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hops-hunny · 3 years

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College Girls

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: anon “How about Rodrick invites the reader to a party (he’s been crushing on her for the longest) but she plays hard to get and at the party her friends try to convince her to give him a chance and later it leads to them playing 7 minutes in heaven and they confess to each other and it goes from there ;) it could end in smut or fluff your way ly <3”

Summary: (college!au) College girls and their games, good thing Rodrick loves to play.

Warnings: Mentions of weed and alcohol, making out, teasing

A/N: Ok I forgot to make them confess but it’s implied sorry anon. I still hope you enjoy it!

If there was one thing Rodrick knew, college was a shit ton different than high school was. However, that wasn’t a bad thing. Unlimited booze and bud, hot chicks, and parties that never ended? He was practically in heaven! He had grown into himself, feeling more confident than ever since Heather had rejected him his senior year. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he thought about her but if he had to pinpoint it, it was a few months ago when she had hit him up, begging the boy to give her a chance. Oh the irony behind that. That was another good thing about college. In high school, all the girls thought he was just some loser who wasted too much time on a band that would always be shit.

But with years of experience under their belt and more free time to practice, Löaded Diaper was beginning to become a big deal in their rinky dink shithole off a small town. God was he glad too because with clout, also came hot girls in skirts that barely covered their ass. The opportunity for endless amounts of hookups was an absolute dream come true, but all dreams lose their shine eventually. When fucking became a mere thing to pass the time between class, gigs, and parties, he realized that it wasn’t as great as he thought it was. He was starting to crave something more, something like or, someone like- her.

God she was a babe. Rodrick still remembered the first time he saw her. Löaded Diaper was doing another house gig, everyone in the crowd dancing and moving to the intense music. And all of a sudden, a strobe light glossed over her perfectly, almost like a halo of blue light and his eyes were hooked. She was there with her friends, one of them whispering something in her ear which caused her to lock eyes with his. Pretty (e/c) eyes meeting his own brown ones. It was almost perfect, almost. As soon as they had finished the last note of their song, without missing a beat she swiftly made her exit and he made his way after her. Rodrick jumped off the stage, chasing after her and her friends all the way till they reached the curb. He grabbed her arm causing the girl to look back.

“Hey, uh, did you enjoy the gig?” He asked, running his fingers through his sweaty hair nervously. He felt his nerves rise even more at the sound of her friends’ giggles.

“I wouldn’t have stayed the whole gig if I didn’t, would I?” she retorted, rolling her eyes as she began to open the passenger door of the black mercedes.

“Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question..” he trailed off as she closed her door. His eyes widened at the fact he hadn’t gotten her name prompting him to take off after the car. He felt relieved as the girl rolled down her window, looking up at him through her thin framed sunglasses. “Wait! I didn’t get your name, I’m Rodrick.” he smirked, watching as she pulled her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head.

“Didn’t give it.” she quipped, sending him a wink as her friend took off into the distance. Who was she? All he knew about her was that she had a mouth on her and lived on the other side of campus. A lot of girl’s fit that description so it wasn’t easy asking around about her. However, as he stood here in the corner of the party his fraternity was throwing, he’d recognize a pair of nice legs like that from anywhere. His eyes took in her appearance. She had on a denim mini skirt, black turtleneck and a pair of knee high boots that matched. The boy had to practically stop himself from gawking at how good she looked, curves clinging to every bit of the form fitting outfit. He cleared his throat as his friend nudged him, looking to see what he wanted.

“Uh don’t look now, but I think that girl you were eye fucking is definitely eye fucking you back dude. Is that the chick from the gig a few weeks ago that you won’t shut up about?" Rodrick glared at the man, shoving him into the wall before walking towards her. He watched as her friends “coincidentally” all began to head off in other directions, leaving her to offer him a flirty little smile behind the drink she’d been nursing.

“Well if it isn’t the little drummer boy! To what do I owe the pleasure, Rodrick?” she purred, sitting down her now empty cup. She stepped forward, leaving them to be pressed chest to chest. It could easily be blamed on the crowded room but the two knew otherwise. He smirked back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist securely.

“I’m a simple man. I see a pretty girl sending looks my way, I come.” his eyes widened as he began to overthink his word choice. “N-not like that! Like I come over not like cum in my pants. I-I’m not like some virgin...well I’m not some man whore either! I don’t fuck around a lot. Not like the option isn’t there bu-” he quit his nervous ramblings at the sound of her laughter. He relaxed, smiling as the girl wrapped his arms around her neck. He began to lean in thinking she would ask him for a kiss but instead she missed his lips, putting hers next to his ear before whispering,

“Wanna dance?” Before he could answer, the girl (who’s name he still didn’t catch) was dragging him to the dance floor, moving his hands to rest on her hips. He tried to keep his movements as fluid as possible. It took him a bit but eventually his movements matched hers, as they swayed to the beat of the song. She pressed her head against his shoulder, looking up at him as she continued the movements against his pelvic area. “I love this song, it’s one of my favorites.” she whispered. He didn’t know if it was because he was cross faded or his enjoyment of the movements but D’Evils by SiR was beginning to become one of his favorite songs too. How could it not when there was such a pretty girl pressed against his front?

“Yeah? It suits you.” he muttered, leaning his head down to hover his own chapped lips above the girl’s soft gloss covered ones. She hummed in agreement, both of them slowly inching towards each other before she stopped, letting out a cheeky giggle.

“Did you really think I was going to kiss you that easily? You’ve gotta earn it.” She said, dragging a manicured hand against the skin of his neck. He shivered a bit as goosebumps formed, watching as she disappeared back into the crowd. He swore some, groaning as he fiddled with the growing bulge in his jeans. Was he out of the game for too long or had girls always been this hard to get? Either way, he didn’t care. Rodrick was gonna get this girl and her name by the end of the night if it was the last thing he ever did. He broke out of his thoughts, keeping sight of her figure making its way through the beaded curtain which led to the basement of the large frat house. Quickly he chased after her, trying to keep up with her. And, as if on purpose, every time he’d get close she’d flash him that breathtaking smile and continue on her path. Finally, she reached her supposed destination, a small group of people on couches, discussing the plans to play something.

“So, what’s the game?” He asked, causing everyone to look up at him as he sat on the couch farthest from her. He looked at the bottle in the center of the table, proud of himself and his seating choice. The further he was away, the more likely the bottle was to land on the pretty thing across from him.

“7 minutes in heaven. You down?” A brunette girl asked, a flirty look in her buzzed eyes. He ignored her small attempt at an advance, nodding as he locked eyes with the girl of the hour. He shot her a wink, smirking as she rolled her eyes, biting her lip to hide the smile that was making its way onto her face. For someone so adamant about playing this game of cat and mouse, she seemed to be fighting off her feelings very harshly. None of that mattered now though. If there was a god, he hoped he’d be on his side. Never had he wanted to be stuffed inside a muggy dark closet with someone so badly.

“Of course I’m down. Do I look like a pussy to you?” he asked, watching as the (h/c) haired girl opened her mouth. He gave her a pointed look, tilting his head at her. “Don’t answer that, legs.” The girl looked surprised at the nickname but didn’t say anything, trailing her acrylic nails up the curve of her thigh. His brown eyes followed curiously, jumping slightly as she closed her legs quickly giving him a mocking pout. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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Round after round was filled with surprises, none involving Rodrick or the mystery girl of his affections. Sometimes, the two people involved would cheer or jump up excitedly, ceasing the moment that they were desperately waiting for. Other times they would groan in disgust and hell, he couldn’t blame him with the hygiene of some of these people. Have they ever even heard of a shower, deodorant? Only their BO could tell. However, his odds grew more and more as it was finally his turn to spin the bottle. He picked it up, kissing the empty beer bottle as he made up some prayer. He let out a deep breath before spinning the bottle. As he watched it spin, the only thought he could seem to form was, ‘Please, please please. Cmon, cmon, cmon!’

Finally the bottle began to halt, making a rumbling noise as it stopped. His eyes followed the nose of it, letting out an internal cheer as his eyes met the (e/c) eyes from across from him. He pulled up his jeans before walking over to the girl, holding a hand out to her. She eyed it before smirking up at him, allowing her to pull him up. Rodrick looked down at her hand before tangling his fingers with her own, pulling her towards the closet. Once they both were in there, silence overcame them leaving the muffled music from upstairs to be the filler between silent space. He cleared his throat some, catching the shorter girl’s attention.

“Sooo, um. Would this count as earning it?” He quipped, giving her a flirty grin. The girl rolled her eyes before moving closer to him, pulling him down to her own height as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Rodrick wasted no time, pulling the girl by her hips and planting his on hers. The kiss was everything he’d hope it’d be. Passionate, hot, and filled with every bit of desire that had built up over the course of the party. He nibbled at her lip, causing a moan to slip from her lips. He smirked a bit, pulling away some to look into her eyes a bit.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to be a good kisser. You looked like you would give me a lot of teeth and too much tongue.” she giggled some, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. He rolled his eyes, smirking as he leaned in, nibbling on her neck a bit. He felt victory overcome him at the soft whimper that came from her lips.

“My pride’s a bit wounded, princess.” he purred, lifting her up as he pinned her against the wall. He leaned back in for another kiss, this one more deep and intense than the last. He groaned softly as she tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping at it slightly. He slid his tongue over her bottom lip, quickly tangling it with hers when she opened her mouth. They’re tongues danced a bit, fighting for dominance before he won. He absorbed her moans, sucking on her tongue as he slid a hand under her skirt, stroking the skin of her upper thighs. Rodrick noted how soft her skin was before gripping at it harshly, stroking her hips with his thumbs.

Just as he slid his hands under her shirt, a knock broke them out of their kiss. He groaned in annoyance, pulling away and fixing her clothes for her as the door was ripped open. The (e/c) eyed girl was the first to walk out, looking back at him as if she had something to say.

“(Y/n).” she said, causing him to look at her in confusion. “My name? It’s (Y/n). I hope this isn’t a habit of yours, making out with girls whose names you don’t even know.” she said, looking up at him expectantly. His mouth opened and closed as he stuttered, searching for the words to say. He cleared his throat before grabbing her hand, beginning the path to his own room.

“Not anymore it isn’t.”

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick x y/n #rodrick x you #rodrick heffley imagine

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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a discussion of jabberwock with team interaction hcs + deeper nash analysis

for anon who asked "Can we get some headcanons for jabberwock members or like headcanons when they're together? (its okay if it was jason or nash only)" and made me realise it's about time i get these guys' personalities down

note before we start: cause i didn't know their names until i wrote this

zack is the bald one, allen is the one with a headband, nick is the other white guy apart from nash.

team hcs

nick gets bullied for being under 6ft, but not by jason

nah good old jason teases all of them for being short fucks, emphasising that they’re all 5ft tall in comparison to him

he 100% lifts things out of the others' reach and then laughs for ages after when they try get them

unfortunately though, they’re all used to this and now just ignore him. either that or nash stares at him so intensely jason actually repents and hands it back

zack’s another one with a very good glare, but he’s used it too often on jason and it’s since stopped working.

also jason gives me ‘straightens his back as much as possible when getting measured so he’ll measure in as 7ft’ vibes

oh and he thinks he could wrestle a gator and win. i’ve got no explanation for that except for the fact you can't tell me it's ooc.

allen’s very protective over his white headband - it’s his lucky item - but he’d never let anyone know that

he’s confident in his abilities like the rest of them, but there’s nothing wrong with wearing a headband just in case

(nash knows anyway)

they watch nba matches together and do not shut up once throughout the entire match - lots of jeering, booing each other if someone criticises a player they like, lots of “i could do that”, lots of “get your fucking hand out of my popcorn do you want me to punch you in the face” etc

they used to all live together, but nash has since moved out. he was sick and tired of trying to make people do chores, as the only one who kept their room clean.

yeah the others’ house looks like a heap of trash but also very much “where’s my toothbrush?” “it’s in the third coke can by the orange peel behind the sink” *silence* “yeah thanks” *a minute later* “who the fuck has been using my toothbrush”

they’re all “bro your dribbling sucks why are you on this team loser” to one another, but also very protective (aka arrogant for one another) if anyone else Dared to criticise one of their teammates

then again, what kind of person would criticise jabberwock

half of the time he spends with jabberwock, nash is a Single Mother TM trying to get a bunch of man children to behave; the other half of the time, he's just as bad as the rest of them

i talk about this a lot but i get the feeling nash is an exceptionally hard worker, but at least he gets to let his hair down around his teammates sometimes

nash is also the only person jason thought was truly ‘strong’ at first sight

and nash is also the only person who can beat jason in a fight, and also the only person who can get nash to train, and also the only person who can.. [etc. you see my point].

(n.b jason calls himself the ‘almighty me’, nash says that ‘even god can’t beat me’. point made.)

you know how jason silver’s motto is “I have never thought”

imagine him proudly stating that, before zack adds with a straight face, “yeah cause nash does it for you.”

in short, the team would fall apart without nash.

although the team’s communication and coordination is very fine tuned, nash is the guy who keeps everything in order off the court to prevent what is essentially a team of aces ('main characters', if you will) from falling apart

they hang out together a lot, but do all have other friend groups that do not overlap

team bbqs

unofficial rule not to criticise anchovies on pizza because the one time nick did, nash snapped

however pineapple on pizza is fair game, even though zack quite likes it

more than once, jason has brought a girl home and nick has stolen her attention away with effortless trick shots, funky ball manoeuvring etc

more than once nick has had to trek to nash’s place (with a black eye) at midnight to have somewhere to sleep

do you see a correlation?

oh and everyone in the team has been walked in on by nash when they were naked with some girl

nash has absolutely no shame

he apologises to the girl with a charming albeit insincere tone, and then remains standing in front of the bed/couch until his teammate does what he expected of them

usually it involves not having come to practice

allen learnt a few (emphasis on ‘few’) words of japanese before they travelled to japan and was disappointed that he never got to use them

that said, one of those words was hentai

and now a quick analysis of some panels

a) so there's at least one player who wasn't underestimating vorpal swords. if i were to overanalyse, i'd add that nick's wearing a hoodie (possibly athletic wear) whilst nash has a 'fancy' shirt on; perhaps nick wasn't expecting them to be going to host clubs instead of chilling/training?

b) i know what you're thinking: "how can you say nash is a hard worker when he didn't want to practice for the match". i reckon he was still pretty high on the complete and utter success of their previous match, that plus being around girls, encouraged him to have a more 'jason-y' personality. (either that or fujimaki didn't want to add too much depth/realism into nash's character bc he's unequivocally the villain, right? and obviously this helps with the plot and the jabberwock bad geniuses gom good geniuses rhetoric.)

earlier, i mentioned how nash is the only one that could keep the team together, and is thus the undeniable head of the team; here's a clear example. you can see both jason and zack have no interest in continuing - if anything, there's disgust in their faces, kinda just saying "we spat on all of japan, now we can go home". whereas nash won't allow for the slightest of possibilities that there might exist a team stronger than them, and hence agrees to the match. the key thing here is that the others do as he says without too much fuss.

another thing to note is nash's reference to harakiri. now what can we make of that, alongside his proficiency in japanese, in relation to his character? the way i see it, he's either a weeb or possibly has some japanese lineage. (you could spin that even further and say his mother was japanese, taught him the language, then abandoned him, and hence his almost excessive hatred/mockery of the japanese people.) (is that why he wanted to do another match in japan..?)

just a quick point. "thanks to him" - jason isn't so superior as to think that he could win this match effortlessly without nash's support. links pretty nicely with my earlier idea about how nash is the only person jason has always considered 100% strong.

yet another point about how nash is the strongest of the team in pretty much every way you can think of. you know how scary/powerful you have to be to shut jason up (after he's getting real pissed from being prevented from scoring?)

i personally think this is a pretty important panel, though i've never seen anyone mention it before. did nash grow up training in a professional basketball training situation, as opposed to growing up playing streetball like i suspect the others did? well, to answer that question, imma bring in another panel.

here we see visible rage on nick, zack and jason's faces - they can't accept their loss, which is fair enough. but i'd argue that nash's face seems to depict sadness more than it does anger like to rest of them, look at how downturned his mouth is - and he's looking away from the 'camera', as if hiding his shame.

when you combine that with what he says here, i have no doubt that this is someone who has experienced some proper lows in basketball - as would be expected from someone who's played 'properly'. he's possibly not even a prodigy like the rest of them - compare jason's motto with his. "i have never thought" versus "do not suppose opportunity will knock twice at your door".

there's various lines of thinking you could design with this - he might have been trained by alex (hence, himuro having heard of jabberwock, though he should have known of a team as popular of jabberwock regardless), he might have grown up with professional basketballer parents etc. but here's my own little theory:

nash received serious basketball training from early on - maybe because his parents were living vicariously through him, or maybe he always loved the sport and wanted to be no1. so there he was training away, but, as he grew older, it started getting all a bit too much.

he didn't want to dedicate his entire life to basketball. after all, his hobby is water sports and his speciality is boxing; that's a lot of different things to be keeping up with, whereas the pipeline for promising athletes demands people focus solely on basketball. as a result, nash become bitter: stopped attending practice regularly, got in trouble for trash talk of increasing severity, etc.

result was he was kicked out of the program.

only when he was no longer playing basketball again, did he realise how much he missed it. and hence he got into streetball, where he was tremendously successful as someone with so much training, 'elite skills', and the overly confident attitude to boot.

then, one fateful day, he met jason and the rest is history.

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lyrical-panic · 3 years

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The Four Times Katsuki Bakugo Wanted to Kiss Eijiro Kirishima and the One Time he Did

If any of you remember that Kiribaku hate anon from a few weeks ago, I should tell you that the idea for this story was born in the middle of that incident, because I’m petty as hell.

Warnings: Some angst, swearing, mentions of panic attacks and self loathing

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“C’mon!” Kirishima roared, hand outstretched. Without hesitation, Katsuki created a blast under him, propelling him across the sky.

He grabbed Kirishima’s hand, grinning like a maniac. “You idiots!”

Kirishima grinned back.

It was over in an instant. A few more words were exchanged, but Katsuki was on autopilot. He glanced back behind him, watching the villains shrink away until they were unseen. He was out. He was safe. Before he knew it, the groud was under his feet again. He wobbled a little, straightening up. Deku called someone, Todoroki it sounded like as the group merged with Kamino Ward’s massive crowd.

Kirishima dropped Katsuki’s hand, and he felt something odd prickle in his gut. He stared hard at the red-head, who was still smiling like nothing was wrong in the world.

“What the hell are you grinning for?” Katsuki snapped. “You look like a moron.”

“We got you back, I’m happy!” Kirishima exclaimed, his smile turning teasing. “And don’t think I didn’t see you smiling earlier, Bakugo.”

“Tch. I was just glad to be out of there.” Katsuki shook his head. “But I guess seeing your stupid face is better than seeing those villains.” He added after an afterthought.

“Hey, I’ll take it!” Kirishima laughed. The sound was scraggly, as if he hadn’t laughed in days. Katsuki figured there hadn’t been much reason to laugh, but the broken noise still made his head spin.

…What?

He scowled, and looked pointedly at the ground, hoping it would signal the end of the conversation. It didn’t stop him from still thinking about that bright smile. It didn’t stop him from hearing that bittersweet laugh.

Stop that. What the hell is wrong with you?

Katsuki allowed himself a glance back up at Kirishima, who was saying something to Iida. His hands gestured as he spoke, and Katsuki realized that he could still feel his phantom touch in his hand.

