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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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So this is a personal one for me to ask and if you're not comfortable with it don't mind it; how would the tmnt boys (seperate) react when the reader confesses that they're autistic after the boys got curious when she had some peculiar, behavior or stims. The reader would be stressed, because she has a crush on the tmnt boy in question and she didn't want them to find her weird or just stop interacting with her. When she's met with confusion instead, because the boys never heard of it, cue this weird conversation where reader tells them to the best of her ability what it is and the boys just keep asking questions. Also some general headcannons with it maybe?

Okay so I'm actually really happy that you asked me this because I feel like ASD isn't portrayed a lot in any type of media. My ADD and ASD have a lot of overlap so I hope I can capture what you're asking of me!

Now let's get into it!

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to an autistic reader

Leonardo

he wasn't really sure what was happening the first time you reacted

one minute you were standing next to him doing dishes and the next you were attempting to claw your skin off like an angry cat

Leo tried not to look annoyed as he watched you rub your hands against your shirt until your flesh started to turn red

you looked like you were crying but he knew you weren't

but your face was starting to turn purple and your cheeks were puffy from the effort of holding your breath

"Y/N? You need to breathe."

You shot a glare at him, scathing eyes meeting his now very concerned expression

your own softened and you clutched your arms to your chest, heaving oxygen into your lungs until your face became a normal shade again

"Are you okay?"

The words were stuck in your throat and you weren't sure if you should nod or shake your head

so you gave him a half-hearted shrug

he frowned back at you but turned to finish the dishes on his own

when he questioned you about it later he couldn't help but be curious

"Well actually it's uh- it's kinda a sensory type of thing? There are certain textures that I can't stand touching do I avoid them but if I come into contact by accident my brain just kinda explodes and I shut down."

"How exactly does that work though?"

"I don't really understand it much but like- you know that feeling you get when you think there's a bug on you and there's not but it really really feels like it?"

He nodded

"Yeah, it feels like that. And anytime I touch something that triggers that reaction it takes FOREVER to get the feeling off my skin. That's why I usually wear gloves when I do dishes. Guess I just forgot to grab 'em today."

He was sympathetic

and god, you were so embarrassed

lucky for you, Leo's not an asshole

"Well thank you for explaining it to me, you really freaked me out earlier. I'll talk to April and see if we can keep a pair or two at the lair just in case you forget again."

Consider your heart melted

you couldn't even find the words to thank him and holy shit was your face red

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah Leo?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me- us that you were autistic?"

Did you rip the band aid off now or make something up? Which would ,technically speaking, be less catastrophic in the long run?

"I uh- I really like you and I really didn't want you or the other's to look at me differently..."

wow, you liked him? miss ma'am you have saved this boy a world of anxiety and damn does he thank you for it

"Thanks for telling me... and y/n? I really like you to."

Awh fuck yeah, best possible execution of band aid-ripping-off ever

Donatello

Donnie wished he could act surprised when you finally told him

he really wanted to, it would've made you feel better for sure

but he sucked at lying and he didn't want to make you feel like he thought you were an idiot

because that was so far from the truth

after going through extensive research on Mikey's behalf when he suspected he had ADHD Donnie had stumbled across many different websites that discussed the symptoms and overlaps between both disorders

to make a long story short, Donnie knew that you had ASD and he was waiting for you to tell him

it would probably come off as rude if he brought it up in conversation right?

he didn't want to risk it

but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and your behaviors

he was a man of science, of course he was going to analyze you

not in a weird way or anything, just as a curious sort of precaution

but the longer you were involved in the turtle's lives the more noticeable your stims and meltdowns got, Donnie did his best to cover for you without making you suspicious of him

eventually he'd come up with something that he hoped would come across as a friendly gesture and wouldn't set you off or scare you away

it was game night at the lair and you, as always, were perched on the arm of the sofa, a large grin plastered on your face

inside your head was exploding but you were masking it pretty well if you do say so yourself

but Donnie was, well... donnie was donnie

so when he noticed you starting to rock a little more visibly he removed his attention from commentating the game and grabbed a pair of headphones from the side table

you were beyond confused when he passed them to you but your face revealed everything

"They're noise cancelling, try them on."

holy shit it was like putting your head underwater, everything was muffled

not in the way normal headphones did, you quite literally couldn't hear anything at all, just a calm amount of nothing

you nearly started crying when you realized that Donnie had figured you out on his own

but you'd never been more relieved about anything in your life

Raphael

he wouldn't admit that he was mesmerized by your presence

you practically radiated calm

his complete opposite

it was his favorite thing about you, because despite your quiet disposition and calming aura you weren't afraid to call him out or rebut any of his insults

this was not something you expected him to appreciate nor was it something you thought would make you catch feelings

but damn if you didn't

he'd been sitting in on yours and Donnie's little experiment for an hour or so now, watching you both exchange quiet whispers and inside jokes that you always seemed to lag on

then you slipped up

not bad, nothing detrimental to the project, just the same mistake that you'd already made ten times over

you might as well have exploded

"Y'N, you just have to move thi-"

"I KNOW DONATELLO. I FUCKING KNOW AND I JUST CAN'T DO THIS BULLSHIT!"

you set everything down gently enough to avoid breaking it before turning and storming out of the lab, waving your hands like they were on fire

Raph and Donnie exchanged a look that sent the larger red turtle following after you

when you calmed yourself down enough to talk you kept your gaze locked on the wall, explaining that you couldn't make eye contact when you were upset

he might not be the smartest brother, but Raph's no dummy, he put those pieces together pretty quickly after you told him that one small detail

he wasn't upset that you didn't tell him and you'd personally never been more relieved

your heart nearly splattered into the stratosphere when you finally gace him your own explanation

"yeah, I like ya too."

you grinned so wide you were sure your face would split open and your entire body rocked side to side with excitement

he thought that was pretty adorable too

And he did stick around to offer a bit of support when you apologized to Donnie for screaming at him

Michaelangelo

to be frank it probably shouldn't have taken so long for Mikey to realize that you were autistic

the similarities between your own personality and his ADHD were so in sight it was near painful

it was his turn to make dinner that night and you'd made sure that you came over early to help him set up, you knew how side-tracked he'd get and you were the poster child for solid routine

what more perfect matchup existed?

trick question, there isn't one

you were on one side of the counter cutting vegetables and he was on the other throwing said vegetables into the mixing pot

the music was at an ungodly level of loud so your only means of communication were screaming over it

"MIKEY."

"WHA?"

"YOU GOT THE-"

"YEAH."

"AND THE-"

"UH HUH."

"COOL, HAVE YOU SEEN THE-"

"TONGS? NO, THE SKEWERS. YEAH, THEY'RE IN THE OTHER DRAWER."

"THANKS."

the two of you went about your previous tasks, thinking nothing of the conversation that had just taken place

at least until you'd begun washing your knife and cutting board

that's when Casey walked in, looking both perturbed and annoyed at the same time

"Alright, which one of you knows telepathy?"

Mikey exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a raised eyebrow

"The hell you mean brah?"

he looked at the both of you like you were the ones that had grown four extra heads before speaking again

"You literally just had a conversation with like five words and somehow just knew what the other meant? What's up with that?"

you glanced at Mikey again

"Holy shit, did we?"

"I mean, not really. You used your hands."

now all three of you were confused but it quickly became two when Casey shook his head in defeat and left the room

"You know I think he's right."

he blinked first and your staring contest ended

"But you used your hands-"

"I got autism Mikey, one does not simply not use their hands as forms of speech."

"You're-"

"Yep."

was the silence laughing at you? could it do that? it was kinda rude

"Huh, that actually makes sense, that's not mean is it?"

you shook your head no

"You're just me but fast."

Mikey agreed with that, pestered you with a few more questions, and went back about working, as did you, you saw no reason to address it further

but your cheeks burned red

"Yo- Y/N that actually explains why everyone else thinks we're a thing."

you didn't know if you could choke on air or not but you did it anyways

"Are we?"

he gave you his signature grin

"If we are then Raph owes April a hundred bucks."

you returned his smile

"Oh this oughta be good."

I'd like to preface this by apologizing for my near three week absence. Life got crazy and my writer's block hopped on a train, went through a school zone, killed seven pedestrians, and committed tax fraud before tumbling off a cliff never to be seen again.

But on the bright side- I got my SAT scores back and started some scholarship applications. Super happy with that. School's out in a few weeks so I'll be able to write more (hopefully).

Anyways, I hope I got this one down okay. I may have hyper analyzed the request so I might be a little off. But I really enjoyed doing this one and I hope you like it!

-Mars 🌠

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freakynct · 4 years

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「 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 」

— 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ��

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sugar daddy!jaehyun, slight mention of sexual harassment, alcohol, daddy!kink, degradation, dirty talk, choking, oral [fem receiving], spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex and a little angst at the end

𝐚/𝐧: this one shot was heavily inspired by this anons ask and some of the lines they suggested were used, so a especial thank u to this person!

when you started this all you wanted was an easy and quick way to pay for your college since your relationship with your parents has never been the best and they wouldn't help you pay for one cent of your studies, and if you really wanted to have a better life than theirs, you need this. but when you signed for the website all you got were messages from disgusting old men with the sole purpose of fucking a much younger girl because their wives weren't able to satisfy them anymore. and as you were about to give up and just accept the fact that you would have to keep working at the store where you were constantly sexually harassed by your boss and were the salary barely covered your food expenses, you got a new message, but this time from a much younger man that approached you with a kind line instead of a dick pic. you read his name at the top of his profile: jung yoon-oh. and at that time you didn't know just how much your life would change because of that man.

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this was already your fifth time meeting up with jaehyun. that's what he had told you to call him on your first date with him, when he took you to the finest restaurant you had ever set foot on. you thought about the memory and how much he had done for you since then, as you stood in front of the big rotating doors of the hotel where you always met him when it was time to thank him for all the money he spent on you. you let go of the hem of the expensive dress you had been nervously picking on since you got there. it didn't matter how many times you met him and did this with him, you always felt a shiver inside your stomach at the thought of seeing him in front of you again, at the thought of his fingers touching your skin again. you finally took the courage of stepping forward and walking inside of the big building, making your way to the reception.

"hello, i'm here for jung yoon-oh." your voice couldn't help but to shake as you tried to deliver your only line, watching as the receptionist's face lit up at the sound of your words.

"miss [y/l/n], yes. he's expecting you at the presidential suite on the 20th floor." she said with the brightest smile on her face while handing you the room's card key and you figured she must've only been this nice because it was part of her job.

you thanked her and made your way to the elevator, pressing the button to the 20th floor and making the whole journey in silence, alone with your thoughts and the soothing elevator music. you found yourself hesitating as you stood in front of the door where you knew we would be waiting for you. you fixed your hair and dress, preparing to face him but before you could unlock the door with your own key, jaehyun did it for you, standing tall and proud in front of you, your eyes meeting for the first time that night.

"you were planning on just standing there?" his deep voice sent shivers down your body and even though you were still confused as to how he knew you were already there, you didn't dare to question him, walking into the hotel room as soon as he made way for you to pass.

you nervously stood there, your back turned to him as your eyes scanned over the luxurious and spacious room, already so familiar to you.

"is everything ok?" his voice sounded now closer to your ear, as you felt his presence right behind you, his hands caressing down your arms and his warm breath fanning certain strands of your hair away from your neck.

