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would u write angst with 1610 miles? Like they’re best friends and both like each other but miles is distant bc of spider-man stuff. Maybe reader tries to distract herself by going on a date but it goes bad and miles comforts her and reveals he’s spider-man and confesses to her that he likes her:,)

“Im Spiderman!”

Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

“What the hell.”

“Mi vida, listen.”

“What the actual hell.”

Of course sugar, this silly little angst WILL BE SOOOOO DELICIOUS

warnings: hurt/comfort, attempted sexual assault (not by Miles)

Miles had been distant.

He kept brushing you off, planning times to meet up and missing them. Calling you in no hurry then all of a sudden there’s a family emergency and he hangs up.

Now you would understand if it was just a few times, hell, even more than a few times you’d just convince yourself you were paranoid. But every time for the past two months?

You’d right about had enough.

If Miles doesn’t want to commit to your.. not relationship..

Then you won’t either.

—

Miles had been busy. Life had gotten ahead of him when he’d least expected it. After a year of Spider-ing (?), he’d finally settled into a nice pattern of, wake up, do things, call you, see you, call you again to make sure you got home safe, protect the innocent civilians of Brooklyn, also do illegal graffiti, then go home. And maybe text you. All of that had been snatched from under him like a shaggy rug. Tripping over his own feet and struggling to right himself.

He had some fued going on with a villain he’d heavily underestimated. Their likeness not only in fighting, but also preying. Miles had started home from his patrols more than once to find a chip attached to his shoe. Beeping only audible from his advanced hearing.

It had stumped him into a nervous stupor. Constantly worried that someone bad is going to waltz through his front door.

He was worried they would catch wind of you, and although that had always lingered at the back of his mind. Losing you had been put on the forefront the moment you came to school injured one time, saying some guy just wanted drug money, and was pretty easy to scare away. Doesn’t mean he didn’t nick you in the cheek real good. Blade running quick against your cheek, and lord were you grateful it was light.

Miles had pulled you out of class, ignoring the behest of his professor and dragged you to his secret stash of first aid supplies, locked away in an empty and unused science room.

“So why’s it here?” He glanced up at you, confused.

“Huh? What’s here?”

His puzzled expression pulled at your heartstrings, giving you some sweet butterflies. “The first aid kit, dummy.”

“Oh.. Oh! Yeah-“ he threw his hand behind his neck, blazer sleeve crawling up his arm. “Uh- For ‘mergencies..” He quickly went back to cleaning your cut, finding your gaze too strong on him, but unable to avoid it.

“This is an emergency?”

He grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it slightly up and to the side, then continuing with his right hand at dabbing your cheek with antiseptic.

“It will be if you keep moving.”

You prayed he didn’t notice how hot your cheeks felt.

Once Miles finished, he caressed your face softly for a moment, relishing in the contact before he quickly packed his stuff away and rushed out of the room in an excuse of “late for class”. You stayed sitting at the table for a further two minutes before getting up gently, grabbing your bag, and leaving the ‘abandoned’ classroom.

—

You were sitting on the curb of your apartment. Wishing you could just go back inside and sleep. Miles hadn’t spoken to you for a week. You didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend, but god you felt like one. You were waiting patiently on for the bud to arrive, far too early in the morning. Sat in the spot Miles would usually meet you at, you sighed down at your feet. Had you done something wrong? Your relationship had been blossoming the past few months into something you’re sure was reciprocated. There was no way that the endless supply of intimate moments between the two of you was a coincidence.

The way your whole face would light up at the mere sight of him had to be clear as day.

You swore up at the sky, watching your breath fog up in the winter air, the slow screech of your bus coming around a corner brung you back down to earth. Day dreams about a boy who you probably don’t even cross the mind of cut short.

You stood up and groaned, stretching your arms and leaned against the bus pole. Except it didn’t stop. It didn’t even slow down, and when you’d realised the driver wasn’t pulling into the parking bay, you were already too late.

“Oh- C’mon, really!” You kicked your foot against the scuffed ground, pouting at no one and complaining to no one too.

“Miss the bus?”

A man who looked to be around 17 approached you. You stepped back from him, him getting the hint and not getting any closer.

“Oh- Uh.. Didn’t mean to seem like a creep or anything,” he laughed lightly, dimples showing at the action. “I just, also missed the bus.” He gestured down to himself, disheveled clothes and messy hair.

Disheveled clothes didn’t look as good on him as it did Miles, but you smiled and hugged a laugh anyways.

This could be your chance, get out of your rut. Back into the dating scene and away from Miles.

Yet it seems you couldn’t go two minutes without him on your mind.

“Hence why I look like this.”

His eyes flickered back to yours, taking in tour appearance as well.

“Guess we’ll have to walk,”

He laughed, “Guess so.”

“Not like our clothes can get much more creased.”

That brought a genuine chuckle out of the man, eyes squinting at the sarcastic tone you held.

“Well, I know a couple ways.”

He winked at you and you huffed, following behind him as you began the treck to your school.

—

The man you met had been named Arthur. He was understanding of your humour, and pretty well in his own. He seemed king of untrustworthy, though. You just didn’t understand why, something about him made your stomach churn. Maybe it was butterflies?

You had been talking for a week before he asked you out.

The fact surprising you. Never in your life had you met someone and them be wanting to date you within the same month, let alone fortnight.

“Yeah- yeah, okay.”

Miles’ face crossed your mind in a fleeting thought, sending goosebumps along your skin and a buzz through your bloodstream.

You’d just gotten asked out by someone attractive, said yes, and weren’t told it was some joke. And yet, the mere thought of Miles brought a quake to your knees? Good god.

Cross your fingers this date gets him off your mind and his image peeled from the backs of your eyelids.

“Cool, see you Friday?” Arthur stood from his chair, walking backwards towards the door.

“Yeah, Eight good?”

“Absolutely.”

—

Arthur had met you at ten, not eight. So you had spent the better of two hours thinking you got stood up by *someone you didn’t even know.

The moment he’d stepped in front of you, the nice outfit you were wearing felt overdressed and unfitting, he was wearing the same day-to-day clothes. It felt almost embarrassing.

“You clean up nice, babe.”

The name had you near gagging.

“Oh! Uh Thanks!” You grimaced as he winked.

The restaurant you’d arrived at was fairly busy, a quaint place with hung string lights and vines crawling along the ceiling. It led out into a cute garden, where it looked to be their own food growing.

At least he knows how to pick a place.

—

Fifteen minutes into the date, you had just gotten your food. And Arthur wouldn’t, for the life of him, talk.

It was so unnatural, so absolutely awkward you had just picked at your nails until your food arrived.

He had chatted with the waiter more than you.

“So uhm.. Arthur!”

He grunted an acknowledgment and glacéd you at you before returning to his food.

“What do you do study?”

“Anthropology.”

“Cool, I’ve always liked stuff like that.”

“Uhuh.”

You were going to shoot yourself if this man gives you anymore one word answers.

After a few more busted attempts, you had given up on trying. Just focusing on finishing your food faster so you could get the hell out of here.

A man you didn’t know came over to greet Arthur, said man responding enthusiastically. Peeking up and talking with “David” about who-knows-what.

“And who’s this lovely lady?”

“Oh hello, I’m—“

“—She’s my girlfriend David, so don’t try. Maybe after a while i’ll convince her to let me share ‘er with you.”

Girlfriend? Share?? What the fuck.

David laughed whilst he eyed you, his body leaning scarily close to you. You chuckled politely, what the hell.

“Well, let’s hope she agrees, huh?” David’s sly voice sent a shiver us disgust down your spine, seeping into your bones like marrow.

“She will.” Arthur assured him. You felt sick, violated. You need to leave, you need to get to Miles.

—

Another ten minutes passed before you’d both finally left the restaurant, the air getting stuffy with so many people around, and no one to see your fear.

Arthur had insisted walking you home. Which you vehemently refuse, you don’t want him knowing where you live.

Arthur had gone quiet after that, a look of almost anger on his face.

You had stayed quiet too, not wanting to poke the bear. And after a second, he was pulling you towards him and leading you to his car.

You panicked, struggling against his grip on your forearm. “Get in the fucking car, [Name].” He’d almost growled the words, “You fucking wanted this.”

“Let go of me!”

“You accepted in the first place, now you’re not going to give me what you owe?”

“I don’t owe you anything, let go!” You cried out, his grip was painful now and he was trying to shove your body into his car by force.

You were tearing up, your breath catching in panic, you were getting weaker and he was still shoving.

Suddenly, all the weight had been thrown off of you. Your wrist now free, and the presence of Arthur gone out of thin air.

“Your parents ever teach you not to lay a hand on a woman?”

You spun around to be greeted with sight of Spiderman wrapping Arthur in webs.

He docked him in the jaw as he tried to talk back. Arthur groaning heavily.

“Oh, guess not.”

“Fuck you, man. The girl wanted it.”

“Didn’t look that way to me, homeboy.”

Arthur glared up at him then turned to you, “You wanted it. Didn’t you?” It was phrased more as a threat than a statement.

“I—“

“Whoopsie.”

A web shot out and covered Arthur’s mouth, his eyes widening in panic as he tried to scream through it.

“Slip of the finger.”

He picked Arthur up and threw him to a wall, shooting a web at him as he went to stick him to it. The impact on his head swiftly knocking him unconscious, probably concussed.

You stood in shock, not really able to process the sight in front of you when Spiderman turned back, suddenly a lot less collected and a lot more worried.

He moved quickly over to you, raising on hand to caress your injured arm and one to your cheeks, the eyes of his mask downturning in fear.

“Hey-. Hey, hey look at me.”

You did, the tears in your eyes finally falling as the situation truly dawned on you. Your lip trembled. “Oh, [Name], you’re okay, i’ve got you.”

“Spidey—“ You shivered a little in his hold. His arm snaking down from yours to holding you close to him. The other continued to rub circles into your tear-stained cheeks. “—Come here, Chiquita.”

You hadn’t even noticed the names, your name, falling from his lips. You had only registered the immediate feeling of comfort around him. Unlike the feeling of fear, primality, around Arthur. Spidey had felt more like safety, like someone you could call a lifelong friend.

He grabbed you by your waist, talking you through it the whole time.

“I’m gonna touch your waist now, that okay?” “Mhmm..” “Okay, wrap your legs around me when I pick you up, yeah?”

Humming your affirmation, you wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried the whole weight of you in one hand, spread out on the low of your back. The touch sending the first pleasant tingle of your whole night through the tips of his gloved fingers.

“Let me take you home, querida.”

Miles’s eyes squinted in the pitiful sight of you, this was his doing. If he had been there for you, this never would have happened. His paranoia for something bigger had outweighed his realistic worries. If he’s not in your life, who’s going to protect you?

The names of sweet kept tumbling out of him, making up for the weeks he’d been missing. God, even now, holding you to his chest while he swung you home. Your eyes closed and buried into his neck, ignoring the world around the both of you and finding safety in him. Even now, he’s felt better than he had in the last months.

His feet landed softly on your fire escape, the soft thud of the metal a welcomed thought. Or, maybe it was being home again, either one.

Spiderman’s right hand slid under your bedroom window, opening it slow enough as to not wake your parents.

“We’re home, [Name].”

He climbed through the indie with you in tow, leaving it open slightly as you began to undress. He turned around quickly while you put on a large shirt and sleep shorts. Trying graciously to avoid watching you through the reflection of the window.

Once you were finished, he turned around and went to grab the makeup wipes from your dresser. You giving him a quizzical look he ignored.

You sat down on the bed with your legs crossed and he followed, your knees brushing one another.

“Close your eyes.”

You did, letting him softly wipe away any makeup you had put on for the night. You sighed in content, and absurdity. What was the likely hood of your date going so horribly wrong, then being saved and comforted by Brooklyns best vigilante. Then having that very same vigilante sit in your bed and wipe the tear streaked makeup from your cheeks.

“There you go.”

You opened your eyes again, seeing his hooded face so close to yours it made your heart beat.

“Thank you.”

He leaned back, suddenly seeming nervous.

“Hey, I—,“ He stopped and breathed in deep, “,—I need to tell you something.” He sounded conflicted, scared.

Why would a crime-fighting spider be scared of you?

“Yeah, of course. Anything.”

He sucked in another breath, quicker this time. And reached up to the bottom of his mask so fast you almost missed it. He pulled it off quickly, panicky. Leaving you to stare at the soft, plush lips and Hazel eyes that could only ever replicate the fall of an autumn leaf. Or the cinnamon dusted on the baking you would do with your mother.

Miles Morales stared back at you.

“I’m spiderman!” He laughed nervously. Picking at the fabric of his hood.

He looked back up at you and sighed, a smile playing on his lips at your dumbfounded expression.

“What the hell.”

“Mi vida, listen.”

“What the actual hell.”

He dropped his mask and gathered your hands in his. Holding them against one another.

“[Name].”

“You’re Spiderman.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

You looked up at his, he was closed again. Glancing at your lips every now and again. “Miles..” You pouted at him, almost crying his name. His chest aches for you. A thick guilt rendered his voice useless, a longing for you mixing into it.

“Is this why-“ You broke eye contact. “—Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You whispered it, like you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

His fingers twitched against yours, squeezing your palm and rubbing his thumbpad over the juncture between your thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, cielo.” He let out a shaky breath. Saying the term in a quaking sigh.

He watched you watch him, your glassy eyes telling him all the hurt you’ve been through.

“Baby I didn’t mean—“ He shook his head, “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I was worried that some bad people would find out I—“ He stuttered, focusing on your intwined hands once again. “I cared for you, and they would use that, use you against me.”

“I never wanted you hurt, I just wanted you safe.”

You let another set of tears fall, the relief soothing the ache of stress in your shoulders, you were still mad at him, sure. And not only for ignoring you. But for keeping such a big secret to himself. But god, you were so happy he was back.

“It wasn’t because of you, cielo. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me.”

“I’m dangerous, [Name].”

He looked back up to you in earnest, desperation and fear clouding his eyes foggy.

“You’re worth the risk.”

“God,” his breathing was heavy, deep. “,You’re making this real hard for me, baby.”

“Good.”

“Jesus christ.”

He surged forwards, using your joined hands as leverage as he pulled you closer into him.

