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elliesbiatch · 1 year

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Trapped pt. 2

Ellie x fem reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, angst, fingering, fisting, oral, squirting, rough, sadism/masochism, slight knife/ gun play, cursing, degrading language, basically just absolute FILTH lmk if I forgot anything.

Notes: kinda proofread :) word count: 2k

Reblogs/comments/likes are appreciated 🤍

Fuck. Why am I here? Am I that desperate for her touch that I’ve come all the way out here. I had woken during the night with an uncontrollable need for the auburn haired girl that had fucked me a few weeks ago. The minute she waltzed out the door, leaving me on the desk, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Yes she was rough and scary but she was so fucking sexy- and I needed her. Even if that was a risky thing to do. I had come back to the building it all happened in- in hopes I would see her patrolling around the area, but nothing.

I sat over at the window to watch out to see if I can spot her. I’m starting to grow impatient- she surely lives around here or something but where? I furrow my eyebrows in thought- she wanted me to come back for more surely. I Stand up and look around the room for clues as to where she could be. I groan as I find nothing. I glance over to the other side of the room to the desk. I walk over and try open the drawer but it’s locked. Shit. I scramble around the room in search for the key but I find nothing. I sigh before opening a little cabinet to see a hammer. Bingo. I bring it over to the desk and begin to hit it. Sorry desk . I slam the heavy tool down onto the desk a few more times.

I’m literally so pathetic doing all this. The desk falls into pieces beneath me and out floats a piece of paper. I pick it up and begin to read it ‘You want more don’t you - meet me here at sunrise in 3 weeks’ it read. I bit my lip and quickly done the calculations. That was in a couple hours. I internally celebrate before shoving the paper into my back pocket. I should probably hide somewhere and wait for her- I still don’t know what her real intentions are. What if her plan was to really kill me this time. I gather my stuff and get comfy in the closet at the back of the room. I have my gun in hand ready for her.

A couple hours pass and I can barely keep my eyes open. The room starts to brighten as I look out of the crack in the closet. It’s sunrise where the fuck is she? Maybe she wasn’t coming. A horrible dread begins to brew in my stomach. Why did I care if she came or not? I open the closet door quietly and tip toe over to the door so I can catch her off guard if she emerges. About 15 minutes pass and I nearly give up when I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. That’s gotta be her. Butterflies erupt as I grip my gun harder. “You here?” She coos as I see her shadow get closer to the door.

I quickly turn around the door frame and see her beautiful face again. “Fuck wh-“ she begins as I hold the gun to her. She slowly lifts her hands up in defence. She didn’t have a weapon ready? She lunges forward unexpectedly to try and grab my gun but I manage to push her to the floor. “Hey what the fuck do you think you’re going” she growls as I hold the gun to her temple. “Get up- give me your bag” I instruct. She giggles before doing as I say. “Fine- now what pretty girl” she smirks. “Turn around” I tell her as she raises her eyebrows and says a quick ‘ok’.

I quickly grab the metal handcuffs from my back pocket and slam them onto her wrists. I grab her arm and twist her around to face me. “Kinky” she smirks. “What?-Are you in charge this time or something ?” She asks as she comes closer to me. Fuck she looked so good. “Sit there- I’m gonna take your jeans off” I tell her. She scoots herself up onto one of the desks that was still intact. “I see you came back- got my letter…I knew you were a desperate slut” she says as I pull her jeans and underwear off. I hum and look in awe at her pussy. “So perfect” I mutter under my breathe. “Huh?” She asks. “Nothing”.

I lean down and kiss her inner thigh before biting down on it. She hisses and I smirk. I was gonna fuck her so good. “That hurt” she snaps. I begin to rub over the bite mark- looking up at her. “Don’t lie- you wanted me again too- that’s why you left the letter” I mumble as I creep closer to her wet cunt. I make an ‘o’ shape with my mouth and blow cold air on her pussy making her take in a shaky breath. “No- I was coming to see if you were that needy you had to come back for more” she lies. I hum before aggressively sucking on her throbbing clit. “F-Fuck” she shrieks at the sudden feeling of pleasure.

I suck harder and every once in a while I stiffen my tongue to draw circles on her clit. “You’re fucking dripping” I mutter into her core. “Getting my face all messy” I smirk as her sweet moans fill the room. God- I had imagined this moment so much ever since I last tasted her. She was so delicious. “You gonna cum for me you slut” I ask as her head falls back and her chest rises up and down. “Y-yeah” she breathes and I smirk pulling away. “W-what the F-fuck” she groans as I stand up. “Why the fuck did you do that you bitch” she shrieks. She looks so fucking desperate right now- I bet she’d do anything to cum. “Stay there” I mutter going over to get something from my bag. “Or what” she mutters. “Well- you can run off if you want but then I won’t be able to make you cum” I tell her and she bites down on her lip.

I bring my pocket knife over and lightly trace it down her chest. She’s wearing only a white tank top. I need to see her perfect tits. Her breath hitches as I bring the knife back to the collar of her top. “What are y-“ she starts before I cut down the middle of her top- leaving her chest bare. “Hey I liked this top” she spits. “I like it better off” I mutter before leaning down and taking her nipple in my mouth. She moans and watches as I swirl my tongue around her sensitive bud. “Mmmm that feels so fucking good” she groans as I continue to suck. I bring my two fingers down to her wet cunt and push them in.

Her hips rock slightly against my hand. My pussy starts to ache looking at her. “M-more” she mumbles. “Fuck- you’re greedy aren’t you whore” I groan as she moans loudly. I slip in two more fingers into her pussy and she shrieks. “Is that too much for your little tight pussy” I mutter into her tits. She shakes her head and I continue pumping four of my fingers into her. “Oh shit- that feels so good” she screams as I pick up the pace. “Mmm I’m fucking stretching you out” I moan as she looks down to see me inside her. “You’re such a slut” I groan as she tries to slam herself onto my fingers more.

“You want more baby? You want my fist in your sloppy cunt” I ask. I lean up closer to her face- she tries to speak but my fingers are giving her too much pleasure. “Tell me bitch- you want my fist huh?” I shout at her. “Fuck give me your fist please stretch me out” she manages to scream back. “Your wish is my command” I giggle before sliding my thumb into her too. “Oh shit” she shrieks- tears welling in her green eyes. “Is this too much for you to take?” I groan as her juices coat my fist more and more. “You’re so fucking wet that my fist is sliding in so easily” I groan in awe as her pussy grips and takes me in so easily.

“You got fisted before didn’t you whore? Your slutty cunt got stretched out by someone’s fist before didn’t it?” I coo as she bites hard down on her lip- drawing blood. “You’re such a mess right now” I groan as she takes my fist with ease. The squelching noises fill the room as-well as her pornographic moans. “Harder” she screams as I feel her clench around my fist. “You really want me to destroy you” I groan. I do as she wants and begin to fist her harder. I begin to take it out before slamming it back into her over and over again. Her lower abdomen slightly bulges with every hit.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum” she screams. “Cum on my fist” I scream as she tightens around me- her legs shake and she squirts onto my arm. “Fuck YEAH JUST LIKE THAT” she screams. I slip my fist out of her and wipe her juices into my jeans. “I’m never washing these” I mutter but she can’t hear me as her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath. She lays flat on the desk as I begin to take off my jeans and underwear. “You gonna clean me up now ? Like a good girl ?” I ask and she props herself up on her elbows. She nods quickly and I smile “good slut”.

I climb up on the desk and position my hips above her sweaty face. She hums before I lower myself on to her face. “Yeah clean me up baby” I moan as eats me out. “Such a good slut for me” I mutter as she swirls her tongue around my clit. I look down at her as she watches me enjoy myself - her green eyes filled with lust as she begins to suck on my throbbing clit. “Fuck- seeing you take my fist made me so wet” I moan. She hums into me as I begin to grind my pussy up and down. “I like being in control of you- you’re such a good listener” I breathe as she sticks her stiff tongue into me.

She slips it in and out of me and I feel the knot form in my belly. “Fuck baby just like that- reward me for making you squirt” I moan. She takes her tongue out of my wet hole and sucks on my clit again. “You gonna cum for me?” She mutters into me sending a vibration through me. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” I scream as the knot snaps and I release onto her pretty face. I ride it out on her face. “Fuck- your pretty mouth works so good” I pant as I climb off her. I calm my breathing as I get up to put my clothes back on and go to pick my bag up.

She’s still laying on the desk- cunt destroyed- and my juices coating her mouth. “Hey wait” she Leans up. “What?” I ask - about to leave. “Un-cuff me bitch” she says with her eyebrows raised. “Oh shit- nearly forgot” I giggle and walk back over to her. “They fucking hurt” she hisses. “So did the rope” I smirk- rubbing over my wrists. She rolls her eyes as I grab the key from my pocket. I sit her up and grab her wrists and begin to put the key in the hole. “Or maybe I should leave you here like this? Let someone find you- then they’ll know how much of a sex hungry whore you are” I grin. “Fucking open them you bitch” she spits and I laugh while taking them off. “Anyways I gotta go back now” I mumble. “Are we gonna meet again” she asks getting up. “We’ll see” I smirk before leaving the room. Of course I’ll see her again ? This girl has a sexual chokehold on me.

Requests are open because I really don’t have any more ideas rn lmao😫🤍

#ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie williams #lesbian smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie the last of us #tlou

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chainmailchalamet · 1 year

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lucky

Timothee X Black Enby Reader

tags: NSFW, possessiveness, lil bit of sugar daddy kink, breath play, D/S dynamics

***

sometimes he gets in these moods — there’s no cause, really. it just kind of happens sometimes.

he’s good to you, always. charming and boyish and sweet. devotional, almost — he’s got money to spend, and he’s not shy about spending it on you. not because you haven’t got it, but because he likes to give. maybe he just grew up with enough to share and now he’s got even more, and he doesn’t think twice about taking you out to get your nails done and buying your groceries and paying for your hair. you’ll run your hands over your scalp, petting the new growth sprouting up in fluffy coils from your cornrows, and he’ll glance up at you with this knowing look — and mysteriously, the next day there’s a notification from your bank, a few hundred dollars with a note “not sure how much you need for your braids, lemme know if this covers it - t x”.

at first it was hard to accept — because you’re prideful, and private, and you have a hard time looking to other people for support. it’s the way you were raised, and he knows this about you — he met you like this. you met him at a photoshoot you were styling, and he ran his eyes over you, took you in with this open appreciation — flirted with you, spoke soft and intentional about what he was comfortable with, said thank you every time you pulled a new look for him, held your eyes when you adjusted the lapels of a tom ford jacket that fit like sin across his shoulders. you expected him to ask for your number when the shoot wrapped up, but he didn’t. you just got a text later that night. short and sweet — hey. this is timothee — i got your contact from the call sheet, i had to rush out and didn’t get a chance to say goodbye properly. if it’s okay with you, i’d really like to see you again x

that was a couple weeks ago — after a first date that included dinner at a thai spot in brooklyn, dancing at your favorite afrobeat club — his hands on your hips, matching your rhythm the best he could, pulling you in closer when you twirled around and rolled your hips back against him, shivering as he spoke into your neck.

“you don’t know what you do to me”, he said, with this quiet intensity that made you wonder just what it is that you did to him. “so show me”, you said, basking in the warmth of his desire. it was so easy to let him turn you around, to let him press a kiss to the space between your neck and shoulder, to breathe “please”, when he asked “can i kiss you?”.

it was so easy to let him rest his hand on the back of your neck and kiss you deep, to tilt him by his jaw and let him lick deeper into you. so easy to take him home and lay back on your bed and spread your legs and let him kiss you there too. he was giving — right from the start. he put your hands in his hair and kissed your clit, looked up at you and said “whatever you want, you can have whatever you want”.

that’s his baseline — at first you thought it was just some kind of simpering selfless streak. you know men like that, who will just open themselves up and let you take your fill and do so without complaint. you like that, in a way. to feel completely in control, to know you can kick them out when you’re done and they’ll just throw their clothes on and ask when they can see you again — and he was that man, mostly.

but with timothee, there’s something else. he can be boyish, and sweet. stuttering and goofy, shy and doting. giving, always giving — but sometimes he will let something else slip from inside him, something hungry and selfish and sharp. you see it the first time when he shows up to your apartment with brunch (because he’s a firm believer in thin slivers of salmon and avacado on thick seeded bread, in orange juice so fresh it comes in a glass bottle that you have to finish in one day because that’s when it tastes the best), and catches you scrolling through depop with a scrunch between your eyes.

“what’s wrong?” he asks.

you hesitate, at first, because then you’ll have to admit. “there’s a pair of boots…saw them on the last set, the marc jacobs collection — tryna find a good dupe for them”

he considers that. takes a sip of his drink, feeds you a bite of avacado from between his fingers, eyes flicking to your tongue as you take it from him. “how much are the boots?”

you roll your eyes. “expensive.”

“hm.” he says. “you want them?”

“i do…” you say, suspicious. he looks down at your phone, looks up at you, smiles.

“ok.”

***

he drops it for most of the day, and you almost forget about them. it’s hard not to, with the way he handles you — the way he holds you while you watch a movie, running his fingertips back and forth over your stomach underneath your sweater, the motion of it slow and sweet and distracting. you want him — you push back on him once, and then again halfway through the movie, and then again a couple minutes after that. you know he can feel it, you can feel the way he responds to you, the heat of him against your lower back, the way his breath hitches, but he doesn’t do anything. he doesn’t speed up the movement of his hands as they run over you, doesn’t let his touch travel up towards your chest or lower down to the edge of your shorts. he just kisses your neck, let’s the tip of his tongue trace a languid line up to your jaw, pulls you a little closer into him, and ignores you until the film is done.

as the credits roll your turn on the couch to face him and there, you can see your effect on him, his half lidded gaze, the way his eyes roam over your face, the blush in his cheeks — but he’s not giving you the look you’re expecting, the soft, open “take whatever you want” look that you’re used to from him. aside from the parts of himself that he cannot hide, the way his body betrays him, he looks utterly calm — he looks like he’s waiting for something.

“timothee…” you say.

“you really don’t know how to ask for why you want, do you?” he says. “wasn’t sure at first but — it’s like you don’t even know asking is an option…”

you pause — you weren’t expecting that. “huh?”

“it’s cute, kinda — what’s up with that, huh?” he smiles, mouth pulling back into a sharp little grin. “you don’t think I’ll give it to you?”

“I don’t need you to—“

“Is that what I asked you?”

you don’t know how to respond to that. you just look at him. he looks back, holds your eyes until you find yourself looking away, feeling the heat rise to your face, feeling the warmth pool low in your belly — at his voice, quiet yet firm. at the way he seems content to just watch you squirm. “You don’t need to do that for me,” you say.

“I know — but you know I’m gonna buy you the shoes, right?”

you shiver — you do know. “Timothee—“

“And you’re gonna take em, right?” He takes you by your chin, makes you look at him, shakes his head a little when you try to avoid eye contact. “Right?”

“Yeah.” You say.

“Mm, that’s good, you’re so good.”

Fuck. “Timothee, I —“

“And you’re gonna ask for what you want from now on, right?” His voice has gone darker, he hasn’t raised his volume but you hear him loud and clear, the question that really isn’t a question, the implication. You open your mouth to respond and all that comes out is this path of little whimper, and you realize that your head is completely fucking empty — he has talked you into slipping down into yourself, into something hazy and soft.

He puts his hand around your neck. “Here’s what you’re gonna do for me…” he says.

You whimper again. “Oh my fucking god.” You say, because — oh my fucking god. What the fuck.

“You’re gonna go into your room — are you listening to me?” He waits for a response, raises an eyebrow until you nod your head, presses a little kiss over his hand on your throat when you do. “Good, that’s good, knew you could be good — you’re gonna go into your room and sit on the bed and wait for me. And when I come in, you’re gonna ask me for what you want.”

“OK,” you breathe.

“Cuz you want me to fuck you, but you don’t know how to ask for it — but you’re gonna ask me to fuck you, right?”

“Baby—“

“You’re gonna tell me exactly how you want it, and I’m gonna give it you, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Good — glad we’re on the same page”. He grins at you, his hand is still on your throat, he looks at you some more, breathes out “god, I’m so fucking lucky”, presses one more kiss to your temple, and then let’s you go.

