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The English Love Deception Pt2

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Jude Bellingham X Reader Ft Trent Alexander Arnold

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: swearing and bullying

you straightened your hair and gave yourself a bit of waves towards the end ofc your natural hair slays but styling your hair gives you a bit of a confidence boost which you’ll be needing a lot of tonight.

You didn’t wanna glam up glam up but you did glam up glam up giving yourself the excuse of that you’re always going to dress up to matter where you’re going or how trivial the matter is *cough* not that one supermarket incident *cough*.

your black dress is short maybe a bit too short for the kinda cold weather these days but you enjoy it when your thighs quiver a bit as it gives you a fake sensation of alertness of your surroundings and that yes I’m alive. (Kinky if you ask me)

However, you’re secretly hoping that the chilly weather wouldn’t be the only reason why your thighs would shiver. ummmmm not that you’re expecting anything tonight .

“get yourself a jacket y/n unless you wanna end up in bed with the flu,”MJ screamed at you from the kitchen while you were making the last touch ups with the straightener, but what she said is right so you went to your closet and look for a jacket that won’t ruin your outfit.

The only jacket you found was a black leather jacket that used to belong to Trent. The jacket had this JB print on the inside which might explain his weird obsession with Justin Bieber’s songs on your road-trips together back in the days. You used to make yourself believe that you can still smell his cologne on it.

You haven’t really moved all your clothes from your grandparents house. You thought that the necessary pieces of clothes will do you well until now cause you’re lazy ass was too lazy and now your left with two options:

A)Wear the jacket and act clueless if Trent notices Because you really don’t wanna die frozen

B)Go without the jacket because you’re heart can’t stand another act of drama and die

Well you clearly don’t wanna die yet and you don’t want the reason of you staying in bed for a week to be a 80nm virus that isn’t not even considered as a living thing (bio classes guys focus in your bio classes)

“Are you guys ready?” You called for them at the door while you were putting on your knee high boots after you found yourself subconsciously touching the tattoo you had on your ankle with Trent’s name. You thought Trent was gonna be a permanent character in your life lover or not but now you’re left looking like an obsessive bitch which you’re seriously not.

“I swear y/n if it turns out that you’re fooling around with Bellingham and you’re lying to us I’ll make steak out of your left thigh and I’ll take this girl with me to burn your house down,” said MJ as she hooks an arm around Bunny’s neck while squinting at you.

“seriously guys? When have I ever lied to you guys about anything? Please don’t burn my house down I can’t go back to my grandparents’ house now after the scene I made” That question made them look at you deeply their eyes calling you a liar.

“Okay okay I know I’ve got history of hiding stuff but no trust me that Jude boy is the last person on earth I would even consider to look at,” you genuinely tell them crossing your arms to look firm and trustworthy usually it works most of the time.

“Okay guys let’s go we’re already late,” bunny says pushing us out of the door and ushering us towards the house next door, only for you to hear some serious barking.

I mean it makes sense why that dog hates your guts I mean his owner didn’t get an hour of discipline so it’s understandable that his dog would carry some of his owner’s traits. All respect to his mum though.

“Oh guys look at himmmm isn’t he the cutest,” bunny said as she went to play with the dog ruffling it’s fur acting all cute with your fucking nemesis.

“I don’t think we’re looking at the same creature. A friend of my enemy is my enemy too beware bunny I got my eyes on you,” you told her as you walk to the door.

“Oh come on he can’t be that bad just because he bit at your pants once doesn’t mean he hates you maybe there’s a misunderstanding or something,” MJ says as she rang the bell.

“I could’ve ended up with no legs girl that dog doesn’t bark only he bites too,” you desperately explained your understandable hatred at the dog

“I’ll get the door guys,” you hear a familiar voice saying from inside before opening the door, “oh it’s you girls”

Trent says as he hugs MJ and Bunny

his eyes linger a bit at your outfit focusing on your jacket you were hoping he’d say something hoping he’d tell you that everything was all just a dream and that he’s still the boy you trusted with your life. All you got was a “ y/n you were so missed,” with a hug that lasted 3 seconds you counted them cause you knew that’s all you’ll ever have from him.

He still felt the same he smelled the same you felt his muscles at you he definitely grew buffer good for him but it wasn’t good for your heart.

“the party is at the backyard let’s go I’ll leave you guys to mingle have fun ladies,” Trent says as he directs you guys to the backyard and left.

You felt sudden relief when he left and wow this Bellingham must be filthy rich cause look at all these doors and chandeliers. Everything was super clean and shiny the things you would do to actually own a house like this. The backyard was packed with people good looking people you may add.

Everyone had a radiating aura of confidence that you hoped was contiguous cause you really need to be infected with that.

“Now where are those hot football players don’t get me wrong the women are fine but we need to focus on our goals,” said MJ coach who was holding a cup of god knows what.