He stopped just short of your lips, breath escaping you at the sight of him, looking as gorgeous as ever. Even with his hair in a mess and smelling like baby powder. “Please let me kiss you.” The man was near begging, desperation of a different kind now.

“Okay.”

He closed the distance, letting your eyes fall shut at the feeling. You never had felt more perfectly at peace than you had right now.

His hands let go of yours, moving up your body and landing on your hips. He shifted his weight onto his knees, leaning over you as you lowered back. You broke apart, panting heavy and laboured, “I’m still mad at you.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” He peppered you with short kissed. You’re back hitting the bed and him crowding over you, trailing kisses from your lips, to cheeks, to just below your jawline. You giggled lightly, his kisses tickling.

“‘M gonna hold you to that.”

He grinned up at you, slotting himself neatly between your legs. His right hand propping himself up beside you head, and left finding any bit of you he could hold.

“I don’t doubt it.”

He kissed you again.

—

okay maybe i lied this is also kind of long

BUT AWE 🫶🫶🫶

#miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles morales x you #spiderverse x reader #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #across the spiderverse

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star-sim · 19 days

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shhh! ☆ jayhoon

☆ non-idol! jay x fem! reader, non-idol sunghoon x fem! reader ☆ summary: your secret relationship with him (& how you get caught!) ☆ genre: fluff, bullet points ☆ warning(s)? noooo

jay ☆

okay... hear me out

school au, where you and jay are the class co-presidents

and i'm not talkin goody two shoes dutiful co-presidents

IM SAYING TYRANNICAL CO-PRESIDENTS

you and jay were the class co-presidents, but you two were also the biggest most arrogant ASSHOLES

like somehow you guys have been put into office 3 years in a row

and even though people lowk hate you both, theyre more scared of ygs than anything

yk how in some animanga there's that corrupt student council trope... thats you and jay

threatening people, bribery, blackmailing, using lackeys....... nothing crazy but yall are NOT clean goody two shoes

im just saying... yall have SO MUCH power and influence

everyone is like legitimately afraid of ygs

on the outside you and jay seem to have an exclusively business relationship

to everyone, you're two power-hungry assholes who use each other to achieve their goals

at council meetings you and jay talk very cordially and formally, everytime you're seen together, you guys always whisper to each other briefly, before putting on your painfully fake smiles again and barely ever speaking to each other again

but behind closed doors....

yall are DATING dating

who knew that you, the condescending bitchy co-president, and jay, the most arrogant bastard of a co-president, were ALL FLUFF FOR EACH OTHER???

you and jay do such a good job of concealing your relationship that there's rumors that you and him actually secretly hate each other

heck, there's even a rumor that you'll stab him in the back later this term

after council meetings, you and jay stay back to "discuss private matters"

yall know damn well that's not what's happening

the moment that your snooty class treasurer shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone, jay's already pushing you against the wall

imagine.... makeout sessions in empty classrooms, and coming out with messed up uniform, swollen lips, and suspiciously timed breathlessness

jay would LOVE it if you grabbed onto his uniform tie and yanked him toward you, he gets the butterflies big time

whenever you pull jay aside to whisper something into his ear, everyone assumes that you're telling him about some confidential or urgent student council matter

nope!! 90% of the time it's you whispering "you look so handsome" "i love you" "let's go on a date later" "i want to kiss you so bad" good lord

and the best part??? whenever you do this, both you and jay keep the straightest, most solemn faces, even though jay is 100% screaming and giggling and kicking his feet inside

and let's be fr right now.... you guys DEFINITELY hold hands under the table

like there will be a meeting about whatever and you and jay are just playing with each other's hands under the table

i think you've almost been caught multiple times but no one necessarily suspects that there's something between you two

everyone genuinely thinks that yall are just some cold-hearted power freaks, too cold to love anyone LOL

the amount of times that you guys accidentally left the door unlocked and someone barged in....

to be clear just bc you and jay are head over heels in love with each other does NOT mean that you guys still aren't crazy assholes

sometimes you guys purposefully don't lock the door and play something that jay likes to call "kissing roulette"

basically, you and jay leave the door unlocked and make out on a busy day when there's a lot of people still roaming the halls, whoever pulls away first out of fear of being caught loses!

you always end up winning lol

i also think that some people are just stupid because there are actually SO many signs of you and him having something

like tell me why jay is out here pulling you close up against him, hands around your waist and all, to whisper something in your ear and the first thing that people think is "oh i think they hate each other"

now..... how ygs get caught: i think you and jay decided to keep your relationship private for the sake of preserving it, like ppl talk too much and they wanna get in the way or wtv

like business must go forward even if you and jay were on top of each other mere seconds ago

like i have emphasized earlier, you and jay were lowk tyrannical

you don't know how it happened but someone in the council leaked one of the being discussed

you and jay didn't really think it was that serious but apparently everyone else was

like.... some of your classmates got HEATED LMAOAO

anyways so you and jay are just having another one of your... ahem... after school sessions

and lets just say that this particular session was errr very passionate... you missed your boyfriend okay?

it was hard to act like jay pracitcally didn't exist when all you wanted to do was kiss him every second of the day

so here you were, between jay's legs with him pressed up against some bookshelf of an empty classroom

his shirt's collar is messed up, probably with lipstick stains all over it

you have his tie scrunched up in your fist, while his hands find the hem of your uniform skirt (😋)

completely unbeknownst to you there's a whole group of students in your year marching around school lookign for you two

apparently to "give the presidents a piece of their mind"

you and jay are LITERALLY about to go a step further (🤭) when the door FLIES OPEN

AND OH MY GOD

THERE'S JUST SO MANY OF THEM

like particular session you SWORE YOU LOCKED THE DOOR

like that little group of kids were about to start yelling at you to "reconsider your decisions" but they were rendered SPEECHLESS

GAGGED EVEN

because like..... THE TWO CO-PRESIDENTS WHO SUPPOSEDLY SEE EACH OTHER AS MERE TOOLS WERE........ MAKING OUT IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM??????

you and jay are just standing there, still against each other against the bookshelf dissheveled and all, like 😧😧

"s-sorry!" it seems like the sight of you two getting all intimate scared the shit out of those little protestors BECAUSE THEY JUST RAN AWAY AFTER THAT

the next day you and jay are the talk of the school

jay is getting pats on his back from dudes who he literally does not know

"AYYYY YOU BAGGED THE HOT PRESIDENT!!!"

and hes like "? do i know you"

and suddenly all the girls are sitting you down with cups of tea to ask you about the story of you and jay

"please girl we want to know all the tea"

???? weren't they just gossiping about you yesterday

it seemed like everyone was weirdly supportive??

like over night everyone seemed to like you guys a little bit more??

somehow yall become the it couple

i dont think jay and you immediately get more affectionate

but jay definitely takes advantage of this

and randomly kisses you throughout the day

sunghoon ☆

you and sunghoon work in the same department, under the same supervisor, in the same office, at the same table, with the same tasks, with the same pay and same skills

yet only one of you is deemed the company's #1 loser and the other the company's sweetheart

guess who ☠️

well sunghoon is definitely NOT the company sweetheart

ding ding ding! if you guessed that he's the loser you are correct

sunghoon's quiet, and gets his job done efficiently with little trouble

he doesn't mean to make people uneasy with how quiet he is

but sunghoon genuinely does not like anyone enough to be talkative, nor does he want to try to make any friends

emo ass

on the other hand you're the company's joy

everyone wants to hang out with you after work

you're the first person invited to work parties, even when it's from different departments, every guy in that office has had a crush on you at some point

you know damn well the interns are obsessed with you

absolutely NO ONE would expect the residential hot girl to be going home with THE biggest loser every night

but alas look where we are

you and sunghoon were dating waaay before either of you got a job here

you guys decided to keep your relationship secret to avoid any HR complaints or snoopy people

and it was a bit of a struggle

do you have any idea how hard it was for sunghoon to watch every man try to shoot his shot with you and NOT start screaming?

sunghoon really tried to not let his personal life interfere with his professional life

but JINWOO FROM THE SALES DEPARTMENT WAS LITERALLY ASKING YOU OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM

and it was hard for you, too

having people swarm you for after-work plans was a mess

each time, you said that you were going to stay late to finish some extra work, and if you had time you'd join them

you never did

all of your work friends tried to set you up on dates with their own friends

"cmon it will be fun! get out a little!"

and every time you had to politely tell them that you were not looking for a relationship for the time being (only for you and sunghoon to pass silly love notes at the water cooler)

oh sorry did you not hear that?

YOU AND SUNGHOON PASS SILLY LOVE NOTES AT THE WATER COOLER!!!!!

it’s always the most random ripped pieces of paper with the silliest love notes

like you will rip up a spare legal document nd write “if u were a fruit you’d be a fineapple”

sunghoon tho is the type up a whole document and print it out, it’s filled top to bottom in silliness and he hands it to you like it’s an official important document 😭

every morning he makes you coffee and brings it to your desk

lers be real ppl suspect things

NOT ON YOUR PART BUT ON YOUR BEHALF

like everyone thinks that sunghoon is this loser that’s in love with you ☠️

i mean cmon… weird quiet guy that talks to no one but makes coffee every morning for that One Hot Girl???

the workplace gossips have a field day w it

in their eyes, it’s really pathetic because sunghoon is this weirdo and ur this hot woman and he’s in love with you oh my gosh this is so embarrassing for him 😭🙏🙏

they keep telling you stuff too

“omg did you see the way sunghoon looked at you?”

“he’s so weird, it’s so obvious that he liked you”

"this is so embarrassing [name] you need to reject him before he gets too eager" FREE HIM

little do they know that when you and sunghoon stay a little bit later than everyone else sometimes, the office becomes really empty

kissing in empty offices… thats it, that’s the tweet

otherwise there's a lot of other small things that you do with/for each other

when no one's around in the break room, you love to creep up on him and give him a back hug

it scares the shit out of him but the moment that he realizes that it's you he melts right away

idk how ppl didn't notice yet

one time your washing machine malfunctioned so both you and sunghoon's white dress shirts were dyed a subtle pink color

you came into work both wearing your dyed shirts and no one stopped to think "hm why do these people both have washing machine malfunctions that malfunctioned in the exact same way?"

tbh you and sunghoon are just vibing

other than sunghoon needing to conceal his wrath every time someone flirted with you and you having to hide your increasing irritation with the amount of party invitations you got

can i just say tho

being coworkers w sunghoon is a dream

imagine what happens when yall get home tho

i know the gossip goes CRAZY… you both hate your boss so every conversation you have about him rips him a new one

now... how you guys get caught

two words: work dinners

you and sunghoon never go to them

because like... why would you want to hang out with your coworkers when you have each other?

and when you do go to them, you never really have fun

other than eating and chatting a bit you never drink or really open up…. again, because you have sunghoon... why do u need anyone else

same for sunghoon, except he literally never looks like he wants to be there so people are already reluctant to invite him

but there's this one particular work dinner that you and sunghoon are both unable to get out of

it's been a long and tiring week, both of you want to go home and take a nap together but your team had other plans

sunghoon is annoyed, yes, but hes like whatever at least there's you with him

you? youre LIVID

youre barging into that work dinner with a storm cloud around you

you have to deal with coworkers who lack boundaries every day of the week and the one time you can escape them they march back in

youre not having it 😭

you ordered like 3 beers because you were so annoyed

and also bc sunghoon was there... if anything happened you knew that he would protect you

so here you were 3 beers down…. a liiiiittle bit tipsy

okay maybe a little bit MORE than tipsy… como se dice... drunk?

when jinwoo from the sales department comes up to you

sunghoon is sitting RIGHT next to you but jinwoo ignores him

"hi [name]"

you stare at him... thousand yard stare ahhh because your drunk ass does not have it in you to endure him ☠️

"what."

jinwoo DOES NOT TAKE THE HINT

"after this, i was thinking about going for karaoke. do you want to go with me?"

normally you'd be polite and decline

even if you were a little bit tipsy you'd normally just laugh and say no

but this time

with you boyfriend right next to you, with all your tiredness, with all your anger...

"fuck no," you say plainly

the way everyone gets quiet ☠️ ppl don't hear you swear that much

but the real thing that surprises them is when you pull sunghoon towards you, hugging his head to your chest

“i have a boyfriend and you’re shamelessly flirting with me”

while sunghoon is like “!!!!!”

everyone is staring liek WHAT???????

jinwoo from sales department is GAGGED BRUH

sunghoon immediately pulls away, all red in the faced

he grabs your hand and begins dragging you out the door

"sorry everyone she's drunk right now we'll be on our way!!" and yall leave

you don't remember anything so when sunghoon explains it to you, looking like a kicked dog, youre just like "okay and? whats the problem i put jinwoo in his place" #girlboss

you're the talk of the office

this still doesn't scare off your multiple suitors

but it does allow sunghoon is be a #hater fr

he's smug

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fic #jay #jay enhypen #jay enhypen fluff #jay enhypen fic #park jongseong #park jongseong fluff #sunghoon #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fic #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #star-sim #vanya-writes

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fadingdagger · 1 year

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wine and ember - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: pre-relationship, understood mutual feelings, lesbians being lesbians and flirting without flirting, larissa <3 (also featuring a tiny wenclair bc babies)

warnings: alcohol consumption, a few suggestive comments, kissing/light making out

note: probably poorly written because i wrote this while at work lol

“enid, have you ever even heard of algernon blackwood?” she shakes her head. “then how can you know you don’t like this book?”

“you saw wednesday! she was excited about this book,” excited may have been a vast overstatement of the look on wednesday’s face, “so i just know it’s scary!”

a deep sigh passes my lips, “enid, if you read this book, you can write your paper on all reasons you hate it, but just give it a shot. make wednesday read it to you, if that’ll make it more bearable,” a blush grows on the blonde’s cheeks. “now, lunch starts in 43 seconds and you’re still in my classroom, i’m starting to think you want some bonus assignm-”

“bye! see you tomorrow,” enid bursts and with that she skips down the hall. a laugh leaves me, my head dropping to my desk. i let my head smack against my desk a few times. only third period and i was already down for the count, missing my blankets and bed-side bag of red vines back in my quarters.

click, click, click, click.

