I have a headache and that I really wasn’t in the mood.’ he turned on the other side and opened his eyes. ‘She knows when to poke me and she thought she would win an argument yesterday just because I was hungover.’ he turned back on the other side and felt a smirk appear on his lips. ‘ Well, joke’s on her because...’

He thought back on the whole morning and just felt his eyes tear up. He could feel the tightness in his chest as he continued to hear the awful words he spat at you. He knew if the tightness grew... he wouldn’t be able to hold it in anymore. He brought the pillow up to his nose and took a deep breath in. As soon as he did, he could remember you, your childhood, your laugh and your tears. Every year replayed in his head like a movie and he? He cried.

He couldn’t keep it inside himself anymore.

He tried to ignore it.

“I don’t love her.” he kept saying, sobbing into the the pillow before crouching over and continuing to wipe his nose into it.

‘Even if you wouldn’t love her, you still shouldn’t have acted the way you did.’ - someone in his head whispered and he could feel the pressure in his shadow expand to his full head.

He couldn’t hold it in. He kept trying to push it down but the more that he tried, the more it came up.

“Why do I have to fuck up everything!” he bawled, not even caring if he woke up the poor, drooling Sirius next to him. “Why do I fuck up everything that I love?”

All he felt at this moment was a wish to be alone. No Sirius, not anybody... he just wished to be alone.

---

You walked into Astronomy class and saw him sitting behind your desk, alone. You felt your feet melt into the ground until you couldn’t move.

There was something inside of you that just screamed something wasn’t right.

“Come on.” Will took a hold of your hand and pulled you to his desk.

All four James, Sirius, Will and Will’s best friend Davie were called to the office because of the fight. Will explained the reasons why but tried to leave you out of it as much as he could. James was quiet from what Will told you, as well as Davie, who stepped on Will’s side. Sirius, however, did not leave you out and that was why you were called to Slughorn’s office this afternoon.

The professor entered the class and looked at all five of you. “Glad to see the three of you decided to keep your distance from each other. Wouldn’t want another disrespectful assult in my class.” he glared at you, then Will and later at James, who only turned his head to the empty seat beside him.

‘I wish I knew what he was thinking...’ - you caught yourself say in your mind before looking forward and ignoring that same thought.

He hurt you.

He disrespected you.

He embarassed you.

Why do you still care?

But your eyes couldn’t stop glancing at him from time to time. He held his head with his palms, massaging the sides of it and ruffling the hair on top.

He usually did that when he had a migrane and usually, they could get quite bad.

Again, why do you still care?

‘I don’t.’ - you answered yourself, shaking your head and trying to focus on the class.

“Professor?” James raised his hand and leaned back on his chair.

“Yes, Potter?”

“Can I go to Madam Pomfrey? I’m really not feeling quite chipper this morning.”

Chipper. He used that word every time when he had a migrane and the two of you couldn’t hang out because of it. It must have stucked and he must have realized it as well, since he hated the word chipper and he glanced over his shoulder to see you.

His eyes were completely swollen. The glasses might have helped to disguise it but you couldn’t ever not notice James not being himself.

“I don’t remember you having migranes before, Potter.” the professor whipped his voice.

“I haven’t had them for years. I used to have them a lot when I was a kid.” James kept looking at the professor. “I don’t even know why I’m asking you this!?” James snapped and stood up. “I am going to be nineteen soon. I surely do not need your permission to get out of class anymore.” he started gathering his stuff.

“Potter! Watch your mouth!”

But James didn’t much care for what anybody said because his migrane kept increasing by every passing second. The light was only making everything worse and he stumbled across the classroom, holding himself up by the chairs and the desks. “Shit- sorry- pardon me-” he kept saying to anybody he bumped into. He hit his toe into the foot of the desk and cursed under his breath. “Bloody- urghhh!” he grit his teeth, feeling Sirius take his arm and help him up.

“I got you, mate.” said Sirius and tried to lift him up.

James kept his eyes half-closed due to the light but was thankful for Sirius who was there to pick him up as he was falling down. He smiled at him just before locking his eyes with you as they passed your desk.

He could see something inside of them... almost as you were worried for him but he quickly looked away becuase of his guilty conscience.

You hate him. Period.

He knew he messed up. There was no chance anymore that the two of you could ever reconcile and burry the hatchet.

What he forgot to remember wasn’t only the night of your kiss but also the fact that you were a person who cared so much more than she should. Even when people stomped on her, beat her down, made her feel the worst of herself, she could never do the same.

That’s who you were. You were that person who could never be cruel to anybody, no matter how much they have hurt her.

And at situations like this, you felt most naive.

---

James was laying in bed, his head thrown back as the tears kept coming out of his eyes.

It hurt. He almost forgot how much these migranes hurt but as soon as Madam Pomfrey came to the rescue, she numbed the pain and let James rest.

Sirius hasn’t left his side. He sat by and waited for his best mate to get well. His eyes kept watering, his leg kept jumping.

What was happening to him? What was happening to James?

“You look like I died or something.” James smiled at him as Sirius quickly looked up at him, smiling.

“Just planning to take your spot in the Chaser postion- become the only bachelor in Hogwarts.” he joked and James laughed with him. “How are you mate?”

“Like someone threw a boulder at me.”

“Your eyes are completely swollen. Do you think it was an allergy or something?”

James thought of the night he spent on crying but quickly shook the feeling off. “Yeah... maybe... I dunno.”

Sirius knew he was lying to him. He heard him cry all night but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. He didn’t know how to approach someone as much as James did. He wanted to try but he just couldn’t. He didn’t know how to. That was James’ area of expertise.

“Well, Potter. That must have been quite a terrible migrane but it also must have been quite the party.” she looked up at him with a smirk as James flushed red.

“I- uhm- I don’t know what you are talking about, Madam Pomfrey.” James spoke loud and clear.

“I don’t like liars, Potter.” she scolded him. “Whatever you wished not to remember, you should deal with it like Muggle, not take a rememberance potion like an ungraduated witchcraft student.” she continued to scold meanwhile James and Sirius only exchanged a confused look.

“A rememberance potion?”

“Madam Pomfrey, we barely passed Potions. “

“Doesn’t mean you can’t make someone else make it for you.” she continued to say.

“Are you saying it caused a migrane?” James asked, leaning forward as he remembered the night he forgot and the morning that followed.

“I’m saying that it was a memory that became powerfully connected to your emotions. However horrible, erasing a memory that powerful can be more dangerous than just a migrane. It could end in you losing all your memories but becuase it was a poorly made potion, that did not happen. Those can usually just cause irritation, aggression, nasusa, complex of emotions and migranes. Reckon, from what I heard Potter, that it might have been a great possibility for your outburst yesterday and your migrane today. I think, whoever made this potion-” she looked suspiciously at them before giving James two compress, dipped camille tea, on his eyes. ” This is for the swelling but as I was saying; whoever made this potion must have mixed the linden root with the pine root- which is the impossible to do since those are two completely different roots...” she kept talking to herself, moving away from the boys who kept staring at her.

Sirius looked at James, who was lying flat on his back with two compress on each of his eye. “Pads... someone tried to erase my memory.” he said seriously but heard a laughter beside him. “Pads! I’m serious!”

“It’s hard to take you seriously when you look like a woman on her spa treatment.” he continued to laugh as James sat up and threw the camille tea dipped compress out of his way, glaring at him.

“Something happened that night, Pads! And someone doesn’t want me to remember it!”

#james potter #sirius black #james potter imagine #james potter x reader

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Even villains have their lowest moments... even Chisaki

Overhaul/ Chisaki Kai x reader

You got out of the shower and sighed in bliss woth the warm feeling of the vapor and the sweet scent of your shampoo and soap enveloping the environment.

New years eve and you had already passed with some friends and a little with your family, bit what you really wanted now was to have a relaxing rest of night... you weren't interested on big parties anyway so it wasn't a big deal.

Your boyfriend had invited you to pass the event on the yakusa but you explain it your situation to him and surprisingly he agreed.

"That's understandable. I'm not a fan of these huge events either."

Maybe it was passing something om TV that could maybe catch your interest? Maybe even cook something or a take out?

You said it to him you would see him just as early on the other day and that was about it. You noticed the slight hint of dissapointment in his eyes... poor man was trying to convince you to move in with him for at least one month by now...

You sighed with a smile to yourself as you wear it your night clothing and picked a towel to dry, even if just a bit, your hair.

You froozed in fear when you saw a figurine hunched up on the couch of your apartment. You did remember that you HAVEN'T invited anyone over AND that you did lock the door.

You, a yakusa's lover already on guard, slowly went to grab a weapon to defend yourself before you recognized the iconic green jacket with the purple feathers.

"Kai?" You said uncertainty before turning on the lights.

Indeed was him, slightly covered by some snowflakes which were already melting...

He didn't even look up to greet you, he just hummed and stayed with that... empty yet sad look in his usual arrogant and terrifying golden eyes of his.

"H... How did you get in? I thought I locked the door?" You looked at the direction of the entrance of your apartment to see that nothing had changed at least.

You turned back to Kai, whose lifted his gloved hand up, overhauling his own glove before returning nack as a form of response.

Ah... his quirk, you forgot for a second.

"What happened my devil? Didn't wanted to be social on that gathering?" You joked, feeling more at ease since Chisaki was here.

"... I wasn't feeling on my best." He said numbly, not even breaking his gaze with the floor as you hesitantly sitted besides him.

You hummed in understatement before you looked around in nervousness, anything that could make you break that thin yet strong barrier of your stubborn boyfriend's... emotions.

"Do you want something? Like... tea or anything at all?"

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment in thought before he sighed 'tea' tiredly as he placed his elbows on his open legs.

"Tea it is." You smiled at hik for a moment before making your way to your small kitchen.

Without you noticing, Chisaki watched you from the coner of his eyes dissapering from the room...

Dammit...

"So~ I hope you don't mind if it is chamo-" you stopped talking as soon as you noticed that Kai was still in the same place, this time without his jacket on, but rubbing his arms... stoic face always present.

"Something dirty?" You placed down the cups on the coffee table as you looked around "I swear I cleaned this thing just the day before yester-"

"Is not." He said harshly and irritatedly "Is only... cold." He scoffed when you got out of the room and soon flinched at the contact of some material being placed on his shoulders.

"Is only a blanket mister, calm down!" You giggled putting your hands up in the air in defence, receiving another scoff from his as he reached for his cup.

