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mayaree-darling · 9 months
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Kissing Bleeding Mouths// Blade
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Pairing: Blade x StellaronHunter!Reader Synopsis: He’d call you his associate, but you’re way past the formalities. That’s not the right word for the both of you, anyway, he doesn’t want that to be you and him. You really don’t know what you do to him, do you? Warnings: OOC Blade because I know almost nothing about him and his lore except that I want him to come home (he’s gonna come home I know it it’s a canon event); Can’t do full spicy because I don’t do that stuff so I did a “different” kinda spicy. Not exactly fluffy (I’d say borderline obsessive, if anything, this relationship is toxic y’all) Fic Length:  2.1k~ (Unedited (because I’m tired)) From Aree: Hey, everyone, it’s been a while! Happy to be back. Always wanted to write for gaming fandoms, too, so we’re starting with Honkai Star Rail (I have a Genshin SAGAU fic that’s been in the works for so long now and it’s still a work in progress). I got inspired by a POV playlist I came across on YouTube by greatdain, and this is just a POV under that song that I ended up extending lmao. Anyways, enjoy!
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A part of him wishes you knew what you did to him.
Soft smiles and softer laughter only he witnessed in peaceful moments spared during a mission. A joke here and there he thought annoying at first, but found himself thinking about the longer he’s in your absence (he plans on taking it to his grave that he found them all well crafted. Hell would have to freeze over before he let you know it helped him sleep to think of how you made each joke at the spur of the moment). Even gone, you’d still annoy him. So stupid. Stupid and naive you. How did you end up in their group, anyway, so sweet and innocent as you were? How did he end up wrapped around your little finger? A part of him wishes you knew what you did to him. But the logical side of him - the one that only knew the taste of blood and the draw of a sword - it forced him into silence.
Because he didn’t know what you would do with that kind of information.
What would you do had you seen him battle with himself for hours after returning to HQ if he should go and see you? How he all but paced around his room, thinking of a reason to enter yours? And now, here he was, his best effort of holding himself back was trying to walk slower (he wasn’t one for holding himself back in the first place, but the effort is there all the same). But surely you knew, right? Surely you felt his eyes on you as you made your way around a party or sat across him at a meeting, almost desperately trying to catch your eyes and… and what? What was he hoping for? What was he hoping for you to do?
“What do you think you’re doing, Blade?” the question is a whisper, almost a breath you don’t want others to hear, but there was no one to listen but the man himself, and Blade would cut down anything that dared interrupt now.
“Figure it out yourself.” If he had any ounce of honesty and softness in him, he’d admit he wasn’t quite sure himself, but that was just what effect you had on him. Blade remembered looking for you after you left the ballroom to get some air, finding you in a deserted hallway. He doesn’t quite remember how he ended up pinning your wrists to the nearest wall, lips ghosting over the spot where your shoulder meets your neck, waiting. For what specifically, he’s not sure either. You keep making him second-guess himself. He knows he can take you in a fight - your wrists feel so fragile under his fingers - he knows he can take you - you haven’t exactly been trying to fight him off all this time - but still, he hesitates. If he lets himself press his mouth to exposed skin, have a taste of what he’d been denied of for so long in your presence, well, it felt like crossing a line he could never come back from.
“Hmm, if I was going to take a guess, it almost feels like you’re about to eat me.” You’re trying to make light of the situation, as you’ve always done. Yet he does not scoff, or ignore you, or move on from the conversation. Instead, he feels your laughter come to a stop when he sighs into your skin. He agreed, it certainly did feel like he was going to eat you. What would happen if he sunk his teeth into you, nipped at your skin - what else would he break between the two of you besides your flesh?
“What would you do if I did?” He closes his eyes, trying to reel himself in. Maybe he can still control himself. Breathe in, breathe out. He curses silently through gritted teeth. Blade should have known better than to do that. Now he’s enveloped in your scent, the only thing he can feel under his touch is your warmth, it was all you, you, you.
Blades feel you shift in position and instinctively tightens his hold on your wrists. It must’ve hurt - he’s barely aware of how much strength he’s using - but you don’t make a peep. He can’t risk letting you walk out now, even if he still doesn’t know what he’s doing - what happens after you leave him in this hallway? Will he enter HQ tomorrow to find out you’d requested another partner without so much as another word to him? Not that he’d just let things end there - he’d probably make sure you end up his partner again. But he would still prefer to see this conversation through.
He’s pulled back when he feels your breath on his ear. You let out a puff of air - a small laugh - that has him more aware of the situation you’re in. You’re so, so close - and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“It wouldn’t be fun if I just answered that, now, won’t it? So let me ask, since you’re the one in control right now, yeah?” Blade’s not sure if you meant to brush your lips to the shell of his ear, but you’re speaking again before he can think of a proper reaction. “What do you want me to do?”
Why would he know what you’d do? All he’s been able to think about is what he’d do to you. A part of him wants to strangle you until you hated him. What have you done to him? Wants to crush you in an embrace so tight he’d permanently feel you in his arms long after you’re gone. Kiss you until he could drown in your bleeding mouth. What did you do? Why is he like this, all because of you?
And all too soon the answer comes to him clearly.Blade’s hands leave your wrists in an instant, instead coming to grab your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. He doesn’t have to see his own expression to know he looks beyond deranged - he can feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth upward into a lopsided grin, eyes blown wide. His thumbs try to gently caress your cheeks, and yet you can both feel him tremble with barely restrained excitement.
“I want you to break,” he ghosts his lips over yours. Where should he bite first? “But I want to be the one to break you.”
 It would be so easy to do, too. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. To make you submit to his every beck and call, have you running to do his very bidding, his words more than gospel the moment they reached you. By the end of this little game of sorts, he’d have you kneeling.
And yet, and yet, and yet.
The automatic doors slide open to let him in and Blade locks it behind him without much thought, like it was second nature, as he has already done time and time before.
You sit on the edge of your bed with your back facing him, one leg spread to the floor and your other knee pulled to your chest, phone in hand, softly humming a tune as you scroll through your messages (was it those damned crew members of the train again?) He can’t help but be aware of every little thing you do, every little thing related to you. He knows that song you’re singing.
He’s heard it played on the streets of Belobog the first time you sang along and he hears it again as you lay next to him the first night you spent together. You may have thought him asleep with his eyes closed and even breathing, but that was your mistake. He listened to you sing that song in the dark, so very aware of your proximity, each small breath you took, an intake of air longer than the rest as you hummed, and every time you made the slightest alteration to your position under the sheets, trying not to “wake” him.
To him, to Blade, it felt like he never truly left that moment in time. Each time he lays down for the night, if he can fool himself enough, he can hear you humming. You’re in bed with him, surely. Just an inch away from touching the tips of your fingers or the edge of your face. He’d kill to even graze at your skin, but he’s not dumb enough to try - he knows the moment he does, the illusion would end, the spell would break, and you and your voice with it.
Blade relishes the sound of your singing now, in the flesh, unhindered by his own imagination. He’s so close now. A few steps and you’re in arms reach. He can just hold his hands out and then… and then…
You raise your head the longer he doesn’t say anything, most likely wondering why he hadn’t made his presence known. Normally he’d stand in your line of sight and stare at you until you finally decide to give him your full attention, be it to go over the mission plans or just to provide him entertainment. The Blade in front of you right now, however… He doesn’t know what face he’s making. Is it carefully blank, or do you see the desperation he’s trying so hard to keep in check?
“Blade? What can I do for you?” you maneuver your body so you’re facing him, but you don’t stand and come closer. You don’t try to close the distance in any way. You stay where you are, on the bed, with him by the door.
And that was the problem.
In few quick and agitated strides, he reaches for your wrist.
“That’s something I don’t hear very often, especially when it’s directed at me,” you laugh like there was nothing wrong with your predicament. Like he didn’t just say he’d rather have you broken than hopelessly in love like he really wanted, like he really craved. “However, you don’t expect me to just accept that without a fight, yes?”
“Of course not,” his thumb grazes at your lip, imagining a cut right straight in the middle. Imagining swiping the blood across your face. Imagining the clean-up afterward. “The process is more than half the fun. I look forward to it already. Do you?”
“I suppose, to an extent, but that’s not what I meant,” you smile tenderly, eyes soft, gently caressing his cheeks. Blade can’t help the feeling that you’re treating him like he’s the only one who’s not in on the joke, the one who just can’t seem to get it. “What makes you think you won’t break first?”
“Blade?”
He looks at your wrist in his hand. So easy to break. Just a quick twist of his own wrist and he’d hear it snap under his fingers, have you crying in his arms. Would he try to soften your crying with murmurs of assurance, or would he tell you to scream louder? He doesn’t get to know the answer.
He holds your wrist like a feather, you must have noticed how lenient he’s being. Tight enough to know its unmistakable presence, but not enough to crush. When was the last time he was aware of how fragile something was?
“Blade? What’s wrong?”
He raises his eyes to meet yours. You don’t flinch, or try to move away. You stare at him, watching his face for anything that might give way to what was going on. Instead of letting you find out anything for yourself, he slowly kneels down until he’s eye level with you.
He all but barks out a laugh. He puts pressure on the tips of his fingers, almost trying to crack into your skull. “Do you really think I’d let myself break first? You’re out of your mind, darling.”
His throat burns at the very idea, bile rising up from his stomach, but he either said it now or lived in secret for the rest of your time together. He thought of marking you in other ways, but this would have to suffice for now.
“I yield.”
He watches as your eyes widen ever so slightly before you smile, ever so slightly, eyes ever so soft. You cup his cheek with your free hand and he all but melts into the attention you’re so willingly giving him. When you lean in, he’s already meeting you halfway, but just before your lips touch, you hold him in place with your hand on his face, mouths just barely grazing the other. He finds himself staring at your eyes which seem to gleam something dark.
He feels your hand slowly creep from his cheek to his hair, softly brushing at strands before tugging - once, twice - at the ends. “Oh, I don’t just think so, Blade.”
You smile like you know a secret he doesn’t, a joke he can’t quite get.
“I know.”
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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years
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Harringrove April Day 29- Pillow
The first time Steve is allowed to visit Billy’s new place, a tiny fixer upper paid for with his government checks, all of the in-home nurses are gone, and he’s independent enough to at least answer the door when Steve shows up.
But there’s still something off with him, and Steve can tell the whole time he’s there. He asks him, “Is everything alright? Your new place treating you well?”
Billy scoffs, goes on a tirade about how much it is very much not treating him well, “The floors are creaky, the bathroom grows mold, I can hear everything that happens outside through the walls. It’s a piece of shit.”
Steve sees the look in his eye that says he’s holding back, so he probes, “And?”
“And it’s fucking hell being on my own here all the time.” Billy says, not looking at Steve.
“Tell me about it.” Steve says and Billy scoffs in agreement, but he wants to hear more, so he tells him, “No, I’m serious, I wanna know so I can see if I can help you.”
“I can’t look out the windows at night, so if I hear something I’m just holed up in here terrified ‘til the sun comes up. I can’t use the stove. I shower cold and the water pressure sucks.” Billy sighs, and shrugs his shoulders, like he doesn’t care even though he’s very obviously bothered by his living situation, “I hate it here. Strike me down now, but I’d almost rather be in Neil’s house.”
Steve doesn’t know what to say other than, “Why didn’t you tell anybody it was so bad?” but that must strike a nerve with Billy, because he snaps, sounding exhausted, “Because I can handle myself, Harrington.”
Steve doesn’t take the bait though, he knows better than to do that anymore, knows why Billy ever threw the line out in the first place, so he offers instead a genuine, “But you shouldn’t have to.”
“Look it’s not a big deal. Life goes on, you know? I can’t ask everybody to focus all their attention on me 24/7.”
“If that’s what you need, then you absolutely can. It’s not your fault if you need help, and not everybody’s going to be bothered by giving it, you know.”
Defensive, Billy asks, “Yeah, well, you offering?” and again Steve shuts down his attempt at arguing, telling him,“I was getting there actually. Would you be into having a roommate?”
The thing that shocks him is, Billy doesn’t say no, he narrows his eyes and asks him, “You gonna baby me?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
“I only have one bed.” Billy says to try to talk him out of it, but Steve says immediately, “I can sleep on the couch.”
“Do you really wanna deal with all this ?” This one Billy asks pointedly, motioning to the medications lined up on his coffee table, the oxygen tank sitting next to him.
“I don’t think helping you out counts as ‘dealing with’ anything.”
“Fine. But I have ground rules.” Billy says after thinking about it for a long while, then lays them out, “No hogging the bathroom, no leaving shit around, no playing shitty music on my player, and absolutely no inviting the brats over.”
“Fair enough. Can I throw one suggestion out there though?” Steve asks hesitantly, continuing when Billy nods at him, “No pushing each other away. We’re gonna be living together, we’ve got to leave behind all our high school bullshit.”
Billy looks up at him, and says simply, “I already left that all on the mall floor.”
So it was decided. In what was probably the most spur of the moment choice he had ever made, Steve would be moving in with Billy. Two days later he shows back up at his door with a trunk load of his things, Billy waiting for him on the porch while he get out the two suitcases he’d been able to fill.
“S’that all you brought?”
“I only own like, a handful things in my house. My parents didn’t let me take much.” Steve feels uncomfortable suddenly, worries this was a bad choice and he made it too hastily, “Is that a bad thing? I don’t want it to seem like I’m trying to mooch off of you or something.”
“Nah, I was just expecting you to have a bunch of rich boy luggage or something.” Billy opens the door for him, letting him drag his suitcases in and adds,“Think it’s better like this anyhow.”
“It is a pretty small space.” Steve points out, to which Billy agrees, “Yeah, but… I think- I think it’ll be better with you around.”
That makes Steve smile, reminds him of how things are going to be now that he was going to be living with Billy, and he assures him, “I think it will be.”
Because there was pretty much nothing to unpack, they make quick work of it, all he had room (or permission) to pack was his clothes, anything personal, and a single pillow off of his bed anyways.
Steve gets his first taste of what helping Billy take care of himself ensues, only an hour after getting settled in having to hold Billy’s hair back when an especially bad coughing fits makes him sick, and help him through a panic attack when he turned on the stove; he thought that before Billy had meant it didn’t work, not that he was terrified of it.
His first night there, after Billy slinked off into his room to get some sleep, Steve takes his one pillow and lays down on the couch, but he can’t sleep. It’s a thrifted feather couch, and not only does he think it’s disgusting, sleeping on pretended furniture, but he’s pretty sure he’s allergic to the feathers inside.
Steve’s in the kitchen, just sitting at the table with a glass of water from the fridge when Billy pops his head into the room, announcing his presence with a “You don’t have to sleep on the couch.”
“Well you’re not in any shape to.” He says back, making it known he was absolutely not going to be talked into making Billy sleep in his own living room, “It's fine, Billy.”
“No I meant that you could sleep in my bed. I-If you wanted to.” Billy rambles, staring at the tiled floor instead of at Steve while he talks, “You don’t even have your own blanket so I thought you’d want to.. I don’t know, just forget I said anything man. My meds must be makin’ me loopy.”
“No I want to.” Steve dumps his cup in the sink and grabs the singular pillow from the living room, telling Billy with a soft smile, “Like I said, no shutting each other out, right?”
“Right, uh, it’s probably smaller than what you’re used to, but it’s a bed I guess.”
The bed is big enough that they don’t have to touch, laying back to back in a pile of comforters too hot for Steve, but perfectly suited to how cold Billy was anymore. It’s tense, feels like there’s some energy between them until Billys scratchy voice, muffled by the CPAP breaks the silence, “Steve?”
He responds, rolling over onto his back in the bed, “Yeah?”
Billy does this same, his voice cracking as he asks, staring up at the ceiling, “Why are you doing this for me?”
“Because you deserve it, Billy and I care about you.” Steve admits honestly.
“Don't flatter me, Harrington.” Billy mumbles in response, but then his hand is finding Steve’s between them, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. He whispers into the dark, “I care about you too, Steve. Thank you.”
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seijorhi · 3 years
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Reminiscent
i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise
Oikawa Tooru x female reader
TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw
“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”
You weren’t the clubbing type.
Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.
Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you. 
“She good, dude?”
A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”
And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.
Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.
A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you. 
“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”
They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.
You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.
Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop. 
Please stop. Please. Please. Please.
You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.
Why won’t he stop?
When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.
And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.
It’s nothing like what they show on tv.
There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.
You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.
At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes. 
Or worse; pitying ones.
So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy. 
The nightmares are just that; nightmares.
And things are fine, until they’re not.
“Baby, you’re here!!”
There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.
When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”
“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”
She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.
She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.
For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.
“Oh, wait–”
Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.
“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”
She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.
And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”
The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”
She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.
So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”
She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”
And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.
She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.
She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him. 
It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before. 
Happy. 
She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.
And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.
The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s  shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.
You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.
“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.
Not when you still feel all… brittle. 
Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement. 
She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.
Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you. 
Your heart stutters.
“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.
He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”
You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.” 
There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.
He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you. 
“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”
You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”
“We’re celebrating?” you ask.
She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”
Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.
“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”
Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.
You can handle one night of small talk.
You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.  
Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.
Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.
They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.
“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.
Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.
“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”
“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”
You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”
And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes. 
 Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”
The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”
If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”
You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground. 
“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath. 
Goosebumps prickle along your arms.
Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”
He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–
“Iwa.”
It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.
“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”
He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–
“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”
His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.
And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.
“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”
You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”
His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but… 
You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–
You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.
“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin. 
“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”
You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.
“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.” 
He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”
And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free. 
It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.
The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.
Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit. 
“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.
Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”
“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”
Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.
You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.
And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–
Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth. 
“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”
And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”
Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”
Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”
His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.
“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”
Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen. 
And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.
The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come. 
You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion. 
You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.
And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.
“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”
Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.
It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.
Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.
“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–” 
You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.
“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you. 
Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.
“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.
And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.
Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips… 
“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”
It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is. 
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it… 
But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him. 
With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.
And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.
“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.
His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.
Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.
And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.
“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”
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Cliff Notes (in case y’all don’t have an hour to spare lol - But I HIGHLY recommend watching/listening! 😊 )
PS - I LOVE Issa as an interviewer!  She really knows the right questions to ask.  
**Cliffs: 
Z says that confidence is a learned thing.  Encourages people to just be easy on themselves and don’t be too hard on yourself.  Says it’s a lifelong thing that you can continue to grow and navigate.  
Understands why people don’t think that she could take on a role like Rue.  Took smaller roles so that she could prove that she could do more roles. Said she would rather be a supporting actress in an amazing film, instead of lead in a crappy movie.  
Said she and Law would show up to red carpet events that she wasn’t even supposed to or need to be at, and would try to dress well at so that people could see her outside of Disney.  But now she feels like she has to really show that she belongs in these spaces.   
Says she has a love/hate rlshp with LA. Says NYC is so much easier to walk around and do stuff.   
Has had the experience of bad contracts, saying yes to things that she didn’t really want to because she had to, learned many lessons, etc. Encourages people to READ their contracts. Says people will always try to low-ball you if you’re not careful. Also says that sometimes it’s good to recognize when you’re just not there yet!  
Says Darnell is like a brother to her.  Says her family keeps her grounded. Says she’s an introvert and isn’t extroverted.  Says she has 2 friends lol. 
Says she’s a very shy person and it’s hard to make small talk. Says she was a shy child growing up. Said that some people would mistakenly think she was cold at events but in reality she was just terrified and didn’t know what to say to people so she would just stay quiet.  So she had to learn how to do small talk with people. Says she’s gotten better at it.  Says it’s something you have to learn how to do in this industry.    
Wants to create a business she can do outside of acting/the Hollywood world. 