No, that’s not a thing. No you can’t. Shut the fuck up. He scolded himself. This was getting absurd.

Though his brain screamed at him to stop, Katsuki still couldn’t bring himself to look away from the boy. Kirishima finally noticed him staring.

“You’re okay, right? They didn’t hurt you or anything, did they?” He pursed his lips, brow creasing in concern.

“No. I was handling it.”

“If you say so, man. Just glad to have you back.”

Thank you.

The words bubbled in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say them. His pride wouldn’t let them. Kirishima’s dumb face, written all over in unnecessary worry made it hard for him to say anything.

“Oh,” Iida gasped, hand clasped over his mouth.

Katsuki’s eyes ripped from Kirishima to see what had startled the class rep. On the large TV mounted into one of Kamino’s tall buildings was live footage of the scene he’d just escaped from. The League of Villains were gone, but the Boss Villain in all black still stood there. And there was All Might.

Suddenly Katsuki’s odd feelings became the least of his concern.

. . .

Kirishima was late.

Katsuki slammed his hand on his desk, an irritated growl passing his lips. He crossed the room, and banged on the wall connecting their dorms. “Shitty Hair, hurry your ass up!”

There was a muffled response. Katsuki sighed heavily, shoving his way out of his room to see what the deal was.

“OI! Kirishima! What the hell are you doing in there?” He knocked loudly on his door. “I thought you wanted to do homework together.”

Kirishima’s nervous voice floated through the wooden barrier. “Uh, sorry, Bakugo! Something-uh-”

I can’t deal with this.

With another annoyed noise, Katsuki barged in without any other warning. “You’d better have a good-”

Red. There was red all over the floor. It was mostly in the little bathroom off to the side, but a little of the bright sticky substance had spilled into the main room. Kirishima sat cross-legged on the floor, furiously scrubbing at it with a soggy washcloth. He looked up, not all that surprised to see his friend, and smiled weakly.

“What the fuck?” Katsuki yelled. It had scared him at first, thinking it had been blood. Upon a second look though, he could tell that it was far too thick and too bright to be blood. “What the hell is all that?”

“Hair dye,” Kirishima admitted, his hand connecting with the back of his neck. “I was trying to touch up my roots, but I accidentally knocked over the open bottle, and well…”

“Idiot. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“What? That I dye my hair?”

“No, stupid, I knew that! That you made a mess!”

“Oh! I didn’t wanna bother you.” The boy ran his hand through his hair, which Katsuki noticed was hanging low around his shoulders, like it had been the night he’d come for him in Kamino. “Also, I feel really dumb right now.”

“Don’t.” Katsuki leaned into the bathroom, grabbing another towel. He ran it under the faucet, before crouching down to scrub at the dye himself.

“You- you’re helping?” Kirishima’s red eyes widened, smile pulling at his mouth.

“The faster this gets cleaned up, the faster we do homework.”

The smile pulled wider, until he was wearing the biggest, toothiest grin Katsuki was sure he’d ever seen. “Thanks, Bakugo! I really appreciate it.”

The blond’s face began to feel warmer, so he quickly hung his head, focusing on the mess and hoping his unruly hair would hide his blush. “Whatever. Just be more careful. You could’ve gotten your stupid ass hurt if you slipped in it.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise!”

If Katsuki Bakugo was a braver person, he would’ve leaned right over the pool of sticky hair dye and kissed that idiot right there. The idea sounded more than appealing. He’d been thinking about doing it for weeks, ever since Kamino.

But for all his bravado, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t brave enough to do it. Instead, he pressed his towel harder than he needed to into the floor, as if he could wipe away his frustration with himself along with all the hair dye.

. . .

“Wait, I can steal a star?” Kirishima realized excitedly.

“Do it.” Katsuki grinned wickedly.

“Oh, don’t you dare, Kirishima.” Kaminari hissed.

“He has the coins, he’s gonna do it!” Sero groaned.

“Oh I’m totally doing it.” Kirishima triumphantly tapped a button on his controller, agreeing to the transaction.

Kaminari and Sero went bananas. It was fantastic.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

He had been skeptical about Mario Party. It looked pretty dumb, if he was being honest, which he most always was. But when Kirishima suggested they play teams, and then gave a very impassioned speech about how to the two of them could do anything, who was Katsuki Bakugo to deny him?

God, I sound like an idiot.

Personal feelings aside though, he was glad he’d caved. Kirishima had been right; they were kicking ass.

Katsuki cackled as Lakitu fished a star away from Peach, Kaminari’s character, and brought it back to Kirishima’s Mario.

“Fuck yeah!” Katsuki cheered as he directed Bowser to the star still on the board.

“And they get another- UGH!” Sero dropped his controller, draping an arm over his eyes. “Oh, this is torture.”

“Five to one. Hell yeah!” Kirishima whooped.

“You haven’t won yet.” Kaminari dramatically pointed a finger at the pair.

“But we’re going to.” Katsuki promised.

“Kaminari, there are two turns left.” Sero pointed out, still sulking. “The only thing that could possibly save us now are the bonus stars, and even then it probably still won’t help much. Not when we’re four stars behind.”

“Ugh, this suuuuucks.” The golden eyed boy groaned, joining his partner in agony.

“You losers have to roll, it’s your turn.” Katsuki thrust Sero’s controller back into his hands.

“Yeah, finish out strong!” Kirishima encouraged, pointing to the screen. “Look, the next star’s close to you, Kaminari, you could probably get it.”

“It won’t save your sorry asses though.”

“Not helping, Bakugo.” Sero deadpanned. “Not helping at all.”

Kirishima chuckled, knocking his knee against Katsuki’s. “I highly doubt he’s trying to.”

The ash-blond smirked at him, leaning back against the couch cushions. He tried to ignore how Kirishima hadn’t moved his knee. He tried to ignore how his own body seemed to be gravitating towards Kirishima’s. Katsuki had been trying to ignore the signs for two months now, but it was becoming more and more obvious what was going on.

Katsuki Bakugo was officially head-over-heels and face-in-the-mud in love with Eijiro Kirishima. The thought was slowly killing him inside, because how could he ever feel the same way? How could charismatic, energetic, “Live without regrets” Kirishima ever love him?

Depression seeped in as Sero and Kaminari’s turn ended, and he had to mindlessly press the button to roll the dice.

I’m a fucking idiot.

Still immersed in the game and their imminent loss, Kaminari and Sero didn’t notice Katsuki’s sudden shift in attitude. Kirishima did though. Worry coursed through him as he wondered what was troubling his friend so much to make him look so distant and distraught.

“Bakugo?” He whispered, leaning in to keep his other friends out of it. “You don’t look so good, man.”

“I’m fine.” Katsuki growled though gritted teeth. “Let’s just finish this stupid-ass game already. I’m tired.”

. . .

Katskui’s world warped and twisted. He was standing in front of a swirling black portal, the villain Dabi’s hand wrapped around his neck. He felt panic building in his chest, but before he could process it all, he was jerked backwards. It was as if a string wrapped around his torso had been yanked, hard. Next thing he knew he was watching All Might fight All for One. His stomach lurched. His body felt weightless, and not entirely corporeal.

This is a dream, Katsuki reminded himself, but that didn’t stop the familiar panic from seizing him like a fist closing tightly around his heart. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything. He silently screamed at himself, cursing his incompetence, his weakness, his uselessness.

Katsuki sat up so quickly he nearly gave himself whiplash. He breathed heavily, hands clenching in his hair. He brought his legs to his chest, and lowered his head so his forehead touched his knees.

“It wasn’t real,” he reminded himself breathlessly. “You weren’t in any danger,”

Then why didn’t you do anything?

The thought was an ugly one, but hardly unfamiliar. It was one that plagued him nearly every time he had a dream like this. If he couldn’t spur himself into action even when he was dreaming, how the hell did he except to get anything done when there was real danger? How did he except himself to be a hero?

If you hadn’t been so damn weak, you never would’ve gotten caught and caused all that trouble!

Katsuki flinched at his mother’s words, still reverberating in his skull months after she’d said them.

I’m fucking useless.

Temper suddenly flared, he unfolded himself from his fetal position, grabbing the closet thing, which was an electrical alarm clock. Forcefully yanking the clock so the plug was pulled out of the socket, Katsuki hurled it to the floor. It landed with an unsatisfactory dull clunk, which only enflamed his anger more.

With a guttural growl, he lumbered out of bed, snatching the clock back up. This time, when he lobbed it again, he aimed for the wall next to his bed. With more force behind it, the clock hit the wall with a resounding CRACK. Katsuki watched, still panting as it tumbled onto the bed. He doubted it’d ever work again.

Taking a deep breath, he tossed the clock back to the floor, only there was no anger behind the gesture now. Just bitter resignation. Katsuki crawled back onto the bed, leaning against the wall.

“Bakugo?” A knock sounded just left of his head. “Everything ok? Did you throw something?”

Fuck. He’d woken Kirishima. Katsuki had forgotten about the red-head sleeping just next door. Anger coursed through him again, but this time it was laced with guilt. Idiot.

“It’s nothing,” Katsuki called back through the wall “Go back to sleep.”

Hoping Kirishima would leave it there, but knowing he wouldn’t, Katsuki buried himself in his blanket. Don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over, don’t come over-

Knock knock knock. “Bakugo? Can I come in?”

Goddamnit.

With an explosive sigh, Katsuki dragged himself back out of bed, stepping on the abandoned alarm clock in the process. “Shit!” He winced, kicking the now useless piece of plastic aside and rubbing his sore foot.

Kirishima knocked again.

“I’m comin’, quit whining.” The blond groaned, opening the door.

“Dude, what happened?” Worry laced Kirishima’s voice. His eyes darted from Katsuki to the room behind him, presumably searching for the source of the sound that’d awoken him.

“Nothing. I had a dream and I got mad.” Katsuki said lamely. “It’s not a big deal. Go back to bed.”

“Did you throw the alarm?” Kirishima ignored him, sidestepping the boy into his room. “Why? What kind of dream did you have?”

“None of your business.”

“Bakugo,”

His voice was soft and coaxing. It was the kind of voice you used when you were trying to get a small child to come out of a hiding spot. It was appropriate, Katsuki certainly felt small in that moment. He felt a dull ache in his chest at the sound of it. He sighed heavily again, sitting on the edge of his bed, walls caving in. “It was about Kamino.”

“Oh,”

Katsuki hung his head, not wanting the boy to see the tears burning the corners of his eyes. He felt the bed dip as Kirishima joined him.

“It wasn’t your fault, you know.” He said quietly. “None of it. Not the kidnapping, not the fight, not even All Might’s retirement.”

“If I hadn’t gotten caught-”

“None of us couldn’t prevented that. It was a surprise attack, we couldn’t have seen it coming. You were overwhelmed, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Katsuki felt a warm hand cover his knee. He looked up at Kirishima, seeing nothing but warmth.

“I feel weak.” Katsuki admitted.

“Don’t.”

Don’t. It was the same thing he’d told Kirishima when he said he’d felt dumb for spilling his hair dye all those months ago. Though he’d all but forgotten about the exchange, it all rushed back now, like a tidal wave that’d been held back by a dam.

“Thank you.”

There was more to say than that. More than Katsuki thought he could actually articulate. Those two small words carried more messages than he could ever say.

Kirishima seemed to understand, though. He didn’t ask for elaboration. He simply gave the toothy grin Katsuki had grown to love, patted him on the back, and said “You’re welcome.”

. . .

BOOM

Gym Beta rumbled as Katsuki leveled a particularly strong blast against Kirishima, who took the brunt of it unflinchingly.

“Woah, that was a big one!” The red head batted the smoke away, deactivating his quirk. “How’re you not tired? We’ve been at this for an hour!”

“Or course I’m tired, dimwit. I’m human, aren’t I?” Katsuki rolled his eyes, and whipped beads of sweat off his forehead. “I’ve been active so I’m sweating more. That’s what’s making my blasts more powerful.”

“Oh, yeah! That makes sense.” Kirishima chuckled, grabbing his and his the blond’s water bottles. “Man, you sure are lucky, Bakugo.”

“Huh?”

“With your quirk, I mean.” Kirishima explained, tossing the other bottle, which Katsuki caught deftly. “It’s so strong and flashy, and it only gets stronger the longer you use it! You’re gonna be a great hero some day. I just hope I can keep up with you.”

“Not this shit again,” Katsuki groaned, taking a swig from his water. “You’re strong. How many times do we have to have this conversation, Shitty Hair?”

“I know, I know,” Kirishima waved him off, also taking a drink. “Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate you saying that! It’s just hard to believe, y’know?”

Katsuki was quiet for a minute. It sucked because he did know. His friend’s words hit closer to home than he had probably intended. He knew first hand how difficult it was to change your mind when you’d already convinced yourself of something, no matter how often people told you otherwise.

Katsuki didn’t say any of this, though. “It’s late. We should head back.” Is what he said instead.

“Right,” Kirishima sighed, disappointment heavy in his voice. His eyes flashed with hurt as he turned his back to pick up his gym bag.

Damnit, say something.

“Kirishima,”

He turned back, surprised, but not unpleasantly so. “Yeah?”

“I don’t like it when you look down on yourself. You’re better than that, even if you don’t think so.”

“Woah, where’s this coming from?” There was laughter in his voice.

Katsuki shrugged, scuffing his toe against the cement floor. “I just need you to hear it. Even if you don’t believe it yourself.”

The smile that spread across Kirishima’s face wasn’t the huge shit-eating grin Katsuki had gotten so used to. It was a new one. This one was shy and grateful. This smile came with a small blush, the lightest dusting of pink across the boy’s cheeks.

Oh fuck. Katsuki felt his own face heat up.

“Thank you Bakugo. That really means a lot.”

“You’re welcome.”

Suddenly Katsuki was restless. Here he was, standing in front Eijiro Kirishima, a boy he’d thought about kissing a hell of a lot more than he was willing to admit, and he wasn’t doing a single thing. Suddenly, he felt like he had to do something.

“Hey. You know that thing you say about living without regrets?”

“Oh, yeah? What about it?”

Before he could think too much about it, Katsuki closed the gap between his and Eijiro, and pressed his lips to his.

Eijiro let out a surprised squeak, but didn’t pull back. Instead, his hand found Katsuki’s shoulder, and he pulled his closer. The kiss was awkward, and a little too forceful on the blond’s part. But it was happening. The kiss several months in the making was finally happening, and Katsuki was wondering what the hell had taken him so long?

“How long have you wanted to do that?” Eijio asked with a breathy laugh as they pulled apart.

Katsuki pursed his lips, considering. “I think since Kamino.”

“Since the final exams, for me.”

Katsuki scowled. “You mean I could’ve pulled this shit way earlier?” The red head laughed again, this time it was less breathy. “I guess, yeah. What stopped you?”

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same,” the blond grumbled, crossing his arms. “What a waste.”

“Aw, don’t say that! I was too scared to do it, too!” Eijiro planted both hands firmly on Katsuki’s shoulders, beaming. “But it’s ok! Cause you did it!”

Katsuki chuckled a little, burying his face in Eijiro’s shoulder and wrapping his shaking arms around him. He returned the embrace ten-fold, squeezing Katsuki so tightly he thought he’d pop. He let him, though.

It felt good to be held. So good, it might’ve even been worth all those wasted months.

“I’m so glad I’ve got you,” Eijiro whispered into Katsuki’s shirt.

Katsuki squeezed tighter. Defiantly worth it.

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danicarosaline · 4 years

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The nightmare

𝙹𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

The anon request: Hey! Can I please request a JJ imagine with "I thought you would never hurt me". he basically had a nightmare where he hits or hurts the reader but it's all fluffy when he wakes up💕💕

Warnings: ⚠️detailed description of violence⚠️

A/N: i am sorry anon, i kind of changed the nightmare into something more heartless & it’s a tad short );hope you still like it!!

( 𝚐𝚒𝚏 𝚋𝚢 @hvitstark )

The sun had drawn to take a rest, the moon taking over its place as the nightfall began to surround him, the distant light pole being a source of light, along with an old lantern he had set on the dirt after restlessly taking a seat on a murky tree log.

JJ loves the night because it hides all of his flaws, imperfections and the scars that burned onto his flesh from his father and from time to time, Rafe and his crew. JJ also loves the feeling of the soft breeze caressing his skin. Instantly calming his raging heartbeat as he stared off into the direction he came, waiting on you to arrive.

I need you. Come meet me at our favourite spot please.

I cant come over so please meet me at our spot. I love you.

JJ anxiously rubs his hands on his cargo shorts, standing up hastily as he paces back and forth. Sniffling and holding back the tears that had threatened to race down his cheeks.

The trees always looked different in the night and it was quite chilling, almost intimidating. Goosbumps had started to pattern his skin and his thin hoodie wasn’t doing him any good with the way it easily let the brisk air slip in. He cursed himself for shrugging away the thought of wearing something warmer, what an idiot he was. Where the hell is she?!

As if on cue, he heard the crunching of twigs snap in half, causing him to turn abruptly at the direction of the sound. You stood before him in your favourite black jumper, butterfly printed black sweats to match. Your arms were crossed but you didn’t seem angry, only cold as your teeth jittered and it almost made him feel guilty. Almost.

“JJ?” Your voice sounded so soft and angelic, as if he was only hearing it for the first time because his heart soared and he became weak in the knees. JJ started to reminisce about your sweet moments together. His first kiss with you and those first ‘i love you’s’ when you stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. If only it could last a bit longer.

His eyes watched you take leisurely steps towards him, uncrossing your arms from your chest and reaching out so you could pull him into your arms. Your brows were slumped downwards in confusion, your mouth slightly agape and all he wanted to do in this moment was to have his lips on yours but he held himself back. This is not what we came here to do

A calloused hand landed on your waist while the other gently gripped the base of your neck, pulling you closer so your forehead rested on his.

“Hey baby” he murmured, tugging you closer to his chest. Your breath fanned JJ’s face and he guessed you ate a few of those salted caramel candies you love so much before coming out here to see him. If you leaned in to kiss him he’d be able to taste it too.

“You’ve been crying love? What’s wrong?”

It has been a while since the last time JJ had texted you to meet him this late at night, though the only difference was that you have only been meeting the blond at your favourite spot during the daylight, not at the hours of twelve forty-five AM. Usually at these times JJ would be sneaking inside your bedroom window so you found it a bit odd and mildly suspicious that he refused to meet you back at your place.

Nevertheless, you trust him.

He wouldn’t forgive himself if anything terrible happened to the love of his life.

“I- i’m alright, nothing to worry about” JJ removed himself from his lover’s touch, only to bend down to pick up the old lantern from the ground. His eye twitched uncomfortably and he rapidly tilted his head to the side as if he had some sort of tic. His expression was far too serious for someone like himself and his knuckles were turning white from the tight clasp on the lantern.

“Jay please talk to me..” you studied his behaviour and brought your arms back to protectively wrap them across your chest. His jaw was clenched and the way he was inspecting you caused the hairs on your arms to stand but you didn’t know why exactly. He stood unnaturally still, not even blinking once.

“Love, I can’t help you if you don’t-“

JJ shifted the lantern to his less dominant hand so he could reach for something in his back pocket, once he pulled out the object you instinctively took a step back, your eyes bulging in shock at the sight of the sharp silver kitchen knife. The dim light in his hand illuminated his entire face so beautifully but below that unmoving eyes was a cheshire grin so terrifying, that you almost couldn’t recognise your favourite boy in front of you.