You soon sitted down besides him again, keeping your distance, happily picking on your own cup and savoring his sweetness and warm.

He stared at the cup and furrowed his eyebrows, like he was looking at something in pure disgust and hatred, before he took a tentative sip.

"So... something happened? You don't usually comes in here... especially when it's snowing outside."

"I already told you." He said in annoyance before taking another sip and placing down his cup.

Woah... the tea was gone.

"How..?" You said still staring at the cup in awe... that thing was hot.

"If you don't drink it while it's hot, then its not tea." He said in a manner of a fact tone of voice as he layed his back on the couch and shifeted a bit as he stared numbly at his front.

"Not just as comfortable as yours huh? I know." You said giggling, receiving a... wait, hurted look?

He looked in complete... defeat. He was not looking at your eyes bit the meaning of that sounded like a silent plea for you to help him... even despite his annoyed look.

"Kai? Seriously... I'm worried. What happened?" Hee sighed again annoyingly before looking at you with only cold eyes.

"I already said it. Want me to rub on your face or say it out loud for every neighborhood of yours hear?" He said darkly, glaring down at you.

You sighed in hopeless and layed your back on the couch as well, staring at the ceiling...

It was difficult when you wanted to help someone but that person didn't accepted any kind of it... especially when you loved this stubborn man.

"... I... I didn't wanted to be by myself." He suddenly said between teeths, catching your attention quickly.

"By yourself? Wasn't Pops and Chrono at least there?"

"I... honestly don't know what happened. They were there, yes, but... I just felt so numb and... empty. Before I knew it I lefted the house..." he said while arching his back a little to the front while he placed his forearms back to his knee's.

"I... was walking, and felt a huge... disgusting feeling on my chest... I just remembered them, out of all people... after so many years, they still somehow sticked to my head and how I end up taking one of their lifes away and a-and..." he sighed before he placed one of his gloved hands in his hair while he regained his thought.

Them... his biological parents...

You knew already about it, and just as he asked for it, never commented on the issue... for his own sake, it was a dead topic... a taboo.

"... then I thought about you... I wanted to see you, hear your voice and touch... touch angel, what the hell is wrong with me?" He burried his face on his hands while breathing in slowly.

You scotted closer and tapped his shoulder slightly, luckily he send you a one side look of distrust before you opened your arms slightly.

"You know... sometimes even the toughest need some comfort. Do you want a hug?"

He, by instinct, scoffed and looked at the ground again before spilling his words like acid.

"You dare to pity me? Don't you know who I am (Y/n)? I don't need a stupid form of-"

"I don't remember asking if you needed one Kai. I asked if you wanted one, but if you don't that's completely fine, not like anyone could force you onto sometjing anyway. " You said gently, lowering your arms down to your legs as you stared at those golden eyes of his.

He looked at you lifting one of his eyebrows up before sighing in defeat, hesitantly and awkwardly opening a bit his arms while muttering how ridiculous this was.

You gently embraced him and brought him close, noticing how his breath had catched and how his muscles tensed at the contact...

This warmth of yours... the scent... the cleaniest and purest person he ever met... all of this was so overwhelming and... new.

Ever since you came into his life you were like a open door for new things for him... emotions and feelings he thought he was never going to have or feel...

He was grateful to the yakusa until his death, but despite having certain adoration of Pops, the elder never gave much... this type of affection to him.

It was different, sweet but not nauseous; scary but not terrifying...

Before he knew it one or two tears had escaled from his eyes as he sniffled in disgust.

Shit.

"Kai?" You looked up at him in worry before he rather abruptly pushed you back to him as he burried his face on the crook of your neck.

You were going to find him disgusting and a waste of human being? Surely. But all he wanted now was to feel that security and warm for him to let out his frustations... even if it was for one time.

The gentle scratches of your nails in his scalp were what bromen him completly...

You shushed him and rocked a little both of you in the couch in a failed attempt to calm the poor man down.... This never ever happened before so to say you were worried as hell it was a understatement...

"Hey... it's okay." You shushed gently before carresing tje nack of his head gently "Overhaul~?" You tried using his other name that he chosed to see if it catched his main attention but you were shocked at him mumbling depressingly on your neck.

"Don't. Don't call me that." He said while sniffing a bit.

"What? Bu-"

"I don't want to be Overhaul now, hell I don't want to be nobody... I just want this stupid disgusting feeling to go away!" He wailed angrily as he agressivly wiped his tears away while his other hand still holded you close.

"You broked me dammit... y-you... please angel just fix it... fix this, please..." he cried silently on your neck while you still carresed his back and hair, up and down.

"I'm sorry my knight..." you mumbled, with your on tears on your face...

It didn't take long for him to calm down... Thankfully you had only chamomile tea... thankfully.

You slowly slide your fingers through his neck to the back of his head to take of the usual mask he always used... surprisingly not even flinched away... the maximun was him only turning his head a bit.

"I apologize... this must have been a side effect of a illn-"

"Kai... you know I love you, right?" He didn't respond... merely sighed through his nose tiredly.

You knew how this was difficult for him... so you never pried to get a response each time... it wasn't needed when he expressed in his others ways that he loved you...

"... angel I think I lost all the water in my system." You stiffed a giggle as you nuzzled your nose in his soft dark brow hair affectionately.

He rubbed his eyes withe heel of his palm before getting out of your embrace only to pick a cushion to place in your legs to lay on it right after.

"My head hurts..." he gave you a response for your silent question as you smiled down at him in oure adoration, he opened one of his eyes to look at you and acoffed slightly before closing them again.

You didn't miss that blush of his.

"Maybe if I turn off the lights will it make ot better?"

"... will you have to get up to do this?"

"Nope. I can reach it from here."

"Then do it already." He sighed in false annoyance, getting that the cushion wasn't helping before taking it off to lay directly on your legs. "Thank god you showered." He murmured with eyes closed.

"Im a clean person." You giggled before carresing his head a little, noticing the frow on his forehead forming whenever you stoped your actions.

Lights off you rook a look at the clock om your wall and noticed it only was 2 minutes left for start a new year... Remembering the fireworks, you carresed with your thumb the jaw of your boyfriend, getting him to slowly open his eyes again, already irritaded that you disturbed his peace.

"Sorry." You said after seing his annoyed look "But very soon is gling to be the new year and the fireworks will start... didn't want you to wake up from that."

He looked at the window and sighed before laying his head slightly on your tummy, enjoying the warmth.

"How many time is left?" He groggily spoked.

"Hm... now 20 seconds."

"... then lets count."

You smiled down at him in pure joy when he uncrossed one of his arms to pick one of your hands and place a gentle kiss on it.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6..." you said already looking at your window eargly.

"5, 4, 3, 2... one." Chisaki said monotonously before the sounds of fireworks errupted and the dark sky of the nighy was enveloped by billions of colors.

Without you noticing, Chisaki looked up at your face, iluminated by the fireworks at the distance...

He smirked and closed his eyes again, not caring in the slightest about the fireworks show... he was in the arms of angel, what else could he ask for?

"Ne? Kai?" He growled in response... a rather talkative angel for his sake...

"Can I lay down too? My legs are already feeling numb, and also I can see the fireworks show without having a pain on my neck after."

"... we are on your couch." He groaned in false irritation.

"It fits!"

"...fine brat, whatever. Just shut your mouth. Is late."

You layed happily on your boyfriend's shoulder and soon got lulled to sleep from the comforting acent of his cologne.

Chisaki gave you a last look before shooking his head in disbelief, smilling, and kissing the tip of his finger to place it shortly after in the tip of your nose.

"Happy new year (Y/n)... thanks... for everthing."

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hyukiee · 3 years

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chapter 3: fate

warnings: drugs, drinking, gun mention, smut but not really lol

i’m always open to feedback again, this is my first story. i really wanted to put in smut but i feel like i’m terrible at it and just wasn’t happy with what i wrote so i left it out. i hope you still enjoy <3

“Hotel party tonight?” Julian smirked at you entering the elevator of the nearest hotel. “I thought you were wanting this to be a sober weekend?” “You’ve been teasing me all day, fuck sobriety.” He pretended to be angry by harshly pressing the button for level 5, using you as a excuse but you knew well that it took all his self control to stay sober this long. Your always down for a party but you couldn’t forget about Taehyung right beside you. This could successfully scare him away like you wanted but your starting to enjoy his silent company, just a little. “You should invite your members,” it was almost embarrassing how much you had to break your neck to look at his face. “I don’t think they would want to join but I can see.” You hate how easily you melt under men. Stupid daddy issues. All he did was smile down at you sweetly. You cleared your throat and looked ahead of you, ignoring how he made your heart skip a beat. You definitely need a drink, or two, or ten.

“Taehyung-ah, where did you go? You worried us but Namjoon said he saw you talking to a pretty girl so we’ve just been waiting to hear from you,” Jimin pouted through the phone making Taehyung laugh. “I’m with the pretty girl, she wanted me to invite you guys to this hotel party. I thought you and Jungkook would be the only ones interested.” “Ahh, you thought very correctly hyung, send the address and meet us.” Jimin hung up the call quickly. Jesus, excited much? Taehyung didn’t really want to invite them, he knows he’ll get yelled at by the end of the night. There’s bound to be a lot of illegal things going on but he liked the idea of them meeting you. He couldn’t deny all the feelings you made him feel touching him or even just looking up at him. “Are they coming?” You spoke quietly coming out of the room into the hallway. “Just two of them, their our youngest members, they should be here soon.” “Ok, come in and help us set everything up.” Just looking at you, no one would ever assume you did the things that you do. Maybe that’s why he’s crazy enough to look past it. Everything about you was pure and innocent looking. Any man would be stupid to not want to give you the world. This isn’t going to end well for him, not with these thoughts. But god, he couldn’t care less.

“Just a fair warning, there’s going to be people with drugs and probably guns. Just stick around me or Julian and you’ll be fine, no one is trying to hurt you. Actually, take a drink,” You tried to prepare Taehyung the best you could. It would be impossible for him to not make him stick out but maybe some alcohol will help. “You almost seem more nervous than me,” he chuckled taking the beer you offered, slightly touching your hand. “Yeah, I need drugs, let’s go get your friends first,” you continued to ignore Taehyung’s gaze, you couldn’t handle how he stared at you. “No drugs around the members, please,” he grabbed your wrist once again, stopping you from walking ahead of him. You don’t do favors but you know his group is far from the type to be okay with this situation. One favor wouldn’t hurt you. You nodded, accidentally getting lost in his eyes before he suddenly put his arm around you and started walking. “Jimin and Jungkook are major flirts, let them see us like this, it will save you a night of cringe pick up lines.” God, he could probably feel your racing heart from your shoulders. You’ve lacked this type of skin touch for so long. You prayed he wouldn’t look down and see your beat red cheeks the whole way down to the main lobby.