"hm, yeah. everything's fine." you slowly turned around to face him, a small smile on your lips as you finally had the time to admire his perfect facial features. he was indeed one of the most handsome men you've ever met.

"come." his voice was almost soothing to you, making your body relax as you took his hand that he had extended for you, pulling you across the room to sit at the end of the large king sized bed decorated with fine red silk sheets and small rose petals. you admired the way he moved in his all black suit, his hair pushed back and a shiny silver watch on his wrist as he holded the champagne bottle in his hand, pouring the liquid inside of two tall glasses. he handed you one of them, sitting next to you in bed and you noticed how his eyes ran through your body.

"you look so beautiful tonight." he brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the bitter drink.

"thank you. you bought me this dress." you smiled as you looked down at the detailed dress that you modelled, sexy but so sophisticated at the same time, accentuating every curve on your body perfectly, it had become one of your favorite dresses you've ever owned.

"i know. and it fits you perfectly." you lifted your head back up as soon as you felt his warm hand on your thigh, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin and as your eyes met his, you saw the dark sparkle in them and suddenly you were reminded of why you were there in the first place.

"how's college going? have you paid your tuition yet?" you nodded your head, now being your turn to take a sip out of the champagne, frowning your face at the bitter taste.

"yes. thank you, you know, for the money." he could see how sincere you were and jaehyun felt his heart warming up in a way no one has ever done.

"you're endearing." your eyes widened slightly at his comment, not expecting such compliment to come from him. "you're always so grateful for everything i give you." his thumb came up to caress your cheek and you couldn't help but to lean against his hand, admitting to having missed his touch.

over the couple of weeks you spent together, surprisingly he had become more than just your sugar daddy. you had found yourself talking for hours on the phone with him about your problems and even laughing with him. you found a friend and someone you could open up to without feeling any judgement and you felt happy and safe by his side. you saw him leaning closer to you, his hand taking the glass from your hand and placing it down on the floor next to his own. his lips carefully brushed against yours before involving you in a deep and passionate kiss, his soft lips moving perfectly against yours and you had forgotten how much you missed his taste of mint and alcohol against your mouth. your hands found their way to his shoulders as his bigger ones moved over your bare thighs, his fingertips brushing ever so slightly under the hem of your dress and you longed for the moment when they actually reached where you wanted him most. he moved his lips away from yours and you almost whined at the lost of contact, watching him getting up and extending his hand to you and as always you did has he commanded, taking his hold and getting up from the bed, his agile hands turning you around abruptly by your waist so that your back was now facing him and you felt by his rougher touch that you were in for a long night.

he brushed your hair out of the way and over your shoulder, unzipping the back of your dress slowly, helping it slide down your body as his lips pressed a warm kiss to your shoulder, making you close your eyes at the touch, the only piece of clothing covering your body now being a very thin and small pair of white panties. his fingers ran down your exposed back while he continued to press gentle kisses all over the surface of your neck. he turned you around one more time, and if it wasn't for his tight grip on your arm you would've lost your balance. he pushed you to sit down on the bed, squatting in front of you and placing your foot on top of his thigh as he unbuckled your heels and carefully removed them from your feet. you couldn't help but to feel butterflies in your stomach at how gentle he was being with you, knowing that that was about to change in a few minutes.

"my accountant told me there was a very big expense made at a clothing store in my name." you immediately felt your cheeks burning up, remembering the shopping spree you decided to do with your friend when jaehyun so kindly handed you over one of his cards. you were never someone to just spend a large amount of money like that but you couldn't help but to feel excited when such possession was in your hands. "care to explain?" you avoided his eyes as much as possible, too embarrassed to even look at him after being caught like that and you cursed yourself mentally for being so dumb. you couldn't seem to be able to find your words and you could feel his eyes burning down on you and suddenly you were surprised by the small chuckle he let out.

"i just wish you would've told me. i thought someone had stolen one of my cards." he got up again, his big and strong body hovering over your practically naked one. you were surprised he wasn't mad at you. you thought you would get the biggest scolding of your life but no. all he wanted was for you to tell him that you would indeed spend all of his money on overly priced clothes. you looked up at him with doe eyes, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip and applying pressure for you to part your lips for him.

"my spoiled little girl." he slowly introduced his digit inside your mouth, your lips wrapping around and sucking gently at it, gaining a satisfying grunt from jaehyun and you could feel the wet patch in your panties growing bigger. "what should i do with you?" he tilted his head to the side, slowly removing his thumb from your mouth and moving his hand down your jaw until his fingers were perfectly wrapped around your neck and before you know it he had you pinned down to the bed, his larger body over yours and the way the fabric of his suit rubbed against your exposed skin made you squirm. he applied a little more pressure to your neck and you parted your lips, trying to gasp for air and watching as a devilish smirk appeared on his face.

"you like spending all of your daddy's money on clothes? hm?" he let go of your neck and you were able to breathe normally again, biting on your bottom lip as his fingers made their way down your body, raising goosebumps underneath them as he created a trail of kisses from the top of your neck to your chest. your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his soft lips wrapping around one of your nipples, his warm tongue soothing over the hard bud and he sucked a little harder on it, your hands quickly finding their way to his hair as he worked on your breasts. your legs wrapped around him, wanting to feel him closer to you and to feel his bulge rubbing against your covered core, letting a soft moan escape between your lips at the combination of his wet mouth on you and the friction on your clit.

"you're such a greedy little girl. you have to learn to be patient." his voice was calm but stern at the same time as he sat up on the bed, looking down at your naked body sprawled out on the bed for him, his hands undoing his tie and throwing it somewhere on the floor, his blazer following right after, only unbuttoning two or three buttons on his dress shirt to give him more freedom but he still insisted in being all dressed while you stood there naked, it gave him a feeling of power over you.

he came down to your breasts one more time, giving them quick little kisses before making his way down your body, kissing over your ribs and stomach until his lips where the closest they'd ever been to your core that night, only the little barrier of thin fabric dividing them. he looked up at you as he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties and you lifted your hips slightly so he could pulled them down your legs. you were officially naked in front of him and you felt vulnerable as you felt his eyes burning holes on your skin. he got up and kneeled at the end of the bed, grabbing your ankles and yanking you down towards him, your dripping core now standing face to face with him and you had the urge to close your thighs together, being interrupted by jaehyun's much stronger hands that holded your legs apart.

"don't be shy, princess. don't you want daddy to make you feel good?" your body shivered as you felt his lips trailing kisses on the insides of your thighs, so close that you could feel his warm breath against your core. you whined when he sucked a small hickie on your skin and your fingers came down to caressed his hair as his mouth got closer and closer to where you were burning.

"please…" your words came out almost as a whisper and a small smirk formed on his lips.

"how bad do you want daddy's tongue?" he pressed a gentle kiss to the outside of your lips and you arched your back slightly, wanting to feel more of him, a deep sigh leaving between your lips.

"i want it so bad… please daddy." the words rolled out of your mouth without much effort and you finally felt his warm tongue lick up at your wet slit, sucking gently at your clit and you couldn't help but to moan as he worked his mouth on you in such a skillful way. his hands grabbed tightly at your thighs that rested on his shoulders and his eyes looked up at you, his cock getting harder in his pants as he examined the fucked out expression on your face every time his tongue flicked your clit. your fingers tighten on his hair and you received a grunt from his part, sending vibrations down your spine. you whined when his lips left your sensitive nub and he stood up again, standing so tall over you. his fingers worked on unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt and you took the opportunity to raise your foot up his leg, brushing it against his boner and he quickly grabbed your ankle, groaning at the feeling as you let go of a little chuckle.

"didn't i just say you had to learn to be patient? hm?" he raised an eyebrow at you and let go of your ankle to take off his shirt, exposing his perfectly toned abs to you. but because you weren't particularly in the mood to listen to him tonight, you decided to keep teasing him, applying even more pressure over his boner with your foot and he flinched away from your touch, causing you to laugh at his reaction, a deep sigh leaving through his nostrils as he grabbed your ankle again, pushing it away from him.

"oh i see. you wanna act like a little brat? is that it princess? you want me to treat you like the fucking brat that you are? alright then." and without giving you time to even react to his words he had you flipped to your stomach, your body jolting forward and a whine escaping your lips as you felt a stinging pain where jaehyun smacked your ass. a cheeky smile made its appearance on your lips as you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and your body burned with anticipation. you were never like this but jaehyun somehow brought a different side of you out, a side that only he got to see.

"daddy, are you going to fuck your little girl or what?" you asked in a whiny tone, pushing your ass up slightly but only getting a harder smack on it in return.

"my little girl is not here, only this greedy brat." you let go of a soft moan as you felt his body being pressed against your back, his hard cock brushing over your ass as his fingers wrapped firmly around your neck, pulling your head back, his lips touching the side of your ear.

"and since you wanna act like one, i'll fuck you like one." and suddenly his body wasn't over yours anymore, his hands grabbing your hips to push your ass up and the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, his length sliding inside you slowly as you whimpered from finally being filled with him. you moaned loudly as soon as he started moving inside you, missing him more than what you would like to admit.

one of his hands came in contact with the back of your neck, pressing the side of your face into the mattress as his other hand kept its place over your ass, grabbing and kneading at the flesh as his pace got faster and rougher, a overwhelming sensation running through your body.

"yeah… you like my cock inside you just like you like my fucking money? hm? greedy brat." all you could do was moan into the silk sheets, your fingers holding tight to them. you felt jaehyun's fingers on your hair, pulling your head back once again and you noticed that you had forgotten to breathe for a second, gasping as his cock hit deeper inside you. "answer me, brat. or have you forgotten your manners too?" you tried to gather your words before answering but you probably took too long doing so because you felt jaehyun's hand smack your ass as his movements got even faster and rougher, wanting you to spit out your words for him.

"yes… yes daddy… i love it… i love your- i love your cock." you spoke between moans, your voice equally as weak as your body was. you clenched around him at the feeling of your orgasm approaching, drool falling from the corners of your mouth into the red sheets from having your mouth open for so long.

"that's my pretty girl." he groaned, grabbing both of your hips in his hands, thrusting inside you fast, he also feeling his orgasm coming closer. "are you going to be a good girl and come all over daddy's cock, princess?" you thought you were going to explode at any moment and you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"yes, i-i'm gonna…" you felt your orgasm finally washing over you, your pussy clenching hard around him and your body shaking as jaehyun's hand caressed the small of your back.

"there you go. let go for me, baby." you cried out into the silk sheets as you came down from the intense feeling, your mind completely blank. you heard him groan loudly and suddenly he wasn't inside you anymore, making you feel unpleasantly empty as you felt his warm cum hitting your back, painting it white.

you couldn't hold yourself up anymore and as soon as jaehyun let go of your hips, your body fell weak into the mattress, your breathing heavy and your eyelids way too heavy to keep them up.

your body squirmed when you felt a warm wet towel against your back, cleaning up the mess that jaehyun had done. you just layed there, in silence as he carefully brushed the fabric between your legs and your heart warmed up at his kind gesture that he never seemed to miss at the end of a heated session like the one you just had. it didn't matter how rough he was with you during sex, you knew that at the end of it he was always going to take care of you. the rough fabric of the towel was replaced by the soft skin of his hand that now caressed every part of your bare body as he remained seated next to you, his eyes soft as he stared at you.