You back up against a tree, bushes and all sorts of branches blocked your way from escaping. JJ moved slowly, his movements came to a halt once he was only mere inches away from you. Aside from the beat of your heart, no muscle would move and your chest was heaving. You need to get away. This isn’t JJ.

In one quick movement JJ had a hand clutched around your throat forcing the air out of you, and your breath came in ragged, shallow gasps as you squirmed in JJ’s grip, clawing at his chest. “Tell me who he is” he growled. When JJ noticed you couldn’t speak he released your throat only to yank on the hair of your scalp instead, gazing at his girlfriend with little patience when the girl took her time to catch her breath.

“Answer me you whore”

The knife met your flesh, mushy and pudgy, that made a satisfying squish as the tip of the knife sank into your stomach. JJ twisted the knife, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cry was an intense sound, husky chokes mixed with an agonized roar that caused a satisfied smile to appear on his thin lips. He pulled out the knife and let you fall to your knees, taking a few steps back to examine what he’s done.

“I’m not done with you yet princess, just you wait”

JJ jolted awake from his unfathomable nightmare. His cheeks were flushed and wet with tears whilst his body bathed in cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around his limbs and his heart pounded against his chest. JJ was trembling. A fragment of the nightmare still clung to his mind. JJ angles his neck to the side, hoping he’d spot your sleeping figure beside him but panics when he finds it empty. Bits of golden locks fall onto his forehead as he wildly searches the room as if you’d be standing there watching him cry and thrash in his sleep.

JJ storms out of the guest bedroom with heavy footsteps, making the floorboards creak with every vivid step he took and jerking the door wide open, not really caring if it made a loud thud from hitting the wall that would probably awaken John B from his well deserved sleep. “Babe where are you!” He hollers, running a ring clad hand through his disheveled hair.

You sat in the kitchen, dressed in your work clothes and a cup of warm tea in your hands that almost spewed over upon hearing JJ’s loud, boyish voice. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you gazed at your crazy boyfriend wandering aimlessly around the chateau. Not spotting you at the kitchen table yet.

“JJ you crazy loser, what are you doing? It’s 8AM in the morning?”

“Oh my god..”

He trailed off as he scampered towards you and plucked you out of the chair to squeeze you in his embrace, he sighed in relief and patted your hair down. His heart continued to pound rapidly in his chest from the dream he had and even though you are safe and sound in his arms, he still couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. You pulled away to cup his face in your small hands, using a thumb to wipe away the visible tear that slipped out of his beautiful eyes and peppered his entire face in soft, sweet kisses.

“Did you have a nightmare again Jay?” You whispered quietly, knowing how shaken up JJ seemed and coming to the conclusion that this dream he had was most definitely worse than the ones he had the nights before. The boy just nodded and planted his face in the crook of your neck for comfort. Having you close calmed his nobility.

“It’s not real JJ i promise, I’m here for you okay?”

“I would never hurt you.. you’re everything to me and i can’t imagine a life without you. I can’t imagine ever laying a hand on you, i- i just never would. I fucking love you i do, i-“

He mumbled against your neck and squeezed you tighter in his arms, sniffling ever so quietly all the while holding a breath behind pursed lips. You don’t say a word, simply attaching your lips on his chapped ones to silence the rambles and to hope it would soothe away the negative thoughts that clouded his mind. JJ would never forgive himself if he laid a hand on his girl. He knows he is not like his father but the thought still weighs heavy on his mind.

JJ would rather go through the hells of his father’s fist or anyones for the matter before he would let himself harm you. JJ would end it all before that ever happened.

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honney-boy · 3 years

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Risky Business & Special Swims

John B Routledge x Reader

Words: 1k+

Warnings: shenanigans, summer night fun, skinny dipping, hints of nude and nakedness, a very small hint of lacking confidence in body image (if you don’t squint you’ll miss it)

Request: yes

can i request (from ur prompt list #1) “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry” and “If we get caught I’m blaming you” for John b!!! I guess those would prob be two diff imagines or if u wanna choose one :)

A/N: So I split this request into two, the other part of it will be up soon! This was suppose to be a blurb but I don’t know how to write blurbs correctly; I’m incapable of keeping more works under 200 words. I love details :) I am writing a lot more of John B so, send in some request for him; don’t be afraid to send some in for the others too!

For: Anon From:@honney-boy

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You don't know whose idea it started as, but now, it became a reality. You and the pogues decided to spend the night hanging out at the Chateau, nothing new, nothing different from the normal. The summer's night wasn't too bad; the humidity took a break tonight, and a nice breeze blew through the spaces between the trees and the things in the backyard. Pope started a bonfire–JJ and Kiara joined him and sat around it. You decided you would spend some time in the hammock, maybe use your reading light and finish the latest chapter of your book.

That was the plan, but John B had another. Instead of going back to the fire with the others after running inside for a second, he made his way over to the hammock and pushed you, making you sway back and forth. For a minute, you could ignore him, but then you began to swing higher, and the force freaked you out.

"Quit it," you hissed at him, poking your head up to send him a glare, but with where the hammock was, there wasn't much light, and the fire was a little ways away but still left a light orangish glow against your face. Though he couldn't see much of your face, he was able to make out some features, and he couldn't tell if you were glaring or pouting at him. Either way, a smile still stretched on his face, and you didn't need much light to know he was smiling; you could feel it.

John B slowed the hammock down but left it with a light sway that has you still moving. "What?"

"You know what," you began to wiggle around to try and get out, but that didn't help you. Your wiggling made it move more, making John B let out a soft laugh. "Please help me stop this and get out." There was a slight whine in your voice, and now you were pouting. He helped you out–stopping it and letting you out with ease and pulling you into his arms in the process. "You don't get a hug for me, mm mm. Nope."

He wrapped his arms around you, trapping you, but you still tried to escape. He squeezed you tighter, keeping you from wiggling away as he hugged you. The boy buried his head in your neck, chuckling at your childishness. "I'm getting one from you now,"

"Only because you're forcing me–get off me, loser." You try wiggling from his grasp again, but eventually, give up because you weren't getting out of it.

Kissing your neck twice, John B mumbles against your "I'm not a loser," you run your fingers through his long locks, and finally accepting his hug by wrapping your own around him–he hummed in appreciation. You kissed him against his cheek, and he mumbled something incoherent into your neck.

You giggled, "I can't understand, you bubs," you tug at his locks to pull his head back, finally scanning his features up close. It was almost too dark to see, but the light from the porch and the light illuminating from the fire gave you enough to make out something. But you've studied his features many times, more than you could count. All you needed was to run your fingers softly against his face, and your mind takes over with the image of him - beautiful inside and out, you’d say.

"I said, do you want to go for a swim. A special swim?" John B asks.

"A special swim?” you ask with a raised brow.

"Well, it's like a normal swim, but instead…" he trailed off, and you thought he would leave you hanging; his words were already intriguing you. He began to walk backward blindly–you could only imagine how that would turn out. But then he turned around and led you over to the dock. "...we swim naked." He finished saying over his shoulder so you could hear him better.

"You wanna go skinny dipping?" With a nod of his head, you got your answer. You looked over your shoulder at your friends laughing around the fire. They weren't close enough to know what was going on, but they could make a fair assumption. When you turned back to your boyfriend, John B had already taken off his button-down, thumbs hooked on the waistline of his shorts, ready for the outrageous thing you guys were about to do. "Our friends are literally right over there, John B."

"They're a good distance away. It's dark, and they can't see us over here well. Come on, it'll be fun," The boy was now in front of you, hands young your waist pulling you closer to him. The only thing keeping you guys from being skin to skin and also from shoulders deep in the water was your layers of clothing and hesitation.

It's not that you were scared to skinny dip or that you've never done it– you have. It's been a few years, but you have. The thought of being caught vulnerable in front of your friends made your stomach turn; you weren't the fondest of your body. Although Kiara and you both have seen each other at most half-naked during a few sleepovers where you tried on different clothes or countless times you guys got ready together. John B is about the only person who has seen you–besides your parents, but you were a babe then–and if he were comfortable and reckless about it, you would suck it up. You'd find some courage you have hiding in you and be reckless; live a little.

After some thought, you give in. "Fine, let's go skinny dipping. If we get caught, I’m blaming you." You say, and John B punches the air and suddenly gets filled with more adrenaline.

"Whatever, fine, blame me. I don't care. But hurry up and get naked," John B reaches for his shorts, and you turn around to start stripping yourself.

"Sheesh, at least take me to dinner first," you teased, and you heard him chuckle behind you. A few seconds later, you hear the water splash signifying he got into the water. After taking off your swimsuit, you walk over to the dock's edge, already regretting your decision, but it's supposed to be fun, and the risk of getting caught makes it more exciting.

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aces-of-the-center-court · 4 years

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hello dear anon! thank you for the request and for loving out first date headcanons! I’m really glad you enjoyed it, it’s one of my favourites. :) we apologise that this took so long, it was quite difficult to write because I had to do my research for the date spots but I hope this turned out alright. I hope you enjoy :)

- mod sunny.

first date with iwaizumi & sugawara

Sakusa Kiyoomi: Home Date

He would ask you out for a date at his house, thinking it would be the best possible spot – no outside germs or crowds

To his house?? On the first date?! You would be flustered at first but later realise the reason behind the date location and mentally punch yourself for having such impure thoughts

When you go over to his house, you would make sure to bring a small gift (after making sure to sanitise the surface of it ofc)

Once inside, you would ask for directions to the washroom to wash your hands where you would realise that he keeps his things very tidy

You both would then settle down at the living room and decide to play board games, where the two of you would just chill and have fun together instead of making it more competitive

A few games later, you two would then cook up something to go with the movie you rented

You would make sure to tell Sakusa that you had already sanitised the cover and disc before bringing it over, and he would mutter softly about how he trusts you about this since you two have an understanding for hygiene

You would both move to his room for the movie, seated closely next to each other, but not yet touching; it would be slightly unnerving – both your hearts would be beating loudly against your chests despite it not being the least bit intimate

By the time the movie came to an end, you two would have only remembered half the movie as you were both too conscious of the proximity between the two of you and the fact you were in his room

Before leaving, the two of you would clean up the spot you were both seating and he would offer to send you home but would take detours in order to spend more time together

To be honest, he wouldn’t want to separate from you, but he would not say it out loud since he wouldn’t want to be seen as selfish

Strolling in the park, the two of you would exchange some conversations and share comfortable silence, just enjoying both of your presences

He would probably be okay with your touches as he’s comfortable with you since your habits of staying clean helps too, but still not very likely to extend to kisses or hugs during the first date

“Be careful on your way back.” He would say quietly when you two arrive in front of the station and wave you goodbye before you leave.

Oikawa Tooru: Disneyland Date

He would pick you up early from your home, so he gets to spend more time with you during the travel from Miyagi to Tokyo

“You know, there’s a myth about going to Disneyland for the first date…” You would bring up nonchalantly on the train ride to the amusement park, referring to the legend that couples who go to Tokyo Disneyland for the first date would be destined to break up

Ah… Of course, Y/N-chan would have heard of such myths too… Bearing a troubled smile, he would respond, “Mm. I know of that too. Y/N-chan, do believe in it? I don’t.”

“Apparently, if the couple share a kiss within the park, their relationship will last longer… that’s what they say too. What contradictions, I wouldn’t believe such things.”

“Y/N-chan…” He would look at you with tears in his eyes, touched. Did you want to kiss- He would then knock himself out of it, “That’s right! I can’t believe people actually believed in that. Let’s have a great time, the both of us.” He would flash a charming smile at you

During the long ride – from Miyagi to Tokyo and to Disneyland – the two of you would nap on the train with your head lying on his shoulder and his on yours

Upon arrival, Oikawa would be making loud excitable enthusiastic noises while you would be equally excited despite not reacting as openly as he would

After purchasing tickets, Oikawa would pull you along to the gift shop by the entrance to procure adorable matching headbands and trinkets and would snap a selfie of the two of you wearing it – it’s something he had always wanted to do

Checking the lines at the attractions, you two would go to the popular attractions with lines that would never seem to die down first – according to both your intensive research

During the rides, the two of you would be seated close while enjoying the rides or grabbing on to each other for dear life

Afterwards, you two would grab some snacks, where Oikawa would be taking a lot of selfies and pictures of the food, before heading for the afternoon shows and parade

Throughout the date, there would be a lot of natural physical touches, sitting close together on the rides, hitting him on his arms when he does stupid things that made you laugh, and holding hands to make sure the both of you do not get lost in the crowd

While waiting for the rides, there would always be something to talk about – the pictures and videos that the both of you took, discussing about the rides etc.

Right around sunset, the both of you would try canoes for a cruise ride. The view would be stunning, but Oikawa would be staring at you the entire time and trying to sneak a picture

For dinner, you two would have it at the banquet hall while discussing the long day and how you guys would be so tired you can sleep immediately after reaching home

Although he doesn’t believe in myths, he would still be quite wary of it, so during the night fireworks, he would call you softly and lean in for a kiss in front of the Cinderella’s castle

Perhaps sleeping immediately from the fatigue of the long day is no longer an option now as the you would probably be too red in the face from thinking about the kiss to sleep.

Kageyama Tobio: Aquarium Date

After his thorough research and advices that he received from his upperclassmen (mainly Sugawara), he would decide to invite you to the aquarium at Sendai

He would be rather nervous in the beginning, wondering if he prepared everything necessary but would also be excited about seeing the aquatic creatures

At the aquarium, the two of you would be fascinated by the school of fishes swimming in groups, the stingrays, rockfishes and others, which would mean many photographs and videos taken by the both of you

He would not be able to hide his enthusiasm – in an animated way, with lots of ‘wow’ and ‘woah’ from him, he would be openly captivated by the fishes that did not seem to dislike him despite how close his face was to the tank

Kageyama would slowly start to loosen up and relax throughout the date, except when you would unexpectedly grab on his hand of course

Physical contact would be rather natural with you leading it e.g. grabbing his arm to bring him to the next exhibit – his heart would beat unnaturally fast when you do and he’d lose focus of the sea creatures

He would realise that he seemed to be having the most fun and would find it embarrassing that he lost control of his enthusiasm; but when he sees you having fun observing the fishes, he would be relieved and forget about the fishes for a moment while watching you – he’d then snap out of it and tell himself to stay cool in your presence

You two would make small conversations when walking to the other tanks and discussing about the animals – how some fishes look dramatic and scary, cute and small – comparing the fishes to some of his teammates

“This fish looks like Tsukishima, looks like it has a scowl on its face.” Kageyama would compare, watching it closely with his face almost touching the glass, eyes squinting. You would try to suppress your laughter at his antics but would agree with him

A machine that can project your colouring of sea creature on a screen next to it would pique the interest of both of you, hence would try it out without a second thought

The two of you would be so amazed after watching your very own sea creature creations swimming in the screen and would proudly take pictures of each of your masterpieces

Up next would be the dolphin show, where the two of you would be so engrossed in the show that you both forget to take videos and you would later mention about how you regret not capturing the moment

After the aquarium, you two would stop by a small family restaurant to have your meal, looking over pictures and videos together while talking about the sea creatures and the date

On another note, Kageyama would now have a selfie of the both of you which would become his phone screensaver from now on.

Miya Atsumu: Laser Tag Date

The both of you would have agreed on meeting in the late afternoon at the laser tag location

Would then decide to play against one another for the first round, then team up for the next round

He would entice you with a bet where the loser would have to listen to the winner for the rest of the date; your competitive self would not let this opportunity slip

In the first round, you would play lone wolf – while assessing the situation and protecting yourself from the rest of the players, you would try to look for him to shoot him down

He would also play lone wolf instead of forming alliance with others because he knows that’s how you would play and wants it to be a fair fight

He would enjoy seeing you play seriously while having fun but would also want to take you down so you would be at his beck and call for the rest of the date

The two of you would be too focused on taking down each other that when you finally spot him and was about to shoot, someone else eliminated you first

Looking at board, you would see your name being the one who was out, but the next instant, Atsumu’s name would appear just below yours

The two of you would be annoyed, not be able to settle the scores would set the fire in your hearts even hotter

The next round, you and Atsumu would team up as planned and discuss attack and defense strategies. With great chemistry, the two of you would brutally take down the other players smoothly and emerge as the winner at the end

Feeling refreshed, the both of you would go for dinner at somewhere simple. It would be a casual yet refreshing meal, he has quite an appetite so he would order a lot to eat

During the meal, the two of you would enthusiastically discuss moments during the laser tag round where you both won and put off the bet until the next time

“It’s thanks to me that we won, I helped defend your back!” You would claim, but he’d retort, “Nah, it’s my aiming that helped take down our opponents.”

“Okay, end of argument. We make the perfect team – and the perfect couple.” He would conclude smugly, knowing your heart would skip a beat at the last part of his statement

Before the date ends, he would make sure to leave a peck on your cheek. He would then grin smugly as he flirts, “Make sure your lips are ready for mine on our next date.”

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good-doctor-imagine · 4 years

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Crush (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Summary: Bill doubts that you like him because you’re flirty around everyone but Richie is determined to prove him differently.

Requested by anon: “hii! could you do a fic where bill has a huge crush on the reader and reader is very flirty w/ everyone and the losers are trying to get bill to ask y/n out? i was also thinking about using the prompts “Wow, a great idea, but I’d rather die.”, “OH you’re jealous!”, and “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” ty”

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning(s): swearing, mention of parents arguing, the word daddy, not proofread

Bill could not be more obvious when it comes to his crush on you. Every time you talked to him, his face would light up like his tree on Christmas. His stutter would be significantly worse to the point where he has to take a breather. When you were ever in the vicinity, he would just stare at you longingly.

His crush on you might be a surprise to some. You weren’t necessarily a part of the losers club but you were nice enough to talk to them. Bill made it a point to apologize to you every time someone gave you trouble for hanging out around them, but you always brushed it off. You weren’t that worried about your image anyway, you just wanted to have fun with friends.

Any time you sat with the losers club at lunch it would always be hectic. You were known for being a bit flirty interacting with others. Instead of being reserved like a lot of people, you were pretty hands-on.

“Oh, Richie is this a new shirt?” Without thinking, your hand came up and grabbed the collar of Richie’s floral-patterned button-up, rubbing it between your fingers.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You like it?”

“It looks cute on you,” You smiled back, a giggle leaving your throat before you retracted your hand.

While you weren’t best friends with Richie, both of your personalities mixed well when you were with each other. You both would try to one-up each other somehow when it came to flirting but you would always change the subject if Richie started making crude jokes.

Along with your physical affection, a few months ago you decided to give all of the losers their own pet name. Eddie’s is cutie, Richie’s is handsome, Ben’s is angel, Stanley’s is prince, and Mike’s is hot stuff. When Beverly lived in Derry, you would always call her love.

To his dismay, Bill didn’t really get a pet name. You always used different ones: babe, sugar, pumpkin, precious, literally anything you came up with. Bill would be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a bit jealous when it came to the affection you showed the rest of the losers.

Bill wasn’t in the best of moods and the rest of the losers noticed. Stanley attempted to cheer him up a bit but he didn’t really know what was wrong with him. That was until you met them. They were in the losers clubhouse when you decided to climb in. They were a bit surprised because they only showed you the location once but you managed to memorize the way there. Plus, Richie secretly invited you to spend time with them that day.

“Hey sweet cheeks, glad you could make it,” Richie grinned, head peeking over his comic book.

You smiled back at him. “Thanks for inviting me, Handsome.”