Says she believes that at the end of the day you just want to do what makes you happy, and that one day she might wake up and not want to do acting anymore, and might just want to make pottery lol. 😅🤣  And that’s perfectly okay lol. Says she took her first pottery class that year lol. “Let me know if you need some ceramics!!!” LOL  😅   
 She really wants to put her peace as a human and her happiness above everything else.  So if acting doesn’t make her happy anymore, she won’t do it.  
Also stated that when she was a kid she wanted to be the most famous person in the world yadda yadda yadda... .But NOW she doesn’t want that anymore at all.  Says acting allows you to be a different character, whereas being in the music industry doesn’t really allow you to have any anonymity.  Says she wants to have a part that still belongs to her.  She wants success, but still wants to be happy as a person.  
She’s really into cinematography now due to Euphoria.  
Says she hates reading lol  😅 But she reads that contract!!  😅🤣 Says you can sign your life away if you’re not careful/read through your contracts.  Read books on legal terms and did research in order to understand her terms and conditions in her contracts better. 
Agrees with Issa that it’s almost inevitable that you will eventually get burned in this industry, but says that she had to dust herself off and not be too scared to try new things. Said she had to teach herself not to be too afraid of failing again. Views things now more as a lesson instead of a failure.  
Says one time she was doing a cover for a magazine when she was much younger, and she wasn’t happy with her hair and makeup, and her publicist (at the time) said: “I wouldn’t really stir the pot because they haven’t really had a black girl on the cover in a really long time...so let’s not like....”  🥴    Said that was the last time she worked with that publicist because she feels that she should be allowed to say that she doesn’t like her hair and makeup and fix it, whether they’ve had a black girl on the cover in a while or not lol. (AMEN!)
Says black people have to change the mentality of “there can only be one”, and allow other black people to come in. Says that she would love to be a platform for other black creatives to come in and be creative, and give them a space in this industry.  Says that when it comes to black people, it’s not about a lack of talent, but usually about a lack of opportunity. Says we have to share our opportunities and information w/each other.  
Audience members had a chance to ask Zendaya questions.... 
Z says that if you have put in the work and the time, then you are for sure worthy (in answer to an audience member’s sad story about being looked down upon even though she’s a black female doctor). Says it’s something she’s still figuring out.  
Says that she and Rue are very similar personality-wise. Says that she and Sam don’t seem like they would have much in common, but they like the same things, and that the way Rue is written is very comfortable.  Feels like a little sister to her.  Says she’s thankful that some of her ideas have ended up being written in the script.  
Zendaya says her lifelong dream has nothing to do with the industry at all, and that she would love to raise enough money to buy this full-time functional place where inner city students can go and experience nature and heal.  It’s something her mom used to try to do for her students when she was a teacher, but the place got closed down.  So Z would like to raise money to buy that place so that it doesn’t have to fall on the burden of teachers.  
Said that before when she was acting she didn’t really have much to emotionally pull from for acting-wise and felt that it was all just pretending because she hadn’t really been through stuff. Says that Euphoria was the first time when she wasn’t pretending.  She has now seen for the first time the value of really feeling your feelings all the way through. Says that she’s not naturally a feeler, and doesn’t really like to feel things because she feels it makes her feel weak. But she said that Euphoria forced her to be exposed and dig up things she thought she had already dealt with, and brought it all out on camera.  Said that it’s scary to do so on camera because on set there are tons of people watching her cry about some sh*t in her life through Rue. Says it’s scary, but you have to do it and allow yourself to be vulnerable...but in a healthy way.  Deal with things and let it go so you can go home and be happy. Said it was very cathartic for her, and working on the show allowed her to get in touch with her own feelings and feel things. Says it’s so weird and uncomfortable, but it’s the foundation of being human...feeling things.   
Overall, great interview!!! One of the most exposed (no holds barred) ones I’ve seen her do yet. 😃 👍  
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Star Wars Kinktober day- 28
Prompt: Erotic photo modeling
Fox x Riyo Chuchi (Foxiyo)
Wow I sure do love this totally canon pairing, don’t we just love how cute all their interactions were that definitely happened in the show?
Gods do I love this pair, I don’t know where the hell it came from but I am here for it. ❤️💜💙
Sorry for the long absence and missing most of Kinktober, I haven’t been doing the greatest mentally or physically but I’m finally starting to recover a little. I’ll try to cover the rest of the month, but beyond this month I have so many more ideas! I have material to keep me busy for a good long while at the rate I work so expect to see more in the coming months.
Also, remember people: you may not like Foxiyo, but Riyo is officially as old as Padme, she’s not a child.
I might make an Ao3 account and put my stuff up there as well once it’s gone live here, does that sound cool to any of y’all?
Tags: Palpatine being a sith piece of shit as usual, allusion to mind manipulation, it’s all good though because Fox has great brothers and an awesome girlfriend, boudoir photography, allusion to male masturbation
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Fox did not like Palpatine. Scratch that, he couldn’t stand the man, but for the sake of his job and not getting sent back to Kamino, he did his best to give the illusion that being in the man’s office wasn’t making him grind his teeth behind his helmet’s visor. At first he’d seemed fine, a politician sure, but pleasant enough. As time wore on though, more and more he found he hated the smiles that Palpatine tried to pass as kind. There was… something wrong with the man. He never thought too hard about it though, every time he tried the thoughts would suddenly become slippery and amorphous and he wouldn’t be able to keep them straight, confusion thickly clouding his ability to reason. Still, Fox knew somewhere he wasn’t to be trusted. He stood at attention though as he went through the motions of the end of the week briefing. 
There was nothing new to report: there hadn’t been any major security concerns; no breaches; nobody had been maimed, murdered, or kidnapped; no encore from the Zillo beast; yes, the normal crime syndicates were still at it; no, there wasn’t any indication of separatists involvement in any of the protests; and there were no reports of troopers being recommended for reconditioning.
Palpatine steepled his fingers and smiled at Fox, “Good, good my boy,” Fox resisted biting the man for that damn nickname. “Is there anything else on your mind then, any other concerns that need to be addressed?”
Fox shook his head, “No, that’s all Chancellor.”
The edges of Palpatine's eyes crinkled, Fox didn’t think it was a warm look. “Alright then CC-1010, that will be all for today, dismissed.” With that dismissal Fox saluted and point-turned on his heel and marched out the door, not sparing another moment to stay and tense against his presence. Once he was a few passages away he allowed his posture to slump somewhat, the familiar weight of his armour now pressing heavily upon his tired body. It wasn’t a particularly exciting week and he’d finally had time to catch up on paperwork (that frankly, Palpatine most of which should have done himself if he wasn’t too busy being a prick), but exhaustion lay heavily upon him still. 
If you asked anyone around, they’d say exhaustion was the result of how demanding his job was and the very limited time he was given off or to rest. If you asked Fox he would deny being tired whatsoever even if you could see the dark bags under his eyes appearing on his helmet. If you asked any of his vode they’d snicker and tell you it was because he never slept well while his girlfriend was away. And yeah, that was it, wasn’t it? 
Riyo Chuchi: Pantoran senator, passionate debater, peace negotiator, short-stack, and resident lavender haired goddess of Coruscant was currently off-world on a diplomatic mission. For Fox this meant a whole month without so much as a whisper from her. No seeing her, giving her hand small squeezes in secret, holding her close whenever he could, getting his head scratched while they relaxed together, no flirting, and no late night tomfoolery. It had only been one week out of the four and he was already feeling something like withdrawal from the lack of her moonlight. But, each day apart is one closer to being together again, so he counted the days by filling out his morning papers and cursing Thorn’s tar-like caf brew. 
A few passages reserved only for corries and senate guard members and a speeder ride later Fox was walking back into the barracks; it was the evening and the sun’s ass was just disappearing behind the farthest buildings, but he was now mentally preparing himself for hours more of tedious work in his cramped office, sitting on his pooched chair. The twinges in his back were getting a little worse as of late, he really needed to get a new seat. Maybe one of those fancy ones that spun so he could at least amuse himself a little. It was the same as it always was inside: troopers gathered in knots and whirls as they cleaned weapons and armour, chatting about bolla ball or the most recent news from the front, preparing, kitting up and down, and creating a bustle that never actually ended. 
His men snapped to attention and saluted him as he passed and he returned their attention with a nod as he moved on. Now away from the outside world and their expectations of trooper decorum, Fox released the seal from his helmet and took it off, allowing himself a breath of air that wasn’t passed through filters, and taking in the flat smell of the barracks with its underlying man-smell. Not particularly appealing, but familiar and as homey as it could get for him outside of Riyo’s apartment. After another turn he suddenly almost ran into Stone who had his arms full of documents and papers.
“What’s going on here, Stone, finally deciding to take your work seriously?”
Stone raised an eyebrow at him over the stack he was carrying, “Very funny, I’m sure you’re an absolute scream at the senate galas. No, actually though, this is all your work, but I figured you could use the evening so…”
Wait, what? 
“What the hell are you upto Stone?” Fox demanded firmly. This sort of thing never just happened, Stone certainly was a good guardsman, but he didn’t particularly take to the pencil-pushing side of things.
A slow, toothy smile took up residence on the other commander’s face, “Well you see vod, I was just going to the common room to watch some bad holo-drama’s with some of the shiny’s when a package came in for you, so I took it to your office and while I was there I nicked all this.” He hefted the pile a bit. “It was from your favourite senator and I figured, whatever the hell it is, maybe you’d want the evening with it.”
A package from Riyo? “While I’m thankful you’re being so considerate of me, I think I can still manage to do my work-”
“Ah come on Foxie, relax a little for one evening and let me do something nice. Besides, if you try and take all this from me I’ll get Hound to let Grizzer loose in your office while you're away.”
Fox narrowed his eyes, Stone would do that, he had no doubt. And while he really should be the one to sign those documents, Stone was another commander so it didn’t actually matter too much. The idea of an evening to himself was tempting…
“Fine, Stone, you win this one. Any idea what the package is?” He called the last bit over his shoulder as Stone had already taken off along his original course.
“No idea! Good night vod!” He called back cheerfully before disappearing.
Now with an interesting mystery awaiting him, Fox moved with a little more urgency, eager to face it and find out what awaited him. He’d received gifts from Riyo before, always things he needed or could use, like an extra soft pillow and a chunky blanket for his personal room; he was always happy to see just how much she paid attention to his needs when they were together, her trying to take care of him in her own way. But to get something in the mail from her is a first. So when he came to his door he wasted no time typing in the code and moving inside, the lights revealing a desk empty of it’s usual clutter except for a black box tied with blue satin ribbons. He noted how well the ribbons matched her colouring. 
With a little more care now, as if it were a cornered creature that would either flee or attack, he approached the parcel. When it didn’t sprout fangs and bite him he lifted up to inspect it. Whatever was inside wasn’t too heavy, but was definitely a solid mass. Placing it back down, he gently pulled the bow to undo it before he hesitated for a moment, then lifted the lid. It was a book, printed on flimsi with a black cover with a little card sitting on top that depicted a small fox sitting among irises. Very cute. Turning it over, it read in a loopy, familiar scrawl: 
My dearest Fox, 
I hope I’m finding you well and not too overworked with this. A month away isn’t much and yet it’s still a long time without you and I think of you everyday, especially when trying to fall asleep here alone. The time will be gone sooner than we both think, but until then I’m leaving with you a little something of me. Enjoy!
Faithfully yours,
Riyo Chuchi
The tiredness that had been clawing at his consciousness melted away and was replaced with  something warm and soft. A thin curl of perfume met him and he shivered, the familiar scent awakening a hundred different memories of Riyo: holding her, tasting her in all the ways he could, her smile, and everything else there was about her. He felt so many things about her, he lo- no, he couldn’t go there. If he admitted that there was no going back and his duty would become secondary to anything to do with her and they couldn’t do that. 
Trying to end that train of thought, he reverently placed the card on the shelf by his desk so he could see it when he worked, he turned his attention to the book. A real flimsi book, not a holopad. As far as he knew flimsi books were reserved for antique libraries, but this one looked fresh and new, the edges of the pages white and glossy. It had weight to it despite its size. Turning it over there was no markings or words, just a matte black front and back. Now just what could this be that Riyo thought he’d like so much? Flipping it open, his eyes shot open and he gasped, a hand shooting to the desk to keep himself steady. It was a picture of Riyo, but holy maker...
Her image stared at him, back arched, clad only in red underwear (his red, he noted), her breasts high in a way that would have been begging for him to touch them if he was there. Frantically he turned the page and there was another of her posing, now leaning over a chair in only heels, her plump behind in the air. Another: she lay artfully wrapped in white sheets that hinted at the body beneath. More: she was clad in white, blue, and violet lingerie as well; she was in other sinful positions; she cupped her breasts as if offering them to him through the pages; she teased silently through the still images. 
Fox half fell, half scrambled to get around his desk and fall in his chair, ripping off his codpiece as he did so before the force of his hard-on made it fly off and dent the karking wall. He had to squeeze himself harshly through his blacks in order to calm down and not shoot off like a shiny.  Maker and the moon goddess that Riyo prayed to: he was well and truly fucked. He didn’t know where, when, or how she got these done, but he could kiss the photographer. These were- maker he didn’t know, smouldering in the way that ice can burn you, so fresh and invigorating. They were sensual beyond anything even the finest holo pornstars he used to watch could ever hope to match. They were exactly like her. There was nothing fake about these, the sensuality and fire were all her, nobody else and no fake thing could compare.
The more he looked, the harder his cock throbbed and he cursed. He was going to have to crank one out here if he wanted any chance of making it to his rooms sane. Once he was there though, he was going to take Stone’s advice and spend the evening pouring over every page of this book and thinking of her. The end of the month couldn’t return fast enough for him to finally have her back and return the favour.
📖😳💦
Stone is a good bro. That’s it, that’s all.
I like mixing in Star Wars and real life cursing, I just feel like it works better. Yeah, kark works in some situations, but nothing hits like a good, old fashioned, fuck. 
Before this month ends I will get the 3rd and final part of the Hardcase x Reader story done, that’s a real bitch promise. 
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link4eva · 3 years
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Kiro’s Promised Date in January (元月之約) [CN]
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Hey, y’all! A couple notes before you begin reading...
This date was released a couple of years ago in the CN server but hasn’t been released to the ENG server. I think it’s safe to say that it won’t be released so I’ve decided to just go ahead and translate this super cute date.
With that being said, I don’t actually know any Chinese so this date was done by the power of Google Translate and with a huge help from the amazing and wonderful @keliosyfan​ ! You’re the best!! 
I hope you enjoy!!~
[First Part] 
On a Sunday afternoon, Kiro came downstairs to my apartment building early. We had made a date to go to the department store to purchase Chinese New Year’s goods together, but he didn’t think he’d have the spare time to do so.
(Scene changes to the mall)
The spring festival is approaching but the cold weather can’t curb people’s enthusiasm for buying New Year’s goods. Only at this time do the usually deserted shopping malls become lively. Lanterns, Spring Festival couplets, Chinese knots; every inch is filled with decorations. Their bright red colours make for a very warm atmosphere.  
MC: Sure enough, you still gotta decorate to have the feeling of New Year!
Looking at the various decorations, I couldn’t help but sigh. Kiro also couldn’t help but lean over towards me.
Kiro: So MC, do you decorate your home every Spring Festival?
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MC: ...I do, but it’s not over-the-top. It’s just sticking spring couplets and hanging Chinese knots and the like. I prefer buying dried fruits and snacks rather than decorations~ 
Kiro: Shall we go and buy snacks now then?
Kiro looked at me with anticipation and excitement written in his eyes which made me unable to refuse.
MC: Just know that your purpose today is this. And... me too, of course!~
Kiro: Haha~ Who’s the one who’s always mindful all the time? Let’s go! Destination: Supermarket on the basement floor! *Changed some wording here*
With that being said, he raised one fist, while his other one held my hand very naturally, and winked at me.
Kiro: There are too many people here! We gotta hurry!
Before he finished speaking, I had subconsciously squeezed his hand back. Even in this cold weather, Kiro’s palm was still very warm. Like a warm winter sun…
As I imagined this, I couldn’t help but reach out to stroke the blonde hair sticking out from under his hat. The fluffy brim and scarf blocked most of Kiro’s face. And coupled with a pair of glasses, it would be hard to notice if he was even in the crowd.
Kiro: Speaking of which, this is the first time I’ve bought a New Year’s gift. I’ll be sure to follow your directions~
MC: Eh?
I recalled the year I went to Savin’s hometown with Kiro. At that time, he told me that he used to be alone so he didn’t like Chinese New Year.
It seems that Kiro’s life has become a little different because of me.
I don’t know whether it’s gratitude or blissfulness, but I look at him with a smile, my heart is overflowing with warmth.
MC: There are so many people who buy Chinese New Year’s goods!
I stretched out the ending cryptically.
Kiro: Are there?
Seeing Kiro’s curious look, I gave a slight cough but didn’t actually say anything, just leading him to the supermarket slowly.
He also secretly made up his mind.
Today, I have to prepare his New Year’s gift together with him! Not only that but also decorate his house so that he will have the most enjoyable and happiest Spring Festival ever!
[Second Part]
There are more people in the supermarket than I had originally thought. Fortunately, Kiro has already done a “full disguise”. But even so, leading this superstar to walk amongst the crowds still made me nervous.
Kiro didn’t think much about it. The empty shopping cart was soon filled with all kinds of New Year’s goods, so many that it was overflowing.
MC: It feels almost done, shall we check out?
I glanced at the shopping cart, then looked at the goods on the shelf. I didn’t hear Kiro’s answer so I turned my head to look at him. Kiro was fiddling with his scarf while frowning slightly, looking a little distressed.
I was a little puzzled. Before I had time to ask, I found myself looking at the glasses on the bridge of his nose. A layer of fog appeared on the transparent lens at some point. Looking closer, Kiro also had tiny beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.
I looked at his tightly wrapped coat and the fluffy scarf that was super warm at first glance….
Is it too hot?!
I hurriedly pulled Kiro to a corner and looked around to make sure no one could see us. I quickly took off his glasses.
MC: Sorry, I forgot that the heater is always on during this time of year….
Kiro’s forehead was also covered in sweat but he still smiled gently.
Kiro: It’s okay, winter should be a little warmer….
MC: Anyway, take off the scarf first!
I stretched out my hand and wanted to take off the scarf for him. As soon as my fingertips touched the soft corner of the scarf, I was held by Kiro.
Kiro: Don’t move….
Kiro lowered his voice and his expression suddenly became a little nervous. I can say that this expression is quite familiar.
I quickly put his glasses back on him and then turned my head and ran away from some girls’ gazes.
That was close! I exhaled and Kiro’s low laugh came from behind me.
Kiro: That was a quick response time! As expected of my Miss Chips!
MC: I haven’t even worked out with you yet…
I puffed up my cheeks and pretended to complain. I wanted to get out a few more words but they got caught in my throat when I saw the sweat on Kiro’s neck.
MC: How about we forget it today? Next time, I’ll come by myself….
Kiro: But you have a film shoot next week, won’t you be busy?
Kiro leaned closer, lowered his glasses, and looked at me.
Kiro: Let’s just buy the stuff today. It’s been a long time since we went shopping together. So let’s fulfil my cautious wish~
While talking, a few more customers passed by, and Kiro quickly pushed up his glasses.
MC: Pff….Good response haha!
Seeing him panicked, I couldn’t help but laugh. Maybe because of me, Kiro also laughed again.
The next second, I was pulled into a warm embrace.
MC: Woah! What’s happening?
I exclaimed, Kiro’s breathing on the side of my neck was light and slow. The warmth on my neck then began to trickle up towards my cheek, little by little.
