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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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kyoho | ksj

You love your grape boy, and your grape boy... well, he might just love you a little too much.

pairing: seokjin x f!reader

rating: pg13

genre/warnings: established relationship, swearing bc when is there no swearing in my fics, mentions of seggs, suggestive themes, fluff, crack?? idk, my brand of fics is Unedited y'all know that's how we roll

word count: 1.8k

notes: i've been buying a lot of grapes lately (am i a grape person now??) and i've been eating them almost every day and of course i had to think about grape jinnie my beloved, my ultimate favorite seokjin and i want him to come back to me :((( idk that's how this lil thang came to me lmao it's the most crackhead shit i've ever written sOoOoOoOo please laugh or else ! 👿 jk but not really

— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

"If you do this, we're done."

"Y/N."

"I swear, if you go through with this, we are over!"

Seokjin sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, clearly not expecting you to be so passionate about the subject at hand. "The appointment is in an hour," he says.

"Cancel it. I don't care!" you cry. "Please don't do this. Don't take him away. He means the world to me."

Your boyfriend stares at you, mouth agape, then points to his head incredulously. "Him? My hair?"

"Yes!" You crawl over to his side of the couch to straddle his lap, actual tears welling in your eyes. You run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft and silky it feels in your hands. His gorgeous, gorgeous purple locks. The ones he's ready to sacrifice in favor of half blond, half red hair by demand of one Jeon Jungkook.

You shouldn't be this upset over him dyeing his hair, but you are, despite knowing full well that the purple will be gone soon anyway. His dark roots are starting to show already.

It's shark week, and there are not enough words in the dictionary to express how devastated you are that he's taking away your emotional support Grape Jinnie.

A couple months ago, when he told you that he'd be dyeing his hair purple, you were highly skeptical of the decision. You didn't know if he had the face to pull off purple of all colors, even though you had already seen him sport every other color of the rainbow and absolutely rocked every single one.

The whole week leading up to his salon appointment, you teased him endlessly - started calling him Grape Boy, bought him box after box of Kyoho grapes, photoshopping Kylie Jenner's purple hair onto his head and making it your lockscreen... It was mostly just grape puns, you were really milking that whole thing.

But then he came home, hair freshly bleached and colored, and your jaw dropped to the ground and stayed there for ten whole minutes.

Your eyes almost fell out of their sockets from how good he looked.

No, he didn't just look good. He was stunning, breathtaking, mindbogglingly beautiful and all the other synonyms that one could name.

The man fucking ate and left no crumbs.

That night was one of the best sex you two have ever had.

To say that you were obsessed with this shade on him is the understatement of the year.

"Don't do it," you plead. "If you really love me, you won't do it."

"You're being so dramatic. It's just hair." Seokjin puts his hands on your waist while you keep yours on his head, clutching his strands like a lifeline. "Plus, I have to honor the bet!"

Your expression turns stony then, as your eyes travel from the silky purple down to his face. You tighten your grip on his hair and tug on it sharply until your boyfriend is scowling in discomfort.

The bet. The stupid fucking bet he made with Jungkook.

You had explicitly told him there no chance in hell that he could win, but Seokjin could be an overly confident asshole sometimes.

He was in way over his head, and now you're the one suffering.

"You idiot," you hiss, pulling on his hair again, "why the fuck did you think you could do more pushups than Jungkook?"

"I don't know! We were tipsy and it seemed possible at the time!"

Releasing his hair, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and inhale deeply.

"Why am I being punished for your actions?" you mumble against his skin, then you ask, voice full of futile hope. "What if you just... don't do it?"

"Then I have to buy him a new mattress. He cut his mattress with scissors to make it fit into his bed frame and now it's all fucked up."

You give yourself a minute to think. There has to be a solution to your distress. You just gotta think. Think, brain, think!

And then you remember. Seokjin is still a man.

You lean back to look at him properly, straightening your position on his lap. You give him your biggest puppy dog eyes before you say, "I promise I will blow you every day from now on if you keep the hair."

If he was drinking water, you're fairly certain that he would've choked. Your boyfriend's eyes widen in surprise, his skin turning a dozen shades warmer, blushing from his cheeks all the way to the top of his ears.

Bingo.

"What?" he asks, like this is something so scandalous.

You lean forward to pepper kisses all over his face, putting more weight on your offer. "I promise," you say, pecking his cute cheek, "to blow you," then his forehead, "every single day," then his nose, "from now on," and finally his lips.

You linger near his mouth, not pulling away just yet. Your lips brush against his once more until you feel his hands tighten on your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck to hold him closer as you press forward, giving him a proper kiss to seal the deal.

Seokjin practically melts underneath you. Victory is so close that you can taste it. You're doing this for the greater good of mankind, for Grape Jinnie. Jungkook can fuck off with his half seasoned, half fried bullshit.

But then, Seokjin abruptly rips away from you to shriek, nearly blowing your eardrums out. The suddenness of his movements almost make you tumble off the couch.

"No, don't try to tempt me! Mattresses are expensive as fuck!"

It's been a few hours. He should be back any minute now.

Ever since Seokjin left to go to his hair appointment after having to peel you off of him because you were clinging to his body like a goddamn koala, you've been wallowing in your misery. You even busted out the big guns - Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream (with real peanut butter cups!) - to help you through this difficult time.

You're in full grieving mode now. Goddamnit. Fate is a cruel mistress.

Or in this case, Jungkook. Jungkook is a cruel mistress. That fucking guy.

When you hear the door open and the subsequent clanging of Seokjin's keys as he hangs them on one of the hooks in the entryway, you prepare to give him the biggest pout you can manage.

But then, he comes into view a few seconds later, and you gasp. You actually gasp. Before he knows what's happening, you're rising from the couch and sprinting toward him, launching into his arms with the biggest smile on your face like a kid on Christmas morning.

"You're still a grape!" you squeal joyously.

Seokjin lets out a surprise Oof! at the sudden force of your body knocking the breath out of him.

"What a warm welcome," he mutters. "I don't think you've ever been this happy to see me."

"What happened?!" you ask, eyes wide, grin even wider. "Did you change your mind because you love me so much?"

You run your hands through his hair to make sure that it's real, that you're not hallucinating this because you just love the purple so goddamn much.

And it is! It's still here! His hair is still that luscious shade of purple that you adore with your entire being.

Seokjin eyes you for a moment before he says, "I compromised with Jungkook. Did something else instead."

"What did you do?"

"I got a tattoo."

"You what?!"

"He said I wouldn't have to dye my hair if I got a tattoo of his choosing."

"Oh, no," you try to sound sympathetic but fail miserably. You cover your mouth with your hand to hide your smile, already sensing the absolute crackhead chaos that will ensue in a matter of minutes. Having been friends with Jungkook for years, you know that dude comes up with the craziest shit sometimes.

Seokjin turns around and pulls up his shirt, and you almost die from the fit of ugly snorting laughter that immediately rips itself free from your mouth. His skin underneath the transparent cling film is still slightly red, but the letters adorning the expanse of his lower back is clear as day.

You cannot find it in yourself to blink, not when the black ink is just staring at you like that. The font, so formal and classic, and yet the content of it... what a contrast.

"Kim Seokjin!" you wheeze, wiping tears from your eyes and struggling to catch your breath. "How could you possibly think that this is a better idea than to just dye your hair!"

"You begged me to keep the hair!"

"I did," you agree, clutching your stomach as giggles continue wracking through your whole body. It's almost painful at this point. "But I don't want my boyfriend to have a tramp stamp that says fucking Chicken in Times New Roman!"

"It was either this," he says, turning back to face you, "or a sketch of his head on a chicken's body."

"What is up with him and chickens? Is that his new thing now?"

"I don't fucking know!"

"Well, thank you for doing that for me," you say appreciatively as you pull him in for a kiss, which isn't very graceful because you're still tittering the whole time. "But please tell me that's not permanent."

Seokjin stays quiet, his eyes dropping to the floor, and you stop laughing immediately.

"Oh my god," you say. "Is the Chicken tramp stamp permanent?!"

"No," he finally admits after a moment of hanging it over your head. As funny as the whole thing is, you do not want the love of your life to walk around sporting the most ridiculous tattoo in human history. "It's supposed to fade after a month."

You lean into him again, heaving a giant sigh of relief and wrapping your arms around his neck. One of your hands go for his hair again, weaving through the soft locks with your fingers because how could you not? "I love you, Grape," you say, pecking his cheek with a grin.

Seokjin rolls his eyes affectionately, but returns a peck to your own cheek. "I have a tramp stamp of the word Chicken and my parents might disown me for that, but at least you get to keep your Grape Boy," he says, making you giggle again.

"Because you love me so much, right?"

"Hmm. You're lucky I do."

You give him another kiss, one full of gratitude, for indulging your antics. When you move to return to the couch, Seokjin tugs on your wrist, pulling you back into him.

"Now correct me if I'm wrong," he says, acting all coy and shit, "but I recall you making me a promise earlier, no? What was it again?"

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eitaababe · 6 months

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EVEN IF IT'S A LIE !

chapter nineteen. tables turned.

[ a/n ; wowza i literally died anyways last part and then epilogue!]

[ warnings ; lil bit of cursing and a mention of virginity lol ]

series masterlist. | previous / epilogue

— written portion below.

you miss the way spiders face falls at your truth, but his tone hides it all too well.

"no," he breathes out honestly. "even- even if the whole thing went down the way it did, your truth is still your truth."

you laugh humorously, wiping away a few tears. "i probably sound crazy, huh?"

"you're not crazy for being in love, y/n," spider laughs with you, a hint of longing in his voice. "and you can't control who you love. and if you believe that someone can feel the same way about you, i can't blame you."

"you ever been in love, spider-boy?"

he peers down to look at you, really look at you, and he's grateful that you're too busy hiding your puffy eyes to notice the soft look in his eyes.

"yeah. i have."

"lucky girl." you smile at him, and spider can't help the way his heart squeezes when he looks at you. because he knows how you feel— it isn't the same.

because spider looks at you as if you're the world, and you look at him like just another friend.

and he hates that ao'nung wasn't smart enough to take the opportunity right in front of him.

— written portion.

"hi."

the one voice you've been dreading to hear, the one that used to whisper sweet nothings into your ear at night, is one you now wince at. you're met with ao'nung's tired eyes, and id you had any energy left, you'd be mad that he looks just as miserable as you.

"hey." is all you can bring yourself to say back, silently inviting him inside. he wastes no time, stepping in and letting the door fall closed behind him, sighing as he stands there— awkward and out of place.

and it doesn't feel right, seeing ao'nung without his confidence.

but as you watch him quietly, you realize, *maybe this is truest side of him you've ever gotten to see.*

"i-" he starts, breaking the silence before closing his mouth. you let the quiet brew even more, letting him collect his thoughts.

"when i said i love you, i really did mean it-"

"i don't care if you meant it or not," you snap suddenly, and he realizes that your silence is a lot scarier than what he originally thought. "you could tell me it over and over again and i honestly don't think it would make a difference right now."

"y/n, please-"

"for once would you shut up and just listen?" you say exasperated, needing an outlet for everything you've been feeling. "imagine getting asked out, falling in love, getting your fucking virginity taken, just to find out it was all a lie! and then you think coming over here and saying 'i love you' is gonna fix it?"

"i know it doesn't," ao'nung shakes his head, distraught as tears start to well. "and i know none of it was right. i'm not expecting to fix any of this but if i could do it again," he pauses, reaching for your hands. "then there's not a doubt i would."

you immediately retract your hands, scoffing. "stop," you say, voice quiet. "stop trying to justify yourself. you made a mistake. and not the type you can fix."

"so that's it? this is all- we're just- done?"

"there is no this, ao'nung. don't you get it? none of this was real. you made sure of it."

"please." he begs hopelessly, eyes shut.

any other day, any other time before this, you would've begged to have ao'nung like this. to have him pleading for your love and a chance to be with you.

but you know better now.

"you need to go." there’s a sense of finality in your voice, and ao'nung knows there's nothing he can say or do to fix this.

"i really am sorry, just know that," he says as he walks towards the door. "and whether you believe it or not," he breathes out shakily, at the doorframe.

"i love you."

you watch him slip out the room, and effectively out of your life.

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roanniom · 2 years

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Hi new follower here. What if the teens are playing truth or dare and you, the new/er kid, get dared to 7 minutes in heaven with Eddie. (Which may or may not go a lil further ;3 ) Hope this is okay! Love your work Ive legit read it all now lol! <3 keep writing!

Seven Minutes in Heaven - Part 1

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Read Part 2 Here

Warnings: making out and a lil over the clothes touching. You know. The sweet stuff.

You feel flustered as you look up into the face of Eddie Munson, only dimly lit by the tiny stuttering lightbulb overhead. You're practically chest to chest in this tiny excuse for a closet your new friends had shoved you in mere seconds ago, the time having come for your turn of seven minutes in heaven.

Eddie gazes down at you with a rueful smile.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We don't have to do anything."

"We have to, Eddie. Those are the rules," you argue, shifting from foot to foot. You've been eyeing the attractive metalhead who sits in the back of your English class for the last few weeks, ever since you had the unfortunate luck to become Hawkins High's only spring semester transfer senior. You've spoken a few times and even worked on a project together, but you've been wanting to get to know him more.

Wanting to get to know his lips more.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, rules or no rules," he's clarifying, running a hand through his wild hair. You take in the path of his hand and feel a tinge of jealousy. It should be your hand feeling it's way through his curls.

"What if I want to do something," you ask, biting your lip. His eyes go wide and he freezes.

"You...want to?"

"What if I...asked them to pair me with you?"

Eddie blinks at you for a moment Then the small space is filled with his laughter. He has to brace himself against the wall behind you to keep himself stable with the force of his laughs.

"Oh that was a good one. Always need a good joke to liven up a shit party, thanks princess."

Princess.

He'd called you that before, but it makes you melt every single time. You're not used to having to make the first move though. In fact, admitting that you'd begged your new friends to pick Eddie as your partner when it came time for your turn of seven minutes in heaven was the boldest you've ever been. But with the seconds ticking, you feel a surge of panicky confidence rise up in you.

"It's not a joke. I wanted to be in here with you."

Eddie's smile falters and his eyes widen.

"What?"