Although he was happy (albeit a bit nervous) that you were there, Richie’s pet name made his eyes roll. His mood was dropping by the second. Richie made sure to keep his eye on Bill as you made your way towards him.

“What’cha doing?” You asked Bill, leaning over his shoulder to see what he was writing.

His face started to heat up as he angled his arm to cover some of the paper. Bill didn’t want you to read what he was writing, even if you liked it. There was always the possibility of you not enjoying it or lying that you did.

In the other corner of the room, Richie was smiling widely but hid his face behind the comic book he was pretending to read. Step one was complete.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, want to read with me?”

Just like that, Bill’s face was drained of color, all of the red beginning to form disappeared. Your head swiveled towards Richie, to see what he was talking about. You were almost hesitant with your actions, your hand lingering on the back of Bill’s chair as you left.

Richie didn’t even try to hide his grin when you sat next to him in the hammock, the small space making you sit practically on top of him. You sat with Richie for quite a while, not having to worry about being kicked off because Eddie wasn’t there. While you were genuinely reading the comic, Richie’s eyes were glued on Bill, soaking in any reaction he could get.

“Richie, are you still reading this page?”

Your voice shocked him out of his trance. “Sorry, baby, I’m a slow reader. When you’re done with a page, you can just tap me and I’ll turn it.” Richie made sure that whenever you tapped him from them on, he would turn the page as he said. When it came to his next move, Richie was thankful that Bill was facing them, a large frown present of his face.

Being the cheesy bastard he was, Richie stretched his arm out as he yawned and gently maneuvered his arm to rest behind your head. You looked up at Richie and rose an eyebrow at him in question. Usually, Richie would just flirt with his words but this time, he wanted to get a reaction.

And he was successful. Bill was very expressive when it came to his emotions, even if he didn’t want to be. As soon as Richie’s arm was over your shoulder, Bill’s jaw clenched and the pen in his hand was starting to bend from the amount of force he was exerting on it.

Luckily enough for him, you actually had to leave not long after the incident. You apologized to the group for not being able to stay long (which they didn’t mind anyway) before leaving the clubhouse with a proud trashmouth and an angry best friend.

When Richie figured you were far enough that you couldn’t hear them, he set his comic book down and peeked over at Bill who still looked as annoyed as before.

“What’s up Bill?” Richie teased, although he tried his best to come off as genuine, “You look like someone killed your cat.”

Bill’s face scrunched up as he faced his friend. Bill knew well why he looked upset but he wasn’t sure if he wanted the other losers to know. “It’s nothing. Just can’t think.”

The trashmouth rose his head as if to say he understood, making Bill turn his attention back to the paper in front of him. Richie didn’t want the situation to die from there, his main goal was to get a reaction from Bill and he wasn’t going to stop until Bill admitted that he had feelings for you.

“Wasn’t Y/n cute today?” Richie sighed, his body sinking into the hammock. He smiled as Bill’s head shot up at your name. Bingo.

“What do you mean?” Stanley questioned from the corner of the room, his eyes steady on Richie as if he was studying him.

“Ah, I don’t know,” Richie sighed again, “It’s just they looked really cute today, don’t you think, Bill?” Bill couldn’t help his breath from getting stuck in his throat as everyone’s eyes landed on him.

“I-I think Y-Y-Y/n looks c-cute e-e-every d-day.”

Shit! I wasn’t supposed to say that! I was supposed to say they looks the same as every other day, dumbass!

In an instant, Richie’s face lit up in amusement. This was going better than he planned. Sitting up so he could see Bill fully, he decided to continue egging on his best friend.

“Oh, really? Which outfit do you like the best? Personally, I think the outfit they wore to school yesterday was my favorite. Like everyone was staring at them—”

“Shut up, Richie,” Bill shot at him, his upper lip curling as he sneered at his friend. He wasn’t going to lie, you did look good yesterday and, yes, everyone was staring at you but that didn’t mean they should. Thinking about everyone looking at you makes Bill’s stomach turn, especially if it was Richie.

“OH you’re jealous?” Richie laughed, his eyes wide as he sent a crazed look to his blushing friend. The other losers were deathly quiet and they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

“What are you talking about?” Bill tried to act dumb, squinting his eyes at Richie’s antics.

Bending over in the hammock, Richie let out a heavy laugh. “Can you believe that, Stanley? Big Bill has a crush!”

Stanley bit his tongue as his eyes shot between his two friends. Whatever was happening, he did not want to be in the middle of it. Bill couldn’t even hide his embarrassment, his face was bright red and his mouth was open to speak but nothing was coming out.

“H-H-How,” Bill stumbled. There was no way he could lie to his friends, not all of them were idiots.

“It’s so obvious,” Richie pointed out after wiping the tears from his cheeks. “You’re head over heels for them. You’re practically drooling at every move they make.” Bill was speechless, shocked by the bluntness of his friend. “You should just ask them out already.”

Now that is what smacked Bill out of his shock. There was absolutely no way that he could do that. You didn’t even like him like that. “W-Wow, a g-g-great i-idea, but I’d r-rather d-die,” Bill scoffed, his eyes landing on the ground.

Richie tried not to deflate from his friend’s depressed attitude. “Why not?”

“I m-mean, th-th-they’re a-amazing but they don’t l-li-like me like th-that. I don’t th-think they e-even like m-me a-as much as y-y-you guys.”

“What makes you think that?” Stanley speaks up, raising his eyebrows at Bill as he thought about his relationship with you. It was like all of his insecurities were coming back to bite him in the butt.

“Well,” Bill mumbled, his voice becoming softer. He felt almost too embarrassed to admit it. “I-I don’t e-e-even have a-a ni-nickname.”

Richie’s retracted, putting a hand on his chest to be dramatic. Stanley was still calm, beckoning for Bill to explain.

“I-It’s hard to t-t-tell if th-they’re e-even into me b-b-because it’s like th-they’re into e-e-everyone. P-Plus, you a-all have n-n-nicknames. Richie, th-they call you H-Handsome, and St-Stanley, they call y-y-you Prince. W-What do they c-c-call me? B-Bill. I think it’s o-o-obvious e-enough.”

Richie couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened by his statements but he knew what he was talking about. Bill was right to feel that way, you were a bit flirtatious by nature and you did have a nickname for everyone in the group but him.

However, Richie could see how much you cared for him. Even if you were talking to Richie, your focus would be on Bill. He saw the way you could always position yourself so you could see Bill and the way your eyes would be glued to Bill as Richie tried to talk to you. It may be hard for Bill to realize your feelings but it was always obvious to Richie.

Despite wanting to shoot Bill’s negative thoughts down, Richie held his tongue. If he said anything, he knew that Bill would deny him. You liked him; Bill needed to hear it for himself and Richie was determined to help his friend realize it.

The next day, Richie called you and asked if he could come over. Out of curiosity and confusion, you said yes. Richie and you might shoot jokes at each other every now and then but you two never really spoke out of the group. If he needed to talk to you privately, it must be something important.

When he finally arrives, you make sure he’s okay first by scanning over him. For all you know, he could have gotten into a fight and you were the only person he could call. You quickly realized that absolutely nothing was wrong with him when he shot you a grin.

“Wow, checking me out so early in the morning?”

“Shut up Richie,” You dismissed him but you couldn’t help but smile at his playfulness. That was part of the reason why you two got along so well. “Why are you here?”

Before he said anything, Richie looked around to make sure no one was around him, specifically any of the losers. “Can I come in?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you opened the door slowly, suspicious of what he was going to talk about. The loud mouth not saying anything until he was inside where no one could hear him but you was a bit nervewracking. It took a little bit for Richie to get settled, choosing to sink into your couch the moment he stepped into the living room.

“Now can you tell me why you’re here?”

“Tell me, what do you like about Bill?” Richie asked, his tone light like he was a proper mother (part of him felt like he was).

It took more than you thought to keep yourself from shaking at his question. How in the world did he know? No, you didn’t try to hide it but you just assumed that everyone would be oblivious to your feelings because you acted close to everyone. Richie saw right through you.

“H-How did you–”

“You’re just like Bill, I swear,” Richie sighed, cutting you off. You were standing in front of him as still as ice. You were frozen and sweating by the sudden anxiousness that coursed through you. “It’s really pretty obvious as long as you pay attention. I’m not dumb, y’know?”

Part of you tried not to laugh at his last statement, your mind flashing back to the time in class when he questioned why letters were involved in math. When Richie cleared his throat, you realized your situation. You could fully admit that you like Bill and face the consequences and the teasing or you don’t admit that you like Bill, have to keep lying, and still face and consequences and the teasing.

“Fine, I like Bill,” You admitted, “But it’s not just because he’s really cute okay? He’s a genuinely nice person and he’s really funny. Actually, he’s the only person I feel like I can really laugh with. Not only that but he’s also a really talented wri–”

“Okay, okay!” Richie interrupted, waving his hands up, “I didn’t ask for a whole essay!”

You went quiet and hung your head, trying to hide your embarrassment. By no means did you want to rant about Bill to his best friend, especially Richie. There’s no way you’re not going to be teased now.

“Look, I know Bill likes you too–”

“Really?” Your head shot up, eyes lighting up in excitement. Was he serious? Bill really liked you back? This is like a dream come true.

“Oh my god,” Richie grumbled, smacking his forehead, “Are you blind? Anyway, that’s not why I’m here. Bill feels like you don’t like him because you don’t have a pet name for him.”

Your face scrunched up as you stared at Richie, shaking your head to him to explain.

“Everyone in the group has pet names, even Beverly and she’s not even here anymore. He just feels left out because of it. And he’s as stupid as you and can’t take a hint.”

You ignored the last part of his confession and thought to yourself. You give just about everyone a pet name, it is a way that you show your affection but it felt kind of weird to do that with Bill. Bill was someone you seriously cared about and you didn’t want to show him the same affection as everyone else. He was someone you liked differently.

However, you can see how that could look bad on your part. Not giving him a nickname like everyone else could make him feel different, and not the good kind of different. You tried out a few on him here or there but none of them felt right. He was special to you and you felt like the pet names you gave everyone didn’t fit him.

“You’re right, I am an idiot. I didn’t even realize…” You trailed off as you thought about how Bill has acted strangely the past few weeks. Every time you went to hang out with his group he was always paying attention to you, watching your every move. You’ve been using your nicknames for them a lot recently, especially since you’re finding yourself wanting to sit with them more, and every time you would say hi to Bill without a nickname of his own, his mood would sour.

As you sank to the ground in disappointment, Richie’s smile grew. Richie swore he was a mastermind as he would see all of the puzzle pieces falling into place. Maybe in the future, he should become a matchmaker– no. He can’t even handle his own problems, let alone ten more. Plus, he’s not that good with customer service.

“Don’t worry too hard.” Richie’s smile was as big as it could get as he watched you look up at him defeated. “I’ve got a plan.”

Monday was going terribly for Bill. The start of his day was like no other, brushing his teeth and getting dressed. When he went downstairs, though, his parents started to argue again. It had been a while since their last argument and he finally thought that they were over it now, but they seemed to go into the same routine.

He tried to leave as soon as he could but in that rush, he forgot to grab his rain jacket. Lucky for him, it started to rain on his way to school! By the time he arrived, Bill was thoroughly soaked and had to ask for another change of clothes.

When he got the clothes, however, he wished that he never asked for them. He was given an annoyingly bright yellow stained T-shirt and some ripped jeans muddled with dirt. Despite his protests, the office ladies were quick to convince him into changing.

He didn’t even look at you that morning, too embarrassed by how he looked to interact with you. You didn’t really care, Bill looked cute regardless of the stained clothes he was forced to wear.

Out of everything, Bill was not looking forward to lunch. Normally, he would be elated that you were going to spend time with the club but he felt something off. Even this morning, he could feel your eyes lingering on him. Maybe he was just overreacting, but Bill was starting to get anxious.

While he was staring off in space, you snuck up behind him, glancing at Richie as you leaned next to Bill’s ear.

“Hey, daddy.”

Almost instantaneously, the water in Bill’s mouth spewed across the table, causing for Richie to jump out of his seat. While Richie was holding up his hands in disgust, Bill was busy coughing from the water he accidentally inhaled. You were shocked at his reaction but you eventually started to laugh, amused by his reaction.

When he was done coughing, Bill sent Eddie and Richie an apologetic look.

“S-Sorry Bill,” You tried to settle down but giggles kept escaping your throat. “I didn’t expect you to react like that.”

Bill looked at you, his eyes wide. “W-Wha-Why?”

You looked over at Richie, making sure it was okay to tell Bill but he was too distracted trying to dry his clothes.

“I just thought you looked really cute,” You shrugged, hoping Bill would go along with it. You weren’t exactly lying, Bill did look really cute. Bill didn’t shrug it off this time, instead his eyes squinted at you as you continued to ramble. “See!” You pointed at Bill’s face as he pouted a bit, “You’re just so cute it’s hard to resist– I mean, you can’t really blame me, can you?”

“W-W-Wait,” Bill stopped you, blinking as he tried to process what you were saying. “A-Are you fl-flirting w-w-with m-me?”

“You finally noticed?” Richie shouted, throwing his arms up as he looked at Bill incredulously. He felt good that Bill was finally realizing your feelings, but he definitely did not expect being spit on as payment.

You smiled as BIll’s mouth hung open, his eyes not moving from yours. He was shocked, that was for sure.

“A-Are you serious?” Bill spoke up although his voice was quiet.

“Bill, I’ve liked you for a while.”

“B-But I th-thought y-y-you–”

“Richie told me that you didn’t feel like I liked you because I didn’t give you a nickname, so I gave you one!” As Bill stumbled over his words, you were grinning, amused by how he was frozen by such a simple action. “So, I’ll see you later for our date?” You asked, your eyebrow raising.

Bill didn’t think that his face could get any warmer but it did. He felt like dying, sweat starting to roll down the palms of his hands. “D-D-Date? L-Later?”

“Yeah,” You confirmed, nodding your head. Before you left, you patted his shoulder and sure to send him a wink. “See you after class.”

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pufflyhallows · 4 years

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Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Request: Hi! I love your blog and your writings!! They’re so amazing and I love your wiring style!!! Anyway, I was hoping you could do a soulmate!George Weasley x Hufflepuff!reader if your requests are open/if you want to. If not just ignore this please. If you decide to do it, could it maybe be a matching tattoo one where they both have a flower on their wrist and the reader always tries to hide it and keep it covered but then maybe one day something happens and he or Fred sees her tattoo?

a/n: I AM BACK! This is my very first soulmate!AU, so I hope I did okay :) thanks again to the sweet anon who sent the request, I loved it. Also, there is no war.

Warnings: language, as usual.

Word count: 3,623

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Pulling down the long sleeve of your school robe to cover your wrist had become a habit. Closing your hand tightly to hold the fabric in place only added to your obsessive manner, something that your friends had noticed already.

Inconvenient questions had been asked, but you flawlessly dodged them every time. You were used to it, although it bothered you.

It bothered you for many reasons: the fact that people cared about it so much and often asked to see it, making you sound like a jerk when you didn’t let them; the fact that apparently you were the only one uncomfortable with your soulmate tattoo, everyone else showing them off proudly and excitedly; the fact that you had seen with your own eyes people finding their match and you thought it wouldn’t happen to you because you just couldn’t bring yourself to be more open with it.

But there you were – walking down the corridor with your hand squeezed tightly, the long sleeve in its right place, keeping your tattoo perfectly covered.

You were headed to the common room, where you would meet your friends to play Exploding Snap, a typical Friday night. It was rare to have a homework-free weekend, though. So this time was different – many Hufflepuffs were going to stay up late down there, which was the closest you could get to a big slumber party. The thought of it excited you.

Once you reached the corridor to the kitchens, you saw two tall boys wearing Gryffindor robes at the end, coming your way. You knew they shouldn’t be there, but Hufflepuffs were used to seeing students from the other houses sneaking out of the kitchens, usually with hands full of snacks. You couldn’t judge though, you did the same with your friends – it was one of the perks of being a Hufflepuff and having the common room so strategically located.

You chuckled quietly to yourself when you noted that the boys – twins – were, in fact, carrying snacks.

“Good evening,” you greeted once you walked past them, a cheeky smile on the corner of your lips.

“Good evening,” they replied in the same tone.

“You didn’t see us here,” one of them added.

You stopped walking, realizing the opportunity that was being presented, and looked back, trying to hide a wicked grin. “I think I did, actually.”

They stopped as well, turning back to you.

“Are you sure?” the other one asked. He had a small bundle in his hand, which you quickly glanced at before meeting his eyes again, “I could swear we weren’t here.”

“Maybe I’m confused,” you said, frowning, “I might need something to clear my mind.”

The twins, who you knew by sight, looked at each other and smirked, both very amused by the girl in front of them. The one holding the bundle glanced at it too, pondering whether or not he was willing to give it up for a silence deal.

Such deal might not be worth a slice of the profit from their visit to the kitchens, but a possible friendship with a clever girl certainly is.

“Very well, then,” he handed it to you, a very business-man manner adding to the contract-being-sealed atmosphere.

You intended to look cool, but you were sure the look on your face was giving away the surprise you felt for being successful at the disguised blackmail.

You grabbed the bundle and looked at it for a few seconds. “Yeah... I guess I didn’t see you here.”

The boy smirked and stepped back, joining his brother as he left with the rest of their stuff.

You walked fast towards the barrels, tapping the right rhythm to open the passage and getting in as soon as it did.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted your friends, “I brought snacks.”

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The sun was shining bright in the sky, the wind alleviating the increasing heat coming from it. It was the perfect day for the last match of the Quidditch cup, with summer right around the corner.

You weren’t really excited, though. Hufflepuff was in third place, which meant that the results of the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw match wouldn’t change anything for the better. If Gryffindor won, Hufflepuff would remain in third place, but if Ravenclaw won, Hufflepuff would go down to fourth.

Cedric had put a poster on the notice board with the cup ranking. He wasn’t happy either, everyone could tell, but he tried to stay positive and cheer his housemates up.

1. Slytherin

2. Gryffindor

3. Hufflepuff

4. Ravenclaw

The Slytherins should be the ones feeling worried, that’s for sure. They were in first place and they intended to stay in first place. So, if Gryffindor won, they would probably lose their shit.

You walked out of the common room with your friends, heading for the pitch. The only excited one among you all was Hannah, who rambled on and on about how everyone should be rooting for Gryffindor because their victory would mean Hufflepuff wouldn’t end up in last place and it would also mean the Slytherins wouldn’t win the cup which was good because they were responsible for the defeat that threw Hufflepuff to third place and Flint had called Cedric names and etc etc… You sighed. She had a point, sure. But third place?! That was so disappointing compared to last year’s cup. And a feeling of fulfilled revenge wasn’t going to change that nor make you feel better.

But if the Hufflepuffs were down and the Slytherins were worried, the Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws were the complete opposite. The extremely loud cheering gave it away as soon as you stepped in the pitch – the chanting of the houses’ names took over the entire crowd.

“Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!”

“Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw!”

You could spot several Slytherin students screaming the eagle house’s name, though. Perhaps they didn’t believe Ravenclaw could surpass them on points in this match and win the cup, otherwise they wouldn’t be cheering so loud. Instead, they would wear stern faces like their worried housemates.

Hannah was already conjuring a red headband with the words Go Potter! on it.

“Really?” Susan asked.

“Why not?” Hannah replied, following the Gryffindor crowd on the chanting.