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Kiro: Forget it, I won’t lie to you. It really is a bit hot. 
MC: Then we are one and the same--
Kiro: So, let me hug you so I don’t get hot.
MC: Wouldn’t that make things hotter?....
(Screen goes black)
I couldn’t help but whisper. Kiro turned his head slightly as if he hadn’t heard me and hugged me tighter. His soft hair rubbed against my neck, his hot breath fanned onto my skin, and even my heart somehow felt weak.
MC: Why are we doing this?....
Kiro: Because I like it, don’t you?
His voice was smiling. Although I couldn’t see his face, I could easily imagine his smile. It must be as warm as his embrace.
MC: I…., I….
(Mall background comes back up)
I hesitated for a while, unable to say a complete sentence. Kiro’s laughter fell onto my ears more clearly. We just hugged quietly in the corner for a while. During this time, customers occasionally passed by and sometimes glanced at us weirdly.
I’m really embarrassed by the constant “watching ceremony”. I gently pushed Kiro who was leaning against me.
MC: Kiro, this is too embarrassing….
Kiro: It doesn’t matter, just let them watch~
As he said this, he hugged me tighter and whispered to me. The heat that had finally dissipated from my cheeks was ignited once again and I was too shy to speak. Kiro quickly let go of me.
He put on his hat again and under his cover-up was his brilliant, smiley face; as bright as the sun.
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Kiro: OK, charging is complete! I have been fully resurrected! Let’s go continue our shopping over there! 
[Third Part]
Kiro took my hand and pulled me to the other side where all the New Year’s decorations were. Although he looked at ease, I couldn’t help but feel a little worried when I saw his thick coat and fluffy hat.
MC: I’ll buy the stuff quickly! If you feel hot, let me know….
Kiro: You worry too much, I’m fine. But since you’ve said so, then I must take on the important task of reminding you about the time….
He stopped suddenly and turned to look at me sideways, his expression becoming very serious for a moment.
MC: And, therefore?
Even knowing that he is likely to be joking with me again, I still subconsciously start to get nervous and stare at him indifferently.
Kiro: Therefore, I have to hug you every ten minutes which can remind you of the time and “charge” me simultaneously. Perfect!
Kiro raised his eyebrows, his feigned seriousness was instantly replaced by a somewhat triumphant smile.
I was told by him that I didn’t know what to buy, so I turned around and hurriedly tried to escape the heat that was ignited again.
The other side of the special area for New Year’s goods is mainly various kinds of decorations. Since I’ve decided to help Kiro decorate, I decided to get all sorts of New Year’s goods.
I kept stuffing all kinds of things into the cart. When I got to the fifth New Year’s decoration, Kiro couldn’t help but make a comment.
Kiro: MC, will this be too much? Aren’t you just doing simple decorations?
MC: These are for….
I paused and watched Kiro carefully examine the appearance of the New Year’s decorations. I decided not to tell him that the decorations were actually his for the time being.
It could be thought of as a small surprise for him! 
MC: I bought it for the company!
I randomly thought of an excuse and carefully continued to select decorations. Although I have bought a lot, I still feel that it is not enough.
MC: This seems good….
When I came to the pillow shelf, I looked at the piggy-shaped pillow in front of me and muttered to myself.
Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. Kiro’s hands tightly encircled me from behind, his hot breath fell on my ears.
Kiro: Ding dong! Friendly reminder, ten minutes is here~
I don’t know if it’s because of the thick scarf or Kiro’s breathing, but I felt my cheeks get hotter. I turned my head and Kiro’s face was close at hand. His cheeks were dyed a light red.
MC: Are you hot?
Kiro: Not hot! Not hot! Have you picked up everything?
The corners of his mouth were raised slightly with a smile. However, that smile seemed to be less energetic than before and perhaps even a little weak.
I took another look at the pillow, then looked back to Kiro, then nodded quickly.
I have to say, even after staying in a heated building for so long, the bitter cold can make people feel refreshed.
(Cut to plaza)
Walking out of the mall, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As soon as I was about to ask him about the next stop, Kiro proposed that he take me to a place.
Kiro finally stopped after going through an alleyway not too far from the mall.
Kiro: We’re here!
(Cut to shop)
A small shop covered in bright red appeared in front of me. Sunlight penetrated through the alleyway, lighting up the window grilles on the glass; it looked like it was shining.
Flaming red lanterns are hung on both sides of the store door, and the handwritten Spring Festival couplets with the word “blessing” written on them, are paired with the brown wooden doors.
Through the window, you can vaguely see the things placed inside it. The uniquely designed pillows and the exquisite Chinese knots form exquisite New Year’s pictures….
I couldn’t help but walk a few steps forward and looked at the wooden door carefully. Suddenly, I began to wonder if I was really in the center of Loveland City.
Kiro smiled and pointed to the red lanterns by the door and shook his head to talk about it, following the way I explained the New Year’s goods with him before.
Kiro: In fact, I discovered this store on Halloween. At that time, there were no red lanterns and wooden doors, only pumpkins and bats.
Kiro: I walked by accidentally during Christmas. I didn’t expect that the decorations and merchandise here all became the theme of Christmas!
Kiro: So I guess, in this current period, will this be the theme of the Spring Festival? Sure enough, I guessed it~
MC: Sounds like a pop-up shop! Or “theme flashes”?
Kiro: Almost! Although the theme is always changing, there is one thing that’s in the store year-round.
MC: Eh, what is it?
Kiro winked at me with a mysterious smile. He took my hand and opened the door at the same time.
Kiro: Let’s go see!
The moment I opened the door, the warm air surrounded me. Inside, there was a strong New Year’s breath. All kinds of New Year’s goods were neatly placed on the shelves. Before I had time to take a closer look, Kiro took me straight to the deepest part of the shop.
Because there were no outsiders present, Kiro finally had the chance to take off his thick disguise. The white T-shirt underneath was particularly eye-catching among the red New Year’s decorations.
My gaze had been naturally locked onto his body until…. 
Kiro: This is it!
As soon as Kiro’s voice sounded, a whole wall of donuts appeared in front of my eyes!
[Fourth Part]
The donuts in front have various shapes, and they all fit the theme of Spring Festival. There are pandas, pigs….
MC: Amazing! Wait, isn’t this shop selling decorations? Why are there so many donuts?!
MC: You said it’s always there….Is this still a dessert shop?
MC: What! No wonder you--
Before I could finish, the complacency on Kiro’s face instantly vanished and was replaced by a suspicious kind of blush.
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He coughed slightly, with a side-eye, and reached his hand to take a panda-shaped donut from the shelf. 
Kiro: You can see through it. Actually, I heard that there’s a whole wall of donuts here. I thought I was in donut heaven but I didn’t expect this….I can’t eat any of them!
He sighed and put the donut on his index finger. The panda spun around on his finger like a hula hoop.
Kiro: It’s so realistic, turns out they are all decorations….  
Kiro: This is simply a fraud to food lovers! Unacceptable!
Looking at Kiro’s slightly puffed cheeks, I imagined that he was extremely disappointed after encountering “fraud” here on the first day, and laughed.
MC: That’s too funny! I want to interview the manager now~
Kiro: We’re not here to work, we are here to buy things! Take a look, how about that piggy pillow over there?
I looked in the direction of Kiro’s finger and a pair of cartoon pillows lay quietly on the shelf, designed to be cuter than the ones in the mall.
MC: Eh? Did you bring me here to pick a pillow?
Kiro: Yes, don’t you want to help me decorate my home well? I have to buy everything for you~
MC: Eh! How did you know?
I nodded. It took me a while to react with a shocked face to Kiro’s smile.
Kiro: Because your lying was really bad!
Kiro took the shopping bag stuffed with all kinds of New Year’s goods in his hand.
Kiro: Many of these were bought for me, right?
MC: You guessed it again….
Kiro: I knew it! We really know each other the best!
His eyes are shining. He seems to have seen through my little surprises and secrets. But he secretly kept this discovery to himself.
A burst of warmth came to my heart and I looked at the pillows on the shelf and made up my mind; Today, I must pick the best New Year’s goods for Kiro!
With this in mind, I looked around in the store and finally bought the final purchase of the evening.
(Cut to Kiro’s house)
After returning to Kiro’s house and doing some decorating, the originally cold room finally had a New Year’s atmosphere.
I hugged the piggy pillow I just bought and slumped on the sofa. I looked around and was quite satisfied with my masterpiece. 
Kiro sat down beside me, picked up another pillow of the same style, and turned to me with a smile.
Kiro: Thank you, MC.
MC: No problem….
After suddenly receiving such a formal thank-you, I was a little embarrassed. I could only look away and look at the panda donut on the coffee table and whisper.
Both: So….
After a brief silence, we both nodded. I looked at Kiro in a daze. He also froze for a moment but he reacted quickly after.
Kiro: You go first~
MC: I just want to ask you about your future plans. How will you prepare for the Spring Festival this year? Do you want to go to Savin’s hometown?
As I spoke, I subconsciously recalled what happened last year. The memory was like eating a cola-flavoured candy, the sweetness spreading through my heart.
I prompted Kiro but found that he didn’t look very happy. Perhaps even a little depressed?
Kiro: Actually, this is what I wanted to ask you too….
Kiro: I will take over the work for the next party and start all kinds of preparations tomorrow. I have to participate in the live broadcast on New Year’s Eve.
He turned to look at me with a helpless smile on his lips.
Kiro: So I may not be able to accompany you on New Year’s Eve….
The cola candy suddenly turned into a bubble and shattered in the air with a loud “pop”.
I was playing with the pillow and my hand let go of it. I didn’t come back to my senses for a while. 
I needed to move my lips. Before I had time to say anything, Kiro threw the pillow aside and leaned directly in front of me. He knelt on the carpet, putting one hand on the back of mine, and making a swearing gesture with the other.
Kiro: I will come back to find you immediately after it ends, I promise! I’ll be there before midnight!
Kiro: If I can’t make it….
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Kiro lowered his eyes. After a short pause, he picked up the donut on the coffee table, held it in front of him, and winked at me.
Kiro: Then I will also look at you behind the camera and accompany you in the most special way on New Year’s Eve!
His smile is always so gentle, and his eyes are like gentle sunlight, as if he could envelop me even if he was separated by the camera.
MC: Then if you can’t come back, I will try my best to eat up the New Year’s Eve dinner alone!
MC: What! I can also take photos of all the delicious things and send them to you!
Kiro: How do I feel that you deliberately want to torture me?
MC: Haha~ You saw right through it!
Kiro smiled and squeezed my hand tighter, his focused gaze seemed to look into the deepest part of my heart.
The moment our eyes met, I felt that the sadness that I was hiding was completely seen by him and I quickly raised the corner of my mouth and smiled at him.
Kiro winked without saying anything. The next moment--
The distance between us suddenly became very close. So close that I could see the curl of his eyelashes and I could see myself in his eyes.
Kiro: I’ve thought about it. Let’s give our New Year’s gifts to each other in advance!
The distance at this moment became increasingly smaller and our breaths were almost entangled. 
Between the lighting and the room, I quickly raised the pillow, blocking Kiro’s face!
MC: Wait, wait a minute! Whatever it is, give it to me on New Year’s Eve!
Kiro held my hand, the barrier that was blocking his face was removed by him. He blinked innocently. I felt that my cheeks were too hot but I had to bite the bullet and look at Kiro in front of me.
MC: If you can’t come back, I’ll find you….
MC: This is so you can prepare with peace of mind. After it ends, we will have the New Year’s Eve dinner together!
Kiro was taken aback for a moment and that little surprise immediately turned into a huge smile. His azure blue eyes were like a clear sky, washing away all my shame and disappointment.
He took my hand and gently kissed the back of it. The temperature bloomed from where his lips touched.
Kiro: Well, that settles it. I will prepare an even grander gift to give to you!
Kiro: When the time comes, you must accept all orders from me.
[END]
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honeybvnnyy · 3 years
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stray kids when their s/o is pregnant with multiples—
written by: 🐝
genre: fluff
warnings: pregnancy, swearing
thank you to @mrsunshine999 for requesting this!!
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bang chan ♡
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• chan’s so prepared to be a father!!
• he’s terrified, as most first time parents usually are, but he’s so so so SO excited to be having kids with you
• he’s even happier when he finds out you’re having twins
• “i want more 🥺🥺”
• “they haven’t even cOME OUT YET-“
• “could u squeeze out more babies please 🥺🥺🥺”
• chan is sosososo protective of you
• it’s really sweet actually
• he’s always touching you in some way, just wanting to make sure you and the babies nearby
• chan likes to touch ur bump
• like,, A LOT,,,
• if he could choose, he’d never let go ☺️☺️
• chan definitely spends a lot of his spare time thinking of names for ur kids
• unfortunately, neither of you can seem to agree on anything
• you both decide to wait until after the babies are born to come up with something
minho ♡
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• okay so y’all are having triplets
• he’s thrilled
• get used to ridiculous name ideas tho,,
• “babe...”
• “yes, minnie?”
• “could we pleeeeaaase call the babies soonie, doongie and dori??”
• you: 😐😐😐
• minho: 👁👄👁
• “absolutely not”
• “bABE PLEASE-“
• much like chan, he’s fiercely protective of u
• if anyone so much as looks at u the wrong way, they’re getting a shoe thrown at their head
• and when ur babies are finally born he’s the same
• one of his cousins said the babies weren’t even that cute and i’m pretty sure he burst a blood vessel trying to suppress the urge to throw a table or smth 👀👀
changbin ♡
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• not to roast him or anything but when the sonographer said y’all were having quadruplets he passed out,, in the middle of the sonography room,,,
• “can you check again??”
• “sir i’ve checked 1000 times, i’m certain-“
• “just chECK AGAIN-“
• once changbin got over the initial anxiety, he was over the moon about it
• “damn, is my sperm on steroids or smth??”
• “changbin pls 😭😭”
• he’s seriously caring tho
• he always makes sure you’re on time to your prenatal classes and doctors appointments
• and he’s all read up on the latest child rearing tips and tricks 😌😌😌
• but absolutely expect changbin to pop ur pregnancy ball from bouncing on it too hard
• (we all know changbin has a phat ass)
hyunjin ♡
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• you were both really nervous about having triplets, but hyunjin more so than you
• mostly bc he felt so powerless
• you were carrying T H R E E babies when most people only have O N E
• so he promised himself that he’d be there for every moment of your pregnancy, holding your hand every step of the way just to make sure you never felt intimidated or alone
• 😭😭😭 don’t mind me 😭😭😭😭 just sobbing over hyunjin 😭😭😭😭😭
• he buys designer baby clothes all 👏the 👏time👏
• u try and tell him to slow down but he doesn’t listen
• “c’moooon, we’re having triplets! we’re gonna need lots of baby clothes!”
• “not designer baby clothes! they’re just gonna poop and puke all over them!”
• “idc, no child of mine will be dressing like some n00b”
jisung ♡
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• ur pregnancy was quite a tough one
• you both knew it was likely gonna be that way, but that didn’t stop it from being any less difficult
• “these kids kick too damn much”
• “c’mon, it’s a good thing they’re kicking. it means they’re healthy and active.”
• “that’s not the issue, it’s that they’re kicking each other and i’m getting caught in the crossfire”
• “do you need me to have a word with them?”
• “sure?” 🤨🤨
• “hey, you two. quit fighting”
• *the babies continue to beat the crap out of each other, elliciting a groan from you”
• “don’t make me come in there! i’m your father and you will listen to me.”
• it didn’t help much but it’s the thought that counts
• (dad!jisung has me so soft 🐝)
• on a similar note, jisung ALWAYS knows how to lift ur mood when ur feeling particularly hormonal or sensitive
• whether it’s giving you a back massage and cuddles
• or just listening to you vent
• jisung tries his hardest to be a supportive presence bc having twins is a big deal and not everyone knows what ur going through
felix ♡
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• being pregnant with triplets was an experience to say the absolute least
• ur pregnancy was so w e i r d
• strong!! pregnancy!!! cravings!!!!
• onion rings with strawberry jam 🤢🤢
• pickle juice and vanilla icecream 🤢🤢🤢
• apple slices and mustard 🤢🤢🤢🤢
• felix insists on cooking for u
• he’s so disgusted by ur food cravings, but pretends not to be bc ur so sensitive that any sort of criticism will have you bawling ur eyes out
• and if you start crying, so does felix
• and then everyone starts crying
• felix is sosososoSO gentle with u
• he’s very careful not to wake you in the night
• and he’ll help you put ur shoes on and get dressed when u get too big to do it on ur own
• which he loves 💕❤️
• looking after you is a big thing for felix, especially with three babies on the way
seungmin ♡
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• he had this weird premonition/feeling/dream that y’all were gonna have a lot of kids
• but seungmin could NOT have comprehended that y’all were having quadruplets,,,
• he’s similar to changbin in that he was in a state of shock and disbelief when he found out (unsurprisingly) but it didn’t take long for him to get used to the idea of it
• bc quadruplet pregnancies tend to be shorter, he wanted to get all the important stuff out of the way first
• like putting together the nursery
• he enlisted the help of his group members bc there was just so much stuff to put together
• chan, hyunjin, minho and changbin got the most stuff done, whilst jisung, jeongin and felix sorta just fucked shit up
• you and seungmin sorta just watched from the sidelines like: 🤭😮
• making sure that you felt confident in yourself as a parent was really important to him
• which brings me to this cute fact: seungmin compliments and praises you ALL👏THE👏TIME👏
• “you’re so good at this!”
• “your bump looks so cute, i’m gonna rlly miss it”
• “our kids are rlly lucky to have u as their parent”
jeongin ♡
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• jeongin couldn’t make it to the first scan because the weather was so awful and no bus would take him, so you went on your own and called him after to tell him the good news
• “we’re having TWO babies??? in one go???”
• “yes, innie, we’re having twins!!”
• “but I’M a baby!! can u really handle two more???”
• as much as you two both like to joke, ur pregnancy really matured him as a person
• jeongin was determined to be the best possible father for his children, no questions asked 😌😌
• so he read all the books.....
• and went to all the prenatal yoga classes.......
• and did all the things you’re supposed to do.......
• but, for jeongin, that didn’t quite feel like enough
• he only felt ready to be a parent when he spoke with his dad and grandpa, who both confided in him that they felt just as unprepared and inadequate as he did and that’s sorta just a part of being a parent
• fortunately, that gave him a lot more confidence
• and when your due date came, he handled everything so calm and confidently
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mcwriting · 3 years
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The Marriage Project (9)
I’m back with anotha one! Sorry it’s taken so ridiculously long! I’ve been soooo busy that sitting down and writing or even formatting has been such a challenge. Please enjoy this chapter!
*also i watched Cherry and Tom was so good in it I’m- that film messed me up a lil bit but like it was so good. Also I’ve loved Ciara since btr and now I’m just insanely jealous and love her even more ugh 
Story Masterlist
Word Count: 2333
Warnings: Some language? I can’t think of anything else
% approximately the 3rd week of October %
Friday evening, the volleyball team arrived at the town regionals were being held at, about an hour away. You were staying in a hotel again, and as before, Julia was your buddy.
After having spent the evening laughing and having fun, your whole hotel room group was about to head up the stairs.
“Hey, y/n. Do you mind staying back for a minute?” Julia asked.
“Oh, sure. We’ll meet you guys upstairs,” you called to the other two, who waved back nonchalantly and continued walking. Julia and you went back to some empty seats near the lobby.
“What’s up?” you asked, smiling.
“Well… Sam told me he caught you and Tom yesterday and I just wanted to ask you about it…”
Your smile faltered.