"Eddie, this confused act is getting old. If you don't want to do anything with me, that's fine, but just say so - ," you begin to huff, hysteria bubbling in your words as it starts to settle in that maybe he's really not interested. He'd always been so sweet and attentive, you hadn't really factored in the possibility that he would be so repulsed by the idea of kissing you that he wouldn't pounce on you in a dark closet like any other horny high school boy.

Then suddenly you find yourself pressed against the wall, a pair of lips hungrily slotting against your own. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head so you're at just the right angle to receive his kiss. Your heart is in your throat as you kiss him back, trying your best not to squeal at the feeling of him initiating in the way you'd always hoped.

When Eddie pulls away to give you a chance to breathe, you pant, noticing that he's propped his forearm against the wall over your head.

Hot.

"You wanted to kiss me, princess?" he asks, his thumb grazing against your bottom lip from where his hand grips your jaw. You nod, silently because what words could possibly form eloquently in your brain in a moment like this. He nods along with you teasingly. "Yeah? Well all you had to do was ask."

His lips press back against yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth to massage your own. You feel yourself swooning at the taste of him. The pressure of his hands as they move from their previous occupation down to grasp the flesh of your hips. The feeling of his hair tickling against your cheeks as it falls in a curtain around you both.

You do your best to keep up with the force of his kiss and make the most of the moment by letting your own hands wander. You start at his firm sides and then slide your palms up to his chest, hard through the fabric of his Metallica t-shirt. When you sweep across the expanse of his shoulders he pulls away and chuckles against your jaw.

"If you keep touching me like that, sweetheart, seven minutes won't be enough."

"It already isn't enough." Your words are suggestive but you kick yourself internally for how shy they sound coming out of your mouth. Eddie, however, doesn't seem to care about the confidence of your tone because he's smiling wolfishly down at you.

"Is the new girl a little bad? I could have sworn you were one of those goody goodies."

On impulse you grab one of his hands and place it on your right breast. He begins squeezing and groping without a second thought and you swallow a moan. Eddie pushes you back against the wall and moves to kiss at your neck.

"Mmm she's bad alright."

~*~

When the seven minutes are up and the door to the closet is open, neither of you really notice at first. It's when the wolf whistles get louder and people start throwing sofa cushions and empty cups at you that realize you should probably break apart.

Eddie steps out into the light first, a massive grin splitting his face, just barely distracting from the already purpling marks that you'd sucked into his throat.

He guides you out by your hand, which is grasped in his own. You look equally disheveled and mussed, but a twin smile lights up your face. Seven minutes wasn't enough, but you'd sure found heaven.

~*~

Read Part 2 Here

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson thots #eddie munson discourse #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader

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tflaw · 1 year

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ok omg fruit vendor kuni who purposely picks you some pretty unripe fruits to give you as extra .. his boss thinks it's just him not paying attention to his job again but no. it's for when you can't finish them all and save them for later !! then it'll be ripened once you get to them again <33 he's so thoughtful for someone who gets too distracted during work :')) it's just for you though because he thinks you're so pretty ?? whenever he sees you by chance when he's out getting fruits, with the sumeru rose he gave you tucked in your ear ?? he may not be sure if he has a heart but the giddiness he feels is certain <33

and ooh what if he comes back to the stall when his memories finally came back ?? you get so confused on why he suddenly got snarky to other customers but when your turn came he's surprisingly .. kind. not the same wanderer you got used to — there was no exception to the rough way he talks, but the same sumeru rose and the several unripe sunsettias were in your hand on your way home, and he's hoping that you noticed the candied ajilenakh nut wrapped neatly inside. he's a lone wanderer, he has nothing to give you other than a few fruits he handpicked, but he can surely have nahida teach him how to show you that he cares.

+ candied ajilenakh nut is the base dish for nahida's specialty dish btw !! just a cute lil detail i wanted to add AHAHA i love attempting to write again 🥹

“No. If you think it’s easy to import Harra Fruit from the desert, you have to think twice. We barely have any profit from these fruits and—”

“Young man.” The voice of the stall owner is full with gentle warning. His tone breathes of past circumstances wherein he had to warn the young man beside him to dampen the sharpness of his tongue.

Which proves an odd thing, as you have never seen the young man, Wanderer, as he prefers to be addressed, with a temper before today. You have been quite chummy with each other, and while he seems tender from the inside, you are not certain how immune your friendship is against this side of him.

Finally, he sighs with a roll of his eyes. “I wonder how long this stall will stand if you keep giving away these fruits for free,” he chastises after the customer’s departure. Instead of scolding the Wanderer back, the vendor merely laughed.

“Shall I be concerned of your health? You are of the average height, yes, but you seem robust enough to me. Yet I couldn’t help wondering if you hit your head somewhere,” the vendor expands, searching for Wanderer’s face.

Looking petulant as ever, Wanderer shakes out of the vendor’s grip. “Whatever do you mean? I am perfectly fine.”

One more time, the vendor grips both his shoulders and leads his body to your direction. You start from where you stand, meeting a pair of indigo eyes glaze with little to no surprise. Having their fruit stall as your last destination to buy ingredients, you pump your chest and sauntered towards it.

“Sunsettias?” he says plainly.

“Ah… yes.” You bob your head lightly. “And two Harra Fruit, please.”

His eyebrow lifts. “You’re not making the usual, then?”

“Oh, it’s for an experiment,” you disclose. “For the children, too. I am making candies.”

Delicate hands picking up the fruits you need, he says nothing else. Something has changed in his demeanor, that’s for certain. When you first met him, he looks like a kite drifting in the air. No destination albeit knowing the way. Now, he carries a confidence of someone undertaking the difficult but certain path.

Afraid that he’d noticed your scrutiny, you switch your attention to your purse and prepared the amount of Mora needed. He has your fruits in a paper bag when you finally lifted your head and handed him the payment.

You exchange a nod before you turned on your heels and went on your way. Five steps farther from the stall, you decide to peek inside the bag. There are five Sunsettias instead of one and four Harra Fruit instead of two. Atop them is a freshly-plucked and untouched Sumeru Rose. Without thinking, you jog back but he meets you halfway before reaching the stall.

“I… I can’t take these. Not anymore,” you say with a shake of your head.

“Think nothing of it. It’s a gift,” he answers, crossing his arms over his chest. “For the… children.”

“But you said the stall will surely close if—”

“Whatever I’ve said is not meant for you. However, if you’ll insist, just repay me with something.” Mischief is distinct in his voice.

“With what?” You chuckle. “A handful of candies?”

“Something sweeter than that,” he whispers, eyes drifting to your lips. He makes it obvious to stare boldly, so as to fluster and render you warm before him. In that endeavor, he certainly succeeded. “And a lot of it— not just a handful.”

Breaking eye contact, you pretend to scratch the back of your neck. “I thought… you are not fond of sweets.”

“I’ll be fine. I am not pertaining to food anyways.”

“Then… what are you pertaining to?” You blink at him.

“I’ve found a splendid view somewhere. Will you meet me at the outskirts of the city tonight? If you come, I’ll let you know what it is.”

One, two, three heartbeats after and you are nodding your head. “See you tonight, Wanderer.”

#again i did not proofread agajaha #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you

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hs-is-loml · 2 years

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No Shame. (c.f)

“Love is fatal. Won't you give it a chance?”

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader

Summary: returning back to Cousins felt different compared to all the other years. everything around you felt like it was changing but maybe it was for the better.

Warnings: most part is fluff, maybe a lil swears, mention of parents divorce. best friends to lovers…

a/n: i missed you guys so much during my trip <3 thank you for all the love! also your parents’ names are Julia and William because it makes writing easier throughout this :)

word count: 4.38k basically 4.4k...

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You were ecstatic to return to Cousins and even more excited to see the Fishers and Conklins again. Sure you kept in contact throughout the year for holidays and birthdays but it wasn’t the same. You counted the months down to the trip back. It almost felt like after you left Cousins you were already waiting to come back.

This year would be different. You had a feeling it would be. Maybe it would be the year Conrad finally noticed you for something more than just the little girl he grew up with. Conrad was always your best friend out of the bunch but you thought that’s all he saw in you. He was probably the only one you really kept in contact with throughout the year with small texts every month and little updates about each other's life.

You were turning 17 in a few weeks, but in the past year, you felt like you changed a lot yourself. You didn’t know if you finally felt more confident in your own skin or if you found yourself in the past year. You have better style now, finally feel more confident in your body to ditch the one piece, and got your license too.

You missed everyone, of course. It felt like you needed a break from your life. Your parents got divorced since the last time you came to Cousins. It was hard for everyone in the family. You stayed with your mom, Julia, in New York while your dad, William, decided to move back to Toronto.

You didn’t know if the others knew about the divorce, but you knew it wouldn’t be much of a difference considering your dad only came to the Fourth of July party Susannah throws. You decided not to tell Conrad about the divorce because you already knew the problems between Susannah and Adam, you didn’t want to add more to that pile.

As your mom pulled up to the Fisher’s driveway, you quickly took off your seat belt and waited for the car to come to a full stop before heading out of the car. You guys came a week earlier than you were supposed to, so you guys could surprise them. They thought you were still on a volleyball camp.

You and your mom quietly made your way into the house where you noticed everyone was sitting in the dining room eating dinner. All their attention was on Laurel who was talking about her book party that’s planned for tomorrow night. You made your way to hug Susannah from behind as your mom went to Laurel.

“Surprise!” you and your mom shouted from behind gaining the others’ attention.

“Y/n, darling!” Susannah said as she turned in her chair to face you.

“Hey Susannah,” you smiled letting go of her as she went to stand.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” as she took your face in her hands taking you in.

“Finally, got rid of the glasses and frizzy hair,” you joked.

“No, you’ve always been so pretty but you matured from the last time I saw you,” Susannah complimented.

"Thanks, Susannah," you blushed.

“I miss the glasses and wild hair, Y/n/n,” Conrad smirked getting up from his chair.

“Maybe the glasses but definitely not the rats nest you know?” you giggled going to him to give him a hug. You felt his arms wrap around your waist as yours wrapped around his neck. You both held onto each other but slightly pulled away after Jeremiah coughed.

You turned your head to see a grinning Jeremiah who always somehow knew about your crush on Conrad. You saw his eyes look down for a second before grinning even wider. You were suddenly aware of Conrad’s hands that were still on your hips while yours were on his shoulders.

“Y/n, you gotta give me your skincare routine,” Belly says saving you from more self-embarrassment.

“Ahh! Belly, you’ve grown so much from last summer!” you said letting go of Conrad to rush Belly into a hug.

“You and William must be shooing guys left and right, Julia,” Laurel joked as she looked at you and Belly catching each other up on their lives.

“With her rejecting any guy that looks at her, she does the work for us,” your mom laughed while shaking her head about the last guy you rejected.

It was the middle of April and the sweetest guy named, Matthew asked you to prom but you decided to go with a group of friends instead. Because going with someone else didn’t really feel right to you, all your life you wanted Conrad Fisher and now wasn’t a time to stop. Your mom was in the kitchen and you were in the living room when you heard a knock. Poor Matthew was waiting on your front porch with balloons, a lavender bouquet, a chocolate heart, and a sign saying “Will you be by my side for the night?”

Let’s just say it didn’t go the way Matthew wanted. You tried your best to let him down easy, but you felt like you were making it worse. Only your mom knew about his promposal considering you didn’t want them to tease you on why you didn’t give the guy a chance. You told Jeremiah about Matthew since you knew he would understand why.

That night you and Jeremiah talked for hours. It made you miss being in Cousins even more. Conrad might be your best friend but you and Jeremiah always had a special friendship where you always knew what the other is feeling. You ranted about Conrad to him and he told you how he was sick of people trying to define his sexuality. Both of you knew that you could always talk to the other about anything with no judgment whatsoever.

“Mom!” your cheeks turned bright red from embarrassment.

“Honey, you got to give a guy a chance someday, you know,” your mom teased.

“Or don’t?” Conrad muttered but you caught what he said. You turned your attention to him and raise your eyebrow at his comment. He looked back at you and smirked.

“Wait, Julia are you thinking about Matthew?” Jeremiah asked loudly.

You felt yourself get whiplash from snapping your head to Jeremiah's direction to give him a glare. You were trying to signal him to cut it out but it was too late.

“Who’s Matthew?” Conrad voiced out.

“Nobody!” you tried your hardest to keep a straight face when you said it out loud.

“That’s what his name was! Oh, poor boy, I kind of liked him too,” your mom said.

“He was okay,” Jeremiah replied.

“But he was so sweet with the flowers and those chocolates were good,” your mom rambled on.

“That’s true the lavender and baby's breath mixed was a nice touch,” Jeremiah added.

“Jeremiah, for the love of god, shut up!” you said while looking for something to throw at him but sadly you remembered there were still people eating dinner.

“No keep going,” Conrad pushed on with a frown placed on his face.

“Oh, my bad…” Jeremiah trailed off when he saw the glare you were giving him.

“Okay, I’m done for the night. I’m going to get my bags and go to my room,” you told your mom while heading out of the dining room.

“I’ll help,” you hear Conrad from behind you not taking long to catch up to your pace.

“Oh, you don’t need to.”

“Oh, I want to, trust me.”

“So why didn’t you tell me about Matthew?” Conrad asked while he sat on the edge of your bed while you continued to unpack all of your bags into the drawers.

“There’s not much to say about him. How’s the beach right now?” you answered trying to avoid this conversation with Conrad.

“Nope. You’re not getting out of this one. You told Jeremiah, but not me?”

“Conrad, I don’t get why this matters right now it’s in the past.”

“I’m just wondering why you kept this from me.”

“Because I didn’t think it was that important, and you hate whenever I tell you about guys so I thought you wouldn’t care if I told you or not,” you said trying to set aside a bikini to wear later.

“Did you like him or something is that why you didn’t want to tell me?” Conrad continued to push on with the topic.

“No, I didn’t, but it shouldn’t even matter anymore since I already rejected the guy,” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, it just bothers me that you told Jere instead of me. I thought we were closer than that.”

“Con, we are. Jeremiah happened to call me on the night it happened and I explained the whole thing to him. I was going to tell you, but it wasn’t anything important, really,” you explained telling him the half-truth while going up to where he was sitting and giving him a hug.

