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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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Not sure if you've closed or open requests but

How do you feel about writing a Yan! Slime? Could be platonic or romantic up to you! Idk slimes are cute :3

(also I'm permanently gonna low key stalk ur blog since again yummy yan fics hope you don't mind me staying- /hj)

CW: Wholesome, romantic, stalker monster love ahead ❤️ proceed with caution❤️

Accidently pushed post whoops done now lol

The five year old boy burst through the bushes, tumbling awkwardly and unskillfully before slowly popping up onto his feet and swinging his stick sword forward. His sibling, (Reader), high stepped carefully over the branches of the bush their brother had just crashed through. (Reader) nervously held their own sword, following their older brother into the woods.

"Jay, can we please go back?" (Reader) whined, trying not to cry nervously as they "explored" deeper into the forest.

"Don't be a baby!" Jay chastised, raising his arms high above his head. "How are you gonna be a monster hunter if you're too chicken?!"

(Reader) grumbled, dragging their shoes in the dirt. "I don't wanna be a monster hunter.. I wanna go home! I'm hungry!"

Jay opened his mouth, and raised his fists, ready to say something when something moved nearby, plopping loudly into a pile of dry leaves. His big, childish eyes went wide with fear, immediately losing all confidence and hiding behind (Reader), holding his thin stick in front of his face defensively. He was too scared to speak, trembling into (Reader's) back.

The younger of the two felt a surge of strength, needing to protect their beloved big brother, so they gripped their weapon with both hands, scrunching up their chubby little face to appear tough. They stomped over to the bush the sound came from, holding their breath, unlike Jay who was hyperventilating. (Reader) removed one pudgy hand from their stick, and swiftly pushed back the little branches, exposing a tiny green blob.

Jay released a high pitched scream and took off running back home, dropping his stick.

The glob was vibrating, and (Reader) was instantly filled with sympathy, assuming the little ball of goo was shaking with fear. "Hey, don't be scared." The four year old cooed, dropping their 'sword' and sitting on their knees to be closer. "I'm sorry, I thought you were a monster." (Reader's) cheesy grin showed off their missing front teeth.

Whatever the green thing was slowly went still, and (Reader) could feel it looking up at them.

"My name is (Reader), and I'm," they looked at their fingers, focusing on holding up the right number, before practically shoving their fingers in the glob's personal space, "four years old!"

The goo reached forward, forming a little nub of a hand, touching (Reader's) fingers. It was surprisingly warm. (Reader) opened their hand so it could roll onto their palm.

"Burrrrble!" The thing happily gurgled, looking quite pleased despite it's lack of a face.

"Burble? Is that your name?"

"Prrrr?" It patted their hand, not understanding the question. (Reader) laughed, feeling ticklish.

"I'm gonna be your best friend!" They decided, cupping the slime with both hands, still giggling over the sticky tingling the little guy caused. "I'll visit you every day, and we can play together everyday after school!"

And (Reader) kept their promise, visiting every single day, for years. The two friends grew up together, Burble learning to speak (Reader's) language over time as (Reader) brought their homework into the woods to have more time with Burble while they studied. Jay kept Burble's existence a secret, but never got over his fear of the creature, so he kept his distance from the two while they played.

Burble had a difficult time not praising (Reader) for their heroics, because if they did it would reveal that Burble had been watching them at school. Living alone in the woods was isolating, especially as a monster, their presence frightening off animals of all species. At first it was just because of how lonely they were, wanting to leave the forest to be with (Reader). They turned Burble down, reminding them how dangerous it would be, now no longer the naive child who didn't understand that slimes were monsters. But, no one would know if Burble attached just a little piece of themselves inside (Reader's) backpack, just to hear their voice while they were away.

Fourteen years later, Burble had been practicing in secret, forming their naturally round body into a humanoid form, trying to perfect their appearance before they revealed themselves to (Reader). It happened so naturally, Burble falling in love with their one and only friend. They wondered if (Reader) could ever feel the same. (Reader) was just so perfect; they were kind and strong, preferring pacifism, but quick to throw themselves in danger's way to protect the ones they love, just like when they first met. Even at school, (Reader) would stand up for those being bullied on a regular basis, gaining a reputation for standing up for those too scared to protect themselves. And they never bragged about it!

The green slime learned so much about (Reader) through the way they interacted with others at school, and fell deeper in love everytime they opened their mouth. (Reader) was an angel on Earth.

(Reader) trudged into the forest behind their home, exhausted after field hockey but refusing to take even a day off from visiting their best friend. It was surprising, learning that Burble was less of a pet and actually a sentient being with thoughts and feelings, but that was even more exciting, being able to communicate with a species not known for their intelligence. Burble rolled onto view, now a very large blob the size of (Reader) if they tucked in their arms and legs.

"(Reader)!" They happily gurgled, jiggling up to the high school senior. "How was your day?"

"Same old, same old." (Reader) lied, still wearing their gym shirt because their original clothes got soaked with milk after they stood up to Cody, the biggest dick they ever met.

Burble knew this, however, and was fine with (Reader) lying, knowing they were just being humble. It made their non-existent heart swell. (Reader) pulled out a bunch of classwork, and a brochure slipped out from a folder. "What's that?"

"Oh, that's a pamphlet for a university. Admissions are coming up, so I've been looking around."

The green color lightened almost to a sick looking yellow. Burble hadn't heard anything about this! What did they mean?!

"Burble, you okay?"

"Does that mean you're leaving?" Burble's voice shook, wobbling their jelly body.

"Yeah, if I make it in, but that's still half a year away, so we have time-"

Burble cut them off. "Don't go."

(Reader) sighed, placing a hand on top of their friend's smooth body. "I can't stay with my parents forever. I want to go explore, meet new people, hopefully get a career a have a passion for."

"Then take me with you!" Burble shouted, heating up under (Reader's) hand, the yellow intensifying.

The now yellow blob lunged at (Reader), morphing into a humanesque shape, creating a beautiful face that looked to be on the verge of tears. Burble held (Reader) to the ground, trapping (Reader's) body with their arms and knees.

"Burble, what the hell?" (Reader) wasn't angry, or nervous, just confused, not understanding what had gotten into their childhood friend.

"You can't leave me alone, (Reader), please!" Burble was incapable of forming tears, but their body ached like they were sobbing, rumbling instead of heaving as they didn't need to breathe. They slammed their face onto (Reader's), knowing what kissing was from a picture book (Reader) had shown them as a child, but not quite understanding how to actually do it. Their newly formed lips moved against (Reader's) timidly, easily holding down the struggling human. Burble broke the kiss so (Reader) could gasp for air. "I love you, (Reader), please don't leave me!"

A hurricane of emotions ripped (Reader's) mind apart, struggling with accepting what was happening. Their first kiss was taken by their best friend, who was still holding them tightly against the dirt ground.

"Let's.. let's talk about this later.. I need to go home." (Reader) stuttered, overwhelmed by the emotions they never felt before rampaging in their skull. Burble sunk lower, melting over (Reader's) body to better prevent their leaving.

"No.. not until you promise not to leave me." Their voice was barely a whisper, begging for (Reader) to love them back.

"I-I won't leave you. We'll figure something out.. You've just gotten too big to hide and-" Burble's weight was heavy on (Reader's) ribcage. "we'll figure something out."

Satisfied, Burble sat up and rolled off of (Reader), slowly changing back to their natural green hue. "You promise?"

"I promise." (Reader) face a sad smile, still incapable of fearing their dear friend.

Burble smiled, barely maintaining their shape as they allowed (Reader) to leave. They trusted (Reader), even if (Reader) didn't accept their confession at that moment, there was no way they would break their promise. And, if for some reason they did, if someone like their nervous brother fear mongered (Reader) into abandoning Burble, they would always be able to find them. The green slime collapsed back into a ball, happily listening to (Reader) through the tiny piece of themselves still hiding in (Reader's) backpack.

"Please come back soon.."

#soft yandere #yandere monster #yandere monster x reader #yandere slime #accidentally posted this early instead of saving it as a draft #whoops #i'm just really stupid lol #so sorry #not proofread #i hope you like it #again i'm so sorry #i'm really dumb

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ohmyamor · 5 months

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ateez as college bfs during finals

it's my finals week and head hurty but crazy form good hnngjdnjgnjdf

hongjoong

will help you study but only if you bribe him a little

it's not that he wants to see you fail

he definitely does not want that

but at the same time

you would most likely do just fine studying on your own

he has a sneaking suspicion you just want to bother him

it's not until you bring out the "I'll do whatever you want for the next two weeks" that he's quick to agree

would he use this promise to his advantage? absolutely

hongjoong would help you study but then once you pass (you'd definitely pass with his help), he'd be quick to make you buy him food or pass him the blanket that is literal inches away from him

if you want to pass, you could also guilt trip him into helping you study by saying you'll just go to your TA

who's a man..

your same age...

hongjoong is real quick to whip out the flash cards after that

unless you give him a hard time, then he'll personally take you to the TA's room himself

7/10- would help you study but is all the work he would make you do after worth it?

debatable

seonghwa

absolute king

would drop everything to help you in the blink of an eye

he's got the studying playlists on youtube

anything you want to listen to, he's got it

lofi? yup. asmr? check. dark academia aesthetic? absolutely

color coded notes, flashcards, practice quizzes up and running

can seem a bit overwhelming at first but seonghwa gives me the vibes that he would just know you so well

and therefore he would know what type of studying or work environment you thrive in

and you're his baby, he wants to see you succeed :((

if you ever get frustrated or overwhelmed, seonghwa would 100% have your favorite drink and snack ready

some coffee to stay awake? whatever u need, some tea to relax? bet, he's got the honey and everything

your number 1 hype man frfr

10/10 need him in my life

yunho

honestly, also really good to have around during finals

strikes me as the type of bf to kind of sit with you and also silently work alongside you so you don't feel lonely

does that thing when you're writing a paper or smth and you look up to think of the word you want to use and the two of you make eye contact and he'll send you a wink and a big smile

little motivations yaknow

would also definitely use the pomodoro method

has a timer on his phone for every 45 minutes and when the time is up he'll gently shut your computer and grab your hands and just chat

would be the best person to bounce ideas of off

"yuyu, should I say this or this?"

and he would give genuine feedback

if you need help studying for an exam, yunho might not know all the answers but you can bet he would be right there with you watching videos of people working out the problems

gives you little high fives when you both get it

9/10 might get occasionally distracted by his beautiful blinding smiles but honestly a pretty solid study partner

yeosang

mans is just there to vibe and honestly same

i dont wanna say he has absolutely no clue what's going on

because he does listen to you and he does pay attention when you talk about your classes

but at the same time, he doesn't really give me the vibes he would be as great at studying as some of the others

more there for moral and emotional support than anything

might feel bad he can't be of more help so he tries his best to listen to your lectures if you're at home, but man, it sounds like a different language somebody save him

would definitely make sure you're eating and resting well though

"sweetheart I think it's time to take a break"

"yeosang I just need to finish a few more problems :("

"you can do it after you eat something, it'll be easier to finish with a clear head and a full tummy"

crying screaming throwing up

would otherwise leave you to your devices tbh

doesn't want to distract you but also doesn't want you to be completely alone in case you forget to take care of yourself

8/10 man is doing his absolute best and we love him for it

san

honestly this could go one of two ways

he could either be the most serious, hella studious mf you've ever met

or he could be the most unserious, menacing bitch you've ever met

it all depends on his mood

serious san is in the mf ZONE

he's got the glasses on, he has his notes out, comfy sweater and gray sweats ON

ready to give you a mom look every time you get distracted

at one point you'd probably try to play footsies with him and he just kinda stares at you over the top of his glasses with one eyebrow raised and you just slowly return your gaze to your work

that being said

glasses ON, sweats ON, absolute fucking menace

teasing you fs

maybe not even like in a sexual manner, just tickling you and cracking stupid jokes because he wants your attention

WILL kiss your neck and tell you "you're so smart baby, you're going to pass no matter what"

your will power needs to be better than the lords because LORD

what san wants, san gets that's all imma say

5/10 you don't know what you're gonna get and it's scary

mingi

im tired of the mingi is dumb allegations

mans is smart as hell, not only in math but also the amount of lyrics and songs he helps to produce??

studious mingi is one hell of a study partner

it might be a little bit of a learning curve at first, especially if you're the type of person to want to chat or bounce your ideas off of someone while you're working

mingi gives me the vibes that he would be dead serious and focused while working

so it might be a little intimidating at first

you look up to ask a question and he's sitting there, eyebrows furrowed and fingers flying across the keyboard

and you're like damn i don't want to disturb him so you swallow your question and move your eyes back to your work

but mingi is also very observant, so he definitely notices that

"what's up baby?"

"mmmm nothing" you mumble, trying to figure out this particular problem

he'll shut his laptop off and scoot closer to you

wordlessly helps you figure out whatever it is you're working on before giving you a small kiss to your forehead and moving on

8/10 he can be the stem major to my humanities major

wooyoung

let's be fr, not the best study partner you could ask for

love wooyoung with all my heart but mans gets distracted easy as hell

has probably tried the pomodoro method but it just doesn't work for him

sitting for longer periods of times just makes him antsy yk

i get the feeling he'd be the type of person to get one of those moving desks that goes up and down and then puts a treadmill or smth under it because he needs to be moving or else he'll get very distracted

do NOT take this man to a cafe to work, he will do everything but study

especially with the people watching

"babe look at that guy over there, his shoelace is untied"

"that girl's shirt tag is sticking out, should I say something"

"the barista spilled that woman's drink"

if you're okay with background noise, it probably wouldn't be too bad....

until he starts wanting attention and now he's playing footsies with YOU

"woo, babe, I really need to finish this, it's due tomorrow"

"so you don't love me is what you're saying"

and now two hours have passed and you only have half of an assignment done

will buy you food and/or coffee to make up for it

"sorry for distracting you, you don't need a degree, your ass is great"

3/10

jongho

scary

scary studying man

has everything organized to a T, do NOT touch his notes unless you're okay with dealing with the 3 days of silent treatment afterwards

im jk

maybe...

no but fr, jongho takes studying seriously

if you ask him for help, he would probably be the best bet besides seonghwa or yunho

but this shit is like boot camp, okay? so be prepared

no fooling around on jongho's watch

you want to pass, guess what baby, you're gonna PASS

does that thing where if you're not getting something, he might not explain it to you, just re-asks the question louder

"what's 3 + 4?"

"6"

*sighs* "WHAT'S 3 + 4?!"

or might just stare at you blankly when you try to joke around

mans acts like he's training future CIA members or something

once you do finish studying he's back to regularly scheduled bear bf but studying??

only for the strongest soldiers

6/10

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kkaewrites · 11 months

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real or not real — nagi seishiro x reader !

warnings. indecent language, ooc nagi.

tropes. meet-ugly, enemies to lovers.

you hate nagi seishiro.

he was stone cold, often referred to as socially awkward— but you feel like those were just excuses to make up for his rude and nasty behavior. personally, you think he’s overrated just because he’s considered a soccer genius. of course, no one ever believes you. they think your hatred clouds your judgement (it obviously does not).

you first met him when you were in grade school, deskmates for the first day of class. he was shorter than you at that time, but aside from his height, everything about him stayed the same. he still has the same gunmetal gray eyes that’s either reflected with boredom or reflected by the screen of his gray nintendo gameboy. he still has the same white hair, as clean as the first drop of snow, but as wild as a lion’s mane.

to you, there was absolutely nothing about him that’s fascinating— he was the same as any average boy. playing mobile games was his favorite past time, so much so that you believed that it was his lifeline at one point. or so you’d assume. he always kept to himself and was left to his own devices (quite literally), most things that kids enjoy don’t seem to pique his interest. you guess those were the reasons why he didn’t have many friends.

no, scratch that— he didn’t have any friends.

at first you wondered why. if there’s one thing you noticed about him even at a very young age, it’s that he’s handsome. he doesn’t have to be the “rich kid” with amazing gadgets and fancy toys, or the “cool kid” who knows what right words to say and way to say it, but he’s nagi. he was conventionally attractive without even trying. however, that fact doesn’t seem to make up for the fact that he looks lonely.

so, you’ve devised a plan to talk to him.