You stand up. He stands up. You wait — he rolls his eyes, gives you this fond, condescending look, pats your twice on the cheek (doesn’t miss the way you press your thighs together when he does, doesn’t comment on it either, just glances down and goes “hm”.), and walks away from you, packing the food away while you stand there and watch him.

When it’s clear that he’s not gonna say anything else, you turn and walk away — to your room, like he asked, to go sit and wait for him, like he asked.

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 1 year

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can i request a frank x transmasc reader where it’s just very fluffy and possibly frank calling the reader “baby boy” ?

Anything For You (Frank Iero x transmasc!reader)

Word count: 1893

Warnings: none it’s just nice n wholesome

AN: just saying, that video of Anthony calling Frank baby boy in Mexico has got me in a chokehold. Completely. I need someone to call me baby boy, like, right now.

The sound of the front door opening made Frank smile; that noise meant that his beloved (y/n) was finally home from work. And, to make things even better, he was off work for the next week. Frank had every intention of making the most of the time together, spending long mornings in bed and days watching terrible TV on the couch, visiting some friends they hadn’t seen in a while, going to the local animal shelter again to look at all the dogs (and quite possibly bring one back home with them). He even planned on taking his boyfriend out on a proper date; the last two months had been incredibly busy for both of them, often working on entirely opposite schedules, and they’d had very little opportunity to make a proper evening of things. The closest they had managed to get was a Chinese takeaway a couple of weeks ago. So he wanted to take him somewhere a bit fancy for dinner, maybe to the cinema as well, if there was anything good showing. He wanted an excuse to dress up nice and fancy - mostly because his partner looked like an absolute bombshell in a suit. While he had time to, he desperately wanted to show the love of his life just how much he appreciated him.

“Hey, gorgeous! How was it today?”

(y/n) didn’t answer, and he turned to look over the back of the couch, slightly concerned by the lack of reply. His boyfriend was leaning heavily against the wall, struggling to take his shoes off, and looked absolutely exhausted. Before Frank could ask anything else, he managed to kick his shoes to the side, wandering over and flopping face down into his lap, groaning softly.

“My brain hurts.”

Frank stroked his hair gently, humming soothingly. “Oh, baby boy. Do you feel ill, or just tired?”

“Just tired. Today was... long.”

“It’s okay now though, you’re all done. And you get a whole week where you don’t have to think about work.”

Nuzzling against his thigh, (y/n) smiled tiredly. “Yeah. Can’t wait to spend a whole seven days cuddling in bed with you.” He yawned, and his boyfriend poked his cheek.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep down there. You can’t be comfortable like that.”

“I am. You’re so soft and cosy. The best human pillow I could ever ask for.”

He could feel himself blushing at the compliment - even when half asleep, his darling boy was still able to make him feel like the most special person in the world. “Come on, at least get out of your uniform. There’s a load of laundry ready to go in so I can just add it to that, and you’ll be so much comfier in pyjamas. I’ll sort out everything.”

“I don’t have the energy to go all the way upstairs. Just wanna lay here with you.” He sighed, shifting to slide an arm behind Frank’s back. “Love you.”

“I know, handsome. I love you too. Could you sit up for a second?”

When he did, rubbing the aching muscles in the back of his neck, Frank got to his feet and picked him up, making sure he was secure in his arms. (y/n) wrapped his legs around his waist, sighing contentedly. “This might work.” He kissed at his boyfriend’s neck, exhausted.

“You do realise you’ll have to let go of me to get changed, right?” Frank couldn’t help but laugh at the little irritated whine he got in response as he carried the love of his life up the stairs, laughing harder at the sleepy glare he got when he put him down on the end of the bed. “Do you want me to help you get changed?”

“Please.”

“Anything for you, handsome.” He dug through his wardrobe for a moment, knowing that (y/n) very much preferred wearing his clothes to bed, and came back with a faded band shirt and soft checkered pyjama pants as he was undoing his shirt. Setting the worn clothes aside to add to the laundry pile, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of his lover reaching for the t-shirt while he still had the binder on. “Come on, baby boy, you know you aren’t meant to sleep in that. It’s not good for your ribs.”

He chewed at the inside of his lip. “Don’t wanna take it off.”

“I know.” He sat down, rubbing his back. “Would it help if I took it off for you? I’ll be as quick as I can, you won’t even have to look at yourself.”

Nodding, (y/n) let himself relax, allowing his arms to be moved like a rag doll as Frank carefully removed the restricting fabric from his body. He had to admit, not having the pressure on his ribs any more was quite nice, and it felt like he could breathe properly again. That didn’t stop a few negative thoughts crawling at the edges of his mind, but Frank was quick to tug the shirt over his head, kissing him tenderly to take his mind off things the moment it was covering him properly.

“That feel any better?”

“... okay, yeah. It does.”

“See, I know what I’m doing. Now, you wanna stay up here or head back downstairs?”

“Downstairs with you.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm. I’m a bit hungry, I didn’t get my last break so I haven’t eaten in a while.” At the look of concern on Frank’s face, he quickly reassured him. “I’m alright, I promise. Could just do with a snack, that’s all.”

Relaxing a little, he scooped him into his arms again so he wouldn’t have to walk and took him back downstairs, getting him comfy on the couch and tucking a blanket around his legs. He wanted to make sure he could take care of him as much as he possibly could. “So what can I get you? Water? Tea? I’m pretty sure we’ve still got some of that herbal tea you like. Or hot chocolate?”

(y/n) pouted, making grabby hands up at him. “Can’t I just cuddle with you?”

“You can, but not until you’ve eaten something.” Frank crossed his arms, and (y/n) knew he had little chance of talking him out of it. “So, toast?”

He sighed. “Do we have any bagels left? And, tea would be good.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do.” He grinned, glad that he’d given in. “Any requests on filling?”

“Hmm... you can surprise me.”

“Okay, coming right up.”

He disappeared into the kitchen, rambling on about his plans for the week ahead as (y/n) leant back against the cushions, his head heavy with the need to sleep. Every single one of his muscles were aching, but he felt so comfortable and warm now... sleep tugged at his eyelids, and for just a moment, he closed his eyes.

And then a hand landed on his left shoulder, shaking him gently. “Come on sweetheart, don’t go to sleep just yet. You need to eat first.”

“But I’m sleepy.” He huffed, grabbing at his waist again. “Just come and cuddle me, Frankie. Just for a little while. Please. I can eat when I wake up.”

“Do you promise me that you’ll let me feed you when you’re awake again?” Frank sounded stern, but there was a loving glimmer in his eyes that made (y/n) grin - he was winning him over.

“I swear. Hey, later I’ll probably be hungrier, and we can order proper food. We should get pizza.”

“Well, you know I can’t ever say no to pizza.” He grinned, sitting next to him and adjusting the blankets so they were both covered. “Come on. You win this time. Snuggle up.”

Stretching over to dim the lights, (y/n) flopped happily against his chest, wrapping his hands in his shirt and humming with satisfaction. Resting one hand on his back and the other against the back of his head, Frank leant down and kissed his exhausted partner’s forehead, smiling at the way his eyelids were already fluttering closed.

“I’ve got so many ideas for what we can do this week. I thought we could go see Mikey and his boyfriend, maybe get coffee together? I don’t know if that would qualify as a double date, but either way it would be fun. Oh, and I know you wanted to go back to the shelter, so we’re definitely doing that. I wonder if that Labrador is still there, you know the one that wags her tail every time she sees you?” He grinned, thinking back to the last time they’d visited. “Oh, she was a real cutie. Almost as adorable as you, baby boy. I swear, you’re the absolute king of puppy dog eyes. Every time you look at me like that, I just crumble - and you know it. Not that you need to, obviously I’d do anything for you, no persuasion needed. You’re the entire world to me. It’s just even more sweet when you do pull that look on me.”

He paused for a second, unsure of whether or not he was actually brave enough to say what he really wanted to. Fuck it, he thought. They’d been together long enough that it hopefully wouldn’t be a shock for him to hear it. Besides, he had every plan of actually asking that all important question on their date later in the week.

“I didn’t really think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you, you know? Like, you see romance on TV, and you read it in books, but it’s never like that in real life. Or maybe I just had sucky relationships as a teenager, I don’t know. But you... oh, you’re in a whole other league. There’s nobody else in the world who even comes close to you, and I don’t plan on letting go of you. You hear me? I wanna marry you. I’ll ask you properly soon, I promise, but I’m telling you right now. The thought of getting to introduce you to people as my husband is just... beautiful. And... you have never been this quiet before. Oh, of course.”

(y/n) was already asleep, snoring lightly.

“Well, I guess it’ll still be a surprise when I ask you later in the week, then. Sleep well, baby boy. I love you endlessly.”

#frank iero #frank iero x reader #transmasc reader #frank iero x transmasc reader #male reader #fanfic #fic #mcr #my chemical romance #drabble #oneshot #this is adorable i love it so much #someone call me baby boy pretty please

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butmakeitgayblog · 8 months

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Hey babe, first, wanted to let you know that it hasn’t stopped raining in my town you know since when? since you posted that midwestern Clexa fight, coincidence? Don’t think so 🤨

Second, been bombarded with that ops show too and I agree 100% with you, both in the copaganda aspect (they lost me at the mention of marine’s and middle east terrorism)and the thing about this new ships. I want to stop a moment in the answer you gave me a time ago about this wn comeback, so, even if they write them well (at first), never forget who’s behind these shows and suddenly this thing we haven’t heard about gets popular cos it has a wlw couple with amazing chemistry, they get increase in viewers so they explote it to promote their next season and then what? Sound familiar? We just can’t trust them anymore.

Third, I super totally agree with you on the Clexa lightning in a bottle. As one of the newer Clexa fans (next week will make one year since I saw the second season and told my sister “I’m sensing a little bit of the gay vibe in here, wonder who of the two will die”) I’ve seen already most of the shows one sees named in the conversation about wlw couples and let me tell you, only this one got me hooked both from the beggining and way long after its ending (hell it got me into tumblr and twitter, things I’ve never done before and I even bought a book about it “El legado de Lexa” to know more about this shitstorm her death caused). Whatever IT is, they have IT. I honestly prefer reading fics about them than get invested in a new show.

Fourth, do you really wouldn’t recommend Clexa to new fans? I mean, yeah we got hurt but they’re more than their sad story, they’re this whole community and I think that’s a beautiful thing. Personally? I wouldn’t recommend the loo but I’d tell them about Clexa warning them beforehand so they can decide for themselves? There’s this dialogue on a media fic comparing someone with a really good book that you can’t put down or let go, that even if it made you suffer and you know the ending, the feeling you got reading its unique and you just wanna keep back to it, and that’s this thing to me.

Finally, I love how you apologize beforehand if your opinion that you posted in your personal blog offends the people who asked for it and came to said blog willingly and with the intention to read it. You humble polite kiddo *pats you in the head affectionately*

Sorry about the long rant 😬, en resumen, this new show? not sure I’ll watch it, Clexa is the “el que no conoce a dios a cualquier santo le reza” of ships, I’m leaning more into the recommed Clexa side of things, we love you and your opinions.

And we need the reconciliation so the sun can come up in my town again.

There's a lot here 😅 not complaining tho!

Ok so the first real thing I gotta answer is about would I rec theloo and Clexa to people who haven't heard of it. My honest answer is would I rec Clexa fic? Yes. The show? Maybe, but it'd come with A Lot of caveats 🥴. Because the thing is, and I may be alone in this thinking idk, but I'm not really sure if someone can appreciate the entirely of Clexa and Lexa, and Clarke in particular, as characters or why their dynamics and eventual love story were so amazing if they didn't watch the show. While the Clexa movie is fantastic at showing their chemistry, there's things that happen within the show that effect them and speak on who they are as individual characters that aren't ever really included in the supercuts because they aren't together in them. Which I agree with! The thing is already 3+hrs long lol. But it does matter for context and it does hold weight in their story, both together and individually, so I would have to say to really get them you have to watch the show at least up until 307. I know there's people who write fic who haven't watched the show at all and I just... no shade! But I can usually tell. Cuz it shows.

But in that same breath the show got so fucking stupid and nonsensical I, in good conscience, have a very difficult time telling people that they should watch that hunk'a shit 😒 Season 2 was its best, let's just be honest, and season 3 was JRot's bullshit Frankenstein creation that he used as a way to shoehorn in this fucking AI plot from a movie or show (I can't remember which) that didn't get picked up but he was just convinced it was brilliant. He wanted to be GoT meets Star Trek or some shit so badly I just know he was pissing himself watching dailies. So overall it's such a double edged sword because yes I want more people to love Clexa, but at the same time the show overall is so gd bad I don't wanna put them through it.

About the Ops show, someone said it is copaganda which I expected, and not even actually enemies to lovers?? Which baffled me but apparently one of them is undercover and using the other one to get to their father or something? That's not enemies to lovers 🤨 that's manipulation. Which ok fine I'm down with that in fiction but if one party is unaware of your nefarious ways and is just interested in you then that's not... that's not EtL. That's just I was trying to trick you and caught feelings/I had feelings and then found out you were a liar. False. Advertising. 😤

Lastly, I'm a midwesterner we apologize for everything 🥺👉👈 knocked into a chair with my knee today ans accidentally apologized to it before realizing myself 😔. But really it's mainly because I know how easy it is online for people to think everything is a personal attack on them or their tastes when it's not, so I find it's just safer and more pleasant to remind people that I am just a person stating their own personal opinion, and it's really not ever anything to get upset about 😅

#gabywithoutthedollhouse #and also I'm writing the midwestern make up now I'm sorry I was... busy

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Episode 41

Senzi and I are in KZN today. My dad and his wife, Siyanda, are doing some ritual. My dad tried to explain it to me, but shame, I still have no idea. Senzi and I drove down with Khanya and Khosini. Khanya sat in the front with Senzi. I’m the lucky one who was at the back with grumpy Khosini. I worry about this boy’s anger. You can’t be angry about Nathi not being married to your mother. You can’t. It’s good for your mother when Nathi is not with her. He’s quite… not the husband you’d wish upon your worst enemy. I don’t even know how his young thang of a wife is managing him. Maybe she’s young enough to be played by him, asazi. Or maybe she was taught all that hostile crap that adults will tell you is the secret to long lasting marriage:

- indoda ayibuzwa

- You give him sex no matter what

- You call him baba, not by name

- He is your master

All that crap. But she’s such a nice chick. I once took her shopping then we did lunch together. I get the feeling that she doesn’t have friends. I feel like I’m her g. We are very close in age. She’s only about five years older than me. My dad likes it… or appreciates it, angazi. But hey, both my parents seem happy. So I’m happy.

The old people here… I love them. They are honestly treating me like I’m disabled. I’m just told to sit and do nothing. I just peel and chop vegetables by the area where everyone is working. I get to listen to the gossip and let me tell you….!!!! Village gossip! Yoh!

So apparently…

There’s a mama here who has multiple kids by different men… basically, fruit salad situation. Now, she slept with some other woman’s husband and she got so mad, she started going door to door to every other woman in the village whose husband has fathered this woman’s children, and told them that their husbands are this woman’s baby daddies. Now these women took hot water and whips to deal with this woman at her house. Moghel phoned the popo. The women in this kitchen, telling this story, cannot believe moghel’s audacity to phone the police when she’s the one who’s been the village bicycle. When I raised, deep in laughter by the way, that being a whore is not a crime, but assault with intent to cause grievous bodily harm is, they threw a whole “YHHHHUUUUUU!!!!! INI?!”

I was so dead with laughter.

Now, those mamas burned her house down. And the commentary to that is that she must see what she does with her fruit salad, but she will be fine. People like her do very well in Johannesburg. Weh!

I learned that my dad’s wife is not liked very much around here. She’s not even here sitting with us. But these women didn’t like Mam’Thandeka neither, so I know that you don’t have to be much for them to not like you. It’s really not difficult to be hated by them. I like my gogo, though. Love her, actually. She’s always been on my side. Even when Mam’Thandeka and my dad didn’t want me, she was always there and she made sure that I landed okay. She’s happy for me that my mother and I are building. But I’ll never forget about her. I know my dad still looks after her, but I also do my bit to make sure that she’s comfortable. Sometimes, my dad will phone me and we laugh about how we are gogo’s ATMs. But he appreciates it. I don’t hate my dad. Sometimes, I feel like he thinks that I hate him. But I don’t. I actually understand him more than he thinks.