This would be the only time you’re taller than him with his tall structure. His hands squeezed your waist as you pressed a kiss on his forehead. You always felt so connected to Conrad. Sure you guys had your ups and downs but it was always made up for.

“You going for a night swim?” he asked quietly looking up at you while you kept your arms around his shoulders and a hand playing with his hair the way you knew he liked. This felt different, it was more intimate than you two have ever been. You liked it.

“Yeah, wanna join?”

“Of course, not gonna let you go out there alone.”

“Well, you got to get out for me to change you know.”

“I don’t mind,” Conrad smirked.

“Well, I happen too.”

“I think I’ll stay,” he said with no shame holding on tighter to your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“Con, get out!” you tried to laugh off the red spreading your cheeks. You took his hands off your waist and pulled him off the bed. You struggled to try to get him out of the room but you finally pushed him out the door.

“I’ll see you down in 15?” he said over his shoulder as he walked to his room.

Well, that was odd. Conrad’s never joked with you like that before you didn’t know how to feel. It was like he saw you more than the little girl with glasses and frizzy hair. Maybe this would really be the summer for everything.

The house was dark when you were walking downstairs and heading to the back doors. When you walked out you saw Conrad sitting down by the pool dangling his feet in. He turned his head by the creak of the steps when you walked down.

“You ready?” he asked getting up from beside the pool.

“As I’ll ever be,” you replied walking towards him.

“Everyone else went to bed already,” he said as you two walked down to the beach.

“Am I not enough for you?” you joked with him.

“N-no, I didn’t mean that I was just telling you…” he cut himself off.

“I missed this,” you said when you took in the smell of the water and sand. It gave you such comfort that nothing else could ever compare to.

Cousins Beach felt more like home than your actual home in New York. You had the people you loved here. No unnecessary problems or worries that majorly concerned you while you were here. When you were back home you had to worry about schools, sports, your parents, and everything else in the mix.

“I missed you,” Conrad mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” you asked not catching what he said.

“I think the water missed you too.”

“We’ll have to find out then, shall we?” you stuck your right hand out for him to hold and the second you felt your hands touch you tighten your grip and ran with him to the water.

You felt free. It was like nothing could ever go wrong with having Conrad with you and amazing water. You splashed Conrad as a joke before you realized he didn’t take it as a joke and you started swimming for the life of you. But Conrad being himself caught you and dragged the both of you underwater. You resurfaced and tried getting your hair out of your face which you weren’t doing a very good job at it.

“Your hair will always be wild,” Conrad smiled pushing the hair you missed out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. You were glad it was dark so he couldn’t see the obvious flush on your cheeks.

“And to think I just tamed it,” you giggled pushing him away from you.

“I like it better this way, it’s more you,” he said as he swam closer to you.

“Con, you feeling okay today?” you laughed as you placed your hands on his shoulders when he lifted you onto his lap. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands went to grip your hips.

“Never better,” he grinned as he gazed into your eyes, you wanted to break the eye contact but it was like you couldn’t.

“Con, what are we doing?” you sighed as you played with the hairs on the back of his head. This was a dangerous game you two were playing and you didn’t know how to stop. Better yet you didn’t want to.

“Whatever feels right I guess?” Conrad’s gaze went from your eyes down to your lips before traveling up again to your eyes.

“Conrad.”

“Y/n. Can I kiss you?” he scanned your face for any signs of hesitation. You nodded your head as a yes for him.

“You gotta tell me, Y/n,” he added on.

“Yes, Con,” he leans in to softly placed his lips on yours and kisses you tenderly before pulling pack to see your reaction.

When his lips touched yours you felt like fireworks were going off in the back. It didn’t feel real. Here you were kissing Conrad Fisher, the boy you’ve wanted since you learned about crushes. When he pulled back you were afraid, he thought it was a mistake before you saw the look on his face.

His face was filled with love and contentment. It made you want him more so this time you pushed your lips on his going into a heated kiss. It wasn’t perfect but then again nothing ever is. It was filled with such eagerness and hunger. His hold on your hips tightened and pulled you closer to him till there was no space separating you two.

As the kiss deepened you felt his tongue swipe against your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth slightly allowing him to slip his tongue in. You guys kissed for what felt like an eternity but it was something you could never get enough of.

You two pulled back from one another and tried to catch your breath. You felt a slight buzz lingering around your head from the kiss. Your foreheads leaned against each other, enjoying the moment between you two.

“Conrad, why now?” you voiced, breaking the silence as you continued staring into his eyes. Something about them was so alluring and beautiful. The blue looked so pure but at the same time so intimidating.

“I never realized how much I wanted you until you were right in front of me. I should’ve realized sooner,” he said softly.

“Realized what?” you whispered.

“You’re the only one for me.”

“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” you muttered breaking the eye contact and looking at the waves crashing down onto the water.

“I’ll only ever want you,” he said raising one of his hands to turn you back to him. His hand cupped your cheek and he pressed his lips on yours gently. He pulled back before you could respond to the kiss.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted,” you admitted to him in a whisper.

“And here I was thinking you didn’t want me,” he joked.

“Oh shut up,” you scoffed in amusement.

“You going to give us a chance?”

“Always.”

You woke up snuggled up in your sheets with the sun shining through the window. Last night felt like a huge fever dream that never happened. You felt all giddy and blushy at the thought of what happened between you and Conrad on that beach.

You guys had to sneak back into the house while trying not to wake anyone up last night. Conrad walked you to your room pulling you into a quick kiss before sneaking back into his room.

After getting ready you walked downstairs for some breakfast. You walked into the kitchen not realizing everyone else was already there. All their eyes landed on you making you the center of their attention.

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty,” Jeremiah poked your cheek when you grabbed a mug from the cabinet.

“Someone had a late night…” Steven teased when you went to pour some coffee into your mug.

“Mind sharing the details?” Belly questioned handing you the creamer from the fridge.

“Yeah, share it with the class, Y/n,” Conrad added on with a grin.

‘Of course, this would happen to you,’ you thought to yourself. You wanted to wipe that damn grin off Conrad’s face so bad.

“Umm, what do you mean?” you played dumb.

“I mean that you came home when everyone was already asleep last night,” Steven replied.

“Yeah, so who were you with last night?” Belly asked.

“Yeah, who were you with, Y/n? You look awfully happy,” Jeremiah pointed out.

“I wonder who could make you like that, Y/n?” Conrad said widening his grin. He was having way too much with this for your liking.

“So who was the lucky guy??” Jeremiah asked eagerly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged as you focused on stirring your coffee instead of the faces staring at you.

“Honey, I’m glad you were with someone,” your mom said from the table sitting with Laurel and Susannah.

“Not you too,” you said exasperated.

“Do we know the guy, sweetie?” Susannah asked smiling at you. Though you could tell she already had her guess at who ‘this guy’ was.

“Maybe you could invite him to the signing party tonight!” Laurel happily added.

“Oh, I’m not too sure about that,” you hesitated.

“That’s a perfect idea! Bring him later and we can all meet him,” Jeremiah announced to everybody in the room. Everyone came to an agreement about it except for you. Considering you didn’t know how you were going to get out of this one this time.

“Conrad!” you exclaimed walking into his room, making sure to shut the door behind you.

“What?” he asked smugly sitting up from his bed.

“I cannot believe you right now,” you said as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t do anything,” he said putting both of his hands up in defense.

“You know exactly what you did.”

“Do I really make you that happy?” he teased you.

“You always do,” you smiled looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Come here,” he said opening up his blanket to let you crawl in.

“Do you actually want to tell them tonight?”

“Maybe not directly,” he grinned.

“How?” you wondered.

“At the party, we won’t hide anything you know?”

“So we’re letting them figure it out by themselves?” you laughed at the idea. You could see their reactions now.

“Why not?”

“Is this us labeling what we are?”

A question that would not leave your mind since last night. Sure you both admitted having feelings for one another and started doing more intimate things but you never said anything about labels. Not that it was extremely important but it still lingered around your mind.

“We are, whatever you want us to be.”

“So I’m hearing you wanna be my boyfriend,” you giggled.

“Say it again,” he whispered against your lips.

“My boyfriend,” when you said that it was like something lit up in Conrad’s eyes, and he pulled you into a greedy kiss.

“Y/n, when are going to meet this secret boy of yours?” Susannah said excitedly when you guys walked into the bookshop giving you and Conrad a glance from the corner of her eye.

“So you did invite him?” Jeremiah asked intrigued by the topic of conversation.

“We’re going to meet Y/n’s boyfriend?!” your mom squealed.

“You’re not meeting anybody,” you answered.

“So you didn’t?” Jeremiah continued in a very confused tone.

“Why does it matter so much?” you asked Jeremiah as you guys went to go sit on the couch.

You sat in the middle leaving the seat next to you open while Jeremiah took your other side. Conrad went to get you guys some drinks and Belly & Steven were off helping their mom with something.

“Because I wanna know how this mystery guy that got you to think of anyone else but Conrad,” Jeremiah whispered to you when he saw Conrad walking back towards you two.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Conrad whispered to you two mockingly as he handed you a glass of champagne that you were pretty sure was for the guests.

“Nothing much,” you replied giving him a look that basically said you.

“Just about our girl’s man,” Jeremiah answered him with a teasing undertone.

“Oh, he’s here?” Conrad added with a smirk plastered across his face.

“We don’t know because Y/n won’t tell us anything about him,” Jeremiah complained.

“Jeremiah, why don’t you go help Steven with the books, he looks like he needs some help,” you moved on from the topic, wanting to talk with Conrad alone without Jeremiah’s constant questions.

“Yo, Steven, you good?” Jeremiah hollered across the room to him.

“Bro, get your ass over here,” Steven called back.

“That’s my cue. Conrad, figure out the guy for us?” Jeremiah turned back to Conrad before walking away.

“Yeah totally,” Conrad replied back to him.

“How long do you think it’ll take for them?” you snickered to Conrad looking at Jeremiah and Steven mess around with the extra copies of Laurel’s book.

“Once one notices all of them do,” Conrad said sneaking an arm around your waist.

“That is very true,” as you scooted closer to his side not caring if anyone saw you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder as he pressed a quick kiss on the top of your head. Even with the constant questioning that occurred at the beginning of the party, it was nice. Everyone was having a good time. Laurel was signing copies of her book for people; Steven and Jeremiah were messing with the signs; Belly was talking with Cameron, a guy she brought to the party; Susannah was enjoying being able to mingle around with everyone in the room. Conrad and you watched everyone from the couch sitting in comfortable silence before the inevitable chaos that could happen at any time.

“You two look comfy,” a voice said standing in front of you and Conrad which startled the both of you causing you two to separate quickly from each other.

“Hey, mom…” Conrad tried to play off.

“I knew it!” Susannah claimed to point her finger at you two smugly.

“I had a feeling you knew,” you admitted smiling at her.

“How?” Conrad questioned Susannah.

“Honey, you’re never this smiley with anyone, and we all know you would’ve thrown a literal fit if it was anyone but you,” Susannah answered with a lovingly tease.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Conrad tried to defend himself fully knowing he probably would have.

“Con, yes you would,” you laughed.

“Conrad, would what?” Steven asked coming up to you guys with Jeremiah trailing behind him.

“Thrown a fit if the guy Y/n’s talking to was here,” Susannah covered for you two before walking back towards Laurel.

“I’m surprised he isn’t, to be honest,” Jeremiah commented.

“Wait that’s actually so true,” Steven said as he thought about it.

“Guys, come on,” Conrad tried.

“No wait, you’re not upset at all? Or like acting super protective. You know the guy already, huh,” Jeremiah said as if he was putting pieces of a puzzle together.

“Why would I be?” Conrad shrugged. You took one side glance at him and started giggling at this entire situation.

“You little missy are not going to get out of this one, so who’s the guy? And why does Conrad already know him?” Jeremiah pointed his finger at you accusingly.

“I would hope he knows him,” you said already knowing how this was going to go down.

“And why’s that?” Steven asked taking the seat beside you.

“Cause I am him?” Conrad muttered amused by this whole thing.

“What’d you just say!?” Jeremiah jumped up looking back and forth between you and Conrad.

“Say what?’ Conrad played dumb.

“You know what you just said!” Steven caught on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about right now,” Conrad continued.

“I can’t believe this right now,” Jeremiah said in disbelief.

“Believe what?” Belly asked as she made it up to you guys with Cameron by her side.

“They’re together!” Jeremiah exclaimed while Steven pointed at you and Conrad.

“Wait you guys really didn’t notice?” Belly laughed at their reactions.

“You did?” Steven asked.

“It was so obvious this morning plus I caught Y/n sneaking out of his room to get ready for the party,” Belly explained to the two boys before walking away again.

“Oops?” you said looking back to Conrad who just laughed.

“Only you,” Conrad chuckled pulling you back into him.

“Gross,” Steven said while getting up from beside you two.

“Can I just say, finally!” Jeremiah commented looking at your and Conrad’s interaction.

“Jere, would you please shut up,” you told the boy in front of you.

“Finally?” Conrad questioned from beside you.

“Yeah, bro, she’s liked you since like forever! You remember that one time-”

“I would shut up right now before you say something you’ll regret later,” you threatened Jeremiah before he said too much.

“No, I would love to hear this,” Conrad smirked, nodding to Jeremiah to continue with his little story.

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luminnara · 2 years

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I would hit him in a heartbeat now. || Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Billy and the reader both come from abusive households. You both know a thing or two about split lips and broken noses. You discover that you each have that in common...and god, you wish you didn’t.

Warnings: mentions of abuse

Just a short lil thing that was supposed to be longer, but then I stole half of it for cherry bomb lol

I was far too scared to hit him

But I would hit him in a heartbeat now.

You knew a thing or two about split lips and bloody knuckles.

You were very familiar with yelling and screaming and slammed doors.

You knew all too well how a fist felt yanking on hair, and how to pretend that nothing had happened. Because you couldn’t tell, you never could. You could never even talk about it, they told you. If you did, you’d be taken away, far away, and that always felt scarier than the punishments. You deserved those, anyways.

That’s what your parents always told you.

When you were bad, you were punished. It was simple. They wanted you to be quiet, to only speak when spoken to, to be the perfect child in the perfect family. They had tempers, though, tempers that had been passed on to you, and you were never quiet or reserved.

You didn’t know how to be.