You didn’t understand how a group of men could be so attractive. Jimin had pink hair and the most beautiful plump lips. He was pretty short though, you can’t complain being as short as you are but you prefer taller men, like Taehyung. Jungkook looked like the definition of a tease. He had a dark-ish style that you could get on your knees for but no matter how attractive they were, they couldn’t top how Taehyung made you feel with his arm around you. “It’s really nice to meet you two, i’m sorry for stealing Taehyung from you. We’re on level 5 and we also have a lot of drinks by the pool.” “Wahh, your korean is very good! Where did you find her hyung?” You couldn’t take a compliment for the life of you. You could feel yourself curling up against Taehyung, it made him smile as he gave you a quick glance. “It might be fate, I haven’t decided yet.”

The more your with Taehyung and the more you drink, the more you just want to get alone with him. You haven’t even thought about running off to go do drugs with the dealers you know are here. That hasn’t happened in a long time, it’s dangerous. This isn’t going to end well for either of you but the alcohol in your system makes not give a damn in the slightest. “So, are you having fun?” You can’t deny you get very talkative when you drink, it makes you self conscious when your around people you give a fuck about but the heat in between your legs was enough to hide your concern of over talking. “I am actually,” Taehyung said with a smile, looking down at you, grabbing your hand. “Thank you for bringing me along,” you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, “Are you drunk?” “Just a little,” His words slurred a little and your now noticing his pink tinted cheeks and permanent smile. He’s holding your hand, it’s such a innocent gesture that has your knees weak. “Should we get our own room?” You our on your innocent smile that is known to make everyone do what you want. You know you give off that innocent vibe and you use it to your advantage a lot. “Are you seducing me right now?” “I’d actually prefer it if you seduced me,” you both help eye contact with each other as Taehyung let go of your hand to put his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “Oh really? Let me get us a room then. Maybe I can finally show you i’m not as innocent as you picture me.” Taehyung whispered in your ear, that smile still stuck on his face.

You wobbled yourself inside the room, almost regretting taking those extra shots while Taehyung was in the main lobby. “Y/n,” Taehyung spoke calmly as he placed his hand around your waist turning you to him. “You’re pretty drunk, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” you almost forgot he was a good guy. Your face almost dropped tears hearing him show some self control. Although, Taehyung is perfect in every way... that’s not your type. You lean towards guys that use you for drugs, sex, whatever it is but not Taehyung. “No, fuck me, please,” he let out a laugh after you desperately placed your hands on his cheeks. Taehyung suddenly grabbed your thighs and picked you up almost effortlessly, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist before he layed you on the bed. He stared into your eyes for a moment before gently placing his lips on yours. Time became non-existent as you focused on his lips. Everything was happening slowly and calm, nothing you wouldn’t expect from the literal angel from heaven. You don’t prefer the vanilla scene but you already mentioned the daddy issues right? Taehyung makes you forget all about it though, with those lips that create the cutest smile. Your sweet thoughts came to an immediate stop when Taehyung harshly slapped his hand on your ass, lightly gripping it. “Don’t start thinking i’m soft in bed, your thoughts are predictable but I don’t play that way,” he smirked at you gripping your ass again, leaving you in complete shock. “This is gonna be a long night,” you whispered with a smile. You smiled. Not one you faked to make everyone comfortable, it was genuine. “Good thinking,” Taehyung smiled back before burrying his face in your neck.

You haven’t looked yet but you know you have hickeys everywhere with a mix of some hand marks and just the thought puts a permanent smile on your face. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” Taehyung whispered wrapping his arm around your waist making you the little spoon. “Me neither,” you laughed. His body fit perfectly against yours. He might of been right when he said meeting you might be fate. Fate. You believe everything happens for a reason, it helped you decide you were destined to just fail. If this is fate your either going to ruin Taehyung or he will ruin you. Happy ending don’t happen for you, cliche but deadly true. Even though your very aware of this, you want to just live in the moment. Enjoy having him wrapped around you even though the bed will be empty eventually. The only sound in the room was both of yours breathing, calmly until a phone started ringing. Taehyung sat up and looked at his phone to see Jimin’s name on his screen. “Ah, I should go make sure their alright,” he looked at you, obviously guilty for leaving you already. “I’ll be back,” he whispered while gently caressing your thigh. “Okay.”

Taehyung now officially regrets bringing Jimin and Jungkook. They were insanely drunk, they didn’t even realize the type of people they were hanging around with. That’s good for him because he won’t get yelled at but it doesn’t change the fact that he had to practically drag two grown men up to a room right across from yours. “Hyungggg, y/n is so pretty. She looks a little familiar though.. have we seen her before?” “No kookie, just go to sleep, don’t get up until your sober, i’ll be in the room across from you. There’s water on the counter and some medicine-“ He stopped talking when he heard their heavy breathing. Their asleep. Taehyung sighed rubbing his forehead before quietly sneaking back into your room. You’re asleep too. He sighed again before carefully going back into the spot he was happily in before. “I think i’m going to fall in love with you but if it’s fate that’s okay right? I hope so.”

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withasideofeggsy · 5 years

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Are You Open to the Idea of Nude Modeling? :: Sweet Pea Imagine

Drawing by yours truly.

Summary: Transferring to Riverdale high wasn’t easy for Sweet Pea and when he meets an eccentric art student it gets all that much more difficult to settle into the school. It was easy to deal with the Bulldogs who were constantly trying to pick fights with him and his friends so why was it so hard to deal with a single girl who kept pestering him to explore the world of nude modeling?

Word count: 12K

Warnings: Coarse language, humiliation, bullying, sexual references

Author’s note: I haven’t written anything in over a year so of course I find the weeks nearing the end of my thesis to start writing for something no one asked for LOL. And since I’m terrible with finishing pieces in chapters I MADE THIS MONSTROSITY.

I skid to a stop at the entrance of Riverdale high right as the first warning alarm sounded. With a yawn I step onto the tail of my skateboard so it met with my hand midway. Holding the metal bearing on the wheels I push through the front doors to find myself engulfed amongst the mob of students. I could hear the rowdy hollers coming down the halls, unmistakably belonging to the Bulldogs. Unlike everyone else it was way too early for me to have my curiosity peaked by their commotion, so without a glance in their direction I weave my way through the hoard to get to my locker absentmindedly trading my board for the thick math textbook. As I began to walk to my morning class Kevin fell in step with me.

“Good morning [Y/N]!” he smiles.

I quirk a brow at him as I notice that there was a slight bounce in his step, “Did you get laid or something? What got you so cheery this Monday morning?” I laugh.

Kevin scoffs, “Oh god I wish!” he dreamily sighs as he tugs on the collar of his sweater, “But I have high hopes now with the Serpents transferring here.”

I tilt my head in confusion and he laughs rolling his eyes, “You got to get your head out of the clouds once in a while! Didn’t you hear the commotion? The Bulldogs were going bat shit crazy in some weird protest about the Serpents transferring.”

I gasped opening the classroom’s door for the both of us, “Oh right! Yes!”

Kevin wipes a mock tear as he plops down at the desk beside me, “Goodbye my dear friend, I guess I won’t be seeing you around now since your best friend is back.”

Laughing I shake my head, “That isn’t true, besides, Jughead’s probably too busy showing his friends around or protecting them from…well, everyone here. So you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” I muse with a smile.

Math class was a blur.

I couldn’t focus on the blackboard and scratchy white numbers plaguing the surface so I decide to take a nap. Opening my textbook I burry my head into the crevice and successfully dozed off. However, I awake with a jolt as someone tapped my shoulder.

I yell, “TWENTY FOUR!”

The class erupted in laughter and the teacher shook his head with a sigh, “Sleeping again are we, Miss. [Y/L/N]? I would give you detention like last time but you just ended up sleeping there too.”

Blood flushes to my cheeks as I mumble out an apology a waiting for him to return to his lesson. When he finally does, I whip around to see the culprit who exposed me. There sat a new face. The olive skin boy clad in leather stifles a laugh with his knuckles but the smile crept into his eyes.

He composes himself terribly and slides his hand away from his mouth, displaying his perfect pearly whites in a grin, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to ask if you had a pencil I could borrow.”

I try hard to hold a stern face but an airy laugh escapes past my lips, “How in the world can you forget to bring a pencil on your first day of school?” I tease passing him my pencil.

The cute boy grins taking the pencil from my fingers, “I’m Fangs.”

I smile turning back around. Noticing without fail Kevin’s gapping mouth at the boy who sat behind me for the remainder of the class.

Finally the only class that I looked forward to: art class. I made my way into the classroom and was welcomed by the faint scent of acrylic paint. Grabbing a canvas from the rack I place it on the easel and began setting up my workspace. It was quiet as I move the jars of paint from my cubby to a small table that sat beside my easel. Until two sets of heavy boots echo in the empty room.

A familiar voice calls out, “Hey twenty four!”

Without lifting my head to meet his gaze I shake my head with a small laugh, “Don’t tell me you forgot an eraser now, Buffy.”

The male outwardly giggles making his way over to where I stood. I finally look up only to see Fangs accompanied by a much taller, darker, and handsome companion. My curious eyes meet his and he glowers down at me with a snarl before facing his friend, “You’re already cozying up with the Northsider trash?” he says exposing his perfectly sculpted profile for me. To the slope of his nose, plump lips, chiselled jaw, and the ink that hugged his thick neck, it was evident that god definitely spent extra time on him.

Fangs open his mouth to say something but before he could, I beat him to it, “Fuck, you’re beautiful!” I exclaim.

The tall male whips his face in my direction and his eyes widen to the size of saucers as I step forward to grab his face in my hands. Mesmerized, I tilt his head around carefully with the pads of my fingers so I could get a better look at his features. Satisfied, I squished his cheeks with the palm of my hands, “Are you open to the idea of nude modeling?”

“W-Wha?!” he splutters taking a step back and tempting to cover his dusted pink cheeks with his hand that was adorning multiple rings.

