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slutdery · 3 years

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I know how to nibble.

make a wish series.

A series (for each member of the unit) abot their lines in make a wish (english version)

pairing | lucas x fem!reader

genre | smut

words | 2.9k

warning | exhibitionism, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), sex without protection (use condom pls!), mature content, care after sex, sex with stranger.

author’s note | my native language isn’t english, so if there’s something wrong with anything i wrote tell me and i’ll edit it.

It may sound odd for most people but it actually brought you happiness... And gets you horny, of course. Spending half of your wage on some boy you would probably never met? Your friends thought you were stupid, but for you it was something that just sounded so right to do, besides it gives you pleasure and helps the boy to keep going with his work. You followed his cam for months in a website with plenty other hot guys, but this one caught your attention from the first time and you couldn’t help but pay to see him. He had an athletic body and seems to be very tall, his dick was the most pretty one you’ve ever saw, it was big and not too thin, ‘painfully pretty.’ you would say. A notification popped up on your phone, you didn’t bother looking, cause you were doing a task on genshin. When you finished and finally got the character you wanted in one of the prays, actually all of your neighbors knew that you got Xiao since you screamed when the yellow light appeared on the screen. You were now at the kitchen grabbing some fruit on your fridge, it wasn’t a habit eating these kind of things but you managed to do it every once in a month to ‘Stay healthy.’. After some hours you remembered the notification that appeared on your phone and quickly ran to your room and grabbed your phone, revealing a message from the camboy you followed. ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’ You thought while unlocking it to see if the message was really from him, and surprisingly it was. And it surprised you even more what the text said. He was asking if you wanted to meet him, because he noticed that you were a loyal fan of his work, so he got interested in you and needed to thank you in real life. You answered as fast as you could, saying that you were sorry for making him wait and it would be your pleasure meeting him. He sent you his adress and asked if this ‘meeting’ could be now since it wasn’t too late yet, you spend minutes thinking of what you should do and finally decided to go ‘How can i say no to him?’ Later on you finally got up and started dressing yourself, after all you wouldn’t miss this chance.

🌟

It wasn’t far away from your house so you’ve decided to take a walk, besides it was good to the ‘Stay healthy’ part and you could think if this was really a good idea or not. Going into a stranger house wasn’t what you were planning to do that day, but what can you say? He’s hot and cute. The walking was lovely, many people running desperately through the streets while other were simply taking a walk like you. The chilly wind that winters bring was making you freeze to death, even with hoodie and a coat you still felt the coldness from the weather in your skin, but thank god you were almost at the wanted place. Not much time later you arrived at Lucas apartment, it was that ones that just really rich people can afford. ‘Well, of course, he might receive so much money from the cam thing since he has plenty of fans just like you. Duh.’ You grabbed your phone sending a text saying that you were already there, receiving in response a cute sticker of a kitty with thumbs up, a little seconds later he sent you a ‘901.’ and got offline again.

🌟

You waited a couple of minutes outside his door thinking for the third time if it was a good idea. After gaining some courage in your chest, you rang the doorbell.

“Coming, baby.” He yelled from a very distant room, you supposed since his voice was so far away. He didn’t make you wait for too long, opening the door and reveling a really tall guy. ‘How can someone be so pretty? Like, he’s literally the definition of the word Godly.’ As soon as he saw you he showed his seraphic smile, such a real one, made your day even better.

“Y/n, right? Come on in! Feel at home, don’t mind the mess.” He gave you space to enter as you did so, taking a whole look at the giant place. You recognized the living room from his lives, but you didn’t know the rest of the apartment was as fancy as the rooms he recorded. The pretty brown, grey and white colors all over the place, it screams ‘Rich.’ with all of their lungs. The balcony had the space of your house, completely breathtaking, you wanted to live there. ‘If maybe you didn’t spend half of your money on him, you would live in a place just like this. Dumb.’

“Hey, you zoned out. Are you okay?” He said with the hand on your shoulder ‘Since when his hand was there?’ you turned to face him, seeing all of his little features, he was indeed the most beautiful boy you’ve ever saw.

“I’m sorry, i was chocked by how pretty you’re.” He smiled at you but didn’t answered it, making you wonder if you should’ve kept that to yourself. You didn’t had much time to think, since he stopped all of your thoughts when he grabbed your wrist and guided you to his couch. He sat on it and pulled you to sit by his side. He was gentle with every move, making you comfortable around his presence.

“The reason why i called you here, it’s because i wanted to thank you for supporting me from the start. And i’m really sorry for not noticing you before. And my way to thank you it’s doing whatever you want.” He told you while caressing your palm with his thumbs, you couldn’t deny that all you’ve ever wished for is him fucking you, but wouldn’t that be too promiscuous? ‘You know what? Just say it, stupid.’ Your subconscious said to you manking you really think of the suggestion.

“Come on. Whatever you want baby.” He straightened his body on the couch to get a better view of your face, seeing all your expressions. You on the other hand still thinking about what you should say, finally having a ideia.

“Fuck me.” His closed mouth turned into a smirk, his eyes widened at the thought, it feels like you just gave him a free pass to what he wanted to do from the start. He grabbed your wrist tighter pulling you closer to him. Your gaze slipping from his eyes to his lips, they were so pretty, you were fascinated. The eye contact was amazing, that gave goosebumps all over your body just from his perfect eyes invading your soul.

“Can i ask you something first?” His hand moves to your hair caressing it. In response you nodded at him, signaling him to do the question. “Can we do it on live? Just if you feel comfortable, of course.” Your eyes widened at the thought, thousands of people looking at you two fucking. You closed your legs as you felt the hornyness hitting you, you couldn’t deny that this offer aroused you so much more than you expected it would.

“Uhm... Yes, sure. Why not?” You smiled as you saw the sparkles in his eyes, he looked excited just like you, smiling from ear to ear. He got up from the couch and grabbed your hand, helping you stood up as well, later on guiding you to one of the doors in hos apartment. When he opened the door you realized that it was his room, the one that you saw in almost every live he did or video he posted. It has neon blue lights and it was very decorated with blue and white shades, making the whole room very comfortable. He signaled for you to sit on his bed while he organized the recording stuff, you did as he said and took off your coat, putting it on the desk next to his bed.

“All done angel.” He took off his shirt while walking to reach the bed, the moment he got closer he place his hands on both of your shoulders, pushing you to lay on the bed. “How do you feel slut? Everyone will see how much of a whore you’re.” He whispered in your ear while moving his hand to the hem of your hoodie, your body shivers as you felt the sensation of his cold index finger touching your belly. He brought the hoodie up until it reached your neck, finally removing it when you raised your head to help him. Your hands moved to his neck, pulling him closer to your face, soon your lips met him in such a rough way. It seems like the two of you were desperate for each other, so needy to feel his tongues invading your mouth, while feeling his thumbs traveling through your body. His hands placed on your waist, fitting perfectly on the curve, the kiss was so hungry like he wanted to eat you alive. His hand moved to your bra bringing it down a bit just so he could see your breast. As soon as his fingers touched your nipples you let out a low moan stuffy by the kiss, still embarrassed for being shown to lots of people. You indeed liked the feeling of people seeing you but were a little shy since it was your first time doing this. He slowly pulled away from the kiss leaving pecks on your lips while doing so. His big pretty eyes looking at yours was heavenly, such a pretty face lightened by the neon light, you were swept away by his charm. He got down to the middle of your legs, he took off your skirt and ripped your pantyhose. Positioning himself there to be comfortable for both, his cold fingers passing through your belly until it reached your panties, he pulled it to the side revealing your already wet cunt. His mouth got closer to your pussy while his fingers passed slowly in your clit, making you flinch at the feeling of something finally touching you, in lazy circles he removed moans from you.

“So wet and i barely touched you, such a slut.” He kept moving his fingers but fastening from times to times, making you moan like crazy for him. You were tired of him just teasing your clit, you wanted to feel his tongue eating you out. Your hands quickly got to his head, pushing it so he could get a hint of what you wanted. When he finally understood what you were trying to do, he got his fingers down to your entrance, thrusting inside of your hole with two fingers. You groaned at the feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, hitting a very sensitive spot that made your moans even louder. His mouth finally made its way to your clit, kissing it first and then diving in with his tongue. Pleasure took control of your body as you felt his tongue on your sensitive skin, such a good feeling every time he licked it. Your moans grew wilder from the sensation of the pleasure he was giving to you, his fingers inside and his mouth eating you, you couldn’t ask for something better. He did it so well that made you forgot your ex partners, they were nothing on him. It was like he knew you for years, cause he discovered exactly how you liked and kept doing it until you got close to your orgasm.

“Uhm, keep doing like this... Yes, i’m gonna cum.” You told him while moving your hand to his hair, caressing his strands while moaning his name. You suddenly felt a wave of pleasure hit you and you relaxed your whole body and closed your eyes to let your orgasm out but Lucas stopped before you could, making you sigh and got your head up just to see him smirking at you. You were totally pissed as you felt the feeling slowly disappearing.

“Beg me if you really wanna cum baby.” He stood up from the bed and started stripping, first getting rid of his hoodie and then he tossed his pants off, letting you realize how hard he was. A smirk formed in your lips as you thought that you did this to him. He finally removed his underwear and you couldn’t stop looking at his hardened dick, you knew it was big, but looking at it in real life you were sure that it seems bigger.

“On all fours, whore.” He didn’t needed to tell you twice as you quickly got on the position he told you, not much time later feeling a slight of pain from his slap on your ass. You couldn’t see his face but you could tell he was liking the position as much as you did, this way he has free pass to slap your ass. He slapped again, this time harder enough to make you groan at the painful act.

“Just fuck me, please.” You were so needy for his dick, you wanted to feel him inside so bad and you couldn’t deny you needed to have a orgasm. “Without a condom?” he whispered in your ear and you nodded in response, you were on a birth control so you didn’t mind. He took a couple of minutes to find a comfortable position between your legs, but as soon as he found, he teased your entrance moving his hips a bit. A really cracked moan left your mouth, you wanted so much more than just the tip teasing you and you couldn’t stand not having him inside anymore.

“Please, Lucas.” You cried out trying to gain what you really wanted, you were acting like a slut for him and that’s what he wanted.

“Needy bitch.” His big hands rested on your ass you were ready for another slap, but it didn’t happened. You suddenly felt the head of his dick entering your pussy, making groans leave you at the pleasant sensation, he continued putting the rest of it inside, such a big cock entirely into you. He started at a slow pace, knowing that taking all of his length inside takes time to feel comfortable, but even gradually the moans were already forming in your throat. As the moans started to be louder he gained courage to fasten his movements, making you even more loud. His dick filled you perfectly, your walls clenched around it so well and sometimes when he moved you cold feel the head of it hitting you G-spot.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned while fastening it, he used his free hand to reach your hair putting all of the strands in a ponytail, grabbing it while he fucked you harder. The one hand that rested on your ass finally moved, but you didn’t expected it would hit you again. The pleasure mixed with the pain made you moan even more.

“Everyone will hear you slut, keep it down.” You bit your lip trying to lower your moans. Many notifications coming from his phone, more people paid to see him fucking you, it aroused you even more remembering that people were watching you. He moved a bit and finally found the perfect position, the head of his cock hitting your sensitive spot, you were a vocal mess again. Your mind went blank as it kept hitting, you rolled your eyes from the wave of pleasure that passed through your whole body. Your orgasm was close again, you prepared your body and closed your eyes as the feeling grew more. It was too much to keep it inside of you, all you could see were starts on your head.

“Can i cum? Please, let me cum.” He laughed at you desperately begging for his permission, his moves fastened, searching for hir orgasm too. “Cum for me whore.” You didn’t wait anymore, you let out a loud moan as the pleasance took control of you. Your eyes shut while feeling the ecstasy of the good sensation. Calling his name while you came made him closer to his orgasm as well, as your walls clenched he couldn’t hold back and filled the insides of you with his hot load. He wasn’t much of a vocal so you only heard low groans as he came, still such a beautiful sound coming from his sexy voice. You looked through your shoulder to see his face, and he looked so hot with his eyes closed and deep breathing. ‘Angelical.’ you thought while smiling. After composing himself he took his length out, a sight left from your lips as you felt it. You laid on the bed, now facing him, he got closer to the camera and waved a bye to the people that were watching the two of you, turning it off some time after. He looked back at you and smiled, walking in your direction and throwing all of his heavy body in you. A loud groan left as the heaviness hit your body, but you didn’t complain. His callousness hand grabbed yours and caressed your palm again, the same way he did earlier.

“You’re so pretty. You did such a good job, that was really your first time being recorded?” You chuckled at his praise and nodded making him smile. He rolled his body to the side to finally let you breath properly again, still caressing your hands. You moved your head to the side so you could face him, his eyes already closed and his pretty mouth half opened. “You look like an angel.” You close your eyes as well, since you were already exhausted it didn’t take much time for you to sleep too.

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 4 years

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Accidents and artwork (Jongho/Smut)

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A/N: So basically, I wrote this from an artists perspective. I wrote it with my experiences and processes I have seen so bare with me.

Also the smut in this story is definitely not the main focus at all, it’s a whole story

Tags: Fem reader x Jongho, Highschool au!, Wrestler x art student, Teenagers being awkward, cute letter confessions, scatterbrained artist, stress relieving, pretty soft sex, pretty vanilla, just wholesome teen romance? virgin reader x Jongho, fingering, praise

Word count: 9520 words (longest thing I’ve ever written)

Week 1

How Jongho ended up in the art room surrounded by paint covered canvases and confused students, he didn’t really know. He didn’t understand how such a big mistake could be made, wrestling and art class were very different things. However here he was at art class and not wrestling like he should have been.

“Take a seat, Mr. Choi. You’re late.” The teacher said, snapping him out of his thoughts as he scanned the room. “Ah, I’m sorry. There was a mix up and I was in the office. I will only be here temporarily until a spot on the wrestling team opens up.” Jongho explained, the other students in the room scanning him up and down.

Everyone had heard about the athlete prodigy that was transferring to your school, how a mix-up like this could happen was really baffling. But it happened and you were now sitting in the corner, watching him look at the empty seat next to you.

“Temporary or not, you’re going to need a seat.” Your teacher said sharply. Mrs. Kim always was sharp of the tongue. You watched him bow politely and make his way to the stool next to yours.

Jongho had only been at school a few days but had already gained immense popularity, being the new kid and the star athlete really helped. This popularity was intimidating to you, not ever really being one for wanting the spotlight per say. It took a certain type of person to enjoy the popularity, not that that was bad, no it was just different. You had respect for all types of people around your highschool, everyone was just trying to make their four years work... some more successfully than others.

“Now as I was explaining, this duo project will be worth 75% of your semester grade. There is no theme, I just want to see harmony between two artists in the piece.” Mrs. Kim explained. That was something you admired about her teaching method. There was never a box to be put in, she allowed artists to be artists and it was refreshing.

One by one you and Jongho watched your classmates find partners, silently. “Ma’am, I won’t be in this class long. I wouldn’t want to not be able to finish a project and leave a student hanging.” Jongho explained, voice incredibly sincere. He would hate to think that someone would fail because of him. “That will just have to be something you figure out with your partner. Is Y/N your partner?” Your name coming out of her mouth caught you off guard and you looked up.

Jongho looked at you and looked at him, before looking back to your teacher and back to eachother again. An awkward silence was definitely lingering in the air as he tried to find the words once he noticed you didn’t have a partner. “Only if she wants to be... I would hate to be a burden.” His voice was soft as he looked at you, anxiously awaiting your response.

“It seem Ms. Y/N doesn’t have a partner so she doesn’t quite have a choice. You two will work together, it’s settled.” There goes that sharp tongue again, you cursed mentally.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to work with Jongho, not at all. He seemed like a sweet guy but you already felt like you were at a disadvantage before hand. Your art seemed to be lacking as of late and you were questioning what direction you were going in, it was an internal struggle that left a negative mark on your art. Now you had the possibility of having to help someone alot and not to be rude, it was a disadvantage.

“Everyone start planning your projects, quietly though. No need to give me a headache before noon.” Jongho pulled his stool closer to you and smiled slightly. He knew you probably didn’t want him as a partner and he could understand why, Jongho knew he had 0 drawing/painting experience.

“I’m sorry.” Jongho said, making you look up at him. There was an apologetic look on his face and you could tell he felt bad. But he had no reason too, this wasn’t his fault. You could work through it, like you mentioned before: everyone was just trying to make their four years work.

“It’s really okay. Let’s just work together and make something cool. We’ll manage.” You comforted him in the best way you could, because you were nervous yourself. If he was already apologizing before even really doing anything, how was this project going to turn out?

“Uhm, do you have any art experience or anything similar?” You asked, hoping that he might have a grain of visual artistic talent. “I’m sorry, no. I know that isn’t what you want to hear.” He looked down, cursing the fact that he never felt the urge to draw when he was a kid. “It’ll be okay, I’ll figure something out.” You replied, more reassuring yourself than him. “Thanks.” He said softly, feeling comforted by your words. “I was reassuring myself.” You justified with a laugh and he chuckled with you. “Fair enough.”

Jongho walked through the cafeteria with his bag, finding his friends pretty easily. They were a rowdy bunch after all.

“There he is. How was art class?” San asked and clapped the younger boy on the back as he sat down. “I still can’t believe that they messed up your schedule like that.” Seonghwa said and Jongho shrugged. “It could be worse. At least I have a cute partner.” Jongho said without thinking about it.

Yeah, he thought you were cute. He also thought there was a worse way to have to spend art class.

“Cute partner? I don’t think I know anyone in the art class.” Wooyoung commented, popping a grape into his mouth. “Her name’s Y/N and she’s kind of stuck with me as a partner for something that takes up a huge chunk of her grade. I feel bad.” Jongho said and perked up once he noticed you had entered the cafeteria. You had a quiet nature, avoiding bumping into people as you walked to an empty seat. You looked clumsy and cute, it made Jongho smile. “I’m assuming that’s her.” Hongjoong said, taking note of the way Jongho had gone quiet.

You had been racking your brain ever since class had ended. No offense to Jongho but you were stuck with him and it was making you anxious. You wanted to deliver something you could be proud of and you really had to think hard about it.

Jongho was a physical person, he liked physical activity and you could work with that. Slowly an idea started forming.

“Jongho!” You called as you saw him in the hall by his locker. You walked over to him, seeing his group of friends all close to him. “Hey, what’s up?” Jongho asked, swallowing before speaking. “I had an idea for the project, something that I think would work for the both of us.” You explained, eyes locking with his for a moment only for you to look away again. “Well, you’re the boss. When do you need me?” Jongho asked, his words flustering you slightly.

“Uhm we can get started this weekend if you’re free, at my place? I have a canvas that’s ready to go and paint.” You said with a soft smile, hoping the blush on your cheeks would die down a bit. Jongho was undeniably attractive and you weren’t used the attention.

“That works, I can come by on Saturday if you text me your adress.” Jongho said, trying really hard to ignore Wooyoung and San’s whispering next to him. You heard the whispers too, feeling uncomfortable as you felt they were about you and you looked to the floor. Jongho subtly jammed his elbow into Wooyoung’s stomach while pretending to adjust his shirt and they shut up.

“Perfect...” You started to walk away, awkwardness taking over before realising you forgot to say something. “Wait, I forgot to mention. Bring some clothes you don’t mind getting paint on, it could get messy.” You said, catching Jongho off guard before walking away again. How could you be so awkward out of nowhere?

You had managed to set the whole thing up... or at least step 1 of your project. It was easy, it was fun and it was creative. This project was going to help you let go a little and through out your week you were starting to see the positive side to this whole thing. You followed rules when it came to art and art didn’t have rules, you wanted to have fun with this.

“Did you find it okay?” You asked, leading him into your house. Jongho couldn’t help but be taken back by your appearance at first. Your shorts and huge what used to be white t-shirt, now covered in a rainbow of paint splatters. Your hair was messy not having bothered doing anything to it because it would get messed up anyways, but Jongho thought it was cute.

“I know I look like a crazy person but this is what I wear to paint so disregard that.” You added on, your sock covered feet padding over the wooden floor of your house. “It’s fine, it somehow suits you. You look comfortable.” Jongho commented, following you through the house.

“Uhm, what are we doing for the project. You never really told me.” Jongho said stopping in your living room and you turned around and looked at him. “Oh my God, you’re right.” You said covering your mouth and starting to laugh at your own stupidity. Jongho must’ve thought you were in an idiot.

“You must think I’m crazy. I get really scatterbrained when I start a project, I’m so sorry.” You explained and Jongho just watched you, grinning softly. He could tell your mind was going a mind a minute and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it was like to be an artist. Sticking his hands in the pockets of his old jeans and just took you in. He didn’t think he was going to enjoy this experience that much at first, but that was slowly changing.

“So basically, I thought you don’t have painting or drawing experience so what can we do. Then I had another thought, you like being physically active and you’re probably good at throwing things too.” Jongho was starting to get concerned at your words, the concern being very visible on his face. “Throwing things?” He thought to himself.