“What’s there to talk about? I told him that Tom sprayed me with water so I got back at him by soaking the back of his shirt. There’s nothing more to say.”
“Well, yeah, he told me that but he also mentioned that you stayed for dinner? And met Nikki’s parents last weekend? Not trying to imply anything, but I didn’t meet their grandparents until Sam and I had been dating for like 6 months.”
You were getting annoyed, considering this was the second person in two days to ask you about Tom.
“I didn’t just meet them over nothing! Nikki took my senior pictures at the same time as Tom’s and wanted to do them there. I was just tagging along for the ride.”
“You know he’s also coming to state next weekend, right? If we pass through tomorrow?”
He is?
“Uh, no I didn’t. Doesn’t he have football stuff to worry about? It’s also Halloween next weekend, like he’d miss out on the big party.”
“They have a bye next week. Sam is going to come and I guess Tom is taking him, but Nikki might come too? I’m not sure. I guess you’d better ask him. Anyways, I just wanted to clear things up since there were all those rumors today,” she said, starting to get up.
“Wait, wai- Rumors? I never heard anything. Like about me?”
“You haven’t heard? I guess one of the freshman girls who has a massive crush on Tom was stalking Nikki’s website last night and saw some pictures of the two of you. A bunch of people think you’re dating now.”
You felt yourself pale.
“Oh no, and she changed one picture after Tom asked her to. Do you know what the picture was?”
“Something about him carrying you..? I never saw it, why?”
“Great. Now everyone is going to think she changed it because a secret got out or something. Ughhhh I just wish this stupid marriage project had never happened and I would never be in this mess.”
Julia looked at you contemplatively for a moment.
“Think of it this way, you and Tom are friends now, right?” you apprehensively nodded. “If it weren’t for that project, you two would still be fighting all the time and you wouldn’t have had the incredible Nikki Holland taking your pictures. Everyone can just get over themselves, you know?”
You snorted, then grinned.
“Yeah I guess so. You know, you’re annoyingly wise beyond your years,” you stated. “Now let’s get back upstairs. We have a long day ahead of us.”
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Placing first at regionals meant two things: you were going to state, and everyone was congratulating you again when Monday came.
They also kinda looked at you funny when Tom high fived you in the hallway as he passed by, but you had decided to follow Julia’s advice and stop caring about the rumors people were spreading. 
Once the morning announcements ended, your calculus teacher stood up, a small paper stack in hand.
“Okay, everyone, since I’m your first period teacher and homecoming is next week, today you get to cast your nomination votes. Y’all know the drill: three guys, three girls for king and queen. Try to make it fast, we have a lot to do today.”
She walked around handing out half-sheets of paper with six lines on them. You and Tom immediately looked at each other.
“We nominating each other?” Tom asked before you could.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” you joked, filling out the sheet with both of your names and four others.
In home ec, you sat next to Tom cutting fabric for yet another project you had to do together, thinking about something Julia had mentioned.
“Hey, I gotta ask you something. Is it true you’re going to the capital this weekend for our state tournament?” you asked.
“Oh, yeah. This is our bye week and I promised Sam I’d go with him and mom. Plus, we can work on the project when you’re free.”
“You do realize that’s like a four hour drive, right? I mean it’s Halloween this weekend. Wouldn’t you rather make an appearance at Johnny’s big blowout?”
“Eh, it won’t be that great. I mean his place isn’t even that big and it’s in town. There’s literally no way it won’t get busted within the first half hour. The homecoming party at Tyler’s however… that’s gonna be insane.”
“Okay Johnny’s trash party aside, you really would rather spend your one free weekend of the season four hours away watching girls play volleyball then at home doing… whatever it is you do. And please don’t tell me you watch the ‘hub in your spare time.”
“Come on, y/n I’m not an animal. Even without the tight uniforms volleyball is really cool.” 
You backhanded his arm at the comment.
“Plus, I don’t need any videos to get myself off,” he added, smirking.
“You disgust me.”
“You know you love me.”
“Hmm. Debatable,” you shot back dryly, earning a chuckle and shoulder bump from him as you finally cracked.
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At lunch, your friends were discussing the Halloween party when you sat down.
“Okay we really need to figure out what to wear this weekend, and we’re not going as playboy bunnies like Daisy and all her group,” said one girl.
“Well I say we dress as frat boys. It’s funny, not super sexual, and we all know half the guys are going to rush next year,” suggested Caroline.
“I like it, but what if we went a step further and dressed as dads. You know, hawaiian shirts, khaki shorts, socks and sandals. That would be hilarious. What do you think, y/n?” said Alexis.
“Sorry ladies, I won’t be there. We have state this weekend at the capital so as always, we’re driving down Friday after school. I will be at Tyler’s homecoming thing next weekend. Also, I do really like the dad thing, but I vote y’all do Guy Fieri.”
“Wait why is that literally genius,” Alexis said as the others agreed. “Of course it would suck to take your idea without you even getting to do it.”
“You guys really think I care? Just credit me in your insta captions. I’ll make the team put ribbons with flames on them in their ponytails Saturday.”
“Okay now we have to do it,” a different friend said.
“Hey, at least you won’t have to worry about Tom. I’m sure he’ll be at the party,” Caroline said. You wrinkled your nose.
“Yeah about that… His brother’s girlfriend is on the team so he’s going, too. I’m the one that’ll be seeing him instead of you guys but whatever. We’ll need to work on our project anyways.”
“Don’t you think that’ll fuel the fires people are already spreading about you? A good portion of the school thinks you’re secretly together now,” added the first friend from before. 
“People are going to believe whatever the hell they want. I honestly don’t care anymore. Oh! By the way, did I tell you guys that some freshman was the one spreading shit about me Friday? The nerve those kids have,” you said.
“Wait, what? It was a freshman that was trying to tell everyone y’all are together? Ugh why would anyone believe them?” Alexis asked, incredulous.
“I know, right? Apparently she’s like obsessed with Tom or something. She must have a backwards way of thinking if she believes spreading fake rumors will make him want her. Jokes on her when she has to see us together on homecoming court. He’s just as likely to be voted as I am, maybe even more.”
The group all laughed and continued talking about random things, and you mentally wiped the sweat from your brow now that the conversation was shifted from you and Tom.
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You were nervously bouncing your leg before calculus Friday morning. You’d gotten to school early to make certain you would be there for the announcements, which is when they would be releasing the list of nominees.
Tom came in a couple minutes before the bell, hair still wet from his post workout shower. Usually he blow dried it, and he obviously noticed you looking at his curls, your knee bouncing anxiously.
“Got out of the weight room late so I rushed over here. What are you wired up about, princess?”
“Do I really have to tell you? Homecoming noms.”
“You’re actually nervous about that? Everyone knows you’re already at the top of the list.”
“Uh, no, that’s you. After everything that’s happened the past few weeks, there’s no telling how people feel about me.”
“Oh you’ll be fine. I know it,” Tom finished. You wanted to disagree with him further, but then the bell rang and announcements began. After the general daily stuff, they got to the part everyone was waiting for. 
You were on the edge of your seat. The disembodied voice began with the underclassmen’s court nominations, eventually working up to the senior king contestants.
“Alright, first up in the running for kings we have… Tuwaine Barrett!”
Tuwaine was a cool dude. He played basketball and was in theatre. You were happy to see him nominated.
“Next up we’ve got Harrison Osterfield!”
Ugh. I’d rather abdicate the throne than end up against him.
“And finally for the boys, Tom Holland!”
A small cheer went up in your classroom as people congratulated Tom and patted him on the back. You gave him a high five.
“And now for the ladies. First on the list is Zendaya Coleman!”
Ah Zendaya. You were never that close, but she was always nice when you’d had classes with her. She was way taller than you, a star player on the basketball and softball teams. Not to mention she was insanely gorgeous. This was already some stiff competition.
“Second, we have Daisy Ridley!”
And of course another likely contender. Daisy, who was planning on going to that evening’s Halloween party as a playboy bunny, was a cheerleader. She didn’t fit every aspect of the cheer stereotype, like the fact that she was actually really smart, but she definitely wasn’t the nicest person either.
“And finally, your last nominee for homecoming queen is… y/n y/l/n!”
It took a second to fully process that it was you they were talking about until there were people cheering you on like they’d done for Tom. He reciprocated the high five.
“What’d I tell you princess? Or shall I say queen.”
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Tom was leaving football practice after the bell when a few of his buddies appeared next to him to walk across the parking lot.
They were talking when Tom saw you all loading the bus, and you sent each other a wave.
“Damn, y/n’s not gonna be at the party tonight? That’s rough, she always has the dopest costumes. ‘Least you will. What are you going as?” one guy, Jake, said.
“Did I not tell you? I’m going out of town. Won’t be there. I totally would’ve been Spider-Man though,” Tom explained.
“Wait you won’t be there tonight either?” another, Chris, asked. “You’re gonna miss out on some major exposure for homecoming votes.”
“Oh yeah, right. I’m pretty sure things are in the bag for me. I’ll just be gone tonight and tomorrow. Promised Sam I’d go to the volleyball thing with him.”
“Wait, wait, wait. You. Are going to the capital. Which is four hours away. At the same time as y/n. Am I hearing this right?” Jake asked as they finally reached their cars.
“Oh shut up, man. It’s not like that. Yeah we’ll be at the same place this weekend but whatever. We’re cool with each other now.”
“Cool? Is that code for ‘I want to make out every time I look at her?’” interjected Chris. He and Jake gave each other a look and laughed.
“Ugh, no. I’d kiss a salmon before I kissed y/n. I just meant we’ve come to an understanding and are somewhat friends now.”
They both looked at him funny.
“So you mean to tell me that there’s nothing going on between you two? Yeah right. We’ve all seen the way you look at her at games,” Jake said suggestively.
“What is up with you and everyone else at this school thinking there’s more to the story?! We are fake married for a school project and are nothing more than friends. You’re crazy to think otherwise.”
“Who are you planning on asking to the dance?” Chris asked, seemingly out of nowhere.
“What? What do you mean? I haven’t even thought about it.”
“I’m asking who you’ll take to homecoming. It’s y/n, isn’t it?”
“No. No, it’s not, because I haven’t asked anyone.”
“Would you go with her?” Chris continued, pressing in.
“I mean I guess so. If we’re voted king and queen then it’ll basically be an obligation.”
“And if you’re not?”
“Dude why are you asking all these questions! If she isn’t queen then I’ll go with whoever is. If I’m not king, I’ll just go solo and see what happens. Whatever, though, I need to get home. I’ll see you guys Monday,” Tom finished.
He walked off to his car, where his brothers were impatiently waiting.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! Again, sorry for my inactivity but I’m hoping that writing will be a little easier as one of my classes was a half semester and I’ll now have a little more buffer room to write!
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Touma and Tsurugi
Aight, so. I have had this post sitting in my drafts for AGES, contemplating whether I should even post it or not, and... I think I will.
Time to talk a bit about what is probably the most controversial character in Servamp, outside of a certain yippee ki-yay motherfucker. I’m partially writing this as part of my own means of moving forward, so forgive me if this seems disjointed or spacey. Unlike my other posts, which are written in one sitting, this one’s going to be strewn together over the course of multiple days. Formatting might be a little wonky too because of that, especially since I haven’t been feeling at 100% these last few days.
Anyway! Let’s hop into it! In usual Kat format, this probably won’t make much sense! Preemptive warning for all the usual stuff that comes parcel and package with Touma and Tsurugi. Child abuse, neglect, PTSD, you know. All that... Fun stuff... Not all of these are mentioned or even implied but... Yeah. Just in case. Under the cut because it is Very Long.
Gonna also preface this by saying that I am not, by any means, excusing Touma’s actions or behavior. I’m taking him to task today and tearing the dude apart because he’s such a well crafted depiction of how abusers can love the people they hurt, and how they can be sympathetic because they are human, while still being awful, and I want more people to appreciate that. You don’t have to like him by any means. Lord knows I don’t.
But it’s also disingenuous to write him off as a villain hellbent on hurting others for the sake of hurting, especially when that’s exactly what he wants people to think of him.
Touma’s cruelty and his stubborn refusal to rely on anyone but himself is absolutely a defense mechanism meant to protect himself from those with seemingly kind intentions. The man grew up in an incredibly abusive household, where physical and emotional abuse was the norm. Like a hedgehog, he spikes himself up, lashes out at those around him with his words, digging into any weak point he can manage to find because if he doesn’t let anyone in, if he keeps the curtains closed shut, he will be safe, he will be safe, no one will ever have the power to hurt him again.
Like, no healthy person acts like that. He wants people to think he’s vile. He wants people to hate him. He’s, in his own words, “a villain with a pedigree.”
And then there’s his relationship with Tsurugi, and how that plays out. Despite how awfully he’s been treated, Tsurugi... Wants to stay with him. Not because he can’t imagine any other way of existing. Oh, he knows it’s there. He can leave any time he wants to. If he gave even the slightest of inklings that he wanted out from under Touma’s thumb... Junichiro and Yumikage would grab him and go. We even see Yumi offer within canon to pay off all of Tsurugi’s debts, which are... The thing tying him to Touma the most, from an outsider’s perspective.
He wants to stay because... Touma is his family. Because if he’s a godawful person who abused the hell out of him... He’s still his savior and someone he cares for deeply. Even when, by all rights, he’d be better off kicking him to the curb.
Truth be told, back when we all thought Touma was dead, I was actually really disappointed in that particular story decision. It seemed like such a copout way to deal with him as a character! Like, having the abuser sacrifice their life to save their victim as one final act of grand redemption and proof that they were a “good person” all along... Fuck off with that! I want Touma to live. I want him to live and grow and become better than he was, but to always know, in the back of his mind, what he has done and who he has hurt and how he made someone he loves suffer.
And I’m glad that we’ve already seen a tiny glimpse of change in him, when he removes Tsurugi’s collar. He sets him free. And that made me so happy.
Going to get a little Too Real with y’all right now, but I... Spent the majority of my formative years in an abusive home. I’ll spare you the details, but my mother and step-father were not... Good people. I met with my mother again when I was 13, and I was ecstatic, because that’s my mom! She was my mom, and I loved her. Less than a year later, though... She vanished. Promised she would only be gone for a year and then... Nothing.
I was fine with that. I was hurt, but I could live with it, because she had already abandoned me before. What I couldn’t forgive, though, what I couldn’t overlook, was her doing that to my little sister. At least, I thought I couldn’t... If I’m honest with myself? I know that, if she ever came back into my life, I’d hug her neck and cry and tell her how much I missed her, and beg her not to leave again.
The story of Touma and Tsurugi... Is one that resonates with me on a very deep, very personal level.
I want Tsurugi to get the happy ending, and the happy family, I know will never be available to me in the form I want it to be.
I want Touma to grow, and to heal, and to overcome the hand life has dealt him and that he felt he had no other choice but to play with.
I could have easily become someone like Touma. Instead I am like Tsurugi, because I had people who loved me and wanted me to thrive despite my circumstances.
I talk a lot about this series, go so in depth with it and its characters, love it and this fandom and the people I have met through it so much because it... Has helped me grow, and it has helped me heal.
Which is fantastic! Because Servamp, at its core, is a story of healing. Of learning to let go of the past and move on towards a brighter future. It doesn't mean you have to forget where you came from... Just that your past doesn’t define you. There's always time to change.
Not even just with Touma and Tsurugi.
With Shuuhei and Sham. With Lust pair. With Lawless. With Kuro. With Sakuya. Even... With Mahiru. Every single time... There's something in their past holding them down and hurting them so terribly... And they can't grow as a person until they deal with it.
Servamp has helped me deal with mine. Thank you so much, everyone.
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ackermansupremacy · 3 years
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More Marley kids headcanons because I’m still in the second stage of grief
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Gabi still checks under her bed and closet for “monsters” before she sleeps
Zofia can SHRED a skateboard
Udo will sometimes lose his glasses and the four of them will spend like 20 minutes looking for them
Then realize they were on the top of his head the whole time
You once sent them to the convenience store to buy their own snacks
They came back two hours later and gave you your money back 💀
“Did you guys steal this stuff?” “No,” “....Then how did you buy it?”
Guess who ran into good ol Reiner at the store??
AND CONVINCED HIM THEY DIDN’T HAVE ANY MONEY LMAO
Falco is TERRIFIED of ghosts and the other three exploit that
He won’t watch ghost movies, he won’t go places where its been rumored theres a ghost there he will not RISK encountering one
If you put a white sheet over yourself and go BOO from behind a door he’ll scream super high pitched until he realizes its just Gabi behind a sheet
Gabi is terrified of Santa, the Easter bunny and the Tooth Fairy
Falco would NEVER exploit it
On christmas night she makes sure to light the fireplace in hopes that it will deter Santa only to get spooked christmas morning when she sees the gifts are still there
When she lost teeth as a little kid she would cry her eyes out and beg her mom to tell the tooth fairy to skip her that night
Zofia hates bugs more than anything on the planet
She keeps bug spray on her 24/7
Udo will pick them up and chase her around with them whenever they’re outside
Udo doesn’t have a lot of phobias but he draws the line at clowns
WHY do they have FAKE HAPPINESS FORCED AND PAINTED on their faces??
Its so unsettling to him
As little kids Falco once a clown at one of his birthday parties and he was never the same
Zofia just... attracts stray cats
They follow her around sometimes while shes walking to school or meeting up eith the other three
Shes named all of the ones in her neighborhood and feeds them
Gabi is a really good hip hop dancer but shes too embarrassed to show anyone
Falco’s favorite movie is The Bee Movie and yes they watch it whenever they have sleepovers
Udo has the voice of an angel and sings in the shower
And will just about pass away from embarassment if you tell him you heard him
Falco helps his elderly neighbors all the time and in return they give his vegetables from their gardens
The four of them are kids, so naturally theyre not the biggest fan of vegetables, especially Gabi
But she will eat a whole cucumber without even cutting it and just carry it around with her which is shocking, because if it was up to her she would live off of cheetos and energy drinks
Since theyre all under 5’0 they like to climb Reiner like a tree and hang off of his shoulders
Speaking of climbing trees
The four of them decided to climb some trees in your backyard and Udo ended up climing up so high that he was too scared to jump down
So Gabi pushed him out of it 💀
But at least he had Falco break his fall
Udo broke his classes and had a straight breakdown over it
They held his hands while leading him back to the house even though his vision isn’t that bad 💀
They felt SO guilty about it
When he went back inside crying to you asking if you could fix them
You just pulled out his spare pair
And they all almost cried out of relief
That was the first time you ever had to have a conversation with them about common sense 💀
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Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE I’M WRITING MORE OF THESE EVENTUALLY THEY ARE SO FUN TO WRITE FOR
Even though i haven’t forgiven canon Gabi for what she did (and likely never will LMAO) MODERN AU GABI IS MY GIRL AND I’LL KEEP WRITING FOR HER 😤
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Rumor Has It - Tom Holland (High School AU)
Pairing:  Jock!Tom x Musical!Reader, BFF!Haz x Reader
This is my entry for @t-holland2080‘s writing challenge, but since I took a writing break from here, I didn't write it. The prompt was an Adele related quote and tbf, I've had this idea for about a month. So, I thought of mixing them up together. I've been re-watching Glee. Hence, the high school au and the Glee inspired stuff throughout this one shot.
Prompt: "You're so dramatic." "That's rich coming from the person who acts like everything is an Adele song."
Add yourself to my taglist if you’re cool x
5.3k words omg lmao hope y’all enjoy I guess
Part 2
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Rumors. No one liked them, but every day there seemed to be a rumor made up by someone. Rumors tear other people down in a lot of ways. The idea of lies spreading everywhere wasn't ideal for everyone, yet people seem to really believe them. No one knows who starts a new rumor and no one knows how they come up with it. Rumors are basically the outcome of a person's creativity put into terrible, terrible use.