“Wandisa, are you busy?” My gogo says to me. I don’t even know where she’s been. I’ve just been with these gogos listening to their gossip.

“I’m just chopping and peeling veggies.”

“Hai, ziyeke. Woza.” She says.

I put the tray aside then follow her to wherever she’s taking me to.

I notice Khanya and Senzi chilling together. Shame, they’ve been working. They even bought those PEP blue overalls. They look like hard labourers. Khosini is on his phone… in white sneakers even. You can just tell that he’s done nothing all day.

“Yin’ inkinga yakhe lo?” Gogo asks me… about Khanyisa.

“Nami angazi, gogo. He’s been like this since the divorce kababa noMam’Thandeka.” I say.

“Hai bo! Namanje?! Why wasn’t he sour when his mother went to have another child with another man while she was still married?”

That’s a very good question. But I’ve never asked him that.

“Lalela ntombi, I was just missing you. I wanted us to just catch up.” She says as we sit in the rondel that Senzi and I are sleeping in.

“Okay. Is everything okay?” I ask her.

We lie down on the bed.

“Everything is fine. What do you think of Siyanda?”

Okay, we are here to gossip.

“I don’t know enough about her to really have an opinion. I just know the facts… she’s young and she’s usually bored. So I usually take her shopping with me or take her out for lunch… things like that. She doesn’t have a job. She’s always waiting on dad and we both know that’s not good for the heart.” I say.

We both laugh.

“We took lobola out for her because her parents needed it for their leadership”, she tells me.

I zoom in and engage her.

“But mina shame, I don’t like her for my son.”

“Why?” I enquire.

“Nkosinathi is a divorcee with three kids. We all know that his marriage to Thandeka had way too many challenges. Uphilile uNkosinathi. This girl shame… ingane! UNkosinathi aqinele uThandeka kangaka - who’s closer to being his age mate than what Siyanda is, uzomenzani lo mmtwana wabantu?”

I get what she means. My dad is a dribbler! He will dribble ubukleva out of anyone. I don’t know how my mom survived. Maybe I need the full story of that situation.

Actually, I don’t want to know.

Gogo continues, “UNkosinathi just needs a woman who - like him - is done having children and being taken by things like marriage. We’ve established that he will never be chief, so there’s no pressure for him to be married anymore. Makazitholele umuntu nje azohlekisana naye ngoba vele he is a man and he needs ways to release… but not someone who still has stars in her eyes, hopes to start a family and wears marriage with a pride and honour as if it’s the best thing that could happen to her. Khona manje she doesn’t have anything going for her except this marriage. And mina UNkosinathi told me that he doesn’t want anymore children. He even had a vasectomy.”

“Hai bo! A whole vasectomy?!” Im actually shocked.

“Yebo! Do we really need more children from Nkosinathi right now, kodwa Wandi? You are about to make him a grandfather. Even Khanya nje… he could just pop up and tell us that umithisile. Hai Wandisa!”

“Manje unkosikazi wakhe is aware of this?” I enquire.

“That’s why we are here today, ntombi!”

“Huh?”

“Le ngane le, ithi ikhulelwe.”

Isigaxa!

“Nkosinathi brought her here saying they’ve come for a ritual so that kuzohlangana umndeni so she can tell us where that baby comes from.”

“Hai bo, gogo. Manje thina sizofunani la?”

“You are old now, Wandi. You must be here for such conversations.”

“Gogo, I don’t want to be on a deciding committee regarding my dad’s marriage or sex life. Hai bo!”

She laughs.

This is so uncomfortable. Wait til I tell Senzi about this. But then it hits me…

“Gogo…”

“Yebo sthandwa sami?”

“I think you should go into this meeting with an open mind.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t get there and attack this poor lady. Phela she left her parents’ house understanding that uzokhulisa umndeni wakwaButhelezi. She gets here, no one tells her that her husband had a vasectomy. Yena nje uyamangala ukuthi akamithi. She probably had herself checked out wathola ukuthi she’s not the one with the issue. It’s possible that she went to elders and they helped with the situation… you know… ngesintu.”

“Hai Wandisa. I would have been consulted. Nathi is my son.”

“Gogo… this is the Buthelezi family. When has anyone ever followed the rules or processes? I think before you call this poor lady in and ask her to start detailing the activities of her vagina, hlalani phansi nabantu abadala and make sure that no elder is responsible for this.”

“Yabona wena! That’s why we need you in such meetings. Uhlakaniphile and you have a way of viewing things differently. Let me go and talk to Nkosinathi and the elders. Shup.”

She gets up and jogs out of the rondavel.

Weh!

Ja neh!

…

Senzi and I are chilling outside by the fire with Khanya. Khanya and Senzi created this fire with inkuni and I don’t know what else. But it’s warm. There is rather cold weather tonight. It also seems like it’s going to rain soon. I have my feet up on Senzi’s lap. Khanya put pillows to support my back. He’s so sweet shame, impinch yami.

“Ek se… owani lo msebenzi?” Khanya asks me.

I start giggling.

“Ugogo ukusikele indaba? Iza nazo phela”, Khanya and news… amathe nolimi.

“There’s no msebenzi.” I say.

They both look at me as if I’m high.

“Do you know what we have been doing all day for you to be telling us that crap?” He is getting upset. Senzi is just interested in what I have to say.

“Kuthiwa umam’ncane wethu is pregnant.” I say.

“Manje all this drama to tell us that we are about to have another sibling?” Khanya.

“This is where it gets better… ubaba doesn’t want another child.” I say.

“He didn’t think about that before agibela le ngane yabantu?” Khanya.

“Here’s the best part… ubaba had a vasectomy.” Me.

“Get the hell out of here!” Senzi.

Khanya is just shocked.

I nod my head.

“So someone went in and chowed on dad’s plate? Uyabona mara that I should’ve just tapped?” Khanya.

“Khanya, you need to stop these ‘sleep with dad’s wife’ jokes… it’s becoming less and less funny hey.” Me.

“Manje? What’s going to happen?” Senzi.

“They had initially called her here to explain where her baby comes from.” I say.

“So why aren’t we in that meeting? I mean, we came here for something, right? I want the answer to that question.” Khanya.

“Hai wena! Besides, I told ugogo that they must be careful. There could be an element of them being unfair la.” Me.

“Kanjani? She cheated.” Khanya.

“Ja. But a girl like that comes to marry Nkosinathi Buthelezi with the intention to ukukhulisa umndeni. The next thing, she’s not getting pregnant and her husband didn’t inform her that he doesn’t want anymore kids… that he had surgery to ensure it never happens. She probably reached out to an elder and someone was organised for her… you know… ngesintu.” I say.

“So what does this mean? Divorce or?” Senzi.

“Ey, I don’t know. It’s just… we all saw what happened with Tholoana.” I say.

“True. Dad is not going to stick around for this.” Khanya.

“Where’s Khosini?” I ask them.

“Probably banging himself somewhere”, what’s wrong with Khanya? That’s not even funny. Hai bo.

“Is he still upset about the divorce?” Senzi asks him.

“Yeah. He needs to grow up.”

“Khanya, uzoxola kodwa? At any point nje?” I ask him.

“He doesn’t seem to want to. I told him he must find a girlfriend because uyadina. Maybe when he has one, he will stop being so selfish.” He says.

“I worry about him. Honestly.” I say.

“You know that he told me that if Tholoana were never born, our parents would still be together. Who the hell says that? Our parents were having issues way before Tholoana happened. And dad wasn’t perfect. Mom wasn’t perfect. Their marriage wasn’t perfect.” I say.

“And it’s not like he was a child. He saw all of these things. How selfish is he to expect them to stay together despite all the crap that we witnessed in that house?” Khanya.

“Have you guys considered taking him to therapy? Maybe he is just not processing this the way that the two of you have”, Senzi.

“Do you think it’s necessary though? I mean… we all go through stuff. And he’s not the only one who’s going through this. And if we were to start talking about what Wandi went through, you’ll realise that he’s just being spoiled.” Khanya.

“I hear you. But people are just not built the same way. You guys are just more tough than he is. And to be fair, the two of you have each other. Maybe he feels as if he’s not part of your duo you know? So maybe he feels alone.” Senzi.

“But he isolates himself. We include him all the time, but he does what he did today. He puts his headsets on then leaves us alone. What more can we do?” Khanya.

Senzi looks at me.

I shrug my shoulders.

“Chat to your dad or your mom about him possibly talking to someone. We don’t want a Luhle on our hands.”

We all laugh.

I’ve told Khanya about Luhle. He knows the reference very well.

Tamia and Ntuthuko seem to be settling in quite well in their new house with their four kids. Tamia is definitely a better person than most people… to just take in four children like that? No questions asked? Ntuthuko better worship the ground that she walks on for this. In fact, our whole family should. My dad told me that MaNdlovu has been meeting up with the baby mamas and their families. They are facing an entire lawsuit, and MaNdlovu is basically forcing my father to pay for legal assistance for them. My dad won’t do it. I encouraged him not to do that. I told him that if he listens to MaNdlovu, I will personally hold him accountable for the breakdown of Ntuthuko’s and Tamia’s marriage. This family cannot and should not come across as if they don’t rate Tamia… not after what she has sacrificed to make sure that Ntuthuko’s kids are good and not after she gave up her life for Ntuthuko - particularly in such a short space of time. Also, Ntuthuko loves Tamia. I know that means nothing to MaNdlovu. But what my father and everyone else needs to understand is that they may want to teach Tamia a lesson - whatever the lesson is- but they will end up hurting Ntuthuko. That’s his woman and they need to respect that. Personally, my thoughts on the situation is that the baby mamas are insane. They don’t deserve Tamia’s kindness. Who takes their child and just shoves the child onto another woman? A woman they’ve never met before? They don’t even know if she’s crazy or what…? And for what? To prove a point? To demand more money from their baby daddy? Those women don’t deserve to be parents and if any legal person asks me my thoughts, I’ll happily tell them that those mothers are not good parents. They are actually disgusting. All this for money? If they felt that the money that they were receiving from Ntuthuko is too little, why don’t they find jobs and play their parts is raising and supporting their own children? Why is the entire financial burden on one parent? In my view, they come across as people who got pregnant on purpose just to receive a pay for it. They identified a man who would pay for their lifestyles without asking questions - as long as they mention his kids in it - then they got pregnant. Now that their plan is no linger working, #MenAreTrash. Sies!

I don’t understand what MaNdlovu is seeing in them that is making her pro-them and anti-Tamia: the better woman in all of this. She even tried to involve me in this shit. When I told her what my thoughts were in the matter, she stopped speaking to me. And you know what, I’m actually okay with that. I don’t agree with her ways of thinking anyway.

“And then?” Wandi says to me. She’s just finished showering. Her baby-bump is beginning to show and she’s so beautiful.

“Hello, my love.”

“What are you thinking about? Kunini ngikhuluma nawe? Kanti you are deep in thought… you are even ignoring me.” She says.

“Sorry baby. I’m just thinking…”

“About?”

“Tamia and Ntuthuko.”

“What about them?”

“This issue with Ntuthuko’s baby-mamas… and MaNdlovu’s approach to it. Tamia could just leave him. I don’t trust MaNdlovu.” I say.

“Baby, there’s nothing that we can do. MaNdlovu is going to do whatever that she wants to do.”

“But how will we look if we don’t even try to stop her?”

“Hai bo! We also have our own shit to deal with. We still have to focus on our move to the kingdom. You are starting a new airline. You’ve resigned from your old job. We have a child on the way. Where do we have a place to be stressing about other people’s issues? Tamia knew that Ntuthuko has had four children from four different and crazy women before she married him. He was very honest with her about that before they even slept together. Surely, she’s not sitting in her house expecting a normal life with a normal co-parenting agreement. Ntuthuko has been a meal ticket for these four crazy women since their kids were born. There will be resistance in the event that the gravy train stops.”

“And I’m sure that’s what she’s prepared to deal with. How do we explain the family helping the crazy people be more crazy? MaNdlovu wants meetings and she wants my dad and I to pay for legal assistance for these women.”

“You already said no. Your dad has said no. Everything else is in Ntuthuko’s hands to protect his wife from that crazy women. This is not going to be a group project. Senzi, I’m pregnant. I just want to be in a house where I can just sleep or wake up to just watch movies the whole day, not worrying about shit. Please! Tamia is Ntuthuko’s wife and he worries enough about her. The baby and I need you. Please.”

I look at her.

I open my arms.

She comes to sit on top of me.

“I’m sorry. I’m all yours”, I say to her, kissing her.

“Thank you”, she says, kissing me back.

I rub her stomach…

And her thighs…

She starts laughing.

I smile at her.

“So,I’ve found a house for us.” She says.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me show you.” She says, getting off my lap and getting her iPad out of her handbag.

She sits on top of me again and she shows me pictures of this house that she found.

It’s a nice house. It’s a five bedroom and four and a half bathrooms. It’s in a stunning estate. It has a garden, a swimming pool, domestic worker quarters, and a a garage that fits four cars.

“I actually really like it”, I say.

“Neh? And we can actually stay there for years. It’s big enough for us and any other people that we will be bringing into the world.” She says.

“Can we afford it?” I ask her.

“Yep. With the sale that we made from my businesses, we can afford to buy it cash, buy furniture and still have enough to live for about a year.” She says.

I nod my head then I say, “I hear you. I’m also thinking that until the business takes off, I’m going to continue to work.”

“Hawu! What happened to focusing on the business?”

“I have a family. I have a beautiful wife that I need to take care of and I have a baby on the way. I cannot afford to be unemployed right now.”

“But babe, the money that -

“I know, baby. I know. But I’m not going to be okay with living off of you while I chase my pipe dream. If I can do both,I don’t see why I shouldn’t.”

“That means I’ll have less time with you. Senzi, you are always flying and when you fly, I sometimes don’t see you for two weeks. Then the little bit of time that I will have with you, you’ll be busy building a business. That means that I’ll be going through this pregnancy alone. Even when the baby is here,I’ll be alone most of the time.”

I look at her.

“Wandi, we have responsibilities and we have a certain standard of living that we want to live by.” I tell her.

“It’s not worth it, Senzi. I’d rather live in a shoe box that I lived in at Thebe’s back rooms, than have everything and not you around to live with me… raise our child with me. Hai ngeke.”

She even gets off my lap.

“What if I just work domestic flights? That way, I’ll be home everyday. I’m literally flying from one province to another. I’ll work everyday, but I’ll be home everyday at least.”

“And the business?”

“I’ll still work on it. Starting an airline is not easy. It could take up to year… or longer. I can’t be without an income for that long. I also don’t want you to go back to work unless you are ready to do so.”

She’s quiet.

She’s thinking about it.

“Wandi, I’ll be here for you and the baby. Always. I’d never make you a single mother. But I have to provide, baby. Please let me.”

…

This morning, we are to Tholoana Kingdom from KZN. Khanya and Khosini drove back with their father. We will be living with my dad and his wife while we wait for our house to be ready. Our house in Boksburg has also been sold, so our stuff is in storage in Tholoana Kingdom. I start my we job tomorrow. I work for Tholoana Kingdom Airways. My dad pulled some strings and I’m in… as one of the head pilots even. I wasn’t even that when I was operating in South Africa. I’m excited and happy to be benefit from my dad’s influence. With the salary that I will be making - triple what I made from the job I’ve just resigned from - Wandi can be a housewife for the rest of our lives. I showed my offer letter to Wandi and her eyes were in utter disbelief. She even started scouting an interior design to do something in our house and design the baby’s nursery. I shall not complain.

“I’m hoping we have a baby girl”, she says. I’m driving.

The plan was that she would drive the Golf 7 and I’d drive the Maserati. Then she decided that I’m rich now, so we can afford to have the Golf 7 and the Polo shipped to the Kingdom then we can drive together.

Like I said, I shall not complain.

“Why a girl specifically?” I ask her.