“Don’t worry, it’s a good idea. I think... I was just thinking we should have a good time either launching waterballoons filled with paint at a canvas or we could tape the paint filled balloons to a canvas and throw darts at them. That’s up to you though.” Jongho’s concern quickly went away as he heard the rest of your idea. It sounded so fun and it was definitely something he could do. “I do believe you are a genius ma’am.” Jongho said and bowed jokingly.

“Really?” You asked, your voice sounding so hopefull. You let out a breath of relief as your concerns were wiped away. Something about Jongho was so incredibly refreshing and different from what you had expected. It was nice.

“I think launching the balloons at the canvas is the safest bet. Darts seem, dangerous.” He said as you walked into your yard together. You hummed in agreement, knowing he was probably right and knowing your aim. The last thing you wanted was Jongho going to the emergency room because you can’t throw.

“That seems fair, don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” You said and gestured towards the canvas. You had filled the balloons beforehand and placed them in a bucket. Your mother was going to be upset at the fact that her grass would be splattered with paint, but you knew this would be forgotten if you told her it was for school.

“How did you come up with this?” Jongho asked as he picked up the bucket from next to the canvas and brought it a safe distance away. “ I don’t really know. I guess I was kind of forced to think outside of the box a little. I kinda have to thank you for that.” You confessed and gestured for him to have the first throw. “What do you mean?” He asked and launched a waterballoon at the canvas. It splattered bright orange against the crisp white and you couldn’t help but smile widely.

Jongho felt really good watching the color splatter over the canvas. It felt so good to do something like this.

“I mean, my art was starting to feel stiff. Repetitive. This was something I needed.” You explained and threw your own balloon, missing drastically and launching the blue paint over the grass. You covered your mouth in embarrassment and to hold back your laughter. Jongho tried to hold back a laugh but failed miserably and handed you another balloon. “The canvas is over there.” He joked and you hung your shoulders in feigned shame. “I’m not good at sports.” You confessed, throwing another balloon and barely clipping the canvas. Though hard enough to cause red splatter near the orange.

How your mannerism’s could be so endearing, he had no clue. You weren’t the type of girl Jongho normally gravitated too, but then again he was never really thrown into a situation like this before. He found himself enjoying this whole situation, immensly.

“So you’re friends with San and Wooyoung right?” You asked as the canvas gradually filled with more and more colors and splatters. Turning to Jongho, you noticed how the light was capturing him and his beautiful skin tone and for a moment you swore your heart started pounding faster. Tearing your eyes away, you fiddled with the hem of your paint stained shirt.

“Yeah, I am. Why?” He asked, noting the fact you were avoiding eye contact. “No reason really, they really are mood makers in class.” You complimented. Friendship was something you missed, you always found yourself too scatterbrained and busy to maintain them. Sure you had people you were friendly with at school, but not really someone you could call your friend.

“Yeah that’s true. Wooyoung can be so loud sometimes though.” Jongho chuckled to himself as he threw a balloon really hard against the canvas, nearly knocking it over. “Who do you hangout with?” Jongho asked and ran to the canvas, adjusting it back to it’s original position. You were hesitant to answer his question, you didn’t want him to pity you.

“No one really.” You admitted, your voice sounding oddly cheery. He looked at you confused at how you could sound so okay with that. “Really?” “Really.” You responded and sat down in the grass, your arms feeling tired from throwing and wanting a break. Jongho joined you, deciding he deserved a break as well.

“I’m bad at maintaining friends.” You said with a small laugh at your own self pity. “Ahh.” was the only sound to be heard from him. You both sat quietly for a moment and you leaned back to look at your project. “It looks really good. I think phase 1 is complete.” You nodded in approval and Jongho smiled widely, his nose crinkling in the cutest way.

“This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.” Jongho admitted, not remember the last time he felt joy in a project that wasn’t sport related. “We should let this dry... do you want to watch a movie or something?” Your proposal caught Jongho off guard and yourself. You weren’t expecting those words to come out so smoothly, or to come out at all. It was all incredibly impulsive.

“I actually want to ask you something.” Jongho started and you looked at him with mildly scared eyes. “I was actually wondering if you would show me some of your art and maybe teach my how to do some stuff. I liked this alot more than I thought I would. It would be cool to know how to draw or be even a little helpfull to you in this project.” You were completely surprised, not sure how to respond. This was cool, this was amazing. It put such a big smile on your face you couldn’t help but cover it with your hand.

“I would absolutely love to teach you! Come on let’s go to my room. I have my art stuff up there.” He was surprised by your enthousiasm but it also warmed his heart. You were just so bubbly when it came to art, it was your happy space.

“I’m going to take a guess that this one is your room.” Jongho said and stood infront of your door. It was painted on a sweet little mural and made his smile grow even larger. “Lucky guess.” You said and looked away. You got bashfull for a moment, no one had really been up to your before, let alone a guy.

“This is so cool. It looks so amazing.” He ran his fingers over the painting. It was amazing to him that he could feel the brush strokes. “Thank you.” Your voice was small suddenly and Jongho looked back at you. “Like really amazing.” He never considering that art had texture, that was really cool.

Letting him in your room, you gestured for him to sit at your desk and grabbed a sketchbook and some pencils. “What do you want to learn?” You sat down next to him after placing the sketchbook in front of him. “I don’t know. What do you want to teach me?” Jongho asked leaning towards you with a cheeky smile. His actions flustered you and you looked away for a moment, making him giggle.

“You’re cute.” He stated, flipping your sketchbook open and slowly turning through the pages. How he could just say something like that? “Maybe teach me how to draw you.” He added on as he looked at the paper, trying to hide his giggly response to your reaction.

“How about I just teach you with what I started with? How faces work, if that’s okay.” You evaded and brushed your hair out of your face. You taught Jongho the lines on faces basic lines to follow and just let him draw to get an idea of what he could do. This was just for fun afterall, you didn’t do it completely seriously and neither did he. Jongho just wanted to spend more time with you and thought this was fun.

A silence crept over you both as he drew and you watched. You admired the pencil strokes and soft sound of the pencil on the paper, you also admired his hands. He had such nice, beautiful, tan skin and very nice hands. You couldn’t help but wonder how such nice hands would feel holding yours.

“Jongho...” You started, still just looking at his drawing and hands. He turned his head to you but you avoided eye contact, just looking at the paper. “Hmm?” “Can we be friends?” Your question caught him very off guard, it just wasn’t what he was expecting. “I mean, I kind of thought we already were.”

Week 2

Jongho had been thinking nonstop of his Saturday with you and he couldn’t help but think about how fun it would be to work on “Phase 2″ of the painting. This joy dragged on through the week, before he even really shared a class with you. He found himself doodling in his notebooks and even though they weren’t necessarily good in his opinion, it made him happy.

“So how was painting? I forgot to ask earlier.” Hongjoong asked as he greeted Jongho one morning. It was still early before class and students were slowly pouring in as the group of boys stood in front of the school. Jongho instantly smiled at the question, lovely thoughts filling his mind at the mere mention.

“It was a lot of fun. I kinda know how to draw now. Watch out I might become the next greatest artist.” Jongho joked and tucked his hands into his pocket. “Ah so you had because of art, not a certain partner?” San questioned, eyebrow cocking in Jongho’s direction. However someone caught Jongho’s eye, you.

“Y/N!” He called softly, waving at you. You were caught by surprised but waved back, adjusting your bag over your shoulder. That was when Jongho gestured for you to come over and your heart dropped a little. You had never really talked to his group of friends, ever. You were convinced they didn’t know you existed.

However you did it, you walked over there. Over the weekend you had made some decisions, some life decisions. One of them was inform your parents over the paint throwing in the yard BEFORE you did it and the other was go outside of your comfort zone more. Not only with your art, but also with your life. Making more friends was a little step in the right direction.

“Goodmorning.” You greeted in a singsong voice, making Jongho’s ears turn pink slightly. “Goodmorning.” He greeted back and saw how your arms folded over your chest, noticing some dried green paint by your elbow. “I’m Wooyoung. Do we have classes together?” Wooyoung asked and his question stung a little, you had a lot of classes with him and he just never noticed you.

“I know, we have quite a few classes together actually.” You laughed, brushing it off because you knew he meant no harm. This made Jongho frown, how could Wooyoung not know that?

“Have you been painting?” Jongho asked, changing the subject. “Oh, yeah I have been. Why?” You asked, being confused at his sudden question. “You have some green paint on your arm.” He smiled and reached out rubbing the paint mark gently with his fingers. His touch made your cheeks burn bright red, especially as you had an audience. You simply looked down at the ground as he took care of it. “There, I think I got it all.” He stepped back, eyes trained on your burning red face. You had never felt so relieved to hear a school bell.

He didn’t mean to fluster you like that, though he had to admit he thought it was ridiculously cute and you had never been flustered by a guy like that before. You liked it, you liked Jongho and it happened really fast.

Mrs. Kim noticed the chemistry that week, the chemistry between you and Jongho as you sketched out ideas and guided him when he drew. This was what she had hoped for, this was what she wanted. It was nice to see you smiling in class and it was nice to see someone who was thrown into an unlikely situation, run with it and make the best out of it.

“Okay but why are the eyes all the way up there?” You asked with a small laugh, your face by Jongho’s shoulder. “Look not everyone’s anatomy is the same.” He clarified, trying to hold back his laugh. You shook your head and grabbed your own pencil, doodling a little cartoon nose under horribly realistic eyes and making the whole drawing even funnier. “I guess you’re right about anatomy.” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder for a split second. You didn’t know what came over you it was something you did unconsciously, you were comfortable.

Jongho felt his heart pound in his chest at your small action but didn’t respond, not wanting to make things weird. However he did notice something, something sweet. When you moved your head his nose filled with the scent of flowers and sweet hardcandy and he loved it. “Do you have time this weekend to work on the painting? If not it’s fine, but - nevermind.” You were going to say, you really enjoyed spending time with him but held it back. Jongho frowned, he couldn’t that weekend. He had to cover someone’s shift at the convenience store he worked at.

“I can’t this weekend, but next week I definitely can. I’m all yours.” He explained and your smile fell. “That’s too bad. The last time was fun. Like, really fun.” You said and turned away to your sketchbook. Jongho would’ve rather been with you than at the store, but work was something he couldn’t have just missed. With a sad smile, Jongho put his arm over the back of your chair to get your attention.

Your cheeks were pink when you looked at him and your lips were pouting slightly, he was suddenly completely willing to skip work. “You’re cute when you pout.” His words came out before he could catch them and watched as your cheeks turned even redder. Where did these things come from?

Week 3

The keychain was tucked carefully in Jongho’s hand as he waited for you in front of the school with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. He had seen the keychain on his way back home from work that Saturday. It was a small, stuffed, multicolored patchwork teddy bear on a rose gold keychain. When he saw it he thought of you and came to the conclusion, this was the way he was going to ask you out and break the sad news to you at the same time.

“Let me read the note again.” Seonghwa asked Jongho and the younger boy shook his head. “No, she should be here soon.” He was on firm lookout for your figure approaching the school.

Hongjoong tapped Seonghwa on the chest and whispered to him. “He seems to be nervous.” The statement was blatantly obvious and Seonghwa had to do everything in his power to not roll his eyes. “There she is.” He pointed out and Jongho quickly rolled the note up and slipped it inbetween one of the small loops on the keychain.

“Hey, Y/N.” Hongjoong said and waved at you. You walked over with a soft smile and greeted the 3, looking at Jongho a little longer. He looked uncomfortable and fidgeted with his hands under your gaze.

“So, how was your weekend?” Seonghwa asked, trying to distract you as Jongho moved by your backpack. “Pretty standard. Nothing really interesting.” You admitted and thought back to how boring it actually was. “How was it for you guys?” You asked and felt a little tug on your backpack from behind, turning your head you saw with his hand on your bag. “Sorry, you had a bug on your back. I think I flicked it off harder than I meant too.” He lied straight through his teeth, but the keychain was on your bag. “Oh, thanks.” You said, shaking your head slightly at how odd he was acting.

You looked at your watch, noting the fact that you still had to go talk to Mrs. Kim about a personal project. “I have to go talk to Mrs. Kim about something, but I will see you guys later.” You said and waved to them before starting to walk away. “Hey Y/N.” Jongho said after you, making you turn to look at him. He had a soft smile on his face and his ears were pink. “You look pretty today.” He said loud enough for not only Hongjoong and Seonghwa to hear, but the other students entering the school.

You covered your mouth to hide your smile and quickly turned away to go to Mrs. Kim. Jongho giggled at your response only to garner funny looks from his older friends. “You are completely whipped.” Hongjoong said, still in shock at what he had just witnessed. “So what if I am? She’s cute when she’s flustered. Besides she might not like me much once she finds out I’m not in the art class anymore.” Jongho grabbed his bag off of the ground. “I doubt that, she likes you too. It’s blatantly obvious.” Seonghwa shrugged and headed inside of the school. “It is?” Jongho asked himself, wondering how he didn’t pick up the signs.

“Y/N, good morning!” Mrs. Kim greeted as you entered her classroom. “Goodmorning.” You said in return and took a seat by her desk, laying your backpack in your lap.

“So things with your semester project have been going well?” She asked, looking at you with a smile. “Yeah they’ve been going really well...” Your voice trailed off once you noticed the colorfull trinket on your bag. “Sorry what was that?” Your head snapped up at her question and you tried ignoring the keychain. “Sorry, it’ been going great. Jongho is really fun to work with. I think he’s teaching me more than I’m teaching him.” You said, fingers now fiddling with the little teddy bear.

“I’ve noticed your not being so strict on yourself with drawing. It’s refreshing to see. It’s also refreshing to see you smiling in class.” Your fingers glided over the patchwork fabric, before moving to the chain where you noticed a rolled up piece of paper. “I have been happy.” You admitted, not being to contain your little smile. “Jongho does you good. Let’s pray he’ll be there to finish the project with you.” Mrs. Kim said, realising you were distracted in obviously happy thoughts. “Go to your first class, Ms. Y/N and get your head out of the clouds... in a few minutes.” She dismissed you and you smiled even wider.

You left her classroom and leaned against the wall in the hall. Unrolling the note that was now clutched in your hand, you read it to yourself.

“Hey Y/N,

I know this is kind of weird. But I guess that’s kind of fitting to our friendship, weird and something we both didn’t expect. Anyways, I saw this Saturday on my way home from work and it put a smile on my face. Naturally, the fact that it made me smile made me think of you. So please take this as a little gift, as a thank you for taking me under your colorful wing and making me smile.

This is also a sorry, the wrestling coach called me a few days ago and told me a position opened up on the team. So I won’t be in art class anymore. But I promise I will help you finish our project because, well I’m enjoying myself a lot and I want to spend more time with you.

That leads me to my next reason for this little gift. I was wondering if after this project, you would like to spend even more time with me? Maybe let me take you out on a date? If not, I would like to be friends, just let me know.

Also this bear’s name is Sunshine, take care of him well.

- Jongho”

You had to cover your mouth and remind yourself that you were in school and not home in your room. Jongho liked you too, Jongho liked spending time with you and it felt surreal. You hadn’t had a crush in a long time, let alone one that liked you in return.

Tucking the note in your pocket, you looked at the little teddy bear. “I’ll take care of you, Sunshine.” You said softly before scrambling for your class, noticing you were going to be late.

“You look happy.” Wooyoung commented as you past him to get to your seat. “I do?” You asked, not even attempting to hide your smile. “Yeah, you have that energy that says you got asked out.” Wooyoung was cheeky, you knew that but you didn’t know how much your demeanor could change from a simple confession. Yet here you were.

“How did you know that?” You asked him and he Wooyoung started laughing. “You both are blind. He was so nervous this whole week about asking you out and felt horrible about not being able to work on the painting this weekend. Jongho never shuts up about you.” He shrugged and casually unpacked his things from his bag. “He really likes you.” Wooyoung added on and you quickly made your way to your seat as you noticed your teacher had arrived. But class was far from your mind.

Jongho’s figure was recognizable from behind as you saw him walking in the hall. Broad shoulders, muscular figure and very soft looking hair, he was hard to miss. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward trying to catch up with him to tap him on the shoulder. This wasn’t something you yelled out through the crowd.

He turned around, instantly greeting you with a giant smile and his nose crinkling in the cutest way. “I found your note and your little gift.” You smiled just thinking about his sweet letter. Jongho’s cheeks turned bright red as he felt incredibly nervous to your response. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you in person. I have a hard time talking about my feelings sometimes. I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything.” His apology caught you off guard, could he really not see that you liked him too?

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him to the side and a bit away from other people wandering in the halls. “I would love to go on a date with you Jongho.” You blatantly stated, your hand still holding his. “Really?” His eyes went wide with disbelief, you liked him. Your fingers laced with his now and you started laughing. “I feel like we’re both horribly oblivious. Yes, really.” You were both quiet for a moment, thinking about how nice the other’s hand felt.

“So, we’re gonna try and finish this weekend? I want to take you out on that date.” He quickly said, making you laugh. Jongho didn’t realise how eager he sounded until it came out, but he didn’t care. You didn’t say anything and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug.

Jongho reciprocated the action, arms wrapping around your waist gently as he hugged you in return. His face tucked into your neck and he took a deep breath. You smelled nice, like flowers and sweet hardcandies and as if Jongho needed anymore convincing that he liked you.

The weekend rolled around fast enough, yet you found yourself in a slump. The ideas you had regarding the project seemed less and less appealing as the days went by and surely enough you hated your idea. You were so inspiration blocked that you had reverted to spending your Saturday morning sitting infront of the paint splattered canvas, hoping to get an idea.

“Y/N, you’re partner is here. I’m going to go to run some errands and then go out to dinner with friends. Have fun!” Your mother said from your bedroom door and you turned your head to her. “Alright mom, thanks.” You said and watched Jongho awkwardly enter your bedroom.

“Hey.” He said softly, taking note of the fact that you weren’t in your paint clothes but dressed quite cute. Short denim overalls and an oversized striped shirt underneath, very simple and cute but completely fitting to you. But you didn’t look that happy, as a matter of fact you looked distraught.

“What’s wrong?” Jongho asked and sat down on your bed. “I have no idea how to finish this. I had one, but now I hate it. I don’t know how to continue.” You explained, pulling your knees to your chest and looking at Jongho. He had a concerned expression, nose crinkling as his eyebrows furrowed. “Hmm.” He hummed and turned around to look at the paint splatters.

“Scoot over.” He said, kicking his shoes off and sitting down next to you at the top of your bed, back leaning against the headboard. The side of his body pressed into your comfortably as he settled down to stare at the painting. “How long have you been doing this?” He asked, glancing towards you and taking note of how incredibly close your faces were.

“Too long.” You mumbled, resting your head on your knees. “Entirely too long.” Your voice was soft as you continued to look straight ahead. Art block was the worst feeling.

“Distract me a little. How was your first wrestling practice?” You asked, genuinely interested in the topic. You craned your head to look at him, also taking note of how close your faces were. “It was really nice to be back in a familiar space again.” He started and you watched him speak. He looked happy talking about his passion and the made you feel mushy on the inside. Was this how he felt when you talked about art?

You couldn’t help but giggle at his happy expression, he was ridiculously cute and he didn’t even know it. “What was that for?” Jongho asked, leaning into you a little more with a soft smirk. “Happy is cute on you. Can I come to a match of yours?” You asked, burrying your face into your arms a little more. The question was surprising but Jongho loved it, you were slowly taking initiative. “I would love for you to come to a match of mine.” His voice was hushed suddenly, not feeling the need to speak loud. Even though it was just the two of you home, he wanted this moment to be private.

You both simply looked at eachother for a moment, the project at hand being far away from your thoughts. Jongho’s hand moved to yours and you let him take it. His thumb drawing shapes over your soft skin.

“Can I kiss you?” His question caught you completely off guard, but not in a negative way at all. He realised the question was kind of out of the blue, but your naturally pink tinted cheeks, pouty lips and soft expression were too much for him. He really wondered if your lips tasted like the way you smelled, like sweet candy.

You nodded and lifted your head from your arms, your heart pounding in your chest as his hand gently moved up your arm. You leaned further into him and smiled as his hand finally reached your cheek, cupping it gently. He was watching you and admired the way your eyes fluttered shut, the soft smile playing on your lips and the deeper pink tint on your cheeks.

He finally leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours, fingers moving under your chin. His lips were pillowy, soft and incredibly gentle against yours, not wanting to hurt you in any way or form. To him, you tasted exactly like he thought you would. Sweet like candy and he absolutely loved it.

You didn’t realise it until you pulled away, but your hand was on his chest gripping his t-shirt. “Sorry.” You mumbled, letting go only for his hand to catch yours and keep it there on his chest. “It’s okay.” His voice came out as whisper as he locked eyes with you. You gripped his shirt again, now using it as leverage to pull his lips against yours again. This time catching Jongho slightly by surprise.

This kiss was different, the soft, careful demeanor being a lot less present as he pulled you into him. His hands were on your waist and you moved to sit on your knees, lips not seperating once. As his lips moved against yours, you hummed as he squeezed your waist gently before threading your fingers through his silky hair.