“Oh! Look at that!” I muse grabbing his hand, “Your body proportions, face, and even fingers are perfection. Seriously, it would be a waste if you don’t.”

He flinches, retracting his hand to his face as if I burned him. Fangs finally broke out from shock and laughs hard enough to draw tears. He clutches his stomach with one hand while the other flailed around slapping his flustered friend’s back.

“Yeah Sweet Pea! Don’t let god’s work be in vain,” Fangs wheeze clutching the tall male’s shoulder for support.

Before I could comment on his adorable name, students start flooding into the room. Judging by how he played with the helm of his leather jacket and how he chewed on his bottom lip, I could tell he was trying to compose himself to keep up with his scary bad boy rep. Which I understood, so I gave him a break and sat down in my seat. Fangs and Sweet Pea follow suit taking a seat beside me.

The teacher gives us an assignment brief and we were off to work on our own devices. The class goes by relatively smoothly, most likely due to the fact that the art kids usually didn’t care much about gossip regarding the new additions to our class seeing that we were usually the weirdoes of Riverdale high anyways, of course along side the typical nerds.

I look away from my canvas to steal a glance at Sweet Pea who was intently mixing colours on a palette. Oh gosh, he was so cute. Sweet Pea suddenly looks up and meets my gaze, his cheeks burning red as he forcibly looks away to aggressively apply his newly mixed paint onto his canvas. Drifting away from Sweet Pea’s, probably not intentional, abstract piece, I look over to Fang’s canvas. I burst out laughing but thankfully no one paid much mind as they were absorbed in their own conversations and music. On Fang’s canvas was a poorly drawn stick figure in the “draw me like one of your French girls” pose with an arrow pointing to the figure with “Sweet Pea” roughly scribbled in a fat paintbrush. However, my laugh did catch the attention of the said male so when he looked up from his own canvas he also saw Fang’s masterpiece. His nose scrunches up as he playfully punches Fang in the shoulder as he did nothing to defend himself but laugh hysterically.

“That could be us but you playin,” I sing making sure to catch Sweet Pea’s gaze before turning away.

He scoffs rolling his eyes, “Yeah, in your dreams perv.”

I smile, “Oh yeah, you will definitely be in my dreams beanstalk,” I say teasingly.

Sweet Pea opens his mouth, but before he could make another snarky remark the bell rings signalling for lunch. Everyone hustles to clean up as I continue to work on my painting. Bidding farewell to my new acquaintances results in a cheery “see ya!” from Fangs and a mere glance from Sweet Pea. However, despite his cold shoulder and his understandable despise for the Northside I was determined to get him to model for me.

Sweet Pea’s POV

Fangs and I made it to the rendezvous spot, Jughead’s locker.

Jughead raises a brow at me as I sigh and lean against a locker, “Someone gave you a hard time Sweet Pea?”

Fangs answers for me but not without letting out a snort, “Yup.”

I groan, “I just met the weirdest girl in my art class.”

Toni wiggles her eyebrows and nudges my stomach teasingly, “Is she cute?”

“Kinda,” I shrug, “I mean she’s okay for a Northsider.”

With that Jughead tries to stifle a laugh, “You probably met [Y/N]. Did she ask if you would be interested in nude modeling for her?”

The blood rises to my face once again for the third time today, “Yes! Does she do that to everyone?”

Jughead smirks at my flustered state, “No, only to the really handsome guys. Okay, this is important. Did she call you handsome or beautiful?”

I chuckle proudly, “She actually called me perfection.”

Toni bursts out laughing throwing herself at Fangs, “Do you hear this?!”

Fangs nodded enthusiastically, “I was there man!!! It was so fucking hilarious! You should’ve seen Pea’s face it was priceless.”

I glare at the two buffoons I deem my best friends.

Jughead sucks in a sharp breath as he nervously readjusts his beanie, “Perfection, huh? You are in some deep shit just a heads up. She only ever called one person that before you,” he says trying to keep a stoic face but the twitch at the corner of his lips shows his enthusiasm regarding the whole situation, “She’s going to be after your naked ass.”

I scratch my cheek, “She scares me,” I confess before breaking into a shit eating grin, “And honestly I kinda like it.”

Toni wipes the tears from her eyes, “Oh my god Pea! What the fuck!” she exclaims still hysterically laughing.

Jughead shakes his head still amused as ever, probably the most amused I’ve seen him ever, “Trust me. You have every right to be scared, my dad is still shaken up.”

“FP?” Fangs questions loudly before I could.

He nods, “Yup,” he says popping the ‘p’, “I never seen him make an excuse about Serpent business and dipping so quick. She pestered him for WEEKS saying how he was perfection and how god spent extra time on him,” Jughead explains half out of breath from laughing so hard.

All of us burst out laughing harder if that was even physically possible seeing that Toni and Fangs already had tears streaming down their faces. We only stop when our stomachs start to cramp and growl from hunger. Jughead cocks his head to the cafeteria, “Come on, I’m starving. And don’t worry [Y/N] spends her lunch break in the art room you will be safe Mr. Perfection.”

I roll my eyes at his newfound nickname that I know without a doubt would be used for the rest of the week. Walking into the cafeteria and taking a big waft of the food I found myself pretty excited. The food smells so much better than the slop we were served at Southside high, and I would never admit it but I was excited to see if I had any remaining classes with the weird art girl after lunch.

Your POV

Tilting my head inspecting the canvas I nod with satisfaction. Not bad. Looking at the clock on the wall I notice that I still had about half an hour left for lunch so I quickly clean up thinking that I should be there to at least see Jughead on his first day back. Slipping into the cafeteria I make a beeline for the food grabbing the last plate of mashed potatoes and an apple juice. Holding my tray I purse my lips as I scan the cafeteria for the familiar beanie. But I found him relatively immediately seeing that he sat at a long table occupied by all black leather jacket wearing students. As I near the group and a few of them look up with a bit of hostility in their eyes but I didn’t mind, transferring to a new school in the middle of the semester is tough I get it. I stand right behind Jughead and snatch the beanie off his head, “Hey!” he exclaims. Immediately a few chairs screech loudly as some Serpents stood up from their seat ready to defend their friend. Ignoring them I plop down between Jughead and a pink haired girl.

“HEY! Back at ya,” I yell as he flashes me a smile.

“God I definitely don’t miss you at all [Y/N],” he says sarcastically snatching his hat back.

The pink haired girl pipes up, “Wait. You’re [Y/N]?”

I turn to face her with a smile, “That’s me. I guess Jug’s been talking about me. All good things I hope?”

Jughead scoffs, “I wouldn’t say ALL good things since you came up in our discussion on how you were harassing our little Pea over there.”

“Huh?” I ask following the direction of his craned neck. There sat Sweet Pea.

I giggle, “Oh! You know beanstalk! Is this about the whole nude thing? I’m a professional I swear! I’m not going to molest you or anything,” I try explaining, “Oh…and if you’re worried about the size of your junk I promise I can draw you bigger than you are – to your ideals even!”

“That’s not the point!” the tall male stutters, “God…” he mumbles as his cheeks grew pink.

His group of friends start to laugh. Ignoring him I took over to the giggling Fangs who sat beside his friend who shrank in embarrassment, “Hey Buffy.”

“Hey…” he says in dumbfound awe.

“What did you tell them?” I immediately accuse my best friend who just stifles a laugh.

“Just told them that you harassed my dad,” he simply says popping a fry into his mouth.

I burst out laughing, “Hey! Mr. Jones was totally down. He said he wouldn’t though because YOU would be embarrassed if the whole town saw his naked butt.”

“Oh my god, you are the best!” the pink haired female said, “I’m Toni Topaz by the way.”

I smile at her, “Nice to meet you Toni!”

Before we could delve into a conversation the bell rang. With a sigh I pick up my empty tray, “Off to English.”

Toni smiles brightly, “I’ve got English too! Wanna head there together?”

I return her smile, “That sounds great.”

Exchanging a few goodbyes to Jughead and his friends before splitting ways. Toni keeps close to my side as we navigate through the crowded halls filled with students scurrying to their own classes. We make small talk mainly consisting of asking her how she was keeping up with her first day of school. Everything was going great we even found two seats at the back of the classroom but to get there of course we had to pass by Cheryl, who sat at the front and centre without fail in every class.

“Hello outcasts, it seems like a snake and a untalented sloth can be friends,” the ginger muses.

I roll my eyes, “It’s not my fault you can’t accept that your nose looks weird. I drew what I saw and it’s not my problem that you weren’t happy with it,” I explain matter-of-factly.

I hear an “Ooof,” whistle past Toni’s lips who stood behind me.

The redhead rolls her eyes in return, effectively shutting her up for the time being. I plop down in my seat as Toni takes her respective one beside me. Immediately after settling in she leans on the palm of her hand, her body completely facing me, “So tell me what that was all about.”

Letting out a small noise that was between a laugh and a scoff, “We were partnered up for a portrait drawing exercise last semester and she got mad because apparently I got her nose wrong,” while explaining I dug through my bag to pull out my sketchbook to show her the page with the infamous Blossom’s face on it.

The pink haired girl hums, “Looks pretty on point to me, especially the nose,” she smiles.

“That’s what I said!” I exclaim with a laugh.

“But hey you’re really talented. Do you mind if I take a look through the rest of your sketchbook?”

I pass her my most prized possession that I had, “Sure. And no worries there aren’t any nudes in there. I haven’t found someone who was willing to do that for me yet,” I say with a disappointed sigh.

After Toni flips through each page carefully that mostly consisted of Jughead and sometimes Betty sprawled over the sheets she passes the sketchbook back to me, “They’re amazing! Are you sure you want to waste your talent on Sweet Pea?” she jokes.

I nod in all seriousness, “He is absolute perfection. His Olympian proportions would be wasted if they aren’t spread on a canvas for the world to see.”

Toni’s eyes widen in amusement and she covers her mouth holding back a loud laugh so we don’t get in trouble by the teacher, “If that’s what you really want then okay. I never seen anyone get Sweets flustered before and I’m honestly living for it. I’ll help you convince him into modeling for you.”

My eyes widen as the biggest smile broke onto my face, “Really!? Thank you so much Toni! You have no idea how much that means to me!”

I spent the rest of the English sketching out Toni’s profile as she paid attention to the teacher.

The next day

I found myself oddly excited for school even though it was just a Tuesday, which is usually a little too early to be excited in the week seeing that the weekend is so far away. But something with the Serpents showing up to the school is nice, something new and new to look at and draw.