Last week, someone spread a rumor about you getting your lips fixed even though you didn't. Whoever said it was clearly false, because you wouldn't want to put your talent at risk even though it wouldn't really affect your voice.
The rumors had different themes every week. Last week, it was all about someone getting any part of their body changed. This week, however, was all about break ups. Of course, your relationship with Tom wasn't spared by that rumor.
You were dating a popular guy. Of course they'll be rumors about you two breaking up. Only this time, it felt real.
Everyday you felt like Tom was slipping away from you and you didn't want that. You didn't want your favorite person out of your life yet. You've only been dating for a year and a half and you actually planned to have a future with him. You were sure.
You already had everything planned out. You were moving to New York to pursue your Broadway dreams and Tom would move with you. Both of you were applying for colleges there and you were so excited.
You were settling with him. The only question you asked yourself every night was: 'Is Tom settling for me too?' You weren't stupid, though. You knew you were losing him to the captain of the cheer leading squad. How cliché, right? He would always talk about her, he would talk to her, walk her to class and go as far as comparing her to you. It hurt. What hurt most was that he didn't even notice he was doing all of those things.
"So what'll you do with the whole Tom and what's-her-name thing?" Harrison asked you when you both entered the glee club's classroom. "I know this week's rumor is all about break ups and shit. I don't even know why rumors have themes but it is what it is, I guess. But anyway, I heard from Lauren who heard from Samantha who heard from Dylan who heard from Adam that Tom was leaving you for her."
You sighed and shook your head, "Let's not talk about it, okay? But I'm expecting that he'll break up with me soon. I mean, I won't be surprised because the rumors of our break up are beginning to come true."
"Just know that no matter what happens, I'm here for you." Harrison smiled as both of you took your seat. You looked at him and smiled as you took his hand in yours and squeezed it. It was your way of saying thank you.
This week's glee club assignment was to sing an Adele song and you loved it. You loved Adele. Her songs held so much angst and you live for it. Sometimes, you thought that Adele was taking over your life because some of her songs matched every situation in your life.
Out of all of Adele's songs, you didn't know what to sing. Thankfully, Tom helped you out by breaking up with you the next day over the phone.
"Tom, we had plans for New York!" You pleaded.
Tom rolled his eyes and huffed, "Those are YOUR plans! If you want to move to New York so much, then move there with your loser best friend, Harvey!"
"His name is Harrison-"
"I don't fucking care. Move there with him if you want to move there so much. I want to move to L.A. I don't fit in at New York, Y/N." Tom sighed. "We both want different things and with her, it's different in a good way. We both want the same things and I can see myself having a great future with her."
"What about me?" You asked softly.
"What about you?" Tom furrowed his eyebrows. He just wanted to end the conversation already because he was preparing to get ready for a date.
"A-At some point, " You started. "Did you ever see yourself having a great future with me?"
Tom paused for a second and thought about it. Did he? Sure, he loved you at some point and he cared about you. He didn't know when he stopped. But he knew that he still cared about you. You were his first real girlfriend.
"I, uh, honestly? Of course I did. We've been together for a year and a half and I loved you and cared about you. Please don't doubt that." Tom answered.
"Well, what does she have that I don't?" You questioned even though you wished he wouldn't answer it because it would hurt you.
"She's all the things you're not, Y/N." Tom said. "She's not too focused on her career. She's not too competitive and she doesn't sing show tunes all the fucking time."
You stayed quiet as tears streamed down your face. 'So that's what he thinks of me.' You thought to yourself.
"Look, Y/N. I'm really really sorry." Tom said through the phone as you cried your eyes out. "I loved you. I really did, but I don't love you anymore. There's someone-"
"There's someone else. I know. It's the cheer leading captain." You cried. "I get it, though. She has everything that I don't have and it makes sense how you'd go after a girl like her because both of you are perfect for each other. But just remember that there's one thing I can do that she can't."
"What's that?"
"She can't love you like I can. But you're willing to throw that away so goodbye, Thomas." You sniffed and wiped your tears away with your free hand.
"Bye, Y/N. Don't be a stra-"
You quickly hung up and cried. You hastily called Harrison and he went to your house as soon as he could with post-break up items. When he arrived, he ran straight to your room and you pulled him in for a hug.
"He's an asshole, I swear!" Harrison said as he pulled away and put the stuff he brought on your bed. You wiped your tears and looked at it, "What the hell is that?"
"It's a post-break up kit that I made." Harrison proudly said. "I know it's a little big than a usual kit but I don't know what else to call it. Inside, there's a bottle of wine, some popcorn, chips and a ton of flyers from different pizza places all stapled together for when you want to buy some pizza."
"That's so thoughtful of you." You chuckled. "What made you do this?"
"Well, my sister had her first ever heartbreak a few months back and as her older brother, it's my job to make sure she gets treated the way men should treat her. Then my cousin got heartbroken and I gave her a post-break up kit too. She told me it works." Harrison smiled. "You're my third customer, y'know. I refuse to let my favorite girl get heartbroken over some guy."
"Hey, he's not just some guy." You argued as you peeked inside the post-break up kit.
"Fine. He's not." Harrison said as he got the stapled flyers from the kit. "He may not be just some guy for you, but you're just some girl for him. I don't want my best friend to be just some girl. In fact, I don't want the girls in my life; my mum, my sister, my cousin, my niece when she grows up or who else, become just 'some girl' to some guy who can't appreciate what they have. All of you are special and you all deserve to feel special because all of you are amazing." He looked at you as you sat down on your bed. He sat next to you.
"I'm sorry if it sounded harsh, but you deserve the truth and the truth always hurts. I'm just keeping it real with you." He added.
You sighed, "I just- I miss being his, y'know? I miss being his girl, his everything and all that."
Harrison scoffed and shook his head, "In case you didn't know, you haven't been his girl ever since he started looking at what's-her-name's way. You haven't been his girl ever since he didn't walk you home. You haven't been his girl when he didn't pick you up after glee club meetings and you haven't been his girl when when started comparing her to you."
"You deserve better than that, Y/N. I know it's not my place to say anything at all, but you should've left him when he started slipping away because that's when it usually starts." Harrison said and suddenly the wall started to look interesting to him. "They start slipping away but you stay because you believe that they'll come to their senses and come back. But they don't. Then you blame yourself for not being good enough when they leave you. It's always like that. So, if you ever feel like someone's slipping away from you, just leave and make your life easier."
"I don't know what to say except you're right." You nodded. "Also, you're so dramatic." You chuckled as you looked at each other.
Harrison playfully rolled his eyes and smiled, "That's rich coming from the person who acts like everything is an Adele song."
"Speaking of Adele, I know what to sing for the glee club assignment." You said as you took out the bottle of wine from the kit Harrison gave you.
"And what song would that be?" Harrison asked.
"Someone Like You." You said as you stood up and walked out of your room to get two glasses for your wine.
When you left, Harrison said to himself, "Huh. Queen shit right there. I love that fucking song. Now, I don't know what to fucking sing for the assignment."
You came back in the room and Harrison said, "I'll order us pizza."
"Okay. Thanks." You smiled.
When Monday came, it was hard to look at Tom because he was with that girl he left you for. Lucky for you, Harrison was there and never left your side. When the time for glee club came, you told your teacher that you were ready to sing your song.
"I heard that you settled down, that you found a girl and you're married now." You sang beautifully and everyone was in awe. Especially Harrison. It was at that moment that he knew he liked you and that he'll do anything for you.
"Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead." You ended the song and smiled as everyone clapped. You went back to your seat next to Harrison and he smiled at you.
"You were great." Harrison grinned. "I think you'll do just fine without Tom."
You smiled at him and didn't say anything. Eventually, he was right. You were able to move on from Tom after two weeks of moping around for him. You realized you didn't want to waste your time in moping around for some guy who left you for someone else. Great stars became great stars when they were single.
Rumors. Rumors spread everywhere and they spread all the time. This week's theme of rumors were about new couples. Of course, Tom and that other girl were being talked about. They were the new 'it couple'. Rumors about you and Harrison dating were being surfaced. Of course, you didn't confirm nor deny them. No one should really care whether you two were together or not.
The truth was, you only went out on a couple of dates which you both enjoyed. You and Harrison weren't official yet, though. You were taking it slow.
On the flip side, Tom was bothered that you seemed to have forgotten all about him. He thought you would beg for him and he was kind of hurt that you didn't beg for him. It hurt his ego.
So when you were alone one day, Tom approached you when he saw you putting your things in your locker. "Hey Y/N." Tom smiled at you.
You looked at him and raised an eyebrow at him. It was weird that he spoke to you at all after the break up. He was the one who broke up with you over the phone and it confused you that he was talking to you. "Um, what do you want?" You asked.
"Ouch. Is that how you talk to the love of your life?" Tom put a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.
You rolled your eyes and closed your locker as you clutched your book tighter, "You haven't been the love of my life for, like, two weeks now. Get over yourself, Holland. If you're to ask help in studying, I won't help you. That's what your girlfriend is for. You told me that she's all the things I'm not. So, I assume that she's smarter than me."
Tom was about to talk when Harrison interrupted and looked between you and Tom, "What's going on here?"
You've never been more relieved in your life. You smiled at Harrison and shook your head, "Nothing important."
Harrison nodded and turned to you, "C'mon! I promised I'd take you out for lunch today."
You grinned, "Oh, right!"
"You'd love the place, I swear!" He offered his hand to you and you happily grabbed it.
"Bye, Thomas." You smiled politely before Harrison dragged you out of school. You laughed causing Harrison to laugh too.
Tom watched both of you leave the school premises and frowned. You've never rejected him before. He kind of always expected you to choose him all the time above all circumstances and he was surprised that you didn't. What did Harrison have that he didn't? He knew it was kind of silly to react this way, but he wasn't used to it. Right now, he hated Harrison for changing you. He never really had a problem with Harrison before, but right now Harrison was his enemy because he stole you away from him.
Tom had been acting weird around you lately and you wanted to file a restraining order, but Harrison said it was too much. At this point, you've been going out on dates with Harrison two months now. Both of you wanted to make it official, but both of you didn't know that.
"I'm sorry I can't attend glee club today and walk you home." Harrison said guiltily. You shook your head and said, "Haz, it's alright. Your family is important and tell Charlotte I said good luck."
Harrison smiled, "I will. Don't enjoy glee club too much without me."
"Trust me when I tell you that I won't enjoy it all without you. You make my glee club experience easier and more fun." You looked at him and tucked your hair behind your ear.
Harrison laughed and shook his head, "Oh, I could just kiss you right now!"
Your jaw dropped and his eyes widened in realization. You looked at each other and he spoke up, "Uh, forget I said anything."
"Did you mean it?" You asked. Harrison sighed and nodded. You smiled and said, "Kiss me, then."
"But I thought we were taking it slow? I don't want to force you in any-"
"Shut up and kiss me, Haz! We've been going on dates for two months now. I think it's time we make it official." You chuckled. "So if you want to kiss me so bad, go ahead, Osterfield. I dare you."
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Fuck yeah!”
He smirked and leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You kissed back and smiled through the kiss. Both of you pulled away and blushed.
"Okay, Charlotte will kill me if I'm late to watch her performance. I'll text you, okay?" Harrison held your hand and placed a kiss on it. "See you tomorrow!"
"Okay. Tell me all about it." You grinned as you watched him leave the school. You turned around to walk to the glee club's room and bumped into Tom.
"Where's your best friend? I don't see him around." Tom said as he put his hands in his pockets.
"My BOYFRIEND just left. He had to leave to watch his sister's performance at school." You told him and went around him to leave. Tom grabbed your wrist and you sighed, "What now, Thomas? Isn't Madison going to be jealous or something? I really don't have time for drama in my life."
"Leave Harrison. I want to be with you again." Tom blurted out and you laughed, "Sure, you do. Bye now." He let go of your wrist and you walked away and went to glee club.
It's been three days since that encounter with Tom and Harrison wasn't pleased with what happened. You assured him that you wouldn't leave him for Tom no matter what happens. You and Harrison have been rehearsing non-stop for sectionals with the rest of your glee club and today's the day that you'll perform.
All of you were backstage getting ready and Tom made his way to you. He huffed and he saw you kissing Harrison so he cleared his throat causing both of you to pull away. Harrison glared at Tom, but he didn't want to start a fight. He was better than that.
Harrison pecked your lips and said, "I'll check with Mike, okay?"
You smiled and nodded. He left and you looked at Tom with your arms crossed, "What're you doing here?"
"I'm here to see you perform. It's a big crowd out there." Tom chuckled as he handed you a bouquet of flowers. "These are for you."
You took them and set it on the vanity, "Thanks. You never came to any of my performances so why are you really here?"
"I came to watch you perform. I realized that I haven't really been supportive of you when we were dating and I wanted that to change. And if you liked New York so much, I'm willing to do long distance and I could visit you whenever I can." Tom explained.
"It's too late for that, don't you think?" You laughed. "Besides, we don't match. L.A. screams your name and New York screams mine. New York also screams Harrison's name and we already agreed that we'd move there together. You have Madison now and you're the one who broke up with me, Tom. Not the other way around."
"I know, but I'm leaving her for you. I'm planning to." Tom said.
"What the hell is your goal here? You came all this way to tell me this?" You asked. You were annoyed and kind of pissed. You just wanted to perform now, but the fifteen minute intermission was taking too long to end.
He shrugged, "Well, yeah. I know that once you leave him for me, you'll be all over me and we could be happy again. Then maybe I could convince you to move to L.A. instead of New York. Broadway is dead, anyway. You could audition for tv or movie roles and-"
"No, Tom!" You hissed. "Broadway is my calling. I've been preparing my whole life for Broadway and you can't take that away from me. If you want to move to L.A., that's on you. Don't drag me into it and I won't leave him for you. If leaving your partner for someone else is your cup of tea, then leave me out of it. I can't do that to Harrison. He's amazing and we're moving to New York together and that’s final."
"Show time, everyone!" a voice called out. You looked at Tom and said, "You're welcome to stay and watch, but don't bother me and Haz anymore. You don't get to do that after you've made up your mind on leaving me for Madison."
You walked to your glee club members and put on a smile. You refuse to let Tom's presence distract you. After all, you were performing with Harrison and you were finally getting the solo you deserved. It was your time to shine indeed. Nothing can ruin it for you.
Tom left and went back to his seat. As soon as he sat down, a familiar tune started to play and your clear and beautiful voice was heard in the whole venue. Tom was glad that his seat was on the third row from the stage and he was able to watch you properly. This was his first time seeing you perform and he wanted to make the most of it.
"Times have changed and we've often rewound the clock. Since the Puritans got a shock when they landed on Plymouth Rock." You sang as you stood on the center of the stage with your other glee club members still standing on the side of the stage, waiting for their cue to enter.
"If today," Your eyes met Tom and he gave you a smile and a small thumbs up. You stayed in character, though and paid no mind to him which he didn't take personally. The rest of the club marched on stage and went to their positions.
"Any shock they should try to stem 'stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them." You pointed at the audience with a smile.
You glanced at Harrison and you both shared a small smile before you looked back at the audience for all of you to sing, "In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, but now, God knows... Anything goes!"
"Good authors, too, who once knew better words, now only use four letter words writing prose... Anything goes!" You sang and dance with Harrison as your partner, of course. As part of the choreography, you slightly pushed Harrison away and pointed at him, "Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you."
You stood at the side as everyone sang the "no, you're not" part while you sang the "yes, I am" part of the song. All of you danced beautifully when the instrumental part of the song came and everyone clapped and cheered. You were preparing yourself for the high note as everyone sang the ensemble part.
"I can hold any note longer than you." You sang as you walked to the center of the stage while everyone still danced behind you.
"No, you can't."
"Yes, I can. Yes, I..." You sang and held the note. You've been practicing it for weeks and you were glad that you pulled it off really well. Your voice was loud, clear, and powerful and it overpowered your fellow glee club members' voices.
You took a deep breath for the climax of the song, "Yes, I can!"
Tom was the first one to stand up and cheer as soon as the song ended. The rest of the audience followed. All of them sat down when all the girls left the stage for the boys to do their performance. You sneakily kissed Harrison on the cheek for good luck and Tom saw it and he was admittedly jealous. He couldn't believe that he thought leaving you for Madison was a good idea.
He wanted to leave then and there, but he wanted to see what you saw in Harrison that made you choose him. The music began and Tom sat comfortably on his seat.
"Boy, boy, crazy boy, Get cool, boy! Got a rocket in your pocket. Keep coolly cool, boy!" Harrison sang as he moved around on stage with the rest of the boys just standing behind him like they rehearsed.
"Don't get hot, 'Cause man, you got some high times ahead. Take it slow and Daddy-O," Harrison looked at Tom and continued, "You can live it up and die in bed!"
Tom glared at him as Harrison continued to sing and dance with the rest of the boys. "That bastard, I swear." Tom mumbled under his breath.
Harrison finished the song with a cool pose. Everyone clapped as Tom rolled his eyes. All the boys ran off the to the side of the stage.
"Good luck." Harrison whispered in your ear before you went out there. All of you girls went on stage to sing 'It's All Over' from Dream Girls. You didn't have the main solo for this one, but you still had a solo. You were singing Beyonce's lines and you were excited. Besides, this was your time to put your acting skills into use.
Mercedes, your main soloist for this song, was doing so well and you were really glad that she got the solo she deserved.
"She ain't better than anybody. She ain't nothing but common!" She sang. You got into character and walked towards her, "Now, who you callin' common you self-indulgent, self-absorbed and unprofessional?"
"You! I'm calling you, I'm calling you, the common piece is knocking off!" Mercedes sang with a raised eyebrow and walked past you. You turned around and walked after her, "Now you listen to me, Miss Blame-It-On-The-World; see I put up with you for much too long."
"I have put up with your bitchin'." You pushed her.
"I've put up with your naggin'." You pushed her again. "And all your screamin' too!"
After a few more lines, it was your solo again, "She had nothing to do with this change. It was you! It was you always thinking of you. Always thinking of you!"
When the song ended, the boys joined the rest of you as all of you formed one straight line on stage with you and Harrison in the middle which annoyed Tom so much, but he didn't react.
You and Harrison looked at each other before looking at the audience. Both of you started the song without music, "Do you hear the people sing lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of the people who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise."
The music started and the rest joined in for the next lines. When all of you harmonized together, you could've sworn you saw someone crying on the first row.
"Tomorrow comes!" You all sang and it gave the audience goosebumps.
When your group was announced as the champion, you were really happy. Tom cheered too. He now understood why you loved glee club. He saw your passion for performing and you were right; New York was screaming your name. Broadway really was for you. He could picture you in two different places, on stage and in his arms. It was cheesy and probably corny, but it was true.
-
Today was the day you and Harrison were moving to New York and you were excited. Both of you got accepted into NYADA and you already bought an apartment together using both of your savings and with some additional help from both of your parents.
Tom knew you were leaving today that’s why he rushed to the airport to catch up with you. He looked around and saw you hugging your parents goodbye with Harrison next to you. He smiled to himself when he was able to get to you on time.
“Y/N!” Tom called out as he ran towards you.
You pulled away from your mom and furrowed your eyebrows when you saw Tom. Harrison wasn’t pleased to see him at all and you were tired of seeing Tom after he tried to get you back multiple times since sectionals.
“Tom, what’re you doing here? I’m leaving.” You frowned at him.