“You taste sweet.” He mumbled against your lips and wrapped his arms around you fully. Jongho laid down, making sure to pull you with him and allowing you to rest on his chest. He looked at your flushed cheeks and smiled, pressing his forehead to yours. “God you’re so cute.” He commented, revelling in the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

You tugged slightly and watched his eyes close, long eyelashes catching your attention. Jongho was pretty enough to draw. What you weren’t expecting however, was the low groan the emitted from his throat.

You kissed him again with a total new feeling to it. The way he looked, the way he sounded, it was too much. Jongho could feel it too, the way your breathing had sped up, the way your chest pressed against his, it was all just completely natural for him to get worked up.

As his tongue glided over your bottom lip, gaining more access to your mouth, his hands grabbed your waist and moved you where he wanted you. Straddling his waist now, you could completely feel the effect you had on him and a wave of nerves hit you. “Jongho...” You started, sitting up slightly and only placing your clothed core over his. A moan came out before you could finish what you were saying and the heat on your cheeks flooded back.

“I’ve never done this before.” You finished, your hands on his chest as he looked up at you. “That’s okay, we don’t have to.” He said quickly, not wanting to make you uncomfortable at all. He wouldn’t want you to do anything you would regret. “That’s not what I meant, I just wanted you to know. I want to do this, if you do.” You said, smiling softly at his gentle words and hands coming to find yours. Your finger’s laced together and you looked at how well they fit.

“I do. I really do.” He said, sitting up so that his face was inches from yours again. His movements made his hips buck into yours, shooting relief through your body and making you squeeze his hands. Jongho was loving your little reactions to minor movements.

His lips attached to your jaw, lacing light kisses over the skin and keeping his eyes on you. Your eyes were closed and you were loving the feeling of his lips on your skin. His finger tips danced over the skin of your arms before holding the back of your neck tightly. Lips moving down over your neck, you let out a gasp as he nipped at your skin. “You sound so pretty.” Jongho praised and his words went straight to your core.

“If you want to stop, just tell me.” He said between kisses on the base on your neck. “Please don’t.” Your words came out as a whine even at the thought. He felt so good.

You toyed with the hem of his t-shirt, hoping he’d take the hint that he would take it off. “You’re eager.” Jongho commented and pulled his lips off of your skin. You thought your eagerness had killed the mood and were about to apologize, when he swiftly pulled his shirt off over his head.

His skin looked soft like satin and you found your fingers wandering over the newly exposed skin before moving to the clips of your overalls. You took a deep breath and undid them swiftly, tugging your shirt off and discarding it with his. This amount of exposure was new to you and you felt incredibly shy, the simple white lace of your bra not seeming nice enough for the occasion. You looked down, breaking eye contact with him.

“You’re so beautiful.” His comment made your heart flutter and you looked up again. “So beautiful.” He repeated and you took the plunge, pressing your lips to his harshly and pushing him back. Jongho found that he quite enjoyed the weight of your body on his and that he really enjoyed the feeling of your chest against his, no he loved the feeling. “So soft.” He complimented again as his fingers ran over the skin of your back.

“Stop complimenting me.” You giggled and let out a yelp as he flipped you both over. His hard on was now directly pressing against your core, harshly and your hair was splayed over your pillow. “Why should I stop?” Jongho asked and kissed over your collarbones, his tongue peaking out to lick at your skin. Moving down further, his mouth was at the edge of your bra and his hands moved to undo it. “I mean every word, you know.” He said and watched you slide the item of clothing off of your arms.

“Why are you being so sweet?” You asked as your arms covered your now bare chest in slight embarrassment. Your question was very surprising to Jongho, he didn’t have a reason not to be. He felt incredibly lucky to be in the position he was in and he was going to let you know that, you deserved that.

“Because I feel lucky. You’re trusting me, you’re letting me do this with you.” He explained, odd kisses being placed around your lips. “I feel lucky too, lucky I’m doing this with you.” You admitted and your arms moved away from your chest, feeling even more comfortable with him.

Jongho allowed his hands to move to your chest, squeezing your breast slightly as he nipped at your skin. The kisses became more intense as you felt him suck on your skin, he wanted to leave marks. You hummed when his tongue moved over your nipple, licking the nub before wrapping his lips around it. Moaning, your nails moved over his shoulders and he hummed, vibrations somehow moving through your whole body.

His lips lazily moved over your skin to reach your other nipple, to give it the same attention as his hands moved down your torso. He pushed your overalls down and you helped him pull them off, but not wanting his mouth off of your skin. Your breathing picked up as his hand rubbed over your clothed slit and he bit down on your nipple slightly. All of this was just so stimulating, you couldn’t help but already feel something starting to bubble up in your stomach.

“Jongho~” You moaned, nails digging into his shoulders again. He was loving the fact that he could draw these reactions from you. He pulled your underwear to the side, making you gasp as his index finger ran over your bare slit and gathered your arousal. “Let me know if you want me to stop.” He said again as he knew things were getting more intense. Jongho looked at you as you bit your bottom lip, him pushing his finger into you slowly. You mewled and shut your eyes, accepting the new feeling and loving it. His finger curled and he repeated his actions. You were so tight around him, making his mind wander to how you’d feel wrapped around him.

His finger’s picked up with pace, curling his finger every now and then before adding another. It was a bit of a stretch but nothing uncomfortable, the opposite actually. You were a moaning mess, the coil in your stomach tightening rapidly with each thrust of his fingers.

Your hand shot up, covering your mouth as a particularly loud moan left you, your other hand grabbing his hair. Jongho could tell you were incredibly close to cumming, walls tightening around his fingers and he watched your face. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were shut, but your hand was still covering your mouth.

“Let me hear you.” Jongho pleaded, lips moving by your ear as his pace picked up even more. “Cum for me, please.” He mumbled, kissing the skin softly as you tried shutting your legs instinctively. His hand prevented that and you pulled his lips onto yours as you released, back arching of the mattress. He kept pumping his fingers through your orgasm as you kissed him deeply and moaned against his lips.

You whined, moving to push his hand away because the feeling was too much. “Too much.” You whimpered and Jongho pulled his hand away. “You did so good.” He mumbled into the skin of your neck only for it to be cut off with a moan. Your hand had found his bulge and you palmed it gently. It wasn’t fair that you were getting all the attention. Jongho burried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling your hand grip him through his jeans.

A wave of nerves overtook you as you felt how big he was, but you weren’t backing down now. You wanted him.

You undid his jean and he helped you pull them down, laughing slightly at the awkward movements. But it didn’t kill the mood at all, as a matter of fact the small giggles put you more at ease. As he stripped himself of his jeans and boxers, you pulled your own underwear off and threw it to the ground.

Jongho sat on his knees inbetween your legs, cock standing against his lower stomach. He looked thick and you couldn’t help but feel the heat pool between your legs again. Before you did anything else you reached towards your nightstand and pulled open the drawer. You had a small box of condoms stored there for a rainy day and today it was pouring.

He watched you, running his hands over your thighs as you went to pull a condom out. Something about the action was so innocent, especially when you handed it to him with wide eyes. Smiling, he grabbed and leaned forward to kiss your lips lightly. You watched him tear open the foil packet and roll it on, the action being very intriguing to watch.

“You’re still okay with this right?” Jongho asked as one of his hands found your hip. “I am. I promise.” You said softly and found that for some reason you weren’t nervous anymore. You felt so cared for and comfortable, you didn’t have a reason too.

Using his hand, he raised your hips and guided himself towards your slit. Running the tip over your slit and gathering some of your wetness before pressing into you. Jongho made sure to lean forward and hold you close as he looked for any signs of discomfort or pain. But it didn’t hurt, the stretch was a little uncomfortable but there wasn’t any pain. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“You okay?” He asked, kissing your lips gently before bottoming out completely. You let out a small gasp at the full feeling and your walls clenched in response. He felt so good. You nodded and looked up into his eyes, allowing your body to adjust to him. “Please move.” You whined slightly, any discomfort you had being completely gone and now just being very needy. You bucked your hips making Jongho chuckle before drawing his own hips back.

He started off slow, his hands moving down to hold your thighs and wrap your legs around his waist. Hips drawing out and in gently. The way your body was angled made him hit all the right spots and making the feeling even more intense than it was with his fingers. “Jongho, you feel so good.” You choked out as your fingers toyed with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“No baby, you feel good. You look so good for me.” He commented into your neck before looking at your expression. Your cheeks were the pinkest he had ever seen and you’re lips were swollen, eyes hooded as you looked up at him with a moan leaving you as you did.

“So beautiful.” He remarked, saying it more to himself than anyone else. His hips picked up the pace, causing your nails to dig into his shoulders and a small cry came from your mouth. You were so close again and Jongho could feel it. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter with each move of his hips and he couldn’t help but let out a groan at the feeling. His hand moved inbetween your legs and gently rubbed your clit, feeling that he was on the edge of cumming as well.

“Come on, beautiful. Cum for me.” He mumbled, moaning through his own sentence as his hips stuttered and stilled completely. Your own orgasm following not far behind, making your legs tighten around his waist. A small cry left your mouth as you felt your legs shake slightly and Jongho rubbed them soothingly as he came down from his own high.

He allowed himself to rest on top of you with a small laugh and you pet his hair, breathing heavily yourself. “Thank you for being so sweet to me.” You whispered softly, barely being audible. Jongho lifted his head to look at you, smiling before getting off of you and laying next to you. “Thank you for being you. It makes being sweet easy.” You couldn’t help but cover your face in embarrassment and he started laughing. “We just had sex but that embarrasses you? You’re a beautiful surprise everytime I’m with you.” Jongho chuckled and turned over onto his side to look at you. His fingers started tracing over the bare skin of your stomach and he just admired you.

Jongho felt like he was head over heels for you and he had never felt that way for anyone before.

You were watching his expression, taking note of how happy and giggly he was. His eyes were sparkling and that was something you never really noticed before. That was when an idea came to you.

“Oh.” You said, sitting up suddenly and catching him off guard. “Oh? What’s wrong?” Jongho asked and followed your body as you quickly pulled on clothes. “Nothing’s wrong, I have an idea for the project.” You smiled at him and he shook his head in disbelief. Your mind was fascinating to him.

You tugged on your painting shirt and placed yourself on the floor infront of the paint splattered canvas. In all honesty, you were done looking at the thing but you had to take inspiration when it came, even if it was an odd time.

Jongho moved to put his jeans back on, not feeling the need for his shirt just yet as he sat behind you on the ground. He pressed his chest to your back and watched you grab a white chalk pencil. “Why a white pencil?” He asked, genuinely curious as to what you were doing. “Because white shows up better on the colors of background than a regular pencil would.” You explained and leaned back into his bare chest.

“Oh.” His voice was soft as he spoke by your ear, sending goosebumps over your body. You giggled slightly and just started sketching, glancing back at him to get a general idea of his eyes and their shape. “What’s your idea beautiful?” He asked and you smiled. “I’m going to paint you. Well, just your eyes. Because I can and you opened my eyes to trying new things.” You explained and started mapping out his features. Jongho fell quiet at your explanation pressed his lips to your shoulder, just feeling greatfull.

Week 4

Walking into the cafeteria, you stretched out your back and adjusted your bag. Painting was doing a number on your posture but you loved how it was starting to look and so was Jongho. He knew he didn’t do much when it came to the project itself but he still felt proud, of you and of the work he had done.

You spotted Jongho at his table with the other’s and smiled. You hadn’t seen him since that Saturday and were wondering if things were going to be awkward, they weren’t over text. But in real life things could be different.

He obviously hadn’t told any of the others about that Saturdays’ actual events, it was too private and too sacred to him for that. Eventhough he hadn’t seen you since that day, you were the only thing running through his mind. At wrestling practice, in class, at work and at home. His head was in the clouds and he absolutely never wanted to come down.

Catching a glimpse of you, he couldn’t help but wave you over. When you saw him standing, smiling and waving to you from his table you realised you were worried about nothing.

“Hey beautiful.” Jongho said, earning a deep blush from you and surprised looks from the others. “That’s new.” San commented and Jongho smacked him on the shoulder, before grabbing your hand. He sat back down and pulled you down with him so that you were sat on his knee. It was intimate and it garnered looks from people who didn’t know what was going on between you two, but you really couldn’t care. You were although embarrassed, incredibly happy.

“Project needs to be turned in a week. Think we’ll finish it on time?” Jongho asked softly and you nodded your head. “I think so. I have to present it too. But you have wrestling practice, so you focus on that. I can handle the rest of the project.” You assured, allowing your hand to come up to his cheek. Jongho could feel his ears turning pink at the sudden affection, not used to you being the one to make the first move.

Your thumb stroked his cheek gently and you quickly pecked his lips. You were feeling brave. “What was that?” He asked while giggling and you shrugged.

“Just another new thing I’m trying out.”

A/N: This took too long to write and it is all over the place. This is also the biggest story I have ever written so if you actually take the time to read this... I’m sorry?

Sorry it took so long as well. A lot of stuff has been going on in my brain lately. Anyways, feedback is kindly appreciated and encouraged.

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez reaction #ateez scenario #jongho #jongho scenario #jongho smut #jongho reaction #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung

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rebellioussinner09 · 3 years

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Who’s in Control?

Sub Kuroo x dom Fem Reader ❤️

Warning: VERY INTENSE AND LOTS OF CURSE WORDS AND KAMANYAKAN HAHAHAH (CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18 here)

If there’s one thing Kuroo prides himself for is that he knows he has good stamina.

Actually good was an understatement, he knows he has *excellent stamina* not only for playing volleyball but also for bedroom activities.

And Not to mention he was rough and unforgiving when it comes to sex(at least thats what he tells himself)

And he definitely uses that gift for his own advantages,

I mean he himself witnessed on how Y/N would just loose her mind from his Overstimulation or just his thrusting in general.

And a lot of their friends and peers often jokes about on how Y/N handles Kuroo’s attitude. Because as they quote “kuroo seems to be the type of guy who’s into bdsm”

*because lets be real He wasn’t called scheming captain by his team for nothing*

And Even Kenma and Bokuto would join in on that playful banter that Kuroo needs to tone it down sometimes so that Y/N can at least breath and have a chance to keep up with him.

Kuroo would only nod and smile to those comments because oh how wrong their assumptions were.

Because if the roles had been reversed, Y/N was literally 100x worse when it comes to teasing and sadism.

His teammates cleary hasn’t seen Y/N’s all dominant glory when she’s the one taking the reigns on their relationship.

And Kuroo totally had his first hand experience on this;

There was a time where they made a bet on who could last a week on teasing before the other one break, and Y/N won that bet fair and square cause not once did he saw her Crumble, she just shrugged off Kuroo’s efforts in teasing like it was just nothing.

And the dirty talk

*oh god the dirty talk*

If kuroo had a filthy mouth that calls out degrading terms when doing the deed, Y/N was more of a sweet smoth talker that would coo and whisper sweet nothings on your ear and somehow that was 10x worse cause man that girl knows her way with her words.

She would babble out on “how much of a good boy” Tetsuro has been and on how proud she is of him while she bounces herself up and down on his cock.

At that; Kuroo can practically pinpoint the moment he realizes and accepts he is no match for a dom Y/N

So he only whimpers in response as she digs her claws at the back of his shoulders as she continue the activity on riding him.

“Who’s my sweet boy now?” Y/N asks, her fingers slowly tracing the veins on Kuroo’s biceps.

“I am” Kuroo pants desperately “I am baby please- you’re killing me”

But the girl in front of her only raises a brow back at him, she growls loudly as her hand went up to grip Kuroo’s neck

“Now that’s not one way to adress me” she demands as she squeezed the lining of Kuroo’s adam’s apple

“Mommy” Kuroo moaned below her “Im sorry Mommy please”

With a satisfied smirk, Y/N realeses her hold, she leans down to her partners eye level to give him a passionate kiss on the lips

“Ok baby. You can cum now”

As if on command, Kuroo bucks his hips against her core as he splurted his load deep inside her

“Fuck” he hisses between his teeth.

By the time he was finished, he gives Y/N a sturdy glare “You’re killing me” he groans

But his girl only giggles in response “That’s what you get for picking a fight with Bokuto today”

And that was only Level 01 of Y/N being a dom.

Level 2 was way more intense and extreme because it involves a certain strap on toy that Y/N bought online

And to be honest Kuroo was a bit hesistant at getting pegged at first, because no way in hell was he agreeing on shoving up a dildo up to his prostate,

but the protest died on his mouth the moment Y/N pushed him in all fours over towards the bed.

“Awww but baby you take me so good” she purrs as she gently tugs of Kuroo’s boxers from his waist.

“Surely a big boy like you can handle a little strap on now would you?”

Kuroo lets out a deep growl as Y/N prods a finger into his hole to at least stretch it out before she pushes the toy in

“Y/N-“ he warnes

“Yes baby?”

He was about to retort a complaint when he feels the silicon material pushed up against his p-spot

“Fuck” he curses as he grabs a fistful the sheets below him

“You okay?” Y/N asks once she was fully in.

“M’good” Kuroo breathes “Just take it slow on me baby please”

But Y/N’s definition of slow was quite the opposite cause she rutted in him almost quickly as he lets the 7 inch toy slide in and out of him.

The overwhelming sensation of being full and the constant hitting of his prostate was too much for Kuroo’s liking.

He was too absorbed in processing the foreign object against his hole he was surprised Y/N’s hand made its way into his neglected cock.

She gives it a few gentle strokes before she pulls away to trap her arms into Kuroo’s neck.

“Straighten up” she orders lowly “Look at yourself in the mirror”

And Kuroo was quick to obey as he takes his full form on the reflection in front of him.

He was on his knees on the bed while Y/N relentlessly pounds him from behind.

“That’s it baby look at how much of a slut you are” Y/N snarls as she tugs him upward again so he can get a full view of his lower abdominal muscles and his cock that is leaking out pre-cum

The pleasureable feeling of him getting fucked and the degrading words from Y/N was just enough to send him into the edge that he even almost pulled out an aheago face right then and there.

And of course Y/N’s quick eyes didn’t miss that;

“Look at the mirror when you cum” she tells him roughly “Let me see that face you make”

So he does, one quick glance into his messy reflection he’s already cumming hard. He takes and jerks his cock out of sudden reflex all in as he maintained eye contact with himself through the mirror.

And fuck does the sight before him will live rent free on his mind from now on. 😂😂

3rd and Final Level was Y/N’s style of Exhibitionism and Public Sex.

Now in their relationship its no secret that kink is somehow Kuroo’s teritory.

Once his horny in public, Him and Y/N are known to be possibly hooking up in a nearby stall or bathroom or even the storage room if they’re inside the gymnasium.

That’s what all the team knew, It was always Kuroo who initiates the first move, But what they didn’t knew is half of those sexual activity was Y/N s idea.

(At least Kuroo has the decency to at least let them do it in a secluded place where he knows is private but at the same time the possibility of anyone walking in on them excited them both so honestly that was the whole point of it so it was definitely a win win situation)

But what Kuroo doesn’t know is how his girlfriend managed to get turned on in broad daylight and in the middle of the library during a study session

(And one thing about Y/N ; if she’s the first one to get turned on; Don’t even try to think of domming, Kuroo learned that the hard way)

So here she was eyeing him up and down with lusty eyes as she drew little circles around Kuroo’s thigh

“Y/N stop it” Kuroo snaps as he gently slaps the hand away.

“Want you” Y/N breathes unto the shell of his earlobe “You’re so sexy today”

Kuroo sighs in annoyance, he then dips his head down so he could give her a small kiss on the forehead

“Hold on a little longer baby” he reasures “When we’re done with the homework we can have a little detour inside one of the classrooms”

Y/N pouts at the idea of having to wait a little longer “But I want you now”

Kuroo gives her another kiss “I know. But they’re like 50 other people here with us”

At his statement Y/N gives a sly smirk.

And Kuroo was quick enough to piece the puzzles together “Baby dont you dare-“

But it was too late, Y/N reacted quickly on knocking few of her books down to the floor catching the attention of few other students from across their table.

She mumbles a quick apology before she kneels down to retrive them.

And by retrieve it was her kneeling infront of Kuroo’s legs to palm his bulge against the fabric of his pants.

“What are you doing?” Kuroo growls “Get up”

But Y/N wasn’t taking any hints and continued to fundle with his balls “You’re already hard babe” she comments “I know you like this. You like me blowing you out inside the library while they are peolple around us”

At the suggestion of blowing him, Kuroo’s breath hitched; “Y/N Im serious” he says “Not here”

Y/N lets out a sarcastic scoff “It will be fine” she assures as she zips Kuroo’s fly down to free his aching cock “Just dont make a sound”

Without another word, she envelops Kuroo’s long shaft into the depths of her mouth.

Kuroo lets out a soft whine as he takes a quick look at the surrounding around him, luckily no one has took noticed of them yet and he thanked the Nekoma high school library for having closed tables that covered their lower halves.

He then turns his gaze back to Y/N who was busy bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

He groans again as he feels her tongue move up to the base then around to his frenulum.