Maybe it was because you wanted to act out. They were stifling you, keeping you from growing into yourself, and you felt stunted and angry. You couldn’t show it, though; every time you fought, which was too often, they made sure that you received twice as hard a beating at home if they found out about it. That only made you angrier, though…angrier and more confused, because you were supposed to be good and your family was supposed to be happy, so why did this feel so wrong?

Sometimes, you tried to rationalize it. Your parents were just harsh. Some people were just like that. They ran a tight ship, that was all. But then, you would make a mistake and you would already be shaking like a leaf before the yelling even began, and you knew that you’d drawn the short straw for families.

You couldn’t talk about it, though. And really, who would care? Plenty of people had issues with their folks. You weren’t special.

And the thought of telling anyone terrified you more than your parents did, because you knew what would happen if you blamed the bruises on anything other than your own clumsiness.

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“God, isn’t he dreamy?” Carol asked as fresh lipstick swept over her bottom lip.

“Who?” Vicki asked from the next sink over.

“Billy Hargrove,” Carol rolled her eyes. “Duh.”

“Uh, he’s totally dreamy,” Tina cut in. “I swear his butt gets better every day.”

You stifled a sigh as you slipped past them and out the bathroom door. The popular girls always talked about Billy like that; in fact, that was tame. You’d overheard conversations that made it seem like they viewed him as more of a piece of meat than a person.

You didn’t really get it. He was cute. Hot, even. You watched him as he played basketball just like they all did, with your eyes glued to his broad shoulders and to his handsome face, wishing that you could have a chance with him. The difference between you and girls like Tina and Carol, though, was that you really didn’t think you did, because you just...weren’t the kind of girl that guys went for.

Especially not guys like Billy Hargrove.

As you walked down the hall, you found that you couldn’t get him off your mind. Yeah, you were crushing on him, big time...and you knew that it was useless, and there was no point to it, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was the town bad boy, and he was tough and confident and he always knew exactly how to pose to get everybody hot and bothered. He didn’t date, though, not really, and he rarely went out with the same girl more than two times. And they always loved riding in his car, because afterwards, they would gather in the bathroom and talk all about it, spilling all the juicy details for everyone else to ooh and ahh over.

That’s what made you realize that even though he was rude and a total womanizer, they weren’t very nice to him, either. They were all always just using each other and then tossing each other aside, and sometimes, you felt like you were the only one who thought it was a little fucked up.

At the same time, you understood. The desire to feel wanted. The urge for something to make you feel a little better for a while. You weren’t hot like Billy, though; you couldn’t just have your pick of the crowd, and you were too nervous and too meek to ever be on anybody’s radar. Especially not Billy’s.

When you collided with something very solid, though, you suddenly found yourself on that radar, as more than just a small blip.

“I-I’m sorry!” You stammered, already hugging yourself as you began shivering. You hated running into people. You knew, in the logical part of your brain, that most people at school didn’t care. The worst they’d do was call you a name and move on. But the more reactionary part of your brain was immediately on high alert, moments from shutting down, running way too hot as your thoughts somehow raced and did nothing at all at the same time.

When you managed to glance up, your blood ran cold.

Billy Hargrove was glaring down at you, a hand hovering over his ribs on the side you’d collided with. It was a defensive movement, one that you thought you recognized…and when you looked at his eyes, you saw something that told you he was in pain.

You figured it was from a fight, or maybe PE. Or basketball. The possibilities were endless for a guy like Billy, and as he scowled down at you, you felt yourself growing fidgety.

“…it’s fine,” he finally said.

He was watching you like a hawk, and you felt like a scared little rabbit. You could see his eyes shift as they inspected you and you hugged yourself tighter, suddenly feeling so incredibly exposed. It was as if he could see everything, as if he knew everything, as if there was no secret in the world that you could hide from those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

Really, Billy had caught sight of a fading bruise on your forearm, barely visible where your sleeve had been pushed up when you hastily wrapped your arms around yourself. He had never had much of a chance to check you out, and he had never been particularly interested in doing so, but now that you were right there and he was in an alright mood, he was taking the time to...and honestly? He liked what he saw.

Except for the finger-shaped bruise.

There had to be more, and he was willing to bet that if there were, he’d see that they formed a familiar pattern.

“Really, I’m so sorry, I’m so clumsy...I should have been paying more attention, not being so stupid--”

“Hey.” he snapped, eyes finding yours again. They were so intense, so full of rage, that you wanted to shrink back and melt into the wall. “Cut that shit out. It’s not a big deal. I said it’s fine, so it’s fucking fine.”

You kept your mouth shut, nodding vigorously. “R-right. Yeah. So, um...I’ll see you around.”

When you hurriedly stepped around him, he turned to watch you go. “Hey. Hang on.”

You froze, turning to face him quickly. “Yeah/?”

“Me ‘n the guys are gonna be scrimmaging at lunch. You should come.”

“O-okay,” you managed, your voice sounding a bit strangled.

“Cool.” and with that, he shoved his hands in his pockets, hunting for a cigarette, and you scurried towards your locker.

You grabbed your lunch bag, holding it tightly as you made your way to the gym. You knew a lot of the other weirdos ate in there rather than the cafeteria, but you tended to avoid it. It was usually quiet, and sometimes, you preferred the white noise of a busy lunchroom over the echoing nothingness of an empty gym.

Today, though, it wasn’t empty. The guys from the basketball team were already there, Billy Hargrove included, and as you sank down onto the bleachers, you watched him. He was pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside, and there, on his torso, you could see a few blooming purple bruises.

Your heart sank. You knew what those were. When he caught your eye and you saw the serious look he was giving you, you could tell that he had invited you because he wanted you to see. As terrible a sight as it was, though, it made you feel…almost relieved, maybe? You realized that you were less alone, maybe. Less of an outsider. Because if Billy Hargrove also had bruises, then maybe they were nothing to be ashamed of.

He caught you after class that day, calling you over to his car. The air was tense for a moment, or maybe that was all in your head as you awkwardly avoided his eyes.

“Lemme give you a ride.”

So he did. You had him drop you off down the street, because you knew his car was loud, and you knew your parents wouldn’t take too kindly to it. As you moved to get out, he stopped you, giving you a serious look as he held your wrist gently.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning.” He said around a cigarette.

“You don’t have to…” you mumbled.

“I want to.”

“Why?”

He watched for a moment, and then sighed. “Wanna make sure you’re okay. I know what it’s like is all.”

Your heart was aching for him, and you barely even knew him. “I wish you didn’t…”

His eyes widened slightly. He suddenly looked lost and vulnerable, totally exposed. “I could say the same about you.”

“…hey.” You brushed your thumb over the back of his hand and then leaned in, pressing a light kiss against his cheek. “Thanks, Billy. I’ll…see you tomorrow.”

He stared at you as you got out of the car, and he lingered there at the end of your street as he watched you walk towards your house. “Yeah. See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargove x reader #stranger things x reader

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b1ackbunny · 6 months

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LOVE LIES

CH. 05 | ONLY

A Bada Lee smau-ish ff

pairing: bada lee x fem!dancer!oc (jia mei yu)

synopsis: bada lee wasn’t looking for love when it found her. jia mei yu couldn’t truly comprehend the feeling inside when she was with her, on and off the dancefloor. when these two dancers meet by chance, a bond is formed and uncharted territories are explored.

word count: ≈ 5.1k

warnings: definitely au-like… no mentions of swf or smf, uhhh idk any more, bad writing, friendly violence, a little inaccurate, unedited

previous: chapter 4

next: chapter 6

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taglist (open): @badasgirlfriend @tikitsune @lil-elliesgf @prilux

a/n: ok so the choreo imagined that jia will be teaching is this one! enjoy and I hope y’all like it! honestly longer than I expected… I was gonna post this like wednesday but I couldn’t wait that long I had to share this w you guys 🫶🏽

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“Are you ready for tonight?” Doyeon questioned as she took a sip of her iced latte. Today, the group decided to meet for breakfast with the inclusion of a couple of other friends. Taeyang (better known as Theo), Leejung, and Jihye (better known as Noze).

“Honestly…” She glanced around the table before propping her head on top of her hand and sighing. “Why did I invite her to one of my classes? Now I'm more likely to embarrass myself in front of the students.” Jia drew out another sigh and leaned her head against the wall beside her.

Ryujin rubbed the girl’s shoulder before patting it. “You’re a good choreographer and you're proud of your work, that's why.” Ryujin explained, hearing remarks of agreement after the statement.

“If anything, your muscle memory would take over while you're dancing.” Taeyang reminded and Keeho hummed along. He was right, in a sense.

Whenever Jia felt herself getting distracted while she danced, her body would automatically switch to autopilot and finish the dance for her. It was a little scary at times (according to her friends and previous dance partners) but it was helpful.

Jia raised her head and nodded, taking a spoonful of her kimchi jjigae before looking around the table. She began to smile and each person at the table knew what that meant.

Doyeon, Jihye, and Keeho began spewing excuses, followed by Taeyang who quickly caught on and joined them. Laura, Leejung, and Ryujin flat-out said no to the girl’s non-verbal request.

“We are not coming to your class to make sure you don’t interact one-on-one with Bada.” Ryujin deadpanned, earning nods from around the table. Jia dramatically gasped and held a fist to her heart.

“My friends don't care about me and my needs. My family doesn't care about me and my needs.” She exaggeratedly restated, skimming over the other’s faces. They all smiled at her antics and rolled their eyes.

“We do care about you and your needs…” Leejung started, taking a sip from her coffee before Jihye finished her sentence. “But what you need is to get with Bada and by us showing up to this class you’ll use us as a buffer.” The rest of the table hummed in agreement and Jia took a scoop of her jjigae.

She stared at it for a second before looking up at the group, doubt evident in her eyes. “I don't even know if she likes me like that—or really in general—if she likes girls like that.”

Laura slightly frowned and swung her arm around her sister’s shoulder, pulling her into a side hug. Her fears were justified, as it happened before. During college, Jia grew feelings for a girl who turned out to not like girls but made out with her whenever she was bored.

The mixed signals caused Jia a world of humiliation and heartache that she would rather avoid experiencing for the second time. Jia laid her head on her sister’s shoulder and pushed her food around.

“If you don't want to ask her, we’ll do some digging for you and find out,” Keeho confirmed, peeking around the table to gather more spies for his mission. Doyeon and Taeyang confidently nodded along, soon followed by every other person at the table.

Jia smiled and tapped her pinkie finger to the inner corner of her eye, feeling grateful tears slowly arise. “Thank you guys, this means a lot. Now let's change the subject before I start to cry.”

The table laughed and Laura laid her head on her sister’s, a teasing smirk glazing over her features. “Yeah, please change the subject… she looks ugly when she cries.”

Jia immediately raised her head and exited her sister’s grasp, gasping with feigned offense and slapping her sister’s shoulder. This lifted the spirits of everyone at the table as they laughed at the sisters who started bickering before changing the topic.

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Jia stepped into the practice room and dropped her bag by the mirror, sitting on the floor and looking down at her phone. After breakfast with her friends, she spent her day teaching classes at a smaller studio a short distance from Just Jerk.

Like most of what she did this week, she spent her lunch break on FaceTime with Bada. Now that she's back at Just Jerk and going to see Bada in less than an hour, Jia felt her stomach spin. The comforting feeling of being inside Just Jerk once again kept her uneasiness at bay.

She made her way over to the computer connected to the speakers and pulled up the song, getting it ready for the class. The girl then grabbed her water bottle from her bag and took a sip, glancing at herself in the mirror before looking at the clock.

It was 7:38 p.m., meaning her class was starting soon. She heard a knock at the door and took a deep break before moving across the room. Jia released the breath upon seeing who it was through the window. It was one of the younger members of Just Jerk, Moain.

Jia smiled as she opened the door and hugged the girl. “I’ve missed you Ain!” She ruffled the younger girl’s hair, causing her to swat the hand away before moving inside. “I knew you missed me the most out of everybody, that’s why I signed up for your class.”

Ain made sure to say exceptionally loud so that if any of the lingering members (especially J-Ho and Hulk) were in the hallway they would hear. Jia rolled her eyes at the girl and ruffled her hair once more.

“Yeah, yeah. You've been doing your homework? Staying out of trouble?” Jia folded her arms and raised her eyebrow, staring at the younger girl who rolled her eyes at her back-to-back questioning.

“Yes and yes…” Jia examined the girl’s expression, looking for any signs of her lying before smiling in satisfaction when she found none. Since Jia had met Ain late last year, she saw her as a baby sister. She made sure the seventeen-year-old took her education seriously while helping her excel in dancing.

“I saw a good amount of people in the lobby. I think they're coming to your class.” Ain said as she mimicked Jia’s stretches. “We’ll see at 7:50.” Ain nodded and continued following Jia’s movements.

Once it hit 7:50, Jia swung the door open and jammed a doorstopper underneath it, welcoming the students in with a warm smile. Ain wasn't lying when she said it was a good amount of people. Jia counted a little over fourty people when she eyeballed the crowd entering the room.

She saw many familiar faces within the crowd, as well as new ones. While she searched the crowd of dancers from the doorframe, Jia saw the distinctive box slowly appear in front of her face. It was attached to a hand and Jia followed the direction it came from, spinning on her feet.

Her face immediately formed into a cheerful expression when she saw who it was. Bada’s face held a matching expression as she pulled her arm around and kept the box in Jia’s line of sight.

“Bada! Welcome to my class!” Jia happily greeted the girl and went in for a hug. She felt Bada freeze before reciprocating the hug, swaying side to side before letting go.

After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Jia broke the silence by playfully slapping the girl’s arm. “I told you not to buy me anything. And you better accept the money when I repay you. It’s rude to ignore my wishes-” Bada ignored Jia’s complaints, fixing the girl’s bucket hat that seemed to shift during the hug.

“Friends buy friends things. I'm not taking it back and I'm not accepting anything in exchange.” Bada calmly stated while putting her hands in her pocket, eyes fixated on the girl. Jia maintained the stare-off, giving a pointed gaze in return for Bada’s overall calm and unwavering one.

Jia grumbled and accepted the box of Peperos, causing Bada to smile at her victory as Jia moved to the side. Bada took this as a signal to walk in and the chattering students’ attention instantly flipped to the two.