“I can’t seem to find Jude I mean it’s his house he should be here right?” Said bunny looking around for him. Oh god how I wish he just simply vanishes every time I remember how close he was to me, telling me to blatantly compliment him after he insulted me boils my blood.

What you didn’t know was the sight of Trent smiling and talk to his friends made your blood boil even more.

“I need to go to the bathroom so you guys can go have fun and I’ll come back quickly,” you told them, “just don’t have too much fun.”

You said winking at them before entering the house looking for someone to ask where the bathroom is. If you wanted to enjoy this party you need to calm down so you thought maybe collecting your nerves away from people would help a bit.

You heard a voice up the stairs so you went towards the voice hoping they’d direct you to were the toilet is, but you immediately stopped when you saw two people talking to each other quietly with the man pressing a lady to the wall.

You can’t make out their faces as the tall man’s back was towards you and he was covering the lady’s petite figure.

You must walk away as this is an infringement of privacy but you stopped moving when you heard her say

“Jude, this needs to stop,”

“stop? I haven’t even done anything Hannah this is fucking crazy and you should at least show a bit of empathy.”

“Whatever we had had ended a while ago you were just too proud to understand that I’ve dumped you for another I-“

The man who turns out to be Jude forcefully slams his hand next to the girls head causing both me and her to jump a bit. This man got some serious issues somebody needs to tell him that whatever he is doing is considered assault .

“You out of all people have zero right to talk about my feelings whatsoever. My friend whom I consider a brother fucking sent me an invitation to your fucking wedding and you expect me to just be so fucking happy about it?”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking to me Jude ,”

“I don’t give two shits if you like it or not. Is that how you return all my favours you go and date my best friend out of all people oh god not only date you’re fucking engaged to the man.”

“It’s not my fault you chose your career above your woman I guess it’s also my turn to choose too.”

“That’s messed up,” he whispers to himself, “can you hear how fucking messed up you sound now, Hannah? I didn’t find out about your wedding from you. Trent fucking sent me the invitation and I had to act all happy for my brother because I can’t tell him he’s getting married to a fucking snake who thinks of nothing but herself.”

“You left for Dortmund, Jude. Why is it when you do it it’s fine but when I do it it’s not?”

“We did talk about it dammit you even told me you supported my choice and said how it would make me an even better player. The moment I leave you go and jump my friend how is that fine in that fucking brain of yours?”

“I won’t allow you to speak of me in that manner, jude. There is nothing to be done anymore and I sincerely wished you’d be happy for me the way I was happy for you when you left to get closer to your dream.”

“The likes of you are a disgrace to the female population. No words can describe my anger towards you fr.”

“I heard from Trent that you got yourself a little girlfriend though I wish you both well oh and do bring her next week to the wedding,” Hannah said pushing Jude away walking towards the stairs. I hurry and I hide behind the staircase and wait for her to leave. This girl be causing a lot of problems everywhere she goes. Not my problem though everyone who associates himself with her can suit himself because he probably deserve it.

You don’t condone cheating though if that was the case.

I was dreading my meeting with Trent I guess it’s Hannah I should be scared of.

I go for the stairs and only to bump into something.

“Excuse me sir,” you automatically said

“I guess I’m not a ma’am anymore?” Jude said in a tone I can’t describe.

“Do I know you?” You act cluelessly if there is something you aren’t you aren’t either delusional nor a good actor.

You can sense how annoyed he got when you claimed that you didn’t know him. Ha, I’ll step on that ego of yours, mf.

“There are more snacks in the kitchen guys come help me get them,” a voice came from downstairs. You suddenly felt a warm firm arm circling your waist and pushed you towards the hallway upstairs away from the voices below.

“You seriously do have something for pushing people around,”

“ oh so dora the explorer actually remembers who I am”

“yes and as I recall I remember you saying I look like a gorilla looking desk”

“monkey not gorilla”

“Same thing” you rolled your eyes at how immature this convo sounds now.

“no definitely not the same thing and if I can say, I’d say you make a fine monkey looking desk now.”

“Well no doubt girls don’t last long with you if that’s your way of flirting with them.”

“you have contacts on right? I liked you better when you couldn’t see. ”

“I see you haven’t replied to my comment that means I’m actually right. Well I’m always right but you just proved that I am.” You covered yourself with your jacket as it started getting chilly.

Jude noticed your movement and deeply inspected the jacket.

“This jacket looks extremely familiar. God i have the same exact one and I can’t seem to find it.”

“I don’t know but this jacket is mine I borrowed it from a friend of mine and somehow it’s still with me so that means it’s now my-“ you didn’t even get to finish your sentence before Jude got closer to you and slid the jacket off your left shoulder. He then got even more closer to your neck to look at the inside of the jacket.