“Fuxk” he curses under his breath as he feels the building organsm ripping away through his stomach down to his shaft.

“baby I’m gonna cum” he whispers as he wraps a hand on her hair to guide her head up and down.

With another quick swish of Y/N’s tongue, Kuroo lets a harsh yelp as he involunarily thrust his hips into her mouth to ride out his orgasm.

Y/N pulls away with a loud pop as she gracefully wiped away the cum stains around her lips

“See?” She mused “that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

He fixes her a stern glare “oh fuxk you” he says as he took in the mess they made.

If they keep doing random stuffs like this; Kuroo’s gonna need a change of pants and possibly change schools. (His reputation as a volleyball captain would clearly be damaged) but when he tooks in the sighs of his girlfriend’s smirk and lewd face in front of him, Kuroo wouldn’t trade it for the whole world.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #fanfic #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #x reader #haikyuu!!#kuroo smut #lemon fanfic

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yoongikisses · 3 years

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{MYG} My Pick-Up Note

Pairing| Yoongi x Reader

Summary| You get a Pick-Up note for your order as you missed the Postman this morning. As you pick it up at the post office, you notice it is not your order. But a guy's named Min Yoongi.

Genre/Warning| Fluff, oneshot

Note| I came up with it today and woke up way too early on my free day :,> so enjoy

Disclaimer| Authors note!

Please know that english is not my first language. I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes and hope you can still focus on the storyline instead. All of the upcoming stories are only pure fiction from my daily ideas and imaginations and I'd likely want to share my passion with you.

If you have requests please always feel free to dm!💜

Much Love!

—Silvy🐱

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You groaned as you spotted the yellow pick-up note sticked over the top rim of your mailbox. You ordered a hoodie. A hoodie that would've been delivered and worn by you now only if you weren't that lazy to open the door for the postman just about twenty minutes ago. You rolled your eyes and went back to your apartment. You cursed at yourself under your breath. You've been waiting and all hyped about that hoodie for so long. And now, it is your fault you have to wait for even longer now. You looked at the pick up date, only to percieve the message, that your package would arrive back at the main post office two days later.

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Here you were. Standing in line to get to the shelter. You couldn't take your mind off of how good you would look in that new damn hoodie after a painfully long amount of pre-order waiting and shipping duration. Your head snapped up at the 'ding' and you stepped to the smiling lady at the shelter.

You handed her your yellow pick-up note and she nodded her head checking her PC.

"Just a moment miss Min~" you nodded and then frowned after she left.

"........ hah?"

She came back with the package and handed it over. Your face was the definition of happiness and your hands have already met the white box. "Thank you, have a nice day~"

The lady already pressed the button to cause another 'ding' to invite the next person to get to the shelter, as you jumped in "Wait!"

The lady snapped her head up at you.

"Th--this is not my adress!" She blinked and checked the yellow papers. "It's your pick-up number miss. It is truly the right package"

You looked at her dumbfouned. "Miss, this is still not my adress! I want my damn package!"

The elderly lady behind you started mocking in a high pitched voice to make you move out her way, impatiently wanting to hand in a letter.

The lady at the shelter sighed. "Miss Min, please. Contact our hotline about your issue. I'm just trying to do my job. Have a nice day."

You boiled in anger "I am not Miss Min! Arghhh!" You stumped out the Post office angrily and left. You entered your car and threw the box onto your passenger seat and left a bothered sigh.

After calming down you turned your face to the box again. It surely was the same brand you bought of. That's why the boxes must've been exchanged... you carefully scanned the box and looked at the adress. Maybe just the adress was wrong? But then the package must've arrived at the wrong adress and you would've never got that doomed pick-up note. You rolled your eyes annoyed. The only way to find out was to drive to that adress and ask the real owner. He probably has your package.

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You scanned the plate once again to make sure before you rang. "Min Yoongi" it said. It's the right thing. It only took a few seconds for the inhabitant to open the door after you rang. and he caught you off guard. Real bad. Here he was. A guy your age. Maybe just a year older. Or two. His eyes were hooded. His features were beautiful and skin really well taken care of and lips pouty. His black, probably freshly dyed hair was all over the place. His black plain shirt was hanging loosely from his shoulders, showing off his collarbones. His necklace was hanging from his neck showing a silver pisces pendant and the black baggy sweaters matched also to his black fila slippers.

After a few seconds of re-thinking your words you snapped. "Um-..."

He tilted his head at your unsureness. "Can I help you?" His voice was even more amazing. It was raspy. Probably still his morning voice.

"I-- had to pick up my package I ordered. But it's the wrong one. It's your adress." You looked to the box in your hands. Quite shy at the stranger. "So... I wondered if you possibly have mine?..." you asked shily and lifed your head once again to meet the strangers eyes again. He leaned agains his door frame crossing his arms and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Looking up as if he's trying to remember something "Hm... could that be the Mastermind hoodie?" Your eyes got wide "Y-Yes!" The realization hit you "Y-You opened it??" That left you sink in annoyance. "Of course" he nodded simply. All unbothered and unapologetic. "I was expecting a package of the same shipper." You lifted your hands. "Correct. This one" he just nodded. Remaining in the same position. He caught you in confusion. "So...... can I have my package?" He lifted his eyes again as if he's seriously thinking about it. "Technically, what's lost, gets owned by the new founder"

you frowned, not showing mercy of being friendly anymore "what? Are you serious??" He chuckled at your annoyance. "I'm pretty sure you'd be happy with my purchase aswell." You boiled in anger.

"Yah! Are you seriously thinking anything you bought could exchange my Mastermind hoodie in collab with Vans??" He laughed at your passion about the fashion item. "Mh. I don't know. I'll think about it. Okay?~" he smiled and stepped in, grabbing the door handle. "W-Wait!" You placed your hand at his door nearly desperately. He lifted his head. Trying so hard to hide his amusement. "Do you seriously want me to pull up at your door again just to ask if you've changed your mind??" He shrugged.

"Hahh??" You frowned at him giving him a judging face. "Why not. Maybe I'd change my mind by evening" he smirked. A blush kinda creeped up your face as it kinda sounded like an invitation. You make your annoyance stand out more so he wouldn't notice your flustered face "ughh just you wait mister Min." He waved annoyingly and gave a cocky smile before closing the door.

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You entered your home nearly slamming the door and gripped the box in your hands. "This guy has the guts-" your gaze fell onto his box and you thought.... "Technically, he opened mine." A smirk grew wide as you did wonder what he ordered. You did not hesitate any further to open the package and it caught you by surprise when you saw his purchase. It was a fear of god hoodie... a heck lot more rare and expensive than yours. Why would he decide to keep yours? You threw his hoodie on without hesitation and scanned it in the mirror. It was obviously a bit over sized on you but honestly. It looked amazing on you. You instantly fell in love with the item. Not wrapping your head around the fact that he would ever exchange his purchase with yours. He probably gave hundreds and hundreds of dollars on it and probably waited a painfully long amount of weeks just like you. Wasn't he upset when he opened a wrong delivery?

Your mind reached to the possibility of him just hitting on you. But when you remembered his hot features you instantly shook your head off the thought. Impossible. He was probably just bored or wanted to annoy you.

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You rolled your eyes as you saw the name plate at the doorbell of his door. You rang it. Gulping for some reason. And there he was again. Still his fluffy black locks. Pouty lips and those narrow eyes. He wore a hoodie. Not yours in particular. And neither his. Which left you questioning how it would look on him after you tried it on. "Miss?~" you rolled your eyes once again. "My. Hoodie." You caught him lff guard. He was visibly surprised you did not mean to keep his hoodie, even though the worth was like five times the amount of his. Why didn't you? Well. Technically you could just keep his unbothered. Probably anyone would. Maybe... if there wasn't just his invitation that always sticked in the back of your mind for you to come back in the evening. That was like more of a reason you came. But of course, you wouldn't tell him that.

"Not satisfied?" You chuckled. "Funny one you are." He gave a cocky smirk. "Why don't we disguss that with a cup of coffee. Is probablx cozier than the hallway." Here it was. The 'hidded invitation' again. What was this guy up to? He let you inside. And you stepped in carefully taking your shoes off as you scanned his place. It was clean. Really clean.

There was a bottle of wine standing unopened on the coffee table. Probably his plan to consume it for the night as a weekend start on friday evening. There were art pieces hung up on his plain white and grey walls. The furniture were mostly black. It looked cozy yet modern and expensive. The apartment was dimmed with warm lights, the TV giving a better job of illuminating the living room area. "Thought you said coffee" your comment reffered back to the wine. He scratched his head "I did not expect you to come actually..." now it was his turn to blush. It was cute. It caught you off guard. "Pff." You rolled your eyes. "I'm no stealer. I dont need your hoodie" he smirked at one realization. "Good. Give it to me" it made your expression drop. "Uhm-........" he smirked as you noticed what he was reffering to. Yes. You didn't have it. The excitement and nervousness to know you were 'hiddenly invited' to a guys place made you forget why you actually came in first place. "You forgot it." You nervously snapped. "I--I really don't need it! I-it's yours really I just--" —"You forgot why you actually came here?" Yes. It sounded really dumb when he said that. But yes. He's right. You could not say a word as the blush on your cheek made it hard to do so anyways.

"....... I don't even really want mine anymore anyways......" you took a seat at the couch.

He looked amused at you. Letting your words sink in for a minute or two, that seemed like an eternity. The only thing that made sound was the two wine glasses that he got from the kitchen and the next sounds were his steps he made with his Fila slippers. He sat to you. Not really bothering to make an appropriate distance between your two sitting figures. It caught you in nervousness even more. You honestly did not even expect a guy like him to sit that close to you. He seems rather chill and distant. He placed the two glasses to you and grabbed the bottle opening it while piercing his gaze on you. "So.... why then" you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Hoping he would read your expression that clearly said 'Duh. You invited me'. He just chuckled. And it was damn attractive. "We can also just see this as an invitation." He said and back here was that annoying smirk. He got your message. You really wanted to change the topic to end the embarrassment of your poor actions. "You... got taste." He gave you a short glance with a low 'huh?' After pouring the dark red liquid into your glass, placing it to you.

"The hoodie.... you got good taste in fashion" He couldn't help but take advantage yet again to connect your opinion to the previous topic. "You mean you got taste now?" You got flustered and embarrassed. Leaving you give a "yah!" That made him laugh out loud. "I really don't need it! I forgot okay?...." he gave you a rather warm smile now. "Okay. Let's say I believe you." You frowned, as it sounded like he didn't. "What's the reason you forgot. You must've had in mind what our business was, as you prepared for tonight." You gulped. You did put in a bit more effort in your make up and hair to look cute. And you really looked stunning. "I'll bring it...." you lowered your gaze. The next thing you felt was his warm fingers lifting your chin and your heart dropped at the physical contact. "I told you. I don't need it. And as you said you don't need yours." It gave you the impression of him wanting to confess to why he made such a scene with the orders. "S-so... why......?" He smiled and took grip of the glass circling it to make the crimson liquid stirr in the glass. He sure was a wine lover. He brought the glass closer to smell it. His small actions and silence only making your interest rise in excitement, also making you more curious of his person himself.

"I took advantage." His lack of explanation did the same cause as his quiet actions did. "...... of?" He put the glass down, not even taking a sip and he smiled folding his hands as if he's having a hard time telling you the truth. "I came to return your package two days before you came to return mine" you blinked surprised waiting him to continue. "W-what made you stop?" He chuckled low. "I saw the pick-up note on your mailbox and knew, you would get my package. It....... sounds creepy but I saw you get out the apartment to grab your mail and.... you caught my interest" you blushed. You were really surprised at his statement and did not know what to say, making yourself repeat his words. "I.... caught your interest?" He nodded "yeah. So I wanted to see if your appearance and your type matched my interest aswell when you knock on my door asking me the favor of exchanging our packages." You stared. "So....... you invited me?" He nodded once again. "You were cute." He smiled at his own words. "So the next step was to test you if you're interested aswell in giving you two options" you frowned confused. "The first one being keeping my hoodie and never saying a word again,"

"You know...." you turned your head to him. Your face matching his state aswell. He leaned closer. Making your blush grow only wider as you could even smell his cologne mixed with the fruity scent of the high quality wine. He talked low. Almost seductively

"I do wonder what you look like in my hoodies."

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queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm · 4 years

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Daminette December Day 5: Fire (Continues from day 4’s prompt of gaming)

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Damian Wayne Al Gul was never known for backing out from challenges. So when the opportunity came to “unmask” Ladybug, you best believe he was determined to seeing that to completion. A game plan began brewing in his head, “How am I going to get a Parisian streamer/designer to come to the states?” He muttered to himself, “There need to be a reason.”

‘What could make her want to come?’ Damian thought. There in his room, you could smell the oil and hear the gears turning inside his head. He brought his fingers to his temples, completely lost to the world at the momment. And then, it hit him. “I’ve got it!” He almost screamed, “I could make it into a sponsorship!”

“Hey, Demon-Spawn!” Jason barged into the room. A kunai flew passed his head, “Do- Watch it! Anyway Brucie wants us in the living room.”

Damian scowled. His plans would have to wait for now. This had better be good. As he made his way to the living room, Damian didn’t have the slightest clue that old Brucie Boy was about to make his job a hell of lot easier.

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On the other side of the world, our favorite girl had just finished “Tim Drake’s” commission. The client didn’t give much detail into what they wanted, all they said was to make them a suit and mask for the masquerade. Marinette had full creative liberty over the suit and mask. She wanted to go over the top, but on the off chance it was actually Timothy Drake himself it needed the right amount of subtlety to be functional.

(A/N: I’m not really good at describing clothes, but I couldn’t find anything that looks like I have in my head. Sorry!)

Marinette doesn’t do themes often, but she decided this design would become the newest part of her “Elements” collection. The suit jacket itself was a dark green, almost gray, color with multicolored leaves hand stitched into the material. Marinette had barely made it visible, but if one looked close enough it was definitely there. The pocket square was olive green with brown undertones as was the bow tie. The suit’s pants were the the same color as the jacket. The mask, however, the mask made the piece come together. The mask itself was brown, but the small details on the mask were lined with gold thread. Everything about this look screamed nature.

It had taken her a week to complete, and boy was it worth it. Marintte was relieved it was over, but loved the finished result. She packaged the suit and mask duo and placed her handwritten thank you note inside. The note read, “Dear Mr. Drake, Thank you for commissioning me for your gala. I do not know if it is the real Tim Drake and if it’s not please remember you do not have have to lie to get my attention. But if it is in fact Timothy Drake, himself, I want to thank you for this opportunity. I hope everything is up to your standards. Please continue to commission me for anything! Thank you for shopping at “Miss Fortune” Bug our! Signed, Ladybug” Marinette went straight to the post office to ship it to the American adress and returned home shortly after.

The next day at school would have Marinette begging for someone to put her out of her misery. It was announced that the class had won the Wayne scholarship to visit Gotham. And while Marinette was happy her hard work had seen results, it meant more work would be piled onto her. Ms. Bustier had cut her train of thought off, “Oh, and before I forget, we are invited to the Wayne’s annual Christmas charity gala. And Alya, there is absolutely no recording or interviews. If you fail to adhere to these rules, you will be bard from any and all other activities involving the Wayne family.”

Alya looked deflated by that fact. Lila was going to cook up some lie about knowing the Wayne’s, but once again Ms. Bustier had opened her mouth again, “Lila, we all know about your condition to lie uncontrollably. That being said, if you feel compelled to lie about knowing the Wayne family I would keep your mouth shut. Gotham is known as the city with the highest crime rate in the world. The Waynes have been known targets of Gotham’s villains, we wouldn’t want to be put in danger.”

Marinette had smirked at that comment and Lila eye had twitched, “Of course Ms. Bustier!”

The only thought that was going through Marinette’s head after that was, ‘What am I going to wear?’

*Line Break*

A month had passed and the trip to Gotham was tomorrow. Marinette decided to tell her followers on her twitch why there would be no more streams for another two weeks or so, “Today I just want to let you guys know that I will not be going live for like two weeks. I’ll be in America with my school for a trip. We’ll be attending a very important event there! I hope you guys won’t forget about when I’m gone!”

The comments and donations came in hordes. Most claiming that they could never forget about a gaming goddess. There where some asking about where in America she was headed to, “Well, usually I wouldn’t say anything. Buuuut, this is a very large city! We are headed to Gotham city!”

At 3:28 pm Damian Wayne, felt his heart stop. Ladybug would be in Gotham because of her Parisian class for an important event. There was only one Parisian class that had won if he remembered correctly, he’d have to ask Tim. Damian grabbed his phone in a attempt to see if Marinette would answer this frantic texting.

Her phone dings on stream, “Wow, I’m sorry guys I thought I had that on silent,” Marinette silences her phone but pays no attention to the contents on it. Her phone continues to buzz, “I’m so popular today,” she giggled, “To Damian, who I know is watching, can you please stop texting me when I’m live? Please and thank you. And before you heathens ask, no Damian does not know who I am so do go snooping to try and find out who he is,” She said in her heavily accented English.

Damian decided he would talk to her later, lest she be angry at him. The stream was relatively short today, only an hour and a half. Marinette had to go so that she would “actually be alive in the morning” as she put it. And when the cat is away, the birds go and play. Damian donned his Robin persona as he took it upon himself to continue his mission in uncovering Ladybug.

As he suspected, only one class from Paris had won the scholarship. The class president’s name had also just so happened to be none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Damian then deduced that Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Ladybug are the same person. Oh, what fun this was going to be.

During the Parisian class’s time in Gotham, they had left Marinette behind 5 times. Let me repeat that. Caline Bustier, an educator and chaperone, had left one of her students in one of the world’s most dangerous cities not once, not twice, not even thrice, but five times. Thankfully on her first time she had ran into a young Arabic man named Damian. Marinette laughed at how much this Damian had reminded her of her client. He wasn’t wearing her designs though so she couldn’t tell if they were one and the same, spoiler alert: they were!

The night of the gala had arrived and Damian asked to accompany her as her date. Marinette would have normally said “no, thank you” but Damian and Marinette had gotten to know each other over the course of her adventures in Gotham. So instead she said, “Yes!”

Marinette had spent a month on her newest creation. The purpose for this gala and this one alone. It would make its debut in her “Elements” collection, after the trip. Marinette was particularly proud of this one, this time the theme was fire and boy was there going to be one. The mask she wore was lined with blue to symbolize one of the hottest flames there are.

(A/N: As stated earlier I’m not good at describing clothing, so here’s a picture of what I’m talking about. Also this is not mine and kudos to whoever did make it because I want this for myself.)

Damian waited patiently for his date to arrive. He was dressed in the exact opposite way. Cool blues and slivers donned his suit. His mask was white with red linning to contrast Marinette’s blue. None of what he was wearing was of “Miss Fortune” though. There wasn’t enough time for him to ask.

When Marinette exited the elevator, Damian had the wind knocked out of him. She looked like ethereal and in that momment Damian wasn’t sure if she really existed. He had seen the dress on her streams while she was making it, but this was the first time he had seen Marinette wearing it. Marinette was the epitome of regality.

But when Marinette saw Damian dressed like the prince she’d known him to be, Marinette almost fainted. Together they looked like gods gracing mortals with their presence. Anyone who saw them, assumed such as well. They’d stop and stare at Adonis and his Aphrodite.

They walked the red carpet and at that moment Marinette realized three things, one: She would have to reveal herself as Ladybug, two: she would have to explain herself to her followers, and three: Damian is that Damian Wayne???

“Surprise?” He said with a raising of his shoulders.

“We’ll talk later,” she said lowly.

Together they passed the reporters to enter and Marinette made her big reveal, “Miss! Miss! Who are you wearing? It’s gorgeous!”

“I’m wearing my own design! I run a website called Miss Fortune. You would probably recognize me as Ladybug on Twitch though,” she giggled.

Before she could answer anymore questions, Damian pulled her inside to the actual Gala. He couldn’t wait to see the looks on his brother’s faces when they relized who he had on his side. And by the sound of the shriek that ran throughout the halls, Tim and Dick had just found out. They raced over in an attempt to introduce themselves to her.

Marinette noticed that Tim was wearing the suit she had made back in November. She paled when she remembered accusing him of lying in her note, “You are wearing my design. You weren’t lying to me!”

Marinette was apologizing and Tim didn’t need it. She had every right to be suspicious whenever someone claimed to know or be part of the Wayne crew. Jason had a Batcow when he noticed the angel of a girl on the arm of a demon. And then freaked out even more once, he heard who she was.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch. Well... that was before Alya and Lila were escorted out for recording and lying on the Wayne Family name. Oh, boy legal was going to have so much fun with them.

Bruce Wayne seen four of his children huddled around a small French-Asian woman. He thought he should introduce himself. Unknown to Marinette Bruce was also wearing her work. Apparently Damian had commissioned that suit for Bruce’s birthday. Marinette almost fainted for the second time that evening.