"you're ok?" his sweet voice spoke and you were brought to reality, slowly sitting up on the bed, nodding your head and jaehyun was quick to hold a soft white robe around your naked body, encouraging you to put it on, his thumb caressing your cheek and a beautiful smile making an appearance on his lips and suddenly you found yourself lost in his deep brown eyes.

"oh wait." he spoke, getting up and walking towards one of the tables where he grabbed a white envelope, joining you on the bed again and handing it over to you.

"what is this?" you spoke, still confused at what was going on and that's when he said the words you never thought could be this painful.

"it's money, for tonight." you couldn't help but to feel your heart break as you were reminded once more why you were there in the first place. you were there for money and you were stupid to believe that for a second he would look at you as more than just an exchange of favors. "what's wrong? is everything ok?" the concern was evident on his voice as his thumb brushed away the one tear you had allowed to fall, shaking your head and forcing yourself to put on a smile on your lips.

"it's nothing. i just… remembered something." you chuckled to push away your feelings and you felt his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer to his chest.

"you know you can always tell me everything, right?" you looked up at him, a sad smile adorning your lips as you were once again met with his soft brown eyes.

"i don't think i can tell you this." it was your turn to caress the side of his face, pulling him closer until your lips met, moving against each other gently and you knew how that kiss didn't mean nearly as much to him as it did to you.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 (𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Part Two / Part Three/ Part Four

Pairing: Bad boy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, School AU.

Summary: Y/N never cared about a lot, her only goal was to get through college as quickly as possible. One day, she makes eye contact with the notorious bad boy class and unintentionally glares at him. Did she just screw up her peaceful school life?

Requested by a very close friend who better appreciate this or else :) ♡

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12:53

Only 2 minutes had passed since Y/N had looked at the clock, but it felt like an eternity. She always did hate computer science. Not because she felt it was difficult or kept her up at all hours of the night trying to finish the assigned tasks, that was more of a biochemistry thing. It was because although her professor was really excellent at teaching them and helping them maneuver all the software, he had an awful tendency to leave early, sometimes up to half an hour, and just let them do as they pleased. While some decided to watch stupid cat videos, browse through their social media, others went as far as to play video games or even go onto some questionable websites that more than once made her cringe with disgust.

Y/N often just sat there, either finishing up assignments for her other classes or bored to death, waiting for it to be 1pm so she could go off campus and get something to eat. Having forgotten to eat breakfast, even a simple untoasted bagel cause she accidentally overslept through her alarm, she could really use some fuel in her system. She was tired, hungry and therefore moody, which was never a good combination.

12:56

She groaned softly and let her head fall back on the head of the chair. She closed her eyes, not caring about dozing off right then and there in front of the whole class. What would they care? They're too immersed in their narcissistic fake Instagram lives or their sadomasochistic porn desires to pay attention to her. In fact, no one ever really payed attention to her and she didn't care. She liked it that way. Invisible, unseen. It meant no one bothered her and no distractions from her only goal in life. No one seemed to notice or even look at her.

That's what she believed. But for some odd reason she couldn't shake off a weird feeling of someone watching her. She slowly opened her eyes and was indeed met with a pair of dark, glassy eyes staring right at her. Dark eyes sitting on top of a perfectly straight nose, small luscious pink lips accompanying a sharp jawline only complimenting the rest of his heavenly features.

Park Seonghwa.

If someone were to ask Y/N her honest opinion of him, she'd probably respond:

"I don't know. Everyone is afraid of him and everyone tells horror stories though."

Yes, he had a reputation for being the school's bad boy. She's personally never actually seen him be violent towards anyone, but she had heard about fights that often happened at the football field, always ending in his apparent victory. She never payed mind to such stories, frankly she didn't even care. She had even forgotten that he was in the same class as her, up until this very moment.

She somehow expected him to look away, but he didn't. He kept his gaze locked on hers. In any other circumstance, she would have looked away, but something about his stare kept her from looking away. The corners of his lips were slightly curled upward, almost as if they were forming a soft smile. That could just be his lip shape though, after all, she's never actually looked at him closely. His eyes as well had a particular glow to them, and if she wasn't in such a bad mood maybe....just maybe, she would have felt her cheeks heat up and turn a baby pink shade. But she simply looked away after a minute of staring into his eyes. Wait...was it a minute?

12:58

Yep. Pretty much around that time. 2 minutes left until her torture ended. Maybe if she looked at it hard enough, maybe time would go faster. Foolish thought but it is often said that the mind works wonders. Although in this case it seemed to be doing the opposite of what she wanted. And she still felt the same pair of eyes staring at her. So turning back she found she was correct.

Only this time instead of curled lips and glowy eyes, she was met with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw. Now she felt a shiver ran down her spine as Seonghwa glared at her, almost as if he was threatening her. And it truly was menacing.

The light twinkling of a bell signaled that it was 1pm and time to leave. Y/N grabbed her books that were out in front of her desktop and quickly shoved them in her book bag as if it was an Olympic sport. She nearly tripped as she scurried out of the classroom, ignoring the throbbing pain on her shin which had collided with the leg of the chair. All she knew is that she didn't want to stay long enough to figure out if all the stories she heard about Park Seonghwa were true or not. So she practically ran out of the campus, completely forgetting about her hunger or tiredness. She was fully awake now and her stomach felt sick that she couldn't possibly even think about taking a bite out of anything.

Meanwhile the man she left behind at the classroom stood there in shock, his mouth letting out a soft scoff at her behavior. He shook his head as he picked up his jacket that was hanging on his chair and a notebook that had fallen out a few feet away from the row of computers in front of him. His mind was already working, planning on how to deal with this.

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I heard he was pissed.

Seriously?

Didn't you hear the way he slammed the door?

She must have done something to piss him off.

I don't know, all I know is that Seonghwa was fuming while muttering something about giving it to her.

Whoever she is, she sounds as good as dead.

That's what Y/N overheard some girls gossiping about while she was in the bathroom. Now half of the school was hell bent on finding out who was the mysterious girl who dared glare at Seonghwa and what he'd do to her. That's practically what the school thrived on: gossip and drama. And frankly, she wanted no part in it.

So for the next week, she completely changed her usual routine. She purposefully used routes that she'd never gone through before to attend her classes, she refused to eat at any nearby cafes around the neighborhood, and she went as far as to not physically attend her computer science course. One of the blessings of a course involving a computer was the fact she could do it right at home and she decided to take full advantage of it. And she most certainly avoided any places where she knew Seonghwa and his group of friends tended to hang around in.

She was scared, she was willing to admit that. Scared of whatever Seonghwa was planning for her, scared of it becoming the new school gossip and overall just terrified. So even if it was a pain and hassle to go to such extremes, she wanted to avoid the confrontation at all times and she thought she was doing a fairly good job.

Apparently not good enough.

Having forgotten a few things in her locker, she went back after almost everyone had cleared out, only the staff stayed behind at this hour, locked in the teacher's lounge no doubt complaining about their day's work. She was so distracted trying to organize the books and journals in her arms that she was only brought back to reality when her locker was slammed shut right in front of her, frightening her so much that she dropped all her things to the ground. She looked back and froze when it was none other than Seonghwa who stood in front of her.

"6 days..."

His deep voice felt like ice, freezing her from moving let alone breathe.

"For 6 whole days, I've been waiting for you in class, only to find out you stayed home. Then, no matter where I searched, you always figured out a way to avoid me...."

Seonghwa leaned down, close to her face, smirking right at her.

"Well I finally caught you little one....and there's been something I wanted to do..."

Oh no! This was exactly what she feared. There was no one around to protect her or even witness what was going to happen. So Y/N closed her eyes and braced herself for whatever was going to come. She only hoped that it would end as quickly as possible.

"I like you."

Wait. What?

She looked up in shock, wondering if she heard what she thought. Seonghwa had leaned back up and stared at her.

"I like you. I've been wanting to tell you that. " He repeated himself.

Y/N didn't even know what face she made, but whatever it was, it made Seonghwa chuckle softly at her reaction. Bending down, he began to pick up her stuff that she dropped.

"I don't expect you to confess your feelings for me nor even answer me at the moment." He continued as he handed her the books and journals.

"I know you're confused right now, I would be too if I was in your place. Besides...."

He looked at her and smiled very faintly.

"There's plenty of time to get to know each other. After all, the weekend starts tomorrow."

He picked up his bookbag that he had previously set down on the floor and slung it over his shoulder. Then he took out a baby pink journal with sparkles on the side from his bag.

"By the way, you left this at class when you ran out the door." He handed her what rightfully belonged to her. She recognized it as her sketching notepad.

"See you soon Y/N. Real soon." He winked and waved goodbye at her before walking away.

Y/N stood there, her mouth wide open and looking around, questioning if this was a dream, a nightmare or reality.

What the hell just happened?!

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"Medium hot white chocolate mocha with Irish cream syrup and whip cream."

The customer went up to the counter and picked up their drink, not even bothering to say a thank you or even acknowledge her presence.

"Thank you. Have a very nice day." Y/N repeated the customary line they all had to say when someone left the shop, making sure to add a warm smile and to use a light tone of voice.

Once the customer had left, Y/N turned back to her coworker, Jinhee, who was already groaning.

"That old geezer was such a pain! You're lucky you didn't take his order. I was about to strangle him." Jinhee complained and made a choking gesture with her hands.

"That bad huh?" Y/N asked as she wiped down the counter around the espresso machine.

"It's Saturday Y/N, and it's almost night. What do you expect? Only Karens and their annoying husbands come by for caffeine at this hour." Jinhee shook her head, tired from dealing with so many demanding and pushy customers.

"Look on the bright side, it's almost 7, meaning we get to go home soon." Y/N tried to remain positive.

"Hell yeah! I can't wait. Me and the girls are heading out to that club I was telling you about. You should seriously come."

Y/N expected Jinhee to ask her to join them, she always did. She loved Jinhee, she really did, but her style of having fun wasn't exactly her cup of tea. Y/N did not want to spend a perfectly good night getting shit faced drunk and waking up the next morning in some stranger's bed.

"Thanks Ji, but no. I have...plans tonight." She quickly said, although both knew that was a total lie.

"Yeah..... let me guess, plans that involve packets of ramen, an order of chicken wings, tub of ice cream while you rewatch some anime about a demon butler or about a people murdering journal?" Y/N hated how Jinhee knew her so well.

"Leave me alone!" Y/N threw the rag in her hand at her friend, who was now laughing at her reaction.

They both went back to their usual task of cleaning and disinfecting what was already clean since there weren't many customers when it was nearing closing time. Jinhee decided to go to the back room to make sure everything would be stocked for the next day, leaving Y/N to attend anyone who came in. Since she wasn't expecting anyone, she took out her notepad and began sketching like she usually did. She didn't know why, but the serene, tranquil atmosphere in the coffee shop, the scent of the freshly brewed coffee mixed with the light hint of cinnamon and other spices always seemed to inspire her to draw to her heart's content. And right now, she knew she wanted to draw a face. What face exactly? She didn't know. But she decided to start drawing the outline to give her a base to work with, while she figured out if she'd draw someone she knew or just an imaginary person that would only live in her mind.

The ringing of the bell signaled that someone had come inside, just when she was about to relax. Getting up, she quickly put her notebook out of sight and straightened her apron.

"Welcome! What can I get for-"

She stopped when she looked up to see Seonghwa himself in the shop. He looked at her and snorted softly.

"Don't you look adorable in that uniform."

Y/N pouted slightly, feeling self conscious about the pink and red apron.