His hot breath hit your neck you can’t help but gasp at the sensation. You hoped he would mistake your reaction as a gasp to him removing your jacket not you acting stupid cause he exchanged some oxygen and CO2 beside your neck.

“now will you be a good girl and tell me what is my jacket doing in your possession?”

“I told you it’s not your jacket it’s mine I came from my house with it on.”

“Well care to explain why does your jacket have my initials? Are you perhaps a stalker?” He said emphasizing ’your’. He looked you in the eyes questioning you as if the deeper he looks the more answers he would find. Surprisingly he wasn’t angry nor annoyed he was genuinely intrigued.

“JB could stand for Justin Bieber Jonas Brothers Jacob Black (team Edward for life though) the list goes on. You don’t have any evidence that it is yours and I don’t know who you are.” You lied you don’t want to look dumb if you told him you knew he was the first teen football player who scored in the World Cup he’d 100% be sure that you’re a stalker which you’re obviously not. Apparently you took the jacket from Trent who took Jude’s jacket but you’ll keep that to yourself for now.

“Even though you’re extremely suspicious and now accused of theft, stalking and eavesdropping may I add, I’ll let you keep the jacket but I want something in return,” he said before he leaned very closely to your ear you swore you felt his luscious lips tickling your earlobe. He knew you were eavesdropping I mean it was kinda obvious. he then whispered his deal that made you shout instinctively

“YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR WHAT?”

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junosartsthetic · 2 years

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hi! may i request headcanons for polnareff, hol horse, caesar, mista and gyro reacting to their s/o flirting with them while they're both fighting against some random enemy please?

This is kind of all over the place but I was kind of struggling with this prompt, even though it's super cute and can definitely make for some fantastic headcanons. Anyway, sorry this took a while.

Also the French in Jean's part has summaries in English in parenthesis. Sorry, I can't help myself when I write about my French husband.

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Bless his heart he really does try to stay calm when you start your usual antics during a fight with a user you two encountered alone

But it is very hard to focus on the task at hand with your constant teasing

“Tu viens souvent ici, mon amour?” (come here often?)

“Mon ange, je t’aime, mais ce n’est pas le temps!” (i love you but now is not the time)

You laughed

“il est toujours temps de te faire rougir!” (there's always time to make you flustered)

Your current enemy didn’t seem to enjoy your little back and forth, planting a punch on your stomach that knocked the wind out of you and sent you flying

Polnareff panicked, shouting your name as he countered the attacks of your foe

“Je vais bien!” you called, wiping the blood now dribbling from your lip (i'm good)

Did you have a slight issue of getting off track and constantly flirting with your husband when you should be paying attention to the battle at hand?

Yes

But you couldn’t help yourself

You loved him dearly and always wanted him to know that he was on your mind

Because what if one day

That’s the last thing he hears?

Hol Horse

Hol Horse is usually to focused in on the moment to do anything else but fight, but he can’t help himself during the end of one battle

His hat had flown off of him, and you managed to snag it, placing it on your head for the rest of the fight

By the time everything was over, you were still wearing it, checking over your husband for any injuries

“Are you good, hon? You got hit pretty hard,” you asked worriedly

“Oh I’m fine, sweetheart. I can’t help but notice yer wearin’ my hat.”

“Oh yeah”

You took it off, placing it on his head

“I just didn’t want it to get destroyed during the battle, I didn’t have time to give it back to you”

“Oh I’m not mad, darlin’. I just hope you know what this means for tonight.”

You placed a peck on his cheek

“Sweetie, you’ve used the same tactic more times than I can count. I know what it means.”

Caesar Zeppeli

When you and Ceasar start to whisper sweet nothings to each other, it’s not a problem for anybody else

Except Joseph

Because he just has to butt in to every conversation Caesar has

“Can you two get a room! I’m trying to save the world here while you’re off smacking each other’s asses!”

You roll your eyes

“That was one time—”

The feeling of a slap on your ass makes you hit Caesar in the arm

“Two times. But still, talk during battle is only a sign of weakness if you’re too dumb to do two things at once!”

“(Y/N)! Are you calling me dumb?”

“If the shoe fits, JoJo!”

“Caesar, butt out of this!”

Somehow, the only people you end up fighting at the end of the day are each other.

No surprise there

Guido Mista

Please do not ever flirt with Mista during a fight

He has a one track mind

I repeat

Do not

He will end up shooting himself

Somehow

All the time

Every time

Please save the dirty-talk for afterwards

God bless him

Gyro Zeppeli

(I have completely forgotten his character imma be completely honest so if this is ooc i apologize it’s been a while since i’ve read part 7)

There is really only one thing on his mind the entirety of the race

Winning

And while he would do anything for you

He will get pretty heated if something you say distracts him enough to put him at a disadvantage

He loves hearing your voice at night, and would do anything to keep you in his arms forever

But he’s also pretty hard-headed about his priorities at the moment

And during most of the day, that’s not you

While that can seem rude, he can only imagine how happy the two of you will be if he wins and gets everything that comes with it.