As the party came to a close, Damian and Marinette stepped out to chat alone, “I know this is kind of forward, but would you like to accompany me on a date soon?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Marinette smiled as she rested her head on Damian’s shoulder while staring at the sky.

Fire is volatile. It can burn, destroy, and even kill. But fire is also rebirth, warmth, and passion. Marinette is the fire to Damian’s ice. Complete opposites that complete each other, just as it should be.

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A/N: So the two shot is over!!!! Did you all like it? I think this one is my favorite so far. In any case thank you for all the notes, comments, and reblogs on the last part. I really appreciate it! If you want to be tagged let me know in the comments!

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honeyyu · 4 years

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Sold | Nct - 002

Summary: Cho Miso lives a difficult life, she works full time jobs to take care of her sick mom. One of those jobs being an secretary to the most rich man of seoul. As she tries to take care of everyhing, she goes looking for her dad who had left them for almost 5 years now. Coming into the life of her dad she was caught up by formal parties and events, her dad finally identifying her as his daughter. And before she could even realize, she was bought by a group powerful rich men who called themselves NCT to be their new secretary.

Masterlist

Genre: Smut (+slight angst?) and a little bit fluff

Warnings: None (only one swear word)

Word count: 2.4K

Notes: This chapter doesn’t contain any smut. I try to make this kinda like a real story that why I don’t go straight into the smut. Im sorry!! I think maybe in 2/3 chapters there will be some. Im just trying to introduce the nct members slowly. I hope this isn’t disappointing :/ Last thing, I think its Kims not Kim’s but Kim’s looks cooler idk why lol

The rest of the work day went by faster then I thought. None of the 3 Kim’s found out about the accident luckily. I did tell Tiffany, one of the personal assistants. She is also the one i’m close friends with, the one who gave the flowers I totally ruined. She could only laugh when I told her,” I already made copies of the most of them. So don’t worry about them finding out. I will email you the copies and you can retype the ones who aren’t there!” I couldn’t tell her how grateful I was. The most I could do for now was give her a big hug.

It was already passed workhours for me but at home I didn’t have access to a laptop or computer so I had to finish everything here. In the email Tiffany send me most of the papers were there, I mean the copies. I went through the now dried papers and got rid of the ones Tifanny copied. Now there were around twenty papers left for me to retype, and copy immediately before something would happen again.

All of the papers were about interviews or letters who needed to be send to other important companies. Before starting I looked at the clock on the wall behind Tiffany’s desk, who was out to get coffee for our bosses. The other two were busy moving from meeting to meeting together with the two other Kim’s.

The time on the clock was 4 pm. My mind wandered off for a second, thinking about what kind of food I should buy for dinner tonight. This job made me earn a fair amount of money. But most of it went to the debts we had to pay. And the hospital bills for my mom. This week she would stay with me until I had enough money to buy the hospital bills again.

“Ah I should really work on those papers.” I snapped myself back to reality upon seeing the papers I had to write before 6 because I would always have dinner at 6 with my mom but I didn’t know if I would make it this time. I was hoping on finishing a little before 6 so I could do some grocery shopping on my way home. As those thoughts ran through my mind I started working.

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My eyes stayed focused on the screen as I was busy writing the last words of the letter. A loud sigh left my mouth when I grabbed the paper off the desk. Again, it was a letter. “From Mr. Kim To Mr Ch-“ I immediately stopped my sentence seeing the name on the paper. Mr Cho. It could be another man but I couldn’t let this go so easily. Was there an adress on it?

“Yes!” I jumped out of my chair with the paper in my hand. It would be unprofessional to ran out of the building and go to the adress. Not to forget I could lose my job if I did that. Only two papers to finish. With that mindset I typed the last papers in not more than 20 minutes.

My hands moved faster than normal. Computer off, papers in bag, chair under my desk, jacket on and card out. I didn’t have to tell anyone I was going. The 3 Kim’s couldn’t care more and Tifanny plus the other two girls were not at the office anymore.

The elevator was slower than usual. Or it was slower because I was excited to maybe find my dad again after five years. I didn’t really know the reason behind my excitement. He was the one who left us and he’s the source of our problems. Maybe I thought that if I would tell him how everything is with mom and me he would feel quilty and help us. Or maybe I just wanted answers to questions I had since the day he left us. And I knew that a small part of me wanted his money. I was embarrassed that I had these kind of thoughts but the money I wanted wouldn’t be for me, but for my mom. Every day she woke up she would look closer to death. Not that money was gonna fix the fact that she was ill or not but he could at least pay the hospital bills.

While making my way outside I looked up the adress on my phone. I was hoping badly that it wasn’t going to be a long route. My feet already gave up by seeing how long the walk was. At least one hour it said. Well if i walk my own speed it will be around forty minutes but still way too long for me to walk in heels. Only two decisions I could make. One, go home to change shoes, forget about dinner and just walk there or get a taxi. Option two it is then because I really didn’t have the time to walk.

Lucky for me a taxi just pulled to the side to let someone out of the car. Taking my chance I speed walked towards it. I was about to grab the doors handle but another hand reached for it faster. It was a young man. “Excuse me,” He muttered to me.

“Sorry sir, I was about to get into the taxi actually.” I politely said, trying not to make a scene. He blankly looked me in the eyes,” I never take a taxi so it’s really important. Now if you will excuse me, I have more urgent things to do then chit chat.” A breath came out of my mouth, sounding like a scoff. I didn’t mean to do that but he was being selfish. Like I had nothing better to do then talk to him,” Well I have something urgent to do too.” I replied but he already stepped into the vehicle.

“We can share!” He looked at me unamused. It didn’t look like he would consider sharing so I looked around for another orange car. To my suprise he left the door open and shuffled to the left to make space for me. I made a ninety degrees bow to thank him before stepping in. “Thank you. My name is Cho Miso.” I thanked him once again. The reason why I introduced myself was also a question to me. Maybe I was trying to be social. He looked at me once I introduced myself. His lips parted like he wanted to say something but he closed them again and looked outside.

Feeling a little hit awkward I gave the taxi driver the adress by showing letter.” You work there?” He asked me while typing the adress into the device,” Not really. I have to talk to the CEO of the building.” His eyebrows furrowed. That must’ve sounded really weird. “Ah, I mean I have a meeting. I work in that building,” I explained him while pointing to the building right outside the window. He nodded and asked the man next to me where he was heading. “The NCT building.” Both heads of me and the driver turned to stare at him in shock. Did he work there?

“Now you say it. I saw you on the news today! You are Kim Dongyoung!” Kim Dongyoung? Is he one of the CEO’s? Now that the driver said that, he was wearing a very expensive suit I recognized from the other CEO’s I often see in the building. I could never really understand people who paid so much for a pair of cothing but if you have the money I guess.

I missed the reaction of the man next to me but the driver started driving. He probably just nodded or ignored like how he did with me. My eyes somehow stayed glued to him. He had black hair, by what I could see long legs, beautiful brown eyes, nice lips. By the last thought I shook my head and whipped my head away from him. God what has gotten into me.

All I did for the rest of the ride was look outside the window, too embarrassed to even look at him. He also, was staring outside. Slowly the car came to halt. That wasn’t a long ride at all. Expected since its a car of course. I laughed a little by my own thoughts but quickly stopped when I saw Kim Dongyoung looking at me.

“Here is your stop miss.” I opened the door saying thank you at the same time. About to walk away I stopped myself, I have to pay. The device showed the amount of won I had to pay so I gave the man half of the bills I had in my wallet, hoping it was enough because I had to get a ride home too. “Have a nice meeting!” He flashed me a smile. I happily smiled back and pushed the door closed. Fortunately I saved myself some drama for later.

A loud sigh left my mouth as I looked at the big building infront of me. How do I even get in without getting stopped by the security. Taking a big risk I walked in. I was wearing office clothing so that was a good thing but I didn’t have an card to access. How was I gonna do this?

As aspected a muscular man stopped me,” You can’t go in miss” Quick think of something Miso! Thats right, I had the letter that had to be delivered here,” I have a meeting with Mr Cho? The letter with all of the information didn’t arrive in time so I came here personally to explain it.” I explained trying not to stutter too much and stretched out my arm with the paper in it so he could see. His eyes went over the paper. He nodded, believing my lie. Then he stepped backwards for me to enter, at the same time bowing.

I bowed back automatically and made my way to the elevator. It looked similar to the ones we had in our building. Made from glass and the floor of gold making it look chic and luxury. If this was my dads company he was very rich. While waiting for the elevator to arrive I thought about how he would look. What do I say. Should I introduce myself or hug him? Nah, he definitely know its me when he sees me so no need to introduce.

Ding! The elevator behind me made a sound, signaling it was open. I nearly ran into it, eager to meet my dad if this was his building. The glass elevator was filled with people in suit, golden watches and expensive bags. I felt a little out of place but that wasn’t important right now. Not sure what floor I had to stop at I waited till I reached the top of the building. Most of the time the important people like the CEO were on the top floor.

And I was right. When I reached top floor it looked alsmost exactly like the floor I worked at in the 3 Kim’s building. A receptionist, waiting room, conference rooms and the CEO’s office I could see way back behind everything with the name Mr Cho on a again golden name plate attached in the door. After examining I walked up to the girl behind the reception.

“Good evening, I have something to discuss with Mr Cho?” I couldn’t tell her I had a meeting because she could search it up on her computer and I would get send away. “Im sorry miss but Mr Cho is in a meeting at the moment. Would you like to wait?” Oh a meeting? Meeting always take a long time but if I had the luck that it was indeed my dad I was gonna meet then it wouldn’t hurt for me to wait a little while. “Yes I will wait, thank you.” With that I walked up to the seats where you were supposed to wait.

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I’ve been here, waiting, for almost thirty minutes now and I was losing my patient. I was even so close to losing it that I wanted to walk into that conference room and yell at him for being so slow. Of course I couldn’t do that so my only option was waiting.

Tired of sitting in a chair for the whole time, I got up to get something to drink. When I arrived here I saw a water tap almost next to the CEO’s office.

Filling my cup, I looked around once again. The office walls of Mr Cho were from glass making it easy for me to take a glance of it. There wasn’t much interesting though. His desk was placed by the wall on the left. Infront of the desk a couple couches with a coffee table in the middle. Just like regular CEO offices that I’ve seen in my life.

But something catched my eye. There were three framed pictures on his desk, facing the couches. I couldn’t see them clearly so I walked a couple steps closer to the office.

The cup almost fell out of my hand. It was my dad on the pictures but not only him. Next to him there was a woman, around my moms age maybe younger and two kids, one boy and one girl who looked atleast five years younger than me. This was his new family. Otherwise he wouldn’t have three pictures with them on his desk.

I couldn’t accept the fact that he moved on from his first family. Harshly I threw the cup of water into the garbage can nearby me and I left the building with my hands clenced into a fist. Tears threatened to fall but he wasn’t worth it. He was living a perfect life with a perfect new family and money enough to take care of thousands people like my mom and me. He was so fucking selfish!

I took a taxi back to my house. The whole ride I looked outside the window with a furious expression. Probably making the driver uncomfortable because he turned up the radio so it wouldn’t be all silence. Arriving at the house I gave him the rest of the money I had in my wallet and he drove off after.

Grabbing my keys to enter the house my phone rang. The number on the screen didn’t ring any bell but I still anwered thinking that it maybe was someone from work who needed me.“Hello?” I asked into the phone, waiting for an answer on the other side.

“I heard you’ve been looking for me.”

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peachy-inserts · 4 years

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alright, here we go; long post coming up y’all

(sorry for any errors, or for too much repetition. i am incredibly tired today)

tdlr; bakugou is angry and deserves love and patience

the name thing is what bothers me the very most about fanon bakugou. he frequently calls people by insults, but even lately in canon has shown to use them less and less, and with people he personally knows, or someone who’s being a dick

and for someone who has so much trouble opening up and developing close relationships in the first place, why the hell would he ever choose to call an s/o by these names? it’s an abusive behavior to do that; i know it’s fictional but could you imagine if your boyfriend called you a ‘fucking dumbass’? ‘endearingly’ or not, i just don’t see how some people could characterize bakugou like that and find it appealing

about showing respect by using names, notice how he hardly calls midoriya anything other than ‘damn deku’, but has rarely slung dumbass or idiot into the mix. he also would never adress his teachers or idols by those things, even though we all know he’s got enough balls and anger to

granted, he doesn’t spare this courtesy with his friends, but speaking realistically i think i say bitch and whore more times a day when talking to my friends than i do their names. i think platonically, with the right context, bond, and tone you can certainly use names like this to show affection. but never to hurt them with

bakugou is definitely incredibly insecure, which of course we saw in the deku vs kacchan 2 fight when all might broke them up. he’s just a messed up kid with a warped perception of reality (which we’ll go more into on in the next part) a lot that goes into making bakugou the personality he is on fanon is this in the works, and yet it’s completely ignored and excused as an extremely confident dude who shows affection through violence and insults/threats. like, what? you can’t play that off as ‘haha he means well’ like no, no. any perosn with an inkling of sense knows you don’t act like that to people you care about

going off of him being insecure, you’d have to have to be forceful with him to get him to open up, as well as showing him a little bit of tlc because it’s not like literally anyone has ever offered that to him. deku has definitely tried to be close with him, but i don’t think he’s going as deep as he should and to no fault of his; his history with bakugou and bakugous feelings of inferiority prevent that from happening on his end. i don’t think bakugou would be able to be vulnerable to somebody unless they opened up to him first, and had written a reliable history with him. he’s someone who could stand to learn by example

still yet though, a lot of what i see with him on the other side of fanon (him not, y’know, basically being abusive) is that he’s a mellowed out fellow, doesn’t let things bother him, is super sweet. even without everything making him him the way that he is, that’s still his personality. even if he were to overcome all of his issues, that doesn’t mean his entire personality would change. he’s certainly aware of how he presents himself, and how people shy away from him, but as of currently where the anime left off (i’m not caught up on the manga) is okay with that. he focuses on his goals to distract himself from those matters weighing down on him but i think in the future as he had more time to bond with others he’d definitely try to make an effort to change, and from that point is where i tend to write him from. he can still be brash, confident, and teasing all while showing kindness to others, it’s just gonna take time

mitsuki is, if you ask me, the root of his problems. for real. mitsuki literally criticizes him for the way he handles being kidnapped, makes him feel guilty for it, treats him as if he should have been able to solve everything in his own, shouldn’t have been there in the first place if he was really strong enough, and reinforces this idea in him that a hero should be able to work completely alone. she gives him the idea that needing help or asking for help is weak and he should be ashamed for ‘inconveniecing’ everyone, despite him literally being her 15 year old son kidnapped by the most notorious and dangerous group of villains in the country

that’s not tough love, that is emotional abuse. mitsuki and bakugou’s relationship is more than them both simply being rough around the edges, she sets out to degrade him and knock him down every time he shows an ounce of confidence. it is extremely toxic, and caused him to develop this inferiority complex that we see (only to be amplified by the one person he could confidently assert himself over becoming the all powerful successor to his idol)

if she would have showed him a little bit of weakness, a little bit of the motherly love expected of her, i don’t think he’d be nearly as insecure as he is now. his flashy quirk would still play into his personality, what with adults fawning over him and saying he should be a hero (seen in the beginning of the series) but i think more than anything it would be a not so intense fear of failure. if he had his own mother backing him up, it wouldn’t be nearly as bad

mitsuki has lead him to believe that unless he’s the best and achieves his goal without any help whatsoever, that he should be disappointed, pitied, and seen as a loser

finally touching the lighter side of things, bakugou would be absolutely hilarious the first time he ever committed himself to a relationship. he’s genuinely never been interested in it, and the few crushes he’s had were completely ignored to fulfill his goals. so far we’ve established that he’s insecure, feels inferior, and has trouble expressing his emotions unless the right person caters to him patiently. there is absolutely NO way that he could go into a relationship confidently, he’d be completely flustered and nervous as hell. i think bakugou is definitely the type to play into cliche romance standards all while pretending he’s too cool to care, and it’s whimsical to say the least

all he cares about is being a hero, so unless someone willing to work with him slowly and show him kindness latches into him and cracks him open, i don’t see him starting a relationship in high school. he wouldn’t be concerned with those matters until he’s finally settled down into a routine work life, and even then wouldn’t be able to develop a good romantic relationship with someone he wasn’t already friends with

as for pda, his flashy show off style and embarrassed ‘never dated anyone and is terrified’ ordeal would clash and leave him wanting to be able to indulge in pda, but far too flustered to go through with it. he’ll hold hand with you, yeah, maybe leave a hand on your waist when you’re idle, but a kiss is taking it outside of his comfort zone. once he’s adapted and overcome these, he’s all over it though. so long as it doesn’t get gross, you know?

i think he would mimic his parents in one sense, that being banter. he’d argue with his s/o, but not in the aggressive manner you’d expect; more so, arguments are a way to exercise his mind and keep him entertained? so i think he’d need an s/o who can keep up with him and playfully bounce back and forth with him over useless things. he’d never take it to the point of anyone being hurt or actually angry, although there would be a couple times he’d lose his temper over something and start an ACTUAL argument that has the potential to escalate. after doing this once or twice though i think he’d work extensively on keeping his cool and having a peaceful albeit tense discussion

otherwise though, i don’t think he wants to be anything like them, and consciously works toward providing a relationship for his s/o much much different from theirs, once that’s open and nurturing

so sorry for the repeated thoughts and spelling mistakes, but those are my thoughts! feel free to add on anymore or elaborate on what’s here so far, and thank you for sending these in babe 😍

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newobsessionweekly · 4 years

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Used to your absence 🌿

Anonymous said: hi there I saw you were taking request, I was wondering if you could do an Aron Piper imagine where him & the reader are broken up but one day they see each other at the club & someone tries to hurt her but then he goes over & becomes her knight & shinning armor which makes them spend more time together & eventually get back together. Love your writing 💛

a/n: Thank you for your kindness! There it is, I hope you like it! Thank you for your patience and I’m sorry it took me so long. Stay home and stay safe, everyone! Enjoy 🌿❤️ word count: 1.773

warnings: I don’t think there are any of them. Sorry for the eventual grammar errors, but it’s 4am :))).

Arón Piper x reader 🌿

The worst feeling is when you are having trouble breathing, with a huge weight pressing on your chest and the tremenduous need to cry, to scream, to get it off and move on. There are those thoughts haunting you again, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a overcrowded street, with too many people passing by and none of them realising how broken you are. One single day had changed everything, but you still don’t know how that happened.

You love summer, warm days and long walks while the sun kisses your skin softely, but some summer days there in Madrid can be too hot to be supportable. Danna is here only for a few days to celebrate her birthday and for her Mala Fama Tour. It’s always a pleasure to spend some time with her, she was the one you got along with the most and the one that was there for you after you and Arón broke up. She was only one call away despite the jet lag.

After an afternoon spent at your favourite coffee shop with Danna, she decided to celebrate her birthday at a disco in Center of Madrid that night. You weren’t sure if it’s a good idea, her and Arón are literally like a family and though she’s your best friend, you wanted to turn down the invitation. You lately felt this unbearable longing as you saw his face everywhere.

”So, you coming tonight?” she smiled at you and waited for an answear before she would get in the cab.

“Yeah, definitely.” you accepted anyway and kissed cheeks then she left for some Cosmopolitan shooting.

It’s been months since you’ve heard anything from Arón and it seemed you felt better, but knowing your anniversary is approaching, somehow messed up your mind. You found yourself admiring his Instagram profile a few nights ago and even opened the dms to ask him what was going on in his life, but you came across quickly. He had moved on and you could really use a drink right now.

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The night only began and you just stood at the table beside Danna’s friends, drinking and laughing with them. Arón wasn’t there, Miguel hugged you so tight, Itzan told you that he missed you, but Mina and Omar immediately kidnapped you after you hugged the others and asked for all the stuff that happened in your life lately. The conversation died sooner that they expected, you haven’t done much, your life without Arón was not that exciting. He was the one that lighted up your world with his smile, integrated sarcasm as if it was his native language and his love that once was destined to you.

Omar isn’t only the life of the party, he is also a very kind and warm person, with a big heart and armed with so much patience that you could even imagine. He always listened to you when Danna considered you were going nuts.

“But you broke up months ago.” he shakes his head.

“I know, I know. It’s harder than I thought to fall out of love, but it’s better now.” you smiled and he pat your shoulder.

You made your way to the dance floor and waved your body as the music dictates you. It’s already the third drink, but nothing too strong as you are not usually a drinker. You frizzed as your sight accidentally met Arón’s. He was there, beside your table, trying to focus on wishing properly a “happy birthday” to Danna, though seeing you made his heart feeling strange and a lump going up, stuck on his throat.

You shake your head and ignored that feeling in your stomach. You moved again to the sound of the music and let the inhibitions disappear. You wouldn’t usually wear a short dress, you wouldn’t let your body exposed and you wouldn’t let so many males stare at you. You always thought that a real man’s attention is caught due to the brain, the way of thinking and because of the way two people mentally resonate. Not only resonating in bed or being sexually attracted by someone.