“So that she can help me spend all your money. Phela if we don’t spend it, you’ll find gold-digging and home wrecking whores who will spend it on our behalf.”

I actually laugh.

“Baby, do you really think that I’d cheat on you?” I ask her.

“I don’t know, baby. Things happen. Whores are always readily available to cheat with you. Some go to the extent of using witchcraft to getting you because they don’t necessarily want someone like you… they want you!”

“But baby I’m yours… I’m all yours. I don’t even think about cheating on you.”

“I don’t think people intend or plan to cheat… they just themselves find themselves within the act without really knowing how they got there. Then I’d be expected to understand, then forgive you… or divorce you and become a bitter ex who also happens to be the mother of your child.”

“Wandisa, Ngiyakuthanda. Kakhulu futhi. Nothing and no one is going to change that. I know that my kind of sex or gender don’t give us much credit in this faithful thing… but you are my wife… and I love you so much. Believe in me. Believe in us. Believe in what we are building. Believe in our family.”

She nods her head.

I kiss her hand.

…

It turns out that the father of Siyanda’s child is some elder in the Buthelezi family… the chief to be exact. Now Wandi’s dad wants a divorce. He’s not even interested in finding out if it was arranged for his benefit or if they are actually having an affair. I mean… in his view anyway… why would a chief be tasked with something like that?

Khanya thinks he should’ve been the one to tap. Wandi still thinks that it’s a joke. I’m not so trusting anymore. I actually believe that he means it. He has the strangest and most uncomfortable crush on his father’s wife… it’s not okay. It’s really not.

Khosini supports the divorce. Then he suggested that maybe his parents should fix things. I actually have no comment on Khosini and his deliberate will to not accept that his parents are done. They are so done that even his mother is planning to re-marry. But we will let him live in hope. Wandi is just worried about the dad. She says for a man who’s never out of options when it comes to women, it seems like he will end up alone in the long run … or in the state that we found her mother’s father in. I guess only time will tell how this one ends.

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sonianvmd · 3 years

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thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

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makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

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devildomdisaster · 3 years

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Hi can I ask for the reaction of the demon brothers to the mc who always behaves fearlessly, but is afraid of a sharp clap and hides behind them?

Hi anon, this is my first ask for this blog so I hope it's what you wanted.

I got a bit carried away with this one so it ended up a bit long.

Normally fearless mc who hides behind the brothers after a loud noise

Lucifer:

Initially, Lucifer thinks that a human who has little to no magic ability (at least at first) is going to be helpless and frightened of almost everything. This is the Devildom after all, and demons would love to eat a sweet human soul.

But you routinely stand up not only to his brothers but to him.

Honestly, he finds it frustrating.

With no way to intimidate you Lucifer’s normal tactics to ensure proper behavior are rendered useless.

Not only that but you encourage his brothers to act up as well.

But your fearlessness has also endeared you to him.

Even more pride than normal radiates off him when he sees you put some lower-level demon or his brothers in their place. Even if he has to step in sometimes.

Lucifer discovers your fear as you walk into Ristorante Six and a waiter drops a tray of drinks behind you as you are being shown to your table

The tray hits the ground with a loud clatter

Lucifer turns at the noise but otherwise thinks little of the situation

You however are immediately hidden behind him, hands fisted tightly around handfuls of the back of his coat

He is surprised but quickly schools his expression into one of concern.

His first thought is if you are alright, did something on the tray somehow hit you?

He turns to you, taking your clenched fists into his hands.

For all intents and purposes you seem physically fine just…scared. Truly frightened.

Later when you have calmed down he might ask you about your reaction. But for now he will simply comfort you.

He pulls you into his arms whispering lowly into your ear, “there is nothing that can hurt you while I am here Mc. It’s alright.”

Once your breathing has slowed he’ll ask if you’d like to leave and go back to the house of lamentation.

If you were just startled he’ll spend the evening as planned, although he is far more aware of the movement of the surrounding demons. And any possible loud noises that could startle you again.

If you do want to go home he will gladly take you, he’ll propose a quieter evening, relaxing in his study listening to his records perhaps?

Mammon:

Oh, his fearless human!

He is oh so impressed at your bravery.

It’s almost reckless at times how little fear you seem to have in the face of demons.

This boy loves to watch you stand up to other demons or handle situations that others would consider frightening (especially for humans).

Your fearlessness makes you the perfect partner in crime for his schemes.

He loves the rush of getting away with his schemes and loves having you there to share that rush with even more.

Of course, when you do participate in his less than honest scheming, or even his honest ones, he is always there to protect you.

Watching you be fearless is fun but if anything could actually hurt you he is always aware of it. Ready to step in front of you at any moment. You’re his human after all. It wouldn’t due to have something harm you when he can prevent it.

You’re not even outside the house of lamentation when a rather peeved Lucifer comes into the kitchen. “Mammon!” he thunders with a loud slap of his hands on the counter.

You jump behind Mammon, face pressed into his back

One of Mammon’s arms unconsciously reaches behind him to shield you even more.

He is shocked at your reaction but the instinct to protect you kicks in instantly.

“Lucifer” Mammon warns quietly with a quick glance towards you behind him “could we maybe do this later I think Mc…” He trails off

Once Lucifer is gone, seeming to have gotten the gist of the situation, Mammon turns to you. one hand stroking your head gently until you look at him.

“Hey, Mc you’re ok. What’s gotten into ya?”

“The noise” you mumble. Half embarrassed, half still trying to calm your racing heart.

“Geez Mc, ya don’t gotta worry ‘bout stuff like that when I’m around”

He doesn’t quite understand why a loud noise would scare you but is more than willing to listen if you want to explain.

Levi

Levi doesn’t get you.

How can some magicless normie human not be afraid in the Devildom? Surrounded by actual demons? Whatever it’s not like he gets normies anyway.

But then he gets to know you and he actually likes you. You’re his Henry now, his player 2 or… whichever you prefer Mc. Even admitting this to himself is sometimes so hard.

Your whole fearlessness thing still confuses him, but it’s impressive too.

He enjoys being able to play horror games with you or watch horror anime without you being terrified.

It’s like nothing phases you. You can face down anything the Devildom throws at you. Levi thinks you’re so cool, it’s almost not fair!

He kind of wonders what actually scares you

He finds out one night when Asmo throws the door to his room open so hard it bounces off the wall with a loud slam.

Asmo is crowing about family bonding night and repainting Levi’s nails “because gaming isn’t all that matters Leviathan, and you should have been in the living room half an hour ago!”

Levi groans at Asmo’s outburst. Then pauses, blinks slowly, and realizes you’re hidden behind him quaking in…in fear?

His demon form slips out quietly and he wraps his tail around your waist protectively.

He doesn’t understand why you’re frightened but he’s got you covered normie.

“Ohhh, I didn’t know you were playing that kind of game!” Asmo grins purposely misreading the situation. “You and Mc can come down when you’re done.” he sings, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

Levi’s face is so red, he opens and closes his mouth several times before any words make it out.

“M-mc did did Asmo do something to you? or?” He’s trying to figure out what’s got you so scared.

But he’s still so flustered from Asmo’s teasing that he can’t turn to face you. Instead, he keeps his tail protectively and hopefully comfortingly around your waist.

“No” you sniff “the noise. When the door, it just”

“Oh, good. Not good-good! I mean good that Asmo didn’t do anything.”

You’re both silent for a long moment as Levi composes himself and turns around. Levi finally has time for his surprise to hit him. This is what you are afraid of? He never would have guessed. Still, he doesn’t think any less of you. How could he? Everyone’s got their things, their fears.

“Thanks, Levi,” You say, tapping his tail gratefully.

You get to watch the red bloom across his face this time.

Satan

You being fearless is intriguing and impressive.

He has read about all sorts of phobias and a part of him wants to expose you to some common ones just to see if any of them scare you.

But he won’t.

He likes you too much for that.

You aren’t afraid of pranking Lucifer with him.

Or of late-night library searches, or cursed books, or most importantly of him.

He expected you to be afraid of him, he is the avatar of wrath after all, and his anger can and has made him lose control.

But you're not the least bit afraid of him. He truly appreciates that.

While cooking dinner the loud clatter of a pot falling to the floor and splashing its contents to the ground makes him curse and then sigh, but it makes you jump behind him.

hm? Oh. Oh!

With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other clutching his shirt, it only takes a moment for him to recognize your fear.

He realizes pretty quickly that it must have been the loud noise.

There’s a part of him, the same part that had wanted to test you for hidden phobias, that is immensely satisfied with this new information about his favorite human. Excited even.

Satan feels that knowing there is something that scares you makes you more real.

He almost chuckles at your reaction.

Instead, he guides you to a seat and as he straightens lets his knuckles brush your cheek gently.

“Are you alright Mc?”

He waits until the shock and fear have worn off before cleaning up the mess on the floor.

He knew there had to be something that scared you, he just hopes this fear isn’t tied to any…unpleasant people or situations in your life. Just the thought of that erases all his satisfaction at discovering your fear.

If you’re still a bit rattled he’ll keep you distracted, while he finishes cooking, with tales of the Devildom and the new installment of his favorite mystery show or the new novel he’s reading that he thinks you might like.

If you have recovered he’ll gladly accept your help finishing dinner.

Asmo

Asmo loves your fearlessness.

He thinks it makes you even more attractive.

He says that other than your magical potential it was one of the things that led him to make a pact with you.

“Nothing seemed to phase you, I just had to know more!”

Drags/brings you shopping a lot partly just to watch you stare rude demons down.

Of course, he is always there just in case a demon doesn’t get the point, but he takes a kind of pleasure in seeing demons try and fail to intimidate you, before leaving in shock and shame at being unable to scare a mere human.

He doesn’t let you get into dangerous situations if he can help it. Being confident and fearless is all well and good Mc, but you are still a human and demons can be dangerous.

During one of your shopping trips, there is a loud clap of excitement from a demon when they find what they were looking for.

You gasp and duck behind Asmo.

He turns an amused smile on his face.

“Mc, how can you possibly help me look for my size when you…oh!

As he sees your face he understands. You’re afraid.

He is flattered that you chose to hide behind him for protection. He thinks it shows how much you truly trust him.

He takes your hand in his, even as his head tilts slightly trying to figure out what scared you.

It all clicks a moment later. The noise.

He grips your hand a bit tighter and guides you out of the store, away from the situation.

Asmo knows that your reaction could have just been from being startled but he also knows that it could be tied to a deeper fear of something or someone.

He hopes you were just startled but makes sure you know that he will always protect you from your fears. Minor or serious.

If you let him he will have a whole self-care spa day with you after you get back to the house of lamentation.

Beel

Beel is impressed by a fearless human.

Especially one with little to no magic when first coming to the Devildom.

But he is also concerned for you.

He worries you might do something reckless.

So he makes sure to be around in order to make sure you stay safe.

Will 100% eat a lesser demon who tries to harm you.

Beel wants you to be safe.

But he is glad that your fearless nature gives you the confidence to explore more of the Devildom than just RAD classes.

He is so happy when you want to go somewhere new with him, maybe to a restaurant or cafe you haven’t tried yet.

The first time you hide behind him is after the wind blows a chair over at a nearby table outside a cafe.

You are on your feet in an instant

And in the next, you are almost cowering behind him.

Beel is startled.

He doesn’t understand why you seem so afraid.

But he pulls you into his arms anyway.

Beel comes right out and asks you about your reaction.

When you explain that it was the loud noise Beel nods.

He wants to ask if you were just startled or if there is more to your fear but doesn’t want to overstep.

He’ll wait until you are headed back to the house to ask.

Whatever your answer is he’ll accept it and in the future act accordingly to prevent you from being afraid.

Belphie

Honestly hates how fearless you are at first.

It annoys him and he wants to make you afraid of him…until he doesn't.

And the complete 180 surprises even him.

He still wonders how a human can be so fearless and kind of wonders if it's all an act you use to protect yourself.

Even so, he’s still impressed that you can be fearless in the Devildom.

He’s another one who likes to see you tell other demons to get lost.

He thinks that a human chasing off a Demon in the realm of demons is hilarious.

On the way to RAD one morning what sounds like a loud clap causes Belphie to turn and see another demon being slapped.

He goes to make a snide comment to you, only you aren’t standing next to him anymore.

Instead, you are tucked behind him holding tightly to his uniform jacket.

“Um, Mc? What exactly are you doing?”

And that’s when it all comes out.

The noise had scared you so much you had hidden behind him.

Belphie just shrugs. It’s surprising sure, considering all the other things you’ve seen and experienced in the Devildom. But hey you are a human, something was bound to scare you eventually.

He’s curious if you are just easily startled or if you have a fear of sudden loud noises.

Unlike his brothers (*Satan) he is curious enough to test you and see which it is.

Unless you come out then and there to tell him you have a fear of loud noises he will plan out a ‘prank’ to startle you again.

If it turns out it’s not a fear caused by anything serious and you are just easily startled he will use it against you occasionally, at least until he is bored of your reaction or you ask him to stop.

But he doesn’t want to hurt you, emotionally or physically. If it’s a genuine fear he’d never use it against you. And he’d personally end anyone who did.

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Even the Losers

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Bruce watched Lucius, or more specifically his hands, with a well concealed hostility. If you didn’t truly know Bruce or weren’t well versed at reading suppressed emotions, you could believe it was just another artificially polite expression. But Lucius had known Bruce since he was a child and Marinette hadn’t spent years fighting an emotional terrorist for nothing. “I haven’t seen you all night and now I find you coopting this beautiful young lady’s time,” Bruce observed, his mouth tight.

Marinette eyed him apprehensively, subconsciously taking a half step back. Her whole body stiffening. Lucius took note of the change and moved slightly between the two of them and laughed politely. He wasn’t sure what caused the change in demeanor but he still wanted to try to cultivate a business relationship with the young lady. When they got the fabrics working, they would need a designer and she was not only clearly the perfect candidate for the position, they had already been considering her before everything she’d said during their dance.

“Sorry, Mr. Wayne. I assure you I was not avoiding you in favor of a prettier face,” he chuckled. “Although I’ve been informed elusiveness seems to be a quality I exude unintentionally.” He winked at Marinette who smiled weakly at the attempt.

Bruce chuckled with him, tight and short exhales, his eyes never softening. “I wouldn’t blame you at all. She certainly is lovely.”

Marinette’s chest hollowed out, all the breath in her evaporating out of her chest as though it had never been there. “Kind of you to say,” she rasped out just barely looking up to meet his eyes.

“Just saying the truth,” he assured her with more sincerity. His eyes finally managed to soften as he looked at her, but immediately hardened again when he returned his gaze to Lucius. “I’m sorry if Lucius has been keeping you captive. I know he likes to talk and it can be hard to get him to stop, especially when he’s taken a particular interest in something… or someone.” His eyes sharpened on Lucius as he spoke. Lucius only raised his eyebrow in response, leaning back slightly as if to see Bruce a bit better.

Marinette immediately straightened back up, her eyes hardening. All evidence of uncertainty and unease shattering as she did. She had been the one to approach M. Fox. She had been the one to coopt his time. She had been the one manipulating the situation. And now M. Wayne was going to try to twist this on M. Fox, who had been nothing but gracious and kind. “I was just discussing innovation and the application process with M. Fox,” Marinette responded coldly before Lucius could. “He was polite enough to entertain my questions. He has been quite polite and charming and professional.”

“Were you thinking of working for WE?” Bruce asks perking up slightly.

“You couldn’t pay me enough,” Marinette scoffed out before she could stop herself. She immediately mentally face palmed. This wasn’t the time for this. Now was about Max, not her. The mission had been successful she wasn’t going to blow it now by letting M. Fox see her overreactions.

She let out a breath and looked back up with an overly wide smile. “As I mentioned to M. Fox, I’m not really interested in technology. I couldn’t imagine anything more boring than staring at numbers and code all day long,” she laughed in the way she’d seen Adrien laugh at events like this, an empty, meaningless laugh meant to indicate a lack of interest in the topic rather than actual entertainment, leaning toward Lucius as she said it, hoping to pull him into the conversation and rescue her from.

“It’s not my favorite part of the day either,” Lucius smiled graciously. “I imagine you would still be good at it,” he assured her, “but I can’t say I blame you. I would likely react the same if faced with bolts of fabric and thread.”