“already losing battles? the semester has only begun,” my head stopped its assault on the desk. there it was, the voice that felt like espresso in the morning and lavender at night. her visits were typically for discussing lesson plans or students. sometimes it was just a friendly catching up, and other times we never spoke at all. lately it seemed to be the last two, either way she was always welcome. her presence was enough to soothe even the most frustrating days.

“i just resisted puppy-dog eyes from the enid sinclair. that’s called winning battles, principal weems,” i joke back, my head not leaving my desk. “where is my reward?”

a laugh escapes her lips, a hand sliding across my shoulders, “a great victory indeed, though i have no reward for you. would some wine tonight suffice?” goosebumps followed the path of her hand, more rose from her words.

i tilted my head back and opened my eyes to look at her, “i’m quite picky with wine, it better be worth my while.” her lips curved into a smile, her eyes rolling with humor. every time i put a smile on her face i was almost in awe. in awe that i was capable of making her, a goddess amongst mortals, smile like that.

my eyes follow her as she moves from behind me to sit on edge of my desk. her eyes looking down at me made it hard to sit still, to not stand up and trap her against the desk. i stare back up at her from my seat, watching as her eyes scan across my face, flickering down to my lips a couple times. my eyes stay on hers, too captured by them to look away.

her lips were moving, but words didn’t reach my ears. “hmm?” i let out, blinking rapidly to reset my thoughts.

“wine, darling. white, rosé, or red?” her own crimson lips were in a smirk, knowing she had distracted me by just being here. could she see how i longed for her lipstick to paint my skin? for her touch to trace those stains she leaves behind?

“red. red is good,” i couldn’t trust myself with more words, still recovering from getting lost in her, and she seemed to relish in that fact. the fact that her eyes, her voice, her touch, they were all capable of shutting me up and making me still. i wished to make her as nervous as she makes me, wanting the same butterflies that fill my stomach and the same hand that grips my heart to find her.

she stands from her perch at my desk, my face now level with her abdomen, but my eyes never leaving her face. a hand rises to my cheek, her thumb stroking it ever so lightly, “seven o’clock?”

leaning into her hand, i match her hushed tone, “wouldn’t miss it for the world, larissa.” at that she dropped my face and left, only a light pink blush across her cheeks. i smiled to myself for being able to make her blush like a nervous teenager.

it’s 6:57 and i’m running. sprinting from icarus hall as fast as possible to make it to larissa on time. 6:59 and i’m practically running through walls, sliding across the floor as i turn down hallways. the bell tower begins to ring, seven o’clock. i land in front of her door and collect myself. before my hand can even tap the door, it opens.

“am i supposed to pretend i didn’t see you run across the gardens?”

“i can always leave and walk back again if that suits you?” she laughs at my response. “you said seven. i wasn’t going to leave you waiting… but if you insist…” i begin to slowly turn away. her hand grabs gentle hold of my upper arm.

“oh just sit down, you fool,” her laugh is even stronger. my heart beats rapidly at the sound. i watch as she grabs two glasses and pours. my eyes never leaving her hands, watching as they gripped the bottle, balanced the glass stem between her fingers. i blinked quickly as she started to return to me, not wanting her to notice my staring.

she passes me a glass, fingers brushing mine in the process. the feeling of her skin was enough to goosebumps up my arm, and she was watching close enough to notice. she sat next to me, turning herself towards my direction, legs tucked under her. there was comfort in the silence between us. her eyes stayed on the fire place, bringing her glass to her lips. it was hard to pull my attention away from her long enough to take a sip of my own wine.

“does this suit as reward for your victory against puppy-dog eyes?” larissa’s voice dances around me. i could feel the weight of the question, could also feel the toying within her tone.

“for now,” i state before taking a sip of wine, looking in her eyes as i do so. a single, perfectly penciled brow raises as she cocks her head to side. her lips part, then shut again. checkmate, i think to myself.

the tables turn immediately when larissa leans forward, eyes glued to mine. i’m trapped in her gaze, i cannot move and i don’t want to. i take this chance to look at her, to truly look at her. nothing could or would ever compare to her right now, in this moment. her lipstick half gone from the day, much stuck to the rim of her wine glass. her cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire in front of us, and hopefully the moment between us. she was pure light in my eyes, the sun and stars will never outshine her. i travel back to her eyes, they must have been crafted from the finest of kyanite crystals. she finally speaks up after a “do-i-even-want-to-know” amount of my staring.

“hi,” she whispers since she’s barely two inches from my own face.

“hey,” and i immediately want to bang my head on a wall, she’s this close and she’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed, and i said ‘hey.’

“if…if wine suffices ‘for now,’ what would suffice ‘for later’ or-”it’s there that larissa pauses, like she’s made a mistake. if this were any other moment, i’d dismiss this, but her face falls and she’s looks almost scared.

i answer the first part, “as ‘for later,’ more time with you is all i require, if that’s okay with you,” she smiles and i decide to lighten to mood more, let her decide what she wants to reveal. “about ‘or’ i’m less confident, give me a day to think about it,” i huff a laugh at my own joke while placing my wine on the table. smiling harder when i look to see she’s biting her lip to not laugh, but it proves unsuccessful.

“you’re not funny, first of all,” a finger presses to my lips as i start to protest her insult, and i bite my tongue. she pulls her finger away from my mouth as she leans to put her own glass on the table. “second, don’t mind the ‘or,’ i quite liked your first answer, more time with you is more than okay with me,” she smiles so softly in this moment i nearly melt like putty next to her on the loveseat.

moving slowly, i begin to lean closer to her. our noses brush and her breath grazes my lips. every part of me is buzzing, begging for her touch. my hand cups her cheek, she sucks in a breath but doesn’t lean away. at this, i lean more to place my forehead against hers, and i hear the breath she took in release. her hands come to rest on my neck, and my heart rate flies through the roof, she could probably feel it. the heart that beat for her only.

her hands slid to the back of my neck, her eyes look into mine, asking if she can move forward. my free hand moves to cup the other side of her face, my thumb stroking the apple of her cheek. so beautiful.

i lean slowly, leaving time for her to move. praise to the gods above because she doesn’t move, she urges forward and connects our lips. the kiss is so gentle, both of us craving the closeness. then, one of her hands moves from my neck, down to my waist. she pulls me closer to her and i nearly gasp, she uses this opportunity to move her tongue to my mouth, gentle and calculated in her movements. holding back a moan from the contact, i move one hand into her hair, the other hand’s finger spreading out, needing to hold more of her like my life depended on it.

she pushes into me more, i willingly move with her, wanting to feel the delicious weight of her against me. this only spurs both of us on, hands wander further and the kiss becomes deeper. i don’t think i could ever live a day without this ever again, without her here, half on my lap and kissing me. pulling away from her to take a breath only becomes more sweet once i open my eyes again. her lipstick is smudged a bit, her up-do now disheveled, her dress wrinkled, she was a work of art. i could only whisper to her, not wanting to ruin this moment, not wanting her to move.

“would it be selfish to ask for all of your time?”

“would it be selfish of me to accept it for all of yours in return?”

this originally ended just after the “checkmate” part but then i just kept going lol. feedback is appreciated <3

#larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems fluff #wednesday netflix #wednesday fanfic #wlw positivity

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fadingdaggerr · 1 year

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wine and ember - l.w.

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader (no pronoun or name use for reader)

summary: pre-relationship, understood mutual feelings, lesbians being lesbians and flirting without flirting, larissa <3 (also featuring a tiny wenclair bc babies)

warnings: alcohol consumption, a few suggestive comments, kissing/light making out

note: i was permanently locked out of my account ( @fadingdagger ) so i am just moving my fics over to this acc. (2/3)

“enid, have you ever even heard of algernon blackwood?” she shakes her head. “then how can you know you don’t like this book?”

“you saw wednesday! she was excited about this book,” excited may have been a vast overstatement of the look on wednesday’s face, “so i just know it’s scary!”

click, click, click, click.

“i just resisted puppy-dog eyes from the enid sinclair. that’s called winning battles, principal weems,” i joke back, my head not leaving my desk. “where is my reward?”

her lips were moving, but words didn’t reach my ears. “hmm?” i let out, blinking rapidly to reset my thoughts.

she stands from her perch at my desk, my face now level with her abdomen, but my eyes never leaving her face. a hand rises to my cheek, her thumb stroking it ever so lightly, “seven o’clock?”

“am i supposed to pretend i didn’t see you run across the gardens?”

“does this suit as reward for your victory against puppy-dog eyes?” larissa’s voice dances around me. i could feel the weight of the question, could also feel the toying within her tone.

“hi,” she whispers since she’s barely two inches from my own face.

“hey,” and i immediately want to bang my head on a wall, she’s this close and she’s all i’ve ever wanted and needed, and i said ‘hey.’

“would it be selfish to ask for all of your time?”

“would it be selfish of me to accept it for all of yours in return?”

really appreciate the patience while i repost these fics. i know it’s annoying :)

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fanfic #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems is a lesbian #wednesday netflix

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frog-0n-a-l0g · 8 months

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Ok headcannon time

I don’t know the names of all the races I just know what they look like to me. This is a long one

David: I don’t think he’s white but idk what he is. I think he’s like mixed bc I see gave as white. I just know that in the summer he COOKS. Like this man is constantly tan but in the summer especially. I’m guessing Mexican and white

Milo: he has olive (I think that’s what it’s called) skin. Like he’s fairly dark but in a smooth way. I think he’s Filipino or Italian.

Asher: I think he’s white. I saw a post where he had heterochromia and it just goes lol. Also makes sense cause this man CANNOT cook

Lasko: he is PASTEY. like bro is almost see through. He stays in his office or his classroom and gets pretty much NO sunlight

Huxley: I can’t tell what he is but he’s kinda dark. It could either be his race or he can just be hella tan from his sports. One of his moms is Mexican or Latin I can tell you that.

Damian: I can’t pinpoint it. When I focus on it his image gets wavy. I think he’s white though.

Gavin: he’s got something going on. His skin tone is white but I don’t think he’s like actually white. Let’s blame it on him mixing things up when he made his human form

Laskos listener: I don’t have a clear image of most of the listeners but I’ve seen enough fan art for their image to be ingrained in my brain. They’re black with mid arm length butterfly locks. I think the skin tone is called umber

Caelum: he’s white with pink fluffy hair that makes him kinda look like a pink sheep. He’s also got light pink eyes?

Sam: he’s giving country man and most of the farm rootin tootin men I’ve seen have been white so I guess he looks like that. He’s also got shoulder length blond hair that he keeps in a man bun. When he was a human he used to have a gnarly tan but since he turned and can’t go into the sun he’s pastey as hell

Vincent: most of the time I see him as white but if I think about his character he kinda has the same skin tone as Milo just lighter. He’s still brown but since he hasn’t had sun for quite a bit somehow he lightened?

Guy: even before his cosplay I’ve always seen him look EXACTLY like Eric

Cam: he’s somehow a light blue?? Like a very soft blue

That’s all the people that have a constant picture in my head to be able to write it down. I hope this actually makes sense😭

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i-have-dots-in-my-brain · 2 months

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its time to explain my persona lol

my persona is an eldritch god that can travel through universes and draw things into existence (ik its mary sue but LET ME HAVE THIS)

okay lemme explain a little. persona (i'll just call them that bcus im lazy) was made up of the code and pixels of a secret joke boss in a video game (the boss having said powers of my persona). but they never made it into the game, but combined with raw, human emotional chaos (idk why that was there) somwhere in the universe

eventually, they mushed into my persona! me, basically. nuke (the tiger) is my familiar that i summon with my tablet pen that turns into my battle axe. if my pen runs out of battery, nuke starts fading into lower frame rates and eventually disappears (he runs out of animation frames, those frames are powered by the pen)

my persona has been spotted in many worlds( my hyperfixation's worlds), they consider the characters to be part of the story, watching them for their own interest. they usually don't help out unless they're motivated by unknown reasons (me crying bcs THAT CHARACTER DID NOT DESERVE THAT) or to make the story more interesting

they can make worlds or humans/things if they wanted to. they like to tell stories and like talking to people

right now, this is how my persona is involved with my hyperfixations:

SCP : they're an scp that the O-5 council finds troublesome. humanoid scp that gets special rights because they can end the world (did i mention they can do that?). they know a lot about everyone in the foundation (bcus i read the files) they escape whenever there's already a containment breach happening and they mostly use the time to explore the facility without restriction. so far, they've had a therapy session with Dr Glass (ended with more questions and them eating the recording tape, but went well), pissed off Dr Clef and eaten one of Dr Kondraki's butterflies. they have a lot of knowledge of classified stuff. 423 mentions them being a fun story partner.

hetalia : ITS THE REAL WORLD THEY'RE ME LIVING NORMALLY

genshin : random traveler (not THE traveler) that runs around being weird (everyone hates them) stealing shit and making the archons pissed (they're a god that survived the archon war by sleeping through it in a cave, they didn't even realise the war happened lol)

ddlc : they're a background random classmate that sleeps in the back of the literature club classroom (they never interact with anyone and monika doesn't delete them) in the ending, you can't find their character file. if you ask the other club members about them here are their responses : natsuki "Oh them? they just snooze here like a lazy bum! ...but they like manga too, which is nice." yuri "...I think I take english class with them. I didn't notice they slept here afterschool. I wonder what kinds of dreams they're having." monika "you mean the student sleeping in the back? they're not important." sayori "oh, I never noticed them before! aren't they cold? we should bring a blanket for them next time!"

Demon Slayer : they're a background slayer. apparently they didn't even join the corps. they just walked out of the final selection forest and stole a kasugai crow. their weapon is a battle axe. it's unknown if it's made from nichirin or not. a lot of the corp members think they're a demon. muzan mentions them as a pest and a hinderance (they saw the blue spider flowers and went munch munch just when muzan showed up) at the end of the final battle, you can see them chilling on a boat (presumably headed back to china????) they don't speak, and they write their name in chinese.

apothecary diaries : they're in the background of all the cases maomao solves. maomao feels like there's someone watching her, but not with malicious intent. they're not a servant and dress in more northern fashion (like from ancient beijing) and they wear shorts. their silhouette can be seen in scenes with windows. it's mentioned that they visited the lotus house and visited the three princesses (but they didn't do anything and just talked a lot the entire time while talking to the princesses) granny thought they were a weirdo, looking too young to visit a brothel, but accepted it cuz they were paying a lot.