As you stayed in the middle of so many people who moved lascivious on the music, you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to some strange man. He danced behind your back, rubbing his body against yours until you found the strength to somehow stop him from moving.

“Let me go!” you tried to get his hands off of your body, but he only just moved one of them.

“Why, love? You look so sexy, let me enjoy this beautiful body.” his hand rested on your ass, moving up and down, creating a very unpleasant feeling.

The whole situation looked like a couple dancing and it didn’t raised any question marks, that’s what made you scared. He could lift you up any moment and take you God knows where, making it looks perfectly normal.

“Come on, let’s not complicate it. Let me go, please.” your voice is shaky as you felt his breathing against you neck. His big arms wouldn’t let you make any move and feeling him kissing your neck made you sick. You had tears running down your face and your body started trembling.

“She said to let her go, so let her go!” a thick voice heard behind you and made the strange man that had you captive in his arms turn to face the owner of the voice, but didn’t loose the grip.

You looked at Arón as he clenched his jaw. You know he shaved his head, you saw pictures but you couldn’t imagine he looks so good in real life. He is wearing his piercing and the ring you bought him for his birthday two years ago. Since then he never took it off for anything, but you thought he was wearing it because of you. Now, after months you hadn’t been together, he’s still wearing it. And now, after he saw that the man is not letting you go, he used his right hand along with the ring to make him back off.

He punched him in the jawline, careful not to hurt you too. As the man brutally let go of your waist and Arón going on top of him, you somehow managed to attenuate the fall. Arón was throwing punches towards the man, his face starting to bleed more and more.

You quickly grabbed Arón’s arm and tried to stop him, but the real help came from Miguel who had taken him away from the body laying down on the floor almost unconscious. His eyes were filled with anger, his fists painted with blood, but he softened when he caught your sight.

You rushed and hugged him tight and cried while he was holding you. You didn’t know how you are supposed to interpret his intervention or his tight embrace, but you stood there, “Thank you so much. I didn’t know what was going to happen if you weren’t there.”

“There so need to think like that, alright? I was there and I helped as I could.” he rubbed your back, slowly moving up and down.

He knows about how reserved you are with touching, especially with other people touching you. You didn’t like much that kind of interaction and he is the only one you always allowed to touch you, to feel your body entirely.

“So, uhm, I have some of your mail at the apartament.” he broke the silence. “Some letters came to that adress a few months in a row, they eventually stopped after a while, but I think you should have them.” you moved away from his touch.

“Alright.”

“So, are you free tomorrow afternoon? I mean, we could met at our-“ he stopped and swallowed the lump “-at the coffee shop to hand them to you, if you want to.”

“Yeah, it’s fine. Tomorrow afternoon at the coffee shop.”

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He was waiting for you the next day at a table that used to be your favourite. From there you can see Madrid on its beauty and the people always walking made you detach for a moment and enjoy your own world you and Arón built together. There were also a perfect place for him because he could smoke without disturbing anyone and he always says that the light from that spot made you look literally like an angel.

“Hi!” you sat on the table facing him.

He extinguish the cigarette and smiled “Hi!”.

There was an awkward silence floating between you, filled with far too many unspoken words and regretted decisions.

“So, there are a few letters from your mom. I believe you told her your new address since after three months they stopped.” he broke the silence.

“I haven’t, actually. We had a pretty big fight so these letters are probably the payment amount.”

“Oh, shit. So this time you’ve been alone? I know that your mom is the only family you have.” he still remembers. He still knows you the best.

“Yeah, well that’s it. No big deal, really.” you half smiled.

“Do you remember why we agreed to split up?” he finally spoke his mind out. “You considered this thing we had being too much, and you being too much for me. I considered that I hadn’t enough time to show my love for you between the acting, photoshoots and all those crazy stuff going on in my life.”

“We spent some crazy, busy years together!” you laughed.

“But were the most beautiful years. I miss the ‘always on the run’ life. I miss you.”

“Yeah, I know what you’re saying. I miss you too, a lot. I thought I managed to fall out of love with you, but I guess I just got used to your absence.”

“Please don’t try to fall out of love. Because I tried to love you less and that remembered me why I love you in the first place. So all I could do was to love you more than before if that is possible.”

“Yeah, but it’s over, as both of us wished.” you shrug, taking a sip from the coffee you ordered.

“And now, knowing how it’s like to live after you, I wish to take it back. Do you think it’s possible?” his hand shyly touched yours.

“No, we can’t change the past. But we can build a future and if you want, we can have a second chance to fix things.” you accepted his hand and crossed your fingers with his.

“This is all I want.”

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dyke-remy · 3 years

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Live And Let Die, part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to have seen a single James Bond movie to understand the story, trust me

Tw: Mentions of past transphobia. Descriptions of a dead body like right away, jump to the 3rd paragraph if you wanna skip that

Picani's body sat lifeless against the bed. His eyelids were still open but his eyes had rolled back into his skull. Parts of his shirt had turned red from blood.

The most gruesome part was his neck though. large chunks of meat and skin were missing, leaving only a bloody mess of nerves and bone. It looked as if someone had bitten down into it. It was an inhumanly large bite.

Remy stared at him with wide eyes. They'd seen dozens of dead bodies and yet tears pressed on. Remus lowered his gun for a moment and was about to reach out to hug them but stopped himself. They didn't have to time for comfort until the job was over for the day.

Instead he hunched down next to the body and inspected the gaping wound. "I think Jaws might have done this" He said after a while.

All Remy could get out as a response was a quiet sniffle and a nod.

Jaws had become an infamous killer among the MI6. He had single handedly murdered more agents than anyone else. If 005 and Picani was to be counted his total of murdered agents were 6 and that was only after at most 3 years of being a threat. Since most of the people who'd seen him was now dead all they knew was that he had a tall muscular, nearly inhumane stature and of course his teeth. His sharp metal teeth. Similar to a shark's. His usual murder method was biting chunks out of his victim's neck before letting them slowly die.

Remus could pick up Picani's corpse with ease. It hung limp in his arms. It was best to get it back to the MI6 so he could get a proper burial. He looked up and saw Remy stare at him with wide panicked eyes. They moved their finger up to their lips.

He stopped and listened. There was a ticking...a ticking...a...a bomb! He looked at Picani's body and in horror realized there was a bomb strapped to his back. A bomb that had began to count down when he moved it.

He dropped picani's body instantly. He instead heaved Remy up into his arms before dashing to the closest window. He shielded them from the glass as he jumped out. Right as the ticking stopped and an explosion went off.

He felt heat against his cheek as he fell down into the snow a story below. When he looked up all that was left of the hotel room was fire. His breathing was quick and his thought blurry. Boards and burning bedsheets were falling down around him. Glass pieces had pierced his skin.

"Guards- They have definitely noticed that. That guy wasn't there to like actually guard the place. He was there to make sure no one found Picani or to see Who would try to find him. There must be others. He must have told them by now" Remy heaved out in one big realization. They met their husband's eyes "Babe we gotta go"

They tried to stand up in the snow but fell down again because of their high heels. They let out a few swears words while taking off their shoes. Remus looked around for a quick escape route. To his luck the hotel guest's skiis were stored in a shed a few meters away from them. With a swift kick the wood door fell down. He took on a pair of skii boots while Remy stood guard.

His spouse quietly tapped on his shoulder. In the distance voices could be heard. Remus motioned for them to take a pair of boots as well but they shook their head. There was no time.

Remus gave them his gun before getting on the skiis. Remy wrapped their legs around his waist and held their arms around his shoulders. He was looking forward while they were keeping an eye on the back with the gun ready in their hand. The guards became visible from the side of the hotel. A shot was fired.

"Go!" Remy commanded.

With one quick motion they shot down into the steep hill. Trees blew by as he maneuvered across the thick snow. The guards weren't far away, they'd also found skiis.

Remy saw in a haze how a bullet blew past them just a few inches away. They tried to steady their hand enough to shoot back but it was all far too shaky and far too dark. They looked around and caught eye on a part of the mountain where the trees were even closer together.

"Babe! To your right!" They said quickly.

Remus nodded while turning. The trees were so close together he had to hold his arms against his chest to not run into anything. It forced everyone to slow down slightly, including the guards. Remy leaned their hand against their husband's shoulder and shot. The bullet landed right in one of the guard's thighs making him fall over.

Right as they were about to fire another shot Remus knocked into a tree and one of his skiis stuck. It made him go into a half circle before the skii fell off and he was left going backwards down the hill with only one skii on.

In a panic he grabbed on a tree and forced himself to turn around again. He flailed his free leg around to try and keep his balance. Remy teared off a loose branch from a tree and threw it at the guards before shooting anywhere and everywhere at them while they were busy trying not to get hit by the branch.

Left was a few guards. The trees disappeared and they came out into a wide patch of nothing but snow. Remus felt a bullet whine past his arm. He did an abrupt turn to give Remy a clearer shot. The snow became red from blood as another guard fell down.

He spotted a steeper part of the moutain and drove to it. When he got closer he realized it was a cliff. Far down he could spot a barn.

He heard bullets pass by him as he drove up to it. He tried to get as much speed as possible before diving off the cliff. While falling he kicked his skii off and took Remy into his arms. He hoped the snow would dampen his fall.

There was a loud crack as he collapsed down into the ground, it was probably one of his bones breaking again. Remy didn't give him a chance to breathe. They stood up and forced him over to the barn. The roof hid them from the guards seeing them.

"We gotta get outta here. Who knows if there's some otha way down here" Remy said while breathing heavily "Y'know otha than the ridiculously dangerous way you just took"

"Hey at least I took the fall instead of you!" Remus pointed out.

"That doesn't make it better! You still like probs got hurt"

The adrenaline rush from the chase started to wear off and Remy realized just how cold it was. They only had the dress and some tights on. They were so cold their skin ached. Remus noticed and took off his blazer, he laid it around their shoulders instead.

Remus stood up and promptly picked up his spouse bridal style since they definitely couldn't walk in the snow without shoes unless they wanted to freeze to death. He moved his bracelet so two specific parts connected. A quiet sound could be heard as the communicator in the bracelet activated.

"Q?" He asked.

It took a while and he repeated it a few more times before he got a reponse "I expect this to be important because I had to pause the documentary I was watching to answer" Q, also known as Logan answered.

"0012 is dead" Remus stated bluntly. Remy winced "But I can report more on that later. We need a warm and safe place to stay before our fingers freeze into bloody ice cream. We're-" He looked around at road signs "2 miles outside Reznekne"

"Excuse me a minute......There. A room has been booked under the name Juris Benzins for you. I have requested that the temperature would be heightened. I'll send you the adress"

"Thanks Q!"

"You're welcome, as always. Call me if you need anything more. Don't die because that would force me to fill out much more paperwork than I want to"

The call ended. Now all that was left was walking. Walking and walking. The snow kept coming down.

Remus noticed how his spouse was shuddering like a leaf in his arms. They were visibly close to falling asleep because of how freezing cold they were. Their skin had turned even paler than usual, almost looking blueish.

(He ignored how cold he was. Ignored how weak his body felt. Ignored his shirt getting spots of red from blood. It wasn't important. Making sure Remy was okay was the only thing that mattered)

"Hey babe" He lightly tapped their cheek "Stay awake. We'll be at the hotel soon. You can tell me your top 3 worst missions you've been on"

"You've...you've heard it before" They mumbled out.

"I just wanna hear my fav dork talk. I'll get anxious about carrying a corpse otherwise"

"Mhmm. Third worst...that mission..you were so stupid..and got so...so hurt. I neva wanna see you...that bloody..and beaten"

"Aww that's cute. I thought the bloody look fit me"

"Neva....second...second worst...we infiltrated that like the the beach place. having no choose but to disguise and...tuck-..horrible..more painful than....than like being shot" They let out a shaking breathe as a cold breeze blew by "Worst..worst...worst mission...easy...easy it...that time I" They grimaced "I had to seduce a lady to..to get...get her to to tell me a like code to stop a missile...Me and women neva go together"

Remus couldn't help but laugh.

"Girl dont laugh at m...my misery. I'mma be a dead- a corpse soon"

"I'm sawry. It's just so stupid that anyone would ever think you're straight"

"Shut up....you got like 3...3 pairs of rainbow thigh highs so you...you aint one to talk"

The conversation came to a halt as they got to the hotel. The receptionist looked shocked as they entered. Who could blame her, they came in in a nice suit and a dress without any jacket while it was heavily snowing outside. She handed them the keys while barely saying anything.

Remy was still shuddering as they were carried into the room. Their lips and nails had turned purple. Remus carefully sat them down on the bed and wrapped all the blankets around them. He made sure they were still awake before going to fill up the bath. While the water ran he searched the entire room for cameras or listening devices. It was an instinct at this point.

With a few stumbling steps Remy got up and tried to get to the bath before collapsing onto their knees. Remus helped them up and gently assisted them with undressing so they could get in.

"When we get home I'm buying nothing except for giant cheeseburgers so you can get some godamn fat on your body to heat you up" Remus grumbled.

"I can like super get behind that" They replied. They closed their eyes and leaned back into the water. "Babe you should warm youself up too"

"I just need to make sure no one can get into the hotel room first an-"

They opened one of their eyes and gave him the look™️ "Babe"

Remus nodded. He grimaced as he took his shirt off, fully revealing the pieces of glass that had pierced into his skin when he jumped out the window. It was painful to get in the water.

Remy got a worried look on their face while inspecting his wounds. They cupped his cheek "We gotta take care of that"

He took their hands and intertwined their fingers instead "Later. Once we've warmed up" He gave them a long and tender kiss "You look so pretty"

"Gurl my makeup is running the fuck off. I'm looking like my skin is melting"

"Skin melting can be hot!" Remus exclaimed with a big grin.

Remy rolled their eyes. They cuddled closer against his chest and wrapped their arms around his waist "Stupid self sacrificing idiot" They mumbled with affection in their voice but their smile quickly disappeared.

Their eyes slowly got filled with rage as they stared out into nothing. Their voice turned cold as they nearly growled out "I'll find Jaws. I'll find him and hurt him over and over until he is begging me to kill him. I'll make him suffer for murdering Emile"

9 Years Ago

Lucia had spent the morning just like she spent most mornings, looking for cans and bottles she could use to make a few bucks. It was early December and the lake in the middle of the city had frozen to ice. She would go ice skating if she owned any pair of skates.

She caught eye on a bottle someone had dropped carelessly on the ground and hurried to pick it up and put it in her backpack. When she looked up again she noticed a small figure cowering right between 2 storefronts. Between the walls of the buildings a tiny inwards part was left, just enough to shield a person from the harsh wind.

At further looking she realized it was a teenager. A teenager dressed in nothing but a pair of worn out jeans, shirt and a light jacket. They could be 15 at most. Lucia had always been known as the parent friend so of course when she saw a shivering child she couldn't stop herself from walking up to them.

"Hiya kiddo" She greeted "I'm Lucia. Lucia Marinez"

The person didn't even look at her. They moved their legs closer to their chest to make themself as small as possible. Lucia hunched down in front of them and nearly let out a gasp when she saw their face.

There was a black eye around their right eye. Bruises continued down onto their cheek. Their lip was cracked and dried blood had dribbled down onto their chin.

"Oh dear" She mumbled to herself "I can get you some water to clean the blood up? Or help you get back home? If you have somewhere to go I mean"

No response.

"Okay well I know a place you can stay if you want. I can show you if you'd come with me"

They shook their head.

"That's good, you shouldn't follow strangers to random places. But I'm a good stranger I promise" Lucia wanted to facepalm over how stupid she was sounding. She fumbled around in her pockets "Here I got 3 dollars, take that at least"

She nearly forced the money into the teenager's hands. She let out a quick goodbye before getting up. To her surprise the kid started to follow her as she walked away. They kept their distance but was staring at her with wide vacant eyes the entire way.

It took 30 minutes until they got to the place Lucia was currently living at: under a bridge together with her 3 friends. She turned towards the teenager and put on a smile while doing jazz hands.

"Welcome!" She pointed at a short woman with long curly hair "This is Fray, she's nice" She pointed at her other friend, a lanky one with tired eyes "This is Róse. And last but not least" She pointed at a woman with oversized clothes and a kind smile "This is Lucy. She's my girlfriend. It was her idea to match our names when we choose them" Lucia still blushed when she thought about it.

The stranger still didn't say anything. Lucia's friends got excited and wondered who the hell they were. The attention only made the kid shut themself off even more. Though they accepted the sleeping bag and food the group offered them. (It was Lucia's sleeping bag so she and Lucy started to share one).

2 days went by. The teenager mostly stayed in their sleeping bag. They didn't sleep, didn't talk even though everyone in the group tried to start conversations with them, barely even ate. Fray thought they acted like a grumpy kitten.

It was past 1 am when Lucia noticed the kid shuddering even though they'd crawled into the sleeping bag. Everyone else was asleep so she went over to them. She took off her jacket and laid it over them. They flinched and looked up at her with scared eyes.

"Sorry kiddo. Did I wake you?"

They shook their head and sat up. After a moment of hesitation they put on the jacket. Lucia sat down next to them. It was quiet for a few moments.

"You do have a name right?" She asked "It's okay if you don't. I went without one for a few months before I met Lucy"

No reponse.

"You can vent about why you're here if you want to. I've been told that my shoulder is amazing to cry on"

Lucia looked at the teenager. The bruises were still there. She just wanted them to be able to trust her, she just wanted them to feel safe.

".....I used to be married before I became homeless" She confessed "Me and my ex-wife were planning on having children and I was so excited. It was just...just...I was close to crying every time someone talked about me becoming a dad. It made me realize I had never wanted to be a dad at all or anything like it. We'd been married for 5 years I thought my ex-wife would accept me but as soon as I told her I was trans she turned so...so...cold. She didn't even let me pack my bags before throwing me out"

For the first time the stranger was actually meeting her eyes. Not just staring at her as if she would tear them apart. They'd never met another trans person before.

"i-i was thinking about maybe the name r-remy?" They nearly whispered out "it's a pun on rem sleep...since..i...i'm not good at like sleeping"

Lucia chuckled "Aww that's a great name"

Remy looked away again. They held onto the fabric of their pants so hard their knuckles whitened "it was my fault i was thrown out. i was stupid"

"Oh honey it could never be your fault" Lucia assured.

"it was. i'd bought a trans pride pin. it was so small i thought i would be able to hide it but-" Tears were pressing on in their eyes "i came home from school and my mom had cleaned my room and she found it and my dad was at work i-i will never know how he would have reacted and-"

They choked on their own words. A tear rolled down their cheek. Lucia was about to ask if they were allowed to hug them when Remy buried himself against her chest and held onto her shirt as if their life depended on. The tears had turned into muffled sobbing, as if they couldn't physically hold it back anymore. She wrapped her arms around them and mumbled sweet words into their hair.

"s-she wouldn't stop yelling. she said she didn't w-want me as her child anymore. she would rather see me dead than that i w-would be- i would be-"

Lucia combed her fingers through their hair to comfort them "She was wrong. There is not a single chance she would have ever been right in what she did" Remy looked up at her. She wiped a few of their tears away as they sniffled.

"i-it wasnt the first time- she always- she would- there was always something wrong with me- i was never what she wanted an-and she just kept h-h-hurtin- i must be so h-horrible to have to deal with"

"Dear you didn't deserve any of it. You never did....I...I think that you would be lovely to have as a child" She cupped their cheeks and sent them a small smile "How about we look for a trans pin to replace your old one tomorrow?"

They wanted to say yes but instead "i'm not trans like you are- i- i don't- i want- i use they/them"

"Kiddo me and the other 3 are all old trans hags. I am 99% sure none of us will mind whatever pronouns you use. So then it is planned. We won't stop our search until you get yourself a nice trans pin"

Remy couldn't respond. They were too choked up on another wave of tears, but tears of relief this time. They sobbed into the hug again. Their bruises still hurt but for the first time they actually felt at home.

7 Years Ago

"-So y'know I panicked and like ran and it wasn't until like 4 days later I realized he'd probs been meaning to give me his number" Remy concluded.

Róse chuckled at the story. The enby was sitting right in front of her so she could cut their hair. She'd wanted to be a hairdressed for a while now anyway but she hadn't been able to get any work. Not having an adress made it a hundred times harder to get employed.

The two of them were having one of their 'Guy talks' since they were the only two in the group who liked guys. The other 3 were all useless lesbians. Todays talk had mostly been Remy flusteringly rambling about some cute guy with a mustache they'd met who'd made them realize that their new type was apparently guys with msuatches.

"Thanks mom" They said while running their hand through their new haircut.

"No prob hun"

Remy quickly got up and got ready. It was their day to go out and look for bottles and other things that could help them survive. Right before they could leave Lucia grabbed them by their arm.

"Remember kiddo: no alcohol or drugs. You're not 18 just yet. And don't break any laws again! No stealing!"

"I know mom. You don't have to tell me every time"

"Don't accept any jobs from anyone. Not even 1 time things" Fray added on.

Remy nodded while walking away "I got it mom"

"And no intercourse you heathen!" Róse exclaimed.