“hey. sei-chan, wanna be my friend?” you’re everyone’s friend. the sunshine child, the one who always lends her classmate crayons or pencils, the kid with pigtails who smile at strangers for no reason. you’re the kid that everyone loves, and if by some miracle, someone hates you (which has never happened and will never happen)— everyone would simply take your side. you’re loved by all.

if nagi was shocked by your sudden proposal, his features didn’t show any signs of it. what he does is pause his current game and faces you. it’s the first time you’ve ever stared at him eye-to-eye. your heart jumps.

uh oh. is this what they call a crush?

eyes filled with hope, you patiently waited for nagi’s response. you expected him to utter “sure” wearing his usual monotone voice, but it doesn’t come. and what he says instead ruins you. your heart does a somersault and tumbles, crashing onto the pavement and breaking into tiny, gliterring pieces. it did not feel good.

“no thanks. i despise people like you.”

you’re not sure what you’ve done wrong at that very moment. maybe you were too blunt, too cheery, too whatever — just something too much to be able to upset someone like nagi seishiro, who doesn’t feel strongly about anything or anyone. you didn’t have the courage to ask him what you’ve done wrong because your vision blurs. you always reckoned that it was due to anger, but your mother who saw you run home with tear-streaked cheeks says otherwise.

you still don’t know how you managed to piss off nagi, even until your very first year of college. after grade school, you never saw him again. you heard he studied at some prestigious high school but that was the end of it, you never really asked because you had no interest whatsoever. you somehow managed to assure yourself that there was no way you’d ever cross paths with him once again— so why is he here?

why, of all places, would he be your deskmate for your politics class?

at this point, you thought maybe the gods above despised you, too. did they hate you enough to not only be schoolmates, not only be classmates with this man, but to be deskmates? hate is the only logical explanation for this fucked-up coincidence. you’re not keen on fates or invisible strings so you’re sure this was just a punishment for you.

oh god. you hate it so much. you hate him so much.

without a word, you took the seat right next to him, taking the opportunity while he’s sound asleep. you’re not sure why he would take politics as his subject, because as far as you know about him, all he ever cares about is his mobile games. maybe soccer as well, but that’s not exactly related to politics, either.

when the professor enters the class, you found no reason to wake him up. he could get screamed at for all you care, but there was no way you’d ever converse with him at your own accord. because the only way you’d ever survive sitting next to him for the whole semester is by not acknowledging him at all. you can do that. you can avoid talking or looking at him. he’s not that talkative (and he’s not even awake) to begin with.

until your plan crashes and burns.

he turns out to be your partner for a school project— a big one, at that. you considered going solo, but the whole point of the project is to make sure two people are working together. it was a community development kind of plan, so unless he works with you and you work with him, you’d be getting an F for your politics class. that, you can’t have. even if it meant talking to him and enduring his presence.

he wakes up right after the class ended and you could barely contain your scoff. he sat through the whole 2 hour lecture just like that, does he have no care for his grades? doesn’t matter. it’s none of your business if he fails, that simply means that you won’t see him much anymore (which is a win for you).

you sighed. he should’ve been paired with someone else. why did it have to be you? why did it have to be your deskmate? and why did he have to be your deskmate? it was too much. how could you ever work with someone you hate? with someone who hates you?

you’re going to fail politics. you’re 100% sure of that. there was just no way that you’d ever accomplish this task— or you could beg your professor to let you switch partners. or you could ask your classmates to let you switch... but who would ever want someone as lazy as nagi to be their partner? fuck.

from the corner of your eye, you saw nagi yawn. it took all of you to swallow your pride whole and gulp it down to ever approach him, but it’s better than not trying. if you fail, at least you tried. even if it meant battling your inner demons.

so, clutching your bag straps tightly as if it would ever help, you turned to your sleepy deskmate. “nagi. it seems like we’re partners for the politics subject. i’m expecting you’d cooperate willingly so that—”

“sorry,” he interrupts with half lidded eyes. “do i know you?”

“you’re going to rip your paper to shreds.” nagi commented from behind you, peering over your shoulder as you aggressively wrote on your notebook. you imagined the page to be nagi’s face as you cruelly stabbed it, not caring about your pen or your paper’s state. you cannot believe that for some reason, you’re still stuck with the snow white haired guy. you’ve tried everything there is to get rid of him but nothing seemed to work.

“right,” your teeth could break with how hard you clenched your jaw. “will you be free later?”

“oh. i have soccer training.”

of course he fucking has soccer training.

you gave him the strongest deadpan you could muster before exhaling a deep breath. once to calm yourself down, twice to clear your head and thrice in hopes of losing all of your lungs’ air so you could shrivel and die on the spot. nagi seems to be unaware of your thoughts— and even if he had understood your facial expression and body language, he simply did not care.

“i’ll be free after, though.” he adds, as if you’d ever know that information if he hasn’t uttered it. this at least gives you the sense that he might care about the group project, and that he won’t be a complete inconvenience.

“okay. let’s meet up at the coffee shop near school. will you be done at 8?”

“yeah. but,” he pauses. “i thought we’d just do the project at my place.”

“who died and made you king?” you blurt out before you could think of a proper response. you wondered if you’d ever feel so strongly about a person the same way you did for nagi. he was driving you mad.

“what?” his clueless face almost made you feel guilt— almost. but you ignored the sensation and frowned instead. the least you could do was give him a clearer sentence:

“there’s no way i’d ever step a foot at your house.”

“it’s fine. no one’s home anyway.”

“that’s even worse.”

“huh? oh. don’t worry. you’re not my type.”

the conversations you somehow hold with nagi infuriates you. he has this way of making you feel like shit for some reason, and he does it with so much nonchalance you’d wonder if he insults everyone. but you know better and you know he definitely doesn’t, because you’re the only one he treats like this. it’s the absolute worst.

what does he mean you’re not his type? were you not pretty enough? not tall enough? not skinny enough? not fair enough? not what? ever since grade school, you’ve always thought that he sees you as someone “too much” and yet as he stands here with you, in an empty classroom— you wondered how you could be “too much” and yet be “not enough” at the same time.

and since when did you care about how he views you? since you were kids, apparently. because the words he would utter up until this day shatters you all the same. and you hate him— so goddamn much. but beyond all that anger, there’s grief. it doesn’t subside even as you grabbed all your things and shoved 6”3 foot tall nagi aside.

for some reason, he shows up at the café you mentioned at exactly 8 o’clock in the evening. you were typing away on your laptop, while a cup of caramel macchiato and a bunch of scattered papers littered your desk. you didn’t expect him to come, and it would’ve been better if he didn’t. but somehow, he’s here and he looks a little apologetic.

“are you upset?” he asks. his sports bag slumped over his shoulder as he stands right next to you. there’s an unoccupied seat in front but he doesn’t take it— at least, not yet. his whole, undivided attention was poured onto you and you alone. it makes you squirm in your seat, so you decided not to look up from your screen to greet him.

“no. take a seat.”

“you look upset.”

“do you want me to be upset?”

“no.”

“then shut up.”

wordlessly, he takes the seat right in front of you and slouches. he looks battered and fatigued from practice, but he doesn’t say a word to complain (to your absolute shock). you guessed that he walked straight from the field to the café without even changing or taking a shower, because his clothes clung to him like a shirt a few sizes smaller.

“shouldn’t you go change?”

“yeah. but i left my clean clothes at my apartment.”

fifteen minutes pass and you suddenly closed your laptop shut, eyes fixated on nagi’s gunmetal gray ones. he looks surprised from your sudden move, a look that you didn’t expect to recognize due to how miniscule it was. you felt bad for him. the café was getting too cold for comfort and all he wore was his jersey (one that’s drenched with his sweat). if you stayed any longer, he’d probably catch a cold.

why you care, however, that was not a question you could currently answer.

“let’s just go to your place.”

despite his constant need to laze around, his place wasn’t a complete mess— well, yes, there are (presumably dirty) clothes on the floor and used dishes on the sink, but you’ve seen worse. you expected his apartment to be so much worse. it seems like he’s not a complete monkey to not understand basic hygiene and cleanliness.

your only problem is that nagi seems to be bored. you caught him dozing off the coffee table as you ramble about your politics project, and you don’t even have to ask if he cares at all— because he’s trying to hide his obvious distate and boredom. so, even though you’d rather proceed to do your work rather than humoring this 6 foot tall giant, you pipe up:

“wanna play a game?”

“what game? i don’t like games that require effort.”

“it’s called real or not real. we take turns in guessing if the other person’s sentence is real or not real.”

“sounds like a pain.” he groans.

“you know what truly is a pain?” you turned to look at him. “this politics project. so take it or leave it. i’m kind enough to give you a break.”

“shouldn’t we play a different game? a mobile game, maybe.”

“what about a wager, then? the winner’s the boss.”

the game was a piece of cake— to you, at least. nagi’s an open book and it’s easy to read him. you explained that the mechanics goes like this: you take turns in giving very specific sentences about yourself, and the other party has to guess whether it’s real or not real. five wrong guesses means that the other person wins. so the only thing you have to do is to make sure that nagi loses first.

unfortunately, you were down to four mistakes while nagi only had one. the game wasn’t going like how you imagined it would be. how were you supposed to know that nagi keeps a cactus as a pet? how were you supposed to know that he only figured out how to play soccer when he was in high school? how were you supposed to know that he’s got a picture of his crush under his study table? (you still had no idea who that crush is, and it quite literally shocked you). how were you supposed to know that someone like nagi seishiro, was capable of liking someone romantically?

on the other hand, out of the six sentences you threw at him— he had only guessed wrong once. you don’t know how he’s so good at this game, too. it was either he knew awfully a lot about you, or was really good at second guessing things. you’re pretty sure it was the former. how could he know a lot about you, when he doesn’t even know your name?

“real or not real: i hate you.” you stated. his nonchalance was putting you off, but you’re not sure if you were uneasy because of it or if you felt guilty for saying that sentence out loud. you told yourself you could just take it back and act as if it’s not real but nagi himself looked so convinced when he said:

“real.”

he was right once again. but you didn’t have enough time to dwell on the whole thing when his sentence comes.

“real or not real: i want to kiss you right now.”

the silence was so loud it pierces your ears— or maybe you have gone deaf with that sentence. you’re not sure of anything at the moment because it feels like your senses were slowly slipping from your own fingers. if nagi was joking, his face didn’t show any signs of him laughing soon. but maybe you should know better, maybe he could joke like that with a straight face.

so you waited for a few minutes, for him to tell you that it was a joke— that it’s not part of the goddamn game because how could it be part of it? but nothing comes. his eyes were simply on you as he patiently awaits your answer. your make it or break it answer, at that. and it only dawns on you that this is real, this is his sentence and he’s expecting you to play. he’s expecting you to answer real or not real. because you were the one who proposed the game in the first place.

you wanted to scream and to run away, but you were rooted on the spot. time stood still and it froze you under nagi’s unblinking gunmetal gray eyes, as if the situation’s not bad at all. but this is a trick question, your rational mind says. he told you when you were younger that he despises people like you, asked you if he knows you upon meeting at your politics class, and told you that you’re not exactly his type— so there’s no way he’d want to kiss you. right?

you meet his gaze. right, nagi?

against your better judgement to think it through, you suddenly blurted: “real.”

his face doesn’t shift and nor did the mood of the room. your heart was beating erratically as if you’re not facing the guy you clearly hated with a passion, but the silence ensues. you were screaming at yourself, why the fuck did you say real? were you out of your goddamned mind? were you crazy? the answer’s clearly not real!

nagi, however, only looks away. “huh.”

“what?”

“i almost won. what a pity.”

“the answer’s real?”

“yeah.” he tilts his head and answers as if you were stupid. as if you were the one who’s weird and doesn’t get what’s happening— but maybe that really is the case. because you’re mind hasn’t caught up yet. what does he mean the answer’s real? does that mean he wants to kiss you, right now? how is that possible after all the things he had said to you?

you laugh. not the quiet giggle or the chuckle you were accustomed to doing, but a belly laugh— one that could rival a hyena’s. because this was funny. too funny. he’s definitely joking and you’ve only figured out that now.

“okay, fine. you got me.”

“what do you mean?”

“the joke. you’re so serious that i almost missed it.”

confusion marrs his face. “what joke?”

“about the kiss.”

“i wasn’t joking.”

“well, i’d rather have you joking than for that sentence to be real.”

“you hate me that much?”

he almost sounds hurt, but you knew better. how could he be hurt, out of all people? if there’s anyone who’s hurt, it would be you. how can he say all those hurtful things with so much nonchalance and tell you things like he wants to kiss you? how cruel must he be to toy with you like this? it was not funny. none of this was funny.

and it reminds you of your childhood— of your little crush on nagi that never seemed to go away. somehow, the little you screams that you should not fall for something like this. that it is easier to hate nagi than to love him. that it is easier to stand up from your seat, smile, and tell him: “yeah. i do.”

it has been a week. maybe two. or three? you’ve lost count. you’ve never visisted nagi again after the whole real or not real game, and you never saw him often because he’s been excused. something about soccer championship that you didn’t bother listening to. besides, you liked the comfortable silence now that he’s not around.

your phone dings. and it’s from an unknown number. but somehow, you guessed it has something to do with nagi.

unknown

real or not real: i’m sorry

oh. that’s right. the game technically hasn’t finished yet because no one has won. you told yourself numerous time that you won’t reply to his message, but against your better judgement, you somehow still did.

you

real

when your class ended, nagi seishiro was right outside. he was panting and sweaty— as if he ran just to get where you were. but this is nagi we’re talking about. there’s no way he’d actually do something like that, despite his lingering look on you. what’s that supposed to mean, anyway?

breathless, he speaks up to catch your attention. you were busy stuffing your books inside your locker, back against him as you completely ignored his presence. you did not say hi. you did not meet his gaze. but even without direct contact, your heart was drumming against your rib just by knowing that he’s near. what the heck.

“we won the game.”

there’s a lot of responses that entered your mind at that very moment. entry #1, who asked? entry #2, who cares? entry #3, why are you telling me this? and the list goes on. you’re pretty sure none of them were positive— but this was all so confusing. why was nagi chasing after you like a lost puppy who lost its mom? what’s he going for here?

“that’s good for you.” you slammed your locker shut and walked away. nagi eventually follows after you, as if there’s something in his throat that he wants to let out, but you didn’t give him the chance to. you’re sure nothing that would come out of his mouth is good. you’re sure he’s running after you because of the politics project, or because he wants to annoy you.

and you hate it. you hate him. your gut twists at the thought of him running after you like this is some shoujo manga and that’s the annoying part. how is your heart flipping with your every waking step if you hate him so much? you’re supposed to hate nagi, god fucking damn it.

you finally stop in your tracks, whipping around to face the 6 foot tall soccer player. to get it all over with.

“is there something you need to tell me?”

“we haven’t finished the game.”

“i don’t care about the game. leave me alone.”

“it’s your turn. your real or not real.”

this was stupid no matter what angle you look at it. it was just some game you made up and decided to try with nagi. it didn’t mean anything to you because all you wanted by then was to get his attention, so why did it matter so much to him? you don’t get it. you’re not sure how nagi circuits because everything he does confuses you. and before you know it, your irrational side takes over. reason left your body when you blurted the words:

“stop it. fucking stop this.”

why are you so persistent?

“was it fun to toy with me? was it fun when you told me you despised me when we were kids? was it fun when you told me i was not your type? i don’t fucking get it.”

you were angry. mad. seething. your blood boiled underneath your skin and you feared that it would leave your whole being in nothing but dust. through it all, you’re also confused. perplexed. lost. your mind can’t understand the fine line between hate and love anymore. your feelings overlap with each other and merges— you’re not sure what you’re feeling now. you’ve wondered how long you’ve buried this string of emotions you’ve had for nagi. that would explain why you’re nothing but a ticking time bomb now.

“if my playing with my feelings give you so much fun— then do it elsewhere. i have no time for things like this, nagi.”

“but i’m not playing, though. i’ve liked you for quite awhile now.”

excuse me?

“oops. i accidentally gave the answer to my next sentence. what a pain,” he scratches the nape of his nexk and looks away.

how the fuck am i supposed to respond to that?

“do you expect me to believe you?”

“i’ve got no reason to lie,” he shrugs. “plus, lying’s a pain. i don’t like it.”

“but— what you said back then...”

“i, well. i go blank when i talk to you. i guess. my stomach flips when you’re around and my throat goes dry.” nagi doesn’t look at you once while he utters this. tinge of red coats the tip of his ears and this is where you think ‘this is it’. he’s not lying. this is real, and you know that much— nagi never looked nervous until now. you think maybe that explains why he would avoid your gaze and why he would say the most confusing things. you think maybe this is nagi. the socially awkward nagi. the one who can’t talk to people properly nagi.