PJO : weirdo demigod that dionysus seems to find sus. participated in all of the battles (group ones with the entire camps). the rest of the camp theorises about what they are (they don't live in any of the cabins) no one know's their name. chiron doesn't know about them. during the battle for manhattan they can be seen in the background stealing things from shops. percy notices them at every one of his schools, but they don't go to classes and no one else shows recognition of their prescence.

MASHLE : a bg character that eats cream puffs. nothing else. no mentions other than always being at the cream puff bakery

inside job : everywhere, never talks, always watching

spiderverse : a rando in the spiderverse. no one know's how they got here. they seem to be pissed at miguel for some reason. they don't have a watch. they're in the chase scene but they just slowly walk as they watch everything (while eating a miguel burger).

HAZBIN : they sleep in one of the hotel's rooms. somehow, no one has noticed. they're in every group scene, usually peeking out from behind something.

helluva : they're at the doctor in s2, ep 4. just napping on one of the chairs.

harry potter : they're sleeping in the chamber of secrets. and in the room of requirement. and at the train station in the last book where dumbledore is. and flashbacks. just sleepin.

thats around it lol

#my persona #lore

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cometcrystal · 8 months

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i had two very vivid peanuts dreams last night. it was in 2 halves, in the first they were canon age, in the second they were in high school

Lucy focused. There's narration to this one but I can't remember most of it. Someone in the neighborhood made a wish for everything to be perfect? And it starts having adverse effects? Lucy is walking around the neighborhood and things keep going wrong for her. I can't remember specifics but it gets so bad she runs home crying. When she gets home, it's revealed to us that she's afraid of butterflies and allergic to birds? These get mixed up some. But they realize, bc of the wish from before, birds and butterflies are gonna swarm the house. Idk why. She, linus, and their mother lock all the doors and retreat to a bedroom after grabbing rerun and their pet caterpillar. (??) While taking refuge in the bedroom, their mother is suddenly possessed and wants to open the door and let the birds and butterflies in. Lucy and linus have to physically restrain her by laying on top of her and holding her down. Meanwhile, the pet caterpillar morphs into a butterfly. End of this section. What does it mean what does it all mean.gif

2. Linus focused. He and cb are sitting in class at a table next to the table that heather and her friend are sitting at. Note that this heather is VERY different from real heather. Dream heather is really mean. Note passing happens, and heather gets the memo that cb likes her. She and her friend are texting about it. They start silently making fun of cb for it during class by gesturing to him. Linus moves his seat so that it's blocking cb's view of heather and tells him to just ignore her. Heather starts to do some sarcastic flirty gesture, and with linus in his line of sight, cb looks like he has a realization that he likes linus instead. Linus gets up to leave the classroom and gets ambushed by two male bullies who start to beat him up. Class ends and lucy comes to the rescue. She physically drags the two bullies to the gym and beats the living shit out of both of them. When she's done, before the teachers catch her, she goes to sit by schroeder in the bleachers (this is his gym period) and he lays his head on her shoulder while she explains why she beat up those guys (they were calling her brother homophobic slurs)

#dream journal

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aajjks · 4 months

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BC!JK

‘wow, she’s pretty’ you think to yourself as you size kim yerin from head to toe. yerin is in the same grade as you and jungkook but unlike you, she’s popular. fairly popular, not soojin popular. as a member in the journalism club, it’s obvious that yerin is a social butterfly and seems to get along well with other people and the articles she writes pertaining to school are well-descriptive so it’s safe to say that jungkook has secured himself a new “good luck charm.”

“Jungkook just wanted to invite you to a party. I’m throwing tonight but maybe you didn’t want to listen to which I get it but it would be nice if you could come tonight? I know it’s Tuesday but…. It will be a nice party not too wild.. so what do you say?” she sweetly asks but despite her sweet tone, you and danielle aren’t persuaded. so he thinks sending her will get you to come to some ‘party’ where you can be embarrassed again? no, not again. not EVER again.

“no thanks” you say

“b-but it’ll be really fun! he’d really be happy to see you-“

“and i said no”

“it’s a no from me too” agrees danielle as she bids you a goodbye and walks to her class as you walk inside yours. you don’t mean to be rude to the girl but surely she knows why you won’t accept even a penny from jungkook.

why even have you around when it’s clear that the two of them have something going on and you don’t want to get between that. you just want to mind your business and never speak to jungkook again.

yerin lets pouts before returning to jungkook with the sad news. “she’s not coming. she wouldn’t even let me try to convince her” she says “i’m sorry baby. maybe next time?” but there won’t be a next time. there won’t be anything because jungkook made things worse and now he’s sure you’ll never talk to him again.

“Fuck.” That’s all he says before he leaves yerin alone, he’s having the worst day of his life and the only way he can take out his frustrations is when he’s boxing.

The worst part is that he doesn’t share this class with you, so Jungkook is just wandering around, and as soon as he’s in the yard, he takes out a cigarette to smoke.

He has really ruined everything, hasn’t he? How will he win your heart? You want to do nothing with him and that is understandable but.. he wants you.

After he’s done with smoking and sulking all by himself, he goes back in to the hallways of the college, and maybe his timing is good because you’re coming out of the class.

Jungkook HAS to talk to you. “Y-Yn!” He’s calling out your name, rushing over to you. he’s blocking your way, so you can’t just avoid him and go.

He has to apologize, and he will do anything to earn your forgiveness, and maybe your friendship once again, he knows he’s fucked up bad, and if he was in your place, he would never give himself another chance.

He has humiliated you, countless of times, and he is a hypocrite, and an asshole. He has never been that good at dealing with his feelings. You’re almost glaring at him, and he understands that..

“Yn just talk to me once- please I’ll do anything to earn your forgiveness.” Hes staring at you with desperation, everyone can hear your conversation. Specially, the students behind you coming out of the classroom, they choose to stay so they can listen to jungkook.

Annoying fucking people.

“Do you want me to apologize on my knees in front of everyone?” He asks, his tone filled with the same desperation in his eyes, of course, if that’s what it’ll take for you to believe him or forgive him and be his friend once again... he will do anything.

“OK fine I’ll do it” he sighs when you don’t respond and now he is literally on his knees in front of you, earning everyone’s shock, gasps are heard throughout the hallway but he doesn’t care because…

He has humiliated you many times, so maybe this is his turn to be humiliated in front of everyone.

“Please please forgive me!”

#ask: bc!jk #are you getting the déjà vu? 😮‍💨

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rappaccini · 2 years

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i find it unfortunate that this long after the release of og life is strange, new fans have no knowledge of the Scrapped Ending and original fans have all but forgotten it. people just kind of accept that ~bae vs bay~ was the plan the whole time and carry on.

i still have yet to see a single person talk about the original timeline that cold opens the game, the one where max witnesses the storm at the lighthouse and is crushed by a wind-flung boat, which we keep calling back to throughout the game-- or the original act of time-travel, which was max sending herself back to the classroom on monday, and how it would've been the key to the ending that never got made.

to walk you through it: if max had not gotten her powers at the exact moment she did, three minutes before the bell rang and she handed in the photo for her everyday heroes contest submission, what would have happened?

simple answer: she wouldn't have had a future-vision-induced migraine and confidence crisis that made her too nervous to hand her assignment in.

extended answer, or butterfly effect answer: in the original timeline, the one where max doesn't get powers at that exact moment, she submitted her photo and won the contest.

because no matter what she would've handed in, jefferson would've chosen her. because he had already decided she would be the winner. this is because he wasn't choosing her to go on a field trip with him. he was choosing her as his next victim. *

[interlude i: *victoria was his second choice, who he settled for when max had jumped out of reach after he'd already made the preparations to get a girl in the dark room. physically, vic matches his type-- blonde, green/blue-eyed, but personality-wise, not at all. jefferson likes 'innocent' girls. after kate, that's max, who jefferson always made special time for. because he was grooming her.]

max was never going to san francisco. the contest was always an excuse to get her alone with jefferson, and to create a window of time where it would be expected that she be absent from blackwell and arcadia bay for several days. because he was going to use that window to take her to the dark room, drug her, abuse her, kill her, destroy the evidence, and create an excuse for her disappearance (probably by sending fake texts from her phone to friends and family, like he does with nathan, implying she's in sanfran or planning to run away).

therefore, max spent the week preparing to fly to san francisco with jefferson for an art exhibition, but on the day they were meant to leave, which would probably have been thursday night or friday morning, jefferson drugged her. my guess is, in the context of having her come to his office before they 'drive to the airport together' (i'd guess to talk about her future and/or to be consoled after kate's suicide and/or chloe's death**) or max getting a vortex club party invite and being dosed there.

[interlude ii: **if max was busy with her contest win, she wouldn't have had time to be there for kate, and without her rewind power, max would have had no way to save her. if max was never in the bathroom to disrupt the chloe-nathan confrontation, he would've shot her, but without max as witness, he'd have gotten away with it.]

then jefferson took max to the storm bunker*** and abused her, which was the final straw that made arcadia bay go for a hard reset via hurricane flattening everything.

[interlude iii: ***the prescotts knew that abusing their power over the town and the land it's on would cause the storm. they did it anyway, and built the bunker so they and their friends could survive. sean prescott funded and provided a location for the dark room operation 1) bc he's gross, 2) in order to speed up the storm's arrival so he could build pan estates over the wreckage. the poverty and exploitation of the bay's residents, the toxic environment of blackwell, the vortex club cover-ups, kate's suicide, rachel's murder, chloe's death, nathan's internal turmoil-- all of it fuels the storm. max was the straw that broke the camel's back.]

max woke up. she escaped the bunker, but was drugged, lost, confused and traumatized, so she wandered through the woods as the storm was breaking, not knowing where she was or how she got there, until she got to the lighthouse and saw the storm for herself. then she was crushed by debris.

that was how max was going to die, but in the moment before it happened, arcadia bay decided to give it one last go (probably because max dying as a result of the storm was an unacceptable consequence). so it gave max the rewind power and returned her to that moment in the classroom before she and the town reach the point of no return.

so. why does max specifically get the rewind power? why at that exact moment?

it was one last opportunity for the final victim of the prescott family's abuse to save herself from that pain, and to save the town from destruction, by yanking her out of the way before the proverbial train hit her, and shoving her in the path of the people who could've helped her save the town.

because what does max do after she loses her nerve? she gets out of jefferson's reach and goes straight to the bathroom, where she meets nathan (whose confession would've brought down the dark room operation and the prescott family, who knows the family is fueling the storm for their own benefit, and is ready to crack from guilt) and chloe (whose effect on max would've given her the motivation she needed to see it through, and who's driven to find and avenge rachel).

.........................anyway. then dontnod ran out of time and money, and released a half-baked episode five that dropped all the prescott involvement, nathan's redemption, and any and all revelations about the source and purpose of max's power, and instead clumsily pinned the blame on her for the storm. which in retrospect makes the cold open make no sense.

so. it's a thought.

#lis

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“i got a crush on you!” — nishimura riki

genre. fluff // warnings. none // wc. 0.5k

song rec. crush by seventeen 😎

a/n. ahh hii everyone! it’s been a while since i’ve posted smth for you guys bc i’ve been so busy recently :( but nvm that- today isn’t about me,,, it’s about the birthday boi !! 🥳 happy riki day! this drabble is for a collab with @linoragi ! rey wrote a lil drabble for hoon’s bday, which you can find here it’s literally so cute and deserves sm love SO GO READ IT 100/10 RECOMMEND ITS SO CUTE PLS anyways, i hope you enjoy! <3

you met riki in kindergarten. the teacher was going on about the letters of the alphabet and how to read certain words, but all your tiny, five-year-old mind was occupied with was the boy seated behind you on the carpet. nishimura riki.

it was during that time of your life, in the middle of the school year, that you bursted out loud your crush on riki after first whispering it to your friend beside you. you were aware that riki was sitting directly behind you, but you couldn’t find your immature mind to care. you shouted out loud for the teacher and the whole class to hear your proclaimed love for the boy who you barely knew at the time.

little did you know, riki felt the same way.

at that age, a mere crush, if you could even call it that, could only be taken so far. growing up, riki was still by your side and you two got closer and closer as the years continued on.

but neither of you ever forgot the scene when you so shamelessly exclaimed, “i have a crush on riki!” during your time in kindergarten.

perhaps what ingrained it into your minds even deeper was that within the same week, you squished his cheeks with the palms of your tiny hands before deliberately smothering his right one with a wet kiss. you quickly turned around, immediately distracted by the activity you were occupied with before, happily jumping around again. because of this, you failed to notice riki take the back of his hand and without hesitation, hurriedly wipe the area your lips had come in contact with, more disgusted than pleased, really.

before you knew it, you two made it all the way to highschool, still friends, and closer than ever. it was riki’s sixteenth birthday.

standing in the empty classroom alone with your best friend, he took a step closer.

you professed your love for him over a decade ago, and now it was his turn to confess to you.

he just hoped you still felt the same, because as the years progressed, his love for you only grew.

you replied, telling him you felt the same after he nervously declared his feelings for you, and his heart went on to do crazy flips within his chest. then his tummy began bursting with butterflies, as did yours. all of a sudden, the walls riki held up in order to appear tough around you came crashing down, and he almost melted in his spot from the overwhelming joy of you reciprocating his once secreted feelings.

in that moment, he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss, being a first for both of you. first crush, first kiss, first relationship, first love.

and from that day forward, time would only continue, but your relationship would bloom, blossom and flourish, growing stronger than ever before.

↳ read rey’s sunghoon drabble here!

a/n. happy birthday to our talented, strong, funny and lovely maknae, riki! <3 i’m so proud of him and love him for everything from his hard work, bravery and talent, to his amazing, wonderful and lovable personality. riki, thank you for everything and giving me so much joy. you’re doing so well, and you’ll only continue to grow. you’re such an inspiration to me and so many others! i hope you have the bestest birthday yet, because you deserve nothing but the best <333 happy birthday!