Marinette smiled politely, grateful to him for the reprieve. “Well that sounds interesting,” Bruce interjected. “Perhaps we can discuss what would interest you during a dance.” He motioned toward the dancefloor and held his hand out toward her.

Marinette glanced down at the hand, a weight settling in the pit of her stomach. If she gave in he’d have her for the duration of the song. One-on-one. No escape without creating a scene. Trapped by the same societal conventions she’d used against M. Fox. “Surely you must have more important guests to attend to,” she offered instead.

“I do not,” he assured her, sincerity radiating from his eyes.

Marinette opened her mouth to say yes, resigning herself to her fate when she felt a hand on her hip. “There you are M’lady. I lost you in the sea of people for a moment.” Adrien prompted her to turn slightly so he could look her in the eyes. “You okay?”

Her shoulders, she hadn’t even realized had worked their way up to almost touching her jaw, instantly relaxed. She gave him a relieved smile and squeezed his hand. “I’m good, Kitty. Thank you.”

“Is this your date?” Bruce inserted, eyeing him coldly, but held his hand out to him. “Bruce Wayne.”

Adrien gave him his practiced, social smile, perfect for galas with strangers and potentially hostile associates. “Nice to meet you, sir. This is a very nice gathering. Very kind of you to do this for the orphans,” his tone was bordering on openly hostile but keeping to the socially acceptable side of the border. Marinette choked at the statement. She hadn’t really thought about the intent of the gala since she’d made the plan. When she’d made it, the purpose hadn’t had any bearing. But now…

“Thank you. It is an important cause to my family and myself.” He missed the way Adrien squeezed Marinette tighter at his words. “You mentioned talking to Mr. Fox about innovation at Wayne Enterprises. Perhaps you would like a tour of the building. I can arrange one personally for you.”

Adrien pulled his lips into a tight, sickeningly artificial smile. “How very generous of you. Unfortunately, we won’t be in town that long. We are scheduled to leave town Tuesday.”

Bruce looked between the two, forcing his body to not stiffen at Adrien responding for Marinette. “Tell me about yourself, son,” Bruce smiled stiffly, noting that he had artfully left out his name, not that Bruce didn’t know it already, although the physical proximity to Marinette was unexpected.

It took almost all of Marinette’s experience as Ladybug to keep a poker face instead of letting her jaw drop in offense. “Why don’t you let these young people dance, Bruce,” Lucius interrupted, detecting Marinette’s increased discomfort. “After all, it’s cruel to make the young have to endure making conversation with the old guard like us.” He turned to Marinette and Adrien with a kind smile. “Make sure you don’t miss your opportunity to dance tonight.”

Marinette smiled at him gratefully. “Not at all, M. Fox. I found our conversation very fascinating. Thank you very much for sharing your time with me. It was much appreciated. But I will take you up on your advice.” She turned to Adrien and motioned to the dancefloor. “Shall we?”

“Always,” Adrien smiled. “Gentlemen.” He nodded to them and guided Marinette across the dancefloor, taking great care to escort her as far from them as he possibly could. He glanced around to make sure the men couldn’t see them and pulled Marinette into a comforting, all-encompassing hug. “How are you really?”

Marinette held him tightly and buried her head in his chest. “I’ll be okay. I just… Thank you for the save.” She laid her head on his chest as they swayed to the music. Her breath slowly shifted from shaky to more steady. She lost track of the number of songs that passed while she found her voice again. When she could breathe normally again, she stood straight and smiled at Adrien. “It worked.”

“It worked?” Adrien asked excitedly.

Marinette nodded and had to stop herself from doing an entirely inappropriate victory dance. “He wants to meet Max on Monday. Well, me too,” she cringed slightly, not looking forward to being involved beyond what she had done already. “But! But, he was floored by Max’s invention. Like completely floored! And knows about Rabler now. He did not look happy at all about the news.” Her grin widened as she remembered the encounter. “I think Max is really going to be taken care of. It went so well!” she squealed.

Adrien grinned back and hugged her. “We have to let Max know.”

Marinette nodded. “He’ll call us when he’s done. We just need to stay up until then.”

Adrien nodded. “Coffee it is then. Do you want to leave now or look around?” Marinette looked around quickly. By the time she looked back at Adrien, her eyes had lost their light. She looked exhausted suddenly, drained by the experience. Adrien gave her an understanding smile and squeeze. The mission was over. She didn’t need to be in mission mode anymore, or at least not high alert. She just had the meeting on Monday and she was done. Now she could stop blocking any potentially interfering emotions and actually let herself feel again. “Let’s get out of here and find a coffee shop then. We can take it back to the hotel and watch bad movies until Max calls.”

Marinette gave him a weak smile. “Maybe popcorn and candy and drinks instead,” she offered. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Sooooo many drinks and ice cream.”

Adrien laughed and slung his arm over her shoulder to help guide her and comfort her at the same time. They wound through the crowd making their way to the exit and freedom, where Marinette could finally breathe freely. They had almost made it to the doors when they heard someone call Adrien’s name. Adrien looked around and cursed under his breath. “Hey again.”

“Leaving so soon?” Tim asked. He looked between the two with a concerned expression. It was awfully early in the night to leave already.

“Yeah, I think so. It’s a nice event but I think we’re ready to go home, take off the stuffy clothes, and drink,” he gave him a charming, conspiratorial smile. Nobody their age wanted to be here and they all knew it.

“Oh that sounds like a brilliant plan,” the blonde woman next to Tim grinned. “I wish we could do that. But we have to at least wait until the announcement. And we can’t drink. But it would help handle events like this.” She gave them a wide smile and held out her hand. “I’m Stephanie. Nice to meet you.”

Adrien smiled politely back. “Adrien. Hi.”

Marinette smiled civilly. “Marinette. Nice to meet you.”

Stephanie’s smile widened. “Oh Timmy, make sure to keep this one away from Bruce. Black hair, blue eyes, looks beautiful but haunted. He’ll adopt her in an instant.”

Tim laughed and rolled his eyes, drawing Stephanie’s attention to him, both of them missing the way Marinette and Adrien balked and Marinette’s entire body went rigid again. “Bruce’s breaking that habit with today’s announcement.”

Adrien paled slightly. This could go nowhere good, but it was like watching an akuma hit someone when you’re too far away to help. It was going to happen no matter what. The damage would be inestimable and all he could do was watch as it got worse and worse. “Oh?”

“Yeah, our new brother… or rather their new brother, I’m not officially adopted, just unofficially the favorite child,” Steph winked at them. Tim huffed playfully but didn’t contradict her. It was easier to just let it go. “Anyway, the new Wayne doesn’t have blue eyes. Does have black hair, is beautiful and looks haunted, so maybe it’s just the blue eyes that don’t matter so much anymore.”

“N…new brother?” Adrien stuttered, struggling to keep his voice even and polite. The normal reaction to such news would be interest and happiness. Well, they certainly had his interest. The happiness part though… He pulled Marinette tighter as he sent her a furtive look. She was doing an admirable job of masking her response but he knew her. He knew the signs. He knew her lips were a bit tighter than usual. He knew her jaw was clenched harder than was normal. He knew her breathing was harder than average. He knew he shouldn’t be able to feel her pulse from here.

“Yeah!” Stephanie enthused. “Duke.”

“We were supposed to wait for the announcement,” Tim chastised with no real heat behind his words. “But yes. That’s what this gala is really for. To officially announce the adoption of Duke Thomas. So, yet another ‘poor orphan’ joins the rest of us,” he joked. “I swear Bruce just can’t help himself. He sees a kid and instantly feels the need to protect and help.”

“So thoughtful,” Marinette rasped out, pretending like her entire chest wasn’t breaking apart and disintegrating in front of them. “You must all be so excited.”

Tim looked at her for a moment but before he could analyze her tone or body language, they heard someone tapping on a microphone. “That’s our cue,” Stephanie squealed. “Looks like you might make it for the announcement after all. It was nice to meet you if I don’t see you after.” Tim and Stephanie waved before making their way to the stage.

Once the two were gone, Marinette’s eyes bulged as Tim’s words reverberated in her head. This whole thing was to introduce a new child, another new child he took in, another addition to his family, another child he wanted and brought into his life instead of throwing them out. Her eyes darted among the family members as they all made their way up onto the stage. All standing behind the new member, smiling at him, hugging him, eyes shining in acceptance for him. One big happy family, not wanting for anything… or anyone.

Marinette didn’t realize she had stopped breathing until her body forced a deep gasping breath, knocking her out of her stupor. She tore her eyes away so violently, she stumbled back, or maybe it was just that her resilience had disappeared with the words. They should not be here. They… she should never have come. This was a stupid, terrible plan. She had no right to intrude. She had no right to be here… for this.

Her heart raced out of control. Her whole body started shaking. She couldn’t breathe. Why couldn’t she breathe now? But suddenly there wasn’t enough air in the room. Why wasn’t there air? There had been air before, hadn’t there been? She remembers being able to breathe earlier. She thinks. Maybe she made that up. Maybe she hadn’t been able to breathe since she stepped in the room.

She stumbled again and reached out for support, never doubting it would be there for her. Adrien responded instantly, bringing her into his chest and quickly guiding her out of the gala. He whispered comforting and reassuring words as they moved, throwing empty smiles at anyone who bothered looking their way, as though helping his drunk date home, nothing scandalous or even unusual, nothing to look twice at.

They missed the eyes searching the crowd for them and the quickly covered up frown at finding them missing.

Chapter 3

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sugawaraxo · 4 years

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“are you sure?”

warnings: smut

characters: koshi sugawara, keiji akaashi

request: Hiii! I just found your blog and I just want to say that I love it so much!! I thinking maybe you could write some headcanons of sugawara and akaashi w/ a shy and very inexperienced s/o (nsfw please, if you’re comfortable with writing that!!) Thank you so much! (//∇//)

a/n: i may have went a lil overboard with suga but i’m sorry, i just love him ok lmao

sugawara

- suga is your first everything

- your first boyfriend. your first kiss. your first love. and now, your first time

- it’s something you and him have been silently anticipating for awhile

- but he wanted to wait until you were fully comfortable and ready for it, and you did too

- but as you are currently straddling his lap on the couch, his lips glued to yours in a messy kiss while his hands find their way under your shirt, lightly grazing your sides

- you know you’re finally ready

“suga.” you say, pulling away from the kiss.

“hm?” he hums, his eyes meeting yours as he patiently waits for you to continue.

“i-i want you. i’m ready.” you say almost too softly for him to even process what you just said. but he does process it and his eyebrows raise in shock.

“are you sure?” he questions and you nod in response. he looks at you for a moment before giving you a quick kiss as he picks you up. your legs wrap tightly around his torso and your arms losely around his neck, then he takes you into his bedroom.

he doesn’t want you losing your most precious gift on a dingy old couch, and would much rather do it in the comfort of his bed, hence him taking you there. he lays you gently on your back, you just looking up at him nervously. you don’t want to be nervous, but you can’t help it. you’ve heard so many varying stories of how losing your virginity could go terribly wrong, or beautifully right and you are truly hoping for the latter. suga notices your worried expression and frowns.

“are you sure you want to do this y/n? there’s no pressure, really.” he says softly.

“no i want to, trust me i do. i’m just nervous. i mean, you’ve done this before. plenty of times. what if i’m just not as good? what if i can’t satisfy you?” you admit.

“what? y/n, no. please don’t think like that. it doesn’t matter how much experience i’ve had, nor how much you’ve had. what matters is how much i care about you, which is enough to make this better than anything i’ve ever done.” suga reassures you and you smile. the boy always has such a way with his words.

“you’re right. i’m just in my head too much and i think the anticipation of waiting is making it worse so can we just...” you trail off and suga knows exactly what you were going to say.

“right, sorry.” he chuckles before leaning in to kiss you again. your back is on the bed, with suga hovering above you. he kisses you gently, making sure not to be too rough so that you feel safe, and it works. his body is placed in between your legs and you can feel yourself get hotter as you feel suga growing harder, lightly and subconsciously jutting his hips against you.

you find yourself accidentally moaning into the kiss and you swear you feel suga smirk, which makes you slightly embarrassed. but at this point you don’t care. you want to be moaning for him. you want to be a moaning mess for him and only him. he slowly breaks the kiss away from your lips, moving it down your jaw, then to your neck. you knew your neck was sensitive but once suga’s lips were against it, you realized the severity of that sensitivity. a soft moan of suga’s name leaves your lips and his whole body goes stiff before he pulls away to look at you.

“you sound so pretty.” he says sweetly and you can’t help but shy away at his words, hiding your face with your hands.

“hey, nuh uh. let me see your face.” he chuckles and you comply with his orders. “much better.” he mumbles before reattaching his lips to your neck. he works there for awhile, sucking and nipping at the skin. surely leaving a bruise that you would have to figure out how to cover up the next day. then he pulls away and begins taking your shirt off. within seconds the thin piece of clothing is off your body and on the floor, and suga is back to sucking marks onto your skin. this time on the exposed parts of your chest, and the whimpers you’re providing him are giving him quite the satisfaction. he skillfully reaches behind your back and unclaspes your bra, then tosses the article to the side just as he did your shirt. you’re amazed at the lack of effort in this trick of his, but not given the time to bring attention to it before suga’s mouth is sucking softly on your nipple. you hum at the new sensation, and smile at how peaceful suga looks as he does his work.

“you’re so cute.” you say and suga just looks up at you and smiles, your nipple still in his mouth which makes you laugh. even while pleasuring you suga doesn’t fail to put a smile on your face and you love that. a few more seconds of nipple sucking and soft moaning goes on before suga moves on and starts kissing his way down your body.

your whole body tingles as he gets closer to the area between your legs, your eyes watching him closely. he slides down the shorts you’re wearing with ease, you helping him get them off your ankles. he then looks up at you, the expression on his face looking as though he’s asking for permission. with your permission, he takes your underwear off aswell, instantly fully erect at the sight of your bare core.

“fuck” he mumbles under his breath, wasting no time in getting a taste of you. his tongue is warm and soft against your sensitive area, and it feels good. so good. you moan out suga’s name and grip onto his hair, a little too hard at the sudden sensation. “shit, sorry.” you groan, feeling your face get hot. “don’t be, i liked it.” suga smirks and you roll your eyes, forgetting that your boyfriend has quite a kinky side that you haven’t gotten to tap into yet. but that’s quickly forgotten as he continues to lick your sweet spot. tongue fucking you for a little, then sucking on your clit. a nice little rotation that was driving you insane and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he sticks a finger inside of you.

“holy shit.” you gasp, and again you swear you can feel suga smirking against you but you don’t care, he’s earned his right to smirk. you find yourself grinding your hips against suga’s tongue and fingers, desperate to reach your high and suga clearly notices. he helps you out by adding a second finger and focusing his mouth just on your clit, which makes the most obscene noise leave your mouth.

“hm, you’re close aren’t you?” suga asks, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. you groan at the sudden lack of contact.

“well i was.” you say shortly, somewhat annoyed that you were just robbed of your release.

“don’t be mad bunny. i just want you to cum with my dick inside of you, not my fingers.” suga grins and your stomach churns. the way he had just said something so dirty with the most wholesome smile on his face did something to you, and you’re sure that was his intention. he pulls off his pants and boxers, his hard member slapping softly against his stomach. this isn’t the first time you’ve seen it but it still takes you by surprise as you watch him put on a condom and the urge to feel it inside of you takes over.

“please suga, i need it. now.” you beg, desperate to feel something again after the tease that suga just gave you.

“hm, what a good girl. begging for me and i didn’t even ask you to.” he smiles before slowly inserting himself into you. you both moan at the wave of pleasure that rushes over you while he slides himself all the way in. suga places one hand on the headboard to steady himself and uses the other to rub your clit with his thumb. his thrusts are slow enough for you to get used to his size without hurting you, but deep enough to make you moan desperately.