In math I ended up successfully staying awake, much to the approval of my teacher. However, he didn’t need to know that I was focussing on the swishing of my pen as I drew Fangs.

In art class it was the most fun since I got to bug the said boy and his giant of a friend counterpart. Which to my disappointment the latter still refused my offer to fulfill his meaning in life.

And lunch was different. Instead of hiding out in the art room which was of habit after Jughead transferred away, I found myself following Fangs and Sweet Pea to join them at their table. I guess it was nice to spend more time with Jughead and finally have friends. I especially enjoyed talking to Toni about everything and anything.

However, everything turned for the worse nearing the end of the day. I leave the science lab making my way to my locker to pack up to go home when I hear a commotion near the student lounge. Intrigued I make my way over there to see the Serpents and Bulldogs at each other’s throats. Mainly Sweet Pea and Reggie Mantle.

“You think you can just invade our school like some disease and tag your logo everywhere?” Reggie yells shoving Pea in the chest.

Sweet Pea shoves the shorter male back, “It wasn’t us you fucktard. You did this to frame us!”

I cock a brow at all the students who had their phones out snapping pictures of the ground where a huge serpent tag as painted on top of the existing Riverdale high logo. I tilt my head curiously and walk right between the boys who started throwing punches. They stop mid brawl out of confusion as I crouch right before the emblem on the floor, studying it.

“Hm…beanstalk here is right. You yeasty doggos did it,” I say matter-of-factly before standing back up to look at Reggie and the rest of the jocks who stood closely behind him.

“Excuse me?” he growls out taking a step toward me.

I smile and pointed at the Bottom of the snake tag, “I believe if a Serpent had done this they would’ve at least gotten their emblem correct. It’s a dual headed snake, a head at each end of its body, but this guy right here only got one.”

Reggie flicks my forehead causing me to stumble back and I couldn’t help but notice the growl that left Sweet Pea as he inches forward. Reggie gets up into my personal space and tilts my chin up, “Since when have you’ve been so involved with these snakes? Oh! Is it because they are finally getting you laid because everyone here refuses to fuck you, you freak!” he bursts out laughing causing the rest of the Northside student body to do so as well.

I roll my eyes slapping his hand away from my chin, “First, off. You have to be utterly stupid or blind to not notice that detail of their emblem,” I gesture to the leather clad students, “Considering that these guys literally display it on their backs all day. Maybe you can take your head out of your ass so you can take a look around your surroundings, I think it would do you good. And second, I apologize if I offended you by not asking you to model for me. I just don’t really see anything special there, sorry,” I explain genuinely.

The serpents end up laughing at Reggie’s face causing him to shove me harshly out of spite. It all happened so quick, Jughead grabs my arm to steady me as Sweet Pea decks Reggie in the face, “Don’t fucking touch her!” he shouts just as Reggie throws a punch back into Sweet Pea’s face.

My heart beats rapidly and I could feel the blood rushing to me cheeks, someone stood up for me. I watch in complete awe as the mass of boys start to gravitate together, ready to fight. Luckily, it was cut short as Principle Weatherbee bellows over the crowd, “Enough! Miss. [Y/L/N] is right. I didn’t think it’s possible but… Bulldogs clean up your mess!” he yells gesturing to the floor, “And you, Serpents, no gang related in duos while on school premises so as of today you are to leave your jackets at home. If I see that logo of yours you will be suspended!”

An argument breaks out between Weatherbee and the Serpents as they refuse the newly implemented dress code but they couldn’t do much since he was the principle. The crowd quickly disperses and I stand there awkwardly not knowing what to do with myself after the burst of confidence to stand up to the Bulldogs. I hear a sigh coming beside me and I look up to see Jughead, “I can’t believe you did that [Y/N] they’re going to make your life harder than they already do.”

I shrug, “I guess it’s hard to stand around and watch others get picked on when you know how that feels y’know?” I shyly confess picking at my cheek.

The beanie clad boy smiles pulling me into a tight embrace, “Thank you [Y/N], for standing up for me…us.”

Toni and Fangs quickly agree and transforms the embrace into a group hug.

I let out a breathy laugh as they squeeze the air out of my lungs, pulling away I gesture to Sweet Pea who awkwardly stood a foot away, “I mean I got to keep my golden model out of – WHAT THE FUCK!” I scream noticing the purple bruising skin decorating his eye.

I grab his face pulling him down to my height to inspect his black eye, “NO! My baby! Your face!” I cry devastated hugging his head, “I’m going to fucking kill Reggie!”

Sweet Pea chuckles pulling back so we held eye contact, “It’ll heal. And when it does maybe,” he pauses with a sigh, “I can be your model – clothed model. But maybe if you take me out on a date I would consider going topless. How about that?”

I smile nodding continuously, “Yes! Yes, I thousand times yes!”

That was the first time I saw his face soften, he lets the corner of his lip tug up slightly, “I’m only doing it because you did that for the Serpents. And I’m not one to not return favours.”

Giggling I pull him into a tight embrace, “Whatever, I’ll take it!”

He returns the hug.

Friday of the following week

“So…” I trail off leaning beside Sweet Pea’s locker, “Your eye is about healed. Are we still on?” I ask coolly trying my best to hide my excitement just in case he reveals to me that it was all a joke.

He places his math texture onto the top shelf of his locker before turning around giving me a view of his smirk, “We’re still on, as long as my pants stay on too.”

I giggle, “Yeah…I think I can do that – for today anyway. Seeing that it’s your first time modelling I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to end up looking constipated in my piece.”

The smirk continues to stay on his plump lips, “Just so you know, my resting face is up in that alley. Don’t blame me if I look constipated.”

A shy smile found its way on my own lips, “You don’t give yourself enough credit. I think your resting face is more smouldery than you think,” I say brushing my hair behind my ear as I led the way to the still life drawing studio.

Sweet Pea makes his way up on the large pedestal and sat himself down on the stool making him still look like a huge looming mass even though he was seated. He watches me as I readjust the light source making sure it illuminated all the perfect features of his face. Taking a step back I look up at him and I couldn’t help but to admire him even more as the light and shadows enhanced all his already stunning features. Satisfied I take a seat on a stool that sat in front of the pedestal with my sketchbook and pencil in hand.

He clears his throat awkwardly, “So…what do you want me to do?” he mumbles looking at the lamp.

I hum tapping my pencil against my chin, “Honestly you’re perfect as is. You can keep looking at the light. But of course not directly, I don’t want your eyes to burn out,” I laugh.

“Gotcha.”

My medium glided along the paper effortlessly, it just came so natural drawing him. I wasn’t being dramatic when I tell him that the construction of his face is perfect. Every stroke of graphite was smooth and represented his features flawlessly. I just about finished his face and I extended the line from his chin to sketch out his neck. Looking back up at him I giggle at the turtleneck that he so reluctantly had to wear.

“That’s not gonna do,” I sigh and his eyes glance over at me as he tries to keep his pose, “Can you pull down your -”

“No! I don’t want to pull down my pants!” he exclaims immediately breaking from his pose to stand up, ready to make a run for it.

I laugh shaking my head, “Sweets no!” I exclaim standing up to place a reassuring hand on his broad shoulder, “I was about to say turtleneck, like can you pull it down for me cause this preppy Riverdale high attire isn’t really working for me and I think it’s safe to assume that it isn’t working for you either.”

His cheeks dusts pink as he scratches his cheek, “Haha…yeah. Yeah I can do that,” he mumbles taking a seat again.

I pull gently hook my finger in his collar feeling the contrast between my cool digit against his warm neck. And he felt it too as he shivers. I pull down the fabric with one hand as I use my other to lead his up to hold down his collar.

I retract back into my earlier position holding my sketchbook again, “Don’t worry Sweets, I don’t bite. Contrary to popular belief,” I explain focussing back at the task on hand.

He chuckles, “I can just take this off if you want.”

I look back up to him, “We don’t wanna do that. If I say yes you’re going to get freaked out and run away. I’m almost done so I don’t want that,” I tease smiling.

The corners of Sweet Pea’s lips curl up as he looks back at the light source. Watching him for a moment and back down at my finished drawing of his face, I pull out an eraser.

“Alright! I’m done,” I chime.

Sweet Pea stretches with a sigh before jumping off the pedestal, “Let’s see the masterpiece!”

I smile handing him the sketchbook that captured the profile of Sweet Pea smiling in his usual leather jacket and plaid attire.

“Is it okay?” I ask timidly.

“Okay?” he gasps, “This is amazing! Damn. You even got my jacket on point without a reference!”

With a blush I smile, “Thanks. So I guess you know that I have the ability to draw you wearing anything…or nothing at all at my freewill,” I tease jokingly which causes him to laugh.

“I mean if I were to model for you naked I think you would do my body justice,” he teases back with a wink making me laugh in return.

I pack up my stuff as he waited patiently. I look up at him and he didn’t say anything – a comfortable silence envelopes us. And I decide to ask him the subject that has been plaguing my mind since the first day I met him.

“Um…Sweet Pea?” I ask shyly suddenly finding my paint-splattered shoes to be interesting.

He hums a waiting for me to finish. I smile up at him optimistically, “There’s this art competition happening next month and it’s really important to me. I was wondering if you would be interested in modelling again.”

I smile unsurely as my eyebrows knit together. He shrugs, “Sure why not? Today wasn’t exactly terrible.”

“Really?” I stutter out in disbelief, “But the competition has a canvas size requirement…it’s quite big I don’t think I would be able to finish it in one seating.”

Sweet Pea nods humming thoughtfully, “Do you think meeting twice a week would do?”

“Are you sure? That’s a lot of time commitment.”

“Does it look like a have a whole lot of shit I got to be doing?” he retorts back.

I shrug, “I don’t know what you Serpents do after school hours,” I quickly add “But all good things I assume.”

The tall male snorts, “Nice save. But yeah I’m down to help you out.”

Gratitude fills my chest causing warmth to tingle throughout my body. I pull him into an embrace, “Thank you Sweet Pea! This means so much to me I hope you know!”

I pull away and raise a brow, “But what do you want in return?”

He genuinely smiles, “I actually can think of one on top of my head right now. Maybe you can give me a cool tattoo or something.”

I grin, “You’re really going to trust me to draw something permanent on your skin? Especially considering that I never ventured off a piece of paper before.”

Sweet Pea shrugs, “After seeing what your skills I’m not too worried.”