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hiii can i request tsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo where they’re in a secret relationship and the reader feels like they’re hiding her bc they’re ashamed of her ? like a hurt too comfort type of thing? thank u bb 🥺🥺

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secret relationships w/ atsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo

a/n: i have so many angst requests,, yall must like getting hurt 💀 also this wasn’t as angsty as i thought it was gonna be since im going through writers block yet again and i can not handle pain rn (also not proofread, so read with caution lmao)

— m. atsumu

it honestly surprised you at first, the way someone like miya atsumu returning your feelings the moment you told him you liked him near the start of the school year

there wasn’t that instant gratification though, knowing that one of inarizaki’s golden boys still felt out of your reach

despite being in a relationship with you, it wasn’t like anyone knew of it besides osamu and your closest friend

of course you didn’t really mind as you’ve always thought couples who were obnoxious with their relationships 24/7 and constantly making out in the hallways wasn’t your cup of tea either, so you get why atsumu wanted to keep it a secret

besides, with a guy so popular like him, you really just thought he was sparing you from the harassment (not that it would be bad if all the girls crushing on him new)

you get that he was just trying to protect you, and yet the more you thought of it, the more than it was simply just an assumption and you really didn’t know why your relationship was kept secret

it wasn’t like either of you would get backlash in any way, so what was the problem?

you weren’t exactly the type to be the most insecure either

sure, you were aware of the flaws you had, but it wasn’t something you were ashamed of as you learned to get used to it

yet it’s hard to fully love yourself when your boyfriend isn’t even comfortable with the fact that no one knows you two are even together

you hated jumping to conclusions, but you couldn’t help but to think the worst case scenario—was he ashamed of being with you?

you honestly thought the idea was impossible

if he was seriously ashamed of the thought of being with you in public, why would he even waste all those months dating? were all those dates and nights sneaking out to see each other for nothing?

it was like this for weeks with the way your own thoughts sabotaged you as you stood next to him during lunch

in moments like this in school, surrounded by your classmates and acquaintances, you and atsumu were only friends who sat next to each other occasionally and shared conversations that only friends would have

only friends

god, you hated the way that atsumu wouldn’t even look at you the way that he would when you two are alone

was he that embarrassed to be with you?

you didn’t want six months of all your hard work and effort of making time to be with him for nothing,, you had to do something about it

everyday, you, atsumu, and osamu would walk to school together with osamu typically walking ahead of you and your boyfriend

most couples would hold hands as they walked together, but atsumu had made it explicitly clear as the closer they get to school the farther they had to be from each other to avoid suspicions

thinking of it now, it sounded wrong to begin with and you had no idea why you even agreed to do such a thing

the school was close, maybe a block away and instead of slowing down your pace to create a gap between you and atsumu, you stubbornly stayed next to him to which he flickered you a weird look

he shrugged it off but the moment you two passed the gates and into campus, you slipped your hand into his

without missing a single beat atsumu immediately pulled his hand away from you with a look on his face that held all the questions running through his head at that very moment

“what are you doing?” he asks, almost in a harsh whisper

a frown melted upon your expression at how quickly he pulled away, almost as if he was disgusted by you. “i um, didn’t know you hated the thought of people seeing us together so badly.”

you didn’t know where all your strength went as it disappeared the moment you needed it the most

yet as you were about to walk away, atsumu tugs at your wrist lightly and pulls you into his embrace—his warmth and comforting scent of chamomile from saved you from the embarrassment that was tainting your cheeks red

“no, no it’s not that,” he mutters, lips tickling your forehead. “i just wanted to keep you to myself a bit longer.”

— k. kenma

you honestly weren’t surprised at the fact that kenma wanted this relationship to be kept secret

he never seemed like the type to be in a relationship let alone get the attention of being in one in the first place, yet it irked you to the core

it was fine at first; acting like you two were just friends while at school or at volleyball practice and it wasn’t at all weird or out of the ordinary

maybe that’s why you were okay with it in the first few months of your relationship with kenma as you were always near him the majority of the time

yet you constantly had to fight the urge to not be so touchy with him from wanting to hold his hand to leaning your head onto his shoulder—you often had to stop yourself especially in front of your friends and his teammates

you were good at keep secrets, but it was absolute hell not being able to even tell kuroo considering you always hung out with him too (it was a given obviously but you digress)

kuroo is a bit curious in his closest friend’s antics so his constant teases of how you and kenma would be such a cute couple annoyed you to your core

he laughs as if you and kenma being together would be absolutely impossible and wouldn’t happen in a million years, and yet here you two were, pretending to laugh at his jokes and agreeing and it would be, in fact, impossible

as mentioned before, you’re more annoyed at keeping your relationship secret rather than angry

your actions were more abrupt and cold rather than your usual warm self and kenma definitely noticed

despite his usual calm and collected expression that he has on a daily basis, it covered up his own emotions of blatant insecurity and worry that you were losing your feelings and losing them quick

the last thing kenma wanted was for everything that happened between the two of you to be wasted over his own fear of being judged for being with you

you were his first in everything and he certainly wasn’t going to let you become his first heartbreak either

he worried about this for a few days, overthinking while he played video games with kuroo, lev, and yaku that they noticed how quiet he was being over the call

it was then did he impulsively asked kuroo to go on a separate voice channel with him just so he could blurt out, “i’m dating (y/n).”

and to his surprise, all his best friend said was: “yeah, i know. (y/n) told me.”

“what? why?” kenma asked with confusion evident on his visage

“she had no one else to go to vent.” kuroo answers, his amused laugh echoing through kenma’s headphones. “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.”

“thanks, but... i think (y/n)’s angry at me and i don’t know what to do.”

“she told me that she was getting tired of keeping your relationship a secret. she asked me if you felt embarrassed or even ashamed of being with her.” he explained.

confusion and a bit of worry washed over kenma as his words suddenly faltered, “i could never be ashamed of being with her,”

“then i guess, you should tell her that.”

“what should i do?”

his best friend lets on a smirk (not that kenma could even see it, anyway), “i’m so glad you asked.”

you weren’t exactly sure what you expecting to be honest

you knew there was something going on between kenma and kuroo as if they were planning something intricate, but you weren’t bothered to even ask

perhaps you were still in that petty mindset of giving kenma the cold shoulder after having to keep your relationship on hold all the time that stopped your curiosity

sure, it was a bit childish, but you were planning on talking about it with kenma the moment he came back into the classroom after going off somewhere with kuroo

which by the way, where the hell were they? lunch was ending soon and you needed to talk to you boyfriend asap

the timing was almost perfect the way the thought of him entered your mind was at the same time as his familiar blonde hair walked back into the classroom with a melon bun and a canned drink in his hand from the vending machine—your favorites

“i noticed you didn’t eat lunch, so i bought you this.” he says, placing them down onto your desk.

“is this supposed to be your way of apologizing to me or something?” you mused at him.

there was a faint smile on kenma’s face when you did. this was your usual self, one that constantly smiled at him rather than deadpanned and cold. “no,” he simple put it. taking in a breath of confidence before pressing his lips on the corner of yours. “but i was hoping that would.”

with wide eyes, your eyes scanned the room to see if anyone noticed, afraid at the fact that you broke the first rule. despite being a blushing mess from a minuscule peck on your cheek, there was an inkling of confusion still evident within you, “why did you do that?”

“kuroo told me everything.”

“i knew that guy couldn’t keep a secret,” you mutter as you tried to ignore that infamous feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. “i don’t think people saw, so they won’t think we’re together—”

“what if i wanted people to know we’re together?” ded asf

— o. tooru

you honestly should’ve known oikawa was going to keep this relationship between the two of you a secret since the moment he confessed his feelings to you

what else could you have expected from aoba johsai’s most popular boy wonder with an actual fanclub full of naive girls

perhaps you’ve become naive yourself considering you dealt with months of having your relationship constantly being swept under the rug, psyching yourself out that he was doing this for your sake

and you understood that

it was the reason why you even agreed to keep your relationship on the downlow considering how annoyingly notorious oikawa’s fangirls were, they wouldn’t have let you see the light of day if they were to find out

if you were in fact being honest, there was a period in time near the beginning of the relationship how cautious you were being—barely talking to oikawa unless it had to do with school, avoiding his gazes during class, and even swallowing your pride by just watching his fangirls flirt with him and there was nothing you could do about it

you honestly had to give yourself a pat on the bat for dealing with six months of this treatment

you figured it wouldn’t be that bad, especially after schools where you and oikawa could finally have alone time to yourselves, but even those times alone with him there was a lingering feeling of tension and unease

the thought of someone from school even finding out of you two being together even affected your relationship outside of school hours

you were tired of waiting outside the school gates for hours just for him to come out of volleyball practice and apologize that he couldn’t walk you home yet again

you figured that oikawa had grown far to used to seeing you waiting for him all the time that it was practically common sense that he was going to reject you again and again

you had to stop waiting for him at some point, but there was an inkling inside that for once, just for once, he would look at you with a smile so sweet that he would finally go with you

but not once has it happened

was he really that afraid of people finding out of his relationship with you that he’s willing to disregard all your hard work to even make this thing (whatever is was) to even happen?

if you were truly being honest with yourself, the only reason why this relationship is still up and active for this long is all because of you

you’re the one always asking him when he’s available during the weekends so you two could finally see each other, you’re the one always texting him first, you’re the one always being the most understanding of the situation

and yet it’s almost like oikawa isn’t even batting an eye at how difficult it has been for you

you absolutely hated jumping to conclusions and thinking of the worst case scenario and yet here you were, suddenly drowning at the possibility that the only reason why oikawa wanted a secret relationship was because he was ashamed to be with you

it was a thought that kept you up at night, tainting your optimistic thoughts of hope that this relationship would actually work out to decimate into thin air

the more is simmered in your head, the worse it became—what if his feelings that he confessed to you was a lie?

you hated overthinking

but if you really thought about it, even before you and oikawa dated, neither of you two were close. just two acquaintances in the same class that occasionally shared answers with each other just by the convenience of sitting nearby

you even went as far as believing that him dating you was just a joke, that this whole goddamn relationship was just some mindless prank just because he was bored

six months of wasted time. you were over it

the next day at school, you didn’t even look at him, you didn’t smile or even acknowledge the way he said good morning to you (as a friend does)

you figured he’s probably too dense to even notice, but he did. the usual glow you had each morning when you said good morning back to him was gone

he already missed the way your gazes would meet and how he would constantly find himself lost in your irises, but now you couldn’t even look at him in the eye

the only person who’s aware that you and oikawa were dating was iwaizumi. it was a given as who else would oikawa ramble on and on and on about how pretty you looked or how smart you are if it wasn’t his best friend?

if anything, iwa was the only guy oikawa could complain about how you were ignoring him

“maybe she’s bored of you for once,” iwaizumi cuts straight to the point. there was really no point in beating around the bush

offense was written all over oikawa’s face, utterly surprised, “how could she?”

“you can’t keep your relationship with her a secret forever, you know.” his best friend goes on to explain, “with the way things are going with you two acting like you’re nothing but acquaintances, (y/n)’s bound to lose her feelings.”

“but i don’t want her to lose feelings for me! and it’s not like i can suddenly tell all my fangirls that i’m dating someone, they’ll freak!” whines oikawa.

“why do you care about your fangirls’ feelings more than your own girlfriend? seems to me, it doesn’t even look like you care about (y/n) at all the way she’s constantly waiting for you after practice only to be rejected.”

it’s obvious iwaizumi wasn’t here to sugarcoat

“i just don’t want them to harass (y/n)...” oikawa reasons, trying to ignore the way his heart drop at iwa’s words like a gripping poison

“then that’s your job to tell those girls to back off.” he suggests, “they literally treat you like a god, surely they’ll listen if you tell them to leave her alone.”

the following day, you came across oikawa waiting outside your door, dressed in his uniform with his gaze lingering about to occupying his attention

“what are you doing here?” you ask him as you close your front door behind you. he’s probably here to break up with you, you thought to yourself

you had to force yourself to ignore the way your heart dropped at your own self-destructive thoughts

taking a deep breath as you approached him, you readied yourself for harsh news to come your way

but it never did

instead, you were greeted by oikawa’s infamous smile that made everyone at school to fall in love with this guy (including you)

he takes your hand into his, intertwining his calloused fingers that dwarfed yours in size. you don’t remember the last time you held oikawa’s hand, but it felt so familiar and warm

it was like home

you couldn’t help but feeling the ends of your lips tugging into a smile as you looked up at him, “what if someone at school sees us?”

you were expecting some kind of excuse, but all he did was shrug. “who cares?”

— k. tetsurou

when you and kuroo started going out, you certainly wasn’t expecting it to be like this

if anything, ‘going out’ would be a stretch if you count late night dates and sneaking out at midnight just to see each other as dating

it certainly wasn’t your usual definition of dating either as you yearned greatly to be able to do normal couple things with your boyfriend—like actually going out on dates during the day, eating lunch together, hell, even just holding hands!

it almost seemed laughable how normal things done in relationships were something you never even experienced with kuroo even after a few months of being together all due to him wanting to keep the relationship a secret

and if you were truly being honest with yourself, you never really understood why he wanted to keep it on the downlow in the first place

you never really questioned it as you just that much of an understanding person, but at a certain point it just wasn’t adding up

it wasn’t like he had girls going after him 24/7 despite being at the top of his class, popular, and nekoma’s volleyball captain

it wasn’t like oikawa who had an actual problem with hoards of girls surrounding him and tracking his ever move, so what was the big deal of letting your relationship public?

it was then did it hit you

the suddenly downpour of insecurity within your own loving boyfriend that you trust so much was getting the best of you

“what if he’s embarrassed to even be with me?” you contemplated in a harsh whisper to your best friend

it was in the middle of lunch and you two were sitting alone on a bench in the school’s courtyard chatting while eating—well, more like overthinking in your case while you friend just sat there and nodded

“if he actually felt that way, then he would’ve broken up with you already.” your friend stated in between bites, “besides, if i didn’t have feelings for someone, i wouldn’t put in the effort to sneak out just to see them.”

you hummed, not sure what to say as she did have a point

but could you really blame yourself for wanting an actual relationship rather than one that’s forced to go unnoticed?

“i should talk to kuroo about it...” you sigh out.

“talk to me about what?” an oh-so-familiar voice calls out to you and your friend

kuroo’s figure approaches the two of you as he give you a curt smile with hidden meanings that you weren’t able to even notice. you were too caught up in your own meddling thoughts that you also didn’t notice the way kuroo frowned slightly at the way you avoided eye contact with him

“nothing,” was all you said before standing up and throwing your trash away. “lunch is almost over so we should all get to class.” was all you said before briskly walking away

kuroo’s brows furrow in confusion as he looks over to your friend, “what’s up with (y/n)?”