You exchanged a look with Susan, both of you finding it amusing how she could be enjoying this so much. You wished you could too.

“Try seeing it this way,” Susan said as she conjured two red headbands, “It’s not really rooting for Gryffindor. It’s more like rooting against Slytherin.”

She handed you one of the headbands and smiled encouragingly, putting on the other one.

You looked at it, reading the words Go Gryffs. This time, you smiled too, even if resignedly.

“I don’t like house rivalries,” you explained to her, “I feel like wanting Slytherin to lose the cup is just… bitter. Like a sore loser thing.”

“Ignore what I said and see it as rooting for Gryffindor, then,” she shrugged, “I don’t know, Y/N. Just have fun.”

Just have fun. Well, she was right. You were over-thinking. Again.

You put on the Gryffindor-themed headband and waited as Madam Hooch entered the field, being followed by the Ravenclaw team not long after, with Gryffindor right behind them.

Lee Jordan greeted the crowd, narrating what was going on down there while Madam Hooch talked to the captains. You looked at both teams, recognizing most of those faces, until your eyes fell on two ginger heads – twin ginger heads.

“Oh, that’s right!” you thought out loud, “They play for Gryffindor!”

“Who?” Susan asked.

“The twins.”

“Um… Yeah,” she chuckled.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle and several brooms lifted off the ground, flying high above all the other students and the few teachers – the match had begun.

With every tight turn Harry Potter took, Hannah gasped. In a minute, it looked like he had seen the snitch. In the other, he seemed as lost as Cho Chang. And between those moments, both teams scored.

Right now, Ravenclaw had the lead, and your friend Hannah looked like she could explode at any moment. She had bitten her nails to nubs, complaining loudly when Ravenclaw scored a goal.

“Come on!” she yelled, placing her hands around her mouth to amplify her words. The movement made her long sleeves slide on her arms until they reached her elbows, revealing her tattoo. Before you could tell what it was, you looked away, pulling down your sleeve and squeezing your hand shut tighter than ever.

You always felt weird when that happened, like you had just seen something very personal, a complete invasion of privacy.

You trailed off in thoughts, distracted by your own insecurity when you heard the people around you cheer the loudest in that morning. Even Susan, who had been rather discreet throughout the game, was now jumping and chanting with the others.

Confused, you looked at the field, realizing a few Ravenclaw players had come down and gotten off their brooms already. All the Gryffindors were still up, flying around each other, raising theirs fists and smiling/laughing.

“Gryffindor is the winner!” Lee Jordan’s words finally made sense to you, “Gryffindor surpasses Slytherin and is the winner! Gryffindor is the Quidditch cup winner! Gryffindor!”

“Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!”

You were taken aback. You didn’t know what to think of it, really.

“They won!” Susan cheered, throwing an arm around your shoulders, “We’re not in last!”

“Great,” you tried to smile.

“Ravenclaw got so close to surpassing us!” Hannah placed a hand on her chest, “I almost died, I swear to God.”

“A difference of five points, Y/N! That’s why we’re celebrating,” Susan explained, “If they had scored another goal, we would be in last right now. It wouldn’t matter if Gryffindor won.”

“Yeah, I know how Quidditch works,” you said, regretting it the second after, “Sorry. I just wish it was Cedric.”

You pointed at the field and Susan saw the Gryffindor team carrying Oliver Wood, their captain and Keeper, as he raised the silver Quidditch cup trophy above his head. You looked for Cedric, finding him a bit far from you, and noticed the polite smile on his face as he congratulated the Gryffindors around him, but that smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Five points!” Ernie yelled next to your ear, startling you, “One more goal and we were down!”

“Oh my God, where were you?” Hannah asked.

The two of them quickly started recounting their favorite moments of the match, while you watched as the Gryffindors went nuts. You were pretty sure you had seen Professor McGonagall announcing a detention to a student who had ripped his shirt open and spilled Butterbeer on himself.

“Room of Requirement, right now,” Ernie replied to whatever Hannah had said.

“We’ll be there,” she nodded and he left, joining the Gryffindors as they jumped and sang.

“We’ll be there for what?” you asked.

“Celebration party!” she smiled.

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You knew about the Room of Requirement, but you had never been there.

It was said it only revealed itself when a student was in need. You didn’t think of partying as a need, but… well, you weren’t complaining.

You followed Hannah and Susan to the middle of a corridor on the seventh-floor. You had no idea of how you were going to get in and it looked like neither did Susan, but, once the three of you reached a tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet, Hannah went to the opposite wall and started pacing in front of it. Slowly, a big door appeared on the wall, and Susan smiled excitedly at you.

Hannah stopped and reached for the doorknob, not before motioning for you two to follow her inside.

As soon as you stepped in the room, the words seemed to have left your brain – you were completely speechless.

You were expecting an old, dusty room full of old furniture, or at least an old classroom, or, God, even an empty room. But boy, were you wrong.

Behind that big door was a big room, with Gryffindor-themed decorations, cool furniture – like comfy armchairs, couches, round tables – dim lighting that made you forget the sun was shining bright outside, snacks and drinks of all kinds and music!

You looked at Susan and realized she was just as surprised as you. Hannah, on the other hand, looked totally unimpressed, as if none of that was new for her.

The people in there were mostly Gryffindors, but you recognized fellow Hufflepuffs and a few Ravenclaws. No Slytherins in sight. No one there looked younger than a fifth-year. No teachers, obviously.

There couldn’t be more than fifty people in that place. You started to think that was a rather exclusive party.

How did you get there?

“C’mon, there’s Ernie,” Hannah said, motioning for you and Susan to follow her once again.

Your friend was chatting with a Gryffindor girl, next to the snacks table. When he saw the three of you, he smiled, opening his arms.

“There they are! Emma, this is Hannah, Susan and Y/N. Girls, this is Emma.”

Greetings were said and polite smiles were exchanged.

“Where’s the team?” Hannah asked.

“They’re coming,” Emma answered, “They stop by the locker-room first, which is good ‘cause we can prepare all this for them before they get here.”

“That’s so nice of you,” Susan replied.

“It’s a way of thanking them, I guess. I mean, they worked so hard for this.”

“They deserve it,” Hannah nodded, “And thank you for having us, by the way.”

“Ernie’s friends are my friends,” she smiled, “Have fun!”

“We will. Thank you,” you smiled back at the girl and she left to talk to a group of Gryffindors, probably the people who organized the party with her.

“So…” Hannah smiled mischievously at Ernie, “Ernie’s friends are my friends, huh?”

“Yeah...” the boy looked down, blushing, “Did you see her tattoo?”

Your heart stopped.

“Oh! I didn’t!” Hannah gaped, “Is she…?”

Ernie nodded, making Hannah gasp dramatically.

“Oh my God, congratulations!” Susan smiled and gave your friend a hug.

“I’m so happy right now,” Hannah covered her mouth with one hand.

“Please, don’t cry,” he chuckled nervously as she hugged him tightly.

“Congrats, Ernie,” you managed to say with a smile.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“I’m gonna go grab something to drink,” you excused yourself and headed for the drinks table, feeling your breathing get a bit irregular. Instinctively, you pulled the long sleeve down and covered your wrist – not that it was showing before, you just wanted to be sure.

You examined the various drinks on the table, realizing there was more than five bottles of Firewhiskey. You shook your head internally, grabbing a bottle of Butterbeer instead.

As you opened it and took a sip, you noticed a boy coming in the room and going straight to Emma. He said something in her ear and she nodded, quickly motioning to someone else you couldn’t see. Suddenly, the music stopped.

“Listen, everybody!” she called, “The team is almost here. I want every single one of you to cheer as loud as you can when they come inside, okay? Let’s show them how special they are! And don’t worry about the noise, there’s a sound-proofing spell for a reason.”

Mumbling of agreement could be heard from the entire room and Emma nodded satisfied.

You decided to go back to your friends, bottle of Butterbeer in hand. The four of you managed to talk for a little bit before someone asked for silence and everyone looked at the door expectantly.

The big door swung open and the face of Oliver Wood was the first one to be seen. Just like Emma had asked, every single person in the room cheered loudly as the captain came inside with the rest of the team close behind. Sparkly confetti fell from the roof, showering everyone inside.

“Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!”

Oliver Wood, Harry Potter, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Fred Weasley and George Weasley. You learned the names with Ernie, feeling your chest slightly warm when you realized ‘George’ was the one who had given you the bundle of snacks the night before.

After a short ‘thank you’ speech by Oliver Wood and a round of applause and more cheering, the music was back on and the party had officially started.

Ernie left your group to join Emma once again, not before repeating her words and telling you to have fun.

“Y/N, would you be the best friend in the entire world and get us some snacks?” Hannah asked.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the youngest.”

“Yeah, like two months younger than you.”

“Exactly!”

You looked at Susan, who shrugged. “I’m good.”

You looked back at Hannah, meeting her puppy eyes. “Please?”

Sighing, you gave in. “Fine. What do you want?”

“Chips!”

You headed for the snacks table, realizing a very familiar tall figure was there, back facing you. You approached the table, placing the empty bottle of Butterbeer on it.

“Hey,” you said, catching the boy’s attention.

“Oh, hi,” he replied, a cheeky smile forming on his lips, “There’s plenty of food here, okay? You don’t need to take mine again.”

“When did I ever take your food?” you frowned, pretending to think.

“Last- Oh. Never,” he shook his head, “Did I say you did?”

You exchanged a smile, both of you amused with the little inside joke that had been born. You quickly looked down at the table, though – he was really handsome and way too cool to be talking to you, that’s for sure.

“I’m George, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you said as you grabbed a little bowl and started adding chips to it, “Congrats on the win, George. It’s the second consecutive, isn’t it?”

“Thank you. And yeah, it is.”

“Must feel great,” you replied, not taking your eyes off of the bowl and chips.

“It does,” he nodded.

The boy opened his mouth a few times, trying to think of something else to say, but the words escaped him. Instead, he watched as you grabbed another small bowl and added chips to that one as well. He looked at your hands, noticing their careful movement, as if you were performing a highly important task. Why he was paying attention to such a random thing was unknown to him, though.

Something about you caught his attention. Something about you attracted him, in the most literal meaning of the word. He knew it wasn’t just the fact that he thought you were really clever for what you had done the night before, although that was something that had made him think about you more than someone normally would after a quick chat with a stranger in a corridor. He also knew it wasn’t just what Fred had said.

She’s the type of person I would want around when planning the next move, if you know what I mean.

Oh, George knew what he meant. You were clever. And cleverness was important when planning a prank that you didn’t want to get caught for.

He studied your face and noticed how calm and friendly you looked, which made him feel lame for not being able to hold a conversation with you.

One single chip fell from your grasp on the way to the bowl, and George found himself feeling flustered by the view of you biting your lip as you put the fallen chip back in its place.

His trance was interrupted when you asked about his brother. Seconds had gone by, but it felt so much longer.

“Fred? He’s uh… around,” the boy shrugged, not putting much thought into it.

He gulped, feeling very awkward and completely out of character – George Weasley had never had trouble to talk to people, ever.

You, to his entire ignorance, were not feeling very different.

“Enjoying the party, I’m assuming,” you said as you finished fixing snacks for you and Hannah, “Well, I’ll let you do the same now. See you around.”

“See you,” he replied, cursing at himself internally when you walked away – he should’ve said something! ‘I’m enjoying it right now’, ‘let me get you another drink’, anything.

He sighed, walking away from the table as well.

Hannah clapped her hands quietly when you approached her, a fake impressed look on her face.

“That’s a true friend,” she said to Susan, “Learn, Bones.”

Susan rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“Take it before I regret bringing it to you, Abbott,” you joked, offering one of the bowls. She quickly took it, thanking you.

The music playing switched between The Weird Sisters and some very famous muggle songs. Soon, Hannah was rocking her body back and fourth while chewing on the chips.

“Ernie looks so happy,” Susan said to you, pointing discretely at the other side of the room, where Ernie stood with Emma, his soulmate.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Emma seems nice, right? I like her.”

“She does,” you nodded again, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the subject.

“Hey, this is my favorite song!” Hannah gasped, catching Susan’s attention – you mentally thanked whoever was the person responsible for the music. “Let’s dance!”

“I don’t really dance, but you two can go. It’s no problem,” you replied.

“You sure?” Susan asked.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’ll stay here with my chips,” you raised your bowl at them.

“In that case, can you hold mine? I’ll be right back,” Hannah promised.

“Okay,” you agreed, taking her bowl in your hand.

“Thanks! C’mon,” she held Susan’s hand and took her to the back of the room, where people were dancing.

You sighed, realizing both your hands were busy and now you couldn’t ‘stay with your chips’ while they were gone. Well, it was just a few minutes, you could wait.

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Part 2

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Drunk - Chan x Reader

Summary: Chan had to be the sweetest, most talented, composed and mature man you’d ever met. To say you had a crush on him would be an understatement. Though, it’s not until he gets absolutely hammered at a Halloween party that you find out he feels the same way.

Halloween AU, Friends to Lovers AU

Genre: Fluff

Requests by anon: eyo! Could I please request a best friend's brother au with chan? Also, could the best friend be a girl pls? Lol thank you ♡♡♡♡♡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and almost everyone in the fic gets drunk

A/N: Hannah and Lucas are the names of Chan’s actual siblings, so they’re the names I’m going with for this fic. If you want to, you can just mentally change it.

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“Oi!” a familiar voice came from behind you “Y/N!”

You swiveled your head around, seeing none other than Hannah (A/N: in case you missed it up the top, Hannah is the name of Chan’s actual sister, but just mentally change it if you want) running up to you at full speed. You barely had time to open your mouth before she tackled you to the ground in a hug.

“Ah!” You screamed, back hitting the concrete “Owww” You sat up, rubbing your back to feel that some of the fabric had been scraped away- along with a bit of your skin

“Oh my God!” She jumped up, pulling you up along with her “Are you okay?! Damn, am I that heavy?!”

You laughed, waving her off with clenched teeth, trying not to show your best friend how much the scrapes actually hurt- and you were wearing a new shirt, too!

“That looked like it hurt” A deeper yet, again, still familiar voice came

You looked up, being met with Bang Chan, in other words, Hannah’s brother.

“N-no, I’m fine!” You blushed, looking over your friend’s shoulder and staring wide-eyed at the beautiful man in front of you

“Are you sure?” He asked suspiciously, taking off his jacket “Your shirt is ripped. Here, take my jacket”

Your blush only deepened as your best friend’s brother draped his jacket over you, and you refused to meet his eyes again, opting for staring at the ground instead. There was a short moment of silence before Chan pulled his sister aside and proceeded to scold her for running up to you so quickly and hurting you. You hardly paid any attention, though, as you were too focused on the pleasant warmth and smell that Chan’s jacket brought; so much so that you had forgotten about your injuries and couldn’t even feel the blood trickling from them- which happened to also be staining Chan’s jacket.

“Whatever, loser” Hannah said jokingly to her brother, pushing him away once he’d finished scolding and turning to talk to you “Wanna go to the Halloween party with me?!”

“The Halloween party?” You questioned, resisting the urge to glance at Chan

“Yeah! I got invited and we can bring a plus one!” She said excitedly “What should we go as?!”

“Woah, woah” You laughed, making hand gestures to try and calm her down “Who’s throwing the party?”

“My brother” She said sweetly

You looked to Chan

“No, idiot” She said, stepping into your line of sight and blocking out her older brother “My other brother”

“Oh” You breathed “Then how come you said you got invited? Isn’t it being held by a family member just an automatic invitation?”

“Pft- I didn’t get invited specifically, I’m just going whether my brother wants me there or not, and you’re dumb, introverted ass is coming with me!”

“Yeah, yeah, fine” You sighed, playfully scrunching your nose

“Let’s go as cats” She said, smiling

“Even as a joke, that’s not funny” you said, face-palming

“You’re right” She sighed overdramatically “Everyone would be so stunned at our combined beauty that they’d drop on the spot”

“Nevermind, I’m not coming” You shook your head

“No!! I was just joking!!” She whined, going to cling to you for the second time “Come onnnnn!”

“I’ll come, geez!” You shook her off, laughing

“Chan is going as a werewolf” She said, standing up straight “he’s lameeeee”

“Please,” He said, smirking “You know I’ll look hot as hell”

“In your dreams” Hannah rolled her eyes at her older brother “anyway, back to the issue, we need matching costumes!”

“Uhhh- I don’t know” You shrugged

“Pffft, you’re just as lame as Chan! We should go as sirens!” She put her hand in the air, seemingly coming to a conclusion

“Sirens?” You pursed your lips, frowning “That’s a bit…”

“Why not?! Scared of showing too much skin?? Come on, you’re like, the most gorgeous person ever so shut the hell up”

“I think you’d look good” Chan intervened, smiling earnestly, a hint of red displayed across his cheeks

You froze up, your own cheeks becoming red as well.

“Uh- I guess we can go like that, then”

“Great!” She said excitedly, jumping onto you again and almost knocking you over

A week passed by in a flash and far sooner than you wanted it to be, it was Halloween- in other words, the day of the party. You let Hannah match up your guys’ costumes, as promised; once you saw the final piece, you realised she really didn’t hold back on the ‘showing skin’ part, despite knowing that you would protest.

“Come on!” She whined, shoving the costume in your face

“Hannah!” You shouted “There’s nothing to put on! What is that?!”

“Relax” She laughed “I’m gonna cover us with makeup so it’ll seem like less skin is showing”

“You’re going to cover our entire bodies with makeup?” you asked dubiously

“Yep!” She yelled cheerfully, whipping out a palette of murky sea greens and blues

You sighed, looking at the costume unenthusiastically before snatching it from her and changing into it.

“Yes queen!” Hannah shouted once the costume was fully on “I can NOT BELIEVE you hide your perfect body all the time! Look at you!”

“Aish, calm down a little. I feel so exposed” You rubbed your arms, trying to pay no notice to the rather cold air around your apartment

“Now, let’s do this!” She said, getting out multiple makeup brushes, applicators, sponges, and much, much more

It must’ve been at least an hour that she worked on you- your stomach, arms, face, solar plexus, anywhere that wasn’t covered by fabric, was covered by makeup. You had to admit, it didn’t look half bad; she used fishnet stockings to make a scale-like effect on some of the parts, and it was rather effective. Afterward, she immediately got to work on herself.

“You know” She said, trying not to move her mouth too much while applying the makeup “Chan helped pick out the outfit”

“He did WHAT?!” You asked, looking down at the skimpy clothing

“I’m kidding!” She laughed “He helped pick out the makeup colours, though. He said he thought this palette would look nice on you.

“hUH” This time, you looked to the makeup covering your skin

It seemed much shorter when Hannah was doing her own makeup, but maybe that’s because your mind was elsewhere. Soon enough, she was finished and it was time to head to the party. She grabbed your arm and led you to her car despite you continuously telling her you wanted a coat to cover yourself up till you arrived at the party.

Once she had managed to shove you into the car, she began to drive back to her own house, which only took a few minutes.

You had arrived being nervous that you were overdressed, but once you actually arrived, your worries were quickly gone. Most people had pretty decent costumes, some had extravagant ones, almost making you jealous.