“Thanks,” I smile the butterflies in my stomach taking flight.

The following weeks consisted of us spending the brute of our time in the still life studio after school. We would spend about three hours per session before he drops me off back home on the back of his motorcycle as I attempt to hold onto my skateboard and his waist for dear life. That was how Tuesdays and Fridays went without fail until today. Sweet Pea took his usual spot on the pedestal as I set up the biggest canvas I’d ever worked on. I revived the dried acrylic paint from Tuesday. However, before I could even apply the paint onto the canvas someone burst into the room. We both jolt up and look towards the door where Josie made her entrance.

“Hey Sweets! There you are, I was looking everywhere for you. Why are you in this dump on a Friday evening? Let’s go to Pops!” she says pulling the said boy of her interest up.

He staggers slightly gaining his balance before answering, “Sorry Josie, but I’m busy.”

Josie casts a glance at my direction and eyes me up and down before turning to the male and smiling brightly again as if that stank face never happened, “Don’t you remember that you owe me? Due to my efforts we passed that chem lab with flying colours! And I think I deserve a shake for that,” she says poking him playfully in the chest.

He was a little unsure of himself as he looks between Josie and me. So I made the decision for him. He wasn’t one to be pressured into anything he didn’t want to do so by him not turning down Josie it was clear that he wanted to leave with her and I respected that.

“You know what? We’ve actually made really good process already. Why don’t you go enjoy your Friday night?” I smile but it definitely didn’t reach my eyes.

However, I don’t think he noticed since almost immediately that left my lips Josie hugs his bicep and drags him out of the room.

I click my tongue absentmindedly as my eyes focus back on my canvas. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. I haven’t relaxed on a Friday night in a while it could be a nice change for once. Taking my time cleaning up I make my way to my locker grabbing my skateboard.

Tuesday rolls around and I was determined to finish a vast majority of the piece seeing that next week was the deadline for the competition. I had set everything up, all that I was missing was the model himself. I rocked on the uneven stool for a few minutes before the door swings open. I look up with a smile for it to only change into a look of confusion, “Hey…Fangs?”

He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, “Sweet Pea sent me here to tell you that he can’t make it today.”

“Oh…” I nod, “That’s okay. Thanks for telling me.”

Fangs makes his way towards me to look at the canvas, “That looks amazing!” he says before trailing off, “But you’ve still got a lot to do…the thing is next week too right?”

I sigh in defeat, “Yeah…but that’s okay. I got his face finished already it’s just his hair…and everything else,” I humourlessly laugh.

The olive skin male stays silent for a minute before he breaks it, “I’m going to drag his ass back here. He’s just going on a date anyways and that can wait,” he explains already making his way out the door.

“Wait!” I call grabbing a hold on his sleeve, “He’s on a date?”

Fangs turn around giving me an apologetic expression, “Yeah…with Josie. I’m sorry.”

The palms of my hands cramp and I feel my heart drop to my stomach but I nodded and tried for a smile, “I…I see. That’s alright then, I don’t want to interrupt that. I’m pretty sure I can make do from memory anyways.”

He sighs patting my head softly, “That’s not the point. It’s more about principle,” he mumbles the next part, “And I was kinda rooting for the two of you to become a thing,” but he increasingly got louder with passion, “And he goes off and pulls this shit!? With Josie of all people?”

I couldn’t find it in me to keep angry seeing that Fangs channelled all my frustration out through his own body. I smile softly pulling him in for a hug, “Thanks Buffs,” I sigh against his shoulder.

“But [Y/N], do you have feelings for Pea?” he asks in all seriousness.

I pull away with a shrug, “Doesn’t really matter now does it?” I chuckle watching him frown causing me to punch him playfully in the shoulder, “I’ll be fine, don’t look at me like that!”

He nods crossing his arms, “Alright fine. But is there anything I can do for you before I go at least?”

Humming I eye him up and down, “If it isn’t against the rules or anything would it be possible if I could borrow your jacket?”

Fangs shrug out of his Serpent jacket that Weatherbee finally allowed them to wear again starting last week. He hands it to me, “Promise me you won’t get paint on it.”

“I promise,” I smile hugging the leather to my chest.

With a soft peck on my forehead he leaves closing the door behind him. I hold out the jacket feeling determination coursing through my veins. Pulling up an extra easel I hang Fang’s jacket so that the emblem faced me and got straight to work.

Friday

Sweet Pea doesn’t show up again.

And he didn’t even bother to send Fangs to tell me that. The heavy compression grew in my chest again but I didn’t have time to be upset. Shaking my head and plastering a smile on my face I got to work.

I only halt in my painting when my bladder became unbearable to hold. Getting up with a groan and a satisfying stretch that resulted in a ‘pop’ I dash for the washroom. With a relived sigh I make my way back to the studio, only to be greeted by a tall male who loomed over my canvas.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Sweet Pea says handing me a milkshake.

I look up at him with confusion but nonetheless I take the drink from his hand. He cocks his head to the Pop’s takeout bag that perched on top of a table, “That’s for you too, I hope you accept my apology. I had a talk with Fangs and realized how big of a jerk I was being.”

“A bigger jerk than usual,” I correct as I sip on the strawberry shake.

“Yes that too,” he chuckles.

I walk up beside him inspecting the canvas alongside with him, “I’m about done anyways. Just working on the background so you don’t really need to be here if you don’t wanna.”

He casts a soft gaze my way, “What if…I want to be here?”

I shrug indifferently trying to ease the harsh beating in my chest, “I’m not going to kick you out or anything. Especially since you got me food,” I laugh rummaging through the paper bag.

Sweet Pea nods looking over the canvas again, “What were you planning on for the background?”

“Yellow sweet pea flowers,” I mumble out with a full mouth.

He chuckles, “That sounds beautiful, but why a Serpent in a field of flowers?”

“Well…everyone around here sees Serpents as thugs and such but I think you guys represent so much more than that. I wanted the piece to embrace the power of youth and rebellion and how beautiful and rejuvenating it can be, hence the flowers…well that’s what I was going for anyways,” I explain with a small smile.

Sweet Pea worries his bottom lip between his teeth staying silent but I can feel his mind running thoughts miles per second. I nervously laugh holding out my hands in defense, “Sorry if you think that’s stupid especially since I’m using your face for this! Honestly, it doesn’t have to be that deep it can literally be you with a blank background!”

Before I could ramble on Sweet Pea leans down and presses his soft lips against mine, successfully shutting me up. He pulls away slightly, our noses still touching. Looking down at me with a warm soft gaze, “No, I think that’s beautiful…just like the artist,” he breathes kissing me once more.

My body felt light and warm. I wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss or the close proximity of his body as he held mine against his. We stay still, basking in the moment and it was perfect. His gaze holds mine searching for something that I couldn’t exactly pinpoint. His lips part before closing into a gentle smile.

He tries again, “I never felt this way before…and I’m kinda scared but it’s exciting – this feeling.”

I nod understanding what he meant, “I’m new to all this too…but I thought you were already scared of me so…what’s the difference?”

Just then the door screeches open. Without pulling away we simultaneously look towards the door. Josie. There she stood with her hands on her hips looking rather livid.

She huffs, “I can’t believe you really blew me off and didn’t come to watch me practice.”

Sweet Pea shrugs, “I told you that I had other plans.”

Josie rolls her eyes, “Surely you would’ve enjoyed watching me sing than – her just sitting there and paint,” she angrily expresses gesturing towards me.

He sighs before replying with equal frustration, “Josie, I already held up my promise and took you to Pop’s for helping me do well in that assignment. So I don’t know what you want from me.”

I watch the Pussycat smirk as she crosses her arms, “I want you to do what you did with me that night,” she then eyes me, “It felt so good, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Instantly I felt dirty.

I pull away from the taller male, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. Sweet Pea frantically tries to stitch words together to explain himself but it fell upon deaf ears as all I could focus on was wiping my lips with the sleeve of my hoodie.

“Um…I don’t really have time to be in the middle of a lovers quarrel,” I explain keeping my gaze locked on the floor, “I gotta finish this painting…so why don’t you just leave Sweet Pea?”

I look up and that was my second mistake, first mistake was giving him my first kiss. He watches me with knitted brows, it could’ve easily been mistaken for anger but I’ve watched his face carefully enough for the past month to know that it was a look of pain and sadness. The lump in my throat grew as I force my face to stay stoic as he tries so hard to explain himself, but I couldn’t find it in me to care anymore. Suddenly his face grew angry as he realizes. The tall male turns around with a furious growl, shoving tables, kicking stools, and ultimately picking up easels to throw them across the room. In his rampage Josie was smart enough to keep silent to not fuel his explosive anger. Regardless he makes his way right in front of girl and he rolls his neck, a habit I noticed that he had when he tries to hold in his irritation, “Get the fuck out of here before I break all your music equipment. Whatever the fuck happened that night is NEVER going to happen again.”

His shoulder sags noticeably before he turns around to face me again. I stay planted before my easel, which was the only one in the room that wasn’t destroyed in his explosion episode. He looks defeated as he stands right in front of me – a careful distance between us.

“I’m sorry…” he pleads, “I swear I wouldn’t have done that if I knew that you liked me back.”

I shrug nonchalantly, “I guess you don’t like me that much then if you were to be swayed so easily.”

“But I do...” he says quietly, “I…just didn’t think that you could’ve possibly seen me as something more than your muse.”

“I mean if Pygmalion could fall in love with his sculpture I don’t think it’s that wild for me to fall in love with you, a real person,” I explain.

He lets out a breathy laugh, “I don’t really get that reference but I get the gist. Basically you’re saying that I’m an idiot?”

I nod, “Exactly that.”

“Do you forgive me?” Sweet Pea asks suddenly.

I wasn’t sure how to reply so I shrug. The rest of the evening consisted of him quietly cleaning up the mess from his rampage as I finished the painting.

Monday

After the whole confessing over deal on Friday the relationship between Pea and I was awkward to say so in the least. So when Monday rolled around it wasn’t a surprise that the tension still lingered. Fangs and I walk together to art since we had first period together. So as we sat and talked at our table before the class started Sweet Pea finally makes his way into the class. Our conversion trails to a stop as we make eye contact. He tries for a small smile which I return before plugging my ear buds in to completely focus on my project. I blast my music but I can still hear the usual faint bickering between the two boys.