Jia removed the doorstopper and kicked it to the side, allowing the door to slowly shut behind her as she walked further into the class. A path was cleared for her to walk toward the front of the class.

She pretended to hold a stern face as she reached the front and put the gift in her bag. The girl then turned toward the class and stood front and center, silently staring into the eyes of each student. She could tell a few of them were intimidated as she heard the conversations come to a halt.

Meeting gazes with Ain who held a ‘really?’ expression on her face that told her she didn't believe her stern charade, forced Jia to crack a smile and laugh. “I’m kidding guys, welcome to my class!” She said with a laugh, changing her expression to one of excitement.

All of the students laughed along, the newer students releasing sighs while the ones who were familiar with taking her classes were used to her stunts. “Today we are learning the choreography that I made earlier this week. It's to a song that some of you might be familiar with, ‘Only’ by J.cob featuring Nathania.”

Cheers and claps were heard around the room to her announcement, rendering a smile to take over Jia’s features. She scanned the room and saw Bada a little toward the back, holding up two thumbs up. Her smile widened a little before she cleared her throat and slowly paced the front of the room.

Jia directed them during stretches and told jokes throughout the entirety to make it go faster. After stretching, she heard Ain speak up. “Jia, can you show us the choreography before you teach it? I wanna envision it all beforehand.”

The class chorused in agreement and Jia quietly stared at the girl with a closed mouth passive-aggressive grin. She knew what she was doing, and Ain could tell with the evil smirk that casted over her features.

Ain had been quietly observing Bada and Jia since the class started. She caught every exchanged glance and smile. The seventeen-year-old was also secretly recruited by Hulk and J-Ho to spy on the pair and return with information since they weren't able to go to the class themselves.

Jia sighed before agreeing and moving toward the computer. By this time, the cameraman had already come inside and set his equipment up at the front of the class. He asked if he needed to record this and Jia confirmed that he didn't, but that didn't stop the students from eagerly whipping out their phones.

Jia fast-forwarded the song to the chorus before Nathania’s verse and jogged back to the center of the room where the class left a big space for her to dance. She didn't do the dance full-out and only performed the choreography but still earned cheers from the dancers observing.

As the choreography came to a close she jokingly pointed at one of the students’ phones before bowing and jogging back over to the computer. She stopped the music and turned back over to the class who clapped in response.

“How was that? Are you guys ready to learn it?” They all cheered ‘yes’ and Jia happily clapped. The way Jia taught dancers and idols were completely different. She was a bit more strict with the idols she choreographed for than the dancers.

But overall, Jia was a pretty patient teacher. She reviewed the dancers through the mirror as she explained each move to them and asked after each step she taught if there were any questions.

During the first water break, Jia moved to her water bottle and took a sip. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bada approaching her. She restrained the smile that threatened to rise and turned toward the girl with a neutral facial expression.

“So, Bada… how are you liking my class so far?” Jia quired, lightly tapping her nails against aluminum as she spoke. Bada smiled at the girl and switched the hand holding her own water bottle.

“You're great with people. I can tell you genuinely find happiness in what you do.” Bada truthfully reflected, causing Jia to smile and nod. She thanked the girl and folded her arms behind her back.

“Also you're an amazing dancer. I'm happy I got to see you dance in person.” Jia quickly unfolded her arms and hovered a hand over her mouth, attempting to hide the grin and blush rising. Bada smiled at the girl’s reaction.

“Thanks… do you want to perform the choreo at the end with a group?” Jia questioned once she gained her composure back, her nonchalant tone of voice conflicting with the hopeful gleam in her eyes.

Bada tapped her chin and put a hand on her hip, mimicking a thinking position before cracking a smile. “Yeah, I guess I will.” Jia excitedly smiled and clapped. “Alright, now let me teach the rest of the dance.”

She immediately pivoted towards the group and clapped louder. “Alright guys, I hope you're well-hydrated because we're learning the rest of the dance now!” Some cheers were heard and Jia smiled at Bada who moved back to where she previously was.

Her eyes trailed around the classroom before she turned toward the mirror and met the gaze of Ain who had a brow quirked while looking between the two experienced dancers. Jia rolled her eyes at the girl and continued teaching the steps.

Once she taught all of the moves, she performed the counts with the group about five times with no music. She turned on the music and performed the choreography two more times before moving to the back.

She sent Ain to run the music back as she spoke over it. “Okay guys, now you'll perform as a class two more times but I won't be leading it.” Jia looked around the crowd and saw some unsure faces before the chorus before Nathania’s verse started playing.

She paced behind the dancers and looked at most of them through the mirror. “I believe in you guys! 5, 6, 7, 8!” After she counted them off, they began doing the dance and Jia smiled. She kept her eyes on different dancers and hyped some of them up.

Jia bobbed her head and made satisfied faces at her favorite parts when she saw students accomplish the moves well. Her eyes did trail to Bada’s in the mirror but knowing that she was actually doing her choreography was a little too much for her at the moment so she dragged her gaze away.

After each run, she made some comments and reminders about the parts where most messed up but ultimately cheered them on. Once the last run was over, Jia paused the music and jogged back to the front of the class.

She held a satisfied smile and held her hands together while looking at the group. “After this water break, we're going to record the dance full-out. If you don't want to be chosen for one of the groups who will be recorded, move off to the side.”

A good few from the class moved to the side and when she saw Ain try to, Jia quickly pulled the girl back and smiled at her with a pointed gaze. This earned laughs from around the room and Ain dramatically sighed but stayed next to Jia.

“Okay, so I'm going to choose the groups and then we're gonna go on a water break.” Jia looked around at the dancers left standing. “The first group of dancers will be me, Ain, you with the camouflage cargos and…”

She looked around the group of dancers, taking a couple of glances at Bada before saying the last two recruits. “You with the red hair and you in the grey shirt.” Numerous surprised facial expressions were seen throughout the class, even Ain who thought Jia would use this opportunity to add Bada to her group.

“Alright, now the second group…” Jia drew out, walking between the standing figures. She stopped by Bada and smiled at her through the mirror, putting her hand on her shoulder and patting it.

“Will have the one and only, Bada Lee.” Many of the dancers to the sides started clapping and Jia slid her hand off Bada’s shoulder and moved around the room once more. She picked out six other dancers to be a part of Bada’s group before putting the last nine dancers in the middle together.

The water break started and Jia moved to her water bottle. She saw Ain coming toward her out of the corner of her eye and prepared for the younger girl’s nagging. “Yes, Ain?”

Ain squinted her eyes at the older woman and crossed her arms. “Why didn't you add Bada Lee to your group?” Jia sighed and drank a gulp of water. She turned toward the younger girl and shrugged.

“I wanted her to lead the second group, it's no biggie.” Jia told Ain, which wasn't a lie but wasn't the full truth. She had guessed by now that Ain was sent to spy on the two because Hulk and J-ho weren't there to watch the two themselves.

If Jia told her the whole truth, she knew for a fact that it would get to Hulk and J-ho by the day after and she wouldn't hear the end of it. Ain surveyed Jia’s face before slowly nodding and walking backward toward her friends that came to the class.

Jia shook her head with a smile and took another sip of her water. “I feel like I should be offended you didn't add me to your group.” Jia twirled toward the sudden voice and laughed at Bada’s fake hurt facial expression.

She pouted and rubbed the girl’s arm in sympathy. “I know you'll do a great job leading the second group.” Bada’s expression morphed into a smile as she confidently nodded.

Jia admired the girl’s facial features for a second before dragging her gaze down to her stilled hand on Bada’s arm. She immediately withdrew her hand from Bada’s arm and placed it on her neck, switching her gaze to Bada’s tattoo and sheepishly smiling.

Bada tilted her head and kept her gaze locked on the girl in front of her. She could tell Jia wanted to say more by the conflicting look in her eyes. “And…?”

Jia’s eyes flickered to Bada’s and her mind was shouting at her mouth to deny that there were any more reasons, but her mouth had different plans.

“Well…” She rubbed her hand against the nape of her neck before bringing it down to her elbow. She fixated her gaze on a button on Bada’s shirt and mumbled out her response. “What? I didn't catch that.” Bada furrowed her brows and moved a little closer to the girl.

Jia internally screamed and sighed, taking off her bucket hat and running a hand through her hair before putting it back on. “I also wanted to watch you do my choreography, you know since you're a great dancer and all. It'll be easier to see you dance if you're in another group.” She revealed in one breath, risking a glimpse at Bada’s face.

She was surprised to see a reddish blush painted over the seasoned dancer’s features, accompanied by an appreciative smile. Jia took this opportunity to release some of the nervousness she felt at the moment through comedic relief.

“Wait- is that blush I see? Did I make the Bada Lee blush?” Jia teasingly joked with a laugh, causing the accused to cover her cheeks as she laughed. “Stop, it just means a lot coming from you… because you're also an amazing dancer.” Bada rushed out the last part, biting back the smile that showed throughout her features.

Jia felt the heat rising on her face as she broke her gaze from Bada’s, not-so-discreetly glancing down at the girl’s lips before looking off the side and waving her hand mindlessly. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

She drank another gulp of water before looking at the time and making a noise of recognition. “Water break is over! Let's do a quick stretch before recording.” Jia clapped and got the attention of the dancers as she moved to the middle of the dancefloor.

After the groups stretched together and went over the dance, the first group got into their places. As the music started, Jia clarified to the people who weren't used to her classes that they weren't going to record the full-out version yet, but just do markings.

The group finished markings before rewinding the song back to a couple of seconds before the choreography started. Jia glanced over to Bada through the mirror and couldn't help the matching smile that grew on her face when Bada put a thumbs-up.

She silently laughed before directing her attention to the camera that was rolling. Fully immersing herself in the choreography, Jia made sure to show off a little. She made sure to portray a balanced amount of fluidity and control while also depicting each move through her facial expressions. The cheers and claps from the dancers off to the side only fueled her motions to be more satisfying.

Jia’s body moved to the beat and when it was time for her solo freestyle at the end, she made sure to keep it a little short before returning back to her usual self. Her face transformed into a grin as she held her heart and bowed in thanks for the praise.

She made sure to clap for the other dancers in her group, hugging each one of them and congratulating them on their execution. Jia’s gaze drifted toward Bada who stood across the room. Bada was already staring at her so when they made eye contact, Bada put up two thumbs up and mouthed ‘that was amazing’.

Jia’s smile widened at Bada’s compliment and put her hands over her heart and downwards smiled. Jia felt Ain tap her arm and switched her gaze to the younger girl next to her. “Stop staring at her with googly eyes and call the next group up!”

Jia side-eyed the girl and waved a finger at her while she walked toward the back of the class. “Next group!” She called out with a smile, holding her hands together as she signaled for them to go to the center.

There were cheers echoing around the room once Bada was seen approaching the middle. Jia joined in by clapping for the group, signaling one of the students off to the side to stand by the computer and wait for her cue to play the music.

After a few seconds, Bada gave a sign to Jia through the mirror showing that her group was ready. Jia nodded and sent signals to both the student and the cameraman. Once the music started, Jia kept her eyes trained on the dancers in front of her.

Each time they made the dance their own, Jia nodded along and cheered for them with a pleased smile. She mimicked the moves at some parts and winced in enjoyment at other parts.

But, Jia couldn't help it when her eyes trailed to a specific dancer in the group. Jia held a fist to her mouth and turned around before regaining her composure when she saw Bada do the specific hip part of her choreography.

She met gazes with Bada through the mirror as the choreography ended and signaled for her to keep going, adding her own short freestyle at the end once the other dancers walked off to the side.

Jia just smiled at the girl and stared at her in respect. After meeting her, Jia would be lying if she said she hadn't spent an hour or two watching random Bada dance videos. She grew to love watching the girl perform.

The way she carried herself, the control she had over her body, and the precision in her movements when dancing amazed the girl. So, seeing Bada do Jia’s choreography and channel such elements made Jia smile to herself while she watched Bada dance.

As Bada wrapped up the freestyle, Jia clapped for the girl and sent her two thumbs up. Bada smiled and shook her head before bowing. The cheers from Jia’s students came to an end once Bada moved from the middle and the music stopped.

She watched as Bada praised the other dancers in her group for their dancing. Jia made her way over to them and congratulated them herself. She high-fived each dancer from the group and listed the parts she especially liked their versions of.

Bada watched with a glint of admiration as Jia enthusiastically spoke to her students, individually complimenting them as well as giving constructive criticism. She could really see how much Jia cared for the people she taught and it made her smile.

Jia’s gaze fell on Bada and she placed her hands on her hips, slightly smirking at the girl as she got ready to tease her. “What are you smiling about? Your performance could use a little work, these six were outshining you.” Jia jokingly tutted and shook her head, causing the six other dancers to laugh and Bada’s smile to only grow.

“Yeah, yeah. I might have to come to another one of your classes, perhaps one wasn't enough.” The six other dancers from the second group’s eyes widened at her statement, instantly turning toward their teacher.

Jia’s eyes widened a bit as she broke her eye contact with Bada, clearing her throat as she tried to keep a nonchalant impression. “Sure, maybe you might need one more of my classes.” She said with a shrug before bowing and excusing herself from the group.

Jia’s mind hadn't even processed that whole interaction before she called for the next group to go to the middle. When the dancers were ready, the music started to play and the camera started filming.

The girl made sure to keep the same energy for this group, cheering and wincing in delight at different sections. Her eyes were equally trained on all of the dancers and she was overall happy with their performance.

After the last group performed, Jia gave feedback on their version of her choreography. She let the group catch their breath before she stood at the front of the room. “I just want to thank all of you for signing up for my class. It was fun teaching this dance to all of you and I hope you all had as much fun as I did.

You are all amazing dancers and I thank you for sparing me a couple hours of your day.” Jia finished her short speech with a bow and gained applause from everyone around the room.

She smiled at the applause before announcing that the class was dismissed. A few people stayed back to ask Jia questions or take pictures with her, to which Jia accepted. After about fifteen minutes, one of the last students left, and Jia began to push Ain out the door.

“You have homework to do and it's late, you can't help me pack up,” Jia explained to the frowning girl before hugging her goodbye and sending her on her way. She twirled around to see Bada and two other students still there.

With furrowed brows, she approached them. When her footsteps were heard, the three looked up toward her. The two familiar students looked at each other and between the two other dancers before rushing out goodbyes and leaving the room with giggles.