“i’ve always thought you were pretty. i despise pretty things because it makes me feel things. it’s a pain.” he mumbles. “of course i know you. of course i know your name. but it’s the first thing i thought to say because your face was too close. you’re prettier up close.”

he should stop talking. he should drop it all together and just kiss you, but you could never say these words because you haven’t wrapped your head around the whole thing yet. nagi likes you. nagi thinks you’re pretty. nagi short circuits when you’re around. nagi thinks you’re pretty. nagi’s actually confessing. nagi likes you. he thinks you’re pretty. he likes you.

“i don’t like pretty things. that’s not my type at all. but reo said i might be in love with you.” he finally turns to look at you and tilts his head. your face burns— and you swore it was because of the remnants of your anger, but everyone else could tell that it was not. your heart does a somersault, but this time it does not drop. it stays in the air, lingering like nagi’s perfume scent, until he carefully waits for it to land on his palms when he said: “i think he’s right. i’m in love with you.”

for the duration of your game with nagi and with all the truths shared between the both of you— this is probably the most real out of them. this is the only time he doesn’t ask the question ‘real or not real’ because his face says it all. his face says that it’s the real and raw truth. his face says that you must believe this because he’s not making it up. it was the first time you could read his expression. it was the first time that you’re not confused by nagi.

“fucking dumbass,” you comment. “that’s not how it works.”

you reach over to grab his collar, on your highest tip-toes because of his height. you’re pretty sure you’re the only ones present in the secluded corridor but the clamors of your heart makes an illusion of people cheering for you. somewhere in the parallel worlds of your universe, you think maybe those cheers exist. it only silences when you pulled nagi down with you, whispering:

“i hope you still want to kiss me, then.”

when he closes in the gap between the both of you, his answer was loud and clear.

i do. always.

notes. YES YES YES i finally finished this long ass fic! i’ve been writing it since forever & im just SO glad i finally get to finish it 🥹 as u can see, there is nothing on my mind rn but nagi seishiro. he’s literally living in my head rent-free and i’m not complaining. i love him too much. i hope u enjoyed this ‼️ as always, likes & reblogs are appreciated <3 thank you so so much for ur patience & love for this blog ❤️

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"She only wanted to lie beside him"

Pairing: Yan. Kenma x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, bondage, noncon touching and noncon implied

Note: WOAH!!! I POST 2 TIMES IN A WEEK. WILD!!! Uhm yeah, this is a guilty pleasure fic.

Turning on your computer you feel a bit... dumb? It feels useless to even message him- but yet here you are. Kenma messaged you, and that's not out of the ordinary. Actually it's pretty normal, it's been normal for like 6-7 months.

You got close to him because he was in a server with a mutual friend. He goes to your high school and growing up the most you said to him was something about project years ago. Senior year- you thought that this would be the year where you'd come out of your shell but that never happened. Anxiety crashed that thought early on. When you got on a daily routine of texting Kenma you thought he'd actually want to befriend you, but that's not what happened. Long late night conversations and not a word said to each other in real life. It doesn't help that you two walk the same way home either...

Maybe you wouldn't have cared so much if you didn't have a small crush on him.

'hey did we hv hw' your computer gets a notification, Kenma. You sigh and type back, 'Yeah, the insert for this lesson.' you see that he's typing but he stops and doesn't respond until about 5 minutes later- despite being online. '👍' you couldn't help but roll your eyes and just sigh.

None the less he was an ok dude, he had offered to gift you things, games & chocolates- all of which you declined. You didn't want to feel materialistic and greedy.

'do you wanna play gungeon' you put your jacket on and replied quickly, 'Sorry, I'm going for a walk. I can play in an hour though!' you patiently waited and he replied quickly. 'k' huffing you closed your laptop, charging it before you left.

During the winter, the sun went down faster than usual. So around 7ish the streets were empty for walkers except for the occasional dog walkers.

The sound of quiet foot steps penetrated your mind. Snapping your head around you're faced with empty streets, probably paranoia you thought. You turned your music up walking down your usual route.

Even with the music playing you couldn't help but hear footsteps everywhere. You weren't so far from the park... just 3 more blocks.

The feeling of being watched burns your neck, you really should've turned around. Pounding footsteps come running towards you but you were too late. Your screams were demoted to tiny whimpers as you weakly try grasping the needle in your neck.

You were freezing, your arms and legs were duct taped together. It was a pretty lazy job, but whatever kind of tape it was was pretty fucking strong. Your vision was blurred with tears and you whimper into your gag and curled into yourself seeming to have missed the boy sitting at the desk across the room.

It wasn't until you heard the creaking of the chair and light footsteps that you felt panic. Your eyes remained closed even when he was right by your face.

The bed dipped down, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" a small crying noise comes out from your gag as you try to beg him to stay away. He shushed you coming closer but all you could do was shake your head and try to move away, "Hey, it's ok" he spoke to you like a stray kitten as he slowly approached your trembling body, "Sh... It's only me" you knew that. But that didn't stop you from squirming in his arm as you tried pushing him away. He tisked at your pitiful attempt, " 'm really sorry for not approaching you" he mumbles kissing your head. "I knew you were lonely..." he chuckles, "But that honestly made things even easier" he let's you go and stands up. "I've been waiting a while to do this you know" he pulls out a black box. He opened it and paused "I've always been curious to see how your pretty face would look with a full pussy" he pulls out 3 big dildos, "and ass" he smirks pulling out a condom. "2 v. 2?"

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starrybl1ss · 5 months

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Last Friday Night

Sub loser!ellie x popular dom fem!reader

💌: hi hi hi!!<3 omg!!! Im finally writing again xoxo, anyways sorry for not serving more fics!! been busy:(

WARNINGS: alchohol, smut, praising, fingering

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(Reminder: r! and ellie are in senior high (18 y.o))

Reader hosts a massive party for all the seniors at her mansion while reader's parents arent home.

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Friday nights are the best, specially when your a rich business man's daughter. He goes on business trips almost every weekend.

Your mom always goes with your dad. As a kid you always went with them every weekend. You've grown up, things are different now.

You now either host slumber parties, parties generally, or just stay alone in a huge mansion until you feel lonely and go on your phone choosing one or two of your many friends to come over.

This friday night is just another party with all the seniors invited. Everybody loves you (or your money) either way, you get your way in everything.

The room smelt like sweat. Neon lights flashing everywhere, couples here and there making out in corners that made you feel a little left out since you broke up with your boyfriend just last month.

You then brought up some treats in the middle of the crowded room with everyone bumping into eachother.

"Treats? Anyone?" Nobody really answered you. They were all too busy. The music was also really loud.

You got a little anoyyed so you walked away and sat on a chair againts the wall next to another girl.

The girl was silent. You gazed to the crowded room watching your friend, Dina, grabbing attention.

"Anybody wanna do beer-pong?" She yelled out. The crowd all yelled out "yeah!" At the same time.

"How about the party host go first?" Dina said as she looks at you followed by everyone. All eyes on you.

"Yeah! Sure.." you stood up and looked at the girl next to you. "You.... coming?" You asked her. "Sure, behind you"

You got to the table and took a ping pong ball then threw it into the plastic cup. You did it! Everybody cheered.

You grabbed the cup with alchohol and drank it all. Everyone cheered once again. You let out a small smirk.

You passed the ball to the person next to you without looking at who it is as you left. Turns out it was the girl you sat next to earlier, ellie williams.

She took the ball and threw it, she scors! Everyone cheers again and some people pats her back as she drank it.

Ellie passes the ping pong ball to another and left the table heading to the guest bathroom

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You entered to guest bathroom, you don't usually go here often. This was just the closest bathroom located.

You didn't fully closed the door since you were just touching up your makeup.

You grabbed your red lipstick and smeared it on your lips topping it with lipgloss. Feeling a little daizy with your head hurting you walked towards the door.

You don't drink that much, thats why your not used to it cause you get drunk easily.

As you were about to leave the gap between the door opened wider. Someone was entering. It was ellie.

"O-oh sorry, i didn't know there was somebody in here. T-the door wasn't locked and i just entere-"

You got closer to her grabbing the neckline of her black t-shirt and squinted your eyes. "What's you name again?" You smiled.

"El- ellie" she muttered. "Ohh yeahh, i've seen you around" you got closer and closer. Practically pressing your body againts her making her back up.

And there you are, drunk as fuck from alchocol.

You were pinning her to the door as your hand roamed around the door finding the lock and immidiently locked the door.

"Sh-should i get back outside or-" she stutters. You grabbed her face and pressed your lips againts hers making her let out a small gasp.

The kiss was messy. Your lipstick and lipgloss smeared all over her lips, jaw and even her cheeks.

"I'm sure nobody would mind if we stay a little longer..." you whisper in her ear making her shiver. "I mean, do you mind...?" You whisper again.

"I wouldn't m-mind" she replied trying to avoid eye contact.

You were a little shorter than her. You grabbed her neckline again but this time, from under her shirt.

Maybe if you weren't so drunk, this wouldn't happen. Atlas, it did.

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Things escalated quickly, You got her out of her clothes. Ellie sitting againts the wall with you infront of her.

"Your pretty" You said to her as she blushes. You lift up her chin while tilting your head, smirking like a maniac.

Without her even realizing you pumped on of your fingers in her sloppy cunt making her gasp.

"Shit...." You pumped another finger in, curling them. "Good girl" you praise her. She breathes heavily under you.

"I c-cant do this a-anymore" she said. "You can, your such a good girl" you insured her.

Ellie whimpers, over and over. "Shh.. were going to get caught" you informed her.

You both hear a knock on the door, shit... someones at the door.

You both stood up as ellie puts back her clothes next to the door, hiding as you open the lock and poked your head out a little.

Its Dina. "God, your taking so long! I thought you never used the guest bathroom anyways?" She complained. "It's my place. I go wherever i want Dina. Theres another bathroom next to the kitchen"

Dina looked like she was about to ask you something but she turned away and left.

You took a deep breath and head back in. You smirked at ellie "let's just get out of here" ellie nods.

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stargazing15 · 1 year

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I did something stupid

Jake Seresin x female reader

Warnings: mentions of sex (no actual deeds), miscarriage, angst, happy ending. Minors DNI, go hide somewhere

A/N: don't read if your uncomfortable with the topics, and if you do read it, enjoy!

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Two big idiots. That's what you and Jake were. When you met, the two of you became immediately friends. When you met his friends, all of them quickly noticed the lingering sexual tension. You two needed your first fight to end up making up in his bed. Both liking it, it became a regular thing.

But as said before, you two were idiots. Always kicking the other one out after sex. Thinking it was better that way. Of course until the one night Jake stayed the night. You needed him and for one night he couldn't leave you behind, lonely and vulnerable. The next morning, you both woke up feeling the happiest you've ever been in the morning, but not daring to admit it in fear of rejection from the other one.

But it didn't stay with one night, eventually there was always an excuse to stay, it's too late to drive home, you had drank a little too much to drive, or the other one was too tired. Finding an excuse became too easy because waking up next to each other was just simply so nice. In the meantime you had started to take the pill, both wanting, no needing to feel every little thing when he was inside you.

Just like everyone noticed the sexual tension, every one had now noticed the feelings.

Out of you and Jake, you were the first to notice. Most women didn't dare to flirt with Jake anymore as he was glued to you and vice versa. But when one did, you couldn't help yourself to feel extremely jealous. On these nights, you started your sessions in the toilets if the Hard Deck or in the car. You needed to know he hadn't forgotten about you.

Natasha knew when you had figured your feelings out.

"You know deep down he's in love with you."

"No he's not, it's just sex Nat. And I don't want to risk loosing that on top of rejection too."

Jake started to notice his feelings when you were complaining about a headache. He just wanted, no needed to take care of you. And he also wanted to test the theory he heard, that sex helps with headaches. The first thing you learned was that it indeed helped. The second thing you learned in the morning, it was not just a headache, but the flu. And it hit you hard, high fever, vomiting, every single muscle in your body aching. Jake felt this urge to take care of you, he tried to fight it but eventually gave in and it scared the shit out of him.

After realising his feelings for you, Jake became like a magnet. He pushes you away scared for his feelings and a possible rejection and suddenly he changes his poles and gets pulled back to you realising he misses you. And then the day came, the realisation you hadn't had your period in a very long time. The verdict was very clear: pregnant.

In the beginning things were going very well. You both decided to keep the baby and Jake was taking care of you. But being two idiots, neither had told about your feelings. Yes you two talked, about everything except the one topic that has been lingering in the back of your minds.

Jake was never going to admit it, but his heart warmed every day more and more with the idea of a little him growing in your belly. The excitement was written on your faces and a week after finding out, Jake told the squad.

"Congrats man, does this finally mean you've told her?" Javy had asked Jake.

"Nah, I'm not gonna ruin what we have now. I don't wanna loose them over some feelings that I have. It's better like this." Jake wasn't going to say it, but the sex has never been better, it was so intense since finding out you were pregnant.

"Jake, man, talk, this will end very badly."

Over next few weeks things changed. You both wanted to say the three words that were on the tip of your tongues. Your hearts started to ache not daring to say it. Instead of listening to your friends advice, Phoenix also tried talking some sense into you, you and Jake started to focus on your jobs. And yes, the magnets started to turn again. For you, not able to keep your emotions in check, the fights became too much to handle. Jake noticed it and left that night.

"I think it's better if we don't see each other for a while."

"Don't go Jake, I need you. We need you." You had cried, but he was already out of the door. As he left you felt this feeling hit you something was wrong, you couldn't place it yet, but something was very wrong. You brushed it off and pulled extremely long days at work, ignoring everyone's calls and texts until it all came crashing down at you one evening.

"Bagman, what are you doing here? I just passed her place on my way here, why was there an ambulance at her door?" Natasha almost shouted at him, still panting from running inside.

"How should I know? We're taking a break okay?! It hurts seeing her."

"They didn't talk yet." Coyote interfered by taking the beer out of Jake's hand.

"Idiots. How much you've had to drink? Coyote, please take him home, I'll go to the hospital."

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The moment they told you you had lost the baby the world came crashing down on you. It was good that Natasha was there so you had someone familiar to lean on.

You got discharged the next morning and Natasha stayed with you until you were settled in at your place.

"It looks like the sky is mourning with you." She said when it started to rain violently. "Here, some hot chocolate milk."

"Thank you, for everything." You smiled warmly at her.

"That's what friends are for. Do you want to be alone for a while?"

"If you don't mind, I think I'm going to try to rest and watch some TV, let it all sink in."

"Call me if there's anything."

About an hour later, your doorbell rang, fanatically.

"Yeah, yeah, coming, one sec, Phoenix did you forge- Jake?" There he stood in front you, completely soaked and looking like shit. After Natasha had called Javy with the news Jake had gone quiet. He was able to fall asleep as Javy was reading out the NATOPS manual, something they discovered had a sleepy effect on Jake.

"Come in, you're lucky that you've still got some spare clothes here." You said to him while dragging him to your bathroom. He still hadn't said anything after you got him out of his wet clothes and wrapped him in a towel.

"Jake, please say something." You say while handing him his sweatpants and sweater.

"How, how can you be this alright." He asked softly.

"I'm not, our baby, it, it was sick, it was not strong and taking the pill a couple of weeks in the pregnancy didn't help either. It was never going to make it. I know it sounds a bit cruel, but losing it this early was for the best, it would've hurt a lot more if we would've lost it later on." You still loved the sound of we and so did Jake, he softened when he heard you say it. And hearing the baby was not healthy made the anger that was boiling inside him fade away.

"Do you think there can still be a us after all that happened?"

"Yes, I do Jake, I don't want to loose you too, you're too important." Tears had started to form in your eyes.

"I've been so so stupid, I thought you didn't ... I love you Y/N, I always have."

"Oh Jake, I love you too, big idiot."

"Can we start over again? I know we have history already, but I want to do things right." You nodded after wiping away the tears and reached your hand out.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, it's nice meeting you."

"Hi, Jake, it is very nice meeting you. And I think I can already say I love you." He said before capturing you lips in the sweetest kiss he's ever given you.

"I'm never going to leave you again. Never."

The two idiots had finally said what needed to be said, and it helped heal the wound they both shared.