“Y/N, you’re here” Lucas said, walking up to you and smiling (A/N: Lucas is the name of Chan’s actual brother, in case you missed that too)

“Ew, vampire costume, both you and Chan are so lame” Hannah said, grabbing your hand and leading you away from her brother

There were a few familiar faces, and you greeted them all politely, but most of them were new. It was a while before you saw Chan, but to say you were flustered once you saw him would be a grave understatement. He was shirtless, which is all well and good, except for the fact that Chan had…a rather toned body, to say the very least. Aside from the lack of a shirt, he was wearing neon yellow contacts, fake blood, had prosthetic claw marks across his chest, wolf ears, a tail, and much more. Honestly, he almost looked like a real werewolf.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Chan ran up to you, almost repeating what his brother said before- you almost chuckled at how similar they were

“I like your costume” You smiled

“Same goes” Chan said, looking you up and down before blushing and looking away

“Okay lovebirds, I’m gonna go get some punch so why don’t you just confess already”

“Hannah!” Chan scrunched his nose at his little sister as she shrugged and walked away before looking back to you

You couldn’t help but let your eyes drop down to Chan’s abs, admiring how well they fit him.

“My eyes are up here, Y/N” Chan laughed, smirking when he caught you staring

“Wh-what?! I wasn’t- I-” You looked up to Chan’s eyes, only to immediately avert your gaze to behind him afterward, your entire face turning red

“Geez Y/N, could you get any redder right now?” Hannah said, coming into view once again, handing you a cup of obviously alcoholic punch “If I didn’t know better I’d say you’re already drunk”

“Hannah, I already told you I don’t want to get drunk tonight,” Chan said as his younger sister handed him the drink she was carrying

“Don’t be such a buzz kill! You’re just scared you’ll get too drunk and accidentally confess to Y/N”

At that, Chan’s face turned almost as red as yours, and he immediately downed almost the entire cup in a few gulps, glaring slightly at his sister. You chose to ignore your best friend’s comment, electing to instead take small sips of your drink. It would’ve been an awkward silence, but as soon as it started turning into one, childish Halloween music suddenly began blasting through the house. It earned a couple of chuckles from some of the older guests that seemed over 30, but everyone else cheered and started dancing with their friends.

“This is my kind of party” You laughed as Hannah grabbed you and pulled you into the crowd of people dancing immaturely

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The party must have gone on for a couple hours, and by the time most people had left, it was past midnight, and everyone who had stayed to help clean up or because they lived there was either completely sober or horribly drunk. Fortunately for you, you were one of the few that didn’t drink much, unfortunately for you, however, everyone surrounding you was drunk and it was now your official duty as the sober friend to take care of them.

“Y/N I’m gonna throw up” Hannah slurred, staggering up to you and heavily draping herself in your arms

You sighed and dragged her to the closest bathroom, quickly tying her hair up in a ponytail and leaving her to puke her guts out (once you’d gotten her into a position that wouldn’t allow her to fall into the toilet) and take care of the others

“Y/N!” Seungmin, one of Chan’s close friends called, running up to you, looking quite composed in the minimal-effort dog costume he was wearing that consisted of headband ears, a tail attachment and normal clothing “Thank god! I’ve found another sober person”

“Seungmin! Oh my god, you’re my savior” You smiled widely in relief “Where’s everyone else?”

“Lucas is passed out, Minho is in the upstairs bathroom throwing up, Woojin is trying to get Jisung to drink a glass of water and failing miserably, Felix and Hyunjin are harassing Jeongin and Changbin is hunting me down because he wants to cuddle” Seungmin said, looking around warily at the last line

“So you, Woojin, Jeongin and I are the only sober ones here? What about Chan?”

“Oh right! That’s why I wanted to find you- Chan is in his room sobbing over the fact that you don’t like him back so I’m gonna need you to go comfort him because I need to stop Felix and Hyunjin from bringing Jeongin to tears while also running from Changbin”

“Seungminnieeee!” Changbin’s voice came- but he was speaking in the kind of high-pitched voice you use to talk to your pets

“OH SHIT- GOTTA GO” Seungmin yelled, taking off back the way he came, quickly followed by a drunk Changbin

You stood in confused silence for a short while before processing what had just happened.

“Chan- Chan’s room- where’s Chan’s room?” You asked yourself, slowly heading upstairs

You passed the bathroom first, in which you heard the horrible sounds of Minho puking, then Hannah’s room, then a room which you could only assume to be Chan’s, considering there was deep, obviously drunken, sobbing coming from inside.

“Chan…?” You slowly crept open the door

“Y/N- oh- oh my god whyyyyy-” Chan sobbed, barely getting out the words, his face was stained with tears and he looked absolutely distraught, the sight would be sad if it wasn’t so comical

“Chan why are you crying?” You asked going inside and smiling sweetly

“Don’t talk to me!” He pouted in a choked, whiny voice while crossing his arms, sounding and looking almost exactly like a little kid

“Channie, don’t be like that” You walked up to him, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he was when drunk “Why don’t you just tell me why you were crying”

Chan hesitated for a bit, sniffling silently before breaking down and bursting into tears again.

“B-because you don’t like me!” He whined, throwing himself into your arms

Finally, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, clutching on tightly to the heavy boy in your arms.

“See!! You’re laughing at me now” He bawled

“I’m only laughing because you’re so cute, Channie”

“You’re just saying that” He further pouted

“No, I like you too!” You said brightly, stroking Chan’s hair

“You do?!”

“Yep! Now let’s go get you cleaned up, okay?”

Eventually, Chan’s crying began to subside, and he followed your instructions and where you led him. The first place was the bathroom, where you took off the makeup he was wearing and washed the tears and drool off his face, which proved to be more embarrassing for you then it was for him, though you were sure that wouldn’t have been the case had he been sober. After a much longer time in the bathroom then you would’ve liked, you had Chan get changed out of the uncomfortable Halloween costume and into his pajamas, a plain white tee and black sweatpants- clothing in which he looked unfairly handsome. Finally, you took him down to the kitchen, finding Woojin, Seungmin and Jeongin sitting tiredly on the couch, looking like absolute messes in their torn and broken costumes, though, not nearly as much of a mess as the six boys and one girl surrounding them, (including Lucas and Hannah, that is) all passed out on the floor.

“Y/N, we barely got out of that alive” Woojin said as soon as he saw you coming in “Jisung full out attacked me”

“I can still smell Changbin’s alcohol breath on me” Seungmin said, obviously exasperated

“I think I’ve been scarred” Jeongin chimed, though his voice was less than enthusiastic

“Chan is acting like a two-year-old” You chuckled sourly, thankful that the boy you were still holding didn’t seem to process your words

“Yeah, he gets like that” Woojin sighed “And then he spends the next week or so apologising for his behavior constantly”

“I see” You groaned as you dragged Chan to the kitchen and made him drink a glass of water

“Fuck” Chan swore once he had drunk the whole cup, clutching his head

“Come on, Chan” you slowly pulled him to the living room, finally feeling exhaustion creeping up on you “I’m not going back upstairs, sleep on the floor with the rest of the drunks. Seungmin, Woojin, Jeongin, scooch over”

The three did as told and let you half-sit half-lie on the couch with them while Chan sat down on the floor in front of you, leaning back into your legs and immediately falling asleep. It wasn’t long before sleep managed to claim you as well, and everything went dark after the long, long night.

You groaned and woke up to far-too-bright sunlight blaring through the open windows. Looking next to you, you saw Seungmin and Jeongin asleep, and looking down, everyone who passed out on the floor was still in their original place.

“You’re awake” Woojin’s voice came

You turned around, seeing the eldest boy carrying a tray of water and two full packets of Panadol.

“Last night…was tiring” You muttered, carefully lifting Chan’s head off of your lap and laying it back down on the couch

“You can say that again. I barely drunk a thing and I’ve got a headache”

You got up and took the tray from Woojin, setting it down on the coffee table. Just as you did, the ten people surrounding it began to slowly wake up one by one.

“Holy shit” Felix spoke in his deep voice, clutching his head painfully

“I have every regret” Hannah said, looking at you “Y/N! Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Fuckkkkk” Hyunjin groaned, grabbing a glass of water, two tablets and downing them as quickly as possible

Eventually, after everyone else had awoken, Chan stirred, waking up and clutching his head.

“What happened last night?” He looked at Seungmin before copying everyone else and grabbing pills and a cup of water

“I dunno” Seungmin shrugged “Ask Y/N. She’s the one who took care of you”

“Fuck” He muttered, looking to you, fear in his eyes

“Don’t worry yet Chan” You waved him off, yawning, still not awake enough to process everything “Wait until your memories come back”

“...okay…” he said unsurely, downing the pills

A couple minutes later, while everyone was lying on the couch or floor, Chan abruptly sat up, worsening his headache in the process, but he didn’t care much.

“Y/N! Fuck! Shit! Oh god oh god oh god oh god!” He looked to you, face completely red

“Did you remember what happened?” You asked

Pursing his lips, Chan grabbed your hand and led you to another room, shutting the door behind the two of you quickly.

“I-” He breathed in, cutting himself off before looking at you in the eyes “Sorry about…that”

“Chan, it’s fine, you were drunk”

“I hate getting drunk! I can’t believe I let Hannah make me drink like that- I-” He slowed down “I don’t remember everything. Did I say anything…weird?”

“You said you liked me…that’s basically it…”

“I knew this would happen!” He looked angry with himself “Y/N- I’m so sorry- I wasn’t- I didn’t-”

“I wanted to ask if you meant it” You interrupted his stuttering “Or if you were just saying it because you were drunk”

“I- if I meant it?” He blushed

“…Yeah” you refused to meet his eyes, blushing on your own as well

“I…I did mean it…”

There was a pause as you processed the information. Then, finally, you jumped on Chan, wrapping your arms around him excitedly.

“Y/N!” He groaned in pain, scrunching his eyes shit but, nonetheless, wrapping his arms around you in return “Please, I don’t need surprise movement like that”

“I’m sorry” You said bashfully, bowing slightly

“That’s okay” He said “I couldn’t be mad at you”

You were about to say something, but before you could Chan pulled you closer to him and kissed the top of your head, leaving the room before you could say anything else- or before you could see just how much he was blushing.

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chucklechampion · 4 years

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listen up kiddos, because i dont say my piece often but i have had just about e-goddamn-nough with all of this shit. i dont know whats going on in your cramped little monkey brains, what possesses people to hide behind a little grey face and talk shit they would never say publicly like the little chickenshit cowards they are, but its pathetic. do you feel like a big man now? after spitting hate and vitriol, with no chance of repercussion or room for dialogue, do you feel like a big strong man? do you lie in your unmade dirty sheets at night and think to yourself, “i did real good today. i sure showed them.”? do you think that by trying to provoke and aggrivate you’ll finally get the attention that you so desperately crave? the validation?

when i vent about things like this, i always ask why people cant be normal, and i never elaborate. allow me to do so. why cant people realize that just because you have the option of anonymity, the blessing of lack of responsibilty, it doesnt mean that everything your poor mother tried and failed to teach you about basic human empathy and respect for others goes in the toilet where the shit that pours out of your mouth like an alcoholics vomit belongs. if i gave you a burlap sack to put over your head, and pointed at someone on the street and said “hey, go tell that guy hes a piece of shit, hes a joke, he should kill himself”, would you do it? of course you wouldnt, because even with your anonymity your actions could still possibly have consequences. and thats what youre truly enjoying, the ability to be the piece of waste you are on the inside where nobody can fight back, where nobody can put a comment to a face. and i hope you know just how pathetic that is. how truly, stomach churningly pathetic it is. you’d no sooner come off anon than go up to someone on the street and start shit.

why? because youre afraid. you may not think you are, but deep down in your weasel heart youre afraid of what people will think of you if you say these things, what the consequences will be. and instead of maybe thinking about where these thoughts come from, maybe how to go about deciding if theyre healthy or productive (you know, like an adult. we are all adults in this community, correct? this kink community? this tickling community? take a second to think about what your buddy at work would think if you told them you got your rocks off sending shit to people you dont know on a blog about tickling), you decide to hide your face and say whatever flits across your one braincell, whatever you think will hurt.

and i would say i feel sorry for you, but i dont. at one time i did, because surely these people must be dealing with deep running psychological issues in order to be so maladjusted, to be so hurtful. and maybe you are, thats your own business, but its also your business to handle those things yourself like a grown up instead of lashing out at the world like a child. i used to feel sorry for you, but now you make me sick. everything about the actions youre choosing to preform is cowardly, pathetic. YOU are cowardly and pathetic for doing them. a temper tantrum prone child in an adults body. a middle school loser who finally has the chance to be the bully, and you cant even do it in real life.

if you’d like to prove me wrong, prove that you’ve got something that might resemble guts, by all means feel free to send me a message off anon. you want to be a big man? nows your chance, say what you want to say with your full chest, “face to face”. its a free country, and i have anons turned on, you can feel free to send them. but during the whole time youre typing, to me or to any other member of this community, i want you to think about how cowardly your actions are. when you hit send, i want you to think about how big of a loser youre proving yourself to be. just because nobody else can hold you accountable, doesnt mean you dont still have to lay in bed at night and think about what you do and why you do it.

you can hide from the world, but you cant hide from yourself.

#i swear to god im done #anyone who sends anon hate #anyone who is anonymously racist or transphobic or discriminatory #is a fucking coward

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dreamofkpop · 5 years

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Did that just happen?

Stray Kids 10th member AU

Charlie x Felix

Requested by anon!! // requests are open!!

Yes....this happened....i know...wow. Let me know what you guys think!!!

(gif not mine! credit to owner!)

31st May 2019 - 2:05 AM

“Bugger off, I’m busy” Charlie sighed, nudging Felix with her shoulder.

Said boy rolled his eyes and leaned back against the couch, he glanced at the reflection of the mirror before looking back at Charlie. “You’re watching Doctor Who, i wouldn't count that as busy” He stated.

Tapping the screen, she hit the pause button and turned her head to Felix. “Well i would, what do you want?”

“I wanna dance~” He complained, higher his voice in an attempt to sound cute.

Charlie rolled her eyes at that, looking down at her now black phone screen. “Go on then, no one is stopping you” She mumbled as she unlocked her phone. As the episode on her phone continued to play her right hand reached down and grabbed a handful of the small bag of chocolates beside her.

Shaking his head, Felix then dropped his head onto her shoulder. “But i wanna dance with youuu~”

“Too bad, I’m not dancing.” She deadpanned.

Felix sighed and leaned his full weight on Charlie, he let his gaze drop to Charlie’s phone and he started to watch what was on her screen out of boredom.

He stood up and walked into the centre of the room, spinning in slow circles, trying to think of something to do. “I’m bored” He huffed and walked back over to Charlie, instead of sitting beside her he dropped down in front of her and rested his head on her legs.

“Charlie~” He sung, trying to get her attention. She spared him a glance but looked back at her phone.

Growing annoyed with the lack of attention, Felix stood up and snatched Charlie’s phone out of her hands. He jumped to his feet and backed up into the middle of the room.

“Oi, give that back!” Charlie shouted, also standing up and following him. She reached out to grab the phone but Felix stepped back and hid the phone behind his back.

He kept walking backwards, Charlie walking closer with every step, until his back hit the mirror.

Charlie smirked. “Nowhere to run now Aussie, give me my phone” She held her palm out.

“No chance.” Felix muttered and grabbed her wrist, yanking her towards him. A small yelp left Charlie’s lips as she was pulled towards him.

‘What is this boy doing?’ Charlie thought, looking up at him.

They were stood chest to chest...almost, considering Felix was taller than Charlie by a little bit. (She was basically the same height as Changbin, maybe smaller)

She glanced down, eyeing his arm, the one that was tucked behind his back to hide her phone. While her eyes were elsewhere, she didn’t see Felix, his own gaze dancing between her eyes and lips.

When she finally looked back up, a tiny smile appeared on her lips. Charlie tugged her wrist that Felix was gripping towards her, as his attention diverted to that she took the opportunity to slide her arm around him and reach for her phone.

Felix felt her hand brush against his wrist and tutted, he maneuvered around carefully and spun Charlie around before pushing her against the wall.

“Oh how the tables have turned” He chuckled, leaning forward to trap her between his body and the wall.

With her phone stuffed in his back pocket, Felix dropped one of her wrists but kept the other held tightly. Charlie looked up at him and they stayed there, just casually staring at each other.

“All of this over a phone” He mumbled, looking down at her lips again. This time, Charlie noticed and held back a giggle, unconsciously pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to stop her from laughing.

‘Ugh she’s doing that on purpose’ Felix thought, internally groaning.

“Well...” Charlie started, bringing her free hand up to pat his chest. “That was fun and all but I’m tired, so I’m gonna head home” She pushed him back a little and tried to step around him to head for the door.

She got about two steps away when Felix pulled her back, trapping her against the wall yet again. Charlie groaned and rolled her head back, a small laugh leaving her lips before she looked back at Felix.

“You’re evil...” He muttered.

Charlie chuckled, licking her lips then raising her eyebrow at him. “Am i now? I thought you already knew tha-”

Her sentence was cut off by Felix dipping his head down and pressing his lips to hers, a gasp got caught in her throat and her eyes widened slightly. ///

Slowly, Charlie’s body relaxed and she kissed him back, her eyes fluttering to a close as she did so. Their lips moved together rhythmically, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.

As Charlie’s hand traveled up from the back of his neck, threading her fingers into his messy hair, Felix let go of her wrist and placed his hands on her waist, his hands curled around the fabric of Charlie’s hoodie and tugged her towards him.

Before anything could progress Charlie pulled back, breathing heavily. They stared at each other, both refusing to say a word like it would make the situation real.

Felix’s lips were pink and slightly swollen, a small blush painted across his cheeks, he was breathing heavily as well and the weird glint in his eyes gave away that he was a lot more affected by what had just happened.

Charlie blinked, her hands dropping down and resting against his shoulders, she leaned back against the wall and chuckled.

“That was...that was....” Felix finally spoke, a breathless laugh leaving his lips. “That was something else....”

“Yeah....something else...” She agreed. Her lips suddenly pulled up into a cheeky smile. “I liked it though...”

“Shut up, don’t smile at me like that!” Felix whined and dropped his head to avoid Charlie’s eyes.

She started to laugh. “Haha! Don’t get shy now, you were the one that kissed me!”

“But you didn’t have to kiss me back, that was your choice” Felix defended, raising his eyebrow at her. Charlie shrugged her shoulders, her fingers tapping against his shirt.

Placing her hands flat on his shoulders, Charlie leaned forward until their noses were almost touching. “Well i did and i don’t regret it because you, my friend, are actually a good kisser”

Felix bit back a laugh, his lips curling up into a smirk, he leaned down so that their foreheads were touching. “Thank you darlin’, i couldn’t really tell if you were, wanna try again?”

“Calm down Lix, i think one kiss is all you deserve” Charlie smirked, sliding her hands down to his chest and pushing him away.

His jaw dropped, hands dropping from Charlie’s waist. She laughed at his expression and stepped around him, walking up to the couch she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulders. she picked up Felix’s coat and chucked it at him.

Felix snapped back into the real world, catching his coat before it hit him in the face.

“Come on Fe, let’s go home, I wanna get some sleep in before practice!” Charlie called out over her shoulder as she headed towards the door. Felix hastily pulled on his coat and followed after her with quick footsteps.

They headed for the lift and went down to the bottom floor, pausing at the entrance of the building and looking out into the street. It was pouring down with rain.

“Aw crap, my hoodie is gonna get soaked, and it ain’t even mine!” Charlie complained, throwing her hands over her head.

“Not if we run!” Felix suggested, grabbing her hand and running out into the streets.Charlie yelped as the rain started pelting down harder, their footsteps smacking against the slippery concrete.