Jia looked over her shoulder at the duo speedwalking out of the room, rolling her eyes with a smile at their giggles before turning her attention back to the girl in front of her.

She held a questioning gaze when she looked at Bada, trying to figure out without any words why she was still there. “I thought you'd leave by now,” Jia said with a confused smile playing on her lips.

“I stayed to help you pack up,” Bada revealed with a close-lipped smile that Jia found absolutely charming. Jia raised her eyebrows, flicking her gaze around Bada’s face before nodding with a somewhat matching close-lipped smile.

“Alright, thank you.” Jia began giving Bada directions on what she wanted her to do and the girl happily complied. While they packed up together, their conversation flowed as easily as it did on the phone, which the two were immensely grateful for.

Their banter was the same and it felt like time passed quickly as the two packed up the studio. Their conversations continued as they walked down the stairs to the lobby side by side.

Once they signed out and exited the building, they stopped in front of the studio and collectively sighed. “Thank you for coming to my class.” “Thank you for inviting me.” Jia smiled at the girl and slightly tilted her head to the side.

She watched as Bada bit down on her bottom lip, obviously contemplating something in her mind. “What are you thinking about?” Jia questioned, sliding her hand down her bag’s strap.

Bada stared back at the girl and folded her hands together. “Would you like to meet for lunch tomorrow?” Jia tried to bite back her smile, ultimately failing as she nodded her head.

“Yeah, I'd love to.” Bada smiled at the response, feeling a sense of relief flow through her body. “Great, I'll text you the details.” Jia nodded and folded her arms around herself, happy with how today went.

Bada didn't know whether she should hug the girl goodbye, so she ultimately just bowed and said her goodbyes. The two walked in different directions toward their cars, the radiant grins evidently plastered on their features.

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snoringkitty1 · 10 months

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Octavinelle vampire headcanons

Cw: Mentions of blood. Slightly suggestive in Floyd's bit. Characters: Azul, Floyd and Jade.

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Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was not expecting something so bizarre to occur on a simple day, he just wanted to check on a project for his chemistry class. yet when he stepped in, he was bombarded with smoke, and in the center was Jamil, wearing a mask to avoid breathing in the fumes.

Azul as a vampire is..surprisingly not too much different from his normal self. He's still a gentleman but might stare at exposed skin a little longer than he should.

He'll go out less until it wears off, meaning you'll be at his place a lot more for a week or so. But I doubt you're complaining about it too much.

When he is forced to go out for whatever reason, he'll keep his hat on, even if it isn't part of his school uniform, it's not going to stop him. If anyone asks though he'll deny that anything is wrong.

Now let's get to the good part, Azul will bite your inner wrist if he is forced to drink from you. Not like he would want to drink from anyone else, he just doesn't want to hurt you. yknow?

The usually gentle Azul kept a tight hold on your wrist as he peppered small kisses along your hand and wrist. His grey eyes open just slightly, observing you for a moment.

"Ready?" he asked, a small twinge of guilt hidden under his usual mask of confidence

His lips are soft, and the moment he tastes your blood, he can't stop himself from drinking more. It was like kisses, the more he got, the more he wanted to receive..relationships are a form of contract, and if that was an obligation, he would fulfill it until no end.

And the moment you pass out from blood loss, he'll feel like an awful boyfriend. A look of guilt painted all over his face and posture.

He'll lay you down in his bed, making sure you get the rest you need. He'll probably cuddle you but on the off chance he doesn't he'll spend some time in his office doing paperwork.

Other than that, once it wears off, he will buy you something nice.

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Floyd Leech

Floyd really just walked in and drank something he shouldn't have, and hardly even noticed a change. But you certainly did.

Floyd seemed a lot more sluggish as he dragged himself back to the lounge, his outfit as messy and unkempt as ever. Perhaps he's yawning a bunch or complaining about his mouth hurting.

The moment vampire Floyd sees you, don't expect to escape his grasp for the rest of the day..or week for that matter.

He's constantly whining about the changes he's undergone because of what he drank (Even though it is entirely his fault, silly lil guy).

When he finally comes to realize what had happened, or Jade told him because he drank something of Jades. He'll cry to you that he's hungry, and he clearly has ulterior motives.

When you finally comply and let him carry you to his room, expect a multitude of bite marks being left behind by the time he finally finds the place best to drink from.

He'll drink from the left side of your neck, (His left) and he would drink until either you tell him to stop or until you pass out. Granted, you should probably tell him to stop when you feel woozing, otherwise he might be too lost in the taste of your blood to notice that you've clocked out.

Floyd carefully laid you down in his bed with a cheeky grin as he hovered above you. "You look so nice from up here!" He cheered and grinned, leaning down to peck your lips playfully. "Shut up..." You huffed and pushed him back slightly, Making Floyd snicker as he leaned down again but this time, leaned into the crook of your neck. He sprinkled sparse kisses along the side of your neck, his eyes narrowed as he tried to use his new abilities to detect the best place to drink from. He bit down once without warning but didn't break the skin, just leaving a bite mark behind on your neck. And after a few more trials and errors he found the spot and sunk his teeth in...again without warning. "A warning would be nice, Floyd-!" you yelped in surprise and squirmed with a quiet whine. He hummed against your skin and held your wrists to keep you from moving away. "Thstop moving.." he grumbled. And after a minute or so you felt faint, holding your head and whining, "Floyd-..that's enough, please stop.." You mumbled and he almost instantly leaned away, wiping his mouth and kissing your forehead before flopping down beside you, "Hehe, sorry.." he chuckled and pulled you close, but now you'd already passed out. "Awe man..only if i made you pass out under a different circumstance..i wouldn't feel so shitty.." he huffed,

Floyd won't go to sleep immediately, he'll play with your hair and lightly pinch your cheeks until he falls asleep, holding you and making sure you're comfortable.

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Jade Leech

Oh dear.

Jade as a vampire is very, very dangerous thing, because personally I think he is super sadistic.

He will leave bite marks all over instead of just your neck like Floyd, from your arms and thighs to your shoulders. No where is safe.

He'll drink from the right side of your neck, as opposed to his brother. But in the end, he doesn't care where he drinks from, as long as it's your blood he doesn't mind.

He's honest, he will tell it straight that he is hungry, and he wants to drink from you. If you deny him, he will respect your choice and suffer through the few weeks of hunger.

Naturally, you know what happens when you accept. He'd sit you on his lap and hold your face, hold your face and admire you for a moment.

Jade sat you down in his lap, holding your thighs for a moment before his hands slid up to hold your waist and pull you closer, a charming smile on his face. "Feeling alright?" he inquired and moved hair out of your face and kissed your forehead. "Mhm..I feel great." you murmured and relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes. Jade smiled and kissed your cheek, his kisses trailing down to your neck, where his kisses became prolonged to detect a heartbeat. "Well, darling..just breath, and this will be all over with." he assured softly and smiled before his teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck. You clenched fistfuls of his uniform and shivered before slowly relaxing as the pain faded away. He made sure to keep a close eye on your pulse, and when your heart sped up just a little too fast, he leaned back and stopped. You set your chin on his shoulder and shivered, and he pat your back with a faint hum, "relax..we're done. here.." he hummed and laid you down and tucked you in, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding your hand as you slowly faded in unconsciousness.

Jade just wants to make sure you're comfortable, and the moment you wake up he'll bring you water and your favorite snack. He'll pamper you and make sure you're cozy and comfy.

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Thanks for reading.

#fluff #twst #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #vampire #floyd x reader #floyd leech #jade leech #jade x reader #octavinelle #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland #twst floyd

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rescuehumans-runtotherescue · 3 months

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Kade & Graham Both Crushing On You Headcanons

🧯Kade is very confident and will likely take to flirting with you right away

📊Graham on the other hand is more shy and will pine after you without making a move for a while

🧯Kade will make a point to show off when you’re around, especially if it’s right after a rescue and he’s still in uniform (he might be taking credit for someone else’s work though)

📊After some encouragement (likely from Boulder) Graham would probably try to talk with you about his job to make conversation, figuratively dipping his toes in the water to see if you have any interest in him and what he does

🧯Kade takes any little compliment as him winning you over

📊Whereas Graham is always second guessing if you like him just as a friend or if there is something more

If Graham found out first that both he and Kade like you:

📊Graham would back off, not wanting to compete with his brother and already feeling like he has no chance

📊He’d never tell anyone he likes/liked you too, that would be embarrassing

📊He would be a little sad every time you come over and Kade flirts with you, but wouldn’t let on to this and still enjoy your company

📊At least he still gets to keep you in his life, even if things are awkward for a while

If Kade found out first that both he and Graham like you:

🧯Kade would be extremely conflicted. He never thought anything like this would happen, he didn’t think Graham and him had the same taste in romantic partners

🧯I think Kade would back off from flirting with you, feeling odd about ‘competing’ with his lil bro about something like this

🧯He wouldn’t encourage or discourage Graham from talking to you or even let on that he knows that they both like you

🧯Kade’s putting this in your hands, really. He’s not gonna ask you out now, but if you asked him, he’d say yes. If you ask Graham out, he’ll try his best to be happy for his brother, even if he needs to keep some distance for a while so he can get over it

#both of them figuring out they both have a crush on you: 😬#they wouldn’t let a potential romantic partner put a barrier in their relationship with each other #kade burns #graham burns #graham burns x reader #kade burns x reader #kade x reader x graham #graham x reader x kade #graham x reader #kade x reader #transformers rescue humans #tfrb #trb #tfrb headcanons #rescue humans headcanons

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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tbh i need me some zack lee 😢😢 I THINK HES A LIL UNDERRATED WHEN IT COMES TO FICS AND STUFF i think maybe its bcuz he has a love interest??????

FUCKING LOVE ZACK (I say that about most of lookism eh). Tbh he was the first one that I really paid attention to. He had such a great slice of life arc, going from an asshole bully to a compassionate caring guy. And his dedication and tenacity - he never. gives. up.

But the fact that he likes Mira and she is such a queen, it makes me feel bad :(

If you insist though (and please do keep insisting). Thanks for the ask! I need more Zack stuff too tbh

Zack Lee x Reader: Confessing to You (or a little before)

Zack clutches the bouquet tightly in his hands.

Was this too much? Too old fashioned? Too embarassing? Agh why does this not come easily to me. He considers bashing his head into the flowers but somehow restrains himself.

Zack really wanted to do this properly, and ask you out with some sort of romantic gesture. Now, being here on your doorstep, that is a different story.

"It's obvious Y/N likes you! Stop being a wimp and just ask her out!" Mira had scolded him, after he finally confessed to her last month. It was obvious in hindsight that they wouldn't ever progress from being best friends. Taking the leap from friendship to romance was just too much in the end, especially with all they had been through. Eventually the puppy crush fizzled out. You had an unintentional helping hand with that.

You were always nice to him, then again, you were always nice to everyone. But that time you patched him up after a fight, laughed at his jokes, and promised not to tell Mira; Zack had no choice but to start paying attention to you.

How did he miss someone like you from right under his nose? He knew his friends constantly poked fun at him for being so laser-focused on Mira, but had he really been that bad?

And then when you were paired up together for an assignment - he was done for. The time together allowed his feelings to blossom. Had he ever laughed that much with someone else? Had he ever felt so warm and comfortable in someone else's company? Had his heart pounded this much when he was with Mira?

Zack's crush on you dragged from days to weeks to months. He was never one to really do anything about it, just look at how far he got with Mira. But his confidence grew when he sneakily tried to glance at you and found you already looking. Even more when he noticed you always sought him out to ask how he's doing. And finally he made up his mind when you mentioned in passing that you thought he was the perfect guy.

Maybe he did have a chance, or maybe he would regret it too much if he didn't at least ask.

Zack knocks on your door, and awaits his fate.

#lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #lookism fanfic #lookism fic #zack lee #zack lee x reader #lee jinsung #lee jinsung x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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braimrotting · 7 months

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My playlist as QSMP

(warning im shit at english lang so my interpretation of songs may be way off... im also ace and often miss romantic implication so.. yeah if a song has lyrics which are like about an s/o and i havent specified i probably dont mean for it to be shipping)

songs included: tongues & teeth (the crane wives), pink in the night (mitski), gb eating gb whilst listening to gb (crywank), going to brighton (fresh)

TONGUES & TEETH - The Crane Wives hideduo fit pov fit as a self serving survivalist from a wasteland experiencing love in this cursed fuckin island • "ive grown a mouth so sharp and cruel its all that i can give to you my dear" habits from 2b2t even little things like his lack of trust, hasnt confided his true intentions to anyone - constant lies by omission - hes flawed and hes recognised it • "if you're fine with that you can be mine like that" theres very much something going on with hideduo but fit is insistent on his baby steps bc he doesnt want to hurt pac. 'are you fine with that?' • "you gotta know that this wont last" this is soooo fit coded bffr. i adored the conversations fit n ramon had but one thing that stuck out to me was that he would always specify that only he and ramon would escape. never mentioned anyone else. selfish in the most understandable way • "i will ruin you, its a habit i cant help it" again 2b2t ingrained habits that never leave. linked w above point, hes selfish and that isnt necessarily a bad thing just not great for a blossoming relationship • "i will love u like the ashes in my cigarette box" hc 2b2t!fit smoked - ramon told him off once but now that the baby's gone hes picked it up again, a headcanon bc i cannot imagine ccfit smoking since hes such a health buff - feels so out of character lmao strong thoughts about qfit no one even try to fight me - his entire character occupies a space in my brain PINK IN THE NIGHT - Mitski phissa missa pov devotion easy • "i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you" • "can i try again and again and again" i dont think i need to say more - tbh this could go for guapoduo too but the "can i try again" made me think of missa + how he wants to live up to phils expectations

GB EATING GB WHILST LISTENING TO GB - Crywank phissa still missa pov

"in a busy room youre all i see" literally THEM sorry during the mexican independence event they were literally all they could see.. them doing the dance together - it may as well have just been the 2 of them + phil jumping in front of missa to take pics of him alone w/o him noticing

"calm down dont let her see how fast your heart is beating" missa saying "im speaking weird so the translator doesnt pick up, i love you" THIS GUYYYYYYYY