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nycbaby21 · 8 months

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Jamie Drysdale Imagine

Wedding date w/ Jamie

Word count: 2,636

“ Thank you again for doing this Jamie. You are my literal lifesaver,” I exclaim propping my phone between my cheek and shoulder while swiping through the clothing racks trying to find something. I was trying to find something to wear to a wedding this weekend for a friend. “Yeah, no problem Y/n. It’s not like I’m doing anything here,” he says and I can’t help but feel bad for him. After being told he couldn’t play for the rest of the season, I’ve been trying to spend as much time with Jamie while Trevor was gone so he wasn’t lonely. “I’m sorry J,” I whisper wondering if I shouldn’t have even asked him to go. “Hey look no way don’t feel bad okay, and if anything you’re a lifesaver for getting me out of this house,” his words make me feel a little bit better.

“Okay well if you are still sure you are up to going wanna meet around five tomorrow. I know it’s kinda a drive and with traffic we should probably leave a little early,” I say pulling a navy blue dress off the rack. “Yeah, five sounds great. Are you still cool with driving, I mean I would but,” he started and kind of faded out. “Of course J. It’s about time I gave someone else the role of passenger princess right,” I laugh joking about the nickname Trevor gave me. He laughed and even though I couldn’t see it I knew he was blushing. The thought of that brought a smile to my face.

In the time I’ve known the guys I have always known that they were attractive guys, anyone with eyes could tell that. I only started to realize that maybe it was more than just a simple attraction when Jamie got hurt. Seeing him go down like that and not being able to do anything about it nearly killed me. And even though he would never admit it, I know he gets lonely when Trev is away on roadies. So anytime I could either I would go there or pick him up and we’d go back to mine when he needed a change of scenery I did.

After hanging up with him and buying the dress I head home to get everything together for tomorrow. An old friend from high school was getting married and at the time I had a boyfriend for my plus one. Not too long after that, I found out he was going behind my back with who I thought was my best friend. After hours of crying on the couch between Trevor and Jamie, he volunteered to take me. Now thinking back on it, that was the moment I started to see him as more than just a friend. He was the kindest person I had ever met before. He is like sunshine in human form. I couldn’t help but secretly wish for something to happen between us tomorrow night. As I drifted to sleep I thought about only one thing, Jamie.

With one final sweep of the house and making sure I had everything I needed, I checked the hall mirror on my way out and smiled at my reflection. I looked nice. I haven’t been this dressed up in a long time so seeing myself all dolled up, I couldn’t help but wonder if Jamie would agree. I threw my bag in the back seat with my extra clothes seeing as I was just gonna stay with Jamie tonight rather than driving all the way back home.

I waited in the car after texting him that I was there for about five minutes before I got out and went up to the door. Knocking I waited for an answer and never got one. Panic filled my body as I worried if he was hurt or something had happened to him, I tried the doorknob and thankfully it opened with ease. Running as fast as I could with the hells I had on, I searched the house for Jamie. Finally, I found him in his room which looked like a tornado had come through it.

“I never want to hear a word from you again about how my room looks while trying to find an outfit again,” I laugh my nerves finally settling after seeing the raven-haired boy was okay. He snapped his head towards me and his bright blue eyes landed on my face but quickly dropped down looking at my entire body. I blushed at the soft look he had on his face and realizing how long he had been staring he finally met my eyes. “Yeah well, I had no idea what to wear. I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half because I just knew you were going to look so good and I needed to try and match up,” he said like it was the hardest thing he had to ever do.

I stood there for a second trying to figure out if I had heard him right. “And of course I was right, you look absolutely stunning Y/n,” he says softly finally standing up from his spot on his bed. The blush on my cheeks was intensifying and I could feel the warmth spread all throughout my body. Gently shaking my head and meeting him in the middle of his room, I reach up and help him with the undone tie around his neck. Slowly pulling and adjusting the fabric until it lay just right on his chest. I smoothed it down with my hand one final time and finally dared to make eye contact. “Why thank you, Jimmy. I think you look very handsome,” I whisper staying close to him for a few more seconds before finally pulling away. It was like both of us forgot how to breathe and only remembered when we put a little distance between us. I was glad that my face wasn’t the only flushed one in the room. Maybe my feelings weren’t as one-sided as I thought.

The wedding was just plain gorgeous, like a scene straight out of a fairytale. I didn’t want to think about how romantic it was, and how badly I wanted nothing more than to just grab Jamie’s adorable face and kiss it. The whole car ride over I made a pros and cons list of letting him know how I really felt about him. So far the cons were winning. I couldn’t help but notice all these girls, almost supermodel types, staring and smiling at him like he was fair game. And the worst part was that he was fair game, that is unless I can conjure up enough courage to actually do something about it. Looking over at the bar I contemplated grabbing a drink, thinking liquid courage would help. I knew I couldn’t do that because I was driving and if someone got drunk to tell me they had feelings for me I wouldn’t believe them.

Sighing I look out at the dance floor and see it flooded with happy couples laughing and looking at each other all in love and I wanted to cry. Ever since my breakup, I had been having trouble thinking anyone would actually want to be with me. At that moment I decided the cons had won and I was just going to swallow my feelings. There was no way he felt the same way and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship on that. If I wasn’t good enough for a douchebag guy who cheats, how could I be enough for a sweet guy like Jamie? He was just being nice to me and happy to be around someone rather than being alone all the time.

“Do you wanna dance,” Jamie asked snapping me out of my self-deprecating thoughts. My eyes drifted from the dance floor to meet his. “We don’t have to J. I know you agreed to come tonight to be a good friend and save me the embarrassment.” My words made his whole face drop and my stomach with it. He looked so sad and defeated. “Get up,” he said sternly and stood up holding his hand out for me to take. I looked up at him watching his expression turn serious and when I didn’t immediately take his hand he raised an eyebrow at me. Sensing I wasn’t going to win this little staring contest we were having I slowly rose and accepted his hand.

This wasn’t the first time I had held hands with Jamie. When we were in a crowded bar he would reach back and lace our fingers so I wouldn’t get separated from them, that time when he was scared before his surgery and needed something to ground him, or when I was terrified of the movie Trevor insisted on watching last movie night. This time felt different. As he dragged me out onto the dance floor, I couldn’t help but notice the stares from the girls before. A small part of me was happy that it was me out here with him and not them. Finally settling in the back corner of the dance floor he turned facing me. He had just been cleared to take off his sling so he used both of his arms to encircle around my waist pulling me close.

With my arms reaching up and connecting behind his neck, I tried to look everywhere in the room but his eyes. “Would you please look at me,” he whispered. The sad tone of his voice made me feel terrible for being the cause of it. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault I was feeling the way I was, so why was I treating him like it was. When I finally did, his eyes quickly scanned my face before landing on my lips. “I didn’t come here to save you from embarrassment and be a good guy Y/n. My reasoning for coming here was actually totally selfish,” he started and I gave him a questioning look and tried to ask him what he was talking about. He quickly started again,” I agreed to come tonight because I wanted you to see me. Not as your good pal Jimmy, not as the guy you cry to about boys, and especially not the Jamie who you had to babysit after everything that happened.”

“What do you mean J? Of course I see you, how could I not,” I question shaking my head. It’s me this time who doesn’t let him talk launching into my next sentence. “When I look at you I do see my friend, my shoulder to cry on, and the person I kept company all those nights. But do you know what else I see,” I ask him. He shakes his head his blue eyes mixed with fear and hope at the same time. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes I say,” The guy who drops everything to make sure I am okay and comfortable in any situation. The guy who can make any shitty day go away just by simply smiling at me. The guy who has become such a huge part of my life in such a short amount of time. I see the guy who I have helplessly fallen for.” After the whole speech and not hearing a response I cautiously open my eyes. This is the first time I can’t tell what his facial expressions mean. His grip on my waist loosens and I take that and his silence as an answer that I read the situation wrong.

With tears filling up my eyes I quickly excuse myself rushing through the crowd of people apologizing for bumping into a few of them. When I finally make it outside I can breathe again. I feel a cold drop hit my hot skin, red from the embarrassment, and turn my gaze to the night sky above me. More raindrops begin to fall and they increase in speed and size. Within seconds it is full-on pouring outside. The drops of rain quickly mix with my tears and I can’t tell them apart. I try and gather myself up enough to get through the car ride home. The door to the venue closing alerts me that I am no longer alone. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was.

“Y/n come back inside. It pouring out here and you’re gonna get sick,” he yells over the rain. I turn around hugging myself trying to keep the little body warmth I had against the cold rain. I shake my head and plant myself in that spot. I can see the wheels turning in his head and can’t help but awe at the little pout that he sported. He ripped off his jacket, tossed it on the ground, and rushed out meeting me where I stood. “What are you doing Jamie,” I ask trying to back away from him, but failing as he wraps one hand around my wrist. “Ask me,” he started and then looked over me waiting for something. I stared at him with confusion,” Ask you what Jamie?” He wiped some of the water off his face and said,” Ask me how I look at you.”

I tried to pull away but he just held onto me tighter, but not tight enough to hurt me. “I don’t want to ask you because I’m scared to know the answer.” My words were true. Even if logically it was so clear that he shared my feelings, some broken part of me refused to believe it. “Y/n I look at you and see my person. The one I want to come home to at the end of the day and tell all about it. The person I want to tell all my good news and hold me while I tell you my bad news. The person who I want to care about and appreciate. I see the person who I fell in love with,” he started talking loudly and his voice lowered with each word he said. I stood there soaked from the rain and couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I knew nothing I said could compare to his words so I chose actions over words.

Tugging my wrist from his grasp I throw my arms around his neck pulling his face towards mine until they meet. He wasted no time leaning into the kiss hands sliding down my body just to settle on my waist like they did before. But this time he pulled me closer to where our bodies were smushed together. All the pining and longing feelings pushed the kiss to become so intense and passionate. I let my hands wander up the back of his neck and settle in his wet hair. Running my fingers through it he let out a small sound when I hit a knot. We pulled apart but only enough to rest our foreheads together and catch our breath.

I start laughing and Jamie looks at me with a confused face but with a permanent smile plastered to it. “I cannot believe I just had my first ever romcom moment in real life,” I say running my hands down his neck and up to his cheeks. He laughs with me and leans in to kiss me again. This time it was slow and patient, like he had been with me all this time. The kiss was filled with so much love and I couldn’t help but smile through it. “Man Trevor is gonna give us so much shit for this,” I giggle finally pulling us out of the rain and back onto the patio-covered roof. As Jamie’s thumbs wipe the water off my cheeks he leans down and says,” So worth it,” while pulling me back into a kiss.

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26 - NYE pt. 2 - Say It Again** // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc | word count: 6.8k-ish

warnings: smut, alcohol, mentions of substance abuse, mutual masturbation, use of toys, crying, fluffy?? sad fluffy?? (u know the deal), slight sub/dom undertones if u squint, aftercare, please don't hate me, 18+, MDNI

summary: After Austin’s encounter with Elsie in a side room and his new year’s kiss with his date, he spots Elsie making a speedy escape. Plagued with guilt of his actions, he runs to catch her but finds her in a… compromising position.

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We go 'round again, we jump back in bed That's what you do when you love somebody

These bad omens, I look right through them That's what you do when you love somebody

I died when you left that night for the thousandth time 'Cause you love somebody else

-AUSTIN-

Aspen pulled away from our new year’s kiss with the biggest drunken grin. The taste of her vanilla lip gloss and straight tequila coated my lips. I kissed her again for good measure, pulling her waist against mine. “You look stunnin’ tonight babe.” Cupping her cheeks, “Just like a little sparkly firework.”

She blushed a bit and nudged my arm, “Oh shut up.”

I contemplated sweeping Aspen off into a bathroom to get the feeling of Elsie off me, but I couldn’t do another fuck in a bathroom.

The roar of the new year faded back into standard party noise and Aspen hauled me to the kitchen for fresh drinks. She was talking to me, but my focus was on the door down the hall that I left a desperate Elsie behind. She still hadn’t come out yet, which I figured she would’ve rushed out to get her New Year’s kiss from Nox.

It was only when Aspen handed me a new drink that I saw Elsie creep out from behind the wooden door. Slow at first then quickly zipping through the bustling crowd. Condensation from the red cup collected around my fingertips as I squeezed it between my fingers. My predisposed path I expected her to take was wrong, instead of going to find Nox, she escaped to the loft elevator.

Odd.

Guilt began to spread through my veins as quickly as the alcohol. I hadn’t exactly been nice in that room with her. Maybe it was too much. Maybe I took it too far. I never meant to make her upset – at least not enough to leave a party.

I then diverted my attention to tracking Nox, between the many other Elon Musk wannabe’s it wasn’t the easiest mission. I finally spotted him in a corner with some girl, a blonde girl.

A girl that looked pretty similar to the blonde I saw at the bistro weeks ago. The girl that ‘wasn’t there’.

Okay so – either she’s upset because of me or because of Nox – or I’m fucking seeing shit again.

Either way I needed to find her.

“Hey darlin’.” Curling my arm around Aspen, “I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Aw,” The edges of her plump lips downturned for a just a moment, “Well that’s okay, I kinda wanted to go to the club and cash in on lonely partiers.”

A smile tugged across my face, that was exactly why this was working. No strings, just fun.

“Why don’t you wanna stay and party?” She dropped a maraschino cherry in her mouth then plucking the stem out.

“I just don’t think I’m feelin’ all that well.”

She twirled the cherry stem between her thin fingers. “Aw,” She pushed out her bottom lip, “I can help, you want a bump?”

It took a good pause for me to contemplate the answer to that but ultimately decided against it, coke wasn’t something I wanted to make a habit of. I had too many fixes to juggle already.

“Nah I’m okay, but thanks for offerin’.” Picking her chin up, her brown eyes sparkling up at me. I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t gorgeous. She looked like if you put old Hollywood Marilyn Monroe into a present-day high-end escort. The type of escort that only the 1% hire, the Jeff Bezoz type of escort. Her features soft like a girl next door but her body like – a Playboy bunny. That’s exactly what she looked like, a Playboy bunny. The sex appeal, charm and the cheerfulness of a Playboy bunny.

I pressed a kiss on her full lips but before I could pull away, she hooked her finger into my shirt pocket. Her eyes met mine again, plopping the cherry stem in her mouth and within seconds plucking a newly formed knot from her extended tongue. Her fingers rotated it in my eyeline before dropping it in the pocket, her bedroom eyes locked on me the entire time. “Consider that a rain check for the other ways I could make you feel better.” She swiped the excess cherry juice from her thumb across her tongue then cleaned it off with a pop.

Navigating through shitfaced New Yorkers on New Years was hard enough on its own but the urgency of finding Elsie and the concoction of chemicals in my system made it quite a trying journey.

Finally reaching her door, I gave my signature knock.

No answer.

Knock again.

No answer.

With a slight turn of the knob, the door pushed open. “Els?” I called quietly. Tiptoeing around the empty apartment before hearing small noises from behind her cracked bedroom door. When I stepped closer, they sounded like whimpers.

Fuck. The last fucking thing I wanted to do was make her cry.

I knocked gently against the door frame, “Els?”

No answer, so I decided to just open the door. We had keys to each other’s places it wasn’t like we never just showed up.

A loud shriek came from her lips, her bare legs clamping around her hand.

“I-“ Eyes widening at the absolute opposite of what I thought was going on. Her dress bunched up at her hips, her hand between her thighs.

“What are you doing here!” Using her free hand to chuck a pillow at me that I promptly dodged. I’d never seen her cheeks so red.

“I thought you were sad!” I defended, putting both hands up as if I were under arrest.

“Why the fuck would I be sad!”

“Well I-“

“Get out!” Chucking another pillow at me.

Then it occurred to me, and maybe it was selfish, but the sight of her like that burned something vicious down my body. “Wait,” A slight curl at the corner of my lips, “Is this because of me?”

“What?”

“Is what you’re doing because of me?” I questioned, backing against the door clicking it closed.

“What are you doing, can you please just fucking leave.” Her voice was so flustered, it was almost endearing.

“Hm.” I stepped over to her, only causing her to clamp her legs more and slink further away from me. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

I sat on the edge just below where her legs were bent. I loved having her be putty in my hands, I loved making her squirm and writhe and beg. Green eyes just blinked at me, even I could see the confusion behind them, the conflict. The visual struggle made me second guess my own actions. “I’m sorry I walked in on you. I’ll leave if you want me to.” Dropping the teasing tone.