They continued to run, hands still locked, narrowly missing passerby on the street. Every now and again they’d stop at a crossing and share a look, smiling and laughing brightly.

A mere 10 minutes later they’d arrived back at the dorm with soaked clothes and heavy breathing. The rest of the members looked at them skeptically as they came into the front room.

Minho was the first to ask. “Why are you two drenched?”

“We ran back, and it’s raining cats and dogs out there!” Felix exclaimed before turning around and disappearing into his bedroom.

Charlie sighed and collapsed beside Chan, who raised his eyebrow at her. “What?” She asked innocently.

“You two seemed kinda...close” He whispered, nudging her with his shoulder.

Clearing her throat, Charlie attempted to push back the blush climbing up her neck, hiding behind a sarcastic comment. “Well done Chan, you’ve got eyes and can see basic things!”

He laughed and shook his head. “Whatever, you know what I mean”

“Yes, i know what you mean but, in reality, your knowledge of the situation is limited” She shrugged. Chan looked down at her, raising her eyebrow again.

“Well enlighten me then, what did happen?”

Charlie leaned up, whispering something in his ear. As she did, Chan’s expression morphed from normal to shocked. Charlie sat back down and grinned at him, while he sat there looking dumbfounded.

“But shhh, don’t tell anyone” She whispered and then stood up.

Stretching her arms above her head, Charlie groaned and stumbled when her head began to spin, she situated herself and turned to the boys. “Good night, Losers, see you in the morning!”

Getting to her bedroom, she shut the door and pressed her back against it. A tired sigh fell from her lips and she closed her eyes.

knock knock knock

Charlie jumped away from the door and spun around as it slowly pushed open, Felix poked his head in the doorway and smiled. He stepped into her room and Charlie collapsed onto the edge of her bed.

“What’s up?” She asked casually.

He held out a device and her eyes widened. “My phone! I’d forgotten about that!” She exclaimed and grabbed the device off him.

As Charlie reached for the hoodie tossed haphazardly on the end of her bed, Felix sat down in her desk and slowly turned it around to face her. “Chan hyung was looking at me weirdly when i went into the living room, did you tell him?”

“I told him something, not that we kissed, just...something else” Charlie shrugged.

Tilting his head to the side, Felix asked. “what was it?”

Charlie clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Secrets are secrets for a reason Fe, that will remain between me and Chan” Before he could reply she stood up and walked over to him, “Now, i need to get changed, so get out”

“But I’m tired~” He whined, slumping against the chair. In a split second his expression changed and he smirked. “And I’ve seen you without a shirt on before...nothing i haven’t seen before”

“Yes but that’s during practice, i wear zip up hoodies on top, so technically not completely topless. And i could slap you for saying that but i don’t wanna ruin your pretty face, so just get out” She stated, then pointed towards the before standing back up.

Felix sighed and stood up. “You’re so flirty, are you okay?”

She sighed and faced him again. “We’ll considering we almost made out less than half an hour ago, i think flirting is acceptable. Go”

He held his hands up in defense, backing up towards the door. “Okay okay I’m going I’m going, and yeah i guess your right” He ended his sentence with a wink before leaving.

“Oi! Felix Lee, you cheeky little bugger!” She shouted after him, laughing.

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dyns33 · 5 years

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Worst nightmare

Crimeverse ! Request ! “Hiya, maybe you could write some crimeverse about y/n loving Michael's big thic dick and duncan being jealous”

Brain : This Anon wants smut !

My depressed ass : And I want a better life, too bad.

(I’m sorry, maybe it’s not a good idea for me to write when I’m in that state...)

"It's because he has a bigger dick than me, that's it ? Size does not matter, I have a lot more experience ! I know how to use it !"

Duncan could hide it, and although he knew that Michael and (Y / N) loved him more than anything, without having any favorites, he could not help but remember when he had learned that his kitten had confessed that Mikey was more talented than him in bed. And each day, things got worse, because they were getting closer and closer sexually, which was as much a feast for the eyes as a pain for the bad loser he was. At first Duncan made the mistake of wanting to change positions, leaving Michael to be in the middle for once, so he could take him while he was taking (Y / N). Very bad idea. He quickly realized that his little Mikey loved the cunt of their kitten, much more than his anus. The moans that he was making as she tightened around him, wetting his cock perfectly betrayed the pleasure he took. And (Y / N) also looked much more excited than usual. From the moment Duncan had proposed this stupid idea, she had fixed Michael's dick with eyes full of envy and impatience. Because in addition to his size, Mikey now knew perfectly how to use his natural assets, after listening to his professional advice. Some nights, then, Duncan found himself behind, away, while his two lovers reached nirvana together, without realizing his distress.

He had accepted that, because he kept telling himself that without him it would not be the same, and then kitten had that kink. That kink he understood perfectly, this fascination for Michael dressed as a woman. And Duncan found it very exciting to watch (Y / N) and Michelle, until Michael removed his dress and revealed his huge cock. A combo for the libido of (Y / N), who had only eyes for him in those moments. They even seemed to forget his presence, while the goal was also to offer him a beautiful show. All he got was a nightmare. Why did Michael prefer (Y / N)'s pussy ? Why did she not have any kink with him ? Why did his dick have to be medium ? For a while, he was tempted by this ads that offered pills or penis enlargement machines, but he knew it would not work. He had no way to compete with Michael, whether it was about size or beauty. If he tried to put on heels and makeup, he would be just ridiculous. And if his little hole was not good enough, he could not do anything either. He did not want to talk to the others, to not make them feel guilty, to not to force them to pretend that they didn't adore their intimate moments. Duncan was not the type of man to demand or to show that he was vulnerable. After all, he was the Boss, he was the Best, he was Duncan Fucking Shepherd. If the two people he loved had ended up loving each other too and being happy together, he had to be happy and proud to have created such a beautiful couple. A couple who would work very well if he was not there.

They had changed positions again, and this time while Michael was taking (Y / N) from behind, he was facing her and had to penetrate her. Except he had a small technical problem, quite embarrassing. He could not help but watch Michael's dick come in and out, while (Y / N) was helding him by the hair, to make him speed up the pace, biting her lips. She was totally soak and Duncan had not touched her once. Instead of exciting him, this scene was intimidating and his erection was gone very quickly, without the others noticing.

"D... Duncan," stammered (Y / N). "What are you waiting for ?"

"I need to pee." he murmured, getting up quickly. "Keep going, I'll come back."

Once locked in the bathroom, he put some water on the face, trying to calm down. His lovers wanted him to be there, they wanted him to participate. But was not by habit ? Pity ? Fear ? Above all, it was necessary to not rush the poor Donut and his fragile little ego. His fist smashed against the mirror before he could even realize what he was doing, and as he watched his bloody hand and broken reflection, Michael knocked violently at the door.

"Duncan ! Are you all right ?!"

"Yes Mikey. It's just an accident, everything is fine." he replied with a trembling voice that did not convince anyone.

"Can you open please ?" asked (Y / N).

The kitten could perfectly pick the lock, but she did not do that in their apartment, except in case of extreme urgency. It had only happened twice, when Michael had slipped in the shower, breaking his arm, and when Duncan, who had drunk too much after an argument, had fallen asleep in the bathroom where he had gone to vomit. But now there was not an urgency, it was only scratches.

"I'm coming, kitten. I'll fix my clumsiness and I'll join you."

He picked up the ends of the mirror and threw them in the bin before cleaning his wounds and bending his hand. He should also order a new mirror. When he went out, Michael and (Y / N) were waiting outside the door, looking very worried.

"What happened ?" Michael asked.

"I thought about work, I'm on a big deal and... I do not think we'll get the contract signed."

"Duncan...," the assassin sighed. "It does not matter. You work too much, come and lie down."

He met the gaze of (Y / N), who did not seem absolutely convinced.

"Can we talk ?"

Duncan had not heard their kitten enter, too busy re-reading Kai's report on James March's activities.

"Of course," he said, with a tired smile. "You do not even have to ask."

(Y / N) winced as she closed the door behind her. She probably wanted to talk about the mirror, clever girl, unlike Michael she was not easy to handle. Without saying anything, she came to sit on his lap, and put her arms around his neck.

"I love you. I love you, as much as I love Michael. You know that, don't you Donut ?"

"Of course I know, and I love you both too. Why are you telling me that ?"

He knew perfectly well that he could not lie to (Y / N), but at least he could try, maybe she would not insist seeing that he did not want to talk about it.

"You're not okay and I know why."

Wrong, he was not going to be able to escape this conversation.

"You know that Michael and I are not good at expressing our feelings for each other, so we use sex, we know we love each other because of that. It's easy to talk to you. You're our pillar, our center of gravity, we can trust you. Michael talks with you for hours when you two are alone, I know that, and I love when we sit on the couch laughing and cuddling. This is not the same way to show that we love each other, that's all. That does not mean that we only want to be two in bed, without you it would be weird. You help us and I do not want that you think you do not count, because it's not true."

It was as if the words were coming through his ears, but his brain was not recording them. All he understood was that she liked to fuck with Michael, and just chat with him, just like a friend.

"If it's not true, then why do you prefer his dick, huh ? Why does he prefer your pussy ? Why am I always put aside ? You do not care about me anymore !"

"Do you hear yourself talking ?" (Y / N) said indignantly. "It's ridiculous, you looks like an immature child ! We are three, it's normal not to be able to always be fixed on you, but I forbid you to say that we put you aside ! You only see the negative !"

And indeed, he was he who had proposed that they change positions after all. Most of the time, he was still in the middle and they were all delighted in the end. Michael was still biting his neck, marking him as his, and (Y / N) still purring when he touched her. The whole problem came from him: he was selfish, that's all. Nothing new under the sun of the Shepherd family. Except that it could not last...

"I'm sorry," he said. "I think I'm tired and need a vacation."

"I'm happy to hear that. We can go to the mountains, to breathe, or to the beach... but I understand that Michael did not like that, so..."

"(Y / N). I meant alone."

She had fully understood what he meant, but she had tried to change his mind, although she knew in advance that it was impossible. A sob escaped her as she took him in her arms.

"I do not want you to leave." she said, crying.

"I must, for our good."

"Michael will not let you go, he'll tie you to bed."

"I know, that's why I'm not going to tell him."

(Y / N) took his face in her hands, to shake it, so that this idea would come out of his head. "I forbid you to do that, he's going to believe that you've abandoned him and he'll be devastated !"

"I'll come back. And he will not be alone. Everything will be fine my kitten."

He kissed her tenderly, wiping her tears, before shifting her to get up.

"I leave you the command during my absence." he said, putting on his coat. "I'm just asking you not to contact me. Do not hunt me down."

Oh. This embarrassed look. This lips's nibbling. She avoided his eyes.

"You already know where I'm going."

"Yes... But I will not contact you, I promise, and I will not tell Michael. Just... promise me not to hurt yourself."

For any answer, he offered her a smile, before leaving the room, to take the direction of the airport. The tears flowed only once he was alone in the car, masked by his sunglasses, while he thought of the sadness in the look of his kitten, and the state in which was going to be his Mikey when learning his departure. But he did that for them, because they could not be happy as long as he was jealous. He just hoped he would quickly find a way to change, because otherwise...

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years

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Wait... WHAT?(Richie)(Part 10)(final)

A/n: Awardnessss aheaaaaaaaaad!! I also SUPER suggest “Middle of Love” by Leland & VICINT for this bc I listened to it on repeat while writing this haha

Anon: Pidge

Word Count: 1750 (whew bless)

When I go to the arcade, I almost face planted after almost crashing as I hurried to get off my bike and to Richie. But I did get inside. He was playing a game, surrounded by people cheering him on. He was about to beat the record on the game so I bounced a little from foot to foot trying to keep myself in place and not ruin his opportunity while also not losing my courage. When he beat it cheering went out but he just kept going, his hands moving quickly as he grinned and laughed. A girl with a ponytail and oversized jean jackets leaned close, eyes wide with awe as he played.

And that was when my courage left me. He lost and turned around to get his congratulations and the machine boasted of his newly made top score. Our eyes locked and he saw me shaking and my frown and his smile was gone instantly. I didn’t pause before surging out of the arcade as fast as I could. Despite my usual ease in weaving my way to the exist of the arcade, Richie had super long legs and despite the people pulling on him to congratulate him, he was determined as well, and nothing got in the way of something he was REALLY set on getting. So as I reached for my bike, his hand caught my wrist and he turned my to face him, eyes already searching mine. “Hey, hey hey hey. Why are you upset?”

Immediately going to play it off, I order a laugh. “Oh, never mind, I was just really stuff on this math problem and homework’s due tomorrow but then I saw you were busy so I was going to head to Ben’s for help, he’s just not as good at explaining it so-“

He grabbed my face in both of his hands. “You’re babbling and not looking me in the eye,” he accused. “Also, we have the same math class and I helped you finished today’s homework yesterday.” I bit my lip. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” I tried to look away and he huffed. “You promised, y/n/n.” This time it was soft and when I looked at him again, he was smiling gently. His hands dropped from my face and I sighed.

Running a hand through my hair, I tried to think of how to word it. How I felt and all I was thinking and everything that was going on. “Did you know that when I first saw you guys, I thought I was in love with Bill and I used to admire him from a distance like a fucking moron because I was too shy and thought I was boring and plain and would never catch his attention so why even bother?”

Richie squinted his eyes. “Wait... what?”

I panicked, looking at my eyes as my right worked my fingers against my left wrist as if the wrist was my neck and I was trying to kill myself so I wouldn’t have to experience this moment. Ever. “W- well, when I met him and got to know him, I... I realized I didn’t love him, you know? Because I didn’t even know him how could I even properly like him? But love him? Preposterous...” I tugged at my hair again as Richie looked at me with more deflated confusion than I’d ever seen on a person. He may have been more confused than when we started this. Why couldn’t I ever just say what I meant?!

Describe Richie, Y/n.

“Okay?” Richie prompted, not as patient as Bill or Stan was and unable to wait for me to figure out what I wanted to say.

So I just began. “You... you have this smile,” I croaked. “A smile that lights up a whole room. And these eyes that hold more life and energy than I thought a human body could hold without bursting.” My eyes closed tightly and I whispered, my voice shaking. “When you laugh, you tif your head all the way back and your whole body shakes, but only in private because you’re self conscious of your laugh. In public, you usually ‘oooooh’ or click your tongue or whistle or chuckle. I find myself doing finger guns all the time and making dirty jokes and being more energetic and lively or fidgeting with my hair because I don’t have glasses to reach up and touch. You’re so contagious ad bright and heaven you’re so smart.” I opened my eyes, meeting his. “When I saw Bill without knowing him, it wasn’t as in technicolor or as much detail as I see you. I thought I was in love with Bill until I grew up a little and got to know him and then got to know YOU and you. You taught me what love means.” My body realer. “I’m in love with you, Richie. Love love.” He just started at me for a very long time. I frowned, deflating. Had I confused him even more? “Rich? Richie?” I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Richie!” I stomped my foot like a toddler, placing my hands on my hips. My eyes watered. Was this my rejection? “Richard Tozier you anger me right this second!”

It was probably my near hysterics that finally got to him. “Wait- what?” He sounded like he was half asleep, blinking and shaking his head to clear his mind.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I found myself getting anxious. I wasn’t ready to be rejected. Not in public like this, after people around us were looking between us in what they thought was a discreet way after hearing my confession and seeing the lack of his in return. “Look I understand if you don’t feel the same, I’m really only what I am because of you. Without you I’m so dumb and boring and plain and you only took to me because I have patience and tolerance and never get tired of you, I get it. I... God, Richie, SAY something before I-“

He suddenly jumped into action, his hands on my face again but this time firmer, gripping differently. Instead of having each of his palms on my cheeks, or of his hands seemed to wrap toward the back of my head, fingers slipping into my hair. And then he was kissing me as I registered his other hand resting on the part that connected my jaw to my neck, his thumb rushing against where my jaw met my cheek. He was kissing em and I couldn’t breathe or move or do anything except kiss him back, my hands going to hook in his belt loops to pull him closer so there was as little space between us as possible, kissing him back.

“GEEZ GUYS GET A ROOM!” We jumped part as a grinning Eddie walked up, looking between us with a blushing Ben behind him. “Took you guys fucking long enough,” he complained. “But spare the entire town from having to see you suck each other’s faces off. God.” We all laughed, Richie and I blushing even worse then Ben. “We were planing on meeting at the diner for lunch in a few minutes. Are you two losers coming?”

“Yeah of course,” Richie managed with absolute ease as if he wasn’t totally about to die of embarrassment, his insides roiling and his grin so wide it hurt. Eddie rolls his eyes and then he and Ben go on their way, Richie following behind them. He pauses, reaching back to y stuff, still form to interlace our fingers. Except, unlike how we usually hold hands, his thumb grazes over my knuckles and it feels WONDERFULLY different. “Come on, Princess we’ve been yelled at enough.” I follow him, running a hand through my hair to try and dispel the overwhelming shock I was experiencing. When we got to the diner I thought I was finally put together when he pulled me to a stop before we entered. “By the way, I love you too.” I looked at him, immediately malfunctioning again. He leaned close, pecking me on the cheek as I registered the feeling of his lips almost touching my ear as his breath fell against my skin and the way the feeling of him and his warm and his closeness mixed with the words made me shiver.

As we wet through the doors I asked quietly, still somewhat panicking in a whole new, wonderful kind fo way, “Does this mean we’re dating?” I looked at him hopefully.

He laughed, in between his public chuckle and his private outburst of happiness. “We were on the same wya of thinking, Princess.” He winked and I marveled at how he always managed to light up my insides, making the room warmer and brighter and making me feel twenty pounds lighter. As his words sunk in, I swore I was floating. “HEY GUYS THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND! YEAH SORRY MAKE WAY, MY LADY IS COMING THROUGH!” I went pale, eyes widening as the pretty big crowd in the diner made a way, either annoyed or jealous or giggling at Richie’s loudmouth ways and my outrageous blush. “SORRY GUYS BEAUTIFUL WOMAN COMING THROUGH MAKE WAY! MAKE WAY FOT THE PRINCESS OF MY HEART!”

“OH my god Richie, BEEP BEEP,” I seethed, trying to hide my face as we approached our friends, who were all laughing as hard as Richie was. They looked happy for us, though. Proud even. And as we settled next to Ben and Mike, across from Stan and Bill (Stan had his arm on the chair behind Bill and they were being discreet but I could totally tell Bill’s hand was on Stan’s leg under the table) who were sat next to Eddie.

Mike leaned forward, laughing. “So, you two have some explaining to do.”

Stab gave me a grin that was both shit eating mischievous and knowing with a hint of pride and I groaned. When Richie gave me a kiss on the cheek and a wink, I lay my head on the table face down, covering myself with my arms as I contained my groaning by louder and my friends - and my BOYFRIEND - all laughed too loud ad too long. Just the way I liked him.

Despite how happy I really was, though, for how embarrassed as I was now, I was SO getting Richie back for this later...

...And boy did I.

But that’s a story for another time.