They pretended like they didn't hear that one as they turned the corner. They immediately decided to head to the fancier part of town. The part where the police would probably force them away if they dared to even sleep in one of the parks.

Remy loved looking into all of the windows of the expensive stores. They daydreamed about owning fancy clothing and buying a house for their moms. They wanted to be makeup artist or costume designer or both. They wanted to reform people into new shapes.

They stopped by a window and stared at the luxurious makeup products. They made a mental note to try and steal something later. Fray's birthday was coming up and they wanted to give her something nice. None of them had the money to transition in any way so makeup or clothes was the best they could get.

They let themself disappear into the crowd of people on the street while looking for someone to steal from. They spotted a man walking next to a bit shorter man while holding in a baby stroller. Remy walked past them while looking in the other direction. They let their hand trail down into one of the men's pocket and quickly grab what felt like a wallet.

With the wallet hidden under their shirt they began to walk in the other direction. They fell into the crowd but sped up their step while looking for a quick exit route. There was a small alley which they quickly went into.

It'd been a good one. The wallet was filled to the brim with money. They took it out and hid it under their shirt while putting the actual wallet in their pocket.

Remy was too busy with happiness over the money to notice the shadow coming up behind them. Before they knew it a hand had grabbed their shoulder and forced them around. An arm slammed them back first against the wall. It was the man they'd stolen from. His cold yellow eyes seemed to stare into their soul.

They were severely underweight and malnourished so it was easy for the stranger to hold them still. He could probably break their bones with ease, like a toothpick.

Remy threw the wallet in his face. He lightened his grip for a moment because of surprise. They took their chance and shoved him away. They heaved themself up on the trashbin standing beside them and jumped so they grabbed onto the railing of an old rusty fire escape stair case. They landed on the stair case and made a run for it up toward the roof. They'd almost gotten halfway up when they heard a click from behind them.

"This is simply a suggestion but I think you should stop" The stranger said.

He was holding a gun. It was pointing right at Remy. Their heart was beating out of their chest as they moved their shaking hand to take the money out from under their shirt. They threw it down at the stranger who caught it midair. Still he kept pointing the gun at them.

"P-please you'll never see me again after this I promise" They stuttered out "I'm sorry but I-I'll disappear and-d ne-never cause trouble again"

"Get down here, and don't try to run" The man commanded.

It felt like their legs would give out under them as they quickly went down the stairs. They kept their hands over their head "I-I have a family"

"Good for you" The stranger replied druly. He motioned for them get closer.

Tears formed in their eye as the gun only was a few inches away from their chest "P-please" They cried out "If I die- I-I- they're no-not my birth parents- i-if I die no one wi-ill tell them. They won't k-know what happened. P-please take me to th-the police or so-omething instead. Do-o-on't please don't k-kill me"

The stranger's eyes stayed cold and uncaring even as they begged. He lowered the gun and shifted it so he was holding it by the barrel and handing over the magazine part to Remy. He pointed at a specific part of it "Is this point red?"

"N-no"

"Why do you think that is?" Before Remy could answer he continued "The safety trigger is on. Right now I am unable to fire. Besides"

He took off the magazine and showed the inside. It was empty. No bullets. He moved his hand down to his pants pocket and took out a bullet. He loaded the gun in a matter of seconds.

"Now I can hurt you" He said "But I won't"

He handed the gun over to Remy who held it lightly in their shaking hands. Their gaze flickered between the thing in their hands and the stranger. A small smile played on the stranger's lips.

"It took me a while until I realized you'd stolen from me. That's impressive"

He held out his hand. Remy didn't shake it.

"Please call me M. Though most call me Deceit" He sent them a warm smile "And you are?"

"Why would I tell you that?" They hissed out while taking a step back.

"That is a great attitude! So I would be very pleased if you would accompany me for dinner so we could talk about your new job. You can keep the gun by the way. Hell shoot me if you're feeling like you're in danger"

Deceit grabbed their wrist and pulled them with him as he walked out of the alley "Job?? Dinner? Wha- I- Weren't you taking me to the cops or something???" Remy sputtered out.

"Oh honey" Deceit moved his arm around their shoulder. He smiled as he whispered to them "If you accept my offer you will be above the cops"

#not countdown #live and let die #sanders sides #remus sanders #ts remus #ts remy #remy sanders #logan sanders #emile picani #intrusleep #resleep #remsleep #rem^2 #thomas sanders #please feel free to reblog if you like it

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jtsfavslut · 4 years

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Part 2 of Heather, it’s soooo good 👀

STOPPPPPP BROO IM FINNA CRY BUT HERE YOU GO MAMAS 🥺

PART ONE

This sucks ass, like it’s embarrassing but if I make a Part 3 it’ll be better I-💀

It’s been 5 years since you left New Jersey.

Saying you missed it was a lie. Saying you missed the people was an understatement.

Five years, and you still wonder how Grayson reacted to your letter.

When you first moved you got a cute loft apartment in downtown LA, which is still your current apartment.

It took you about a month to get used to the LA life, but you quickly got used to the postsmate and Uber eats life.

The only thing that you know about them is that they live in LA too, and only because you over heard people talking about it at Starbucks.

Apparently he and Ethan are famous now. Which if good for them you thought.

You on the other hand, finished high school online, and just graduated from UCLA with a literature major and photography degree , and you just got an email saying you had an interview at Vogue Magazine tomorrow.

You instantly got up from your bed as a few happy tears trailed down your face, even if it’s just an interview you felt highly accomplished because they only do 10 interviews a year, so this was your only chance.

You walked over to your closet, to pick an outfit for tomorrow. You spent a good 20 minutes trying to pick out the perfect outfit since it was a fashion magazine after all.

You decided on some plaid dress pants, a black shirt that would expose a bit, but not a lot of your chest, and would be tucked in, a matching jacket that was the same pattern as the pants and you would pick accessories and a hairstyle tomorrow.

(This is her outfit because I love putting pictures of clothes when I speak about them since people on Wattpad love it so much. You better love this fit cuz it screams “men suck ass and woman are powerful)

Not having any contact with any close people from Jersey or any friends in general, you celebrated and shared your joy by yourself (lowkey how I’m going to be because I hate my family and I’m antisocial in rl💀)

You nearly placed your outfit on a chair that you had at the corner of your room, and picked out an oversized tee, and a pair of clean underwear and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

You did all your businesses, and went on your computer searching up interview tip, before falling asleep.

The next morning you woke up around 6AM since your interview was at 7:45.

You took a quick shower getting dressed into the outfit you picked yesterday and styled your hair as usual, making you just straighten it.

Time was quickly passing by and it was already 7AM, so you decided to just buy breakfast and not be late.

You arrived at the Vogue building at 7:35 and quickly walked in to be greeted by the desk lady.

“Hi, My names Y/N Y/L/N, I have an interview with Mr.Styles today,” you sweetly told her and she just smiled at you. (YES ITS FUCKING HARRY STYLES)

“7:45 correct?” She asked and you nodded your head.

“I’m going to send you right up, take the elevator to the 10th floor, and it should be the last door in your left,” she said, you thanked her and walked away.

When the elevator’s doors opened up to the correct floor you couldn’t help but feel intimidated and anxious.

This was your first interview for a company this big, and you didn’t want to blow it.

With nerves shaking up your entire body, you knocked on his door and walked in when you heard a faint ‘come in’.

“You must be Y/N,” said the guy who must be Mr.Styles.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr.Styles,” you replied as he shook your head and gestured you to take a seat.

“Please call me Harry, The mr makes me feel old,” he said which made you chuckle and nod your head.

“Now tell me why I should hire you Y/N,” he asked.

“Well, I believe I meet the certain requirements to be a writer for Vogue, not only for my major in English literature, but because I have passion for writing and it’s my behest fashion, and I have a love for fashion too,” you said trying to sound as confident as you should, but not stuck up either.

“Good. I see that you’re also a photographer,” he spoke as he read a paper, which you assumed was your application.

“Yeah, photography is another passion of mine,” you smiled.

“Well, I believe you have what we’re looking for, you lack experience but I believe that over time you’ll get the hang of the job. This is a very serious job Y/N, it has its perks but you have to work hard. And I believe you can do that,” he said while smiling.

“That means your hired, you’ll start tomorrow. Since you’re a photographer aswell, I want you to have a photo shoot and interview the person, is that alright with you?” he asked making you nod your head.

“I’m more than alright thank you so much.” You said happily and proud of yourself.

“Good, I’ll send email you all the informations, and who you’ll be having an interview with, all I know is that he has millions of fan girls so I’ll be carful with that. Now you go have a great rest of your day, because once you start you’ll be too busy” he said diving some stuff.

With a thank you, you left the building and made your way home.

You finally felt like you achieved something and we’re definitely proud of yourself.

When you got home, you filled up your tub, with some bath salt and all that relaxing stuff since Harry said you’ll get a few relaxation days.

Not that it bothered you because you were used to being stressed and working under pressure.

You finished that day off, by watching some Netflix and went to sleep early, making sure to set an alarm up to not miss your first day.

The next morning you were woken up by the alarm, the excitement of this being your first day radiating off your body.

You jumped in the shower, to get refreshed and got our choosing to wear a pair of cream colored Dickies, a white top, a pair of white platform docs and some layered necklaces and sunglasses.

You picked up your phone, opening the email app to see the information your boss sent you, he only sent you the adress and the time you should be there.

You left your house, stopping at Starbucks to get an ice latte and made your way to the place, it was at some studio that you never heard off before, and it was a couple of minutes away from where you lived.

When you arrived you looked around from inside and let Harry know that you were there.

‘Just walk right in, it’s one of our buildings, he’ll be there in a couple of minutes I’ll call you when he’s there. Good luck,’ he replied, you sent a thumbs up emojis (what am I even writing tbh) and got out your car walking in.

The place seemed sketchy from the outside, but it was an entire different story inside.

Walking around you noticed it hadd different back drops, and a back room.

You walked to the bathroom to set your stuff up, and get ready.

After a few minutes your phone started ringing with a call from Harry.

“Hello,” You softly spoke holding the phone with your shoulder as your hands worked with the camera making sure all the frames and setting were right.

“Hey Y/N, he’s there so go open the door for him. This is your first day and I believe in you, so have fun,” he sweetly spoke making you smile.

“Ok, thank you so much, I’ll talk to you soon,” you said your goodbyes, hung up the phone and went to open the door.

“Hi, im Y/N nice to meet-” you said opening the door before realizing who was infront if you.

“Grayson,” you whispered as you saw him in the flesh standing right in front of you with a hurt expression on his face.

Like I said before this sucked straight up ass and like it's disgusting but ehhh

#anais’s asks #anon #ethangrant #grayson dolan #graysonbailey #ethan dolan #grayson x reader #graysonsmut #dolan twins #dolan fandom #dolansmut

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chappedandfadedvds · 4 years

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Nov 11th, Wednesday 19:48

Van der Heijden.

It took a minute for Lucas to ring him in with the brief words „second floor“ coming from the tiny speaker above the door bell. It was a fairly small building in a neighboorhood Jens usually wasn’t in. Hence why it took him a bit longer to find the right street.

He had texted Lucas immediately that he was a bit late and never recieved a reply. Fair enough. The adress and a time was all Lucas had provided him with this afternoon after Jens had encouraged himself to text the dutch boy.

The door was already open and Lucas stood in it’s frame watching him.

„Hi.“ Jens greeted, taking two steps at once to get to him faster. He wanted to kiss him so bad, for days now, but hold back, pretty sure it wasn’t called for at the moment.

„Hey.“ Lucas said once Jens came to a stop infront of him.

They looked at each other, standing there akward and silent, when Jens nodded over the boy’s shoulder into the flat behind him.

„Can I come in to talk?“ He asked seeing Lucas biting his lip in contemplation. Apparently he decided it was alright with him, as he stepped aside for Jens to enter. They were pretty close. The hallway, if it could be called one, was tiny, just enough space to hold a small shelf and a hanger for jackets. It lead into a one-room apartment it looked like, where Lucas vanished into, as Jens took of his shoes and jacket.

Okay there was a small bedroom to the left, he now could see as the door stood open. But the livingroom was perhaps a little bigger than his room with a small integrated kitchen unit at one end. It resembled more a student dorm than an actual family home.

„So?“ Lucas asked, his arms crossed infront of him, definitely waiting for Jens to explain himself.

„Right, so I really was on my way to you, but my mom must have fallen asleep after lunch. And then the teacher called, so I had to go pick up Lotte from piano class, after she had waited for someone to come for her for over an hour. She was crying so bad, seriously heartbreaking, that I kinda forgot about the time and my plans with you. I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to worry you or stand you up. Honestly! I jus..“ He rambled on fast and loud at Lucas who had trouble to follow him.

„Oh fuck you, Jens!“ He was told off by Lucas throwing up his arms and groaning, his hand running through his hair, before he continued: „I wanted to be mad at you. You can’t tell me that Lotte is the reason. How can I be pissed at you now?“

„Apparently you can.“ Jens joked, smirking lightly but pressed his lips tight shut after seeing Lucas’s expression. Wrong time for a joke, he guessed.

„Then why didn’t you text me yesterday?“

„I only saw your messages after you were done and went home. You told me to not contact you.“ Jens explained shrugging his shoulders. What else was he supposed to have done?

Lucas took a deep breath after that, looking to his left out of the window. A small grin appeared on his lips as he spoke: „I didn’t really mean that.“

„Oh my god.“ Jens laughed relieved, burying his head in his hands as he shook his head. He had thought it would be easier with a boy somehow. „Alright, next time I’ll call you right away, no matter what.“

„You should.“ Lucas agreed, sighing tiredly but still smiling, his pretty blue eyes back focusing on Jens.

„Then I’m forgiven already?“ Jens dared to ask.

„I won’t forget about it this fast, but if you never do that again to me, then yes.“

„Very gracious of you, Mr. Van der Heijden.“ Jens said, walking up towards Lucas, his hands falling onto the sides of the boys face, before kissing him, like he had wished he could have done yesterday already.

Lucas practically melted into him, as his arms slung around Jens’s back, deepening the kiss. They stood like this for a while, busy feeling the other boy close and eager lips exploring the other’s neck and face.

With a heavy breath Jens leaned his head on Lucas’s shoulder, swaying them lightly left to right.

„You live with your mom, right? When will she be home?“ Jens asked, listening to Lucas sighing in return.

„She is home only every four days. And that means she won’t be here until... saturday.“ Lucas explained, suddenly feeling a bit more distant, even though the two boys couldn’t be closer at this moment.

„Okay, do you want me to cook for you? We also only ever talk about our friends. I know close to nothing about you. I think we should change that. Over dinner?“ Jens suggested whispering lowly, pecking another kiss, just right below Lucas’s ear. The boy trembled under him. Jens loved it.

„Alright.“ Lucas replied weakly, as they both decidedly took a step back. They still had the whole evening to get back to it. Also an empty flat, which was absolutely fine with Jens.

„You could also stay over...“ Lucas said, tilting his head with a smirk appearing on his lips, that Jens would certainly read as implication heavy. Fuck what wouldn’t he give to say yes. For some odd miracle, as he wasn’t sure how to decline the boy’s request, Lucas hit his forehead before he apologised.

„Right. Lotte. Thursday. You have to get her to school, right? Sorry, didn’t think about that. Another time then. It’s fine.“

Okay, how fast was too fast to tell someone you loved them?

Because Jens was pretty sure, he just felt these words forming in his mind, and they’ve known each other for less than a month, barely two weeks. It was most definitely too soon, but he couldn’t help it. The mere realisation that Lucas had considered him and his resbonsibilities regarding his sister, hit him hard.

On top of that he also had freed Jens of having to reject the boy’s offer, thus he just kissed Lucas again, deep and long and full of complicated emotions for him.

„Thank you.“ He mumbled against the opened lips of Lucas, before really putting some distance between them, leaving the dutch boy looking flushed red and breathless.

„I don’t know for what, but you are very much welcome. Do that just again. Anytime really.“ Lucas grinned up at him, his blush on his cheeks still bright and in stark contrast to his blue eyes, that Jens stared at.

„Alright, let’s check what you have in your fridge, before all I’m gonna eat is not actually nutrious.“ He winked confidently at Lucas, just for the sheer fun of seeing the boy watch him overwhelmed by his words. Not that he actually expected this evening to go anywhere near down that path. But a curious eighteen year old boy could hope.

„Spinach. Well that’s a good start.“ Jens said, more to himself, still it tore Lucas out of his trance and made the boy join him in the kitchen area, if one may can call it that.

„I think we also have some noodles somewhere, no potatoes I’m afraid. Not the biggest cook here.“

„That’s why you have moi. Can you grab me a pot and a pan, and an onion? I’ve got a plan.“

There wasn’t enough space really to move around freely, leaving them to brush elbows and knees and shoulders against each other frequently. Or maybe that’s just what they wanted. Lucas was never more than an armlength away, his face always close enough to peck a kiss here and there.

Jens almost had forgotten how great the beginning of being in love felt.

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#week 3 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapped and faded #in this house we talk #no weeks of misunderstanding

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captainelsaeverdeen · 4 years

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I like me better when I’m with you ~Part 2.

There’s so little Steve in this, but he’ll be in the next parts all. the. time! And yeah, I named the coach after Troy Bolton from HSM. I can totally imagine him as a strict PE teacher if his music career didn't work out... Anyways, hope you guys will like it! Gif not mine.

summary: based on ‘To All The Boys I Loved Before’. Y/N Henderson used to be in love a couple of times. This time she’s sure it’s something bigger, something serious. Her love for Jonathan Byers is unlimited, untamed and endless. At least she thought so. Read Part 1 here.

That kiss.

Steve couldn't concentrate. Why now, after all this time? From what he remembered the last time you guys talked, he was about your brother's age. Your contact was limited to a short "hello" in the hallway and waving at each other in town. Nothing else.

He kissed you because Carol couldn't shut up. He remembered perfectly well how his dad let him sit behind the wheel of his car and little Steve invited to Y/N, Carol and Tommy, his best friends so far. Carol made fun of Y/N all day because she had never been kissed before. There is nothing wrong with that, but little Y/N was so embarrassed that Steve did what he thought was right. He leaned out of the driver's seat and gently kissed the little girl's mouth so that Carol could choke on her chewing gum for once.

Only a year later, Y/N realized that Tommy and Carol were not the people she wanted to deal with. She thought they were egotistical, mean, and idiots enjoying others' failures. And she was right. Steve didn't understand that until now. Too bad he figured it out too late.

“Dude, what's going on? Focus before Billy kicks our ass even more, come on!” His teammate hit him on the shoulder. Steve twisted his head and wiped out all the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah, Steve. Concentrate. We don't want anything to happen to you" Billy said sarcastically. It doesn’t matter why she sent the letter. You can't play with someone's feelings. He wanted to explain it as gently as he could and maybe he did. He didn't find out because Y/N ran away as soon as Jonathan got on the field.

But why she was scared of Jonathan Byers?

“Girl, come on” Robin sighed, leaning her hands on her school locker. You sat down on the floor and pulled your knees up to your chest, holding them with your hands to keep them from shaking. You wanted to cry, scream, vomit, or do it all at once. Steve got a letter. Your letter. It didn't belong to him, it belonged to you. Although it was addressed to him, your thoughts, your feelings were there. He should never have read it. Not to mention Jonathan. “Please, I'm starting to worry. What the hell did he tell you?”

“Robin...” Your voice broke down when you tried to speak. “He... he got a letter”. “What letter?” Your friend pushed herself away from the locker. “From who? What was in it?”

“From me” You said, raising your head a little. The corridor was empty because everyone was in class. Only an angry coach could show up here at any time. You clenched your fingers so tightly on your shirt that your ankles got whacked. “But please promise me you won't laugh”.

“I don't feel like laughing. But I feel like I'm way too sober for this”. “I... you know I'm not good at talking about my feelings. It's much easier for me to write about them. So... so when I really care about someone, I write a letter to that person. I confess my love, I say what I like about that person and how much I care about them... and that's it. I put the envelope on and hide the letter in the room. It's just that... someone sent them. Somebody had to, because Steve and Jonathan got theirs.”

Robin was quiet for a while. She bit her lower lip, started going back and forth around the hallway, removing nail polish until she stopped next to you. “Normally, I'd probably say something funny, but it's not funny at all”. “I think I'm gonna throw up” you said quietly. Robin gathered your hair into a ponytail. “Calm down” she said and sat next to you on the dirty floor. “Just take a deep breath”.

“Take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out” you said devastated. “How many letters did you write?” Robin asked. You showed her five fingers. “Do I know the others?”. “One of them goes to school with us. I don't have any contact with the other two” you answered. “I can understand absolutely everything, but... Steve? Stephen Harrington? When was that? Why don't I know anything about it?”.

“So long ago we didn't know each other” you smiled at each other. “In seventh grade. I was friends with him... and with Tommy and Carol. But those two are assholes, and I realized that early on, so I stopped hanging out with them. Steve gave up our friendship for the sake of friendship with Tommy and Carol. We don't talk from now on. But it used to be different”.