“she thinks you’re too embarrassed to be with her, that’s why you hide your relationship.” she cuts straight to the point (homegirl just wants to eat her lunch in peace ffs)

“what?” your boyfriend huffs out in shock, almost offended at the fact that you out of all people would believe such a thing. “why does she think that?”

your friends shrugs, “not sure. that’s something you should be asking her, but if it were me, i would want a normal relationship as well.”

kuroo doesn’t say another word before walking away. and yet his walk quickened so he could catch up to you before you could get to class, footsteps echoing through the hallway in patters as he sees your familiar figure near your classroom

“(y/n)!” he calls out to you as you slide the classroom’s door open. it was sure to catch the attention of the rest of the students already in the classroom as you turn towards him, brows furrowed in the same confusion

as he neared you, there was almost no sign in him stopping, sending your heart beating in a frenzy as you parted your lips to tell him to slow down

but before a single syllable could even fall from your lips, your boyfriend’s own pair press against yours harshly. it was sweet like caramel and you swore everything moved in a slow motion when you suddenly realized where you two were

he stole your breath away when he pulled apart from you, eyes immediately scanning the room of his own classmates staring at him in awe

“since when were you two dating?” matsukawa asked rather loudly, it seemed that others were interested in knowing as well.

panic suddenly coursed through you as you gave kuroo a look, gravely ignoring the way yoru heart was thumping against your chest and the dozens of unanswered questions running through your head

“w-we’re not actually dati—”

“we’ve been together for a few months actually.” kuroo cuts you off, sending you a wink before entering the classroom

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ry0chann · 3 years

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i wasn’t that thirsty for oda until i read ur writing for him and WHEWWW. *fans self* u are too good at this. could u possibly write a piece where oda takes y/n’s virginity and y/n has a praise kink?? 👉👈

haha thank you!! 🥰 and yes i can

a lesson in something new

pairing // Odasaku Sakunosuke x fem!reader

genre // smut

wc. // 4056

warnings // ⚠️ nsfw!! , college au, teacher/student relationship, slight public sex (ig?), fingering (f), vaginal penetration, virgin!reader, loss of virginity

notes // goodbye there's so much plot, why am i like this? i could've just made it pwp but nooo, i just had to give context smh.. it’s still good imo tho. also, the praise kink part is very very subtle- i just didn't want it to be too dialogue heavy

(tagging @nameless-shrimp bc she very kindly read this before it was even close to being complete. i appreciate the feedback, ty shrimp <3)

Sitting in his class was always difficult. His stare was so gentle but it intimidated you; it made you nervous. Every time his eyes landed on you it gave you butterflies. The fact that you could never tell what he was thinking is what had you on edge. Of course, he was oblivious to that at first, but he soon started to catch on. He’d begun to notice how you squirm in your seat whenever he looked at you, and he’d see how flushed your cheeks got whenever he called your name. He assumed you were just shy— and while that may have been part of the reason, that wasn’t all of it.

You would sit through his long lectures, trying your best to pay attention but finding yourself unsuccessful. You’d get distracted so easily; eyes glazing over his toned body and heart quickening at the thoughts that flooded your mind. He was all you ever thought about, and that shouldn’t have been the case. It was wrong of you to think of your professor in a way that was unprofessional, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him touch you, or kiss you. To have him do all the things you do to yourself at night.

The only thing that made this situation wrong was the fact that he was your teacher, unfortunately. He was only a handful of years older than you, and you knew he was experienced- with looks like that there was no way he wasn't. Luckily for you he wasn't tied down to a relationship either, or at least you assumed he wasn't; he wore no ring and never mentioned anything about having a partner. Maybe he just preferred to keep his private life to himself- rightfully so- but that didn't matter to you. It was ridiculous how desperate he made you feel. How badly you wished for him to be the one to take your innocence; a slightly older and experienced man who you knew would treat you right.

Of course, it was sinful of you to attempt to get that kind of attention from him, but it couldn't hurt to try right? Sure, he'd probably deny you, but you wanted him to at least know how you felt. It was parlous, you knew this, yet here you were; sitting before him in the front row of the large and empty classroom, as he sits at his desk and catches you up on the book you've been reading.

He taught literature, which happened to be your easiest subject. But for the sake of getting some alone time with him, you'd pretend to be behind on the reading. This behavior would be seen as unacceptable coming from you. You've always done well in class; keeping up with assignments and never missing a due date. So why were you suddenly slacking? It was suspicious, to say the least, and just as you feared, he'd question you for it.

"Hopefully that was enough to catch you up. Be sure to do tonight's assignment."

Odasaku let out a sigh as you rose to your feet. You fix your skirt and get ready to leave- though, you're stalling and taking your sweet time doing so. Slowly, you walk passed his desk towards the door, but his words stop you.

"One question, if you don't mind. What was the reason you got behind? You're normally so studious."

You contemplated coming up with a lie, but you assumed his question was rhetorical, so you just came out with it.

You laugh a little, cheeks turning a bit pink, "I um, I'm actually not behind on the reading..."

He chuckles softly, looking down at his desk before his eyes come back up to meet yours. "I figured. And what was the reason you felt the need to waste your own time by listening to me talk for an extra thirty minutes?"

He spoke monotonically yet he sounded stern. The urge to give him the truth was very strong, but was it really smart to tell him what you really came for? Were you even bold enough to do such a thing?

"I simply stayed to talk to you. I just felt I needed a reason."

Perhaps you were.

He tilted his head in question, "Did you now? Hm." He thought a moment, then spoke again. "You don't need a reason y/n. I'll always be here."

Odasaku gave you a small smile; a smile that you rarely ever seemed to see, but one that quickened the beating of your heart.

"I appreciate that, thank you." you say quietly.

You knew his offer was on the table for every one of his students, but you selfishly had the thought that it was exclusive for you. You stood there fiddling with your fingers, trying to find any excuse to stay a few minutes longer. Oda gave you a look- a concerned one- and asked if everything was alright. You simply nod your head and begin to walk out but he tells you to wait. As if your legs had a mind of their own, you turn around to face him; he was still sat at his desk and he gestured for you to come over.

"You look unsatisfied. Are you sure you're okay?" his tone was flat but you knew it was genuine.

He looked at you with kind eyes, despite his stoic expression. It was a look that implied you could tell him anything, and you wanted to. You wanted to tell him why you were here, but you also didn't want to make a fool of yourself. The dilemma bounced around in your head and it sparked your anxiety. To avoid his worry, you move to stand in front of his desk. His eyes run over your body- it was most likely an innocent stare, though, you hoped it wasn't.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you say quietly, trailing your fingers across the edge of his desk delicately. "But... I guess you could say I'm unsatisfied."

You really were bold, huh?

He sighs, "Is there something you're not understanding that you're not telling me?"

Oda was oblivious, though you guessed it wasn't entirely obvious what you could've meant. There seemed to be small rush of confidence running through you now, and you weren't sure why. That probably wouldn't bode well for you, however, you could tell you piqued his interest. Nervously, you toy with the hem of your skirt, immediately feeling that confidence fade.

"There's just been something on my mind and... It's related to you."

He raises his eyebrows- still unsure of what you were implying- and his cheeks wear a very light blush. He clears his throat and straightens his back, "Does it have something to do with my teaching? I try to make the material digestible."

"No, you're teaching is fine Sir." you laugh. "Um, but I do wish you would teach me something..." Your words were so vague, and you knew he probably wouldn't catch on unless you spelled it out for him.

With your heart beating out of your chest now, face hot and red, and butterflies flooding your stomach, you lean down to be directly at his eye level. Your palms rest atop his desk and your eyes are glued to his. The words you wanted to say struggled to come out- of course they did; you weren't really gonna confess your love to your professor, were you? It was too late to back out now and you were already here, might as well get it over with.

"I just, um... I'm quite fond of you professor. I know I'm wasting my time telling you this, but I can't keep it from you anymore. And... I've always had this favor I wanted to ask of you, however, it'd be wrong of me to ask."

Your face was as bright as a tomato and you felt like you'd drop dead from the anxiety any minute now. You shake your head and whisper an apology before quickly making your way back towards the door. The regret had set in much sooner than you thought it would. Odasaku rose to his feet and called your name, the sound of him doing so making your heart drop to your stomach. As to not be rude, you turn back around but you hang your head low- like a puppy who had gotten in trouble. He walked over to you and placed a finger under your chin, lifting your head so you'd look at him.

"I can't say I'm too surprised... I see the way you look at me y/n."

His eyes scanned over your face, lingering on your lips before meeting your gaze.

"I'm flattered, to say the least" he says, "However..." He steps a little closer and his voice drops to a whisper, "You know it'd be unprofessional of me to speak on the matter."

His hand falls back down to his side, and you nod knowingly. Of course he wasn't gonna say anything about what you had said, you knew better than to expect him to. Yet, you still hoped he would. You let out a tired sigh followed by another apology, diverting your attention. Odasaku's eyes never leave you- it was like he was observing you; trying to read your expression.

"You said there was a favor you wanted to ask? Do you mind telling me what that favor is?"

Something was telling you he already knew- or at least had an idea of- what the favor was. The red of your cheeks couldn't have been more prominent and you were sure he could hear the beating of your heart.

"It's um... not very professional, Sir." Your voice trails off out of embarrassment.

His eyes widen but it's a subtle reaction. He crosses his arms, a sly smirk coming across his face.

"Is it? That's not very like you y/n. I'm a little disappointed; I wouldn't have thought you would think of me in such a way."

You turn your head from him and speak with an inaudible tone, "I'm sorry Sir."

You felt ashamed, and humiliated. All of this for him to scold you, and for you to leave feeling like your heart had been stomped on. What did you expect? Odasaku leans forward a tad, dropping his voice to a whisper- you could nearly feel his breath on your neck as you keep your head turned.

"I remember asking you what the favor was. I'd still like to know." he says.

The flush of your cheeks deepen. Your breathes hitch and you gulp, trying to find the courage to tell him what you want.

"I-I um... I'd like a kiss..." you whisper, embarrassed.

He chuckles, "That's all? Hm."

No that wasn't all, but how could you bring yourself to tell him what you really wanted? Slowly you turn your head to look at him- his face is closer than you thought it'd be and he wears a devious smirk. Your eyes dart between his eyes and his lips, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact or say anything.

"I could lose my job y'know, if someone found out about this. But..." he pauses, "I'd hate to see you leave here upset."

Your heart quickens and you swear you felt faint. He wasn't offering to give you what you asked for, was he? You fidget with your fingers, nervously mumbling "um's" as you try to form a sentence. Shockingly, his hand found your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb.

"Is this alright?" he asks politely.

You nod, still speechless.

Oda gives you a kind smile and closes the gap between you. As soon as it started it had ended; a peck to your lips so quick that you couldn't even process it, or savor it. He knew what he was doing- what a tease. You pout a little, feeling disappointed that that was all he gave you. His eyes linger on your lips before he speaks.

"Did that satisfy you, y/n?"

He knew it didn't but of course he'd ask anyway. You shake your head, chewing your lower lip in attempts to calm your nerves. A smile comes across his face at your response.

"I really shouldn't give you another..."

He pecks your lips again.

"Y/n... Tell me to stop." he whispers close to your mouth.

You know you should, but you couldn't bring yourself to. You didn't want him to stop, and the fact that he was telling you to do so indicated that he didn't want to stop either. At this point, he didn't even need to say that he shared your feelings; it was obvious to you now he did feel something for you.

"I- I don't want you to stop." Your voice is so quiet you thought he may not hear you.

Odasaku instinctively took hold of your waist, leaning in again and kissing you once more. Time seemed to stop and your head felt fuzzy. You did have questions about how he truly felt, but right now they didn't even seem worth asking, you just wanted this to continue.

The kiss had become heated faster than you expected. Before you could pull away to say something, he had your hips pressed against the edge of his desk while he kissed you more eagerly. Your hands run across his chest, messing with the buttons of his shirt. You feel him smile against your mouth before he slips his tongue in, a soft whimper escaping you in response.

Words couldn't describe how you felt right now. The best you could do was "elated, aroused," and "nervous." There were so many things jumping around in your head, yet it all seemed clouded by the feeling of his tongue in your mouth and his hands roaming your body.

Odasaku brought his hands under your arms, lifting you up and setting you on his desk. His lips kissed at your jaw, lower and lower, until arriving at the base of your neck. He started to suck at your skin, dragging his hands down your body and up your thighs. His hands were quite big, yet his touch was so gentle- it gave you goosebumps. Your breath hitched at every little touch, you finding yourself to be extremely sensitive.

It was almost embarrassing how wet you already were. You'd squirm beneath his touch, sighing when his hands inched up your legs. Oda had left a few marks on your neck, marks that you'd definitely have to cover with make up if you didn't want anyone to question you about them. His fingers lightly brushed against your clothed sex, causing you to close your legs a bit. He smirked, parting your thighs and pushing your skirt up.

"This is what you want, yes? You can tell me stop at any time, y/n." he says kindly.

You bite your lip with a nod, "I do want this... I'm just... nervous."

Your cheeks had become darker than they already were and you felt more anxious than you did previously. He gives your lips a tender peck, speaking close to them when he pulls away.

"Nervous because of me, or nervous because of something else?"

"Something else..." you exclaim quietly.

"Hm." He backs away almost knowingly. "We can stop if you're not ready."

With widen eyes, you straight your back. It wasn't ending already, was it? Damn him for being so considerate.

"N-no, I'm okay. I promise." your eyes fall to the floor, and your voice gets quiet again when you realize how accidentally loud you had gotten. "Please keep going."

He licks his lips with a grin, trailing his hands back up your thighs and leaning in to kiss you. You tilt your chin up, deepening the kiss, as a form of reassurance that you were alright with continuing. His tongue slips into your mouth again, a little more eager this time. You shiver when his fingers graze the waistband of your panties. Feeling eager yourself, you prop yourself up on your elbows and lift your hips. He removes your panties, letting them fall to the floor.