Sweet Pea’s POV

It made me sad that [Y/N] was still not like herself but I understood. I really fucked up and hurt her feelings which was the last thing I ever wanted to do in my life. Respecting her space I focus my attention to my best friend. Barely getting anything done, which was the norm for any students who took art – of course besides [Y/N], I ended up goofing around with Fangs. The shorter male dips his fingers into a jar of purple paint and smears it on my forehead.

“Yooo did Reggie beat you up again?” Fangs cackles holding his stomach.

“He never beat me up you dick!” I roll my eyes slapping a yellow hand mark onto his cheek in return.

And one thing led to another. The next thing I knew I was holding my large cup of used rinse water chucking the contents at Fangs who expertly ducked. Simultaneously our eyes bug out of our heads as we watch [Y/N] get drenched with the grey water. The poor girl blinks the water out of her eyes and looks down at herself in confusion as a blush crept onto her face.

She was wearing white.

Her head snaps to look at the two of us but I felt majority of the wrath. She glares at me silently as the droplets run down her face and to her chest which was completely on display as her shirt grew translucent. A blush spread onto my cheeks as well as I take notice of her lacy [colour] bra.

“What the fuck!?” she exclaims wrapping an arm around her chest before quickly running out of the class.

The class starts to erupt in laughter as I quickly chase after her. Before leaving I hear Fangs shout over the class, “Shut up! Nothing to see here!”

Running into the hallway I see her turn sharply into the women’s washroom. Not giving a shit I follow her in.

“Hey I’m so…” I trail off watching her struggling to pull the clinging fabric over her head.

Blood rushes to my face as her cleavage was on full display. “Oh – Oh my god!” we yell in unison.

I turn around immediately as she simultaneously pulls her shirt back on.

“Pea?! Why are you in here?”

“Uh...” I stutter, “To apologize? I don’t know?!”

She sighs and I hear her footsteps making her way behind me. She places a hand on my shoulder and I turn around to face her. Rolling her eyes she speaks, “It’s whatever. I know it’s an accident. Just don’t be so stupid next time.”

I sigh in relief, “You aren’t upset?” I ask looking into her eyes.

The shorter female shrugs, “Eh…just adding it to the list now. Nothing special.”

I wasn’t sure if she was joking but it made my heart sting. Pushing my thoughts back I shimmy out of my jacket to take off my flannel. I hand her the shirt and she gratefully smirks, “Thanks.”

Just then the door opens. Looking over there nervously we both sigh in relief to see that it was just our pink haired friend.

“Uhh…why the fuck are you in the women’s washroom Pea?” she questions with a raised brow.

I roll my eyes, “The girls are probably more comfortable with me being in here and you, you predator.”

Toni mocks offense but she ends up cackling, “You right, you right. But get out of here before you get in trouble. I’ll help [Y/N] clean up.”

Your POV

Changing into Sweet Pea’s flannel I couldn’t help but to bask in his scent that consisted of the perfect balance of soap and musk. Especially with the scent wafting everywhere as I bent under the hand dryer while Toni tussles my hair in hopes to dry it out a bit.

“There, I think you should be okay now,” Toni pulls away with a smile, “Besides the flannel eating you up.”

I look in the mirror and I couldn’t help but laugh. The blue plaid flannel was about triple the size of me. My hands disappear in the sea of extra fabric from the sleeves and the length of the shirt fell at the middle of my thighs. My pink haired friend tried to tuck the excess into my pants without avail as there was just that much fabric causing us to laugh.

“Hey I’m sorry that you’re stuck with my two idiots I call friends in art. I wish I was there to keep them in check, babe.”

I smile shaking my head, “It’s alright. I rather enjoy their company. I just wished they didn’t splash me with dirty paint water though.”

Toni nods in agreement, “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“What is your relationship with Sweets?” she asks crossing her arms her face suddenly growing serious.

“Uhhhh do you like him or something? I can back off I swear,” I laugh holding my sweater mitts up.

She bursts out in a hearty laughter, “Oh jeez no. I definitely would go for you first before him.”

I smile shyly, “Thanks Toni. In that case, then yes I guess you can say that. But I don’t know anymore. Him and Josie seem to hit it off pretty great.”

Toni rolls her eyes at that, “No I think you got it wrong. Nothing happened between them.”

I open my mouth but Toni doesn’t give me a chance to speak, “They went back to his trailer. They were making out and when they started to take off their clothes Pea put a stop to it. He said something about not wanting to show his body to anyone but you. He beat himself over making out with Josie all week I swear.”

I shake my head with a look of pure confusion, “Then why didn’t he just tell me that nothing happened between them?”

At that Toni scoffs, “It’s fucking stupid,” she continues, “He didn’t want you to know that he’s a virgin.”

“What?!” I laugh, “Really?”

She joins me, “I know right! We all told him that and he was so stubborn. Going on that how you were too cool to want an inexperienced guy.”

“Fuck…he’s so adorable,” I sigh covering my blushing cheeks.

Toni pulls my hands away from my face looking deep into my eyes, “I hope you can forgive him now?”

I nod, “Yeah, definitely.”

Giving Toni a final hug I make my way back into class. Immediately my two friends look up from their conversation. I take a seat and realized that they had cleaned up the mess while I was gone.

“You alright?” Sweet Pea asks dipping his head apologetically.

“Yeah,” I say giving him a genuine smile, “Thanks for the shirt by the way.”

His face lights up and a blush dusts his cheeks, “You look really great. You can keep it.”

I smile at that, “I was planning on never returning it anyways but thanks.”

Fangs sighs happily clasping his hands together as he looks at the both of us while he sat stark in the middle, “I’m so happy right now guys.”

The bell rings.

“Hey, you guys head to the caf first. I got to drop off something in my locker,” Sweet Pea says cocking his head in the opposite direction.

“Okay! We’ll save you a spot,” I say with a smile before waving at him.

Sweet Pea’s POV

Closing my locker I was surprised to see Josie leaning against the locker beside mine.

“Hey Pea,” she smiles seductively.

I cock a brow, “Yes?”

“It’s a little chilly today,” she starts.

“And I can’t do anything about the weather,” I add.

She laughs, “You’re funny. I was wondering if you could lend me your flannel.”

I shake my head, “Not my problem. Maybe check the weather next time before leaving the house without pants,” I deadpan gesturing to her mini skirt.

Josie’s jaw drops and I was satisfied. I left it at that and made my way to the cafeteria where [Y/N] was waiting for me.

Your POV

Sitting with a plate of my favourite school lunch I pick at my food as I make conversion with Jughead about his new article. A tray slides onto the table and I look up at my favourite beanstalk as he makes himself comfortable beside me. Giving him a shy smile I focus back on my best friend.

Looking at my phone I notice the time,” Oh I’ll catch up with you guys later. I’m going to go pack up my painting for the competition this Wednesday.”

“Oh! I haven’t seen it yet. Can we see it?” Jughead expresses and Toni nods in agreement, “I haven’t seen your masterpiece either.”

I laugh, “Sure! Why don’t I bring it here for you guys. I’ll be right back!”

Getting up from my seat I make my way to the studio. However I didn’t realize that Josie and a bunch of her Bulldog friends also made their way out of the cafeteria as well. Walking nonchalantly down the halls I was surprised to see Chuck approach me. I knit my brows together, “Yes?”

“Hey freak. Finally getting some from those snakes?” he laughs obnoxiously as he thrusts his pelvis into the air.

“I didn’t know you were so invested in my life. Thanks, I’m flattered,” I sarcastically reply turning the corner for only my heart to stop.

There in the middle of the hall was Josie accompanied by a bunch of Bulldogs, minus Archie. But that wasn’t what made me nervous it was the painting that one of them held as Reggie playfully threw punches against causing the canvas to bounce with each contact he made.

I grit my teeth, “What do you want Josie?”

“For you to take that off,” she points out gesturing to Sweet Pea’s flannel.

I squint in confusion, “Okay? I can change out of it just give me a minute.”

She shakes her head, “I want you to take it off now.”

“What?”

Josie nods, “I think you heard me. Take it off and walk into the cafeteria and give it back to Sweet Pea.”

“Why are you doing this? Are you really that upset that he refused to have sex with you?” I ask crossing my arms in a challenge but she didn’t have to know that my heart was hammering against my chest.

She sighs closing her eyes, “I just don’t understand why he would chose you over me. Maybe if he sees you topless he would come running back,” she shrugs.

“Do you really like him that much?”

“No not really. I just don’t like losing,” she explains evenly.

Josie casts a glance at Reggie and he presses a finger into the painting of Sweet Pea’s face causing the canvas to stretch painfully.

“As an artist yourself I’m really surprised that you would do this,” I say with shaky fingers as I unbutton my shirt.

I could feel hot tears starting to prick at the corners of my eyes but I will myself to hold them in. Undoing the last button I pull the flannel off my body exposing my supple skin for everyone to see. I stare at Josie holding her stare as some of the Bulldogs pull our their phones to snap a photo.

“Now go on,” she waves.

I clench my fist turning around. With every step I feel every crevice in my body start to grow clammy. I felt myself getting light headed as I walk down the hall as a few students stop and turn but it was nothing compared to what’s going to happen when I enter the cafeteria. Swallowing hard I throw the door open and make my way to the opposite side. Keeping my eyes focused on Sweet Pea’s back, refusing to pay attention to the hollers and clicking of cameras.

Jughead notices me first. He stands up in shock already taking off his jacket causing the rest of the Serpents to turn. Sweet Pea freezes for a second before darting towards me. The rest of the Serpents stand up making their way to me. But I didn’t answer any of their frantic questions. I shove the flannel into Pea’s arms and ran out of the cafeteria despite his protests.

I hold my hand out as I was now seething in anger, “Please.”

Josie nods and the rapid beating of my heart finally calms down but it shatters into a million pieces immediately. I watch as Reggie’s fist goes through the canvas. I let out a piercing scream as I try to stop him but another Bulldog held me back. All I could do was watch him throw the broken canvas onto the floor, stomping it into pieces. I cry, hot tears bubbling over streaming down my face as I claw at the arm that held me back – thrashing.

“[Y/N]?” Sweet Pea frantically calls out turning the corner with my friends by his side.

I look up at him and his expression zones out at the scene before him. He was seeing red. I duck as his fist flew in my direction, knocking out the person who held me. Toni immediately rushes to hug me in her arms as the other Serpents joined in on the fight. I cry as I watch Sweet Pea pinning Reggie on the ground as his fist smashes into his face over and over again. Jughead puts a hand on his shoulder, “That’s enough. He’s already unconscious.”