Harrison looked at your parents and his parents and said, “Um, let’s leave them to talk.” He gave you a small smile before walking away with your families. You sighed and crossed your arms as you stared at Tom.
“I know you’re leaving that’s why I’m here.” Tom said. “I wanted to tell you that I won’t stop until I get you back.”
“Tom, I’m with Harrison and I love him too much to leave him. We’ve already planned our future together and you’ll have that too, Tom. Just not with me.” You told him.
“Then I’ll move to New York too and- and I’ll look for jobs there and I’ll study there too. I just- I really, really want to be with you again.” Tom begged. “What do you want me to do?”
“Why are you doing this, anyway? You’ve been like this ever since Harrison and I started going out. What’s your deal?!” You said angrily. “Okay so, what if we got back together again and the same thing happens? I don’t want to go through that, Thomas.”
“It won’t happen again, I swear!”
“How do I know that? Because you said so?! Geez, how fucking assuring!” You scoffed.
“I thought I was the only one you loved. How come you love Harrison all of a sudden?” Tom said sadly.
You rubbed your face and sighed, “You’ll always have a special place in my heart, Tom Holland. Trust me. Maybe someday, we can be friends but not now; not when you’re fucking insane. You’re my first love, yes. First loves never really go away, but we do move on from them. I’d really want us to be friends, I really do. I want you and Haz to be friends too, but you’re making it difficult.”
Suddenly, it was announced that your flight was already boarding. You looked at Tom and held both of you hands, “On behalf of me and Harrison, I forgive you for all the times you tried to sabotage our relationship. If only you used all that energy in trying to be friends with me and Haz, then none of this wouldn’t happen and maybe I’d visit you in L.A.”
You pulled him in for a hug and Tom immediately hugged back tighter, “I’ll miss you, Y/N. I really will. I especially missed you when you weren’t with me.”
You lightly chuckled and pulled away, “No matter how much you claim to miss me, you can’t keep coming back to me whenever it’s convenient for you. Goodbye, Tom.”
Harrison walked towards both of you and he nodded at Tom, acknowledging his presence. You waved to your family before leaving with Harrison. Tom looked around and called out, “Hey Y/N!”
You looked at him and waited for him to say something.
“Don’t be a stranger!” Tom shouted and waved goodbye. You smiled at him and waved back. “I won’t!” You shouted back before you and Harrison boarded the plane.
“So, what did he say?” Harrison asked.
“We just said goodbye.” You responded. Harrison pursed his lips and nodded.
“Hey,” You grabbed Harrison’s hand and he looked at you. “I love you.”
He smiled, “I love you too. New York, here we come!”
You giggled as you went to your respective seats. You couldn’t wait to spend your time in New York with Harrison. Your dreams were finally coming true... with the right guy this time.
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Okay now you have to tell us what the siblings did to the Blight manor.
SOMEONE ASKED!!
well, first of all, they tear that bitch to the GROUND. it was during the first four years when they raid the place to grab Amity’s stuff and Dip Out. whole family was there while the parents were out at some meeting. came back to rooms on fire and over half of their belongings missing. they fixed it all up, obviously, but it was a HUGE talk for a while.
but what I really meant was when the twins inherited the manor. Something happens to the Blight parents, haven’t decided on if the bitches just died or moved away, and they suddenly own their old home. They rip out anything that has anything to do with their parents, change color schemes, furniture, all that and either chuck it in the trash or the darkest depths of the basement and set it ablaze. Burning the past away motherfuckers. And then, when all that’s done, they change the name. They thought about it for a while and eventually decided on the name; the Raven House. It was a joke between them, and also to tick off Lilith, but the name stuck. They even gave her a tiny picture above the door to solidify it. Eda still insists the Owl House is better than any big manor.
Once everything is finished and the manor is re-made, the ex-Blight’s all come to an agreement on what to do with it, since they all already had their own places and didn’t feel like moving into the house they were abused in. They say a final ‘fuck you’ to their parents and make it one big safehouse. By which I mean it’s like a shelter. Kids or young witches and humans alike (though the humans are just kids wandering by after getting in a fight with a monster or the older graduated kids when they need a little assistance) can come and stay in the Raven House to be safe and secured for however long they need.
Barcus is in charge of the place, and he looks after any kids who come along no matter the background. Some kids only stay for 24 hours, others stay for months, sometimes a few years, on end.  These are typically kids who have nowhere else to go or are on the run. We’ve got kids from the Isles, stowaways from other islands and even The Mainland, kids escaping abusive homes, orphans, kids who just need a break after getting lost/hurt nearby, the works. It’s a well-known place that’s completely free, since the Blight’s and even Lilith on occasion pay the taxes for it. It’s sweet for Barcus because he’s supplied with everything for free, but also hell because he has to deal with a bunch of kids on a daily basis. Luckily for him, he likes kids.
Course some witches or humans don’t understand Barcus, so he always has a chalkboard and chalk around his neck that he can hover in the air with his magic to write to the kids and help them learn how to understand him. If they can’t read, he usually has to call in one of the other kids in the House to help him out. No matter how long a kid stays, they are asked to carve their names on a large stone outside the manor. It used to be a statue in the front lawn the ex-Blight kids knocked over and left there, but it was repurposed. It’s littered with names and it’s not uncommon to find Barcus staring at the names or teaching some kids to read by having them read the names off the stone.
Now, the manor is big. It can easily house multiple packs of kids. But the thing is, it only has 6 bedrooms, and Barcus uses one of the smaller ones. Of course multiple kids could live in the same room, but there are some that need it more than others and aren’t comfortable with other kids. So the bigger bedrooms are saved for those kids (unless there’s an open spare one in which case it gets SWARMED) or Barcus asks the new kid to set up their stuff anywhere in the house, so long it didn’t interfere with others. Which leads to kids sleeping and hanging out in....interesting places. There’s always someone living in one of the bathrooms, three kids minimum at all times squirreling away in the closets (small and large), there’s a pile of pillows and blankets in the second dining room where kids hang out under the table, the big hallways have sleeping bags in them, some kid hid in one of the larger kitchen cabinets just because she could, there are SO MANY in the basement and attic, the library has all the nerds vibing on the bolted-down wall shelves and balconies, and one madlad set up a hut on the roof. Barcus isn’t happy with any of these but he supposes so long they don’t hurt themselves or own up to it being a bad idea later, he’ll deal with it. 
They also offer to send plenty of these kids to school (usually Hexside but sometimes others), but there are a few who refuse it and Barcus homeschools them. The rule of thumb with anyone who stays in the Raven House is that you WILL be smothered in an intense amount of Found Family and you CANNOT stop them. It’s a mad house and it’s glorious. They have their own kinds of memes and vines in that house and it’s law that if someone says “pubby” then EVERYONE in the vicinity has to tackle Barcus in a cuddle pile.
Others of the Owl Family often drop by as well. The first few times were a mess cause Barcus had to explain this was his family and no you don’t have to come down and say hi if you’re uncomfortable but please stop losing it every time Edric comes by we know he’s a fashion extraordinaire please- Camilia is one of the most common visitors, and the kids call her Aunt Camilia (a name she would vividly remember from her time in the human realm) and she teaches them all how to cook and tell them stories from the human realm. Barcus is very thankful because he needs one stable adult to help him with these kids. All the ex-Blights visit as well, though Amity slightly less because she’s so busy. Edric arrives just to show off, and Emira is a lot more refined n checks in on the kids, since her job is a children’s health care worker. Granted, Barcus does a pretty good job of being their therapist, he got a degree for a reason. Amity is a treat visit, because there’s always someone who knows she’s the Empress’s advisor and they all gawk at her for a minute before realizing she’s a shy dork n have fun info dumping on her bc she listens to them with rapt interest. Gus is a fun show, often taking down notes of the theatre kids and showing off his illusion magic, acting as his own little inspiration to them by being one of the best in his grade despite being significantly younger. He also tells his theories of the human realm which are still off and need to be corrected by Camilia. Willow is a lot more sweeter n is like the grandma who gives you too much candy but is also not afraid to beat someones ass. She’s one of the few adults All the kids respect. Luz is fun because she gives adventures and shows off a lot. And kids are always in awe at her tattoos and scars. Of course, Luz still has dumbass ideas every once in a while and ends up getting kicked out early in her visit on occasion. She showed kids how to swallow a light spell. Lilith shows up at least once a month for a little bit, and the kids always LOSE IT. At first it was genuine shock but eventually they just did it for fun because they knew it made Lilith embarrassed. Eda...god Eda is a visit kids are either excited for or dreading, depends if you can put up with her energy. Eda usually shows up when she’s bored, hiding from the cops or needs to steal something from the Raven House. She’s the weird eccentric grandma of everyone and she adores the kids. Her showing up often either ends in something catching on fire or a couple of kids getting in trouble with the law, which Eda or Barcus can easily snatch them out of. Y’all know of the Life Changing Field Trip With Zuko? Eda has a very similar thing where she grabs a gaggle of kids and takes them on an adventure, but it usually ends up looking like chores. Either way it ends up in either giving the kid some Advice they needed or just changing a way they think based on the adventures they get up to. When she gets much older and crankier, she slows down a bit but never stops having bad ideas or advice, but it’s a lot easier for the calmer kids to talk to her.
Barcus keeps all the trinkets the kids give him and holds them in a special room only he can access, like the passageways in Hexside. He cares about all the kids who come to the Raven House, even if its only for a little while. He’s still a dog at heart. A lot of kids he hears from a few months or years after they leave. They’ll call or show up and tell him how they are. And whenever they do he makes time to sit down with them with tea and listen to all they have to say. Even if they only visit once, he’s glad to see them. But, of course, there are the kids he never hears from. The ones who don’t want to, the ones who are too busy, the ones who moved off the Isle and elsewhere, the ones who get lost out there in the world, and the ones who have died. But Barcus almost never learns what their fate was. He’ll have nights where he sits in his room filled with trinkets or by the rock with names and wonder what happened to them, and hoping that they’re okay and happy. But he doesn’t have time to think about that. He has new kids coming in all the time, he should focus on them, not the past. That’s what he tells himself.
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gohoubi · 3 years
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MelRuth college au if you still take asks
I had more fun with this than I was expecting? I'm not a fan of college AUs really so I just kind of expected that this would be a quick one that I wouldn't enjoy writing...but I kind of liked it a lot, actually. Under the cut <3
P.S this will be two chapters long...I will post the link to the second chap on AO3 when I finish it :)
The engineering students were a loud, odd bunch, Ruth reflected. Any time she was near their group; behind them in the lunch line; in a lecture theatre with them, being in the stands near them at a soccer game. All of them followed the same general archetype—bespectacled, nerdy guys and tanned, sporty girls. Ruth only shared one class with people from engineering—a business class—and quite frankly if she had to spend any more time with them than that, she’d lose it. Ruth preferred her friends in the hotel management course she was doing—they were quiet, bookish, respectable people. They could hold a perfectly nice conversation without going off on wild tangents or making stupid jokes. Ruth was quite happy to spend the last year of college coasting along with the same group of people she’d always known.
Until she met Melanie Cavill.
It was completely unexpected, you understand—Ruth would never willingly spend time with someone from the engineering school—but she hadn’t had much choice in the matter. Melanie had flounced into their shared business class two minutes before it was due to start, and the only spare seat was next to Ruth.
Melanie threw her ratty backpack down underneath the foldout desk, and withdrew a laptop computer that was nearly as roughed up as her bag. “Is it alright if I sit here?” she asked, sounding out of breath. “Normally I turn up earlier.”
“You’ve already sat there, so I don’t know why you’re asking,” Ruth said.
Far from being offended, Melanie actually laughed. “You’re right. Stupid of me, yeah? I’m Melanie Cavill. Don’t think we’ve met.” She held out her hand as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Ruth returned the handshake. She wasn’t an animal, after all. The lecturer stepped up to the lectern, so Melanie didn’t say any more. They both stayed silent for an hour while the lecturer explained something about supply chain management. When the lecturer announced a break for ten minutes, Melanie immediately turned back to Ruth. “So what’s your name then?” she asked.
“Ruth Wardell.”
“What course are y’all doing? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.”
Ruth felt herself blushing; she shouldn’t have been ashamed of what she’s studying, but hotel management seemed stupid next to Melanie’s engineering. Ruth told her anyway.
“Damn, hotel management? So what, you want to own a hotel or something?”
Ruth already had a B&B waiting for her back in Kendal, but her father would only pass it down to her on condition she took this course. She wouldn’t tell Melanie this, though. “Yeah, I suppose.”
“That sounds cool,” Melanie said, and she sounded serious. “I’m only here because Wilford wants me to. Have to show up to every class or else he’ll stop paying for my college.”
“What would you rather be doing?” Ruth asked incredulously, but she was kind of interested in the answer. She wasn’t sure who this ‘Wilford’ character was either.
“I don’t know…building things, fixing things, breaking things. Not whatever this is,” she scoffed, throwing her pen onto the desk. “Supply chain management is pretty dry.”
Ruth agreed with that assessment. “You need it to run a successful business,” she said anyway.
“I don’t see the point. I don’t want to do anything like this—if I spend the rest of my life making stuff, I’ll be happy.” Melanie leaned back in her chair, which creaked ominously. “So hotels, huh? That a big ambition of yours?”
“My father owns a hotel back home. I can’t take over unless I do this course.” Ruth had no idea why she was telling Melanie this, but it wasn’t that big a secret anyway.
“Family business?”
“Yeah.”
“My parents have a dirt farm,” Melanie said. “I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life there, fixing tractors and all that jazz. Until Wilford found me.” The way she said the last sentence sounded guarded, so Ruth didn’t ask who he was. “I like engineering, but I was never a college gal.”
The lecturer called an end to the break and launched into a monologue about their mid-semester test. Melanie whipped out a piece of refill paper and scrawled something on it, passing it to Ruth. Ruth flattened it out on the desk.
A mid semester test? This is the first I’m hearing of it >_>
Ruth fought the urge to laugh. They’d been talking about it for the past month. Either Melanie wasn’t paying attention, or she’d just forgotten.
We’ve been talking about it for a month…
I guess that’s just me, then. There’s no way I’m gonna pass—I haven’t been paying attention at all.
Ruth looked down at Melanie’s messy purple handwriting. She could have just passed the note back with some generic condolence, but something within her made her go a different route.
Study session at my place?
Damn, you serious?
Ruth didn’t write anything more. The lecture ended and everyone stood up to go. “Wait. So you want to have a study session?” Melanie asked.
“I mean…I don’t have anyone else to study with. And you seem like you could use the help.”
“That’s certainly true,” Melanie said, stuffing her laptop into her bag and zipping it closed. “Your place or mine?”
“Probably mine? It might be quieter.” Ruth had picked her dorms for its distance from the campus. It was too far away for convenient access, so the only people who stayed there were part-time students or people who wanted the quiet like she did.
“You’re right. People keep partying at mine all night. If I want to pass this test, I better actually study this time. Here’s my number. Call me,” Melanie said, then she was hustling down the rows of seats and practically sprinting out the door. Ruth slung her bag over her shoulder, making her way out of the lecture theatre at a more sedate pace. What was Melanie thinking, galumphing out of the place like a horse. Ruth looked again at the crumpled piece of paper in her hand, which had a scrawled phone number and a curly M underneath. She stuffed it in her pocket—she’d call later.
Ruth couldn’t help herself—she was a little excited by this prospect. Maybe it was time to find new friends, even if it was going to be Melanie Cavill.
Maybe Ruth’s last year was going to be more eventful than she thought.
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glassbxttless · 3 years
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Hi! Just here to remind you that this is an AU and Han isn’t actually a piece of shit like I’m making him out to be in here (:
This is also the final part in this little piece of the AU. I might start expanding it though (: (I’m sorry if it makes y’all sad. Just putting Matty through it /: )
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Matt Solo x Reader
Part Three
Word Count: 1,807
Warnings: mentions of child abuse, abuse, swearing
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You’re awake before Matt is, Randy’s still asleep on the futon and Ben isn’t in the room. You climb down off the bunk bed and your thighs are sticky from the night before. And you’re searching for the bathroom to clean up just a little before you face Han and Leia for the day.
Once you settle yourself into the restroom and wash up a bit, you instantaneously hear the yelling, the skin against skin slap. “Jesus fucking Christ— I just woke up.” Matt’s voice is gravely. “Can I eat something before I get your bitch fit, Han?”
And then everything goes quiet for a while. Matt’s never called his father by his first name to his face. He grabs the orange juice from the fridge, Ben is smoking a cigarette on the back stoop. Leia is stunned by the exchange between her husband and youngest son for a moment. You’re standing in the hall, just watching Matt pour himself a glass and takes a drink. He isn’t even wearing his glasses at this point. His face is bright red on one part of his cheek.
You pick the glasses up off of the ground, noticing the crack in the lenses, and walk towards him, handing them over quietly. “Do you wanna leave?” You ask him quietly as you slip them onto his face. He flinches just a bit, the stinging in his cheek is inevitable.
“Not yet. Got some shit to figure out this weekend.” He mumbles as he downs the rest of the glass. “I won’t hit him back.” You tuck a strand of his hair back and take a look at his cheek. “I’m fine, Sunny. Happens a lot.”
“He hit you?” You ask quietly and he just tips his head back and steps away to join Ben on the stoop, asking for a cigarette.
You take a deep breath as Leia looks at the boys on the stoop. “Does that really happen often?” You ask her as she starts cooking breakfast.
“Unfortunately.” She says quietly, “hasn’t done it in so long… I thought they were doing better.” She sighs.
“He doesn’t smoke at home.” You point out and move closer to offer your help with breakfast.
“Being around his dad and Ben does that to him.” She says softly as she starts frying up the bacon. You cut a potato into small pieces. Matt was upset as soon as he woke up that morning. Getting the shit smacked outta him when he walks into the living room for having sex under his roof. He’d gotten a good one in too, his face was still sore.
“I didn’t tell him.” Ben says softly as he flicks his cigarette out. “Guess he heard.” They’d been sitting together quietly, unsure of what to say. They’d each gotten their fair share of slaps and punches. They’d also gotten their fair share in. But Matt was almost thirty now, he wasn’t seventeen anymore. He wasn’t about to punch his dad's lights out for slapping him. He had a lot more shit to deal with and it’d definitely be a lot harder than he was intending.
“I don’t care, honestly.” Matt flicks the ashes away and takes another long pull from his own cigarette. “I’ll fuck my fiancée wherever I wanna fuck her. I’ll do it in his fucking bed next time. I don’t care.” He shrugs again. “I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Sunny wanting to meet you guys. Woulda went another fucking year not talking to him.” He puts the cigarette out against the concrete and places the butt down, rubbing over his face.
Ben sighs and pulls the spare pair of glasses from his jacket pocket, handing them over to him. “Here. Shouldn’t be looking through cracked lenses.” The silver frames are shaped a bit different from the usual gold pair he wears, but the prescription is right and he’d do anything to get that giant line out of his vision. “Keep your glasses and Randy’s contacts on me, in case you need them.” He says softly.
Matt almost smiles as he exchanges the glasses. “Thank you.” He says softly.
Ben nudges his shoulder, “he’s just mad he isn’t getting laid.” Matt laughs softly and smiles, glancing at his hands. “I’m sorry. For what I did before.” Ben says quietly. “I don’t have any excuses for it— but I am sorry… and I’m really glad to see you happy.”
“Thank you.” Matt says softly and wrings his hands a bit. Both boys turn their heads when Leia opens the door, smiling sadly.
“Matthew? Let’s take a look at that, huh?” She says quietly as she moves past them to crouch in front of them.