"Aww come on, don't give me that look doll. You do look cute." Seonghwa complimented her, making her blush a little.

"Wha-what can I get for you?" She cleared her throat and went back to being professional.

Seonghwa scanned the menu options before looking back at Y/N. He studied her features closely before asking:

"What's your favorite drink?"

"Huh?" Y/N wasn't expecting him to ask her that.

It always did threw her off whenever people asked her what she liked. She hated answering cause customers would always say how boring her favorite drink was or complain it wasn't their type. Well if it's not your type, then why ask in the first place right?

"I'm still waiting for an answer doll."

Seonghwa's voice brought her out of her trance. She pondered over her choices: either tell him and get it over with or just lie and pick some random drink.

"I like a simple hot chocolate with caramel." Guess the first option was the winner.

Seonghwa looked at her endearingly when she answered.

"Not a fan of actual coffee?" He raised an eyebrow.

She shook her head. Ironic how she worked in a coffee shop yet couldn't even down a simple cafe latte cause the espresso felt too bitter on her tastebuds. Seonghwa chuckled softly, muttering a barely audible 'cute' under his breath.

"Well little lady, I guess I'll take a medium one of those and a small strawberry frappe. No coffee in that one either please."

Y/N looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"What? You're not the only one who doesn't like coffee sweetheart."

He handed her a $20 bill, not even bothering to hear the price and telling her to keep the change. He then sat down at the closest table and watched as she skillfully prepared the drinks.

When she heard the sound of the machines working, Jinhee rushed out to the front, thinking Y/N needed help.

"Do you need help?" Jinhee asked as she looked over, trying to see what Y/N was preparing.

"Relax Ji. It's only a frappe and a hot chocolate, not that difficult. It's for the guy over there." She turned her head and signaled to Seonghwa.

Jinhee had to do a double take when she saw him, her jaw dropping. Then she looked back towards Y/N.

"What?" Y/N asked as she piped the whipped cream on the frappe.

"Did one of your anime boys come to life!?" She exclaimed, making Y/N slap her arm and try to shush her.

"Shut up! That's just a guy in my class." Y/N explained as she put the drinks in a tray and maneuvered herself to put them in the front counter.

"Well now I wanna transfer to your college." Jinhee giggled, making Y/N unconsciously smile at her comment, trying hard not to laugh or she'd end up spilling everything.

"Your order is ready." She composed herself and went back to her usual demeanor.

Seonghwa walked up slowly to the counter and took the frappe and straw in front of him.

"You should smile like that more often. Makes you look even prettier."

Y/N felt her breath get caught at his comment and Jinhee nearly squealing in the back wasn't helping. She just blinked slowly as Seonghwa walked away with his frappe.

"Wait! You forgot the other drink!" She called out to him when she remembered how to use her voice.

Seonghwa shrugged.

"It's for you. You did say it was your favorite right?"

He opened the door and took one last look at her.

"See you later." He winked like he did the last time they saw each other and walked out of the shop.

Y/N stood frozen, replaying everything in her mind. Jinhee's loud voice shook her awake though.

"Holy shit! You're so lucky! He was totally hitting on you! Is he like this in class too?! I'm so jelly! Oh my God! I want one of your lover boys too!" She crossed her arms and huffed slightly.

Y/N got flustered at her comment.

"He's not my lover boy....." She whispered softly and started wiping the counter to try and get her mind off Seonghwa.

"Not yet.....but he might be." Jinhee playfully nudged her on the shoulder before giggling like a dolphin.

Y/N rolled her eyes. She still couldn't wrap the idea that Park Seonghwa actually liked her. It was a concept so foreign to her, it didn't make sense. She stared at the hot chocolate in front of her. She contemplated throwing it away, but it was too tempting. And it was for her.....

She picked up the cup and started taking small sips out of it, trying hard not to burn her tongue like she usually did. She replayed the conversation in her head once more and she found herself replaying his last words:

"See you later."

What on earth did he mean by that?

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sweettodo · 3 years

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A little push. ⟿ Shoto Todoroki x fem!reader

word count : 3k.

includes : [ slight ] breeding kink , teasing, smut, pretty much a little dacryphilia

a lil valentines day gift for my lovelies. i hope you enjoy.

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"I just don't know what to do, it's almost like he doesn't want to do anything with me at this point." Close to tears, sadness could be heard in your tone as your friends console you, attempting to give you advice. Your head in your hands whilst you rubbed your temples.

"No! No no, impossible." Mina reassures, "he just needs a little push, he's probably just nervous he’s gonna disappoint you."

"You know how shy he is, better than anyone else here"

You sigh, you were now officially out of ideas. This wasn't your first choice, but it had reached a point where disclosing to your friends the situation; desperate for their advice. "I know," throwing your back against Momo's bed, in complete despair, "I just don't know how to fix it, I can't break him out of his shell." What type of girlfriend were you? Why did you allow it to get this... this bad? There was no way to put it lightly, or nicely for that matter.

By ‘out of ideas’, you weren’t kidding. You had tried to get him into the shower with you, even teasing him while he worked, buying all the cute outfits you could think of to engine him, trying to get him to do it more often. But it was no use.

Shoto could not be a bigger prude nowadays.

Mortifying to ones ears- a shocked look plastered upon your friends' faces when you saw their reactions of complete bafflement, 'who would've thought?!' Or 'I would've thought he'd be the opposite!' They were beyond shocked, yes- Todo was quite and almost always reserved!

But it's almost always the quiet ones who are hung and the best in bed.

You shouldn't have been as embarrassed as you were- not as embarrassed as your boyfriend, but now you were in desperate need for advice on how to break the vicious cycle that went a little like this...

You and Todoroki watched a stupid action movie, your head snuggled into the crook of his armpit, one arm wrapped around you securly, your arm loosely around his waist, lazily sprawled across his body, in which he didn't mind at all. It was more or less silent throughout the movie, you loved these types of nights; with the daily, stressful and rough hero work you both were faced with, there was little to no time for you to be together for longer than an hour.

Your arm, which was laying atop your boyfriend's waist, copping a feel as you drag your arm back to your lap, the action causing his chest to tighten up at the slight touch. You eye him from the side, seeing that he was actually watching you intently as well. You wiggle yourself closer against him, he holds you tighter; you could never be close enough to him, he was like a teddy bear, one you could cling to all day. He caresses your thigh gently, although you were upset and neglected between the sheets, he strived in other things; that being kissing.

You peck his chin with a little kiss, he brings his head down so he can feel more of those little peppered kisses; you trail up his neck, his hand now squeezing your thigh a little tighter, pulling you onto his lap more so you could straddle his lap. His hands pressing against your hips, clearly enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Or at least you thought.

"I cant babe," he muttered under his breath, your face instantly falling into disappointment, she tilts his head, looking at you with understanding eyes, he seldom if ever let it get past making out; all because of one time where he butted a little too quick. At that point of he didn't even bother.

It was fucking selfish.

"We'll help you, just trust us." Momo pats your back, you were all ears.

Mina perks up excitedly, beginning her in depth lesson, which eerily enough she had seem like she was waiting for this moment. You three were going to help Todoroki, even if it meant you had to do all the work.

With your computer on your lap and your two best friends’ heads peering over your screen, you scrolled through the website with the things that you’d need to execute the plan, “fluffy? Or metal?” Momo questions, a finger tapping her chin.

“Metal.”

You couldn't peel your eyes off of the clock on your phone. You were anxious, the longer you watched the longer time was dragging on. 'Forty more minutes.' Nerves through the roof, heart pounding as you counted the minutes until you knew for sure your boyfriend would be on his way home.

Giving in, you giddily jump to your closet, bending down and grabbing the little pink bag hidden and tucked behind your jackets, grabbing the contents inside, the soft lace outfit you had bought online; Todoroki was far from privy to your plans, only the question, 'what's that' but then quickly dismissing it because he had to leave.

The cute little black scalloped bra and panties set with Shoto's favorite black stockings; that's what was in the bag. Throwing off your clothes and laying the set out on the bed while you threw your clothes in the basket, you were going to try to get him to make the first move for once, ultimately building up the confidence that he had so sillily lost.

You hadn't cared at all when it happened, but it was enough to send Shoto lock and key under the protection of a chastity belt, where he refused to even give sex any thought for the most part.

Todo and you have been together for close to three years; you do have sex- just no more than once every three months. You were going mad the more and more you thought about it, you were touch starved, and clearly he didn't care.

Turning around, slipping the lingerie on your body in front of the tall body mirror; Your tits sitting pretty in the see- through bra cups, the strings of the thong resting on the curve of your hips, you were so pleased with the way you looked, you took a few pictures in the mirror, ‘no harm in that’ you hum to yourself. If this didn't make him want to fuck you- shit, you'd fuck yourself. There was no way he would not become tempted by the lack of cloth on your body, your skin soft with lotion and the sweet spots around your body scented with his favorite perfume. Jumping on the bed, in anticipation, you knew he should be right around the corner from your apartment; this only made your heart pound out of your fucking chest more and more. There was no way you could fuck this one up, you’d be mortified.

"Are you sure about all that? I don't wanna get him mad at me." The idea was absolutely radical, you knew it was slightly out of your comfort zone... but your boyfriend? This was going to be torture for him, you almost felt guilty.

Momo, with the smug look on her face nods reassuringly, "that’s the whole point. Trust us."

Wrapping the pink silk robe around your body when you hear the familiar man kick the shoes off in the foyer, you were feeling as confident as ever. You walk down the hallway, peeking your head around the corner to see Todoroki unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, loosening his tie in the process; looking relieved to be home, he catches your eyes, looking at you confused at your attire.

Smiling cheerfully, you see him start to smile, “Todo...” he heard the little whine in your voice, he was intrigued with your little antics, you finally come around the corner, meeting up with him half way and grabbing his wrist, “I have a surprise for you.”

He tenses up, but remaining silent and compliant. You tug him into the bedroom, the lights dimmed, you had prepared yourself how you were going to execute this plan, but you felt all over the place from your nerves. You nudge him onto the bed, he plops down, a shaky breath heard from his nostrils.

“Push back,” you command, he listens which makes you thrilled, you pick up his wrist, quickly reaching your free hand in the bedside table, the metal clanking in your hand; which doesn’t register in his head until he realizes he’s unable to move his right wrist.

“Y/n, what’s this?” You ignore him, snapping the other set of cuffs around the metal bed frame and his wrists, “what are you doing?” You slide off the bed, watching him tug at the metal, the devilish smile growing on your face as you watch him struggle.

“I wanted to surprise you, is that okay?” You bat your eyelashes, walking to the foot of the bed, his eyes glued to you, sitting there clueless and overwhelmed, Todoroki totally out of wack, you untie the little tie of your robe, his eyes grow wide, jaw clenching as he frantically tries to free himself.

Your robe pools at the base of your feet, getting back on the bed, you crawl onto his lap and straddle his lap, leaning down to his ear.

“Do you want me, Todoroki?” You purr, his body restless under yours, trying desperately to set himself free.

He takes in a deep breath of air, “you know the answer to that, y/n.” He retorts, now aware of the point of this whole charade, head slightly thrown back as you drag your fingers up to his neck, tilting his head to look at you. His hair falling in front of his eyes, you push back the multicolored strands to look back into his heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re gonna be good and let me take this off, yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, you begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt, his stomach rising and falling the further down you get. He was flustered, and you’ve never felt these powerful sparks igniting within your stomach, you had him falling apart at the seams.