“mm, suga. you feel so good.” you sigh, your eyes shut in pleasure, head thrown back against the pillow and your mouth agape letting out more moans. this image alone makes it nearly impossible for suga not to bust right then and there but he holds back, wanting to make you climax first. he continues to rub your clit while simultaneously beginning to speed up his thrusts, earning positive feedback with your noises. he does this for another minute or two while also alternating between kissing you and your neck. before you know it, you’re gripping the sheets and arching your back off the bed, the most intense wave of pleasure coming over you as you quickly reach your orgasm. you’ve made yourself orgasm plenty of times before, but never like this.

“fuck suga, oh my god.” you breathe out, attempting to regain your composure while suga is beginning to lose his.

“that was so hot, you’re so hot.” his voice shakes and you can tell he’s close by how sloppy his thrusts are getting. he gets a few more pumps in before pulling out, yanking the condom off, and cumming all over your stomach with a deep moan of your name. his fingers grip onto your waist as he releases, and you watch the pretty face he makes as he begins to come back down.

suga collapses down beside you. “sheesh, i don’t think i’ve cum that hard ever.” he chuckles, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“yeah, me either.” you giggle, your mind still hazy from your own orgasm.

“hm, i’m glad. i hope i was able to make your first time meet your expectations.” suga says sweetly.

“oh baby, you exceeded them.”

akaashi

- you and akaashi have done sexual things before

- but you just haven’t been ready to fully go all the way yet, and akaashi is completely ok with that

- he’s patient and respects that you need time despite secretly wanting to just fully let go whenever you guys do anything sexual

- but he knows you’re a virgin and is aware that you’re a bit shy in regards to that

- so he doesn’t pressure you, not in the slightest which you appreciate deeply

- but one day your mindset completely changes and you’re just about ready to risk it all

you’re watching akaashi closely on the court. he’s doing amazing in today’s game. all of his sets are landing perfectly, helping the team earn some powerful spikes and rack up points. although you swore you were paying attention to the whole team, the truth is your eyes were glued to akaashi the whole time. something was hitting different about him today. maybe the way he was glowing with sweat from going all out? the way he was exuding confidence on the court after his team kept making points? you don’t know, but what you do know is that you want him and you want him now.

but unfortunately that can’t happen, so you patiently wait for the game to finish before you meet up with your exhausted yet triumphant boyfriend.

“great job today babe.” you say embracing the boy in a big hug, wrapping your arms around his neck while he gently rests his around your waist.

“haha thank you y/n, i’m drenched in sweat though. you never hug me when i’m sweaty like this.” he says with a raised eyebrow, wondering why the sudden change.

“honestly just needed to touch you.” you admit more to yourself than you do to him.

“oh?” he says noticing the look in your eyes. he’s seen that look before. the look you give because you’re too shy to say ‘fuck me.’

“so you really enjoyed watching me out there today huh?” he smiles, now knowing exactly what you want without you having to say a word.

“mhmm.” you hum, waiting for him to take the initiative as he usually does.

“i’ll take care of you when we get home.” he whispers into your ear and a shiver runs down your spine, you couldn’t wait.

the ride home seems antagonizingly long, but finally you arrive to yours and akaashi’s shared apartment. as soon as you’re within the doors of your home, the two of you are all over each other. lips attaching messily, tongue involved in no time. hands. hands everywhere. both of you feeling each other up, eager to feel the other’s touch. somehow you make it safely to the bedroom with no trips or stumbles, never disconnecting the kiss until you plop yourself down onto the bed, akaashi doing the same next to you.

“so what do you want? the usual? you want me to eat you out?” akaashi asks breathlessly.

“um, actually akaashi...” you trail off, a bit nervous to tell him what you want.

“what is it babe?” he asks, concern spreading over his face.

“i want to go all the way this time. i want you to take my virginity.” you say bluntly. akaashi’s mouth gapes open slightly at your words. he has been waiting for this day for who knows how long, and now that it’s here? he has no clue what to do with himself.

“are you sure?” is all he mutters.

“i’m one hundred percent positive.” you assure him.

he smiles at you cutely before kissing you again. slowing down the tempo now that he knows this will be a bit more of a serious ordeal. you like the slowness of the kiss though, feeling his lips pressing gently against yours while his hands rest on your hips. it gives you butterflies.

akaashi temporarily stops the kiss to move you farther up onto the bed so now your head is resting on the pillows. he wants you to be as comfortable as possible and figures this will help.

“comfortable?” he asks, just to make sure and you nod. he then takes off his shirt and you follow his lead, removing yours too. then goes your pants, and your underwear, and the two of you are left completely naked.

you blush at the sight of your boyfriend. you realize you’ve never seen him fully naked. you’ve either seen him with his shirt off, or with his pants off while you gave him head. but never at the same time. and he’s never seen you fully naked either. either with your shirt off, or your bottoms off. never both. so you both just take a moment to soak in the sights in front of you.

“you’re so stunning.”

“you’re so handsome.”

the two of you speak in unison and laugh at the coincidence.

“no seriously though y/n, you’re insanely beautiful.” akaashi says, scanning over your body.

“hm, thank you baby.” you hum and a huge grin takes over your face, and akaashi’s as well.

he then starts kissing your neck. leaving soft small pecks all over the exposed skin. that was his favorite thing to do because it tickles so you always giggle a little bit. half giggle, half moan, and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

“i know foreplay is important, but if i don’t fuck you now i’m not gonna make it.” akaashi admits agaist your neck, still placing kisses.

“that’s ok.” you laugh, “i’m already wet enough anyway.” you confess.

“shit, you are.” akaashi groans as he pulls away to peak at your pussy, which was currently glistening with your wetness. “that’s hot.” he mumbles more to himself than to you but you still smile anyway.

“are you sure you’re ready?” he asks again.

“i told you, i’m positive.” you reassure him.

with that, he positions himself at your entrance. his eyes are locked on your face, wanting to see your reaction as it goes in. he pushes himself in at a slow pace. a pace that would have been irritating to anyone with more experience, but for you it was perfect because the stretch you feel is very new. it hurts a little, but watching akaashi’s face and hearing his soft moan as he thrusts himself into you makes it all worth it.

“shit.” he groans once he’s all the way inside and you moan too, him hitting a spot that made your whole body tingle.

“right there, do that again akaashi.” you say and he does exactly that, earning another rich moan from your lips. he smiles at your noise, secretly trying to hold himself back from cumming just from that.

he continues to slowly thrust into you, purposely aiming to hit the spot that you like so much just so he can keep hearing your moans. he then watches you as you place your fingers on your clit, rubbing it expertly. his cock twitches at the view in front of him. you with your legs wide open with him deep inside you as you desperately rub yourself, looking up at him innocently. a complete contradiction to what the two of you are currently doing. and just as he thinks you can’t make it any harder for him not to cum you moan,

“akaashi, please go faster.” and he nearly passes out.

though he does not, and gives you exactly what you asked for. his thrusts increase in speed but he maintains his deep aim into your g spot and you feel yourself begin to tremble. he just watches in awe, knowing that you’re getting close to your limit.

“i-i’m close.” you moan, legs beginning to tighten around akaashi’s waist where you currently had them wrapped.

“cum for me y/n, please cum for me.” he says, partly wanting you to cum for your own pleasure and partly because he’s quite literally about to explode.

he can tell you’re there by the way your trembling gets slightly more aggressive and your moans get quite a bit louder and more consistent, and this brings him over the edge too. he quickly pulls out of you and cums on the bedsheets next to your body, the two of you panting as you come down from your highs.

“my god akaashi, if i would have known it’d be that good i would’ve asked you to take my virginity forever ago” you say and he laughs before showering your face in kisses.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When They Help You Revise For Your Exams ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

Your smile grew as you looked across to Minjun as he rewrote the notes that you had made, using the coloured pens that you had given him to use.

“I’m writing this, but none of it makes sense to me,” he laughed, looking over what he had written in confusion.

A smile came from you as you looked up from your book, “you don’t need to understand, I just need some revision cards made quickly to be able to revise from.”

“Surely this is too much work for you to do,” Minjun huffed, looking over how busy your desk was as you laid out all of your materials.”

“My lecturer says that I need to know all of this.”

Minjun’s head shook in shock, “but this is so much, that book must be a thousand pages at least.”

“Not quite,” you chuckled, checking how many pages were actually in the book, “although maybe you’re not quite as far off as I’d like you to be.”

Minjun continued to look across at you, “I know you’re going to ace this exam, seeing how much work you put in, it’s all bound to pay off for you.”

“I hope so, but there’s still so much for me to do and revise,” you informed him.

“We’ll get it done, don’t panic.”

Nichkhun:

Your eyes looked up as a chocolate bar and a coffee cup were placed beside you at your desk, smiling appreciatively to Nichkhun beside you.

“I dread to think of when you last had something proper to eat and drink,” he spoke, looking over what you were doing.

Your hand immediately reached out for the chocolate bar, “these are exactly what I needed, I’m beginning to feel as if I’m running out of energy a bit.”

“How’s the revision going?” Nichkhun asked with intrigue, studying you closely, “not stressing yourself out too much, are you?”

“I’m just doing what I need to do to pass this.”

Nichkhun smiled weakly, “I know that you want to pass, but don’t burn out in doing so Y/N.”

“I’m alright,” you tried your best to assure him, taking a large bite from the bar, “especially when I’ve got you here looking after me like this.”

Nichkhun nodded, although he was still a little sceptical, “I’ll be back in an hour or so to see if there’s anything else that you need to help you revise.”

“Thank you, your help is really appreciated,” you told him with a wide smile.

“Anything to help you pass.”

Taecyeon:

Your shoulders shrugged as Taecyeon asked you a question out of one of your textbooks, without the slightest clue as to what the answer could be.

“Let’s make a note of this to go back over and revise,” he suggested, picking up your pen and scribbling the topic down.

Your head shook as your hands ran through your hair, “I should know all of this by now, I’ve been revising nonstop for days, a simple question is all you asked.”

“Hey,” Taecyeon whispered, placing the book down and resting his hands against your arms, “you can’t beat yourself up over one question.”

“Why am I not remembering it? What’s going wrong?”

Taecyeon’s head shook, “nothing is going wrong, I just picked a subject that’s still a little foggy.”

“My exam is in two days,” you reminded Taecyeon, but unlike you he seemed a lot calmer, confident that you still would be brilliant at it.

His grip around you tightened, “you’re just nervous right now, that’s natural during exam season, but once you get into that classroom, you’ll know it.”

“I hope you’re right; failure is not an option with this,” you nervously whispered.

“You won’t fail, I know it.”

Wooyoung:

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Wooyoung lifted up your laptop and moved it away from your desk to stop you from being able to do any work.

“It’s about time you took a break,” Wooyoung told you, grabbing onto your hand, “you need this to revise well.”

Your head nodded back at Wooyoung, “I was just about to take a break,” you lied, but even he knew that you had no intention of getting any rest in you.

“You’ve worked all morning, time away will do you good,” Wooyoung told you, “we can order some food in if you fancy it.”

“That’ll take too long, I can’t break forever.”

Wooyoung’s head shook, “it’ll take an hour maximum, which is the perfect amount of time for you.”

“I’ve still got loads that I need to revise,” you tried your best to tell Wooyoung, but he wasn’t listening at all, keeping you where you were.

His smile was wide as you looked to him, “one hour, that’s all I ask. Give your brain some time to be human again and not a revising robot.”

“I’ll take an hour off, but that really is it, whether food is here or not,” you replied.

“I’ll order quick to be sure.”

Junho:

Your head nodded as Junho held up your revision poster on the wall, making sure that he stuck it exactly where you wanted it to revise from.

“You’re going to have no wall left soon,” Junho teased as he looked over the number of posters that you had up.

A chuckle came from you as you looked over too, “I can keep looking up to revise doing this, even as I fall asleep, I can read through what the posters say.”

“You’re supposed to sleep when you go to bed, not revise,” Junho reminded you, the worry that he had for you evident in his voice.

“I’ll be alright, it’s only for three weeks.”

His lips pursed together, “I can’t lie, I’ll be glad once these exams are done to stop you stressing.”

“Me too,” you chuckled, handing him another poster, “I just hope the time that I’ve put into doing these translates to some great grades for me.”

Junho smiled widely back to you, “I couldn’t be more confident, seeing how hard you’ve worked, there’s no way that you won’t do great.”

“Don’t jinx me now,” you warned Junho as he stuck the poster next to the other one.

“I’ll be quiet from now on.”

Chansung:

A chuckle came from Chansung as he read through your revision cards, stunned by all of the information that you needed to remember for your exam.

“I never had to remember this much when I sat my exams,” Chansung teased, placing the cards back on your desk.

Your eyes rolled as you looked back at him, “I thought you were going to help me revise, if you want to be annoying then I’m better just revising by myself.”

“Sorry,” he replied, holding his hands up, “but as your brother, it’s my duty to try and tease you about how much harder you have to work.”

“Chansung, I am so close to punching you.”

His head nodded with a chuckle, “it seems that my plan is working, go on, punch me if you want.”

“What are you on about?” You frowned, getting more and more frustrated as you lost out on valuable revision time because of him.

His smile continued to widen, “I’ve managed to distract you from revising for a little while, I think that’s what you need the most right now, a break.”

“How is winding me up helping me to take a break?” You asked him in confusion.

“It’s what brothers do.”

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lexacoolfox · 2 years

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Are your requests open,,??

If so, then maybe can I get a s/o who acts like Stolas with Tanjiro(?) if possible?? And both of them start off as enemies, s/o being a demon and Tanjiro being a demon slayer-.

If don't know how Stolas acts like, I'll place it here.

Stolas is from Helluva Boss, and his personality is; “ Stolas appears to be narcissistic, decadent, exigent, and has a regal quality about himself. His house appears quite large containing many pictures of himself along with his clothing around him and he complains of being lonely. ”

You can of course not do this, if you don't feel comfortable writing it/don't feel comfortable doing so.

I have watched helluva boss. Even though the show is not my cup of tea. I do know stolas and the way he acts. So I’ll still do it. Just no nsfw stuff.

So you were a strange demon. You actually didn’t eat people. But you did crave their company, you still looked very human.

You created a hotel and would trap humans there. But you would just talk to them for hours.

You often praised yourself to your captives. In your hallways you had pictures of yourself.

You were also incredibly rich. Hence how you were able to create the hotel.

After a little while you let your captives go with barely any memory. Cause they bored you.

One day a demon slayer with red hair and a demon came to your hotel looking for what you can only guess was you.

He was cute and totally was your type, beside the part were he was a demon slayer.

“Hello, little demon slayer.”

“You! Where are those people you’ve captured!”

“If you think I’m going to eat them…I’m not. I’m just so lonely~”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Aw~ your so cute when you look serious.”

His face turned red from embarrassment and anger. He ran to attack you but you didn’t have any intentions of dying yet.

The two of you had a game like hide and seek tag.

You only got mad when he would find your ‘guest’ and would free them

“Hey don’t release my guest! I wasn’t done talking to them yet!”

“They are not your guest. They are captives! People you hold here against their will!”

You clap your hands together twice and your knights came to life

“Gentlemen please escort this man out the hotel!”

Next thing he know he is thrown out by knights and slams the doors.

This repeated a couple of more times.

“Go somewhere else!”

“No! Not until I cut your head from your body!”

“Why are you so determined to kill me! I’m not even hurting anyone!”

“Your keeping people here! Even when they wish to leave!”

“I don’t want to be alone again!”

You shouted which shocked him and you started crying. Tanjiro did feel bad for you, so he put away his sword and apologized.

Since you haven’t actually hurt anyone, he believed that’s it’s wrong to kill you, so he made an agreement with you.

He explained how you can’t just keep people at your hotel just because your lonely, it’s not right.

“If you want I can visit you once in a while and hangout with you.”

“Really! You’ll do that!”

“Yeah!”

“Oh thank you thank you!”

And that’s how it all started, tanjiro would often visit you to 1. Hold up his end of the agreement 2. To make sure you aren’t holding anyone there against their will. Which you weren’t.

You two actually got along great, he did appreciate the meals you would give him and what nice hospitality you show him. He praised you very often which makes your day.

You got along with his sister pretty well. You allow her to run around your hotel and enjoy herself. Your hotels don’t have a lot of windows just on or two in a guest room.