Oda's fingers press onto your exposed clit, feeling how swollen it had become. He smirks at how your body twitches, and starts to rub circles into your hardened nub. You whimper, closing your eyes as your head falls back. His slender digits slide through the slick of your folds, the pads of his fingers teasing your cunt which was already dripping for him. He admires you a moment, drinking in how pleased you already are.

Without warning, Oda slipped in a finger, a high-pitched moan coming from your mouth when he does so. Your head rises to look at him, your stare meeting his admirable one. His eyes seemed to glimmer with desire, fixating on your flushed face. He uses his thumb to play with your clit as he inserts another finger. They slide in so easily, the feeling of them inside you only making you wetter.

"You're much naughtier than I would've expected, y/n." he shakes his head. "Letting me do such a vulgar thing to you..."

His teasing tone turned you on, in spite of the slight humiliation you felt from being called out. You sit up straight- bringing your arms over his shoulders and catching him in a kiss- as his fingers continue moving in and out of you at a steady pace. He groans into your mouth, quickening his pace slightly.

It was difficult trying to keep still, his fingers felt so good. The amount of times you've zoned out in class because you were thinking about this specific scenario was ridiculous, and the fact that it was actually happening had you over the moon.

He'd curl his fingers in your warmth, moaning into the sloppy kiss you were caught up in. His lips fell from yours and moved to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin when he spoke.

"Do you think you can take more than this? I just don't want to overwhelm you."

You let out a pleasured sigh; his fingers were still twisting in and out of your cunt. Trying to respond to his question wasn't the easiest task.

"P-please Sir, I-I want you so bad..."

Your face was buried in the crook of his neck, tiny kisses being peppered onto his skin. Oda hums with acknowledgement, taking out his fingers and leaving you feeling empty. He wipes them clean on your thigh and separates from you, backing up to undo his slacks. You stare as his pants pool at his feet, your eyes fixating on the bulge beneath his boxers.

There was a slight anxiety running through you, though you hoped it was just an excitement that your brain had mistaken for nervousness. Oda pulls his briefs to the floor, gently grabbing you by the bend of your knees afterwards, and bringing you closer to the edge of the desk. He kisses you reassuringly, almost to help you relax from noticing how you appeared uneasy- for lack of better words.

"Are you ready?" he asks, now kissing along your jaw and lining himself up at your entrance.

You nod, bringing your hands under his arms and up his back, holding onto his shoulders as if to brace yourself. His length slide in easily, which surprised you because you didn't think it would. Despite that, it still hurt a little; you've never had anything more than your fingers, but the stretch felt so indescribably amazing you couldn't do anything but mewl.

He hisses at feeling you clench around him once he's filled you. "Mm you're so tight, fuck-"

Oda held onto your waist, dragging your body a bit closer to his and beginning to buck his hips. Your eyes rolls to the back of your head and you pull on his shirt, a breathy moan slipping your tongue. He moans against your skin, leaving messy kisses on your neck while he picks up his pace. Your legs had wrapped themselves around his body, attempting to close but obviously not succeeding. His deep moans rumbled through your ears, the sound further turning you on and making you wet.

He moved your skirt up a little higher- just so it wasn't in his way- and thrusts a bit harder. His hand was flat on your stomach, the other on your waist, while he ruts into you. Oda decides to lie you on the desk- figuring it'd be more comfortable for you- trailing his hands up your body and holding you right beneath your breasts. Your eyes were shut tight and your hands ran down his back to his chest.

"Good girl~ Y-you're doing such a good job- shit-"

Continuously, he'd praise you; reminding you how well you were taking him, and how good it felt to be inside you. His words of affirmation drove you crazy. You still couldn't believe what was happening. You were lying atop your professors' desk, he who was god knows how many inches deep inside you, and actively stripping you of every last bit of innocence you might've had left.

The noises you let out were bouncing off the walls of his large classroom, filling his ears and making him grunt every time his body snapped with yours. He was making you feel so good, making you feel things you didn't even know you were capable of feeling. The pleasure was like nothing you've ever experienced; your hand was only capable of so much, after all.

Every thought, every fantasy, you've ever had about him was practically unfolding in front of you. You were experiencing it all for real- something you didn't think would ever be possible. Your eyes were glassy and the bright red blush of your cheeks never went away. Oda took your hands in his, pinning them above your head and giving them a firm squeeze.

"Fuck you feel good- Mphm, say my name for me, y/n."

"Aah Oda-" Your voice got caught in your throat, a squeak escaping you mid-sentence from feeling him hit that sweet spot of yours.

He moans your name after hearing his own come from you, thrusting quicker and causing your moans to get louder. You arch your back, cursing through your moans and bucking your hips up, growing more and more antsy the longer this went on. It felt so good you couldn't sit still. You began to whine, your stomach coiling and your walls tightening around his shaft.

"O-oh I'm- fuck- I'm so close, p-please. Please Oda~"

His eyes scan your face, pupils fully dilated from how pretty you looked beneath him. He was getting close too, he was nearly seconds away. A mumbled "c'mon baby" was said before a swear replaced it, his movements becoming harder. Now overwhelmed with pleasure, you cum around his length, not being able to keep yourself from doing so. He bucks his hips a little more, letting you ride out your orgasm, before pulling out and spilling onto your stomach.

Both your breathes were labored, bodies feeling hot and sticky from the sweat that had formed on your skin. You felt so weak all of a sudden, yet you couldn't prevent the smile that spread across your face. Odasaku gives you a kiss, whispering in your ear something about how well you did- you didn't really hear him, honestly. He redresses, then walks to the other side of his desk, grabbing some tissues from a drawer to hand to you.

Oda helps you clean up, and you tiredly slip back into your panties afterwards. You get off the desk, fixing your clothes and standing on slightly wobbly legs. He holds onto your arms, just to keep you steady, and kisses your cheek.

"Don't hesitate reaching out to me if you need any more help, okay?"

You blush, biting your lip. "Yes Sir. I'll be sure to let you know if I need anything."

He gives you one last kiss then lets go you. You grab your bag from the floor and throw it over your shoulder, giving him a small smile as you exit, feeling giddy that you ended up getting exactly what you came here for.

#[📩] requests #[ one shots ]#bungo stray dogs #bsd #odasaku sakunosuke #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #odasaku x reader

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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professor tony stark omg if u write for him maybe always getting lost in class cuz he makes you so nervous and shy and after class he’s like what’s wrong sweet heart

today is sacreligious saturday >:)) request some dark fics!

i do!! i'm doing this as part of sacreligious sunday bc of the professor/student dynamic, but both parties are over 18 and consenting.

Your stomach filled with dread as you stepped up to the professor's desk, having been called to stay after class. You wished that the anxiety pooling in the pit of your stomach would make way for the butterflies that appeared when you looked at the man, but the sinking feeling in you seemed to be winning out.

Professor Stark sat expectantly behind his desk, eyes on the last student besides you to leave the classroom, then on the door as it swung shut, and only when he heard the soft 'click' did he turn his attention to you.

"Miss Y/L/N, yes?" His voice was almost as mesmerizing than his face, deep and silky smooth, sending those butterflies that had been crushed by your anxiety fluttering about again.

You nodded silently, cheeks heating up as he smiled warmly at you, "Sweetheart," The pet name sent your heart soaring, the dread draining from your stomach, "There's something I'm a little concerned about. You seem to be spacey during classes. Is there any reason? Are you okay?"

You were fairly certain the 'spacey' demeanor he mentioned had shown itself most prominently today when you'd broken not one but two vials, and set fire to the sink at your lab table. Neither had been your proudest moment, and both had started because you were distracted in staring at your professor.

"Um, yes professor," You finally spoke. cursing yourself for the way your voice shook, "I'm fine. Really!" You insisted, waving away his concerned expression, "I'm just- This is," You paused, trying to come up with a lie, "This is a new environment for me, and it makes me a bit nervous."

"Well, if you're uncomfortable with our setup, you should probably be spending more time here." One of Professor Stark's hands came up to rub his jaw, "Would you have any interest in being my student aide? I've been looking for one for a while now. All you'd have to do would be sanitize equipment and help me grade. But it would get you a lot more time in here, and hopefully you'd be less anxious."

His proposal was given with a thoughtfully encouraging smile, but you couldn't help but take it further than just a helpful suggestion. He wanted you to help him? Every day? He wanted you to be his student aide? You knew absolutely nothing about chemistry, which was why you should have probably turned down the offer and gotten your delusions in check.

But you didn't.

"I think that's a fantastic opportunity, Mr. Stark," You smiled brightly, cheeks burning, "Thank you for considering it."

He brightened at your words, "Anything I can do to help." You would listen to his strong voice for the rest of your life if you could, and hey, this would be a start, "Now, I'd need you early in the morning until pretty late in the afternoon, and we'll start three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Does that work for you?"

You nodded eagerly, legs like jelly as you imagined what it would be like to be stuck in the lab with Professor Stark for three whole days a week, plus your regular class sessions. He smiled brightly at you, the charming sight only adding to your flustered reaction.

"Alright then, I'll see you at seven tomorrow morning?"

"Seven tomorrow morning," You confirmed, gripping the strap of your book bag as you dazedly made your way out of the classroom, nearly tripping over a garbage can on your way out, "Goodbye Professor!"

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Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses

— In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was Shinsou’s favorite sweater.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader word count: 2,204 genre: fluff, aged up au (class 3a) warnings: 16+, suggestive content

a/n: this used to be a harry potter fic i wrote on my hp account but i rewrote it for shinsou bc it just seemed fitting fhgjdhsfg. shinsou is in class 1a in this fic or 3a since they’re aged up and at least 18 years old u.u i hope y’all enjoy!! xx

“No way.” You shook your head, kicking your legs out in front of you as you ignored Hagakure’s poking and prodding.

It was a relatively relaxed Friday night, and you and your friends decided to spend it in your dorm with a bottle of whisky and a game of Truth or Dare. The truths ranged from anything to, “Fuck, marry, kill: Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari” to, “Who was the last person you sent a nude to?” And the dares weren’t any better. Ashido practically vomiting in the corner served as a great reminder of that.

You were just grateful the dares you received were rather mundane.

That was, until now.

“Y/N, you have to do it!” said Hagakure.

“Can’t I just forfeit this round and take a shot?”

“Nope, that’s only allowed for truths,” she quipped.

You glanced over at Jirou, a pleading look on your face, but you were met with a nonchalant shrug.

“Rules are rules,” Jirou sang, taking a swig of whisky before passing you the handle.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Mina’s fierce glare caused your words to die in your throat.

“If I had to chug that hot sauce concoction you guys made and then eat the mystery sushi until I felt sick, you can go to Shinsou’s room and steal a hoodie or something-- Sounds like a cakewalk compared to my dare.”

As she leaned her back against the bed, hand over her stomach as beads of sweat trailing down her forehead, you figured Mina was right. You’ve been in his dorm plenty of times before, anyway-- You two were friends and, at times, you supposed you enjoyed his company. What was the worst that could happen?

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and slipped some fuzzy socks on, ignoring the cheers coming from your tipsy roommates. When you reached the door, your friends watching fervently as you wandered off to your ill-fated trek, you paused at the handle.

You looked back at them, heaving a sigh. “If his dorm turns out to be booby trapped and I get caught, just know I will haunt you from the grave after I die of embarrassment.”

“We expect nothing less,” was Tsuyu’s smart reply.

Soon enough, you found yourself climbing up the boys’ side of Heights Alliance, feeling like you were doing a reverse walk of shame. It was a quarter past three o’clock in the morning and the odds of any of them being awake were slim to none, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach.

You made your way to the front of Shinsou’s dorm room and cautiously placed your hand on the door handle. With a small grumble you fished the key card Hagakure stole from Hitoshi earlier (which made you wonder just how long your friends were planning this whole escapade out…) out of the pocket of your sweatpants.

For the most part, it looked just like your dormitory. Only neater. His desk was fairly organized and, aside from balls of yarn and different sizes of knitting needles, was clear enough to work on. Scarves and hoodies were piled onto the back of the chair and foot of the bed--which meant your dare should be easy enough to complete--and a dim light was left twinkling.

Everything seemed cozy and lived in. Normal.

Except for the fact that Shinsou Hitoshi was not in his bed.

“What on earth?” you murmured under your breath, finding it a bit strange the room was completely empty at this hour. But knowing him, you reckoned he was out training at any hour he could--something that worried you about him--or playing with a cat off campus grounds. It wasn’t unlikely.

Still, with your feet planted at the foot of his dormitory, you wanted to get out of there before you were caught. Because you knew there was no way in hell for your drunken ass to smooth talk your way out of this mess if he were to find you.

Your hand hovered over the article of clothing nearest to you, which was a sweater draped over the back of a chair, and you took a deep breath, saying, “It’s just a dare. You can do it.”

Before you lost all your nerve, you snatched the jumper with one hand and slipped out of the dorm. As you rushed down the stairs, you could’ve sworn you heard some shuffling coming from the empty room. But you didn’t care.

Part one of your dare was successfully completed.

Now for the hard part: Wearing it around the next day.

- - - - -

“How do I look?”

You posed in front of your roommate, trying not to laugh at how the borrowed jumper engulfed your frame. Walking down the center of your dorm, you gave a little twirl.

“Sexy,” Mina teased from her spot on her bed. “Shinsou’s sweater looks nice on you.”

Sticking your tongue out at her, you made a face. “I’m not sure what you mean. It’s pretty gross to me. I would never want to wear any of Shinsou’s clothes.”

“Then why did you put the hood over your head and bury your face in the collar?”

Slowly, you peered up at her with your view obstructed by the fabric. You sniffled haughtily, trying to ignore the soothing aroma of lavender and smoked wood that filled your sense.

Mina smirked, catching the small sigh of contentment that left your mouth as you basked in the scent of Shinsou’s hoodie. “Gross, huh?”

“Mention this to no one,” you mumbled with a nonthreatening glare, pulling the hood off your head and folding your fabric-covered hands over your chest.

Laughing, she tossed you your bookbag from across as she waited by the door, the rest of your friends back in their own rooms to get ready for class. “Come on, lovebug. You can see him during math in a few minutes.”

“I won’t be looking forward to it.”

You grumbled protests as the both of you made your way down the stairs of Heights Alliance and toward the main campus of U.A. High, but Ashido paid them no mind. Soon enough, you reached the room and spotted Jirou and Hagakure in their usual seats.