And it was only the beginning.

You peel open his shirt, his eyes stalking you as you continue down his body, unbuttoning his work pants, “uncuff me, now.” He demands, you shake your head innocently.

“No.” He pulls and tugs, but it’s no use, “you’re gonna see how I’ve been feeling recently.” Sneering, you begin grinding against his growing cock, tugging the pants down his waist, the obvious tent making you chew down on your bottom lip, it was working. Your hands dipping down and releasing him from the black Calvin Klein boxers.

Breathing heavily, pushing his pants down to his knees, he was painfully hard, but only growing harder at the sight of you on top of him, he could see your tits inches from his face, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.

You slowly pump him in your hand, little groans spilling from his mouth, tossing his head back with his eyes shut, finally getting the touch he was longing for.

“Stop teasing, do it already.” He grits through his teeth, you giggle, dipping your head down, letting the spit on your tongue roll off and hit the tip, seeping down as he cringes, “y/n, let me go- fuckin’ now!” He thrashes at the cuffs, his eyes dark and angry.

Leaning down, you take him into your mouth, your hot mouth sends his head slamming against the headboard, his body finally relaxing from your agonizing teasing, you hum against his cock, swearing under his breath, the torturous feeling of your mouth slowly moving up as down his throbbing dick; it was all part of the plan.

Minutes later, you’re feeling his breathing pick up pace, his body twitching from under you, knowing he was close to releasing. You speed up as well, getting him as close as possible, being as sloppy as you could, spit spilling from your mouth as you make him look at you in the eyes whilst you deep throated him.

He was so so close.

Your lips leave his cock. He swings his head up, “what the fuck!” He booms, his cheeks red, his eyes glossed with complete and utter anger as he’s now desperately trying to find a way out of the restrains, the bars of your headboard bending from his strength at this point.

Todoroki was so mad, he didn’t even bat an eye at the way he was bending the bed frame that you both shared. The loud noise of the metal bending made the hair on your body stand up on its ends, you slip off of him, licking your lips; you watch in astonishment as he finally frees one hand, jolting up to free his other arm, your stomach is doing flips. He was fucking pissed.

Your boyfriend lifts the other handcuff off the bedpost, grabbing the little keys that were on the bed stand. Standing on your feet, you barely get the chance to make a run for it before you’re behind grabbed by the wrist, your front slamming onto the bed, Todoroki holding you by the back of the neck into the sheets.

“Is this what you wanted, y/n?” He taunts, “you wanted me to take my anger out on you right?” He gives you no time to answer, he rough hand tugging your lace thong to the side and getting on the bed on his knees to ensure he could maintain the strong hold on your neck.

“Well,” he begins, “that’s what you’re gonna get.” It took him no time to slide into you, letting out a loud groan, you’re barely able to move, he doesn’t allow you to look back at him as he begins drilling into you. Incapable of mustering up screams, they fall silent.

His cock hitting your cervix mercilessly, his hips slamming into your backside. He was going absolutely mad, you had never felt him do something like this; hitting new and foreign spots within your cunt that you didn’t even realize you had.

“You like that? You like me fucking you raw like this?!” He pants, “you wanted me to fuck you hard, right?” He grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your upper body up, dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me, tell me princess, use your words.” He strains, your hand pudding against his v-line, which was your way of telling him to slow down.

“Sh-Shoto, I- Fuck,” you wail, the continuous pounding against your g-spot making you tremble, he knew it too.

“C’mon, say it or I’ll stop.” He repeats, hips knocking against you, he snakes his right hand around, using his index and middle to pinch your clit; sending you into a frenzy. You cry out, his fingers now working your clit bringing you right to your first orgasm almost instantly.

“Please Shoto, keep going.”

His fingers messily rub your clit, pussy clenching and sucking him in you release all over him, the cum dripping down your thighs and down his cock as you cry out a mantra of his name, tears streaming down your face, your free hand behind your head and gripping the thick hair in the back of his head.

He drops you back down, your weak body making it easier for him to quickly regain a grasp on the back of your neck to keep you back down and pinned, “make me cum princess, you’re doing such a good job- fuck- keep suckin’ me in like that.” He leans forward only a little to fix his angle, hand holding your hips in place as he chases his orgasm.

But you feel as if you two are far from done.

He slows, you were beyond shocked he had this self control, he then stops thrusting into you completely, pushing you down, he drops onto the bed onto his back, “get on.” Leading you onto his waist, you slide down onto his cock, letting out a whine, your head dropping down and your messy hair messily covering your face.

“You’re gonna stay still for me, right princess?” You nod. He huffs, lifting up your hips and picking up where he left off, you immediately cave inwards, mouth falling open as you practically drop your upper body onto him, “sit up- sit up or I’ll stop.” You try your best to sit back up, your hands on his lower half as he fucks you, his hits thrashing upwards into your beaten up cunt; he wouldn’t stop, he didn’t spare you any time as he’s now ripping another orgasm out of you, this time more of your juices soaking his stomach and down into the sheets, the wet spot growing under your bodies as he fills you.

Screaming his name, you want to buck you knees inwards from the pace and strength he was thrusting, you could feel him fuck into you so deep that it sent you into another universe, your head clearly not all there- seeing stars, eyes rolling back and clenching your walls around him.

“Fuck, why didn’t I do this sooner.” He grunts, stopping, with his hands still on your hips, he’s pushing you back down and sliding his hands up your thighs until he pins your legs against your chest, sweat dripping from his forehead as he leans over you and easily slides back into you, “you’re so beautiful- god- you’re so beautiful.” He purrs, his body ramming against yours, cock once again hitting unimaginable nerves as you whine and cry for him.

“Please- Shoto.” You bawl, “‘feels so good.”

It was easy to say that you both were seeing white, you were dizzy and lightheaded, you didn’t realize you were clenching so hard around his cock that he needed to try harder to drill into you, “mh’ keep sucking me in like that, I’m gonna’” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s filling you to the fucking brim with his seed.

He wasn’t done.

He grabs you by the hair, lifting your head to make him watch as he takes his two fingers and picks up the mix of his and your cum, scooping it and yanking up your head further close to his own, “open.” He commands, your mouth opens, lolling out your tongue; sticking his fingers down your throat, the cocktail of cum seeping down your throat and you swallow, “good- so good.” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and kisses you, the sweat from his face was remnant on his lips, you could taste everything.

Todoroki plops himself onto the destroyed bed. Pulling you onto his chest, you were beyond fucked out, you could barely comprehend anything that was going around you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, I’m not done with you.”

#todoroki smut #todoroki shoto x reader #bnha smut #bnha #my hero academia #lemon #mha x reader #shoto todoroki

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sarcasticcynic · 4 years

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Another roundup of debunked accusations of electoral fraud (with a couple of repeats, and even one false claim from the political left!):

FALSE CLAIM: Video shows poll workers committing election fraud by stuffing ballots in Flint, Michigan

“The video, taken from the county’s official livestream, shows an election worker transcribing votes from damaged ballots to clean ballots. ... When processing ballots, county officials rely on a machine extractor to open the ballots and some ballots become damaged during the process, preventing them from being scanned. In order to count those votes, the man in the video was manually transcribing the votes from the damaged ballots to a clean ballot so they could be properly scanned. The damaged ballots were positioned next to the new ones for election observers to witness, and they were preserved.”

FALSE CLAIM: Video shows poll workers committing election fraud by stuffing ballots in Flint, Michigan.

“The video shows poll workers in Russia, not in the United States. It has been circulating online since March 19, 2018 ... It appeared in a Washington Post story about ballot-stuffing in Russia in 2018. ... The Russian coat of arms is visible on both the ballot box and on the polling booths.”

FALSE CLAIM: Votes were eliminated in Arizona and Michigan because people were made to use Sharpie pens to mark their ballots. This caused the tabulation machine to cancel the vote.

“The Maricopa County Elections Department tweeted on Election Day that voting centers use Sharpies so that ink does not smudge when ballots are counted. Maricopa County Recorder Adrian Fontes tweeted in response to a voter’s query, ‘Vote Centers use sharpies for the fastest drying ink, to prevent smudges going through the tabulation equipment,’ he said. ‘This is an upgrade of our new equipment & ballots. Bleed thru does not affect tabulation because the columns are offset & the machines can only read the bubbles.’ Sophia Solis, public information officer for the Arizona Secretary of State, said in an email that votes would not be canceled if there was an issue with the ballot. According to the state’s election procedures manual, a ballot review board duplicates ballots which cannot be read by the machine. ‘This may include crumpled or otherwise damaged ballots, ballots with smudged ink, or ballots which are marked in the wrong color of ink or with a device that cannot be read by the tabulation machine,’ the manual states. ... Lisa Posthumus Lyons, the clerk for Michigan’s Kent County, addressed the confusion on Wednesday afternoon. ‘Sharpies are the preferred device of our election equipment vendor,’ she tweeted. ‘Black or blue pen also acceptable for proper tabulating. Bleed through is not a concern as ballots are programmed to ignore bleed.’

FALSE CLAIM: Searches of Michigan’s Voter Information Center show that dead residents voted in the Nov. 3 election, proving there was voter fraud in the recent election.

“The Michigan secretary of state’s office confirmed that ballots of voters who have died are not counted in Michigan. ... In one video, the name Donna Brydges is entered with a birth date from 1901, which would make her 119 years old. The video then shows that a vote was received from Donna Brydges in Ludington, Michigan, for the Nov. 3 presidential election. ‘Apparently Donna Brydges (born in 1901) voted via absentee ballot in Mason County, Michigan. That would make her 119 years old!’ said a tweet circulating the video along with a claim that it shows fraud in the election. ... The Associated Press reached out to Brydges, whose contact information was listed in the voting information. She answered the phone and confirmed her identity. She then passed the phone to her husband, who verified that his wife was very much alive ... ballots cast by voters who die before Election Day are rejected in Michigan.”

FALSE CLAIM: Video shows a man unloading ballots from a white van and using a red wagon to secretly haul them into Detroit’s ballot-counting center in the middle of the night.

“Local news station WXYZ-TV soon clarified the real explanation: The man was one of the station’s photographers, and he was using the wagon to carry his heavy camera equipment. ‘A conservative “news” site reports catching a man wheeling in “suspicious” equipment to the Detroit convention center, implying it was used to steal ballots,’ tweeted Ross Jones, an investigative reporter for WXYZ-TV. ‘The “ballot thief” was my photographer. He was bringing down equipment for our 12-hour shift.’ In its fact check, the station also shared a photo of the wagon holding a Pelican brand camera case with a WXYZ-TV sticker on it.”

FALSE CLAIM: Wisconsin has ‘3,129,000 registered voters,’ but counted 3,239,920 votes.

“Wisconsin, which allows eligible voters to register on Election Day, had 3,684,726 active registered voters as of Nov. 1. That figure does not include people who registered and voted on the same day. ... The United States Census Bureau reported that there were 3,129,000 registered voters during the 2018 midterms.”

FALSE CLAIM: Election officials in DeKalb County, Georgia, rejected 40,000 absentee ballots.

“County election officials identified 201 problematic mailed ballots that were rejected, and told the AP all of those voters had been notified. Voters are supposed to have three days after being contacted to correct the issue, usually a problem with the voter’s signature ... A Georgia state website with information about absentee voting says, ‘If your ballot was rejected, your county elections office will contact you with a document to “cure” or correct your ballot envelope.’ ... DeKalb County officials set the record straight on Twitter: ‘Voters: there is incorrect info circulating regarding the number of DeKalb ballots that need to be cured by Friday. Currently, there are approximately 200 ballots that need to be cured and each voter is being contacted via phone or overnight mail.’”