Tanjiro did ask you how you made so much money. Then you went to say

“Well let’s see, when a good friend of mine was still alive, he made extraordinary vases. But he was always to shy to ask anyone to buy them. I became the seller of those vases, cause he said I was hot and very outgoing. So we started a bit of a business. We became very rich, but I was turned into a demon and he slowly died years later. He left in his will that most of the money was to go to me and a little bit goes to his family. I got so much because in his will he said he wouldn’t have so much money if it wasn’t for my help. I really miss him, you remind me of him sometimes. Maybe that’s why I enjoy your company so much!”

You fell for tanjiro when he kept visiting you and spending time with you. He was also just some much fun to tease and fluster. His pure heart just made him so much cuter. You also just love to listen to his stories.

He started to fall for you as well. Beside being very self-absorbed. You were actually quite nice. He appreciated the hospitality you showed him when he would visit and how you would make sure he was doing fine.

You were the one to confess first. And he accepted it.

He started visiting you more often and when I gets dark you two would go on walks together as dates.

You were also very clingy. You loved cuddles and kisses.

When he would sleep at your hotel you would crawl into his bed and snuggle with him, also falling asleep.

When he would come back from slaying demons he will sometimes bring back little trinkets or clothing.

Your flirting doubled when you guys got together.

You had to start traveling with tanjiro when Muzan found you and destroyed your hotel.

You were devastated, you had so many clothes and paintings ruined. Your money wasn’t their but hidden in a safe place.

Now your with tanjiro almost constantly always being flirty and loving.

When you meet the hashira you weren’t to happy with them. You would glare at them, well some of them. Not all of them.

You kept Nezuko company when tanjiro was training maybe taking a nap with her or braiding her hair.

You and tanjiro agreed that when Tamayo finds a cure to turn a human back into a demon that you and Nezuko would be the first patients to be cured.

That sounded wonderful living in a demon-free world with tanjiro.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #anime #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro x reader #kimetsu tanjiro #tanjiro kamado #demon slayer tanjiro

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fwkei · 3 years

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Remember...?

Draken x fem!reader (mainly fluff slight angst)

Finally got my first request yall 🥳 I couldn’t strictly follow the request like i wanted to but i hope thats alright, the gist is still there. anyways thank you sm for it and i hope you enjoy

TW/CW: Mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex work

WC: 7k (omg the most ive ever written🙆🏻‍♀️)

Note: I changed my writing style a bit for this request so i hope yall don’t mind! and again i dont read my stuff over so my apologies if theres any mistakes lmao

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You sat on the street, overheating as you watched the ‘heat waves’ coming off the ground. You held your hair up with one of your hands since you had nothing to tie it with, while the other held a lukewarm water bottle. You sighed, you felt so anxious and frustrated.

What now?

You thought letting your mouth part due to your heavy breathing

You took things too fast. It had been about 3 weeks since you left your parents ‘home’ and why did you leave? Well there were a number of reasons that are a bit too much to list, but all that matters now is that you’re completely and utterly on your own.

You only managed to scavenge small jobs here and there to get some money to buy some basic necessities but nothing more.

“Sorry Y/n, my niece is coming down to Tokyo and I told her she could have a job here and stay at the studio above...I’m gonna have to let go. I’m sorry.” said your boss to you only a couple hours ago, with pity filled eyes

“...No it’s fine really! I understand.Thank you for taking me in while you could.” you said bowing your head at the man, biting your inner cheek trying to keep a level head

“I’m happy you understand. You can leave your apron and hat on the cashier. On your way out.” he said patting your shoulder as you slowly brought your head up

“Right..” you said taking off your apron and hat as you walked slowly to the cashier, placing it down

You brought your hands to your temples out of stress, trying to figure out what you could do now. You only had very little money, and there was a heat wave striking Japan this week. At least your boss allowed you to live and pay rent in the small studio right above his store, which had an AC, but now that was for his niece.

This had been the first time in a while where you had no idea what to do. You had always been the type of person to be able to take care of yourself and your problems..on your own. All your life since you can remember, you always had to be the one to take care of others, not that you mind or minded...but you were only so young. You never really had a childhood, at least not that you can remember. You do remember cleaning up after your parents who lost all will just to even... parent. You remember taking jobs as a babysitter at a really young age in your apartment complex to make some money.. You remember being the reliable older kid of your school and complex, where kids would come to you asking for help with things like homework all the way to buying something for them to eat because they were hungry. Not once did you ever say no, because you really did want to be there for those kids who’s parents didn’t give them the care they needed. But it just became too much.. You ended up spending all of your saved up money on them, just so they could have something to play with or something to eat.

Before you even realized it, you were in your last year of high school, with no money saved over, no scholarships, no one to rely on but yourself. Not even a friend. Was it really the right thing to do? Use all your money that you worked so hard for to help kids he lived next door? Or just plain stupid? You knew you couldn't support them forever...but you tried so hard to. All you wanted was to give them a childhood they never had, and someone to look up too. But now you left them. All because you were frustrated. You felt so unbearably guilty. All the work you put into your studies to get at least some type of scholarship just went to waste because you couldn't handle your life anymore. You were being so so so stupid.

Before you even knew it, the sun was going down, and you grew even more tired and sleepy. You signed, taking a jacket out of your bag and placing it on the ground so you could rest your head on it. You brought your hands to cushion your cheek as your eyes started to close. The air finally got a little cooler making it easier to breathe and well...do anything.

As you were falling asleep you could hear chatter and laughing, and finally a tap on your shoulder waking you up. You cringed your eyes before opening them up more to see 2 women. One had blonde hair and the other had pinkish hair. They looked older than you, maybe in their 20’s. One held a bag and the other held a bottle of wine with two glasses, they bent down so their heads could be closer to yours. After examining you for a bit they turned to each other and smiled happily before turning back their gaze to your confused face.

“Hey?” you said sitting up more, a little startled by the intimate contact they were giving you

“Hey there, say...what’s a pretty girl like you sleeping on the street for?” asked the girl with pinkish hair that was tied into pigtails

“I uh..don’t have a place right now so..” you said scratching your head

“Really? Hmmm.” said he one with blonde hair

“How old are you? And what’s your name? I think we can help you out! Woman to woman!” said the pink haired girl smiling sweetly making you feel fuzzy at their niceness

“18, and it’s Y/n.” you said smiling nervously

“Nice to meet you Y/n, I’m Remi, this is Rema, my twin sister.” said the pink haired girl pointing to the blonde as she waved sweetly

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too..!” you said bringing your hands to your thighs smiling

“So did you just turn 18?” asked Rema

“Sorta, 2 months ago, why?” you asked

“Oh good!” they both said

“Well, it’s your choice really. One of the girls left today, and the boss sent us to scout another girl to take her place, buttt we just went to buy food with no intentions of finding someone but luckily we just found you! It’s perfect!” said Remi

“Oh? What work?” you asked getting excited

“Oh silly, we live in a brothel! It’s really not all that bad you know, great pay and rooms...so what do you think?” asked Rema

“A brothel..” you said under your breath

Your mind was in a serious state of concentration.

It can’t be all that bad, right? You just have to please people and go on with your day so… that’s what i've been doing my whole life… plus… there's a bunch of women in those things right? I probably won't get too much attention from customers if there's sweethearts like Remi and Rema walking around...so...just for the time being… I think it could really work out in my favor.

You thought to yourself

You brought your head up, giving the girls a closed eyes smile before shaking your head ‘yes’ making them jump in excitement.

“Oh good!” yelled Remi grabbing your hands

“I’m so excited! We haven't had a new girl in years! How do you think Ken will react?” asked Rema smiling as you 3 all started to walk

“Ken?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows at the familiar name

“Oh right, We’ll have to introduce you to him and everyone else tomorrow. He’s the bosses foster kid..I think you two are actually the same age.” said Rema bringing her pointer finger to her chin

“Mhm mhm! Oh and since you're new, tomorrow I will take your pictures for the board, you can borrow one of my sets till you can afford to buy one for yourself, how does that sound Y/n?” asked Remi smiling and holding your hand

“It sounds..great! Thank you so much.” you said bowing your head slightly

“No worries! Hopefully the boss will take you in.” said Remi patting your head

“Yeah..” you said as you 3 continued to walk to the brothel

You couldn't seem to get your mind off of that familiar name..Ken? You swore you knew someone named that. It definitely wasn't a popular name so it’s not like you knew it from some type of T.V program.. After thinking hard your whole way to your new home you couldn't seem to remember them. The person named Ken. And so you decided to brush it off for the time being.

The brothel was pretty big, and consisted of 12 girls, not including yourself. It was really late so everyone was asleep. Remi and Rema showed you to your room which was much more spacious than your room at home. They told you that you were allowed to decorate it and style it however you wanted. But they told you it was important to know that this was the room where business would be done, and not to leave important things around since some of the men came into brothels for the sole purpose of stealing. Remi even told you a story about how one of her clients tried to steal one of her panites, but then the boy named Ken stopped him by knocking him out with one punch to the stomach.

“He sounds strong-” you laughed as they gave you a small tour

“He sure is! Like the bodyguard of this place! He’s a sweetheart!” said Remi smiling

“I’m sure..!” you smiled

“Alright that’s about it, you should shower now and get ready for tomorrow. The boss will probably wanna take a look at you before seeing if he wants you. But I'm sure he will! You're pretty so it’ll go smoothly!” said Remi handing you her shower stuff for you to use for tonight and a set

“Got it, and again...thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” you said again

“Of course! Remember..we’re neighbors so feel free to knock whenever you need something..Also I can give you some tips before your first client so you know what to do.” she said smiling

“Right, goodnight then!..” you said feeling your face get hot at how she so easily talked about sex.

After that, you did exactly as she said, you showered. You thoroughly washed your body, face, and hair. Getting out you looked down at the set Remi gave you. It was just a black bra and matching panties with a silk cover up which made you feel better knowing you could cover up with that.

You rubbed your mouth as you started to rethink your decision. I mean...you respected sex workers..but was this life what you were willing to settle for? Aimlessly waiting around for some random horny man to choose you and do things with you just for you to get only 40% of the payment? Was this all really worth it? Leaving home to avoid your problems...to end up here? You were grateful, yes, Remi and Rema were so sweet and open with you. You could only hope that the others were just as nice. You really wanted things to go well, and that can only start with some good rest.

You woke up to a knock on your door, to see Remi and Rema walking in with a smile

“Morninggg!” they sang as you quickly got out of bed

“Hi!” you said frantically

“No need to rush! Usually men start coming in at 10, but since you don't work here officially yet you got to sleep in a bit! But the boss called for you, you should go to the set up room down the hall to get ready, remember it?” asked Rema

“Yeah I do. Thank you for waking me-!” you said smiling and grabbing your stuff and shoes

“Course, good luck Y/n!” they said as you quickly walked out of your room to get ready

As you walked in, there were a few other girls getting ready. You smiled and introduced yourself to them, and them to you. They were all so nice and pretty. It made you feel a little bit better about being here, and less nervous since they complimented your looks. You got ready in about 10 minutes, letting one of the other girls help you out with your hair and stuff like that. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before stepping out and waving to the girls ‘bye.’

You nervously walked to the boss's door. You took a deep breath before knocking. You heard a muffled ‘come in!’ so you walked in smiling while holding your covering close. You gave a nervous closed eyes smile before seeing his office was simple, just a desk with a bunch of papers and a chair on the other side.

“Y/n, correct?” he asked placing down his paper and taking off his glasses to look at you

“Yes.” you said smiling

“Pleasure-” he said leaning over the desk to shake your hand

“Likewise.” you said smiling, shaking his hand firmly before sitting down

“Well, I’m sure Remi and Rema told you just about everything you need to know, I take 60% of your earrings, I use that stuff to pay for rent and bills for you girls and my kid… which usually takes up about 30% of that 60%, meaning you make a profit of 40, while I make only a profit of 30 per girl.” he said

“Yeah, I was told.” you said smiling nervously fiddling with your hands

“Good good, now that that's over with..” he said getting up ad signing

“I’m just gonna take a look at you, no need to be nervous I’m not gonna touch you or anything, so please don’t feel worried.” he said smiling

“Right!” you said getting up

“Alright just do a quick 360 with arms up.” he said smiling

“Okay.” you said doing as he said

He looked you up and down but not in a lustful way at all, it was more of like a ‘just seeing how you’ll hold up’ kinda look, almost like he was a bit worried for you.

“Thank you-” he said sitting back down as you did the same feeling nervous

“I was also told you’re 18? Right?” he asked looking down at his papers

“Yeah that's right.” you said

“Well I don't usually have this talk with the other woman because they're older. I know the age of consent in Japan is 16 and blah blah, but you’re still pretty young, are you sure you wanna work like this?” he asked looked into your eyes

“...Not entirely but it’s the best I can do right now.” you said with a determined face

“I see- we’ll then welcome, and just remember you can leave whenever you want, but give a 2 weeks notice. When Remi is done, ask her to take your picture.” he said

“Understood, thank you!” you said said smiling and leaving

You walked out of the room, closing the door carefully signing in relieve

That went pretty well.

You thought

You started to walk down the hall so that you could ask Remi to take your picture. But when you put your ear to the door, you heard lewd noises letting you know she wasn’t done just yet. It was already 5, and the brothel closes at 10. You didn’t really know what to do, so you walked over to the kitchen, sitting down at one of the stools waiting for Remi and or Rema to finish up with their work. You tapped the pen that was on the table and started to look around the kitchen. You remembered Remi told you there were snacks in the cabinets, so you got up and started to open and close them one by one to find something to eat. You finally found a cabinet filled instant ramen, you grabbed one and started to pour water into it, popping it into the microwave that was on the counter top. You stood in front of it waiting, playing with the loose strings of you covering when suddenly you heard the door open.

“I’m home.” said the tall boy with dark hair tied back to reveal a dragon tattoo on the side of his head

Is this Ken?

You thought as the microwave beeped, making his eyes turn to you

You quickly shot your eyes to the microwave, hoping he didn’t notice your stare. He looked so familiar it was almost irritating how you couldn’t remember him. You took the hot cup out of the microwave, placing it down on the counter top, ignoring his presence as he walked over, placing down the plastic bag in his hand, noticing your frustrated face trying to figure out where the utensils are.

“Left of the sink are where they are.” he said sitting down on the stool across from you after looking at your face a bit

“Thank you.” you said smiling nervously turning around to grab a pair of chopsticks

“Are you new here?” he asked taking out a styrofoam box from the plastic bag, opening it to reveal a hot meal of meat and rice and vegetables

“Yeah..I was supposed to start today but I don’t have my pictures taken yet.” you said smiling turning back to mix your noodles

“Could you grab me a pair too?” he asked realizing he forgot to take a pair of chopsticks from the restaurant

“Sure-” you said turning back quickly to grab some for him, placing it in his hands as he gave you a soft smile making your eyes widen slightly.

“You look familiar..” you both said at the same time making both your eyebrows raise in shock then turn into a slight scoff from the both of you

“Glad we’re on the same page then.” he said taking a bite of his food as you did the same still standing

“You know you can sit down, don’t feel nervous.” he said looking up you slightly

“..yeah.” you said smiling, walking around and sitting next to him.

“So when’d you come?” he asked turning his head slightly to see your mouth filled with noodles making him smile a bit

“..I came by last night, really late with Remi and Rema.” you said after finishing your bite

“I see...I feel like I remember you from somewhere, can’t pinpoint it though.” he said looking back down at his food

“Same here, and you must be Ken though, right? When I first heard your name I swore the same thing but I just can’t remember..” you said before sipping some of the broth of your soup

“Yeah, but you can call me Draken and your name?” he asked getting up to grab a napkin from across the table

“Draken...sure! Oh right, my bad. It’s Y/n. Nice to meet you-” you said smiling holding your hand out for him to shake

He only completely shot up to look into your eyes with his wide ones. You gave him a confused look as you watched him get knocked out of his thoughts, bring his hand up to shake your hand before clearing his throat and walking back over to sit. Maybe you struck a nerve? Maybe had the same name as someone who hurt him in the past? You really didn’t know but it made you feel interested. He looked like he just had his life flash before his eyes or something.