“Mom, I’m fine.” He says softly. He may have always been a little upset that his mother never left him after he first hit Randy in one of his rage fits. “Barely hit me.” He lies as Leia looks him over.
“Don’t lie to your mama.” She says quietly as you step out to check on Matt as well. You were ready to get the weekend over, to go home. And you wouldn’t ever ask Matt to come here again, if he didn’t want to. “I’m sorry that he did that.” And that flipped a switch in Matt’s brain, one that couldn’t ignore what his mother let happen to them.
“You’re only sorry that you stayed with him.” Matt says and pushes her hands away a bit. “I’m twenty-nine and you’re still kissing his ass.” You bite your lip gently and walk forward to place your fingers against his bare shoulder.
“Matty? Be nice.”
“I don’t have to be nice to anyone here.” Matt snaps, his eyes are filling with tears and his chest is tight. “You and Randy are the only two people who haven’t fucked me over in one way or another.” Ben sits there awkwardly, you wrap Matt in your arms as Leia looks at him genuinely hurt. “I didn’t want to come here.” His voice is shaking. Almost thirty years of holding it all in and he’s breaking down in your arms. “I didn’t want to see any of you.”
You press kisses into his hair and ask Ben and Leia both to give you a minute.
Ben obliges and pulls Leia back into the house. Randy catches sight of them coming back inside and raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay?” And Leia just shakes her head.
Matt cries, pressing his face against your chest. And you aren’t sure if you’ve ever really seen him cry since you’ve been together. Matt hid his vulnerability so well, replaced it with anger, did his best to be better for you. You didn’t need anyone that wasn’t able to handle himself. “Let it out.” You whisper into his hair and gently run your nails up and down his back. “We can go home.” You say to him quietly. “And we don’t have to come back.”
Matt takes a few deep breaths and presses a deep kiss into the skin of your chest. “I should say something…” he wipes his eyes and you take in the appearance of the different frames. “I love you so much… but please, don’t ask me to come back here again.” His voice is quiet and you just nod.
“Go get dressed, Matty. I’ll drive us home.” She says quietly as you help him stand. And when you go inside and hear Han say something about Matt crying like a little bitch. You’re the one that loses your shit. “Excuse me?” You cock an eyebrow up as you push Matt forward to his bedroom. He’s so used to being the one in charge. The one that deals with your bullshit, but here he was so vulnerable and you are sticking up for him. “He’s allowed to cry. Especially when he has to deal with this bullshit. You should all be thankful he even agreed to come here because all you’ve done is treat him like shit.” You're pointing at Han now.
Matt re-emerges from the room with a t-shirt on now and his backpack pulled onto his back. His hair is disheveled and his face is splotchy. But he’s spent. He’s ready. He looks at his family quietly and takes them in. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be in the same room as them all again. Not until there’s a funeral.
And he thinks that maybe he should try with his brothers more, forgive his parents, and keep his distance from them. He needs his own boundaries. He needs to learn how to deal with his own emotions in a proper way. “Sunny.” He snaps his fingers and points to the spot beside him. You’d be offended if he didn’t wrap his arm around your shoulders and take a deep breath. “Ben, Randy, dinner at my apartment on Saturday?”
Randy nods, smiling a bit. “Of course… you need help with your stuff?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Matt nods and passes his bag to him before looking at his parents. He leaves your side for just a moment to pull his mom into a tight hug. He’d continue to call her and maybe in the future he’d be okay with inviting her over for dinners too. He kisses her head and smiles a bit. He even moves to hug his dad, knowing in his heart that he really doesn’t want to see him again. And he smiles tightly when Han rubs his head and says I love you, kid. He just nods.
You carry your own bag outside to where Randy was putting Matt’s into the car. “He doesn’t deserve this.” Randy says to you quietly. “He’s smart. He gotta outta here for a reason.” He shuts the back door and turns to look at you, “thank you for taking care of him, you know? He’s too smart for himself. Can’t take care of shit.” You chuckle. “And make sure he knows we’re here for him.”
Matt walks outside and heads straight for the car. You thank Randy quietly and climb into the driver's seat. Ben steps out and raps on the window with his knuckle until Matt rolls it down. And Ben offers Matt and Randy both another cigarette which they all enjoy. Ben smiles, “hey. We’re alright.” He shrugs. “You’re alright, Matt. Doesn’t matter what happens.”
“Still our baby brother.” Randy chirps with the cigarette between his lips and Matt turns a deep shade of red.
There was still so much you didn’t know about Matt’s family. But this one night— not even full weekend— has shown you why Matt stays so distant. And you reach over to take a long draw from Matt’s cigarette which has you all laughing. “Dinner on Saturday?” You confirm with the three of them who all just nod.
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Part One | Part Two | Part Three
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cherryfi · 4 years
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Under the light of the full moon
Plot: Moving into a new neighbourhood is hard, especially when you’re a wolf and it’s almost time for the full moon or, the one where your new hot ass neighbour is also a werewolf.
Word Count: 4875
 Werewolf AU! Smut!
Pairing: Bang Chan x Female Reader
Warning: 18+! Oral, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, a little violence
A/N: Part of my halloween series! Requests are open! I liked writing this one but, I still think I could have done better you know? Anyway, Chan is so beautiful oml I just want him to dick me down. Enjoy!
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“Your neighbour is sexy as hell.”  You laugh as you glance over your shoulder at your best friend, you’re putting up the last of the scent blockers in your new home and she’s supposed to be helping you.
However, she’s stood at the window, watching as your neighbour makes his way back from his morning run. He was shirtless and wearing running shorts – it was hard not to notice how hot he was.
You’d finally moved into your new home and were adding the finishing touches. Moving to a new town was hectic and super stressful but, you were taking it in stride. Honestly, nothing could get you down. You’d gotten a promotion at work, which meant a bigger office and you had a big enough bonus to purchase the house of your dreams. It was perfect. A 3-bedroom house surrounded by lush forest – the perfect getaway from the chaos of the city. Being a wolf, and a lone one at that, you needed all the nature and open space that you could get. Especially when it was a full moon.
 “He’s even hotter up close but, I’ll be keeping my distance.” She glances at you, eyebrows raised and prompting you to continue. You really didn’t want to have this conversation.
“He came over to say hi when I first moved in, he’s a really sweet guy but he’s a werewolf so, it’s not going to happen.” She looks at you in shock and then laughs incredulously.
“How do you know? Has he told you? Does he know that you’re one as well? If you’re both werewolves shouldn’t that be a good thing, you can finally meet someone; and you won’t have to worry about explaining why you have to go out every full moon?” You laugh at her babbling.
“I can smell it on him, it’s like a perfume, you know? His scent is quite strong but, I’ve got no idea what that means. He came by to say hi when I was moving in and I smelled it on him, obviously. He’s an architect and he does carpentry in his spare time, so he was offering to help out.”
“He helped you move in? He was in this house with you? You had that whole gorgeous man in your home and y’all just talked about work? Also, you didn’t answer all of my questions.” You laugh at how pushy she is, and she raises her eyebrows, placing her hands on her hips
“He helped the movers with the sofa and some of the drawers, so we didn’t talk much. It was pretty late, and he said he was just coming in from work. I haven’t told him anything and I don’t think he can smell it on me because of the scent suppressors.”
You hold up your necklace, the charm glinting in the light from your window. As long as you wore it other wolves wouldn’t be able to smell you.
Which came in handy because you were alone and had no pack.  
A lone wolf was an easy target for any pack, especially an omega, all it took was one curious alpha and it could be all over.
Staying hidden in plain sight was your best option.
“So, when are you going on a date with him?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively at you and you laugh before sighing.
“I’m not.  Jas, all he did was help me move in. It’s no big deal.” But you couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful at the chance to get to know your attractive neighbour some more. You imagined dates with him and spending time with him. Would he kiss you when he welcomed you home or would he cuddle you instead?
Chan was ridiculously handsome, with his gorgeous smile and pretty eyes. His Australian accent was the stuff of dreams and it didn’t help that during the little time you’d spent together, he was friendly and warm.
He was boyfriend goals.
But, it would never happen.
He was a wolf and judging by his scent, he must have been an alpha and if he was an alpha, he had a pack. Being his friend would only lead to issues down the line. The closer he got to you, the closer he would get to the truth and you weren’t prepared to tell him that.
“Besides, it’s almost time for the full moon, I need to make sure all my charms are put up; so, no curious wolves come poking around.” The perks of moving to a rural area was that the surrounding greenery was the perfect cover for a lone wolf who wanted to stay hidden.
It gave you the perfect opportunity to spend as much time as you needed in wolf form (especially during the full moon) and it meant that you didn’t have to travel as far to get to a wooded area.
But that came with it’s cons.
A large forest meant more space for other packs, which, of course, meant more wolves.
“If you’re a wolf, why do you need to ward off other wolves again?” You’re in your kitchen now, sipping hot chocolate as you wait for your home to heat up. The chill October air finally seeping in, as it gets late into the evening.
Jas had been your best friend since you were seven and she was there for you when you were attacked.
Other than your mum, Jas was the first person to know what the ‘animal’ attack had really done to you.
Coming from an active family and living on the peninsula meant that as a family you’d always gone hiking. You were an avid hiker and forest walker, spending plenty of time in the hidden meadows and next to the brooks, streams, and rivers that ran past your home.
This was your thinking place – it was where you hid away when life became too much and the weight of the world threatened to crush you underfoot.
Today was one of those days.
Finals were coming up and life was changing way too fast for you. Your friends were moving away from home, you were all going to separate schools, come autumn and your family was falling apart.
You were reeling and the only thing you could think to do, was to go to the one place where nothing ever changed.
The forest.
You grabbed your camera and packed a hamper with your favourite foods, your schoolbooks and a blanket. You were going to one of the many meadows you’d discovered, this one was close to a small stream; and you were going to relax the day away.
But when you got there, the forest was silent.
The silence hung in the air like a stale, musty smell.
Thick and heavy with tension.
None of the animals were chirping or making noise, it was as if the woods themselves had been frozen in time.
You shook the eerie feeling off, sure that it was your own anxiety towards the future that was making you antsy.
But then you saw it.
Your eyes caught on to the movement of the trees, just on the outskirts of the meadow. It took some time for your eyes to adjust to the movement but, when they did, you gasped.
The trees moved artificially. Almost jerkily as you caught sight of 2 eyes.
They caught the nearby sunlight and glinted but appeared almost as if they glowed on their own and soon, the wolf stepped forward.
Almost haughtily as if it tasted and enjoyed your fear.
You packed your things slowly.
Maybe if it noticed you packing, it would understand that you were going to leave and meant no harm.
Were you meant to make yourself look smaller and submissive or bigger and more threatening to a wolf? You didn’t know but, you hoped it would understand the message you were trying to convey.
“I don’t mean any harm; I’m going to leave now. Please let me leave in peace?”
It made a noise, something like a barked laugh and approached you further.
It was blocking the way you came.
You picked up your hamper and walked backwards, keeping your eyes on the wolf and thinking of any ways that you could get away from it and into civilisation.
It didn’t matter what you did, the wolf kept stalking towards you.
Once nightfall came, you knew you were screwed.  
As the sun began to set, the temperature dropped, causing you to shiver, and you’d lost sight of the wolf.
Despite it’s larger than normal stature, it was completely black, and the only light you had was your phone’s flashlight. It wasn’t powerful enough to be of any help to you.
How were you going to get out of this?
Especially because you didn’t know what’s its agenda was.
What did it want with you? Why did it continue to stalk you?
Your signal was down, and you had no way to contact anyone.
You began to sob.
Broken and completely alone, you began to wonder if this would really be your fate – mauled to death by a determined monster-wolf.
Suddenly, the pressure to do well on your exams and to fix your parents’ crumbling marriage didn’t matter.
Worse things were about to happen.
“Please! Please, leave me alone! I’m not going to do anything to you, I won’t even tell anyone I saw you. I’ll never step foot in this forest again, I swear. Just please don’t hurt me.” Going hysterical, the only option you really had left was to plead to this creature.
It wasn’t a normal wolf; you’d known that then.
The way it stalked you, wasn’t normal, the way it looked at you with those almost human eyes wasn’t normal.
As if showing you some mercy it broke through the trees and approached you.
Towering over you, it huffed in your face and you stood up from the cold ground, hoping that it would let you leave. The moonlight illuminated its fur making it look almost ghoulish. It should have been frightening, but the wolf was calm and so were you.
The  wolf really wasn’t so bad.
You reached out your hand and petted their fur, it nuzzled its head onto your shoulder.
And then tore a chunk out of your side.
 You shuddered at the memory, unable to really remember what had happened after you’d screamed and passed out.
“I have to. After that wolf turned me in the forest, I had to learn everything on my own. Honestly, I was angry at first, I’d go into the forest every day to hunt it down. I was going to kill it. But then my first full moon came, and I was all alone and there were no other wolves there to help me. I had to deal with it on my own. I just wanted it to show up. It never did. I won’t get played like that again.”
“So, you’re scared that if you let another pack in, they’re just going to abandon you.” She doesn’t have to question it.
“It’s different with other people. You and my mum have never left my side and dad supported me so much after they found me. Hell, he led the search party. But, the only experience of wolves I have is that one and I’m not going to let it happen again. Even if that means being alone forever.”
“Yeah, well who needs a pack when you’ve got a Jas? Am I right?”
  Chan knew you were a wolf as soon as he stepped out of his car.
He couldn’t catch your scent, which meant you must have been blocking it but, that didn’t matter.
They were other markers that gave it away; like your body language.
As soon as he stepped out of his car, you stiffened; you weren’t even facing him, but it was clear that his presence was affecting you.
And when he came over to say hi, you shrunk away from him.
You were being submissive to him; which must have meant you ranked lower than he did but, what rank you were was left to be seen.
What was clear, however, was that you were alone, there was no scent of any other wolf on you or your things and none of the people helping you to move seemed to be wolves either, not even the friend that came over later when he said goodbye.
So, he scent-marked as many of your items as he could, hoping that that would help alleviate your anxiety towards him and that it would protect you from other wolves.
Even if you weren’t in his pack, he’d decided you were his responsibility and especially with the full moon coming, wolves needed to look out for each other and as an alpha, it was his job.
He knew what kind of wolf you were after he’d finished helping you move in.
“That’s the last of it!” He smiled, rubbing his hands together as he faced you. He could hear your heartbeat picking up.
“Thanks for helping me out Chan.”
“Hey don’t mention it. Consider it the start of an amazing friendship.” He wrapped his arms around you unexpectedly and before you could catch yourself, you returned the hug, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent.
You were an omega.
It almost scared him how happy he was that you were comforted by his scent and by his own revelations.
No matter how long it took, he was going to make you his but, he hoped he could at least make you notice him by the time the full moon came.
  You were antsy.
Which was normal given that the full moon was that night, you were always on edge by the time it came around.
Your wolf, scratching just beneath the surface of your mind was ready to be let out.
So, you let her out.
You’d spoken to your mum and  she’d wished you luck for the full moon, in the same way that she did every time it would rise. You told her you’d call back once you returned home.
You’d told Jas that you would be gone for a few days and that you would call her once you were back as well.
Sitting under the light of the full moon, you waited in front of your tent, the campfire blazing high as you stripped out of your clothes, folding them neatly and placing them inside.
It was all part of the routine.
You turned after that.
Your bones shifting and rearranging, your muscles lengthening and growing and the hair on your skin thickening into fur; your jaw cracks and grows into shape.
With one last roll of your shoulders, you shift you the weight on each of your legs, giving yourself time to become re-accustomed to your canine form before you wandered around this new area.
It was a wild meadow, a lot like the one back home, the smell of lavender filling the air as it swayed in the bitter wind but, you weren’t cold.
Back when you’d first shifted, it had been extremely painful, it had taken you hours to get over the pain and fear of readjusting to another form but now, it was light work.
What was excruciating pain, was now a muscular ache; the same kind of pain you got after a heavy workout.
You ran around the meadow and into the woods themselves, leaving your makeshift campsite at its edge, just under the cover of the trees – hoping no one would find it – and headed into the clearing.
The clearing led to a cliff’s edge and you sat there watching how the moon’s glow cast itself on the forest down below and swept across the horizon, it was the only light to be seen but, it was all that you needed, your eyes were sharp.
The wind swept across the trees and forestry making them dance in time and you sighed in contentment, withholding the urge to howl.
As much as you were at peace, the last thing you wanted to do was to alert another wolf to your position.
The wind carried another scent across your nose, and you looked to your left, catching a glimpse of movement.
Too late.
You noticed it too late.
Looking back at you, was another wolf.
The way the light shone off their fur made it hard to discern their colouring but, you guessed it was a sandy brown.
You both stared at each other, and the wolf stood up from their stoop, clearly curious about you and without thinking, you took off. They followed after you, only a little caught of guard by the abruptness of your movement.
Their scent caught you again.
It was Chan.
Did he know it was you?
You didn’t care, you didn’t have time to worry , you were doing everything in your power to dodge him.
Jumping past fallen logs and ducking around corners and trees you hoped you could confuse him with your scent and lose him.
You could hear him, treading through the bramble and underbrush behind you.
But just as suddenly as you saw him, all trace of him was gone.
You couldn’t smell Chan in the air at all, nor did you hear him in the surrounding areas.
Cautiously, you snuck back to the edge of the meadow, scared that if you entered the clearing, he would materialise.
Chan caught you off-guard, shoving you from the side.
You fell down as he clambered on top of you.
You growled at him, trying to nip at any part of him that you could catch but, he dodged your teeth every time.
You nipped at one of his front legs and he yelped pulling away from you; you took that as your opportunity. You rolled on top of him and nipped at his shoulder before his hind leg kicked yours from under you. Trying hard not to lose your footing you, got up quickly, and ran full pelt.
You didn’t know where to go but, anywhere away from him was good.
He quickly foiled your escape attempt.
Chan gripped your back leg in his teeth, pulling it back and you fell, howling in pain.
You rolled over ready to fight back but, he pinned you down, baring his teeth and aiming for your jugular.
You’d lost the fight.
If you kept trying to fight, all he had to do was sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your throat and you would lose your life as well.
His body language was clear.
Phase back and reveal yourself or face the consequences.
You shifted back, trying your hardest to cover your exposed body but not from the cold.
Chan was staring down at you, recognition in his eyes.
He shifted back too.
“Y/N?” He didn’t care that you were both naked, but you did, and you tried your hardest not to look down at his exposed body.
He smirked.
Chan sat back and you sat up as he continued to look at you.
You shied away from his gaze.
“Don’t hide from me Y/N. Aren’t you tired of hiding from me? You’ve been avoiding me and blocking your scent. You’ve been hiding what you are, and we still managed to end up here.” He slinks towards you and places his hand on your cheek.
Tentatively, Chan kisses you.
His lips move against yours softly at first but then fervently and you gasp into the kiss as he lifts you into his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist, and you wrap yours around his neck.
He pulls away first and begins peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders, laying you down in the grass. Chan hovers over you, staring at your body hungrily.
“Y/N I want you so bad.” He growls it out, placing himself in between your legs, running his hands up and down your body and tickling you lightly.
“Can I, have you?” He leans down softly nipping at the sensitive spot on your neck and you moan out, your hands reaching up to card through his thick, fluffy hair.
He kisses further down your body and takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking lightly and running his tongue over it until it perks while his hand massages your other breast.
You’re a mess.
Moaning louder and louder, you don’t know what to do with your hands and you grip the grass firmly, your head thrown back.
Chan kisses down your body, leaving hickeys as he goes and once he’s directly  between your legs, he kisses across your hips.
“Y/N, can I have you?” He kisses your inner thighs, nipping lightly at the soft flesh and you gasp out.