“Hey,” you quickly whispered, sliding into the seat next to Tooru before Ectoplasm sauntered over to the front of the class.

“Nice jumper,” she said simply, voice going an octave higher in amusement. “I knew you’d go through with it.”

Reminded of your rather bold choice of clothing (that was horribly out of dress code), you subconsciously tugged at the sleeves. You sent a quick plead to the gods above that you didn’t look as foolish as you thought you did.

While Ectoplasm introduced antiderivatives and indefinite integrals to the class, Hagakure nudged you on the side, sliding you a ripped piece of her parchment paper.

You looked at her curiously as Mina peered over your shoulder to catch sight of the writing.

DO NOT LOOK NOW!!! But I’m 100% certain Shinsou has been staring at you since the start of math class.

Of course, the first thing both you and Ashido did after reading the note was turn your heads at the same time towards the back of the class where Hitoshi and his friends were sitting. And, as your luck would have had it, you made directly eye contact with an amused-looking Shinsou.

Both you and Mina turned around to face the front so fast you were sure at least one of you received whiplash.

Wide-eyed and flushed, you exchanged glances with her, both of you trying to hold in your laughter.

“I told you not to look,” Hagakure whispered, a small giggle escaping from her lips, sending you three into fits of laughter you tried to muffle with your hands.

Behind you, someone cleared their throat, causing the three of you to straighten up in an instant.

“Something amusing you, ladies?”

“No, sir,” you quipped.

“Sorry, Ectoplasm-sensei,” remarked Tooru.

“We’ll shut up now,” promised Mina.

With a stern look on his face but a slight tilt of his smile, Ectoplasm nodded and returned to his lesson. “I trust you three will be experts of the integral calculus by the next lesson and I won’t have to catch you making doe eyes at a certain someone?”

Though he asked all three of you the question, his gaze was pointed at you and the class knew it. Your cheeks heated up as slouched into your chair. Perhaps if you tried hard enough, you could turn into the seat.

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled, ignoring the stifled laughter from Ashido and an apologetic, but amused, look from Hagakure.

And as he continued the lesson, you could’ve sworn you felt a certain pair of eyes on the back of your head until the end of it.

When class finally concluded and Ectoplasm dismissed the lot of you, you rushed out of the classroom as fast as you could.

But not fast enough.

“Nice sweater, Y/N,” you heard a deep voice call, stopping you in your footsteps. “Looks familiar.”

You swallowed, slowly turning around to face Shinsou--lazy smirk and all. There was nothing you wanted to do more than dash back to your dormitory and hide, but instead you straightened your spine and braved a look of nonchalance.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah,” he said with an amused look in his eyes. “I’d have to say it does.”

Peering up through your lashed, you looked at him with faux innocence. “I can’t say I know why.”

Slowly, he walked closer towards you as you moved back against the wall. He took the excess fabric of your sleeve into his hands, stroking them between his fingers.

“You know-- It even feels familiar.” He smiled thoughtfully. “Just like my sweater I happened to lose last night.”

By now, the halls had begun to clear up, the traitors you called friends having left you with a thumbs up right as Shinsou approached you.

You coughed as you repeated, “I wonder why.”

He was so close you could catch a whiff of his lavender and woodsy scent.

“If you wanted my clothes on you, Y/N, you could’ve just asked.”

You pointedly eyed the way he was toying with the hem of your--or rather, his--sweater, lifting it slightly. “Well, if you wanted my clothes off this badly, you could’ve just asked.”

Shinsou raised his eyebrows in surprise at your suggestion, hand frozen on the fabric. The intensity of his gaze melted your steely disposition, embarrassment creeping up to your neck.

“I’m only kidding,” you murmured, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.

“That’s a shame, then.”

You blinked. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

Biting the inside of your lip, you toyed with the bottom of your sweater.

“That’s my favorite jumper, you know?” mused Shinsou, looking fondly at the U.A. hoodie. “Aizawa got it for me when I entered the hero course.”

A horrified look crossed your face. You stole his favorite sweater that Eraserhead gifted him himself? Good going.

“Oh, shit,” you swore, reaching for the hem of the hoodie. “I’m sorry, Shinsou! I didn’t know.”

Chuckling, Shinsou placed his hand on top yours to stop you from removing it. “No-- You can keep it on.” You paused. “I’d say I quite like how it looks on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat when his hand that was still on your ran down the length of your fingers. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you interlaced them with his own, causing him to send a shocked but pleased look your way. You smiled.

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him. “If I were to kiss you right now, would you be upset?”

You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “Upset is the last thing I’d be.”

“Well, then I suppose--”

“What are the two of you doing?” you heard Aizawa exclaim as he rounded the corner, catching sight of the two of you against the hallway. He pulled Shinsou away from you by the collar, your cheeks flooding with embarrassment.

Shinsou, however, looked unperturbed.

“Sorry, Aizawa-sensei,” he said sincerely, “but what I was about to do just then-- I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

He chuckled at the shocked look on your face, giving you a wink as Aizawa released his shirt. Shinsou made his way back over to you across the hall.

“How cute you looked in my sweater was only the catalyst,” said Shinsou before placing both hands on either side of your hips, pulling you towards him in a brief but deep kiss.

“Shinsou! Y/L/N!”

“Sorry, sir.” This time, Shinsou didn’t sound so sincere as he ignored the appalled look on Aizawa’s face. “I just couldn’t wait until we got to the dorms to do that. Don’t worry though, Y/N-- I swear there will be far better kisses that’ll take place there as well.”

And though the two of you may have been sentenced to detention and cleaning duty for the next three weekends, you would have to say the kiss was definitely worth it.

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okaymybeloved · 3 years

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can you do a txt as your best friend to lover trope? i love ur blog

txt best friend to lovers (´∀｀)♡

best friend to lovers!txt x reader

aaaa first txt req!! super excited about that, also thank you so much anon!! i’m glad my blog can give you joy :))) i hope you enjoy this!!

a/n: also sorry i was gone for so long,, i went on vacation hehe

soobin

you two were the quiet kids in the back of the classroom

unexpectedly, you guys started becoming good friends when your moms met each other at the farmers market

maybe they did that “go hangout with the other kid while we go and gossip”

kinda forced to be together for hours which in return, turned you two into best friends

+ more under the cut!

he brought you to the tree you guys usually hung out at after school

soobin kinda looked nervous and suddenly just bursted out

“y/n, i usually don’t do this but i really like you and i really hope i didn’t ruin the friendship oh god oh god bye”

literally sprinted away

it took you a minute to process what just happened but you chased after him

catching him, you gave him the biggest hug

“why’d you run away before i told you that i liked you too”

yeonjun

okay, not to be stereotypical but yeonjun was literally the it boy

you’ve always wondered why he’s stuck with you for this long, ever since elementary school

what’s funny is that everyone knew that yeonjun had some sort of feelings for you, everyone except you

he turns down every person who asks him out and always reports back everyone who asked him out

tbh you wondered why he would tell you all of this but didn’t think much of it

until you accidentally heard him turning down one of the most popular girls in school

“sorry, __ i actually like someone right now”

honestly it made you kinda sad hearing that since you didn’t think it would be you

quickly turning around, yeonjun grabs you by the wrist

“y/n. i know you heard what i said. come on, i’m taking you out on a date today”

you were shocked but accepted excitedly

beomgyu

choi beomgyu. your best friend from middle school. or as everyone else knows him as, the class flirt.

there has not been one person that he hasn’t flirted with

since you were his best friend, you got the worse end of the stick

it didn’t bother you much at first but admittedly, it has been bothering you recently

why did butterflies appear every time he called you cute? he’s been calling you that since middle school, why is it happening now?

you really couldn’t handle it anymore so one day you just blurted it out while he was actively flirting with you

“choi beomgyu, i can’t tell if you’re actually flirting with me or not. i like you and i really can’t handle this”

he looked so shocked but it was replaced with a bright smile

“oh my god finally y/n. i’ve literally been trying to flirt with you since middle school but you didn’t get the hint”

you blushed hard

“WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT YOUVE LIKED ME SINCE MIDDLE SCHOOL”

“I WAS NERVOUS”

“i really do hate you, beomgyu. now take me out before i kiss your stupid smile away”

he winked, “i wouldn’t mind that”

taehyun

you guys have been best friends for about a year

would tell each other everything, including things that were super personal

none of you guys have ever kept a secret from each other… well, until now

taehyun was generally very gentle with everyone, treating everyone with the same respect even if they were younger

however, you started noticing that he’s been completely going out of his way to be super gentle and respectful to you

since you were his best friend, it was a weird change to the usual chaotic taehyun

nonetheless, you ignored the butterflies you would get when he would help you with things

he asked you to go bike riding with him and you agreed

the bike ride ended up taking you to a small park where you both sat on the swings

both of you were sitting in a comfortable silence until he spoke

“y/n, i really like you. i’ve been thinking about it a lot recently and you are the best person i know. i cherish our times together and i hope we can spend even more”

call you a crybaby but just that alone made you cry

not even giving him an answer, you attacked him with a giant hug and small pecks all around his face

“hehe, you’re my boyfriend now”

hueningkai

y’all know the typical “childhood best friend” type thing? yeah, you guys were the living embodiment of that

you guys would spend so much time together, people automatically assumed that you guys were dating

both you and kai would insist that it wouldn’t work out and that you guys would be better off as friends but everyone knew that wasn’t true

the way he would always become super soft with you, the way your eyes always found him in a crowded room, the way your guy’s eyes sparkled when the latter’s name is mentioned

yeah, no way people didn’t think you guys were dating

honestly, you really wanted a relationship with kai

he was handsome, sweet, funny, smart, the whole package

kai thought the same thing, you were beautiful, hardworking, determined, and knew what you wanted

you were both pining at this point and your friends couldn’t handle it anymore

one day, they just locked you two into a room and threatened to not let you out until you talked to him

it was super awkward at first, no one wanting to make the first move

kai had enough and just straight up said

“i like you a lot , y/n. can we just get this confession over with and just date now. my heart can’t take this anymore”

you laughed bc that was the most hilarious way to confess

“fine then. we’re dating now, love”

hearing the pet name made his heart skip a beat

seeing you both walking out hand in hand, your friends silently high fived each other

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dilftaroooo · 3 years

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—𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jolyne cujoh x reader

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: female reader, race/ethnicity is not mentioned.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.7k+

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you make out with jolyne in the bathroom stall after class.

this is the last fic im uploading as of now bc i gotta plan out my 150 follower event cause i’ve of been slacking 👀

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: sexually confused reader, delinquent jolyne, slight suggestive themes, sloppy makeout.

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝟏𝟔 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

Pressed softly against the steel partitions your body consumes the multiple kisses Jolyne gifted your neck with. Each individual contact of her lips to your skin made the hairs on your neck raise and your feeble fingers twitch.

A foreign feeling from such a common action - distant to the norm that you well acquainted yourself with but yet... so similar.

Plump lips smothered in the green lipstick the female delinquent chose to wear that day was smeared - its emerald hue painted the dip of your neck and abstract patterns littered its crevice. Her canvas was no where near finished, it wouldn’t be until the paint from her tray was gone - until the pigment of her lips dissipated.

Even then, she will just refill her palette, clean her canvas, and start anew.

A hand cups your cheek and you flinch at its frigidness but soon relax when the temperature becomes warmer. Your eyes were closed - relaxing, thinking, contemplating.

Was this what you wanted?

Is this all for passion or curiosity?

You were lost on who you were and just what your desires were. Maybe this isn’t for you. Maybe you don’t want this. Maybe you can just tell Jolyne to stop for a moment, to talk it through and tell her about the confusion that corrupted your mind. You’re positive she’d understand.

But her heat, her caresses, her coos. They were all intoxicating you to such an extent. Your head felt dizzy and your eyes wandered to the small interior of the bathroom stall. You felt like you were in the verge of fainting into the arms of the girl in front of you who smelled of a summer’s hibiscus. Did you really want this to end?

“Hey, Y/n, ever kissed a girl before?” You snapped your head to Jolyne, her chin rested in her hand as she blows the strawberry flavored gum for the umpteenth time.

“Huh...? What... n-no!” You whisper yell to avoid getting caught by the teacher who was in the middle of doing their job, sharing their knowledge on shit you didn’t care about but still had to show interest like you did.

A loud ‘pop’ echoes in the room and every student turns back with a glare. Their grip on their pencils tightens tenfold by the annoying sound.

Jolyne’s hand engulfs the side her face and the butterfly tattoo on her wrist became more visible, a smirk finds a way to her striking features.

“Hm? Never? Maybe we should change that...”

“Jolyne! Out my classroom right now!”

She deliberately packs her bag with the notebooks she never even used since the first semester and started to head out of the shitty calculus class. But before her departure you catch the words she mumbled to you - those words that sent a sharp shiver up your spine.

“Meet me in the bathroom down the hall.”

You didn’t miss the quick flash of her middle finger aiming at the elderly teacher, her eyes widen in shock as she got ready to call the school principal.

Broken out your daze by her low whisper, raspy with need and gaining the resolve that she was know to have, you look at her.

“Like it?” She questions.

You did. You loved it. Adored it. Needed it. You needed it so much that you kissed her back. Your lips squished from your closeness, you could taste the mixed flavor of faint tobacco and strawberry that riddled on her tongue. A taste that you didn’t know you were longing for. And you didn’t care.

You didn’t care when she trailed down your neck, you didn’t care when she fondled your breast through your shirt, or when she placed her thigh between your legs to put pressure on your pussy. In fact, you invited the gestures - arms open and spread for the lecherous advances Jolyne was ready to taint you with.

It was more than just ‘like’.

“No-”

Her mascara covered eyelashes tickled your neck. The humorous deed brought out a airy chuckle from your wet lips. Such intimacy made you want to reel her in closer than what she can perform. You never wanted to feel her body disconnect from yours. Cranking your neck to the side to give her more access, you smile.

You came here. You came here by choice. You walked out that classroom. You took those long strides over to the public bathroom that had the words “WOMENS” displayed boldly above the entrance. You entered the stall that revealed Jolyne’s platform boots from the exposed bottom. This is what you wanted and you could do nothing but accept it.

“I love it.”

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