"i think about you but i know im not good enough" bffr mr missa "ill come back when im a good enough father" sinfonia

"and I built you up to much, now I can't say what's on my mind in case I go and scare you away" missa doesnt want to burden phil because he feels like hes been such a bad father compared to phils dedication - now that hes back he doesnt want to disappoint him anymore

"and how could i compete with the world at your feet" missa coming back to like 3 men at phils whim LMAO

"i wouldn't want to hurt you by letting you hurt me you don't deserve to feel guilty"

"i just want you in my life"

sorry im so obsessed with their puppy love GOING TO BRIGHTON - Fresh tubbo coded, i mean with the name i had to give it to him in my mind hes talkin to phil • "things i care the most about dont seem to ever get old" his excitement over everything even the simplest things is so refreshing • "i feel the fire inside me trains passing over head" his determination posing a unique threat to the feds and i feel like its such an important part of his character. also he likes trains :) • "there are things i learnt inside my head that they cant ever take away from me" lil bugs and just knowledge of the game make him a great bug tester for the admins lmao. this guy takes any chance to glitch his way through life

"starting over is a sign of strength"

also honorary mention to that one person who said the garden was codebreakerduo coded because you are so right and true and based and i think of that post everytime i listen to that song. being so normal by peach pit was very celltw (is that what pac and cellbit are called?) to me but i didnt really have much reasoning

#qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp fitmc #qsmp tubbo #qsmp missa #qsmp cellbit #im so qsmp brained i cant even listen to my music without thinking of these cubitos #hekp

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lemmilemura · 9 months

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HEAR ME OUT ON THIS REQUEST PLZ, ok so the reader a huge crush on simon right? but theyre not friends at all, like they’ve never met eachother other than having a few classes together and stuff (he hasn’t even posted about them on AT). BUT (since the reader is like so obsessed or whatever) the reader like, hacks into about that somehow, and they and simon meet and talk to eachother IN THE CODE OF THE APP. I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

im ngl ive had this idea for so long, theres a lot of plot holes in the req so you can do whatever to it, but plz keep the talking in the code of the app thing in it because i think it’s adorable 😭

Oh my fucking god that is genious!!! I absolutely love that idea! Thank you, omg, I'm full of energy again to write this, I never even thought of this!!! I missed you, pine-ferret, I really have.

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

3am. Pitch black. The only light was coming from my computer screen. It was giving off a green glow into the room. It came from the fake hacking website I had open on my second monitor. Actual hacking doesn't do all that fancy stuff. Atleast not the hacking I was currently doing. My only companion, my only energy came in the form of Lipton Ice Tea. My motivation was what was behind that wall of code. It was grueling. It was terrible. It took hours. But I persevered. I powered through. I used all of my skills trying to get in. Trying to achieve my goal.

What was that goal you ask? A simple one. One that, if you think about it, could have been solved much faster and easier, if I had more confidence and didn't have a panic attack every time I thjought of it.

My goal was to talk to Simon Kelleher.

I know, you don't have to point it out. Look, my severe social anxiety and also him not having a single idea who I was kinda kept me from talking to him. How do I know he doesn't know I exist? I have never been mention in AT. Not even once. And he's mentioned EVERYONE. Except for his friends, of course.

Hacking into AT was much harder than anywhere I'd hacked into before. "He set this up good... But nothing I didn't expect from him..." I mean of course he'd protect it well, if anyone got in there, it could spell disaster. Luckily, I wasn't planning on using it for anything nefarious. Only on the conquest of admiration.

I got really close to cracking it, I could feel it. Only a few more lines and I'd be in. "Seems like it's 1-0 for me, Kelleher. In, ya know, hacking and keeping your website un-hackable. In most other areas you definitely have way more points than me." I said to myself as I felt success get closer and closer.

But as always when I thought something would go my way, it did a U-turn.

Anarchi$k: Nice try.

"What the fuck. Wait, okay, okay, this is my big chance. This must be Simon. Stay calm, you got this."

(Username): Oh you haven't won yet.

Anarchi$k: Suuuuure. Now gtfo

(Username): Rude much.

I was then 'kicked out' of the code. But all he did was just send me a few steps back. Luckily, I had a habit of writing down every step that worked. So it only took a few seconds for me to geth where I was.

(Username): Hello again.

Anarchi$k: How tf

Anarchi$k: How did you do that?

(Username): A magician never reveals their tricks.

(Username): Now lemme get past, I'm almost in.

Anarchi$k: Not if I can stop you.

(Username): You just failed.

"Aaaaand kicked again. Alright, gotta work a lil faster then." This time, I managed to get further, only one password stood between me and having access to all of AT. That and Anarchi$k, aka Simon, of course.

Anarchi$k: Could you not?

Anarchi$k: Kicking you out is getting tedious.

(Username): Then stop kicking me?

(Username): Think on the bright side, now you know what you need to reinforce!

Anarchi$k: Good luck getting further.

Anarchi$k: You'll need it

(Username): Awwwww, thanks.

I wasn't kicked, but I could imagine why. There was no hint whatsoever to what the password could be. I'd probably not have multiple tries, either. "You can do this. and if not, hey, he knows you exist! Kinda. Not really..." I shook my head and then got to thinking. I knew almost nothing about him, so there was no way I'd ever get it.

(Username): Can I get a hint?

Anarki$k: Wtf no

(Username): Cmoooooon

(Username): I doubt anyone before has gotten this far

(Username): I deserve this

Anarchi$k: I don't even know who you are.

(Username): I know you

Anarchi$k: Everyone knows me

Anarchi$k: Because of what you're trying to get into.

(Username): Even if I told you my name

(Username): You wouldn't know who I am

Anarchi$k: Try me

(Username): Password first, Kelleher

(Username): :)

For a while nothing came. "Of course he wouldn't just give me it."

Anarchi$k: If you're still at it in like

Anarchi$k: A day

Anarchi$k: And haven't given up

Anarchi$k: I'll think about it

(Username): Yeeeah I don't believe you

(Username): I'll get this password

(Username): One way or another

(Username): But thanks for the offer

I ended up falling asleep after about half an hour of thinking. It was 4am, okay? School kicked my ass the next morning. I couldn't focus because I kept thinking about that stupid password. I only had 2 classes with Simon but he never said much in any of them, plus he sat behind me in both, so I couldn't even look at his desk or anything.

At lunch, I only nibbled at my food, while scribbling various ideas and getting frustrated. "If only I knew him better. Maybe this would be easier." My apple was only half gone, and there were only 30 minutes of lunch left. "You look like you could use some help." I looked at the voice suddenly next to me. "You're, Maeve, right? Maeve Rojas?" She sits next to me, with her tray of food. "Yep. It's okay if I sit here, right?" "You're not sitting with your sister?" "We have different lunches."

That was a first for many reasons. I never had anyone wanting to sit next to me. I'd never talked to Maeve before. I'd seen her a handful of times with Simon and Janae. "What are you struggling with?" She asked as she leaned over. "Just some code. A... friend of mine forgot their passcode and has no idea what it was." "Well, any ideas?" The two of us spent the rest of lunch trying to figure out what the passcode was, and she never found out it was to AT.

I got back to it as soon as I got home. I was determined to figure it out without Simon's hint. I workshopped a little more on what me and Maeve worked on.

Anarchi$k: Wait you're actually here again?

(Username): Did ya miss me?

Anarchi$k: Ya wish

(Username): I wish to get into AT

Anarchi$k: Do I look like a Genie to you?

(Username): A Genie-ous

Anarchi$k: Oh my fucking god

(Username): Does flattery get me a free entry pass?

Anarchi$k: It gets you nowhere

(Username): Oh cmoooooonnnn

(Username): Just let me in!

Anarchi$k: I told you

Anarchi$k: 24 hours

Anarchi$k: You've got 12 left

(Username): Ugh

(Username): Party pooper

"C'mon brain, think of things. C'mon brain, be so smart." I repeated to myself an amount of times I do not know. I brainstormed all the way through dinner, and way into the night.

"I only have one hour left. Either I could just give up and wait for the hint. Or I could crack this and be amazing and impress him..." the latter was the one I really wanted, but I knew it was very very unrealistic.

Anarchi$k: 30 minutes buddy

Anarchi$k: Or do you already give up?

(Username): I never give up

(Username): i never let down

(Username): I never run around or desert

Anarchi$k: okay for that you only get 15 minutes left

(Username): WTF why?

Anarchi$k: you fucking rickrolled me wtf did you think was gonna happen?

(Username): you'd find the joke so hilarious and give me the code and then we fall helplessly in love and live out our days only communicating in code?

Anarchi$k: wow

Anarchi$k: yeah that's not gonna happen

(Username): worth a try

Anarchi$k: why do you want to get in so badly anyway?

Anarchi$k: I mean I know why but goddamn just give up already

(Username): wow you must be braindead

(Username): I just told you, dumbass

Omg I actually just said that. Maybe it was the fact that he had no idea it was me that was giving me that confidence. God knows I would never be able to get a single word out if we were actually face to face.

Anarchi$k: you must be so desperate and deprived of attention if you come to me of all people

(Username): you do realize that backfired, right?

Anarchi$k: I am very well aware

(Username): you should like

(Username: idk

(Username): be happy that there's someone who like you

(Username): and stuff

Anarchi$k: oh I'm very flattered

Anarchi$k: but still

Anarchi$k: like wtf

Anarchi$k: also back to the I don't fucking know you part

(Username): If I told you who I am

(Username): 1 it would ruin this great little 'game'

(Username): and 2 you'd still not know who I am cuz you don't know me

Anarchi$k: oh how fun

Anarchi$k: I get to experience having a stalker

(Username): it's not like that dumbass

(Username): ok what I can say is I also go to Bayview

Anarchi$k: narrows it only a small bit

Anarchi$k: and if you think that stops the stalker thing it doesn't

(Username): welp, I tried

Anarchi$k: and I succeeded

Anarchi$k: time's up, buddy

Anarchi$k: any final words before I send you back out?

Anarchi$k: I've changed pretty much eveything btw

I felt like at this point I only had two options.

1. Take the loss and lose all my progress, and this is where it all ends

2. Tell him who I am and it ends too

And I kid you not I blacked out while typing what I typed because I do not remember a single thing.

(Username): my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). We have a couple classes together. You sit behind me in them.

I only came back to consciousness after it was sent. I then cursed myself and curled up in a ball on my chair. Goodybe and chance to ever succeed. Goodbye future I'd dreamed of. Goodbye happiness.

I'd started crying a little too. Then I heard a sound. I looked up.

"What the fuck" I was greeted by the Admin panel of AT. Full access to everything.

Anarchi$k: not a lot of people would be willing to admit that

Anarchi$k: you got balls, (Username)

Anarchi$k: also I knew it was you the entire time lol

WHAT.

(Username): what

Anarchi$k: yeah I see you sometimes

Anarchi$k: you gotta work on the staring

Anarchi$k: also Maeve told me she helped you with a passcode during lunch

Anarchi$k: so yeah

(Username):...

(Username): I

I was speechless. Somehow, this was worse. Much worse.

Anarchi$k: I gave you access because I could use the help

Anarchi$k: of someone who knows their way around code

Anarchi$k: no offense to Janae and Maeve but they're not smart enough for this stuff

(Username): I

(Username): okay

(Username): I guess

(Username): this is going to be so awkward

(Username): just warning ya

Anarchi$k: oh I'm sure we'll be just peachy

Anarchi$k: also feel free to stuck around us at school

Anarchi$k: if your poor little heart can handle that

Anarchi$k: ;)

(Username): or my reputation rather

Anarchi$k: you're invisble

Anarchi$k: there's no reputation to break

Okay I know that ending was kinda meh but I do not know how to go on I hope you still like it qwq

#one of us is lying #oouil #simon kelleher #oouil tv show #oneshot

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Wanna Hear You | Hawk Moskowitz Chubby!LaRusso!Reader

Fem!Shy!Reader - Part of the What the Hell is Going On? Series (bc I guess it's a lil series now) - Y/N used - Smut Blurb

Find the req for this here and thank you @sensei-venus for the idea 😈 I love it (unedited)

They'd learned their lesson: no making out when it wasn't guaranteed they were totally alone and definitely not at the dojo. So Hawk took Y/N to one of the only other places he knew they could be alone for a while and Sensei Lawrence wouldn't make a competition of their relationship; his house.

It was easy and maybe should have been their first choice, but hindsight is 20/20. No one was going to bother them there and they could do whatever they wanted. And recently, they've been wanting to get a little more handsy with each other, at least Hawk did, but they never had the chance.

Now they had it.

While they'd been enjoying a movie, it was abandoned halfway through to make out on Hawk's bed instead. Y/N's arms were wrapped around him, pulling him into her feverishly with a hand on the back of his neck while his hands gliding over her waist held her back. They didn't change positions from their previous cuddling, too interested in each other and finally having a moment's peace to enjoy one another's company like they'd like to.

Then his hand that was squeezing her soft waist began to slid lower. She expected him to grab her ass like he usually did, because he liked it so much when she yelped in surprise and also because "it's so fucking tempting." However, his fingers danced along the waistband of her shorts, tickling her hip to her belly. Instead of making her giggle, it gave her butterflies.

She pulled away from his lips and looked at him, panting softly as her nerves got the better of her. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Nothing if you don't want me to," he told her, making her feel a little better. He placed his hand on her hip and squeezed it gently, pulling her close to him. "I just wanna make you feel good, if you'll let me... if you want that."

They had done some grinding while making out and a little groping here and there, but nothing ever got past that. Their clothes always stayed on, never coming very close to coming off. If they had gotten an inch ahead, it was taken by someone interrupting them. So it would please her father that they had never actually done anything.

Y/N had never done anything period.

It made her stomach knot up because Hawk was so confident. He'd had a girlfriend or two before her. Meanwhile, he was her first serious boyfriend and she was scared to screw it all up. What if I mess up somehow? What if I'm bad? What if-

Her head was full of what if's buzzing around like bees. However, despite her nerves, she couldn't deny she wanted him, in any way he would give himself to her.

So she nodded gently, because he'd never made her feel like she had to perform for him or that he needed sex from her. And the way he said it, "I just wanna make you feel good," made the butterflies in her belly flutter in a good way. She squeezed her thighs together. "Y-yeah, I want that."