“Y/N, you in there?” someone asked, suddenly showing up in the hallway. You knew that voice. You didn't remember exactly from where, but it was definitely familiar, the name of its owner was at the end of your tongue.

“We're in the middle of something” Robin muttered when Stanley from the homecoming who should be in class now stood over you, his sneakers were squealing on the linoleum. He just stood there for a while and stared at you until he started rocking on his feet and waved in front of his face with a blue envelope. Robin whistled loudly.

“So this is the third one” she muttered. Stanley scratched himself in the back of the neck. “Look, I didn't mean to barge in on you. I saw you run in here from the pitch, and I wanted to make sure you're okay, and, uh...” he gave you an envelope. You took it carefully in your hands, and pressed it against your chest. “Thought you might want that back. It seemed a little personal”.

“Yeah, it is” you said, looking away from him and Robin. Your heart was beating in your chest, not wanting to calm down. “I wrote it years ago. It should never have reached you... but it did”. “I had a lot of fun that night too” the boy smiled. Robin raised her eyebrow. “At the homecoming. But... Y/N don't get me wrong, you're great, but... generally, I don't like girls... like at all”.

“Well, well. Generally I don't like boys, like, at all” Robin smiled fiercely. Stanley looked at her surprised, but in this positive sense. “You're gonna get along with each other” you waved the envelope, afraid you'd faint without air. “Here's what we gonna do” Robin turned around, still sitting with her legs crossed and grabbed your hands. “You're gonna go back home and make sure Dustin has nothing to do with it. Search your room carefully, maybe the other two are still there”.

“Even if, those three could ruin my life the most. No offense” you said, and Stan raised his hands. “Dustin certainly didn't do it. That's not possible. He wouldn't have a reason”. “You think so. You never know. Go and call me. I'll cover for you.”

“From Coach Bolton? He'll never forgive you this” Stan grumbled dissatisfied. “Thank you, Stanley. That comment was completely unnecessary” Robin rolled her eyes. Everything seemed to be passing at an accelerated rate. Staying in the dressing room, coming home on a bike, as if time had decided to help you and let you go home as soon as possible. Mom was already inside, just like Dustin. You ran up the stairs so fast that you stepped on Mews' tail and she was furious.

“Y/N! What’s the meaning of this, you didn't see her or what?!” mom was screaming completly outrageous, but you didn't listen to her. You fell into the room, stopped on the bed and took the vinyl off the shelf.

It was empty.

You looked under the bed, under the desk and under the dresser. Shit, you even looked under the carpet and pillows. Nothing. Nothing at all.

“You took anything out of my room?” you asked when you went into Dustin's room. “Why would I?” your brother break away from his homework for a while “I'm not getting excited about your bras”.

“When the last time party was here, or whoever was in my room?” you asked. Dustin didn't answer, so you ripped his math notebook from him. “Yes or no?” “Jesus Christ” Dustin rolled his eyes. “I don't know. I don't control them. I just let Max in. They were messing with Lucas and he poured hot chocolate on her shirt. I said she could take something of yours, so I gave her a little privacy. But she already gave it back. It's in the laundry basket.”

“It's not about the stupid shirt...” you just shut up, left the room and went back to yours. “Hey... Hey! What is it? You don't think she stole something...” your brother's voice was jammed by the sound of the door closing. You slammed it a little too much. You slid slowly to the ground, pushing your back against the wall.

The letters are out. They're out. There's nothing you can do about it. Happiness in misery, Chris's letter was adressed to the bunks at the camp, so at least he'll never know how cute he looked in his swimsuit.

“You got the letter” Dustin knocked slowly into your room, but you didn't say anything. “It's from... from some Ralph. From Florida. Mom says the chicken will be ready soon”.

And he slipped a brown envelope through a gap under the door. Ralph's not Steve, Stan, or Jonathan, so his answer probably wouldn't have caused any emotion, but your heart literally stopped beating when you reached for the letter. But it wasn't an answer. Ralph just sent your letter back. No message, no comment. He just returned something that never belonged to him.

You hid your face in your hands, trying to calm down. Today you managed to escape from Jonathan, which was great, but you can't do it forever, not every day until the end of school. Sooner or later you will have to talk to him. If not with him, you'll have to talk with Nancy. What if he told her? What if she already knows and now she hates you with all her heart?

Dear Jonathan. There are songs you can't listen to without thinking about a particular person. There are movies where the characters experience something so wonderful that you'd like to be in their place. And there are people you just can't fall in love with. I think I found one.

Shut up. Don't think about it. Call Robin. Tell her the situation is looking hopeless and lock yourself in your room for the rest of your life. When you got up to grab the phone, when the tears were squeezing into your eyes because it was all fucking unrealistic, mom screamed from the living room.

"Y/N! Jonathan is waiting for you downstairs! Come say hi!"

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#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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kirishwima · 4 years

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Can I request underage mc telling the rfa members, Saeran and V that the reason why she went to the apartment was because she was homeless and had nowhere else to go? (Platonic of course) I know you did a request with a 17 year old mc awhile back so it’s fine if you don’t do this. Thanks!!

heyo! sorry this took a while to get to, but i hope you’ll like it regardless ^^

YOOSUNG:

* When MC tells the RFA how she ended up in Rika’s apartment, he’s shocked

* He’s never even considered that MC, so bright and cheerful online, could be going through such a hardship

* Still, he feels as if Rika’s spirit somehow guided MC to that apartment, to give her a chance to start anew and have a place to stay

* Well, he’s not wrong per say...

* He’ll always be checking up on MC, asking her if she ate and if not if she wants him to cook something for her-even if he can’t go directly to the apartment they can at least meet nearby so he can bring her lunch!

* He’s nurturing by nature, even if he gets childish at times, so he’ll always worry over MC, even if he often jokes around with her since they’re the closest in age

* He’ll absoloutely help her find a part-time job and permanent residence if she needs to, and will even offer for her to room with him if she’s comfortable!

ZEN:

* He’s shocked but also the most empathetic out of them all-after all he also went through similar situations as MC at her age

* He’ll try and not talk too much about her predicament, knowing how uncomfortable it can get, but he’ll constantly discreetly check in with her-asking if she’s alright, if she wants to talk about anything, tells her that if anyone ever gives her any trouble they’ll have to go through him

* He’ll happily offer to take her up as an assistant if she’s up for it

* Eventually he too would open up about his own situation when he was young, reassuring her that she’s not alone and now, with the RFA, she’s not only found a home, but a family too.

JAEHEE:

* She’s also surprised, but keeps her composure, and never pesters MC with questions about her life.

* Instead she’s thankful that MC ended up in the RFA, knowing what dangers there are out there for a young girl like her

* She also assumes a nurturing role, constantly asking MC if she’s settled alright in the apartment, if she’s eating well e.t.c

* If MC isn’t at school, she’ll absoloutely try to help her get to school, and even help her find plans that can help her get into university-she never wants to see a girl as bright as MC be denied the chance to higher education, not when she can do something about it

* She’d love to meet up with MC and chat over coffee-it’d be like having a little sister!

* All in all, she’s happy MC found them, no matter what the circumstances that led her to the RFA may be

JUMIN:

* He’s...confused

* All his life he’s been lecturing on the virtues of family bonds, so to find out MC is alone in the world, and that coming to Rika’s apartment was a last resort for her confuses him greatly.

* On the one hand, he’s happy MC found the RFA, and has now found a place to stay. On the other, he feels dissatisfied somehow-like he needs to do something to help MC, but he’s not sure what

* He’ll definitely offer to get her an apartment of her own, so she won’t have to stay at Rika’s anymore after the party-he’ll offer to help pay for her tuitions if she wants to enter univeristy, or even offer a position in C&R once he sees her hard work on the party. Yet still, it feels like something’s missing

* He realises what that is after a few successful parties, ones that took place after MC became a part of the RFA. He sees MC laughing about one meme or another with Luciel and Yoosung, how Jaehee nags at them all as Zen tries to diffuse the situation, and he realises-what was missing was a family. He’s glad MC has one now.

SEVEN:

* He figured it out soon after digging up MC’s background history and finding nothing on her after the age of 16-he simply put two and two together, saw the lack of current adress and realiseed just how MC ended up in Rika’s apartment.

* He doesn’t mention it whatsoever in the messenger-not until MC mentions it herself at least. People are entitled to their secrets after all, he would know

* He’ll feel empathy towards MC, remembering the hell he’d been through when he was 17, but he’s also secretly envious of her-how instead of ending up how he did, she was lucky enough to stumble upon the RFA, to be able to make friends and even a family that can help put her back up on her feet

* He casts that envy aside though-what’s done with him is done, and now he gets to see someone, a friend, grow into a healthy adult, one that doesn’t have to hide in darkness like he does, and he’s sincerly happy for it

* He’ll offer MC to move in to his place until she can get a place of her own, unless she wants to stay at Rika’s after it all-if she does, he’ll of course make the apartment as safe as possible for normal living, and even help her decorate it to make it feel more homely

* He’s glad RFA gained yet another family member, really

* He’s also one of the first to know, as Seven immediatly let him know what’s up after his background research.

* V’s heartbroken, wondering just why Rika would recruit a child in her ranks-was it out of kindness, or are the motives far more manipulative than that?

* Either way, he vows he’ll take care of MC, and gladly welcomes her in the RFA

* He takes on an almost paternal role-he’s seen more frequently online in the RFA chatrooms, chatting with MC and trying to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible, that she’s eating healthy and taking care of herself

* He’ll absoloutely recommend she stay at Rika’s apartment, or at the very least he’ll help her find a place of her own, along with a path she wants to follow-be it academic or not

* He’d also love to teach her photography-she’d have the privy on going on roadtrips with V to take nature shots, and he’d be the most patient teacher, lending her his favorite lens to take photos, and helping her edit them afterwards

* If she’s up for it, he’d love to make her his apprentice, especially with how his eyesight deteriorated-he’d be happy if someone would want to continue his work when he’ll be unable to.

SAERAN:

* Like Seven, he also remembers what he’d been through at 17, how dark his life was, all the way up until MC helped him out.

* He often wonders if he chose MC as his target because of how her background reminded him of his own-but he shook the thought away, trying to focus on the now-now that he’s better, healthier, and has a new friend to thank for that.

* He wants to help MC as much as he can, even though he oftentimes feels helpless-he never finished shcool, and he doesn’t want to teach her the horrible act of hacking.

* Instead, he’ll suggest if she wants to live together with him and Seven, at least until she can find a place of her own if she wants to-and if she agrees, then he’d love to learn about botanology with her

* He’ll spend hours in the garden, planting trees and flowers and reading up on the care they need, asking MC to help him out with it-he finds gardening to be a healing hobby, and he’s happy to share this joy and path to recovery with MC.

* He’s almost like a big brother, and he takes big pride in that-he was always the one to be protected, and now, he gets to be the protector instead.

I’m sorry these were a little short aaa ;;

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon/scenario for the characters to react to!-

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slur/slər/

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verb

1.speak (words or speech) indistinctly so that the sounds run into one another."he was slurring his words like a drunk"Similar:mumblespeak unclearlygarblestumble overstammermisarticulateOpposite:enunciate

2.MUSICperform (a group of two or more notes) legato."I can play it if I don't slur the notes"

noun

1.an insinuation or allegation about someone that is likely to insult them or damage their reputation."the comments were a slur on the staff"Similar:insultslightslanderslanderous statementlibellibelous statementmisrepresentationdefamationaspersioncalumnysmearallegationimputationinsinuationinnuendo

2.an act of speaking indistinctly so that sounds or words run into one another or a tendency to speak in such a way."there was a mean slur in his voice"

So I’ve gotten in trouble for daring to mention the N word when asking about a black girl who commanded her white sub to call her by the N word that ends with the letter A. which is a variant of the one that ends with er. So I’m bring in some facts for everyone. and I’ll merely link t o the dictionary description for the original down below.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Negro

Here is the vidio with a Black girl tickling a White Girl as her lee. She was basicly upset wit the White girl. Now the black girl treated the N word like it’s some kind of badge of honor and wanted the White girl to call her that. Apparently I’m atacked for trying to even dare say the word. I can understand callingsomeone that being bad but now it’s like we’re treating the word like Voldimort, he who should not be named.......I just now discovered the video has been taken down. Well just great. just when I had an example it’s taken down. Whatever it was Black girl dominating a white girl being mad at her about something. Now the white girl did get cheeky and call her the B word which got her tickled worse, that’s what you get when you insult your ler and I think she deserved that.

But with the info I have atleast provided you all, with while slur can be an insult it’s usualy running a word together. The Origanal term meant Dark Skinned. Nothing degrading there, the more infamous one came from the portigese and spanish and apparently became more used instead as a means of respect....I don’t know who they were trying to respect because obviosly no one feels respected being called that, even though it literaly just means the same thing. Guess I will have to look deeper into the history of this. Because so far now, We got the classic neatral which I think we need to just need to push for making it neutral, because I feel it’s only an insult because it became bastardized over time which is the second more commonly recongised reaction, then there’s being an honory black where only blacks get to use it and your only allowed to use it if your given the blessing of the black community. That’s like me saying you can’t call me white because of what the Barbary pirates did. Ok it’s more understandable with the word slave I guess because that’s literaly a slur for Slav who used to be slaves to the Ottomons and other people once upon a time and before that term became world wide there was other words for a slave. Slasve is a very modern term and meant different things in history and so there are even translations that even kind of miss us the word. Trying understand what people meant when making the recordings helps us to retranslate what they truely meant. and then you got the 4th use of the N word which apparently has the word promoted to a master role?

So how does the N word work as a neutral term for Blacks, an insult one instance, a friend or equal the next instance and master and superior in the next?! How can I call you a master with an insult or Insult you with a compliment? and then don’t get me started on the new white rule that whites can’t even utter the word from their lips even if they aren’t calling anyone or referring to anyone by the word.... Just Grade stupidity right there. I understand it has it’s awful history and I’m not trying to make light of it, rather I simply want to just de bastardized a word that was once common and once had no insulting meaning. If you remove the sting of a word it no longer has power over you. Now it seems it’s become an entitled word. You know what I call it? I confusing word! There is literally no other word that bounces back and forth between insult and compliment and neutral, and permitted and tabooed without warning or control than the N word/ The N word is utterly chaotic and disruptive and it’s being used to create even more division now not simply as an insult but as a taboo word! There are alot of taboo words but you literally have one right here that is upsetting to not only culture but even language itself!

You know what I think? 2 wrongs don’t make a right and a word that only one race can use and just easily change it’s meaning like that is not justified. It doesn’t heal the wounds of the past. I hate that I am having to address this word again, just one post is all I should ever have to post and I have a right to make such posts. I have a right to address the issue.

So why am I talking about it again? Well since I was accused of using a slur in the other post rather than continue to deny it I recalled what a slur is supposed to be in the first place. That’s why I went on Google and posted the definition in this post. As you can see the term slur while can be involved in insulting someone it seems to be more involved with words mashing together or being said wrong. I won’t bother saying the original word and it’s many different slurred terms, I’ll just mention that you got versions that end in O, er and a. Now given that the word technical has been said differently over time and there’s both not only a negative slur but even a slur that’s treated more positively it’ technically is a slurr. So yeah I guess by that Logic I still used a Slur. fine caught me red handed. HOWEVER. What makes the word evil is when it’s used as an insult and I didn’t. However Telling me I can’t even adress the issue behind the word that I can’t even say neutrally IS JUST AS EVIL Because 2 wrongs don’t make a right. Here I am trying to resolve a problem and people are atacking me for daring to use the word. Well a broken clock can ring once or twice correctly a day but just because you could argue that I was using a slur doesn’t make you right about me. Because I think it would of made more since to atack me for using the word to insult someone. However I didn’t use the word to refer to anyone let alone black people in general. I was talking about a black girl but she was calling herself that AND WANTING A WHITE GIRL TO CALL HER THAT. Yet I didn’t call her that but I did repeat what she said. That’s not the same thing though. Now if Anyone of the Black community was in fact insulted by that post if you saw it, then I’m SORRY IF IT PUT A BAD TASTE in your mouth but please know I wasn’t trying to put anyone down. I was just curios about the Black girl’s use of the word. Her use of the word confuses me and I think it helps fix the problem to address it and negotiate about it rather than lay down some segregationally rule. Because that rule is Hypocritical and it will domino effect into something as evil as what happened in the past. You can’t right a wrong with another wrong and ignorance and taboos don’t fix anything. So I don’t apologies for speaking my mind but I do want people to know I do care about your feelings but sometimes I can’t make promises. and it’s not fair to me if I can’t express my own concerns and curiosity because I have to worry about walking on egg shells.

To be honest I didn’t even like addressing the word in that post but I’m not going to delete it either. That would seem like surrendering to a stereotype of who I am and what haters want to make of me plus it would seem cowardly. I made my bed and so I will sleep in it. I knew the point I was trying to make, and I knew I didn’t mean no ill intent. Plus if I get rid of it I have nothing to show myself why stuff happened in the first place. So I will be keeping that post around, both because people actually like it looks like and for me it’s a teaching platform. Someone tried to trip me up and I’ve made mistakes of erasing posts before and it never helps in big arguments. So deleting posts won’t solve anything if you know for a fact what you meant. If anything the hater’s arguments actually kind of help this case even more and only prove just how big a deal this actually is. It also seems to teach me just because people attack you doesn’t mean you throw in the towel, doesn’t mean you just get mad and scream back at them either. I mean I’m still expressing my emotion on the issue but I’m also bothering to looks stuff up so I can reproach the argument. The thing is their arguement is the word is a slur so I shouldn’t say it. No that’s a terrible excuse, because slurr just means to say a word wrong and say it as a different word. So now I’m challenging not even the meaning of the N word but the meaning of the Word Slur. Thank goodness I can at least say SLUR ^^ that’s how much a headache this is I can’t even say the other word it’s so maddening! I mean I can say it no one’s really stopping me from saying the N word...I just don’t want to say it! Yes I would get harrassed for saying it in another post but the thing is I’m gonna be harrased anyways so it makes no big differance. But anyways just because it’s a slur does that realy make it bad when a slur is technically just a mispronounced word? and when I’m just talking about the word and it’s history about how it used to be neutral back when it wasn’t controversial does it even count as an insult then? like if you were tak about the word cracker and how people come to use that in reference to white people but your not constantly using it to deliberately speak negatively of white people then is it an insult then? Not only that but by this definition is even Cracker realy a slur? It’s being missused but is that a slur? I suppose you could argue that a slur is a word used to speak negativly of a a person but that’s only if you are doing that directly. In otherwords it would directly mean an direct insult. But when I used it I wasn’t being direct so it doesn’t count. So If I was talking about the term cracker well I’m intentionally referring to whites as such just on how they are refered to as such by certain people. But if I’m not using it directly as the word for them and not contently calling them that, then I’m not using a direct insult. A controversial word maybe but not a direct insult. and since Cracker isn’t a miss pronunciation of another word, it’s not a slur in that since either. The original N word is not a slur because it’s not misspronounced it simply has bad press. and until it becomes more excepted as neutral again I will keep to my promise that I will not be using it again in future posts..if I can help it. The original word is technically viewable by the link much to my discomfort but I will not take responsibility for the word being uncencored by links. Now Gigmig technical is a slur since it’s mispronounced version of Giggle Milkee as I merged the 2 words together. However Gigmig may be a slur but it’s not controversal. hehe well I mean the topic is controversial to hates I suppose but not the the Gigmigs themselves. To be honest though I invented the term Giggle Milkee trying to come up with terms for White lee or ticklish White. It doesn’t have to emply to slave, however most of the Giggle Milkees in my band don’t seem to mind the idea of being tickle slaves themselves. Infact it’s rather popular to them. But I do understand not all people are big about that, So that’s why Gigmig actualy has a neutral meaning, by default it means ticklish white person or White lee tickled by other races. It can be used for slaves but that doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s inherently more neutral in that it can involve concential tickling as well as concential, it can be used towards a perceaved equal or towards someone seen as property. However I don’t see it ever being used to describe a superior in any form. Giggle Milkees are never masters, only equals or less. What do you expect their lees when is the lee ever the one in control? when your the one being tickled your either putting your trust in the tickler or your at their mercy.

Anyways guys I hope to never have to address the N word again I realy hate that topic, but I’m also stubborn ;p and not ashamed. But I would appreciate other people tackling this issue more from my perspective and helping in the cause to weaken the the power the N word has so all sides can be free. As for me I just want to move on and have fun with my fellow Gigmigs and fun with future grabber friends or future Grabber masters~ Also to would be Grabbers I am trying to find a word for ticklers of whites who are white. Grabbers technically emply you capture people and that’s the only thing bothering me realy. Some suggest new term words for diverse ticklers who tickle whites or anything involving this them would be appreciated. Or just let me know if your ok with the term Grabber and how it comes to be used according to lore and what other additional Alternatives you would suggest being used along with the term Grabber or in it’s stead. I got a few ideals myself for giggle Milkees and grabbers but I’ll save those for another post. I’m getting tired this note is to long as is and I just to move on.

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