“It’s okay um- just what are you doing here.” Well, she didn’t throw me out, maybe I was onto something after all.

“I saw you leave the party, I thought you were sad. But now I see you were just hor-“

“Sh!” Her free hand pressed a finger to my lips. She eyed me like if I was about to pull some rabbit out of a hat, like I was hiding something she was searching for. In the slowest motion she unfolded her legs, keeping her hand over her core.

God she was gonna send me into a frenzy.

“Need some help?” I couldn’t help but offer.

Her middle and ring fingers drew up her slit landing at her clit but didn’t move. I could already feel my blood rushing to my hips. All I wanted to do was finish what I started at the party.

Adjusting to be between her legs, I pressed my coordinating fingers into hers then guiding them in slow circles.

“Wha-“ She began to protest.

“I can’t touch you remember?” I reminded. She dropped her head as my hand took control of the motions on herself.

“Fuck.”

“Now I’m gonna ask again.” Speeding up just enough to be noticeable, “Were you touching yourself because of me?” Her eyes widened, that was he rabbit she was waiting for - the ‘mean’ me she was yelling about at the party, the me that made her weak.

Her lack of a response caused a pause in my motions. Leaning forward placing a kiss at her bent knee, “Now what did we talk about words?”

Her already desperate eyes scrunched closed in defeat. It was those tiny moments of defeat that fueled me to push her further and further.

“Yes – Yes it was because of fucking you.” The angst in her voice indicated that she didn’t want to give in, but she was. She was pissed that I was right, that I saw right through her.

“Hm. You’re getting better.” My fingertips moving again, now in circle-8’s.

A low moan poured from her mouth. As rock hard I was or as much I wanted to be buried inside her or how I wanted to hear her choke on me, any of it didn’t distract from this. For me, sometimes this was even better than any of those. Being an orchestrator of a beautiful woman’s demise? A puppet master for a blinding spiral? Well that’s better than any orgasm I could ever have.

“Tell me darlin’, you got any toys in that drawer?” Her eyes shooting open again, more pink flooding into her cheeks.

“I- uh- no, I don’t.” Her words barely coming out past her stutters.

“Well, then you don’t mind if I double check?” My tone innocent, teasing. I went to open her wooden bedside table drawer when she caught my arm.

“No, no I don’t think you need to double check.” Panic clear in her voice.

“Mhm.” A swift tug at the drawer before she could protest further. Her hands immediately covering her face from pure embarrassment.

I was in utter shock when the opened drawer revealed a rather large collection of toys. Though, I suppose when you’re with a partner who doesn’t satisfy you, you need to find ways to find relief. Each toy she owned was smaller than me, but I chose the closest one to my size and girth.

When I returned to her, she had clamped her legs together again and was still covering her face. “Well, that wasn’t very nice to lie to me.”

“Shut up.” She fussed.

“Oh, don’t be like that.” My index tracing up the side of her thigh, “C’mon open up for me will ya?”

“No, you’re being mean.” She grumbled still hidden behind her humiliation.

“I think you like it when I’m mean,” The throbbing in my jeans was beginning to become painful, threatening to take complete control. “Let me make you feel good baby.” My hand curving round her full thigh, indicating to let me spread them. She paused then obliged, slowly opening her legs for me.

You know how when you’re really craving a favorite meal and then you finally get it and all you want to do is devour it in the most depraved way? That’s exactly how I felt the minute I saw her glistening heat.

“Alright darlin’ here’s what I’m gonna need you to do for me,” Gently bringing her fingers back to her swollen bundle, “I need you to keep doin’ what you were doin’ before, I’ll take care of the rest alright?” The utterly taken aback look on her face swirled both fear and excitement. Her dainty fingers began moving in circles once more.

Her eyes tracking me as I let a drip of spit land on the silicone member and massaging it in to lubricate before I brought it to her. Before I could even line up to her entrance she opposed, “I want yours”

Those were not words I thought would come from her mouth, in that moment but it only made me strain in my pants more, it took the last bit of self-restraint to reply, “You know I can’t do that.”

“Why not.”

“Because you won’t answer me.” Stating the obvious.

“About what?”

“You know what. The reason you’re in this mess.”

“Aust please,” Looking up with pleading eyes, “I need you.”

“Answer it, why were you so upset at the party?”

“I told you I don’t have an answer.” She repeated, quite brave of her to be defiant in this compromising position.

“Well then I can’t fuck you.” The words physically pained me.

She groaned in frustration, “Fine but…” Contemplating, gears churning while her vision traced from my face down to the bulge in my pants, “Well, if I have to touch myself, then so do you.” She said matter-of-factly.

Now it was me who was taken aback, not expecting that either. “Is that really what you want?” Confirming the fucked-up compromise.

She nodded pathetically, “Please? I need to see your cock.”

I didn’t need much convincing after that, undoing my zipper and tugging both jeans and boxers down letting my member spring free. I eyed her core before slipping two fingers slowly into her, causing a gasp. I moved them back and forth to get just enough of her juices to use as my own lube. She watched my every movement, from her to myself, then watching as my fingers wrapped around the head of my length and began to slowly bob up and down. I couldn’t help letting out a low groan as I was finally getting the relief I so desperately needed all night.

“Is this what you wanted?” Bringing my grip lower on myself and noticing her index and middle fingers beginning to work on herself again, “To watch me fuck myself?”

“Yes,” She nodded watching my hand as if she was in a trance, “Do you… do that to the thought of me?”

Suddenly that question that I kept asking her now spun on me seemed significantly crueller. Letting out another low grunt when I finally reaching the base of my length, “Of course, how could I not think about being deep in your throat again?”

A tiny proud curve tugged at her lips, “You think about being inside me?”

My hand now gaining a rhythm on my pulsing cock, “Fuck – yes.” I glided the head of the toy up and down her glistening slit, before gently sliding it inside her with my free hand. “Just like that.”

She sucked in a sharp breath the moment the toy filled her, but it wasn’t enough, “Please, fuck me.” She pleaded once more.

If I had to tell her ‘no’ one more time, I didn’t know well I’d be able to deliver it. My actions continued, now matching my hand in time with the silicone slipping in and out of her dripping heat. She must’ve caught on since her index and middle fingers also paced with rhythm.

“Does that feel good baby? Being filled up?” My actions sped up marginally. Using that word both turned me on and twisted my stomach in knots. The knots only tightened when I felt myself press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, breaking the ‘no touching’ rule. Even though we were engaged in some filthy action, the kiss felt so intimate. Probably one of the worst ways I could’ve touched her.

It earned me a pitched whimper, “Yes.” Her hips ever so slightly lifting and rotated on the fake dick.

Watching her soaked cunt getting fucked by something that wasn’t me only made me insatiable, I needed her in my mouth. My hand moved from my member using two fingers to spread her even more. I wanted to devour her but all I was allowed to do was watch. Whines rolled from her lips basically fucking herself with the way she rutted her hips on the toy.

“Please Austin, I need your cock – I need to feel you.” Her voice even weaker than before, “I wanna cum on you please.” As she begged her thrusts became more erratic, causing the grip on my length to follow suit.

Her digits took over my work sliding down between her folds and spread them wide for me, riding both fingers across her lips. She was trying to torture, make me give in. And I wanted to, god I fucking wanted to, so fucking bad.

I returned grasp to my throbbing cock and my eyes never once left her pussy. “I can’t, you know I can’t.” My stare still on her core as if I were hypnotized. I watched the blue toy drawing in and out of her, her walls gripping onto it. All I could do was imagine it was me inside her. It took every ounce of self-control to keep me from doing just that.

A weak moan fell as she circled her swollen clit again, “Are you close?”

I thought about it for a moment, but my pulsing head answered for me, “Yes.”

Tugging at her bottom lip seeming almost embarrassed of what she was about to say, “I want you to cum on me.” Rose blush tinted her cheeks.

“What?” Propping an eyebrow and stifling another moan as my hand wrapped around myself never took a break.

“I want you over me – and I want you to cum on me.” She clarified, “No touching.”

My view moved to her face to verify what she had just said, “You sure?”

“Mhm.” Nodding pathetically, “Please Aus? I wanna be covered in your cum.”

She didn’t need to ask any more for me to be between her legs, it took every ounce of restraint to not just slide right into her exposed and begging core. I stole the opportunity to take in the full sight of her, desperate, wet, pathetic, plump lips raw from biting down any noises she didn’t want escaping. The silky emerald dress beautifully draped off every curve of body, accentuating her full hourglass figure. She looked angelic, only illuminated by a singular bedside lamp and the glows from the city. Breathtaking and fragile like one of those sculptures where you can see every wrinkle of the dress. Had I never noticed her beauty in that way? Or had I just been lying the entire time - had I always looked at her that way?

I knew I couldn’t touch her, but I couldn’t resist from trailing my fingertips up her thighs to her hips, pushing the slinky dress material up a bit. “I don’t think you want me making a mess on this pretty dress baby.”

Every time I fucking said the term of endearment, I wanted to punch myself, but I wanted to keep using it.

She blinked up at me, showing the most hesitation I’d seen from her all night. “I um, I don’t wanna do that.”

Furling my brows up at her, “This has to be like $200 dress you really want me ruining it?”

“$500.” Correcting me but kept her focus on the side of the bed, chewing on her bottom lip. “It’s okay I’ll get it dry cleaned or something.”

Out of every fucking weird thing that led up to that moment tonight, that was the most puzzling one. There was something wrong and as a man of course it took me longer than it should’ve to figure it out.

Smoothing my hand up over hip beneath the dress, “You don’t have to hide from me.” Her cheeks prickled pink, “I’ve seen you without a shirt on before.”

“Yeah, but,” Running her tongue between pressed lips, “Never like this. I never do… this without a shirt on.”

“What do you mean?” It only got more perplexing, “You don’t have sex without a shirt on?”

“We’re not having sex.” She was quick to correct me, however her point was debatable. “But, no… ehm, he doesn’t like seeing me like that… when we’re, ya know.”

Nox continued to shock me because like, what the fuck? Why would you want her to hide? If it were me the dress would’ve been on the floor before we even left the party.

I wasn’t prepared to handle her statement, well I wasn’t really prepared to handle any of it.

“I’m not him.” I reminded her, “And I want to see you.”

She just stared at me when I figured maybe I should reframe my words.

Fingers molding around her hips gently, “I want to see you. I’m not lying about that. But more than that, I want you to be comfortable.” I reassured, “So, if me ruining your expensive dress is what will make you most comfortable then, I’m okay with that.”

She took a minute to process my words before replying with a soft, “Thank you.” Her tone was more appreciative than it should’ve been, like no one had ever taken time to prioritize her comfort.

“I want to…I just,” Eyes faltering once more, “I don’t think I can.”

I nodded, “Okay. That’s okay.”

She looked so relieved, making me sadder than it should’ve. It made me wonder the sort of backlash she was used to when saying no.

“Do you want to continue?” Making sure we were still on the same page, “It’s okay if you don’t.” Her hazy greens met mine though I couldn’t tell what they were thinking. I squeezed her hip again softly, “I won’t be upset, I promise.”

She pulled herself together, “I want to.” Giving me a little smile, as if my basic human decency had given her a green light. “No touching.”

Normally I hated those words, but this felt more like a victory. Not a sexual one, but some sort of a victory, nonetheless.

I gave her a small chuckle, “Okay, you got it. No touching.”

In that moment it felt like something began to weave together. Every other time us as friends and us as… whatever this was, were completely different, completely separate. But in that tiny fleeting exchange, it seemed to be both versions of us meshed.

The way her eyes blinked up at me, a soft sage suggested she might have felt the same sensation. If I didn’t know better, she was telepathically telling me to lean down and kiss her – it had to be her though right? It wasn’t be me. For whatever reason the thought of kissing her was the line – because of course us literally fucking ourselves to each other wasn’t the line. You kiss one-night stands, I kissed Aspen, I even fucked her, and it meant nothing to me. But Els would be different, I just knew it. And as much as I did want to sleep with her, that would be different too.

Her hands trickling down her body snapped me out of my thoughts. Fingers beginning to work on herself again in circles, not taking long for tiny whimpers to escape.

“You okay?” Her voice quiet, insecure, “If you really want me take it off-“

“No, no,” Stopping her free hand that already tugged the dress up slightly, “You look perfect just like this.”

Soft lips curled up, “Thanks Austie.”

It was no ‘baby’ but it was close.

“If you want to…you could take yours off.” I never saw her like this, shy, embarrassed, apprehensive, vulnerable. I loved it.

It caused a small laugh, “Is that what you want?”

“Mhm.” A little nod then tugged at the hem of my shirt.

Using just the collar to swiftly slip my black tee off, I watched her gaze rake down my body now fully bare in front of her. She brought dainty fingertips just hovering over my chest, tracing each accentuated ab. I knew I wasn’t nearly as muscular as Nox so, I wasn’t quite sure if her regard was one of comparison.

Her floating touch never making contact with me until finally reaching the wrist that held my member, fingers gently landing on my wrist bone. Even just the tips of her fingers on my wrist sent shockwaves through me and directly into my cock.

“Continue?” Her sight timidly reaching mine once more.

Using one hand to prop myself over her and the other started working on my length again. She reached down past her right hand and took over the toy to fuck herself under me.

I held myself up, my forehead pressed against hers – the only part of us that touched. Our focus never leaving each other’s eyes, our staggered breathing matched in time, watching the descent in the other’s face.

“Fuck I wish it was you around my cock.” The hand at work on myself speeding up at the thought of any part of her, even just her hand on me pushed me further.

“I know,” Her clouded wide eyes looking up at me so innocently, so pure. “I wish it was you inside me.”

Her fingers accelerated as well as moving the toy in and out of herself. Knowing that my cock was just inches away from being inside her drove me insane. I wanted to bury myself in her and fuck her senseless. She deserved it from how frustrated she made me.

Our working hands were so close to each other, in some twisted way we were fucking each other - her rhythm with the toy matched exactly the speed that my hips rolled into my hand.

The gentleness towards her from just before was slipping out of my grasp. “I don’t think you want that baby.” My head falling into the small of her neck.

“What, why?” She squeaked. “I do.”

“No, because you’ve driven me fucking insane. I’d make you pay. You’re lucky I can’t fuck you the way I want.” The thrusts into my grip sped up as they would if I was fucking her.

Her breath hitched clearly not expecting that answer. From earlier at the party, I figured her voice would fail her again, but she surprised me, “Maybe I’d like that.” The artificial tool catching up to my pace.

“Really?” Breathing into her neck from how her words fueled me, “You’d like it if I fucked you senseless? You’d like it if I used you as my own personal fuck doll?” Those were things I absolutely never imagined saying to her, especially not like this but the bourbon burned in my blood and I had little filter. From how silent she went, I thought for sure that had been too much.

“Yes.” She shyly answered through a stifled moan, “I’d like to be that for you.”

“Oh yeah?” My hand now catching up with her faster speed. God all I wanted was to sink my teeth into her, mark her, leave her covered in remnants of me. “What if I wanted to hurt you?”

Her silence even louder, I hoped she knew what I meant or that I didn’t just ruin everything. “I think I’d like that too.”

“Fuck baby.” I breathed out and failing at keeping a groan from escaping into her neck. My climax was approaching. As much as I wanted to finally come, I didn’t want this moment to end. It was the closest we’d ever gotten. “How about if I wanted to fill you up with my cum, would you like that too?”

“Yes.” No hesitation on that one. “I wish you’d do that right now.”

“Fuck,” I grunted when her reply caused my cock to twitch in my hand, “You’re gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.”

“I want you to cover me remember? I want your cum all over me, all over my dress.” Her fingers stumbling on her clit and the toy erratic. “Aus I’m so close, I’m so close.” Voice strained through her rapid breathing.

I nodded, then bring my forehead to hers again, I wanted to watch her unravel. “C’mon baby, you can come, give in to me. Pretend that’s my tongue on you, pretend it’s my cock inside you.” On the precipice of my own demise.

“Fuck,” She started before full euphoria hit her, “Fuck fuck fuck Austin!” Her back arching away from the bed as she let out the loudest moans I’d ever heard – full of curses and my name.

As she came, I soon followed, fucking my fist as hard as I’d be fucking her. Vivid buzzing filled my hips then spilled from my member, coating her silk dress in milky stripes. Our moans swirling and filling the room. It was watching her completely and totally collapse under me that sent me over the edge. Her eyes stayed locked with mine almost the entire time, only breaking contact when they rolled back in the height of her orgasm.