“Oh god yes.” This isn’t like you. The heady mixture of desire and his scent in the air drives you crazy.
“Baby, look at me.” His voice is deep and sultry, words dripping with honey but commanding and you look up.
“Y/N, I’m going to make you feel so good. I’m glad we’re outside because I’m going to make you scream.” You can only moan in response, too far gone with desire but, also a little shy.
How do I respond to that?
Your mind short circuits when Chan’s tongue licks a stripe up your folds, parting them a little and laying his tongue flat on your clit.
Your eyes roll back and you sigh, trying hard to keep your noises to a minimum.
It’s cold out but, you don’t feel it at all, your body temperature is at fever pitch and heating up more and more.
You’re dizzy with pleasure and Chan continues on, eating you out like a man starved.
He wraps his lips around your clit sucking lightly and moans as you cry out; his tongue continuing to drive you closer to release. His arms wrapped around your thighs holding your legs open. The noises he makes are lewd and if you’d been in your right mind you would have been so embarrassed.
Your chanting his name like a mantra now, begging him to make you cum.
Chan places one of his arms across you hips as you try to buck up into his mouth and you cry out, desperate for just a little more tension.
You only needed a little more.
“Please, pleasepleaseplease. Chan I’m begging you, please!” Your words come out garbled and your voice doesn’t even sound like your own, but Chan hears you.  
And since you asked so nicely…
Chan puts 2 fingers inside of you, curling them upwards just right as he sucks on your clit again, a little harsher this time.
He alternates between licking you and sucking, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace. Your vision goes white as you cum hard, clamping down on his fingers and your eyes roll right back into your head.
You don’t have the time to feel embarrassed by how loud you’re crying out, completely lost in wanton passion.
But he doesn’t let up, even as you clamp down on him, spasming in orgasm he keeps up his speed only stopping with a kiss to your inner thighs when you beg him to stop.
You’re so sensitive.
“Did you like it Y/N?” He whispers it against your ear as you gasp for breath, trying to get composed.
“Yes.” You’re still out of breath but, that doesn’t phase Chan.  In fact, he loves it.
“I’m glad you liked it, but we’re not finished yet Y/N. You sound so pretty when you cum but, I didn’t get to see the face you make. I would love to see it so; I’m going to make you cum again. I’m going to fuck you now, would you like that Y/N? Would you like me to fuck you out here where anybody could see us?” You can hear the smirk in his voice and your breath catches.
You’re a little embarrassed but thrilled at the same time. God, he’s so hot.
I really want you to fuck me.
“How much do you want me to fuck you Y/N?” He sits back on his on his legs, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.
You prop yourself up on your arms, breathing heavily.
Chan begins to stroke himself, holding eye contact with you as he does it.
He’s rock hard, leaking precum and it catches the moonlight as it runs down his hand. It almost looks pretty.
You swallow and lick your lips. Your mouth’s watering but your throat is dry and the only thing you want to do is make Chan feel good.
Your mind is filled with nothing but him.
“So bad Chan, I want you so bad.” Chan’s hand stutters at your words and he decides that he’s tired of playing.
He reaches forward, picking you up and placing you in his lap again, you take his face in your hands and kiss him hungrily, almost desperately, whining as he grinds you down on his length.
Chan’s tongue fights yours for dominance and just like your recent fight, he wins. You gasp when he enters you.
Your so slick and so lost in pleasure, he slides right in and he moans low, at the sensation of you around him. He can’t hold himself back.
“Chan!” He’s desperate. He’s so worked up that he can barely control himself, slamming into you at a speed that shouldn’t be possible.
He ploughs into you, laying you back on the grass, so that he can grip your hips tightly and control the pace better. His hold is bruising but you don’t care, your hands are back in the grass head thrown back as you cry out again.
He knows you’re close but, he knows what will really push you over the edge.
“Oh, ohgod!” Your eyes roll back and you cry out. He circles his thumb around your clit.
Rubbing in time with his thrusts and you begin to beg.
You don’t care who hears you, you don’t even care who sees you; you just want Chan to make you cum.
Chan grunts low, his voice deep and gravely and he keeps pounding into you and the way his hips stutter let you know that he’s close too.
“Y/N, look at me. I want to see that beautiful face when you cum.” You open your eyes and the sight is the final push you need to release.
Chan’s thick hair clings with sweat to his forehead and sweat glistens all over his lean body. The light from the moon casts an ethereal glow around him and he blows you a kiss as you make eye contact; smirking at you cheekily.
You clamp down on him, your body going stiff and then snapping as your orgasm rushes through you, white hot. Your toes curl and your vision goes blank.
Distantly, you hear the sound of someone crying out and realise that it’s you.
Chan keeps rocking into you as you lose yourself in pleasure, your tight hold on him makes his orgasm hit him like a punch to the gut and he releases into you with a growl.
He collapses on top of you and rolls you both to the side, cradling you close.
It takes you some time but, eventually you both catch your breath and look at each other, giggling like a pair of kids.
“Don’t hide from me Y/N. I know you want to close off from me but, don’t. I’m your alpha, I want to take care of you.” This is it. Fear shoots through you like a branding iron and you suddenly want to run away.
But your wolf doesn’t want that, she’s content.
The 2 warring sides of your mind make you confused and you try to put some space between the two of you.
Chan’s not about to let that happen. He pins you down again and kisses you.
“Let me in Y/N. Please, let me in.” With pleading eyes, he unravels the last bit of your resolve and crumble. Chan doesn’t even flinch when you start crying,  he instead picks you up and cradles you in is arms.
“Tell me what’s wrong baby. Let me help you.”
“The only other wolf I knew is the one that turned me, and they abandoned me. I had to do all of this on my own. How do I know you won’t do the same?” He sits back to look you in the eye.
His eyes are shining with sincerity and fondness.
“I’m not them. No responsible person abandons someone who needs them. Good people don’t do that. Y/N, I live here, my pack lives here. My whole life is here, and I want you to be a part of it. I can promise you that I’m not going anywhere but words are cheap. Let me show you that I’m here for you.” Chan winks at you playfully and dries your eyes.
“You promise?” Even though you want to be sceptical, you’re hopeful instead.
“I promise. I told my pack all about you, and they can’t wait to meet you. You’ll love them.”
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Creep part 2 (Bakugou x Reader)
Pairing: Bakugou x fem!Reader
Genre: Spice!
Sequel to Creep (part 1)
Summary: Your roommate forces you to a dorm hangout with her boyfriend where you get hit on by a creep, only to have Bakugou come along and help you with the situation.
Word count: 2,835
Tags:  @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog
a/n: More spice than the first part ;)  This one took a different turn from the first part, so I hope you all like it!  The ending might be a little rushed because I’m really exhausted and I wanted to finish this before I pass out on my keyboard.
This part was inspired by a Tiktok that was going to be a completely different scenario, but it ended up fitting perfectly as a sequel, so I used it!
Also I hit 100 followers!?  In 2 weeks?!  What are y’all following me for, I’m trash!?  Nonetheless thank you for supporting my tiny blog out of the vast world of Tumblr, I really appreciate it.  100 followers may not seem like a lot for some of you, but I never expected this to happen and I’m so grateful for each of you 😘😘  Ok enough of the mushy stuff, onward to the sequel!
Maybe I was hit by cupid's arrow.  Or the devil's, considering the type of thoughts I'm having.
I'm not usually the kind of person who lusts over people or their appearances.  I'll at least acknowledge them as hot and then move on, but I don't dwell on them.  Until I went back to our shared dorm still wearing Bakugou's hoodie and started having flashbacks of our few moments together.  His scent coupled with the memory of his smirk and those intense crimson eyes left me with a lingering high.  We had left things unfinished, and that little nagging in the back of my head drove me to do something I wouldn't normally do.
And that was stalking him.  I ended up scrolling through Ochaco's following list for his profile, and finding it was akin to discovering a hidden treasure.  From the outline of his build in that long-sleeve shirt I last saw him in, I knew there was something there.  While his profile displayed mostly pictures of his friends hanging out, there were also clips of him training in the gym.  Only when I chose those to watch those and scrolled to the end of the set would I be gifted with a beautiful mirror selfie of him in a black tank top.  Even just standing there, hands in his pockets or arms crossed across his chest, the curve of his arms and veins straining underneath entice me.
But that wasn't what stands out to me the most.  It's actually his neck.  In the small amount of time I'd spoken to him, the moment that he removed his hood and exposed it to me is the image that replays the most.  The structure of his muscles and his collarbone melding together into a perfect sculpture of a man.  That's what mostly haunted me.  To think it's one of the more sensitive parts of him makes my heart pound a little harder.  In every picture, it was the first thing I looked for.
"You planning on taking that off anytime soon?"
I jolted when Ochaco's sly comment awoke me from my reverie.  "Yeah, I just needed to check something first," I tried to play it off before - reluctantly - ripping the hoodie off of me.
And now, the day after that, I have to give it back to him.  This morning, a rogue though flashed into my mind: instead of simply handing it to him, I could wear it to class and have him watch me peel it off my body.  Such a thought never occurred to me before, startling me for being brash.
I did wear it though. I told myself it was cold in the classroom and I would need it.
When I walked into the classroom, I didn't dare to glance at the back for him since my thoughts haven't been the purest and I think I might've choked if I didn't mentally prepare myself.  If he was nice enough, he would have respected that sign, but he wasn't.
As soon as I turned around from getting a pen from my bag, there he was leaning on my desk, earning an embarrassing squeal from me.
His head tilts against his arm.  "That's a lovely shade on you."
My breath stops for a millisecond.  Huh?
Bakugou twirls one of the strings on the hoodie around his finger.  "The black matches your nails."
Oh.  Duh.  "Yeah?  I might keep it then."  Just to make my point, I pull the hood up on my head.  "You're probably not getting this back."
"Hording my clothes now?"  He clicks his tongue, "Sounds like you're the creep now.  Or just a thief."
Haaa, you don't know the half of it.  From the position he's in, leaning down on the desk and resting his head on his arm, there's a very perfect view of his neck and collarbone right in front of my eyes from under his black shirt and denim jacket.  I try not to linger on it and force myself to concentrate on his face instead.  "I'll give it back after class, this room is always too cold for me."  But today it feels just a bit hotter.
We agree to get lunch and head to the library after class until the professor arrives and he returns to his seat, but not before sending a wink my way.  I clutch the neck of the hoodie, stunned as the gesture spirals be back to us almost kissing, before the fire alarm rudely interrupted everything.  For the rest of class, I'm more concerned with how to take off an oversized hoodie in a sexy way than any kind of modern British prose.
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We decide on staying on one of the library floors where a moderate level of talking is allowed, taking over a small, private study room where the door is transparent and there's a rectangular glass window to see inside.  I'm partially thankful for the extra insurance keeping me from possibly jumping on him, but that doesn't keep me from staring and letting my mind run wild.
Bakugou chose the seat at the head of the table and I chose the seat adjacent to him.  "I can't get over how the old hag typed out an entire 7 page guideline on how to write this paper.  Does she expect us to write a dissertation or something?!"
I slurp my udon.  "She needs to chill.  I thought her sarcastic humor was funny the first week of class, but she's getting on my nerves now."
"Then why do you keep laughing at all her jokes?"
"Because I need to kiss up to her so she can at least remember me to give me a good grade for one."  I put a piece of chicken in my mouth.  "And also, I'm low key scared of her killing my first born child."
Bakugou almost chokes on his Mapo Tofu laughing at that, throwing his head back and slamming the table.  The image of me kissing his neck flashes through me and cuts my laugh short.  Calm yourself!  I clear my throat.  "Speaking of scary people, if I had met you at the party, I would've had a very different impression of you, since you were much more...aggressive there."
He has a confused expression before he looks down at his food.  "You mean how I was screaming playing that game?"
"Yeah."  I note how uncomfortable he looks on the subject.  "I guess people usually think that of you?"
"Something like that.  I was kind of a loudmouth in high school, I think I've gotten better."  He turns to me, twirling his chopsticks in his hand curiously.  "What was your first impression of me?"
I shrug.  "You're quiet, you have a brain in your head, and you like to sleep in class sometimes."
The blond snorts, "People don't usually associate me with 'quiet,' you'd be the first."
Should I be flattered by that? I wonder.
We finish our meals without another word.  I pull out my laptop and start looking through the guidelines for our paper again.  "I don't even know what book I want to write about, they're all so boring."
Bakugou shrugs, still peering into his laptop screen.  "I would just pick the one with a theme you can bullshit the most about."
"I guess," I slump down onto my arm.  I always liked reading growing up so I didn't think I would have a tough time in this class, but the professor really drains the energy out of me.
I feel a bit hot in his hoodie, perking up at the opportunity to pique his interest.  Maybe I can lift it up so my shirt underneath slides up and shows my stomach a little?  Would that be sexy?  How do I remove it casually enough in one swift movement without fucking it up?  Maybe he'll find any way I do it attractive, because hopefully that's how guys think.
I decide to just try it an see how it goes.  Lifting it with both hands from the bottom, I drag the hoodie up and almost get it over my head, feeling my shirt underneath lifting below it.  I try straightening my back to make my posture look a little more curvy than I probably already am.  The problem I face is getting it off my head, which immediately dampers my effortlessly-sexy act into an awkward one.  I have to slip my arms out from the sleeves and push it up from underneath, messing my hair up slightly in the process.
I sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction in case he saw it.  There is none, his eyes are still glued to the screen.
Well, that was kind of a fail, I think, throwing the hoodie onto the space between us.  I'm just a bit disappointed that I can't channel my inner flirt around boys I like, but it's not the end of the world.
"Too bad, I thought you look pretty good in my hoodie," he spares me a smug grin.
I freeze up at the statement, heat rushing to my cheeks.  "I think so too," I murmur, "Maybe I should steal your jacket too."
He stops tapping on his keyboard and stares at me with an unfamiliar emotion.  I'm about to ask what he's thinking before he removes his jacket and hands it to me.  "I'd like to see that."
I almost think it's a joke, but I take it from him anyway, draping it around my shoulders without putting my arms through the sleeves.  I get the sense that it might be too big on me if I put it on.  A fresh bout of his scent comes with it, sending me into another spiral of unhealthy thoughts.
"I think the universe is trying to tell me something, because you look good in all my clothes," Bakugou leans back in the seat, looking down his nose at me.
The implication makes my heart flutter.  "Yeah, they're actually mine and you'd stolen them from me before.  Or you just have a really girlish figure."  Like hell I believe that, you were probably sculpted from stone by the gods.
"Pfft, whatever you say," he rolls his eyes and looks back his laptop, scanning over the notes he wrote down.  "So, this is the list of themes for each of the books we read for class, wanna hear it just in case it triggers something for you?"
My mind is still hung on the sculpted from the gods thought, so I absently nod  while staring at him to make him think I'm paying attention.  In reality, my thoughts wander to the pictures I'd seen of him a few nights ago, the gym mirror selfies in his tank tops.  His arms are definitely just a teaser for what he probably has underneath that shirt, and I'm betting on there being a washboard waiting for me to run my hands over, judging by the brief glance I had down his shirt earlier.
Unconsciously, my eyes trace down to his black button down.  It practically teases me, his top 2 buttons undone to expose all of his collarbone and the top of his defined chest.  I don't have to go by the low quality mirror posts on his profile or the fuzzy memories from the party, it's right there for me to see.  Flashes of me running my fingers over his neck as I nibble on his ear, rogue noises of his hypothetical sighs of bliss, my hands spreading his shirt open to allow for more space to kiss down his muscular neck.  Each new image quickens my heart rate and sends a new tremor down my body.
I'd love to just devour him.
"Hey!"
Both his voice and the rational one in my head snap me back to reality.  Did I really just-
Annoyance creases in his brow as I recompose myself and sit up straight.  "Sorry, I didn't catch the last thing," my voice comes out noticeably strained.
"What's wrong with you-"  Just like that, his face crosses with an awareness that only morphs into a smirk.  "I guess you're letting your mind wander."
My eyes widen.  Shit, he knows, I'm caught!  "No, I'm just-"
"We've only known each other for a day and you're already obsessed with me, aren't you?"  He leans forward, only to have me lean back, but he pulls the collar of his jacket on me to keep me in place.  "That might be a little unhealthy, don't you think?"
I'm staring at his descending lips, part of me holding a desire for them to quell the feeling I've locked up.
Bakugou hums low, breath caressing my face.  "I think we have some unfinished business from the other night.  You must've been thinking about that."  His gaze flickers down to my slightly agape lips before slamming his down on them.  Though it's not delicate by any means, it still feels like a tester.  Electricity shudders through me at our long-awaited reunion, and when he pulls away for a moment to look down at me with half-lidded eyes, I know he feels the same thing.
And something breaks free inside me.  I hurriedly press my lips back against his, catching him by surprise.  I take the lead, quickening the tempo of our kisses as one of my hands tangle in his soft hair, not giving either of us time to breathe.  Leaning forward into him, my stomach presses into the table corner between us, and I break away from him.  Allowing only a few pants, I jolt from my seat and round the corner to take the place of his lap and join our lips again forcibly, my knees on either side of him, pressing our bodies together against the back of the chair and swiveling into the table for stability.  He was caught off guard before, but he melts into me and allows his hands to grab my waist.
I trail my tongue onto his lower lip before tracing my lips across his jaw.  "You weren't expecting this, were you?"  I breathe against the shell of his ear, his natural musk filling my nostrils.
A low groan escape him.  "I didn't think you wanted me this much.  Must've driven you a little crazy somehow."
My hand tangled in his hair drags down his neck, my nails grazing it ever so slightly, eliciting another growl from him and his grip me tighter.  "I'll show you some of what I was just thinking about."  Starting at the base of his ear, I pepper more open-mouthed kisses down the same neck that's haunted me, sometimes tickling my tongue over the spots he  stiffens up at.
Once I reach the base of his neck, barely caressing that taunting collarbone, I move the opening in his shirt away to expose more of his chest to me, continuing up to where his shoulder and neck conjoin, remaining there to massage it with my lips and lightly graze my teeth on it.  "This little creeper wanted to taste this neck you love to flaunt."  I pull away and meet his wanton gaze.  "I wonder if I should mark it."
Calloused hands dig under my shirt as he catches his breath.  "Depends.  What kind of relationship do you want from me?"  He's holding himself back.
I never stopped to think about it.  He's a pretty great guy, we have pretty strong chemistry, and we bounce off each other really well, not to mention he's the only guy to have awakened such new feelings from me.  Looping my arms around his neck and joining our foreheads together, I mutter against his lips, "Let's go on a few dates maybe?"
He smirks and gives me another slow kiss before pulling away.  "Deal.  But let's take this slow.  I can very easily do something like this to you too, but then how will I get to know you?"
I sit back on his thighs.  "Fair point.  And, just an aside," my face gets warmer at my admittance, "I don't normally do this.  I'm usually more reserved, but you're different, I guess."
"I think you were just really thirsty for a real man," he winks, earning a shove in the chest from me.  "That was an impressive show though, I'll give you credit.  Maybe later, I can show you what goes on in my head.  Except, it's a lot more than just a few neck kisses."
I almost choke on that, my cheeks growing even hotter.
Bakugou's expression softens, the teasing disappearing.  "But before that, we can enjoy ourselves in calmer things.  Like dinner?  Or bowling?"
My chest swells with something lighter than desire.  "Sounds like a plan."
He plants a kiss on my nose.  "Okay, now get off before someone walks in on us.  It's a study room, not a make out room, creep."
I get off him and settle back into my seat.  "I think I prefer the term 'perv,' thank you very much."
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