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sweetpxsin · 6 years

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Insecure // Bang Chan [Requested]

Requested: anon

Member: Bang Chan

Plot: hello! first of all I wish you a very good week and take care of yourself!! so I wanted to request a Chan scenario, where y/n is insecure to be with him because she’s curvy. but please make it a bit angst, but fluff too. idk if you understand me (but english is not my mother language). but thank you so much!!! 💗

Genre: Fluff/angst (* warning: severe mentions of body negativity)

Word count: 1.8k

Note: I hope you have a good week too!! // also a quick side note to the readers remember it’s okay not to like how your body looks and strive to be healthier but in a safe and healthy way, don’t feel the need to lose weight for others or for vanity reasons do it for yourself and only for yourself! Also I’m sorry this fanfic got so deep, being insecure with the way I looked was and still is something I deal with and this writing was just so natural for me I kinda just got lost in it (?) [ Master list // Request: Open // Guidelines ]

A sight escaped your lips as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hands found your sides and pushed back the extra skin you didn’t necessarily like as you sucked in. A small ounce of hope wished you wouldn’t like what you saw in the mirror but you did and it only left another pang of pain in your heart.

But it didn’t stop there you pushed back the skin on your legs in a vain attempt to see what you’d look like with those slim legs models and idols seems to sport.

You didn’t feel beautiful, you didn’t like the way your body looked, nor the curves that adorned your waist and hips. Your cute little chubby cheeks that even Chan had loved so much had fallen victim to your hate.

Chan..

Thinking of him made your body curl inwards now feeling the need to hide your body from him. Not feeling good enough to date him.

Tears threatened to brim your eyes but knowing damn well Chan was coming home soon, you ripped your eyes off the mirror and shuffled towards your closet.

There you picked the most loose fitting clothes you had and slipped them on before finally settling in the bed you had shared with Chan. Having nothing better to do you went on your phone scrolling through the content that filled your social media feed.

The action was innocent something everyone did once in a while on their free time or just as something to get their minds of work and stress, but as you scrolled further you came to a full stop upon seeing a photo of an idol that looked too perfect to be real. Their body proportions were something you desired and just looking at them was enough to make you jealous and insecure.

“Hello? Babe? I’m back.” Chan’s voice sounded through the apartment snapping you out of your daze as you quickly turned off your phone. Springing out of the bed you walked your way towards your beloved a smile disguising all the self loath you had just unleashed in a blink of an eye.

“Aigoo hi cutie. You didn’t have to wait for me~” The playfulness in his voice was enough to get your heart fluttering but it wasn’t enough to stop the insecures coursing through your mind, as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“I know but I couldn’t fall asleep without you.” You mumbled against the fabric of his shirt as he pressed a kiss on the top of your forehead.

“Why? Is something wrong love?” You couldn’t help but tense abit at his words though you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. Besides who were you to burden him with your own problems when he had his own worries as the leader of his group.

“No I just missed you.” Pulling back from the hug Chan cupped your cheeks smiling widely before showering you in kisses till you squirmed away from his grip.

“Your such a cutie you know that?”

“B-Be quiet I’m not cute” Chan was good at getting you flustered and you’d admit his words made your heart beat faster than before but you couldn’t seem to take the compliments he was showering you in.

“Whatever you say beautiful~”

“Chan I just wanna go to bed.” He hummed in reply allowing you to lead him to the room, while his arms remained around your waist as he wattled right behind you, only letting go to change into comfy clothes before joining you in the bed.

“Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight Channie.” You allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist despite now hating the feeling. What if Chan had thought you had gotten a little rounder but didn’t want to tell you? What if Chan thought it was embarrassing to have a significant other like you? These silly questions kept coursing through your mind, torturing you till you finally had fallen asleep in a mix of emotions.

The following day Chan woke up expecting to be able to admire your peaceful state of sleep but instead he was meet with cold empty sheets. With a pout he got up and walked to the kitchen curious thinking maybe you had gotten up before him to make breakfast but upon arriving there everything laid still in its place. He checked the bathroom next and even the little office room that he would occasionally cramp himself into but it came to no avail. Deciding to that maybe you had just left early to do something Chan, himself began to get ready to leave hoping he’d be able to catch you before he left. But he didn’t.

You came back into the apartment after going to the gym for what was way too long for it to even be considered healthy and took a shower before plopping yourself into the bed. You haven't eaten breakfast or lunch and your tummy grumble in protest. But you opted for falling alseep upon having a wave of exhaustion hit you.

Once you woke up you decide to make dinner for you and Chan. You only took a small portion and left the rest for Chan deciding it was best to leave most of it for him since he was the slimmer of you two and probably need it more than you.

The next day the vicious cycle repeated itself again for as long as your body could take it. Your body was absolutely miserable and so were you. No matter how hard you worked or how little you ate nothing seemed to work and if it did it would only be temporary before it came back.

You felt like a failure, a loser that didn’t deserve happiness since you couldn’t even do something as simple as this but the worst of it all you felt like you still didn’t deserve Chan. He was surrounded by all these pretty people yet he was stuck with you and you could never understand why till this very moment.

You thought Chan hadn’t noticed your sudden change in mood when you had abruptly told him you just wanted to go to bed. It wasn’t like you and from then on he began to watch you closely. To Chan he thought you were just trying to be healthier and just workout and eat as healthy as possible, and he supported it fully. But as he continued to observe he became progressively more concerned. You weren’t as much as he thought you were, you were workout out for ungodly hours, becoming weaker than you ever been before.

“(y/n) can we talk?”

“About what?” You turned to face the boy behind you.

“Are you happy with the way you look?”

“What?” You flinched at his words mentally preparing for him to tell you to lose weight like you had always thought he would one day, but once you looked into his eyes the desperation hidden behind them was enough to tell you he was disappointed for another reason.

“C-Chan.”

“Why are you doing this to yourself (y/n)?” His tone was soft but commanding as he took small steps towards you till he was face to face with you.

“I-I don’t know..”

“You know (y/n), did someone say something to you? What happened? Your so much better than what other say (y/n). Your beautiful to me (y/n)”

“But not to me! I don’t feel like I’m enough for you Chan! Look at me I’m a pig, disgusting, ugly and undeserving of you!” You sobbed out not able to control your emotions any longer. You felt small, like a fool standing there.

“(Y-Y/n)” Chan pulled you into a tight hug, his heart not able to take the sight of you infront of him. It hurt him to know that you were killing yourself slowly but it killed him to know he was the reason for it, and not finding out sooner. “(y/n) your perfect to me, always remember that for me okay? You don’t have to does these things. I love you the way you are right now, right here, and in the future. It doesn’t matter to me how thin or thick you are because I’m in love with you (y/n) I always have been. I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner but please promise me to never do this again.”

The both of you stood in a void of silence crying softly to yourself till Chan pulled back to see your face. Even at your worse he still found you absolutely beautiful.

“Promise me yeah?” You nodded not trusting your ability to speak. A small managed to play on Chan lips as he looked down at you lovingly. “I love these chubby little cheeks of your.” Chan mumbled pinching your cheeks lightly making you have a small smile of your own, before leaning down to steal a kiss. His hands hands moved downwards to find your waist. “I love these little curves are yours” He stole another kiss. “And I love these cute little thighs even if they touch.” He stole another this time letting it last a little longer as he smiled into it.

“I love every part of you from your head to your toe. Your snarky little attitude to your cheesy cuteness. I don’t ever wanna see that smile disappeared again because your unhappy for something your ma’ma gave you.” A small laugh left your lips and Chan couldn’t help but smile a little brighter.

“I’m sorry Chan..”

“Don’t be sorry for something you couldn’t control feeling. Just don’t hide it from me next time.”

“I love you.”

“I know you do.”

“Yah.” You playfull scolded, allowing Chan to press his forehead against yours.

“I love you more of course~”

-Fin-

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tozierswheelers · 6 years

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in love [r.t.]

Request: I’m actually combining two requests for this one y’all. They’re both anon requests and go a little something like “yooo could you maybe do a richie x reader set later in high school?? Like the reader is Bill’s sister and he doesn’t know that she and Richie are together until he (and the Losers) catch them like making out or something?? gracias” and “can you do a richie x reader fic where the reader is secretly in love with him, and he flirts with other girls so she gets upset & distances herself from him and he gets upset about it, so she comes clean about her feelings? just something a little angsty & fluffy?”

Also, this is a secret santa gift for @the-im-ghey. I hope you enjoy!!!

Also, this takes place a few years later. Like at 16 or 17 :)

Warning: make out session!!! Remember, both reader AND Richie are like 17 in this!!

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and sigh in exasperation as you sat down next to Mike. The Losers had agreed to meet up at the diner after school to celebrate Mike’s latest win as football captain.

When you arrived however, you were shocked to see your usual spot being taken up by Richie, who was smirking smugly as he sat in your spot, his arms wrapped around some blonde girl’s waist as she sat in his lap. Grumbling softly, you slid in next to Mike, smiling widely and placing a kiss on his cheek as you congratulated him.

Richie’s smirk dropped at your actions, a frown spreading across his face. Meeting Beverly’s gaze, he scoffed when she wiggled her eyebrows and tilted her head in your direction, attracting Bill’s attention. Bill simply glared at the girl on Richie’s lap before looking at him and shaking his head in disappointment.

Everybody knew that you and Richie had a thing for each other, ever since the whole Pennywise fiasco a few years back. The incident at Neibolt had both scarred you and revealed feeling that neither of you had acknowledged before then. Richie knew his feelings were mutual, yet he didn’t know how to deal with them. You were ‘Big Bill’s’ twin sister. You were kind and smart and fearless, how could he ever be good enough for you? So Richie handled his feelings in a different way and although he was not proud of his actions, he became Derry High’s biggest playboy.

Thank god puberty had been kind to him.

You, on the other hand, were completely convinced that the glasses-wearing Trashmouth had no feelings for you whatsoever. Especially when you saw him with a new girl sitting on his lap every other day as they made out.

To the rest of the Losers, Richie’s actions were doing nothing except causing unnecessary drama and pissing Bill off. Bill knew just how much it hurt you whenever Richie showed up to a gathering with a new girl hanging off his arm or whenever he blatantly flirted with whatever new girl was dying for his attention.

In fact, all of the Losers could see the sadness on your face whenever Richie placed that charming grin on his face and wooed another girl off her feet and straight into his lap. Likewise, they could see the heartbreaking expression on Richie’s face when Mike slung an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, smiling down at you as you grinned up at him.

They could also see the frown deepen when you snuggled closer into Mike’s side, stealing some of his fries as he pouted jokingly.

The Losers spent the rest of the evening rolling their eyes as you kept stealing everyone’s food and Richie made out nonstop with the girl, all the while wishing she was you.

“Hey Kim,” you greeted your locker neighbor quietly. The brunette girl simply smiled back in greeting. “I was wondering if I could see your chemistry homewo-”

“Well hello beautiful,” you were cut off by Richie, who leaned against your locker and smiled down at Kim, effectively shutting your locker door.

You and Kim scoffed in unison, rolling your eyes as you proceeded to turn around and walk away. Kim handed you her science homework right as Richie caught up to you guys, slinging his arm around Kim’s shoulders and looking her up and down.

“C’mon Kim. A beauty like you, me, a nice dinner, maybe a walk in the park,” Richie rattled off, giving her that charming grin he was known for.

Kim threw her head back and laughed. “Cute, Tozier. Really. But no.”

Richie grinned. “Playing hard to get huh? How about we find an empty classroom and I can give you a preview of what can happen if you accept that date?”

You rolled your eyes as you felt your heart drop into your stomach. You breathed in deeply before saying a small ‘thank you’ to Kim and rushing off, trying not to let your frustrations get the best of you.

Kim looked after you and shook her head before looking up at Richie. “Listen, you’re hot okay? It’s a fact. But you can’t keep doing this.“

“Doing what?” Richie mumbled, his eyes never leaving you.

Kim simply snorted and ducked away from his arm. “Good luck with her Tozier.”

Richie spun around when he heard slow clapping coming from behind him. The Losers stood there, Beverly clapping sarcastically as the rest of them looked at him in disappointment.

“Wow Richie,” Beverly stepped forwards. “How dense are you?”

“What do you mean!” The curly-haired boy exclaimed, glancing after you yet again.

“I mean,” Beverly continued. “Are you really so stupid that you can’t see that our dear (Y/N) is totally in love with you?”

Richie laughed humorlessly. “Please Bev. She likes me, it’s not like the girl is in love with me.”

Richie’s laughter died down as the Losers failed to meet his gaze. Sobering up, he looked to Bill. “Right?”

Eddie met his gaze and nudged Bill forwards, motioning for him to address the tall, lanky boy.

“W-well Richie,” Bill began. “It turns o-o-out that (Y/N) has a-a-actually been…fond of you f-f-for a while.”

“What?” Richie whispered.

“For goodness sake,” Eddie exclaimed, pushing Bill out of the way. “The girl is in love with you and we all know that you’re in love with her so man up and tell her how you feel already!”

Richie’s eyes widened at Eddie’s words and he slowly turned and trudged away, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

“Do you think we should have told him?” Ben asked, turning to look at Bill.

“I-I-I’m not sure, b-b-but at least now he k-k-knows,” he stuttered, rubbing Eddie’s back as he puffed his inhaler.

The rest of the week passed by with the Losers being shocked and surprised each time they were all together.

The day after Bill and Eddie had revealed your feelings to Richie, you had all met up at the quarry. You were sitting next to Mike, feet dangling over the edge, when all of a sudden, Richie had taken the empty spot next to you, sitting dangerously close.

You inhaled sharply as your cheeks heated up and your heart beat sped up, trying to avoid looking at Richie’s bare torso. The rest of the afternoon had been spent with you trying not to be too obvious in checking him out and Richie leaning back on his elbows, a smirk on his face as he noticed your burning cheeks.

The Losers all looked on in amusement.

The next moment had been in the diner, where instead of being seated at your usual booth, the Losers had decided to sit at another, slightly smaller booth. With not enough space to accommodate all of you, you had been forced to snuggle up against Richie, his arm slung around your waist as he held you in place. Your cheeks had been burning and although you couldn’t tell, Richie’s stomach had been flipping around nonstop as he smiled down at you softly.

It wasn’t until you noticed his eyes trailing Kim’s figure that you remembered that he had no feelings for you whatsoever.

“Guys!” Richie cried, catching up to Bill and Stan as they entered the school.

“What do you want, Richie?” Stan greeted, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“W-why has (Y/N) been avoiding me?” Richie asked meekly.

Bill and Stan exchanged uncertain glances as they mulled over Richie’s question.

“What? What’s going on?” Richie asked.

“W-w-well,” Bill began.

“(Y/N), well actually all of us, saw you checking out Kim at the diner. She noticed, thinks you don’t like her, and now she’s avoiding you,” Stan cut Bill off.

“What!” Richie cried, running his hands through his hair. “Oh no. Guys I fucked up. I fucked up real bad. Please help me out. God I can’t lose her.”

Bill and Stan exchanged uncertain looks once more before looking at Richie and nodding.

“Do y-y-you really l-l-like her Rich?” Bill asked uncertainly, his eyes showing just how tired he was of Richie’s playboy actions.

Richie bit his lip as his cheeks burned red. “I fucking love her Bill.”

Bill and Stan’s eyes widened as they looked at the taller boy, not knowing how to respond.

“Alright Trashmouth,” Stan sighed. “We’ll help you.”

Bill and Stan enlisted the help of the other Losers in order to get your attention, which all failed in varying ways. Eventually, Bill had decided that it was just better for Richie to talk to you at his house, and gave him a specific time and place to be there.

You, on the other hand, were completely unaware of what was happening and seeing as how there was no school to worry about on the weekends, you were dressed up in your comfiest pair of shorts and a loose long-sleeved t-shirt.

You were occupied in the kitchen, looking for the few slices of leftover pizza that you and Bill had saved from dinner the previous night. When your head popped up, you saw Richie staring at you as he casually sat on your couch.

“Hey hot stuff,” the boy merely grinned. “What a surprise to see you here.”

Your eyebrow raised on instinct and you couldn’t help the snort that escaped from you. “Really? That’s weird considering I live here.”

Richie’s cheeks flushed as he looked around awkwardly, only stopping and letting out a low whistle once you stepped out form behind the fridge.

“Damn Denbrough,” he mumbled, looking at your legs shamelessly. “You’ve been hiding those nice looking pair of legs from us for too long. But I bet they’d look better wrapped around my-”

“Okay, Richie!” you cut the boy off, knowing that what was going to come out of his mouth next was the very reason as to why he had earned the nickname ‘Trashmouth’.

You stood awkwardly by the microwave as your pizza heated up, proceeding to dart upstairs when the microwave dinged.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Richie’s voice called out, causing you to stop at the bottom of the stairs.

You turned around slowly, plastering an innocent look on your face as you craned your neck to look at Richie. “What do you mean?”

Richie let out an exasperated groan, throwing his head back. “Don’t give me that bullshit! I know you like me and I know you’ve been avoiding me and I want to know why!”

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment at Richie’s words, and you quickly turned and made your way upstairs. You could hear Richie muttering curses as he followed you up the stairs and into you room.

“(Y/N), wait!”

You twirled around, face flaming as you glared at Richie. “What do you want Richie? You want me to confess? Fine, gosh! I’m in love with you, happy? I’ve been avoiding you because god knows I can’t handle seeing you with a different girl on your lap each fucking day.”

You huffed, glancing at Richie only to see his mouth agape as he stared at you, his large glasses sliding down his nose in a slow, almost comical way.

You scoffed before turning back around and placing your plate down on your nightstand. “Now you know. So you can just go and fuck yourse-”

Richie cut you off as he turned you around and pressed his lips against yours almost frantically.

“I’m in love you too,” he mumbled against your lips. You leaned back slightly, searching his face for any indication that he was lying, and finding none. He stared right back at you, a moment of silence passing between the both of you before you hurriedly leaned in once more, lips meeting in a rough, heated kiss.

Your arms trailed up his torso, circling his neck as you pulled him closer to you. Richie simply pushed you back softly, laying you down on your bed and climbing on top of it (and you) when your legs bumped against the bedframe.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue and so utterly Richie that you couldn’t help but get lost in the sensation, wrapping your legs around his legs absentmindedly as you pulled him closer.

Richie pulled away briefly, chuckling breathlessly.

“What?” you questioned, slightly confused at his actions.

A lazy smirk made its way onto his face, causing your heart to skip a beat, especially when he leaned in closer.

“I told you your legs would look fucking fantastic wrapped around my waist,” Richie whispered, lips skimming your jaw.

You rolled your eyes as you unwrapped your legs. “Beep beep Richie.”

Richie merely grinned before meeting your lips once more. Your hands found their way into his curls as he started kissing your neck, messing them up even more than they already were. Just as Richie began to leave a dark bruise on your neck, you were interrupted by a gasp.

“Oh my…”

The soft voice trailed off and both you and Richie shot up straight, meeting the shocked gazes of the Losers.

Ben was the one who had spoken, and was now blushing and looking at the ground as he avoided eye contact. Beverly and Mike were biting their lip to keep from giggling uncontrollably at the sight in front of them while Eddie was staring, wide-eyed, at the two of you.

Bill on the other hand, was stuttering like crazy, trying to find the words to say as Stan rubbed his back, trying to calm the blue-eyed boy.

“R-R-Richie! This was n-n-not what I meant w-w-when I told you to c-c-confess your feelings!” Bill stuttered, causing Stan to snort at his words.

A shit eating grin spread across Richie’s face as he glanced at Bill and then at you. “Maybe not but I’m sure as hell glad I decided to do it this way.”

((The rest of the Losers had to physically restrain Bill and keep him away from Richie for the rest of the week.))

to my secret santa, i really hope you like this and i hope that it was what you were expecting! i hope your holidays go well and that you enjoy your days relaxing and getting enough rest <3 once again, i hope you enjoy this little story i wrote :))) ~N.

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