#presidential elections #elections #2020 election #fraud #election fraud #voting #voter fraud #fact check #facts #alternative facts #lies #Lying Liars Who Lie #Michigan #Arizona #SharpieGate #Wisconsin #Georgia

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baybee45 · 4 years

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A/N: Lieutenant Thire!Reader/"criminal reader"

Anything in italics is your internal dialogue hopefully that is clear but just case it wasn't. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: PG, unless Star Wars swearing counts, If it does PG-13.

It's pretty fluffy with a a dash of spice.

Our Story

"Stop right there!" The red and white armored trooper sternly warns. You freeze and slowly turn to face him, his blaster aimed and ready, as you nonchalantly raise your hands. You take the moment to catch your breath and think of a plan.

"You're very fast sir, ya really must be something under all that armor. Maybe we can settle this with a drink? See where the night takes us?" You coyly ask, edging slowly towards the ledge. The updraft off the building blows strands of your messy hair wildly.

"Your attempt at flirting isn't going to work with me. I will shoot! Now Stop Moving!"

You come to a halt partially listening to his warning, but mostly because your heels were already teetering off the ledge of the roof. There was a decent 10 feet between you and jail time. Your mind races through the dwindling option for escape as two other troopers make their way up to the roof. The initial trooper with a pauldron-- that means he is higher rank, a lieutenant or captain maybe, you couldn't remember-- motions to the others and they make their way towards you with binders in hand.

"I mean I don't even know your name yet sir. And honestly, I've never really been into handcuff but if that's your thing..."

The troopers blaster waivers slightly and you swear you heard him chuckle as he shakes his helmet nearly imperceptibly. Tilting your own head to the side, you look at him through batting eyelashes and give him a mischievous smile.

"You know if you shoot me, I'd most likely fall off the side of this building." You sigh. "Not a great ending to our blossoming story."

"Well, don't move and Our story will continue, uh blossoming on... Lieutenant Thire" He clarifies. You hear a flapping sound, glancing down you see curtains blowing in the funneled wind.

An open window.

"Staying Still? Hmmph, now where's the fun in that Lieutenant!?"

"Don't you dare! Hurry it along troopers!" He quickly barks. Thire must have seen the the glimmer in your eyes, or maybe the glint of the knife hidden in your sleeve. Giving them all a quick farewell salute, you jump back diving feet first down the side of the apartment.

"For kriffsake!" You hear Thire yell, as you fly down the side of the building only slowed slightly by your vibroblade slicing into the duracrete. It was truely a beautiful firework display of sparks, flashing this way and that, off the speeding wall. Then with some skill and a lot of luck, you catch the top ledge of the window and swing yourself in.

A slight wobble in the landing, but a solid 9 for the overall execution.

You try to orient your self in the dark room and then are momentarily blinded when the lights turns on. When your eyes are finally are able to adjust and focus you see a very, very large green Twi'lek. He is blocking you from an easy exit. His tiny human partner cautiously comes up behind him holding a bat.

Great!

"Good evening folks" you greeted them with the ease of second hand speeder sales man.

"What in the kriffing hell! What are you doing in here!" yelled the foreboding Twi'lek.

"What do you mean..." You pretended to be shocked looking to the Twi'lek and then his partner who is still nervervously holding on to the bat.

"You didn't get a written notice from your land lord?" You questioned and suddenly act as if you just now saw the weapon in her hands. The green giant looked down to his partner and his partner back up at him. Both looked equal and extremely confused.

You can work with this.

Pulling out your datapad from your bag and start angrily taping the keys, pacing slightly with your back turned to them. "Steve! You son of a bantha! I could throttle you, just kill him!" You fumed to your small audience, trying to quickly put together a holonet site to give the story your weaving some actual weight.

"I try, You known, to tell him," you said sounding exasperated. "I tell him a partnership takes two people... Two people working as a team." Your two suspicious hosts look to each other and back at you. Still unsure of what to make of this intruder and the verbal diarrhea of new information being spewed at them.

A troubled partnership with someone named Steve. That will be the key out of this situation, the legend that will be Steve and his inability to do his job.

"When he doesn't do his part I get shafted." You practically wept, still avoiding eye contact with your increasing worried audience. You let out a resigned sigh, rubbing your temples trying collect yourself. Buying enough time for your site to become live. With a relieved but tired inhale you continue your one man show.

"I'm so sorry, My name is Maree Jakorr" you said thinking of a grade school classmates mother. "And I'm part of a start up security company." You turn your datapad over and show them the holonet site you just put together. Its was barebones but got the job done.

It's Steve for kriffsakes, he can't even call up potential clients, and make sure the tenants are informed. There isn't much hope for his holonet site design abilities.

You take another deep breathe you were getting a little too deep into lore. "As you can see we do mock break-ins to find weakness and then try implement different measures to increase security and safety. Of course this is supposed to be done with the home owners knowledge and consent." You explain. With a partially exaggerated groan you put away your datapad. "Well this is going to be fun to explain to the CG."

"The gaurd doesn't have to know" squeaked the human. "I mean we don't need to call them." She said more confidently looking up at her partner. The Twi'lek looked lovely down nodding his head and pulling her in close.

You instantly adore these two, and make a mental note to send them something later for their trouble.

"Oh you're too sweet hun, but as part of the test we call the CG to see how long it take them to respond to a threat. You know, extra data points for the algorithm, if that makes sense."

"Oh."

"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience." You say truely apologetic. "Well I guess I should leave you two be, so you can get some resemblence of a normal evening back."

"Feel free to use the front door... or window if you prefer." Joked the Twi'lek. They both chuckle and she stands on her tip toes giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Gosh these two.

"I'll try my luck with the front door I think." You laughed. As you hand reaches for the handle, you can hear the sounds of troopers knocking on doors as they sweep the hall. Their footsteps and voices getting louder as they near.

Crap!

"Do you mind if I use the fresher quickly before I go?"

They both nod their heads and the Twi'lek takes the bat from his partner and puts it away in the closet. "Just that door there at the end of the hallway."

"Thank you so much, I promise I'll be out of here in no time." You say closing the door behind you, making sure not to lock it. You search the cozy room, looking for an alternative way out. Not to thrilled with the prospect of using window again for escaping. Hopefully it wouldn't be needed, only a options, the last resort, hopefully.

Depsite the nerf burger, extra fries and large shake you devoured for dinner, you manage to squeeze yourself from the air vent of the apartment and into the slightly larger main vent of the building.

Without a second to spare you see the troopers through silted grate, knock on the door of the apartment you once occupied. Your tempted to eavsedrop on the conversation, knowing you had given that beautiful couple enough information to give the undoubtedly handsome Lieutenant a headache. You think better of it, and make your long overdue escape.

Once out of the building you causal walk the back alleyways making your journey home. You send Lieutenant Thire a link and a small message;

"Dear Lieutenant Thire,

I hope this holonet link clears up any misunderstanding between you and the lovely and completely unsuspecting couple in apartment 459.

Sincerely, 'Our story lives on for another day.'

P.S. Please excuse the poorly designed website, Steve did his best. Best regards xox 💋. "

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its-the-love-shot-exo-writer · 5 years

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Kim Kai Fluff

@theloveinkimkai 😏😳😈😎 enjoy ❤❤❤

There was something wrong with your eyesight that was your first thought when you saw the blurry blown up stalker pic of the man you were currently dating.

It was so absurd at first you didn't even recognize the place or the person in the picture. We never really get a far away look at our life unless someone deliberately tries to encapsulate moments in the form of photographs and those are taken consensually.

This was not consensual. This was a rude, crude, and an undoubtedly cruel breach of someone's privacy and you couldn't believe people could be capable of such injustice and harm living in what we call civilized society.

The worst part was that you started to think about the girl in the picture next to her celebrity date and after a while it dawned on you who it was and why she looked so damn familiar.

And no matter how hard you tried for the next fifteen minutes to try and erase that information from your brain, you couldn't do it because holy gods in heaven that was you. In the picture. In the midst of a secluded street you were absent mindedly sharing an ice cream with… none other than Kim Kai, the person you were on a date with the previous night.

How could they have gotten these pictures up on that stupid website so fast? When you still have a hangover from all the wine you drank the previous night?

Let's face it, this wasn't your first time on the site. You went there occasionally to keep up with the life of your favorite people and though it frequently bothered you to see these stalker pics, you had to admit that you were guilty of seeing them too quite a few times. Something that you were about to swear off of now because before today it had never quite hit you how terrible it was to distribute those pictures and the accompanying vicious articles. Karma was a rotten bitch.

It was the first time that happened to you and it dawned on you just how inappropriate and screwed up it was to invade people's private lives for a few hits to your site. The people who did it didn't think twice clearly but you were miserable.

You don't even know why you continue to read the post below those pics.

And maybe you're a glutton for punishment because why else would you do that to yourself? Reading the contents of the ridiculous, inciting viewpoint of the author that basically makes you sound like another one of Kai's conquests.

Kai isn't exactly a virgin and that's why you like him. He doesn't have all these pretenses. With Jongin you get what you see and even though last night you were certain you meant something to him now you weren't so sure.

Because suddenly you were being called words that weren't suited for an intelligent conversation. They were calling you a whore and you didn't know what to do. Should you just ignore and pretend nothing was wrong?

Just then you get a phone call from a number you don't recognize. Thinking it might be Kai, he checks in with you frequently even when he's in locations where there's no reception on his phone so naturally you pick it up. “I know you're his current slut,” a woman's voice said. “But he's had way better. What was Kai doing going out with someone like you?”

Before you can even get a word in, the woman speaks again. “My friend used to go out with him you know,” she began. “And she's a popular idol, beyond beautiful, and still got dumped when he was done with her. That's what he does. He doesn't care about you. That innocent idol appearance is all an act. You're not seriously buying it you're not that naive are you?”

The woman continued to speak and say vile things and you don't know why you couldn't just hang up. Because there's a part of you, that insecure, negativity ridden part that says she might be right. “He could go out with anyone in the world and he chooses you? Stop kidding yourself, Y/N.”

Saying your name out loud was the last thing you expected from her but there she was doing exactly that.

“You must be wondering how I know your name,” she said. “I have contacts in the industry. If you go out with someone like Kai expect your personal details to be outed. For your worst mistakes, the ones you've forgotten about, will come out as well. I suggest you take some time to think and then make a decision. There are going to be endless sacrifices for an outsider like you. This community has never been patient.” Saying that she hangs up.

You're left standing in the middle of your living room with no idea what your next move should be. All you want is to talk it out with Jongin but he's in rehearsal and you don't want to disturb him. That's not the kind of person you are. So you decide to spend the rest of your day organizing your kitchen.

But soon you start getting attacked by more phone calls and this time some of them leave you mean texts. And the subject of every single comment is the same: leave our oppa alone. Leave our idol alone. You even get one from a reporter asking you to give a statement and offering you a load of money in exchange for a juicy story.

All this keeps piling up until you feel like there's no more space in your head for any more and you feel a little heavy in your chest and on the verge of throwing your phone out the window. You have somehow managed to stay away from the stalker pic site and at least that's something you tell yourself. You can do this. It won't last forever. But no matter how much you tell yourself you can live through this those texts keep coming and they keep getting angier.