Sweet Pea heaves, pulling away but not before landing a kick in Reggie’s stomach for good measure. At that, the rest of the Bulldogs scramble to retrieve Reggie and drag him away before he died from the tall Serpent. Surprisingly, amidst the whole chaos Josie froze from her spot and didn’t run away until it was too late. Sweet Pea was seething in rage as he stood before her, “I don’t hit girls,” he explains shaking.

“But I can,” Toni says colliding a fist into Josie’s face.

Sweet Pea drapes the flannel back over my shoulder, “You okay [Y/N]?”

I shake my head pointing at the broken canvas that Toni, Jughead and Fangs were trying to piece together but it was fruitless. It was beyond repair.

“Maybe we can start new?” he encourages and I shake my head.

“There’s no time Pea…it’s useless,” I sigh as I find myself crying again.

“You’re really talented. I’m sure you can finish it.”

I shrug, “Maybe…but I can’t afford a new canvas.”

He holds me close to his chest running his long digits through my locks soothingly, “There’s always other competitions?” he tries again.

I shake my head pulling away to look into his eyes, “That’s not the point. I need to win this one,” I sigh casting my gaze to my shaking hands, “I need the award money to pay for my dad’s medical bills. He got into an accident a few months ago and it’s been hard with my baby brother and my mom who’s already been picking up odd jobs. This competition was the only way I could help my family…”

Sweet Pea holds me tightly.

The next morning

I was not looking forward to school. Seeing that I spent all night crying my eyes were so puffy they were almost impossible to even open. But not wanting to worry my parents I grab my skateboard that sat at the front door, “I’m off!”

“Have a wonderful day, sweetie!” calls my dad from the kitchen.

Pulling on my backpack my ears perk up at the loud rumbles coming from my driveway. I look outside to see Sweet Pea, Jughead, Toni, and Fangs on their motorcycles. I give them a confused grin and leave my skateboard at the entrance as I make my way over to them.

“Good morning everyone!”

They all return my greeting and Sweet Pea takes off his helmet, placing it on my head, “Come on, we’ll give you a ride.”

“Thanks!” I say gratefully snapping the strap shut.

I wrap my arms around his waist as we drove down the road together, giggling as some seniors jolt in their morning walk when we zoom past them. I watch as we drive pass Riverdale high, “Huh? You guys missed the turn.”

“I said we’re giving you a ride. I didn’t say to school,” he shouts over the loud exhaust.

“What?!”

I couldn’t exactly make out the time we spent on the road but watching as the buildings start to grow sparse as greenery took over it was safe to assume that we’ve been driving for a while. They pull onto a dirt road and continue for a while before halting in front of an open field full of flowers. It was beautiful. Wafting in the sweet scent I stumble off the bike to get a better view of the breathtaking scenery.

“They aren’t sweet peas but I hope it will do,” Sweet Pea says.

“Huh?” I tilt my head turning around.

I blush as I cover my eyes, “Oh – oh my god! What are you guys doing?!”

The four of them were shimmying out of their clothes. Fangs was the one to speak up, “Making your dreams come true twenty four!” I look at him and immediately regret it he was already taking off his black jeans.

“You said you didn’t have time to paint a whole new portrait or get money for a canvas. So we thought maybe you could use us as the canvas,” Toni explains pulling my hands away from my face.

“But…” I splutter, “You guys are really okay with being nude? In front of each other?”

“Didn’t you say you were a professional? Isn’t it for art?” Jughead shrugs.

But the piece will be on display for all of Riverdale to see!” I exclaim.

“Well I think it’s about time the world sees my ass in all its glory,” Fang explains twerking slightly, “Show em what my momma gave me.”

Toni hums in agreement pointing at him, “True that! You gotta flaunt that baby!”

“Toni, you’re really okay with this? These doofuses are going to see you naked,” I ask to make sure.

She smiles standing there in her bra and matching undies, “Yeah! We grew up together anyways so it wouldn’t be the first time they saw me naked. Only difference being that I hit puberty,” she laughs, “But nah, I ain’t worried.”

“We’re too scared to let our gaze linger on her anyways,” Fangs add.

I lastly turn to Pea for his consent, and he shrugs, “Seems like we’re more down for this than you are [Y/N]. For someone who asks for nude models you are quite shy aren’t you?”

“Well no one has ever agreed!” I stutter defensively.

“But here we are, so lets do this before I change my mind,” he says unbuckling his jeans.

“Guys…” I don’t know what happened but I burst out bawling, “I love you guys! Thank you so much!”

Fangs squats in front of his bag in just his boxers as he rummages around for the tubs of paint he packed and Jughead couldn’t help but to say what we were all saying, “Wow, you really do have a nice ass.”

Fangs grins ear to ear, “I know right?!” he exclaims passing me a plastic bag of paint and brushes.

I look at my friends who stood closely beside each other waiting for me to get started. I nod with a grin growing on my face, “I just got the perfect idea.”

I pose them with their backs facing me. Taking in consideration with their height and skin tones. I use watered down black paint to make a sketch on their back before I worked on them one on one making sure Toni was last so she didn’t have to wait around without a bra for others to be finished. A little too shy to work on Sweet Pea just yet, I used Jughead as my guinea pig as the rest of them dug in the sandwiches that they prepared for lunch.

Jughead was relatively easy to work with as his pale complexion took to the paint extremely easily. Fangs on the other hand…well. He was a giggly bitch. Each stroke of paint made him erupt in a sea of uncontrollable laughter. Then there was Sweet Pea. He smirks as he sees me bashfully examining his sculpted body.

“Enjoying the view, princess?” he teases, flexing causing the muscles under his golden skin to ripple. My breath hitches in my throat as he sits before me on a towel we had laid down. His broad back on full display. I gingerly touch his shoulder blades and I quickly retract my hand causing him to chuckle, “I don’t bite contrary to popular belief,” he says making me puff my cheeks.

“That’s my line!”

Working on him probably took the longest, that mainly being my fault as I found my usually steady hands to be shaking uncontrollably.

Next it was Toni.

Toni looks at her phone as I start finishing up the details on her back, “Ten minutes before sunset,” she informs.

“Perfect because I’m just about finished!”

Toni goes to fetch the camera in her bag and gives it to me. I look at all four of them and admiring them each individually. I really hope it all lines up when they are posed together.

“Um…are you guys ready to take off your undies?” I laugh bashfully.

At that Fangs was over the moon as he quickly removes his boxers flinging it god knows where as he then proceeds to run into the field of flowers.

“Oh my fucking god,” we burst out laughing as the rest of them follow suit.

In the flower field I position them. Jughead, Toni, Sweet Pea, and Fangs in that order stood in a line with their backs facing me. They wrap their arms around each other’s waist and shoulders making the individual pieces of the painting finally connect.

I position the camera and snap plenty of photos.

“Damn, Jughead. Would it hurt if you went outside in the sun sometimes? Your pasty ass butt cheeks are fucking glowing in all the photos,” I wheeze causing the group to turn their head slightly to look at the boy bursting out in laughter.

Click.

I look down at the final photo I captured, “I think I got the winning shot guys!”

We all hover over the little display on Toni’s camera. There it was. The four of them stood in the frame with their backs facing the camera as a magnificent black serpent coils from Jughead’s body through to Toni’s waist and Sweet Pea’s arm and neck before ending on Fangs’ back where another head emerged. The beauty didn’t stop there however, the look of pure happiness in their faces as they look at Jughead who had his head knocked back in a closed eye laugh also added something to the piece. And not the mention the beautiful field of wild flowers and the setting sun up above their heads.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” Toni breathes, “But you right, Jughead’s glowing ass is something else. Don’t worry I’ll edit it a bit don’t want to blind the judges now do we?”

We burst out laughing.

“Hey the sun’s still up, why don’t we take a selfie so you can be in a photo too [Y/N]?” Toni suggests.

I nod happily, “That sounds great!”

In the photo Toni holds the camera with one hand as her other arm drapes over her chest. Jughead cups a hand over his crotch as he gave a thumbs up with this free one. Sweet Pea hugs me from behind, pressing his cheek against the crown of my head. And Fangs…oh god Fangs. The boy literally turned his back to the camera so his ass was on full display as he throws his arms up in victory.

Toni laughs at the photo, “Alright, I’m going to edit these babies tonight and I’ll get them printed for you by tomorrow.”

I smile at her, “Thank you so much Toni. And everyone. Thank you. I really hope I win this competition but I kinda already feel like I’ve won by having friends like you guys,” I confess tearing up a second time that day.

Wednesday, competition day

I can’t believe it, but I won.

Butt.

Maybe it was because of Fang’s glorious butt.

My friends all cheer pulling me into a group hug.

That night we celebrated at Pop’s and when I returned home my family were also over the moon. We were no longer in debt and my father can finally be on his way to a smooth recovery with my mom by his side without working day in and out.

A month later

“So…” my tall boyfriend drawls out beside me.

“Yeah?” I look up at him.

“I kind of miss our weekly sessions. I was wondering if we could still continue them,” he says.

I nod with a smile, “Sure, I would love that.”

We decided to meet after school in the studio. I settle in the empty room, taking out my supplies when I heard heavy boots at enter the room. I look up to see my model of a boyfriend lock the door behind him causing me to give him a look of confusion.

He gives me a smirk as he starts discarding his jacket.

“I was thinking we could try a one on one nude modelling session today,” he explains pulling this t-shirt over his head to expose his strong sculpted abs.

“Oh?” I muse as he takes off his jeans.

He casts me a smirk as he makes his way in front of me in just only his boxers. I watch him quietly as he leans down to press his lips against mine. Sweet Pea cups my cheek with his large calloused hand to deepen the kiss. Pulling back with a slight ‘pop’. He then starts to pull his boxers down allowing his thick member to spring free.

“Um excuse me, Pea,” I laugh pointing at the – thing, accusingly.

“Hm?” he mumbles, slipping his hand up my shirt.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was thinking we could do some – other things that people do naked,” he softly explains closing his eyes, leaning down for another kiss.

I pull back causing his eyes to open in confusion.

“I told you I’m a professional, I don’t rendezvous with my models when I’m working,” I say crossing my arms.

“Yeah a professional who giggles at Fang’s ass. I think you can make an exception for me can’t you?” he asks with a curl of his lips.

I giggle pulling him down, “Maybe just this once.”

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