Eyes fluttered closed while we rode out our highs, heavy staggered breathing in time with each other. Her expression grew progressively bashful, blushing covered her cheeks. A heaviness dropped into my stomach resembling restraint.

Restraint from what?

It wasn’t my body.

Eerily similar to when you can’t wait to spoil the surprise of a birthday gift. A budding secret threatening to escape from your lips at any moment.

I went to pull away to clean the mess we’d made but she caught my arm curling her own around mine. “Please.” A low whisper.

I had no idea exactly what she was begging for but I knew it wasn’t for another finish line.

“I can clean you up-”

“No, I need you please” She didn’t look up at me and I swore I heard her voice crack.

“How? How do you need me?” Replying in a hush close to hers.

Hesitated, “I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?” Running through any possible mistakes I had made, maybe I should’ve resisted my own urges for her sake.

“I, just- I just need you.” Her tone now clearly a cracking dam of restrained tears.

I would’ve had a hand hold her cheek if one wasn’t supporting me and the other wasn’t covered in cum. So, I did the closest thing and nudged her nose.

“How baby? How do you need me?”

Her gaze diverted and clearing her throat, “I- this way, this. I need you to fuck me.” She lied, it was a shit attempt at the truth.

Well now I was completely puzzled, not following a single damn mixed signal. “I don’t think that’s it Els. What is it?”

And in just the second after I used her name tears seeped out. She quickly brought her free arm up to wipe the tears off with her palm, clearly attempting to halt it from accelerating. My brows furled at the sight below me, those were not the kind of tears I normally caused during sex.

“Please, please,” She pled desperately, “Can we do it again please? I need you to do it again.”

“Whoa, what is going on?” Going to pull away but her grip on my arm kept me locked. “Are you upset about this? Did I do something wrong?” I questioned, the only things that seemed like valid reasons. “Did I say something?”

The cries worsened, face reddening under the palm that frantically worked to clean her now flowing tears.

“Is that it? Did I say something wrong?” I mean, I had said plenty to her tonight between the party and here. “What was it?”

Finally letting go of my arm to cover her face in folded arms, now completely sobbing, sharp inhales, and her chest heaving.

“C’mon baby, can you please tell me what it is? I’m sorry for anything.” I didn’t know her cries could get any worse but now she could barely get a full breath in.

She visibly attempted to tame the tears enough to speak, “That.” She said simply.

“I- what?” Before the pieces fell together in a way I didn’t expect – I didn’t expect it to hurt so much either. “’Baby’?”

She fell apart again nodding beneath her arms.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. Is it too much? Do you not like it? I can stop.”

She stilled, seemingly processing how to respond, maybe she didn’t even know. “Please just fuck me? Or something?” Her breathing steading just marginally enough to speak, “I don’t even have to cum just – something, anything.”

“Els, I’m not gonna – do anything – when you’re like this. You’re literally sobbing.” I felt like I was in some sort of twilight zone, like I was missing some key element. She just told me I did something wrong and now she’s begging me to fuck her?

‘I don’t even have to come’?

“I’m gonna need you to tell me what’s really wrong because, well, I can’t just sit here and watch you cry?”

She just kept, wailing. Pure, unbridled wails.

“I mean, if this is really about me saying ba-“

“Please Austin please.”

I had never heard someone begging for sex in such a sad way. It made absolutely no sense. “Elsie, I really don’t know what you want right now. I’m sorry for saying or doing whatever I did. But I need you to tell me what this is about, please.” All I wanted to do was make it better, hold her, stop her tears, whatever she needed, I wanted to give.

She took a long pause.

“If you fuck me, you’ll say it again.”

I took an equally as long pause just trying to wrap my head around her delicate words, “Okay, now you’ve really lost me.”

She turned her face completely away from me even though she was still hidden behind her arms. In a feeble voice, “I need you to fuck me, because you’ll say it again.”

Huh?

“Say what again Els?”

Another pause with struggling inhales, “‘Baby’.”

Not what I was expecting but it was more confusing than anything else she could’ve said. “You only call me that when you want me.” Her words sliced through any fluff, any of the bullshit layers we had laid.

Well, duh. What, was I going to call her baby in front of her boyfriend? Or when we’re watching movies?

“Well – I mean – you know.” Stumped on what exactly was the correct response. “I, well, I just, you know.” Fumbling again, like I was trying to play football with a oil-coated ball.

“See?”

“I well, uh,” What was I supposed to say? You have a fucking boyfriend? I shouldn’t be saying it in the first place. “I just didn’t know you liked it.”

“I know.” As to confirm my thoughts of how it wasn’t right, of how it didn’t make sense for me to say it and how she shouldn’t like it.

“Well, I’m not saying it to like- coerce you into anything. It’s not just because I want to, ya know, do what we did.”

“It’s not?” A sniffle as her weeping slowly began to decline. She knew I couldn’t answer it, I shouldn’t answer it. “I just- I don’t know,” Timidly pulling from her arms now looking up at me teary eyed, “I just like hearing it, I guess.”

Before I could even stop myself, “You like hearing it, or you like to hear me say it?”

Her watery greens rounded but just nodded, so feeble it was barely noticeable.

“Okay,” Finally regaining some control over the situation and realizing that I was still completely fucking nude, “How about this, I clean you up and get you into some comfy clothes?”

With a sniffle she gave me a silent ‘okay’.

“Uh, before I do anything, should I be worried about, ehm… him coming home?”

I fully expected her to shoot up in a panic, but she just shook her head, “No, he texted me he’s not coming home. He’s crashing there.”

Mhm, it had nothing to do with the girl he was with, right?

“Okay.” I made my way out of the mess of sheets and to her bathroom, cleaning myself off and slipping back into my boxers. Then brought a towel to the bed and climbed back in. I kneeled in front of her legs that had clamped back together, not moving any other way.

Trailing my hand up her leg, “C’mon baby, open up for me.”

Immediately I saw a slight glimmer in her now mostly dry eyes and then complied to me, timidly spreading open.

Any other time the sight of her still dripping and the toy still deep inside her would’ve stirred me again, but right now my priority was taking care of her.

I gently pulled the silicone from her core, coming out with a pop which caused her to blush all over again.

“Is it okay that I’m doing this?” I confirmed before actually touching her.

“Mhm.” Now hiding behind her hands again.

I brought the towel to her messy center and softly moved it down between her lips, making sure she was thoroughly cleaned up. “Does that feel okay?”

“Mhm.”

Then going to the dress, wiping off the excess of me that hadn’t yet dried onto the fabric. I tugged a bit on the scrunched dress at her hips, “You wanna take this off? I can get you some PJs and leave the room if you want?”

“Hmm,” She thought, “You can stay but, you have to close your eyes.”

“Okay.” I agreed quietly, pulling off the bed and going to her drawers. From the many drunken nights there I knew exactly which drawer held her PJs, second drawer on the left. I picked out an oversized shirt, one that seemed quite familiar, probably one that she stole from me and then paired with some fleece shorts. I set them on the bed and sat next to them on the edge facing the wall and shutting my eyes. “Alright, I’m not looking.”

I heard her shuffle around the bed struggling through the thick duvet, then an audible struggle and a defeated sigh. “I need help.”

I let out a quiet chuckle, “Of course you do.” I kept my eyes shut but motioned her to come towards me. “C’mere, I’ll keep ‘em closed.”

“Hmph.” She exhaled hard and shuffled her way over to me, the dress rippling across the wooden floor, “Okay, here.”

I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. My hands reached out blindly and met her full hips first, then wandered up her curves on a discovery mission. It was the first time my hands felt her this way without it being fueled by desires. A heavy knot fell into the pit of my belly, but it wasn’t sexual. I didn’t know what it was. It mimicked the feeling of picking up a product in a florescent lit mall, something you felt the instant need for, something perfect for you. Then you look at the price tag and the realization that it is completely out of your budget. Not that she was an object to me, god no. She was anything but an object to me. But she was out of my reach, something I couldn’t afford.

I wanted more than I could handle.

This intimate plight over her body outside of the sexual lens gave me a new view of her physique. The sightless wandering heightened my ability to discern parts of her figure I’d somehow missed, like the extra around her midsection. The part no doubt was what Nox ridiculed and made her embarrassed of, the part that she would stop in mirrors to body-check. The parts she frowned at, pulled baggy clothes over, the parts she hid. And yet they were the parts of her that drove me crazy.

My hands fumbled to find the zipper, causing her to let out a giggle. “C’mon now Aus, it’s not that hard.” A smile crept across my face and I chuckled back, finally finding the zipper and running both index fingers up the length of it. I kept a hand anchored to her side as I delicately unzipped the satin dress.

It was those moments, the giggles in between, it felt like us, normal us. Us meshed between those mistakes. Us meshed over intimate names and forbidden actions. Could we be us while touching the way that we do?

“Thanks.” She replied quietly, stepping forward and slipping the dress off. I could hear the rustling of her changing into the pajamas then pulling herself into bed. “You can open now.”

I let my eyelids open after what felt like an eternity. My gaze fell on her wrapped in her white duvet and gave her a tiny grin, “Ya know, I think you look better like that.”

Red peaked in her cheeks, “Shut up.” Then looking over at me with big eyes and I already knew what was coming, “I’m cold.”

I nodded and climbed across the king-sized mattress and met her under the covers, spooning her from behind. Out of pure reflex I wrapped an arm around her and out of sheer stupidity my hand found hers, intertwining between her fingers. A loud silence fell upon the room, like an elephant had suddenly made an appearance.

After a long bit of stillness came a barely audible, “Aus.”

And suddenly it felt like I was a little kid being caught in something against the rules, “Yeah?” I responded, nervous of what would follow.

She let a long pause pass, “What is this?” Her voice held a slight shake, sadness tainted through every word. “What are we doing?”

And just like that, she broke every silence compromise, every rule, shattering the close call clause. It dawned on me that I didn’t know the answer to that question. What were we doing? What did I want? What did I think would come from this? What ghost was I chasing and why?

“I-I,” I let out a sigh, “I don’t know.”

Her body wouldn’t have been more still, even her knuckles froze in time, “Do um- Do you like it?”

At first thought I questioned it, but how could I not? How could I possibly deny that?

“I think so - I think that’s quite obvious.” I answered simply. “You?”

“I think so.” She copied, her hand giving mine a gentle squeeze. I knew it was the champagne in her system talking, she’d never be brave enough to say any of that sober. That begged the question, did she mean it? And possibly, more importantly, would she remember? Would she remember my answers in the morning? Did I want her to?

I rested my forehead against her shoulder and placed a gentle kiss on her fabric covered skin.

“What does that mean?” She inquired another impossible and prohibited question.

I decided to act dense, the last thing I needed to do was misconstrue what she was insinuating, “What do you mean?”

“Like… for us. What does that mean for us?” I could practically hear her wincing from her own questions, bracing for impact.

“I’m…I’m not sure.” I answered honestly. I didn’t. She had Nox and now I had Aspen. “We’re friends… I guess.” The truth never tasted so vile in my mouth, it was like saying the sky was green.

She ever so slightly curled away from me, her face nuzzled into her pillow and from her lips came an even more vile truth. A truth so loud, so violent that rattled every molecule in my carcass. A verity that would obliterate every rule and null every close call clause.

“Friends don’t do the things we do Aus.”

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[ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 ]

no particular reason for this, i just kinda miss writing for them sdjjkdn. this is a pretty select few but if yall want i can make headcanons for some others if requested :]

𝐓𝐖: brief period of sexual content. marked with a yellow [ ⟢ ]

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ it kinda depends! for the most part he doesn't really go on dates, but when he does they're pretty private and discreet

⟢ a nice dinner in a high-end restaurant out of town would be nice, preferably in a territory that he has connections with so nothing interrupts you two

⟢ there’s something really sweet and domestic about getting all dressed up, picking you up at your place, and having a casual conversation over dinner that feels like normalcy for him in the hectic shitshow he calls his life

⟢ because of that he really likes just,, spending time with you?? like not really on a date persay, but more like you hang around in his office doing your own work while he does his

⟢ it may not seem like it, but he really appreciates you being there considering how lonely he can get drowning himself in work. when you notice him getting too consumed by it you place your hand on his non dominant one, making him break his eyes away from the paper and let out a little sigh so he can give himself a break for a few seconds

⟢ but yeah anyway something slow paced and calm would be more his style, he’s not really into very social events or loud areas now that he’s grown older so a date at home or a quiet cafe/restaurant would be nice

⟢ (can’t stay out for too long with you though, he’s worried you’ll end up with a bounty over your head because of him)

𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ honestly dude he just wants to relax like

⟢ he’s not “boring enough” that he doesn’t wanna go out and have a few drinks, but he really appreciates calmness

⟢ like going see a movie is a nice middle ground since you could go hit up a bar after and talk about what you liked and didn’t like over a glass of liquor

⟢ outside of his job he really likes the races too!! he’s not gonna bet anything cause he doesn’t feel like that’s appropriate on a date in his case (unless you say you’re cool with it, he’ll try his best not to start a fight with anyone there for your sake)

⟢ he thinks that going dancing is nice too. he’s not particularly good at it and he finds himself laughing a little when you trip over your own feet, but when he looks at you enjoying yourself it gets harder and harder to pay attention to the world around him enough to feel embarrassed

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

⟢ dude honestly?? i feel like he’s a sucker for the “night on the town” trope

⟢ like yeah all that sappy stuff is cute and all, but he wants to have fun. more so he wants to have fun with you.

⟢ of course his definition of “fun” is just running around starting shit, but if you’re into causing a little trouble and then messily making out in an alleyway what’s there not to love??

⟢ he’s all about starting a ruckus, and if he has a gorgeous person by his side to do it with him he’s over the moon

⟢ going out with him means you’re probably going out with a few of your friends too since he really likes being surrounded by people, but he’s probably going to just grab you by the wrist and drag you off somewhere halfway through his drinks anyway

⟢ the two of you either end up back at the base (somehow) missing half of your clothes, or woken up by a cop cause you were sleeping in the park cuddling like it was your bed back home

𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

⟢ i have had the headcanon that this man is soft since the beginning of my writings for peaky blinders and i refuse to go back on it goddammit

⟢ he’s SO sweet. like so sweet it’s almost painful he just loves all that sappy shit

⟢ dude picnics? sign him tf up. he likes to eat and he likes to watch birds, and he likes the little laugh you let out when he groans to sit down properly because his back doesn’t cooperate with him anymore

⟢ like tommy he’s not really into anything terribly social or loud now that he’s mature and has to deal with that on a daily basis, but he doesn’t mind going out for a drink with you in the places that be knows you’ll be safe in

⟢ that, or if you’re not feeling up to it you could come over to his house and he could make you dinner

⟢ alfie’s a really passionate guy, so if you’re not averse to sex he’s more than happy to spend the entire date just lazily sucking you off/eating you out on his couch

⟢ it doesn’t feel like any of the sex you’ve ever had before, especially with how much he pays attention to and how his pleasure seems entirely focused on your own

⟢ it’s almost like he gets off to feeling your body constrict and writhe underneath him, even somewhat having a conversation with you if you’re not too breathless (you are, he’s insanely good at pleasuring you with his mouth it’s actually kind of aggravating)

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

⟢ he wants to take you out to eat almost every time you two go out

⟢ he usually just makes the excuse “im italian, we like to eat” but it’s also because it’s the safest option considering he owns a lot of the restaurants y’all go to

⟢ that and he likes to eat

⟢ if you wanna try something different he’s all ears, down for almost anything you want since he’d do anything to please his angel

⟢ hes also just down to walk around New York City and look at the lights, talking about things that most normal couples would like bad coworkers and weather preferences

⟢ when he's around you he doesn't like to focus on work too much since it makes him feel like he's not giving you enough of his attention

⟢ likes to say that he's not into the sappy shit but he's a hopeless romantic at heart

⟢ will definitely take you to a nice dinner in a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and asks you to dance like you haven't done it millions of times before

⟢ he sings the lyrics of the song to you in your ear while you sway and you giggle every time he places kisses on your neck and whispers things into your skin

⟢ generally just very soft and romantic, and most definitely walks you home/walks home with you after

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

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Peanut Butter & Cheese

Steddie | T | ~3.5k | AO3 link

For @steddie-week day 1: Hunger / Pining / Somebody to Love by Queen

"It's kinda poetic, you know," Steve says when he's done with his sandwiches. "Two things most people wouldn't think belonged together, but… they actually do." "I know, right? Kind of like…" Eddie meets Steve's eyes and snaps his mouth shut, teeth clicking together. He looks away, shaking his head to let his hair fall forward and hide his face, but Steve could've sworn he caught Eddie blushing just the moment before that. "Never mind, it's stupid." OR: A late-night kitchen raid to satisfy Eddie's cravings and Steve's silly comment on their food bring forth some mutual realizations.