When the doorbell suddenly rings you almost jump. And when you've settled down a bit you answer the door and the sight of the man standing in front of you makes all those emotions you were holding in, burst.

And you're suddenly a crying mess like you've never been before and you feel Jongin’s arms around you tighten and his worried voice is the same soothing and kind as always. “Are you OK, babe?”

And suddenly it dawned on you that you are standing in the foyer.

At least you can finally stop crying now.

Kai closes the door and locks it and you notice the shopping bag in his hand that he places on the breakfast bar. The second his hand is free he comes back to you and hugs you again even harder this time.

In all your confusion and anger his arms give you the strength you need to finally broach the subject with him. But before you can speak he pulls you away gently so he can look at you and gaze right into your eyes. “They said terrible things about you, didn't they?” Jongin says.

You don't want to cry again so instead you try to say something positive. “It's not that bad” why would you even say something like that? When you feel like a mess inside?

Kai looks at you and knows you're lying. “Do you know how many times I've been called ugly on some post or comment? I've been called everything from stupid to untalented. For one art is subjective. Even the art god made in the form of us. You know how they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder? It's a fact. Ugly people see ugly things because it's nothing but their own repulsiveness being reflected. That's why you can't take a person's views about any of these things seriously.”

You try to smile but it's not easy.

“OK, tell me precisely what it is that's bothering you?” Jongin wants to know.

You hate it but you also know that you have to get this off your chest or it will bug you forever. “I'm not the only girl you've dated,” you finally let it out. “It doesn't bother me but I can't help but think maybe what I feel for you is way more than what you feel for me.”

“That's not true, Y/N. Yes, I've had plenty of experiences and that's why I'm able to know the difference between real and temporary. Between lust and love. And what I feel for you isn't just lust. I've known you for months now and every day I feel like I want you even more,” Jongin pauses and kisses you gently. “I love you, Y/N.”

Suddenly you feel flustered. “Why are you saying that? If it's because I'm upset--”

“Do I sound like the kind of person who has to resort to saying that to get what I want?”

Of course not.

You don't know why you even said such a thing. But then you realize just what he's done. Kim Jongin just confessed to you that he loves you. And he's not done, because out of nowhere Jongin’s lips press against yours, gently, and you feel that rush you always feel when he gets that way.

There's no one else in the world who can make you feel that way.

When he finally breaks off he stares at you. “Isn't there something that you'd like to confess?”

You bite your lip.

There's only so many seconds a man like Kim Kai can wait patiently for your response. So his impatience makes you forget about everything that was bothering you and all you can do is grin. “I don't think so,” you say playfully knowing full well it's going to bug him.

“You know what,” Jongin says. “I wasn't going to play the Baskin Robbins card but you're forcing my hand. If I don't get a reply to my artistic confession then I will have all the ice cream and eat all the take-out.”

So that's what the fragrance was. Delicious, delicious, food.

“You can't possibly finish all of that before I steal your dumplings,” you retort.

Suddenly Jongin can't stop laughing.

If he was gorgeous before his laughter basically devastates you in every way. Whatever seriousness you were currently holding on to is gone the second you see him laughing like that. Innocent. Beautiful. All heart. Mine.

“You can steal all the dumplings you want after I get my confession!” Kai groans.

This time it's you who's laughing.

You're still smirking when Jongin grabs you by the shoulders and jokingly pushes you on the bed. When he's on top of you he kisses you again.

“Not fair,” you say without much conviction and he knows he's won.

“Say it,” Jongin says. “Or you'll get to spend the rest of the night right under me and I can't promise what might happen.”

You realize that for once in your life you feel happy. This man makes you feel like you are wanted. He makes you feel everything you craved to feel. Desire. Warmth. Comfort. Loyalty. And now…love.

Which is why what you say next comes so naturally you don't even know how it happened.

“I love you, Kai.”

Why do you feel so emotional right now? You don't want to cry so you try to smile.

Before you know it, Kai kisses you again. “You can have the dumplings but I need the sugar.”

You jokingly try to push him away but you can't stop laughing. “Could you be more corny, Kai?”

“I could be if I tried,” Jongin says. “But I have to warn you. My superior corny might not be something you can handle.”

“Two can play that game,” you say responding to yet another kiss.

Kai goes silent and looks at you. “I meant what I said before. I love you, Y/N. I really really love you.”

You bring him closer. “I love you too, Kai.”

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dearchuchu · 5 years

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Long version.

We awoke at 7:30 A.M. prompt so that we could make our way down to the ferry and catch the 8:30 hour long ferry back to Cebu island. Our host his us up to inform us that we hadn't paid for our scooter, and we replied that is correct. She said to please wait until 8 so that we could return our keys to her mother, and pay for our scooter.

The building next to our place is a local food co-op with very cheap rice, and lots of people coming all day. Our host mother ran it, as far as we can tell. Everyday from 8 until 5 pm there was a pretty constant stream of people coming and going in what is essentially our front yard. Right at 8, we go out, and sure enough, the mom is there.

The mom asks us for the key to the scooter, and our money. We give it to her, and then she says, "The ferry is closed." To which we are like, "What?" And she says, "Yes, no boats today. All day." We are obviously not pleased by this, and frankly a bit sceptical because it isn't even raining. We are just kind of like, "So what should we do?" And she says basically, "Check out isn't until 12, hold onto your keys until then."

It's important to note, our internet stopped working in our room 2 nights prior. The internet on this island is all basically portable Sim card hotspots. You have to load the data just like a pre paid phone, and we burned through our data very quickly. Our host said she filled it up again, but she clearly didn't. For important stuff like contacting our host to figure stuff out, we either turned on my data on my phone, or walked to a restaurant and used their WiFi.

We decided to go down to the ferry anyways to see for ourselves. It's a little over a mile walk, and about halfway we started to panic and think, "What if the boat is there, and it is leaving, and all our stuff is at the place?" So we waved down a tuk tuk and paid (slightly more than we should have) to have him get us down there quickly. Our thinking was, if the boat was running, I'd have him zip me back up to our place, and then double back with our bags and catch the ferry. Boy was that naively optimistic.

We're told the boat is closed for the day. We're told the boat was closed yesterday. We're told MAYBE tomorrow. The problem is, we have a place booked and paid for in Moalboal. After a local quotes us 500p each (it's 185p each on the ferry) we politely decline and decide to go back, get breakfast, get on the internet, and regroup. As of now, we have no reasonable price off the island.

Over breakfast we contact our host and she says, "Maybe they will reopen, check back at 11, maybe we will know more." We sort of get our hopes up, but are not deluding ourselves. We start to look into backup plans, at this point assuming we can't get off the island. Our place in Moalboal would charge us for the night if we did or didn't show up, but we decided if we couldn't make it, to contact them and tell them we ARE coming and NOT to rent out our room. Sometimes if you don't show up, they assume you just aren't coming and rent out your room.

We find a few cheap rooms on the island, so our main plan is, wait until it is completely confirmed we can't get off the island, then rent a room, and try again the next morning. At this point, the sun has come out, and it is a beautiful day. We decide, why not go to the beach? We've got nothing better to do.

We go back to get swimsuit's on, and "mom" is there, and she says "Please give the room key to this woman, thank you!" For our room keys. It's about 10:30 now, we have the room until 12. We get ready for the beach, step out, and mom is gone and the lady goes "Keys?" And I'm like,"We're going to come back." And she is like, "Keys?" Ok...

We obviously weren't planning on staying there another night, but we wanted to leave our bags there for a while, at least until we got a game plan. I ask, "Can we leave our bags here." She clearly speaks no English. I motion leaving bags and she just says, "No." Total communication failure. However, there is an 11:30 ferry, so I say, "Let's just take our bags to the beach, we will check with our host, if the 11:30 ferry runs, we will just go straight there."

We take all our bags down to the beach to lay out and relax until we hear if the ferry will run. A local stops us at the beach, sees our bags and says, "Going to Cebu? I take you, I have a boat." I ask, "How much?" He says "2,500 pesos." We both start laughing and then just walk away. The ferry costs us both USD $7.40, he quoted us $50.

On the beach we start formulating a plan. The side of the island we are on is the side the ferry approaches from. We decided to just slowly move up the beach and watch for the boat coming, if we saw a boat, we would take off to the ferry. We also planned on checking in with our host periodically. We never saw a boat, but finally our host told us, "The ferry will start running at 1:30" Fantastic.

A brief short rain came over the beach, so we took shelter at one of our spots where we had been eating and drinking. We had a cocktail, then the owner came over and said, "Excuse me, the boat left Cebu, it's on its way." Perfect, confirmation that indeed, we are getting off of this island, and we may just make it to Moalboal today after all!

The ferry is a shit show. It hasn't run in a day and a half now. We are not the only ones stuck here. The line is long, people are impatient. The boat takes forever to dock, and then it has to unload all the people that needed to get ON the island stuck on Cebu. All in all it took about an hour to unload and load, but then we were off. (With the 1:30 boat leaving after 2:30)

This picture is of the bunk beds on the second level of the boat. We were happy in chairs, but got a little jealous of everyone lounging on the hour long ferry.

Getting off the ferry would be the same shit show, so we decided to come up with a game plan so we wouldn't get stuck at the port. A bus was how we got here originally, it's 370p and a little over 3 hours to Cebu City. The bus stops in Cebu City North bus terminal, but we have to get on the bus at the South bus terminal, so we would have to take a taxi there. Once in the South bus terminal, we catch the bus to Moalboal. Sounds easy right?

The problem is, this boat is full. There probably aren't enough buses for everyone. We have to move quickly and decisively to get our spot. We also talk about finding a private car directly to Moalboal, which would be way faster, but way more expensive. We agreed we would be willing to go to 2,500 on a private car, which is about $50. Quite a lot, but we would definitely make it to Moalboal in time to check in.

Oh right, that's the big factor. Check in stops at 10 (or 12 depending on which website your on) at our place in Moalboal. We're running at least 7 hours behind. We're not even sure we can make it. Once we land a guy approaches us and asks if we have a ride set up, we ask, "How much for a car to Moalboal?" Online says 40 to 50 USD, we were willing to go to 50. He says "4,500" or $90. We're like, "No. That's way too much." Then he says "Private car straight to South bus terminal for 1,500" That is tempting, we say we will think about it.

We get pushed off like cattle, everything is confusing, we can't find the buses, then that guy finds us in the crowd, and he is like, "What you think about what I say?" And I'm like, "Too much, too much, we're going to take the bus, where is the bus?" And he says, "Bus back there, take 5 hours, you don't want bus, take van! Much faster!" I go, "No, too much, too much" and he says, "Same price, same price, hurry!" I say, "Same price? Sure."

He rushes us through the crowd, pushing his way through, gets us to the last van, a sprinter van, and by the time we sit down, it's full. Hell yeah. That dude really came through. It was indeed the same price, and it was way faster than the bus. We didn't factor in rush hour, Cebu City is very big. After 3 and a half hours of almost hitting more scooters than anyone was comfortable with we made it to our destination. Sort of.

To be continued after I go to the beach.

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BTS reaction to their black girlfriend facing racism/ignorance

Namjoon

Namjoon would be absolutely livid. He’d be confused at first when you both got pulled over by a cop. He knew you weren't speeding, so what the hell?

“Here we go again.” You'd whisper to yourself, not aware that Namjoon was watching you.