He smiled and slid his hand to the front of her jean shorts, using one hand to undo them and slowly pulled the zipper down. He stared into her pretty eyes the whole time, taking things slow in case she changed her mind. "You just let me know if you want me to stop or if it hurts."

"What- what are you gonna do?" she asked, cursing herself for stuttering so much. But she couldn't help it. Her face was hot and her nerves were on edge all because this was new.

He pushed his hand into her shorts and ran his fingers over her panties. "I'm gonna finger you, if that's okay."

She nodded again and he grinned. Then he gently guided her to lay on her back and he kissed her. He wanted her to relax and let him take care of her, make her feel pleasure. He knew this was her first time getting sexual with anyone, so he was going to make it a great first experience for her. He didn't want her to worry about anything, so when she spread her legs to give him room to touch her, he knew he was doing it right.

He ran his finger over her clothed pussy, feeling a small wet spot beginning to form. He pressed his fingertip into it, making her squeak, and he chuckled against her lips. He teased her over her panties as they made out, taking things nice and easy. Then he pushed her shorts down her legs and she helped take them off.

He looked at her, taking her in as she laid beside him. Swollen lips, innocent eyes, partially nude with her panties stuck to her wet folds. He played with the waistband of her panties, teasing her for a moment until she squirmed, then he starts pushing them off. He could smell her arousal, feel it as he cupped her hot sex.

He dipped his head into her neck and started planting kissed upon her skin as he ran hisnfingers through her folds. He spread her open with two fingers and listened to the small sounds she made in the back of her throat. As her slick collected on his fingers, he used it to wet her folds. His fingers dragged up and down her slit until he brought them up and found her clit.

She gasped as he flicked it, which was how he knew he'd found it. He smirked and brought his lips up to her ear. "That's it, isn't it?"

"Eli," she whines softly. "Please..."

He couldn't deny her, so he used two fingers to rub circles into her clit. She let out a startled, pleased moan at first, but every one that followed was soft and muffled. They came from the back of her throat and were hard to hear despite being right beside her. It was strange to him, but thought she just needed a little more pleasure. So he latched onto the sensitive spot that was on the side of her neck and started sucking on it, but nothing changed.

He pulled back after a moment and looked at her, finding her lip caught between her teeth. He slowed his moments to a stop and she whimpered, looking at him. He leaned down to kiss her and she was receptive, kissing him hungrily and letting out small moans.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead to hers as his fingers slipped down to her slit. "I wanna heat you, Y/N. You don't have to hold anything in. It's just you and me, baby."

Then he pushed a finger into her and she moaned. Her hole was tight around just one of his fingers and he couldn't wait to stretch her out on more of them. He watched her face as she got used to the feeling as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in, easing her into it. She was still moaning softly, but no longer trying to hold them back, and he smiled.

Eli worked up to a faster pace, one that was still easy with her but would feel good. When she was ready, he pushed a second finger into her and watched her mouth fall open with a loud moan. Her hips were gently moving with his fingers, unsteady and uncertain of what she was doing, but it was okay. As time went on, she'd figure it out, he was sure of it. And he'd help her if she'd like him to.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he told her, kissing along her jaw. He mumbled against her skin as she continued to moan. "I just wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers."

His thumb lightly ghosted over her clit and her hips jolted up. He continued to finger fuck her pretty hole while giving the swollen nub more stimulation, eventually leading him to rubbing litting patterns into it. She got more vocal as he went on, telling him to please not stop.

"Does it feel good?" he asked. She nodded and he grunted. "Tell me about it, baby. Tell me about how good I'm making you feel."

"So good," she whined. Her eyes were in him, hazy with lust and pleasure. "It feels so so good!."

"I know. You're so tight around my fingers, and the wet smack of this pussy," he grunted, going quiet so she could hear how wet she was. His hand was already messy from her pussy juice and he was loving it. "So fucking wet for me."

She nodded, sighing and moaning blissfully. "All for you."

"Yeah? Does that mean you're gonna come for me, too?"

"Yes!" she moaned suddenly, his fingers hitting the spongy spot in her cunt. Her hips lifted off of the bed and he continued to hit that spot. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her velvet walls clenched around his fingers and he shoved them into her, fluttering them as she started to fall down that cliff. She came around his fingers hard, warm cream coating his digits as she cried out for him. He could only watch with pride as he knew he'd succeeded in what he wanted to do, her moans of his name going straight to his ego.

When pulled his hand away, it was drippy with slick and her cum. He brought his fingers to his mouth and lapped up some of the mess before shoving them into his mouth. He hummed at the taste of her, fucking his fingers between his lips as he sucked her cum off of them. He pulled them put with a wet smack and heavy panting.

He looked at her, but she was already watching him. She was flustered, trying to catch her breath chest heaving, still coming down from her high. He smirked as their eyes met.

"That was only the beginning, baby."

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Yours - Feral Raphie AU

“Leonardo, I want to see him.”

“I know, I know, but we’re trying to keep him from being overwhelmed and I don’t-”

“If it is possible that I can be of assistance in returning his memories, then shouldn’t I have a chance to try?”

“Mona…” Leonardo trails off and Mona paces on the rooftop of the warehouse where she’d taken refuge when their conversation got heated. She wants to see her boyfriend. It had been several weeks since his rescue, and she had every right to visit her Raphael.

Yet Leonardo was stubborn, and it didn’t sit right to invade the turtle brothers’ home without their sensei’s permission. It was one of the very few times in her life that she found a strong dislike for an aspect of her warrior’s conditioning.

“I should warn you that I am on the verge of coming over there myself if I do not get some form of consent soon.” No, she was not, and she would never. A moment of quiet, muffled voices, and then-

“How far are you?”

Her heart lurches. “Mutanimal’s.”

“Alright.” He sounds pensive, and her grip on the t-phone Donatello had graciously given her tightens. “You can come over, just don’t hurry and… Mona, he’s not going to be your Raph.”

She swallows, but her voice is firm. “I am on my way.”

“See you in a bit.”

She hangs up, and sprints to Slash to warn him of where she’s going, promising to let him know when she leaves the turtle’s home. With his authority backing her up, she stops by her resting area, and then she’s off.

“Mona!” Raphael’s cheery little brother greets her as she crosses from the tracks to the turnstiles, apparently on guard for her arrival. Her eyes scan for her boyfriend even as she announces, “Greetings. Leonardo said I can come over. Where is he?”

“Leo?” Mikey studies the box in her arms. “Getting stuff ready. What’s that? Gift for Raph?”

She meets his eyes, offering a sheepish smile. “…Something like that.”

She opens the lid covered in holes, and Mikey’s eyes widen. “CHOMPY!”

He scoops up the little alien as Chompy squeals his delight, nuzzling the tiny face against his beak. “Aw, I missed you so much, lil’ guy! Have you been having fun with mama Mona?”

She sets the box on the turnstile next to them, uncertain how to respond to such a nickname, but allowing it to slide because Raph never denied his “dada Raph” title. She chalks it up to yet another strange human thing.

“You never mentioned Chompy.”

She glances over at Leonardo as he approaches, meeting his gaze evenly. “You said that he responds negatively to humans and mutants because of their intimating factor, but did not immediately try to inflict harm upon your Icecream pet. It seems unlikely that he would attack beings that he does not find intimidating, and this youngling is the least intimidating alien in many galaxies.”

She pauses in consideration and corrects, “For now.”

He stares at her, and then shakes his head with a light chuckle. “Good to see you too, Mona.”

She smiles and shakes the hand not offered for battle. “Likewise, Leonardo. Can we see him?”

He nods, and she notices how tired he looks, normally confident stance more subdued. She will never admit how worried it makes her. “Come on. He’s in the dojo.”

Mikey hops off the turnstile, cooing to the alien turtle happily viewing his home from his place cupped in two hands. Mona crosses into the lair, following the turtles to the dojo, heart racing with anticipation. Leo stops at the dojo entrance, and with a tone full of forced cheer, calls out, “Donnie! We have a friend here to see us.”

There is an abnormal amount of emphasis on friend, and an uneasy feeling creeps on her. Leonardo enters the dojo, and Mikey steps back, politely waiting for her to step past before following. Or perhaps he’s simply making sure that the stronger warriors go first in case something goes wrong. She glances at Chompy, something akin to regret settling, and then steps into the dojo.

The room is just as majestic as the last time she stood in it’s walls, the large tree presiding over the room like a guardian, but this time, there is a pile of blankets and pillows underneath the family alter. A low growl draws her attention to the white eyes glaring from underneath one of the larger blankets.

Leonardo stiffens, but Donatello appears unfazed. He leans his weight against him, effectively using him to balance as his legs stretch out, a laptop resting on his lap. He reaches to the left to gently bonk his head with his fist. A sharp hiss, and Donnie rolls his eyes, “Leo said our friend, Raph. As in, not a threat.”

A moment of pause, and then a low growl. Donnie huffs, resuming his typing. “This is why you don’t have any friends.”

Leonardo looks at his younger brother wryly. “Donnie.”

“Hmm?”

“We have a guest.”

“Mhmm.”

“Someone none of us have seen in weeks.”

“Mhmm.”

Leo gives up. “So say hi.”

“Oh.” Donatello looks up and meets her gaze, offering a polite smile. “Hi, Mona.”

He goes back to typing and Leonardo throws up his hands as if he’s a hopeless case. Mona takes a few steps closer, and Raph’s growls resume. She pauses in consideration. “Raphael?”

White eyes glare back at her. The growl increases in volume.

Mona tilts her head curiously, trying to find any true aggression or fear, but only spotting impudence. He is putting on a show in the hopes of scaring her off.

Cute.

She can sense Leonardo shift nervously. “I wouldn’t get to close.”

“Duly noted.” Mona knows exactly how to deal with unruly, territorial earth animals. Raphael himself had felt it necessary to teach her. “Donatello, could you move aside?”

Donatello looks up, blinks twice, and then looks at Leonardo.

Leo frowns, “I don’t think-“

“Donatello, move aside.”

Donatello gets up, and Raphael releases a sharp hiss that sends him quickly stepping backwards, lest he be punished for his betrayal. Once she feels there is a sufficient amount of distance, she purposefully strides over to her boyfriend, pulling the blanket off.

Apparently startled by her audacity, he scrambles back on all fours, raising his haunches and baring his teeth. He looks uncertain, like he can’t decide if she’s a danger. He’s not wearing his gear, and he appears younger without it, fiery emerald gaze no longer framed by the reflective red.

She kneels down, and waits for it to register that she is no longer at a threatening height. He takes a wary step closer, clearly having little idea of what to make of her, sniffing in her general direction. She reaches out, and he snaps at her fingers.

Her eyes narrow. Leo starts to speak, but she cuts him off with a curt, “Raphael, if you attempt to bite me again, I will not hesitate to bite back.”

He blinks. She glares. Raph sits down.

“WHAT?!”

Mona ignores the chorused cry and gently cups both sides of his face, brushing a thumb over one of the scars. He stares back at her, eyes squinted the way they always did when he was thinking hard, and she can’t help the small smile, “I have missed you, Raphael.”

A soft, curious chirp, and she hums, “There’s someone else here who has missed you too.”

He looks passed her, scanning the area on alert as Mikey walks up. Before any of them can react, Chompy lets loose a high-pitch squeal and launches himself from Mikey’s palms, hitting the floor and skidding just in front of Raph. He continues to chirp his joy as Raph lowers himself to the ground so they’re face to face, studying the alien with dialated eyes.

He pokes the spikey shell. Chompy churrs and nuzzles against his beak, and Raph’s expression brightens, sitting up and scooping the small form into his palms. He presents Chompy to Mona as if to share his discovery, and she chuckles, “That is Chompy Picasso. He is yours.”

As if to confirm, Chompy nips his hand. Raph yelps and tears his hands away, and Mona catches the happily squeaking turt before he hits the ground. Raph leans his hands on the floor, watching him rest his plastron on her fingers, little feet swinging in the air as he pants estatically. Raph’s eyes are round with the innocence and awe that Mona had fallen in love with, and she can’t help it if she closes the distance between them to press a kiss on his forehead.

He looks at her as she pulls away, and she is relieved that he doesn’t seem upset. Her eyes soften, a warmth flowing through her chest at the timid way he’s looking at her, like he thinks he should understand, but can’t. She shifts Chompy into one hand, and takes his hand in her own. “It is alright. No matter what form you come in, you are my Raphael, and I would relieve those nights of worry a hundred times over, as long as it means you always come back to me.”

She thinks something sparks in his gaze, but she can’t tell what. His voice is tentative, “Yours?”

“Always.” She swears with every inch of her being, squeezing his hand. He squeezes back, and leans forward to lovingly bump her face with his own. She would have gladly stayed in that movement forever, but she hadn’t taken one thing into account.

“AWWEEEE- ay!”

Ah yes. Their audience.

Raph pulls away and looks past her to glare at his siblings, and she can’t help the grin. He was definitely still her Raphael. Mona sets Chompy on the ground and he begins prancing between them, churring like one of the older earth vehicles.

Leonardo is flushing as he moves his hand from Mikey’s head to rub the back of his own. “Sorry.”

“If you wouldn’t mind, I trust it’s safe enough for me to request some privacy now.” Mona hints as Chompy begins trying to climb Raphael.

Leo and Mikey look like they’re going to refuse- possibly for entirely different reasons- and Donnie tucks the laptop under his arm, pushing both brothers out by their carapaces. “Don’t leave him alone and Mikey will bring food by later!”

“I will?” Mikey questions as they disappear from sight.

She looks back at Raphael, and watches him set Chompy on his shoulder, an action done more out of instinct than anything else. Her eyes dart between his face and Chompy’s for a moment, before she quietly questions, “Raphael, do you know who I am?”

He gets halfway through a nod before he looks uncertain, staring past her for a second. His mouth opens and closes, nails unconscious digging into the carpet beneath them, forehead creasing as an anxious expression crosses his features.

“Raphael.” She interrupts firmly, drawing his attention back to her. He looks guilty, shrinking his head into his shell with a sad chirp, before shrugging weakly.

“My earth name is Mona Lisa. You named me.” She informs him carefully, scanning for any signs of recognition. He appears mildly interested, and she takes his hand, thinking back to when they first met. She squeezes, and he scoots closer.

“Let me tell you a story.”

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