"So. Should we watch something?" Steve asks Eddie after he locks the front door and returns to the living room. "Or do you wanna go to sleep?"

Everyone's just left after their usual party movie night, and it's just the two of them in his house. Eddie and Steve. Two names that only a little while ago Steve wouldn't have believed even belonged in the same sentence, much less mashed together into a perfectly natural, familiar entity. Carved into his life as something normal, comforting. Something precious.

Eddie's been staying over after movie nights for several months now. It's not something they specifically arranged. One evening he was just too high to drive after they'd smoked together and asked if he could crash at Steve's place. And Steve, whose defenses were slowly evaporating along with the smoke he was exhaling, admitted how much he hated staying alone in his giant empty house. How it was especially unsettling the night after the whole party'd been there, filling it with lively conversations, laughter and warmth.

So Eddie stayed. Slept on the couch, even though Steve offered him the guest bedroom, claiming his limbs were rubber and he couldn't possibly haul himself upstairs, and that Steve's couch was comfier than his own bed back home anyway. "It's like lying on a fluffy cloud, Stevie," he murmured, a smile half squished into one of the cushions.

The week after that, while everyone was gathering their stuff to leave, Eddie instead gathered their multiple pillows and blankets discarded all over the floor, built himself a very comfy-looking nest on the couch and settled into it with a grin. Steve ducked his head to try and hide the stupidly fond smile on his lips. He joined Eddie, who grinned even wider and tossed several pillows at him to make himself comfortable on the other end of the couch.

For a moment, Steve thought things might get awkward. It was the first time it was just the two of them, completely sober, no joint or beer to ease them into a conversation. But, as it turned out, they didn't even need it. Eddie was surprisingly easy to be around, he'd crack jokes and ask Steve completely random, mundane questions like "what's your favorite color?", or totally weird ones, like "would you rather have one hundred duck-sized elephants or one elephant-sized duck?" And even when a silence fell between them, it was a comfortable one. They ended up talking way past midnight.

Just like that, week after week, Eddie kept staying over. They'd talk, watch movies, play Jenga, smoke or have beers, didn't matter what. Steve was grateful for the company, and it looked like Eddie really didn't mind spending this time together either.

The nights Eddie wasn't there, which was six days out of the week, Steve always felt a little miserable. At first he just assumed he was feeling lonely. He wondered what that would be like, for real. To have someone in his house at all times. Someone to talk to every night, someone to laugh with at some stupid comedy movie, someone to greet him in the morning with a coffee cup shoved into his hands and a sunny smile. Preferably not sleeping on the couch, either, but in his bed, in his arms.

Took a while for Steve to realize he'd stopped thinking of some random faceless girl in these scenarios. It was always about the person who was actually there with him, for one night of the week.

The rest on AO3

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 1 year

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Solo Roadtrip Comfort

Summary - Part 12 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure)

Warnings - mentions of pregnancy,

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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!

You and Dean stay with Bobby for a few days before Sam catches a new lead. Dean, not wanting you to travel alone again insisted you drive back to the bunker together before he and Sam headed off again. While you didn’t really want to return to being alone, you finally agreed the bunker was home and you were safest there. You all knew it wasn’t going to be a milk run, but Dean promised to be back in time for your ultrasound appointment. However, nothing had gone to plan since they left. On the third day in pursuit of the high-level demon they’d called Bobby in for assistance. You were spending every waking hour researching and looking for demonic omens. With less than 48 hours to your appointment and no significant progress, you decide to call Dean to encourage him just to come home and regroup.

“Hey, sweetheart, everything okay?”

“Yeah, just miss you.”

“I miss you too. I really thought we would’ve caught the son of a bitch by now.”

“I know...”

“24 more hours, okay, sweetheart? I’ll come back for the appointment, demon or no demon. I made a promise and I intend to keep it.”

“I called up to convince you, but truly, Dean, it’s just an ultrasound. I’ll get the pictures and there’ll be others. We’ll probably barely be able to see anything anyway. You should keep on this demon. It could be the key to creating a safer world for our peanut.”

“We’re chasing our tails, baby. We’re no closer to finding it than we were a week ago. I just want to hold you in my arms again.”

“I want nothing more than to be in your arms, but…”

“I know. I’ll give it 24 more hours. If we catch a lead we’ll chase it, otherwise I’m coming home to you. Deal?”

“Deal. I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

“You better not be overexerting yourself with research. Promise me you’ve been sleeping and eating and managing your stress.”

“I promise. Three full meals a day with snacks and I’m in our cold, lonely bed with a book or a movie by midnight, up every day well after dawn.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll be back to warm up that bed and give you some company soon enough.”

“I love you. Get back to work, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll call you tonight.”

You hang up and go to the kitchen to make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before going back to research, but you find the peanut butter jar empty – damn Dean putting empty jars in the cupboard. The thought of your fiance makes you smile for a second. But your craving takes over. You go to your room and change out of Dean’s T-shirt into one of your own with ripped jeans and finish your outfit with one of his flannels before slipping on your boots and heading for the garage. You take the keys for the bright red car off the hook and get in, driving to the store. Once you get there you grab a new jar of peanut butter and a range of your other favourite snacks including a fresh apple pie. You take your things to the counter but something feels off.

You feel uncomfortable with how the cashier is looking at you. You could’ve sworn his eyes were pitch black, but when you walk over with your groceries and get a closer look they’re bright blue. You try to push the anxiety down, but you can’t ignore your years of hunting experience and the sinking feeling in your stomach. That’s when you realise you had left the bunker completely unarmed. So instead you try to be inconspicuous and just pay for your groceries and leave. You keep looking back over your shoulder with each step you take towards your extremely conspicuous car. You quickly get in and lock the doors behind you and zoom off back towards the bunker. Once you’re out on the straight road you call Dean, but after two rings you hang up and call Sam instead.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“You with Dean?”

“I’m at the Library. Dean’s off with Bobby chatting to the locals.”

“Oh ok. Umm…good.”

“What’s going on? You know he doesn’t like it when you come to me instead of him. Didn’t you just almost break up over this a couple of weeks ago?”

“You know what he’s like…he stresses so much.”

“You know why though.”

“I know just…fine! I call him.”

Just as you’re about to say your goodbyes your phone lights up with an incoming call. “Speak of the devil…he’s calling. Thanks, Sam. I’ll see you whenever you guys get back. Be safe and good luck!”

You hang up and answer Dean’s call.

“Hey, sweetheart, something wrong? Are you okay? The baby?”

“We’re both fine. Give me a sec,” you put the phone down while you drive into the garage, but stop halfway when something occurs to you, “shit!”

“Y/N? Sweetheart? What’s going on?”

You hear Dean’s worried calls and pick your phone back up. “Something’s not right, Dean.”

“With the baby? Are you bleeding? Does it hurt? I know I hate hospitals-”

“I’m fine. The baby’s fine. I already told you.”

“Then what’s not right? What’s going on?”

“I gotta get out of here. I think someone’s in the bunker.”

“Son of a bitch! Dammit! I’ll send Sam back on the plane and I’ll drive. Dammit! I’ll get on a plane…”

You quickly back out of the garage and speed off down the road. You don’t know where to go, but you can’t risk being caught in the bunker with a demon. You try to take deep breaths to manage your stress, completely zoning out your frantic fiance on the phone. After a few minutes, you spot a clearing in the trees, drive off the road, and park.

“Y/N? Talk to me? Are you there? Are you okay?”

“Dean. I think the demon you’re looking for is here in Kansas.”

“I’m getting in the car now. I’m gonna pick up Sam and Bobby and we’re gonna check it out. I want you to get out of there and drive to Bobby’s and lock yourself in the panic room. Don’t stop unless you absolutely have to. And call me whenever you do.”

“Dean…It’s all my fault,” you try to take a deep breath but end up crying instead. The stress is too much for you to handle alone, along with your raging hormones. “I went out. I didn’t take my gun or my knife. I just wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich but you ate all the peanut butter! I just wanted a sandwich…And I-I forgot to shut the garage door. It’s my fault. They found me. The cashier-”

“Hey, hey, hey! Y/N! Sweetheart! Slow down! Take a deep breath with me,” Dean takes an exaggerated breath in and out so you can hear him. He does this a few times until he can hear you’ve settled down a little. “Okay, now start at the beginning. Tell me everything.”

You tell him everything that’s happened since you last spoke, including your call to Sam and hunch about the cashier.

“Okay, we’re gonna stick to the same plan okay? You keep driving to Bobby’s, I can stay on the line if you want. If you need to stop to fill up, pee or get snacks you call me, Sam or Bobby – you don’t unlock or get out of the car without one of us on the line. As soon as I meet up with them we’re all gonna head back. Sam and I will go to Kansas and search the bunker and check the town for demons, Bobby will go home to be with you. We’ll go there and pick you up and bring you home as soon as we know it’s safe.”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“For what?”

“For scaring you, for screwing up, for not being more careful…”

“Everything’s gonna be okay. It’s not your fault. Granted it’s a little early for baby-brain to be setting in yet, but then again I’ve never been around many pregnant women, so what would I know?”

“I can’t go to Sioux Falls, what about the appointment?”

“You call and reschedule, or I can. It can be a few days late. It’s more important you’re safe. I just pulled up in front of the library, I’m gonna go get Sam and fill him in, you should start driving. Do you want to stay on the line?”

You take a deep breath. “No, I’m a badass hunter, I can do this!”

“Damn right you are! You got this. By the way, check the glove box.”

You do as you’re told and find a silver knife and gun. “But how?”

“Before we left Bobby’s I put a spare set in there. It’s your car whenever you want it, you know that, and I knew I couldn’t stop you from leaving the bunker when I’m not there. But what I could do was make sure you never left unarmed.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Be safe. You got this. And call whenever you stop, we’ll be tracking you too.”

You hang up and go to close the glove box but something catches your eye: a mix tape. You pull it out, you can’t help but smile as you read the writing: A mixtape for the love of my life. You put it in to play and start the car. Classic rock fills the car as you peel off back towards the road.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A few hours pass before the need to pee is so unbearable you have to stop. You take the next exit and call Sam before pulling up at the Gas-N-Sip. He answers quickly.

“Hey Y/N, you’re on speaker with Dean too.”

“Hey, sweetheart! First stop? Where are you?”

“I thought you two were tracking me,” you say as you get out and fuel up the car.

“We are, but I’m driving.”

“Columbus, Nebraska. I’m fuelling up and then I really need to pee. Luckily I already had snacks, although I still want a PB&J!”

“You can make one as soon as you get to Bobby’s,” Dean says.

“Hey, we know that’s not a short drive, especially by yourself. I know you’re not supposed to be drinking coffee or energy drinks at the moment, and I know Dean’s ready to punch me for even suggesting this, but you might need to consider it. It’s not safe to sleep on the side of the road alone, nor can we guarantee any motels.”

“Thanks for the advice, Sam, but I’d rather risk it at a motel than risk the baby’s health by binging on caffeine.”

“Only you know what’s best for you-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I know really gotta pee!” You rush to the women’s bathroom keeping them on the line but telling them to shut up. You check the stalls finding them all empty before going into the first one and locking it. You listen carefully for anyone else coming and going but it’s quiet. So you do your business and get out as quickly as possible. After paying for the fuel you get back in the car and drive off.

“I’m back on the road now. I’ll call you next time I stop.”

“Be safe!” they both say in unison.

“I love when you talk at the same time. You two be safe too! Oh, and I found the mixtape, love of my life,” you say before hanging up.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Illicit Affairs

Taylor has sung about an affair on every album since Reputation. She revelled in betrayal on reputation (I did something bad), on Lover she had conflicted feelings (cruel summer) and regret here on Folklore. Folklore onward is presented as fiction, its evident many songs draw in part from personal experience, as her eras performance of illicit affairs and its 1989/Haylor references show.

In the Long Pond Sessions Taylor introduced the song as being not from personal experience. While I don't think it is autobiographical it has references to other songs that indicates it is at least in part drawn from personal experience.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Make sure nobody sees you leave Hood over your head, keep your eyes down Tell your friends you're out for a run You’ll be flushed when you return Take the road less traveled by Tell yourself you can always stop What started in beautiful rooms Ends with meetings in parking lots

I don’t think this is intended but every time I hear the opening verse I picture this. This open is a general tone setting of it being an affair rather than identifying anyone.

At the end of this verse we see this affair is has lost it gloss. Comparatively, the lyric video for illicit affairs is of a rainy, leafy parking lot.

[Chorus] And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and longing stares It's born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies A million little times

The chorus is very visual for me, from a longing stare, a thrilling single glance. The single glance speaks of a irresistible attraction as in the gorgeous “And you should think about the consequence / Of you touching my hand in a darkened room (Dark room, dark room)”

The dies a million times to me is telling the protagonist to put it aside, to stop thinking about the person they long for.

[Verse 2] Leave the perfume on the shelf That you picked out just for him So you leave no trace behind Like you don’t even exist Take the words for what they are A dwindling, mercurial high A drug that only worked The first few hundred times

Verse 2 depicts the feeling of shame and hiding, knowingly betraying someone else and hiding their time. To me, this may be imagery about feeling that a relationship is being hidden.

The verse ends with liking this relationship as a drug, something Taylor did in Clean and DBATC. HS has also likened his relationship with TS as a drug in Meet me in the Hallway.

The drug only worked the first hundred times, this tells us the affair is long term, and also similar to this line in Exile “Second, third, and hundredth chances”

[Chorus] And that's the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares They show their truth one single time But they lie and they lie and they lie A million little times

The second chorus has changed, longing stares has changed to stolen stares, indicating they have started acting on the longing in verse 2. I love how Taylor sings stolen stares here.

The (desire) dying has turned into lies, because they are having an affair.

[Bridge] And you wanna scream Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby" Look at this idiotic fool that you made me You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

The bridge throws away the pretence that Taylor is singing of someone else and she uses the first person. This verse has many similarities to haylor songs:

Harry has a similar lyric to don't call me baby in TBSL: "Don't call me baby again / It's hard for me to go home / Be so lonely"

In All you had to do was stay Taylor sang "I've been picking off the pieces / Of the mess you made"

Showing Taylor colours she can't see with anyone else is a reference to OOTW and Question (see Haylor Colours)

[Outro] And you know damn well For you, I would ruin myself A million little times

Finally, we can assume which muse Taylor would ruin herself for who was not her BF.

#haylor #illicit affairs #folklore #Youtube #taylor swift

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kyanitedragon · 3 months

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Hidekane Playlist

“Let’s Go Home”

GINASFS - Fall Out Boy (“trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns”)

Talk To Me - Cavetown (“you and i will share the weight / growing stronger day by day”)

Eyes Open - Taylor Swift (“yesterday we were just children / but now we’ve stepped into a cruel world”)

As Long As You Love Me - Backstreet Boys (“i don’t care who you are / what you did / as long as you love me”)

Human - Of Monsters and Men (“breathe in, breathe out / let the human in”)

Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace (“so what if you can see / the darkest side of me?”)