“Are you okay?” you asked

“Uh yeah, I’m fine. My head just hurts a bit.” he said looking as if he was deep in thought

“Oh? I have some tylenol in my room.. You want one? Or I can make you a cold drink, you’re probably dehydrated?” you asked smiling a bit

Draken turned his head to look at you, his mouth was parted, and he just looked so..anxious? You couldn’t even tell, almost like congested because he wanted to say something.

Draken felt his heartbeat quicken when he heard your name. As soon as you said it, a random memory that was buried deep in the back of his mind hit him as he quickly re-lived it. But could it really be you? The Y/n he knew from so so so long ago? Around 10 years ago? There could be no way, he remembers the girl moving to a different city..the chances were so low that it could really be you already.

But the second you said those words.. Those words of offering to make something for him, or give him something, despite you thinking you only just met him...Made him know that it was really the Y/n he met when he was only a little boy...but how the hell did you turn up here? In a place and part of town like this? He was so confused and just wanted to ask you...but you still didn’t remember him.

“..No I’m alright, thanks..can I ask you somethin-” said Draken before being interrupted

“Y/n!! Come on, let's take your pictures!” yelled Remi coming out of her room waving as a man walked out too buttoning his shirt

“Sorry, just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later.” you said smiling and standing up and walking over to Remi

Draken watched you as you walked away. He saw Remi give you a hug, and the man that was walking out checked you out to which Draken gave him a pissed off look. Making the man smile nervously, wave, and leave.

Do you really wanna live your life like this, Y/n?

He thought to himself before packing up his trash and throwing it away

Remi took your pictures, telling you to do different poses etc, and you finally settled on one. You walked over to the front of the house to place your picture in its designated area above your name. You signed, stepping back to look at it, fixing your gaze to see Draken was walking over with his hands in his pocket, looking as he was going to leave. You saw him glance at the photo making you feel slightly embarrassed.

“Nice.” he said smiling but looking into your eyes in a way where it looked like he was concerned for you.

Just as you were about to thank him a man walked in and started looking at you making you feel nervous. The man requested you, and so you smiled at him pointing your hand to where the showers were, as you started to walk behind him, you turned your hand giving a thumbs up to Draken with a nervously flushed face, smiling, as he he brought his hand up giving you a thumbs up with soft and concerning eyes before opening the door and leaving. It made your smile fade slightly, you’ve seen that face before from him. But not from today.. And it was all you could think about during your work.

As you laid in your room, after work you couldn’t help but feel a little bit...stupid? You felt so unsatisfied, not because of your customers but because you just couldn’t remember. It felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch hard enough, and with every interaction you had with the boy almost felt like a tease, like the itch just became more itchy and your scratches just became more weak. Maybe if you spend more time with him, you’ll remember?

It had been about 4 weeks, 4 weeks of saving your money, and every 4 weeks the boss collected his fair share of the cut. It wasn’t a pretty 4 weeks, it was probably the worst 4 weeks of your life. But... you and Draken would often exchange stories about your lives late at night which you enjoyed a lot. It always makes you feel better. But yet again you still couldn't figure him out. You felt as though you’ve met him before, and as though you two have had these kinds of talks before.

Draken only grew more and more helpless, seeing how you still haven’t remembered. He was slowly watching your life crumble. He felt so angry that you settled and believed you deserved to live like this, barely scraping by. He felt so awful, and saw how you grew so tired of it all. He just so badly wanted you to remember him, so that he could once again talk to you like he did before.

You had one last customer before closing, going through your usual routine, this n that, the man offered you a drink. You stupid obliged drinking it, hoping it would make your time more enjoyable but you were wrong, so very wrong, and so very stupid for drinking that stupid drink. You remember some parts, you did your job, then it all went black.. You woke up after hearing knocking on your door. You jumped out of bed, confused. You remember seeing the man leave as you started to fall asleep but that's about it. Usually you never fall asleep after the work because you never do much, your mind started to panic. But the door opened revealing Remi smiling.

“Hey sleepy! Boss says it’s your turn, come on, get your cash!” she said smiling

“Right let me just..it’s in my drawer..I don't know why I fell asleep so fast I think alcohol makes me sleepy.” you said getting out of bed and kneeling in front of your drawer to get the envelope of cash you had been saving.

“Heh, same here. I never accepted drinks from clients..they never had good intentions with that!” she said coming over and sitting at your bed

“..yeah.” you said starting to feel that panic arise in your body when seeing the envelope was...gone.

“What's wrong?” asked Remi noticing you were frozen

“I- the money..It’s gone..he took it..” you said with wide eyes feeling as though you were about to sob realizing you had just lost thousands of yen.

“Don’t say that..it..it probably just got misplaced! Come on, I'll help you look!” said Remi getting up

You couldn't even respond because of the amount of panic you were in. Your heart was racing and you felt tears fall from your eyes. After about 15 minutes of looking, you two found nothing. Absolutely nothing. You sat on the floor with your hand over your mouth, again, trying to keep a level head.

What now..?

You thought to yourself feeling hot tears stream from your face.

“Hey..guys? Boss is calling for you Y/n..what’s going on?” asked Rema walking in seeing you covering your face, crying

“She was robbed by the guy who just left, he put something in her drink to knock her out while he looked around and took the money...she doesn’t have the money.” said Remi

Rema’s mouth parted in shock and pity.

How could you mess up something so easy? All you had to do was keep your money safe. But you even failed at that.

“You have to tell him, Y/n.” said Rema rubbing your back

“Yea..yeah, could you two just give me a second? I’ll be right out.” you said smiling while wiping your face

“Sure.” they said frowning and walking out

You fisted your hands, and grabbed your covers before screaming into them to muffle your sounds..

Okay..it was a couple of thousand yen...not too bad right? I can promise the money by tomorrow..I’ll pick up some sort of street job...yeah! That’s good. Everything is fine..it’s fine.

You thought to yourself before wiping your face on more time and slapping both sides of your cheeks to wake you up.

You got up and walked to the bosses door feeling the eyes of people on your back. You knocked on the door before opening it slowly, refusing to make eye contact as you went to stand in front of the man with your arms behind your back.

“Alrighttt, let’s see here, in the last four weeks you had a total of 37 customers, so you should have around 300,000 yen, correct?” he asked looking at his paper

“Yes.” you said still looking down

“Alright, just hand it to me so I can count and divide it, you can sit.” he said smiling holding his hand out

“I..I don-” you said before being interrupted by a knock

“Come in.” he said

“Hey sorry dad, Y/n left her money with me while she went out. Thought I should bring it to her. Remember, Y/n?” said Draken walking in with an envelop in his hand smiling as he came to stand next to you, as you nodded your head ‘yes’

“Oh, thank you Ken.” he said smiling and taking the envelop

Your mouth parted as you gave a confused look, Draken only smiled and gave you a thumbs up while his dad counted the money. You felt so guilty and shocked, and all you could do was just stand there, like an idiot.

“Here you are...120,000 back..” he said, patting the money on the table to make it flat, putting it back into the envelope and handing it to you

You hesitantly brought your hand to grab it, glancing over at Draken who gave you small smile

“Thank you-” you said to him seeing Draken was already opening the door to leave

You quickly followed after him as he walked into his room. Before entering his room he turned around and looked down at you

You felt your eyes soften as you felt as though you were about to cry again, you tilted your head and neck down biting the inside of your cheek to keep in your cry.

“I promise I’ll pay all of it back by tomorrow, all 300,000.” you said

“Do you ever give yourself a break?” he asked as you brought your head up to look at him seeing he looked almost irritated

“You didn’t even ask why I did it, you just immediately jumped to feeling guilty. And you don’t need to pay me back. Really.” he said bringing his hand to close to the door, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrist making his breath hitch

“Why?” you asked looking into his eyes

“You still don’t remember? Even after all this time we’ve spent together?” he asked smiling as you took your hand off his wrist

“Remember...?” you asked furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, but then it suddenly hit you

“I swear it wasn’t me! I didn't steal!” yelled a little boy with blonde hair as two cops stood in front of him

You tilted your head and walked closer, but still keeping your distance to hear. It was a winter day and you were on your way to the corner store to buy some snacks, but you were met with an interesting scene. You kept your hands in your pockets as you listened over to the boy screaming and pleading his innocence

“I wouldn’t steal something so stupid! What would a kid like me need a lighter for!! I don’t know how it ended up in my pocket! Lay off!” he yelled as the officer dangled the lighter in front of his face

A lighter?

“Keep it down! We know how troubled you kids are here! Especially with those tattoos!” yelled back the cop as the boy grew angry and fisted his hands, ready to punch the cop

“Hey!!!” he heard a voice yelled

“Hey wait a minute!” you yelled waving your hand smiling as you ran to the scene

“Can we help you?” asked one of the cops in a soft tone

The blonde boy grew quiet, and you saw his hands loosen as he looked at your smiling face

“Yeah, why are you two yelling at my brother?” you asked furrowing your brows at the two grown man

“...Your so-called brother stole a lighter from the corner store right behind you, where are your parents? We would like to have a word with them.” he said standing up straight

“Yeah, and talk about how they let their son tattoo himself already..” said one under his breath making the other laugh

You looked over at the boy growing angry, you gave him a smile..making him calm down.

“He said it was just an accident, I asked him to pick up a lighter from the store so that we could light a candle at our father’s grave! See!” you said digging into your bag to pull out a candle

“He probably felt pressured because I asked him to get it, so if you’re gonna get mad at someone, get mad at me!” you said as you started to fake cry

“It’s our father's death anniversary, and you're yelling at kids for making a mistake.” you faked cried

“Yeah!!” yelled the boy making you smile under your hands as the two officers became anxious, feeling bad for what they had just done.

“..we’re sorry. Please let us apologize.” they said slightly bowing at you two

“I don’t think we can accept it...you two also made fun of the dragon tattoo on his head!...dragons were our dads favorite animal. He risked his life fighting for Japan and you two are laughing at him! Is that how your mother taught you how to behave?” you asked pretending to wipe you tears as the blonde boy watched you in awe seeing you toy with grown men

“Please let us treat you both to whatever you’d like from the corner store as an apology!” they both said bowing lower making you smile and look back at the boy. You gave him a thumbs up as a smile grew on his face

“Fine..come on then?” you said as both the officers raised their heads, opening the doors of the corner store for you both

You and the blonde boy walked around the store, filling your baskets with all types of things. The blonde boy watched you in just pure awe as you walked around picking your favorite snacks, as he did the same, glancing at you every now and then.

“Here.” you said smiling at the cops

“Right!” they said frantically taking out their wallets as the boy placed down his stuff nervously, still watching you

“Oh and-” you said reaching your hand to grab the lighter from the officer and placing it into the bunch of snacks

You smiled, your hands were behind your back as you watched the officers pay for yours and the boys' food, placing them into bags for you guys too. You grabbed the lighter and your bag, as the boy did the same

“Mom told us to meet her at the cemetery steps, remember?” you said looking into the boys eyes

“..yeah, I remember.” he said smiling feeling his face become hot

“Let’s go then.” you said smiling and taking his hand as you two ran out of the store

After a bit you two stopped and sat on the curbside while you both chose a snack to eat.

“Here’s your lighter, you don’t have to stay with me by the way.” you said handing him the steel lighter

“..Thanks” he said

“Sure- what do you need it for anyway?” you asked smiling

“My boss asked for it.” he said putting it in his pocket

“Oh, are you in some type of delinquent group?” you asked looking at him

“Yeah..” he said smiling

“That's cool, what do you guys do?” you asked taking a sip of your drink

“We kinda just...like...do stupid stuff and fight..” he said

“Sounds fun, but...stupid.” you said laughing making him scoff

“Why’d you do it?” he asked

“Do what?” you asked back turning you gaze to him

“Come in to cover me. You could’ve gotten in a lot of trouble because of me.” he said with a frustrated face

“You’re right, I just wanted to, that's all.” you said smiling making his mouth part and cheeks redden

“You seem pretty fun too so I thought we could be friends or something..” you said nervously

“Yeah! Sure- We can be friends!” he said happily making you feel flustered

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, my name is Y/n, yours?” you asked holding over your hand

“Ken, but you can call me Draken-” he said taking ahold of your hand gently as you gave him a closed eyed smile blushing

“where the hell did you find that candle and com up with that whole sob story Y/n?”

“Dunno, I saw the candle on the ground by a newspaper, I kinda just winged it- “

After that day you remember hanging out with Draken almost every other day. You remember him telling you how he and his close friends started their own gang and needed some sort of funding, and so you gave it to him, on his birthday.

“I saved up! You said that you and your friends needed some money to start off so that you guys could buy a flag or banner? Right? Well, here’s 30,000 yen for your birthday!” you said handing him an envelope and a small balloon.

“Are-are you serious right now Y/n?” he asked taking the gifts, opening the envelope to look inside to see the money as his eyes lit up

“Yeah, I babysit more kids now so I was able to put some aside for you.” you said smiling satisfied with his reaction

He didn’t even say anything, all he did was bring his arms around you upper body, hugging you tight making you laugh as you brought yours to hug him back

“Thank you- you’re the best! The guys will be so happy!” he said smiling while grasping your wrists in excitement. Your eyes traced over his face as they soften. You smiled.

“Likewise.”

And- after that, you remember the day you 2 separated as friends. You both sat on the curbside, you remembered you called him to come and see you. It was a winter night and the sun was going down.

“I uh..well I don’t really know how to say this without sounding cliche but-”

“What? Are you gonna confess that you’re madly in love with me or something?” he asked grinning, making you sweat drop

“Jeez be quiet...I’m trying to make this a memorable moment-” you signed smiling, placing your palms on the cold cement

“Alright let’s hear it then Y/n-!” he said bringing his hands to the back of his head as he laid down looking up at the stars

You only frowned slightly, you shifted your position so that you could sit beside him and have a good look at his face.

“You’re scaring me..” he said jokingly making you smile

“It was really fun the past year.” you said smiling as Draken shot his head up to look at you face to face

“The hell are you talking like that for?” he asked furrowing his brows

“My parents can’t afford living in any districts in Tokyo anymore, so we’re moving to another city… about 4 hours train ride from Tokyo so-” you said looking down at your hands on the floor

“So? You act like I won't be able to come and see you or you come and see me..” he said ducking his head a bit so that you could look at him

“Draken, train tickets are about 220 yen per person, I can't afford it, and if you came by to see me I'd feel guilty because you’d be wasting your money just to only see me for like an hour.” you said

“How can I be wasting my money on you? It’s not wasting if I wanna do it and see you, plus what makes you think it'll only be a couple hours?” he asked

“I’ll have to start working once we get there, so I wouldn’t have anytime...I wanna start saving so that one day I can come back to Tokyo and live here, so that I can see your dream come true of helping your friend create a ‘new era of delinquents’ you know? I’ll even help you guys if you want with financial stuff or something.” you said smiling at him

Draken bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to tell you so bad how he felt but..

“Look, I have a feeling I know what you’re gonna say..just remember what you wanted to say and tell me later, okay?” you said placing your hand on top of his causing his eyes to widen

“...You’ll remember me, right?” he asked looking into your eyes deeply making your mouth part

“Yeah, I’ll remember you as long as you remember what you wanted to tell me. Cause I feel the same” you said smiling as a tear fell from your eyes

“good...I will.” he said smiling back and tilting his head and wiping it off your face

After the memories hit you, you stood there with wide eyes and tears, with your wrist covering your quivering mouth. You had completely suppressed your memories of Draken, and your feelings because you knew you wouldn't be able handle being apart from him for so long. And he did the same. You couldn’t imagine how unbearable it was for him to be waiting up like this. You looked up at him seeing his eyes were softly looking at you. You could do nothing but bring your arms around him hugging him, as he brought his arms around you to do the same. You were still such in shock.

“I never thought you’d end up in a place like this, living a life like this.” he said against your ear

“I don’t wanna see you like this, please let me take care of you like you did for me..” he said said tightening his grip slightly

You could only cry at his words, you didn’t even wanna try to speak because you knew it would only come out as a sob. Was it really alright for you to rely on someone so much?

He pulled back from the hug and looked at your face, seeing you were still crying as you nodded your head ‘yes’, he smiled and wiped them away with his thumb. The smile on his face...he looked so satisfied...and happy...happy that you finally remembered. Finally remembered him.

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