He’d watch silently as the cop asked for your license and registration. He’d notice smug look on the cops face as he told you that there was a robbery near by and you resembled the suspect.

“Wait wait wait wait. Describe the suspect.” Namjoon would interrupt.

The cop wouldn't take him seriously and would ignore his question, causing Namjoon to snap and get out of the car, yelling for the cop to describe the suspect, and about how you both had the right to know what this was about. Terror would freeze your blood as the cop began to order Namjoon to get back in the car and jesus christ all mighty, why isn't Namjoon listening to you as you scream for him to get his ass back in the car? Your heart would be pounding as you saw the cop begin to reach for his fire arm, but luckily, Namjoon would finally listen and sit in the car next to you.

The cop would leave you both with a firm warning to Namjoon and an insincere apology to you. When he was gone, you’d fall apart, hitting Namjoon and yelling incoherently, tears streaming down your face. Namjoon would be surprised and would gently defend himself from your blows. He’d yell over your screams.

“Why are you so mad?! It wasn't our fault.” He’d ask, exasperatedly.

You’d take a deep breath and look at him with tear filled eyes.

“Namjoon. You have to understand. I’m black. I can't afford to yell at the police. They shoot first and ask questions later. The fact that you're in the car with a black person automatically means you can get shot too so please. Don't ever, do that again.” You plead, holding his hands in yours.

He quickly nods and pulls you to his chest, comforting you. He makes you switch places with him and drives home. Afterwards, your relationship is ten times stronger and ten times more understanding.

Hoseok

Hoseok is the definition of low-key savage. He’s the sun as everyone knows, and is literally happiness personified, but when it came to protecting you, he could kill. Dating a black girl had really opened his eyes to some injustices black people faced, and he’d be damned if he let anyone disrespect you, whether it was or wasn't due to the color of your skin.

When he finds out that your boss told you to ‘do something about your hair’ which you preferred to keep natural, he laughs and shakes his head. It’s at that moment that you know you made a huge mistake telling him, cause that laugh meant one thing and one thing only.

Time to fuck shit up.

While you were at work, Hoseok would show up with a book in his hand. He’d make his way to your bosses office calmly. You'd watch in shock from the door as he pulled out articles about African American hairstyles being discriminated against in the workplace settings, spreading them in front of your shocked boss. He’d explain how almost all of the employers in the articles were ruled as ‘right’ in the claim that they could choose hairstyles for their employees. Then he pointed at the ones who lost their claims, along with their businesses.

“Now that we've read these and got educated, let me make one thing clear. If my girlfriend, Y/n, comes home to tell me you said anything to her regarding this conversation, or tormented her in anyway, I will do everything in my power to make sure you loose your business, then your money, then your house. Don't be an asshole. Here’s my card. Have a lovely day.” He’d finish with a sweet smile, then walk out, kissing you goodbye.

Your boss wouldn't dare to say a word to you, seeing as your boyfriend was famous, and according to google, worth a shitload of money. Your hair was happy, you were happy, Hoseok was happy, and all things were good.

Seokjin

“N*GG*R!”

You'd feel you heart stop at the word that hit you like a brick, lingering in the air. Jin would freeze and look around towards the crowd of paparazzi and fans that surrounded you both, looking for the culprit who was either hiding like a coward, or long gone.

Jin would grit his teeth in silent rage and wrap his arm around you. He’d maneuver his way through the crowd with a stricken girlfriend in his arms, entering the hotel finally. You'd both silently make your way to the elevator and enter. Jin would walk to the back of the elevator and lean on the wall, shaking with anger, while you replayed the moment over and over again in your head.

“I-I don't get it. We’re not even in the U.S anymore!” He’d yell, voice startling you.

You'd let out a laugh and shake your head. “Racists are everywhere baby. There’s no escaping it. Doesn't matter that were in another country.” You’d reply, giving him a soft, sad smile.

Seokjin would frown and immediately pull you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“It’s not fair to you. This was supposed to be our amazing, unforgettable honeymoon. Are you okay baby?” He’d ask, one hand coming up to cup your cheek so he could peer into your eyes.

“I’m fine. It’s not gonna affect out honeymoon. We’re here to have fun. Some ignorant git isn't gonna ruin that. Okay?” You ask, attempting to convince him that you really were okay.

Jin would sigh and finally relent, calming down. You’d both forget about the rough start to your honeymoon and have the best fun you'd ever had, making new memories free of criticism and media influence, as husband and wife.

(GOD this boy is foiiiiiiiine. Lemme use this chance to confess that he has now wriggled his way up the ranks and has gone from Bias Wrecker to Another Bias. BITCH LOOK AT HIS FACE JHBJVUGJGH)

Yoongi

You’d both be on line for some shit idk, maybe to get coffee or buy groceries, when some random roach bitch came out of no where and suddenly dug her fingers into your afro. You’d be too shocked to react. You’d barely be able to hear her asking the usual roach questions like ‘omg, how'd you get your hair to do this?’ and ‘it’s like, sooooo puffy. Can you like, straighten it?’. Yoongi would make a face at what he saw, confused as to whether said roach didn’t see him next to you, or was ignoring him.

Ignoring the fact that roach was a girl and that he had to be a gentle man, he’d grab her arm hard and yank it away from your hair, still giving her that look that said ‘who in the fuck raised your disrespectful ass?’.

“Um, don't touch her.” He’d say, throwing the roaches arm back.

You'd stay silent, mentally laughing, knowing your boyfriend was about to snatch this bitches edges.

The roach would wrinkle her nose in irritation and look to you for support, only to see you raising an eyebrow at her in disbelief.

“I’m sure you wouldn't want some random stranger digging their fingers into your hair, especially when getting your hair that way took hours of treatment and dedication. Fuck is wrong with you?” He’d ask, holding your hand in his as he cringed in disgust at the now stuttering, red faced roach.

“W-well excuse me, but she didn't say she minded.” Roachaline would spit at him, placing her hand on her hip smugly as if she had won.

“Well she didn't get the chance. Go away before I call security and report you for assault. And stop being a martyr for idiocy!” He would yell after her as she walked away appalled. You’d laugh and link arms with your savage of a boyfriend, cooing sweet nothings at him to calm him down.

You’d both leave whatever store you were at laughing, happy as can be, talking shit about the atrocity you had just encountered.

Jungkook

You’d be in the dressing room with the boys, watching as they got their making done, in a heated conversation with Namjoon about types of weaves to get since he was dating a black girl too. You were in a bad mood already from some shit that had happened previously, but this poor child was about to get his girl some synthetic bundles for her birthday and that’s a no, so you decided to hook him up with some websites.

Jungkook watched through the mirror with a smile on his face as you gave Namjoon advice, laughing as his friend took down notes. Suddenly, one of the boys friends, some stranger, decided to add in his own unseasoned two cents.

“Weren't you just complaining about G-Dragon having dreads? How do you do that, then use straight/ silky hair that isn't yours?” He asks snottily, rolling his eyes at you.

The room went silent. Jungkook broke the silence with a short laugh, turning to glance at the boy.

“Seriously?” He asks, letting out another laugh, this time slightly sinister.

He then proceeded to educate the idiot boy, cursing at him, informing him about how you might not be able to get some jobs without straight/silky hair. He informs him about how you occasionally get made fun of about how your hair defies gravity. He also informs him about how G-Dragon wearing dreads is wrong because it cultural appropriation. He tears him a new one, barking at the now beet red boy about how it’s also none of his goddamn business what you do with your hair.

At the end of his rant, he's panting, makeup sliding down in trails of sweat, causing his make up artist to glare at him. The boy scurries out in shame, and it only takes a second for the entire room to burst out laughing, while you sit watching your boyfriend, filled with pride.

“Damn Kookie. Where'd you learn all that?” Jimin asks, impressed.

Jungkook smiles and lets out a small laugh and turns to you, a teasing glint in his eye.

“Perks of dating Y/n.”

Jimin

“Excuse me?” Jimin would ask, raising an eyebrow at the host.

You’d sink into the couch in mortification, realizing that you were just sexualized on live tv, and it'd hurt even more when you realized it was because you were black. This wouldn’t be your first interview with Jimin, but this was the first time anyone was so blatantly rude. You’d feel a twinge of tears at the back of your throat and avoid eye contact with the camera after that.

“The question was, since dating Y/n, have you enjoyed sex more, considering how endowed she is?” The host would ask again shamelessly, wiggling his eyebrows at both Jimin and the producers back stage.

Jimin would stay silent for a second, still reeling in shock. You'd think having a 13 and up audience would have been a red flag, but you guessed that being black and dating a pop star was just too juicy for the producers not to milk. The silence would make the host realize it was the wrong thing to ask, and he’d panic, turning to the producers again, but it was too late.

“First of all, that is absolutely none of your business. Secondly, the only reason you're asking me this question is because she’s black, and you should know better. You should all know better. I planned on cursing you out, but seeing as my girlfriend is in shock, were going to leave instead. Have a horrible day.” Jimin would spit out, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the set.

He’d drag you through apologizing crowds of people and out of the studio, back to your car. You’d enter and sit silently, Jimin grabbing your hand again as he enters.

“Baby, I'm so sorry. They're a bunch of idiots and their careers are over, I swear to god-” He’d rush out, making you interrupt him.

“It’s fine. Thank you for defending me.” You’d say with a weak smile, hugging him.

He’d hug you back tightly, still in shock from what just happened as you tried your hardest not to burst into tears in his chest. The week that goes by afterwards would be hard. Paparazzi would be on a mission to get yours and Jimin’s statements, and that question would be played on every media outlet daily. Some fans were on yours and Jimin’s side, but of course, some also were not, thinking it was a fine question for the host to ask, and that he would have asked anyone.

Soon, other scandals come and go with other pop stars, and yours and Jimin’s debacle is soon forgotten, but you two don't forget. It strengthens your relationship. You and Jimin begin to love and understand each other on a different level.

Taehyung

You’d be hanging out with Taehyung at a bar with the rest of the group when suddenly, a group of fans would come up to you guys for autographs. Being used to this, you'd happily watch as the boys kindly tok their time and interacted with their fans, signing autographs and taking pictures.

“Oppa~ Why are you dating a black girl?”

You froze at the question. Taehyung simply rose an eyebrow at the girl in front of him.

“What kinda question is that?” He asks, obviously trying not to be rude.

The girl rolls her eyes, gaining confidence.

“Well, why are you dating a black girl? A lot of fans are angry.” She stated, glancing at you bitterly for a second, then turning back to Taehyung.

Just as you were about to get up and drag the bitch, Taehyung let out an irritated groan. He crosses his arms and raises and eyebrow at the girl.

“I’m honestly trying to have a good day here, with my beautiful girlfriend and our best friends, so kindly go away before I make you cry.” He says, pinching the bride of his nose in frustration.

The girl turns red, and scurries away, flustered from how an idol just spoke to her. The group turns to Taehyung and you, asking if you were both okay, but you both simply just blow it off, laughing and cuddling up.

Before you two had started dating, you had both already spoken about what hardships you would face from the fans and from... well, the world. So anytime something like this came up, though it would take some insisting and begging, you'd always make sure he kindly told fans and people that mentioned your skin color negatively to ‘go away.’

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WELL GUYS.

This took me three days to write, so I hope all of you enjoy it, especially my fellow black girls out there.

If this offended you, please leave me a butthurt ask or comment. I’m in a wonderful mood today 😊💖

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