I Want It That Way - Backstreet Boys (“but we are two worlds apart / can’t reach to your heart”)

Hoodie - Hey Violet (“i’m still rocking your hoodie / and chewing on the strings”)

Still Here - Digital Daggers (“every night i dream you’re still here”)

Skin and Bones - Ruelle (“when your love goes, i’m just skin and bones”)

Skeleton - Set It Off (“feeding on my happiness like i never deserved it at all / feeling like a pessimist when i just wanna laugh through it all”)

Forest Fires - Lauren Aquilina (“and whilst i keep my quiet, you’re running with the tigers / you’re running just to run from me”)

Unravel - Jonathan Young (“don’t come searching when i go missing / close your eyes or just try to look away”)

Unravel - The Unknown Songbird (“just who’s inside of me? / the monster pulling strings”)

Unravel - TK from Ling tonsite sigure (“please remember me as vividly as i was”)

Flight of the Crows - Jhariah (“let those old memories go / feed me to the crows, please”)

Wolves - Selena Gomez & Marshmello (“i’ve been running through the jungle, i’ve been crying with the wolves, just to get to you”) (“i’ve been down the darkest alleys, saw the dark side of the moon, to get to you”)

Halo - Starset (“and if you need me to / i will save you / send out the signal and i’ll fight on / if it means the death of me, i won’t let go / and if i’m lost in the world’s shadows / i’ll use the light that comes to me from your halo”)

Missing You - All Time Low (“make no mistake the day will come when you can't cover up what you've done / now don't lose your fight, kid / it only takes a little push to pull on through / with so much left to do, you'll be missing out, and we'll be missing you”)

Stay Alive - Andy Black (“i keep telling myself / i can take you from this God-forsaken place / stay alive for the good times”)

Die For You - Starset (“i know your eyes, i know inside / the walls you hide behind / and i saw the truth inside the real you / because i know you're lost when you run away / from the same black holes and black mistakes / taking all my will just to run alone / when are you coming home?”)

City of Angels - Em Beihold (“used to say ‘If you ever made it, I'd be the first call’ / and life would stay fairly the same / oh our friendship wouldn't change at all / but you busted, haven't talked in a year / i mistrusted, now it's all comin' clear / that you only think of yourself / may be loved, but you're lonely as hell, oh”)

From Me, The Moon - Lav (“Is the Moon still in love with the Sun? Do you still keep counting my sins? Will your heart ever forgive my skin?”)

I Should Call My Friends - Hey Violet (“I wish that I could see you now, maybe I'll reach out / all alone again, I should call my friends”)

Who I Am Hates Who I’ve Been - Relient K (“i don't want you to know where i am / ‘cuz then you'll see my heart / in the saddest state it's ever been”)

The High Road - Three Days Grace (“i’ll do whatever it takes / to be the mistake you can’t live without”)

Don’t Deserve You - Plumb (“you never give up, when I'm falling apart, your arms are always open wide / and you're quick to forgive, when I make a mistake”)

The Killing Kind - Marianas Trench (“the ghost in me was true / but you were haunted too / just didn’t see it all along”)

Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead (“there's no place you can hide 'cause i'm coming after you / i wish there was another way out for you”)

Picture Perfect - Escape The Fate (“you had to die / for me to see how to live”)

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother (“don’t you think it’s kinda cute / that i died right inside your arms tonight?”)

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W - My Chemical Romance (“never mind about the shape i'm in / i'll keep you safe tonight”)

Dangerous Hope - Beth Crowley (“I feel the weight / of the secrets you're protecting / i'll keep them safe / if you let me / the rest of the world / fades into oblivion / ‘til there's only us / and all the scars we hid / completely disarmed / what if we could start again? / a dangerous hope / unfurls inside my chest / but it dies just as fast / cuz I know better than that”)

In The Name Of Love - Bebe Rexha & Martin Garrix (“when there’s madness, when there’s poison in your head / when the sadness leaves you broken in your bed / i will hold you in the depths of your despair“)

Don’t You Know - Jaymes Young (“put your lips to my scars and teach me to love”)

#tokyo ghoul #hidekane #hideyoshi nagachika #ken kaneki #tg #tg playlists

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ga-yuu · 3 months

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When Yoshino wants to roleplay!

NSFW content below!

Yoritomo

Yoshino: "Yoritomo-sama! Let's roleplay!"

Yoritomo: "Ah! I've been waiting for this day. I have the perfect cosplay just for this occasion."

Yoshino: "!?!!? That's a japanese school girl uniform!"

Yoritomo: "Yep. Its custom made. I asked Sueharu for this. Go on wear it."

Yoshino: "O-Okay..." *blushing*

*few minutes later*

Yoshino: *blushing* "Yoritomo-sama......the skirt is too short and I can't seem to button up my shirt completely....Wait!? What are you wear?"

Yoritomo: *wear a suit and pushes his glasses* "Well, since you're the school girl, I should definitely be the teacher, right? Now Miss Yoshino. Why didn't you do your homework?"

Yoshino: *blushing* "W-W-What homework? *looks away* "I don't remember..."

Yoritomo: "Ohhh? Didn't I tell you? If you don't do your homework, I'll have to punish you..." *pulls her by the waist and starts kissing her ears*

Yoshino: "Mm...Mm..E-Enough..no more roleplay."

Yoritomo: "Not obeying your teacher, huh? Are you really asking for punishment?"*evil smile*

*makes Yoshino lie on his knees and spanks her*

Yoshino: "Ahh...no...Yoritomo..."

Yoritomo: "Call me sensei." *spanks her again*

Yoshino: *embarrassed* "S-S-Sensei...please..." *looks at him with tears in her eyes*

Yoritomo: *turned on*

Rindoumaru: "Mom, I'm home..."

Yoshino: "NO! DON'T OPEN THE DOOR!!"

Akihito

Yoshino: "Akihito-sama, let's roleplay!"

Akihito: "Oh? That's a kinky request. Sure. How about you be the Queen and I'm your slave?"

Yoshino: *blushing* "W-W-Wait, slave...? Isn't that bit too much!? I can't make Akihito-sama my slave?"

Akihito: "Not just any kind of slave. You be the cruel Queen and I'll be your love slave." *picks her up and places her on the King's throne*

*in front of her Akihito kneels down*

Yoshino: *embarrassed but keeps her composure* "A-Akihito-sa...*ahem* Akihito...do you know why I summoned you here?"

Akihito: *bows* "Yes, your highness. I'm here to satisfy you." *looks at her with evil eyes*

Yoshino: *scared to say anything else* "Ahem...how are you intending...to satisfy me?"

Akihito: "However you want. Your wish *takes her feet and kisses her toe* is my command."

Yoshino: *blushing*

Akihito: "What's wrong, your majesty? Are you not doing well? Do you not like me?"

Yoshino: "T-T-That's not....true."

Akihito: "Then?"

Yoshino: *goes to grab his sleeve, but her hand hits the glass of water and all the water falls over Akihito*

Yoshino: "I'm so so....rry...."

Akihito: "Hm?" *Completely wet and water droplets dripping down his face"

Akihito: "Your majesty?" *evil smile*

Yoshino: *turned on* "Mm...."

Yoshino: *grabs his sleeve* "Slide down the curtains. Come inside with me."

Akihito: "Heh..haha.."

Sueharu

Yoshino: "Sueharu! Do you wanna roleplay?"

Sueharu: "Of course! Since you asked, I have something to give you."

Yoshino: *blushing* "This...this...this is a bunny girl outfit?"

Sueharu: "Yep! Last night, I had a dream of you wearing this and moaning my name."

Yoshino: *blushing* "Where the hell do you even get these!!? And what the hell are you dreaming all the time!?"

Sueharu: "Come on Yoshino. When I'm away on business tours, I feel lonely. So, I have to stay alive with your dreams. Won't you fulfill my dreams?"

Yoshino: *blushing and glares* "Okay fine.......I'll wear it. But only for a little bit okay?"

Sueharu: "Agreed!"

*Few minutes later*

Yoshino: "H-H-H-How do....I look?" *desperately tries to cover her large boobs because it's not staying inside and down there too because of how scandalous it is*

Sueharu: *hearts pounding* "Wow....even better than my dream."

Yoshino: "Okay! Times up! I'm changing."

Sueharu: "No no! We're not done yet. Now stand on all fours."

Yoshino: *blushing* "Hey!!"

Sueharu: "You promised..."

Yoshino: "Ngh" *stands on all four*

Sueharu: *blushing*

Yoshino: *tries to get back at him* "What do you wanna do next? Sueharu-san?" *calls his name cutely*

Sueharu: *his phallus can't stay quietly inside his pants* "Okay! Times up! Come here!"

Ibuki

Yoshino: "Ibuki, do you wanna----?"

Ibuki: "Roleplay? Sure! Let's change our roles. You be me and I'll be you."

Yoshino: "W-What?"

Ibuki: "Yep. Now...." *take off his clothes gives it her."

Yoshino: "W-Why?" *blushing*

Ibuki: "Come on. You know you never have clothes on majority of the time when you're with me. And I know, you like seeing me naked... You can wear mine since you will be playing me"

Yoshino: *gulps and tries hard not to look down*

Ibuki: "Now, aren't you gonna do what I always do?"

Yoshino: *gulps* "O-Okay..." *reaches out for his horns*

Ibuki: *blushing* "Nn...hey. No sneak attack."

Yoshino: "Why? You seem to enjoy it."

Ibuki: "Ngh....Mm..."

Yoshino: *drops kisses all over his horns*

Yoshino: "You were the one who said you want to role play as me. Do you regret it, now?" *climbs on his lap and bites his ear*

Ibuki: "Heh...Mm..you seem to be enjoying roleplaying as me."

Yoshino: "Because Ibuki is always mean. I wanted to get back at you at least for once." *starts tracing his phallus with her knees*

Ibuki: "Nn....Mm...sure. Tonight, I'll let you have your way with me." *lies back on the bed with Yoshino on the top*

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird #ikemen mc #ikegen #ikemen genjiden yoritomo #ikemen genjiden akihito #ikemen genjiden ibuki #ikemen genjiden sueharu

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super-unpredictable98 · 1 year

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Can you do a oneshot of Klaus trying and failing to share his problems regarding the ghosts , training, drugs and everything with his siblings (whoever you think he would go to) ? Asking for the canon verse. I think this is something that might have happened.

Love your writing.

Encounter With Karma (TUA Fanfic)

Word Count: 1,5 k

Warning: Strong language, alcohol, mention of death, gore, and drugs

a/n: Thank you so much <3 I decided to merge this request with another one I got to include Nanno in one of my Klaus fics. Hope you both enjoy it!

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Another horrible day, the end of a week high, and Klaus felt like he just got run over by a truck. He was laying on the sidewalk a few blocks away from his childhood home. Tired, hungry, lonely, and now the voices were starting to get louder again.

"Shut up! Shut up!" he cried, squirming helplessly.

"You don't seem so well," a girl called.

Klaus opened his eyes, a young Asian lady with shoulder-length hair and a school uniform stood looking down at him. She was incredibly beautiful, especially her smile, although there was something wicked about it, her cheery look was a little offputting.

"I feel like shit, thanks," he breathed.

"But I guess one could say you deserve it," she murmured, taking a drink from a bottle of gin she was holding.

"Aren't you a little too young to be drinking?"

"As if you care, when you started drinking you were much younger than me, weren't you?" she crouched. "I'm Nanno, I'm new in town."

"Klaus, I'm old in town," he sat up with a grunt and held his head which seemed to be spinning. The more he looked at that girl, the more uncomfortable he got, something wasn't right about her. "Wait, you're not dead, are you?"

"No, of course not, I'm just like you," she explained.

"What does that mean?"

"You don't know? Wow, you're more pathetic than I imagined."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, do you mean the powers? You have powers?" Klaus mumbled in confusion.

"You can say so…"

"What are you? Superhero?" He scoffed. Sometimes, once in a blue moon, people would recognize him from the Umbrella Academy, maybe that's why she stopped to talk to him. He usually took advantage of it, he could get free stuff or a place to stay, but didn't seem like she had much to offer.

"I'm Nanno," she repeated with a careless shrug while twisting the ends of her thick dark hair with her finger.

For a moment, when Klaus stared up at her, she was wearing the Umbrella uniform, domino mask and all, she even had the same tattoo he carried on his wrist. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes to make sure he was really seeing it but turns out when he looked again, she was back to wearing a normal school uniform.

"You're weirder than my siblings."

"Thank you," she seemed extremely amused by the way he freaked out and her manic laughter was probably one of the most disturbing sounds he had ever heard. "Klaus, only stupid people wallow in self-pity instead of looking for help. I know you're a pathetic junkie and also not the brightest-"

"Hey!" He yelped, offended.

"But quit your whining and look around, you're actually very lucky. If you're not careful you might end up seeing more of me than you would like. I am not stopping and I'm much worse than the little ghosts you're so scared of or your daddy," Nanno grinned before getting back on her feet and dusting her skirt. "Bye bye, Seance."

He watched as she left, wondering what she meant. "You're not my mom!" He shouted defiantly.

Without a word, she turned to look over her shoulder, only this time Nanno's face was completely disfigured. She was covered in blood and bruises, her ethereal beauty was disrupted with cuts and wounds that seemed to be rotting. She looked exactly like one of the spirits Klaus had been trying to get rid of.

"Boo…" she whispered before turning back around to continue on her way.

A chill ran down his spine, somehow he knew those were not empty threats. Why did she wanna help him anyway? She didn't strike him as the type of person who would want to help anyone… not as if he had many ways to be helped.

He put this moment off as long as he could, Klaus hated to ask for help in situations like this, but only thinking about seeing that devilish grin again was enough to make his feet move on their own and take him to the Academy where he knew he would find Luther at least.

It wasn't the first time Klaus found himself standing out those doors, but usually, it was in the middle of the night. He would make his way inside, steal whatever he needed to buy more drugs, and leave without making a sound. This time was different.

"Luther? Lulu?" He called as soon as he entered the living room. "It's me, your most handsome brother!"

"Klaus? What are you doing here?" The Number One made his way down the stairs, still wearing his stupid uniform. He had grown quite a bit, he was massive and tall, although not as massive as he would be in a few years when he received the serum. "Jesus, you smell horrible, what happened to you?"

"The mean schoolgirl said I needed to talk to you, big guy," he slurred.

"Who?"

"Nanno! She was um- she was a schoolgirl and she looked like that character from the book, the book Ben had. The one with the girl who dies and comes back and each piece of her became another girl- Tomie!"

"A mean schoolgirl who looks like this Tomie told you to look for me?" Luther grimaced, almost entirely sure his brother was high and hallucinating.

"Yes! She was scary and she said she's like me. She said I need help or she'd haunt me, and it sounded very convincing! You're the only one I can really ask right now, Lulu."

"Klaus, take a shower, you're in a horrible state and you're not making any sense, come on…"

With a nod, he accepted. It was a start, getting a shower, maybe eating something, even if the coke didn't make his appetite very big.

Luther offered a towel and a change of clothes, Klaus used his old bathroom and realized that when he was submerged in the tub, the voices in his head seemed to calm down even if for a moment.

Once he was done, the two brothers sat across from each other on the couch. For the first time in weeks, Klaus was clean (at least on the outside), no makeup on, and his hair starting to curl again. He still looked like hell, but at least a tidy one.

"So, what's actually going on?" Luther asked.

"I'm not messing around, a schoolgirl did threaten me," he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "But I'm not even sure what's real and what isn't. I keep taking everything I can get my hands on cause I can't deal with myself when I'm sober."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I mean I keep hearing dead people and it's fucking terrifying!" Klaus cried. "I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't sit on the fucking toilet without ghosts haunting me non-stop. The only way I know to shut them up is to get high."

Luther shook his head, he knew his brother was prone to doing that sort of thing. Even as kids, he would break into the liquor cabinets and sneak weed or cigarettes around the house. It wasn't uncommon for him to have burn marks on his shirts, which drove their father insane, but he always blamed it on some villain.

It was one thing to be a mischievous kid who liked to mess around and break rules, it was another thing to destroy his own life because of some ghosts. He had never seen Klaus so thin, his eyes so sunken in, his ribs all showing, it was like he was one of the dead people he kept complaining about. He was clearly miserable even with the drugs, they were a short-term solution to something he would have to deal with his entire life.

"Klaus, did you try rehab?"

"Oh! Now that you mentioned it, what a great fucking idea! You just solved all my problems!" He scoffed. "I've been in and out a few times, I just can't stay clean. I have a collection of those 30-day tokens, everyone knows me around there."

"Well, I don't really know what to say. I think you're strong enough to deal with those spirits without all this shit in your body. They can't hurt you, they're just manifestations of people who aren't even here."

Klaus rolled his eyes, more and more Luther started to sound like their father. Of course he would say that, it wasn't him spending every second of every single day living a nightmare he couldn't escape.

"You make it sound so simple. It's not like that, don't you think I tried to do it the right way? They just don't leave me alone! I can't get a single-" Klaus stopped and shook his head. "Actually, forget about it, I don't know what I was thinking. This is so stupid, you can't help me, no one can."

"No, wait!" Luther called as his brother left the room, despite actually not knowing how to help.

"What?"

"What can I do for you?"

"Do you have twenty bucks?" Klaus asked.

"What for? Food?"

"Yeah… food."

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