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jasontoddsmommyissues · 7 months

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Daisies

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Femme!Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie comes to school acting strangely and you’re determined to figure out why

Warnings: Mentions of parent death and mourning, allusions to suicide and abuse, Eddie's guilt/insecurity, swearing, reader uses she/her pronouns, Reader is Dustin’s sister but no physical descriptions are used and you can read it as an adopted sibling if you want

A/N: I’ve had this idea forever and finally finished it! But yeah, please do mind the warnings, there’s some heavy stuff in here.

My Master List | Ao3

You hum to yourself as you gather the necessary supplies from your locker. It’s a cold, gray day in late fall and a chill hangs heavy in the air. Normally this would bother you more, but you’re currently swathed in an oversized flannel Eddie had left at your place the other day.

Admittedly, you and Eddie haven’t been together all that long, but in that time, you’ve grown extremely close. The two of you just fit together in a way you never have with someone before. Most people in Hawkins don’t really get Eddie, but you like to think you understand him in a way that a lot of people can’t, or maybe just won't take the time to.

That’s how you know, when he comes trudging into English class several minutes late, that something’s up. Eddie being late to class isn’t exactly out of character on its own, but him blowing you off is. You like to think you’ve been a good influence on him, his tendency to cut class has certainly lessened with you around. You almost always walk to your shared English class together, usually with Eddie practically hanging off of you, so him not showing up without telling you is odd.

“Mr. Munson, you’re late”, Mrs. O’Donnell says, affixing him with a stern glare.

“Sorry”, he mutters, making his way to his desk. That’s strange too. He’s usually got a clever remark lined up for these situations.

You look over at him as he plops down at his usual spot beside you. He doesn’t say anything to you, probably because Mrs. O’Donnell has started back in on her lecture, although he normally wouldn’t let that stop him.

Your immediate thought is that maybe you’d upset him somehow, even if you can’t imagine what you possibly could’ve done. The last interaction you’d had with him had been perfectly normal, and even if it hadn’t, he usually was the type to speak his mind, especially to you.

Maybe you’re over thinking things. Maybe he was just running late. He’s never exactly been known for being organized or having good time management skills.

You try to tell yourself that, but as the class period wears on, you get more concerned. Normally Eddie spends class making faces at you and muttering snarky comments about Mrs. O’Donnell’s lecture under his breath. He’s quiet today, doesn’t look over at you, just stares ahead, though you can tell from the distant look in his eye, he isn’t paying attention to what Mrs. O’Donnell is saying either.

Your worrying makes class seem to go on longer than usual. It feels like a miracle when the bell finally rings.

“Hey”, you say to Eddie as he gathers up his stuff, “I missed you earlier.”

“Hm?” he says, “oh yeah, sorry. I was running late this morning.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah of course, why?”

“I don’t know, you seem kind of…off today.”

“I’m fine”, he insists.

You don’t really believe him, but it doesn’t seem like he’s planning on talking to you about it, so there isn’t anything else you can do. He’s still quiet when he walks you to your locker. You get your books and lean in to give the customary kiss on the lips you always share. Usually Eddie would respond enthusiastically, but he just kind of stands there this time.

You don’t see Eddie again until lunch, and that ends up being more of the same. The rest of the table is engaged in a lively discussion that Eddie only occasionally adds to. You try to get him engaged in the conversation, but every question or comment you shoot him is met with a limited response.

None of the others seem to notice, or if they do they don’t mention it, but then again you suppose a gaggle of teenage boys can’t be expected to have an outpouring of emotional awareness. You notice, though, and it's highly concerning. Whether Eddie’s mood is somehow related to your relationship or if it’s something else causing it, it’s clear he’s going through something right now. All you really want to do is find some way to help him, but without knowing what’s going on, you’re not sure how to do it.

It’s not a surprise when Eddie doesn’t appear at your locker at the end of the day to walk you to your car. Truthfully, you’re a little hurt by it, but try to remind yourself it might not be because of anything you did.

You don’t see Eddie, but you do see Jeff and Gareth walking by, and decide they’re probably your best bet at figuring out what’s going on with your boyfriend. Maybe he mentioned something to one of them.

“Hey”, you call, walking over to them.

“Oh hey”, Jeff greets.

“Do you guys know if something’s going on with Eddie?” you ask, “he was acting really weird today.”

“Oh yeah, I’m not surprised”, Jeff tells you, “he sometimes gets like that this time of year.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t know?” Gareth asks.

“Know what?”

“He probably wouldn’t want us telling you this”, Jeff explains, “but this is right around the time his mom died.”

“Oh”, you say.

Logically, you know that Eddie’s mom isn’t in his life. He’s made an off hand mention or two of his dad being in prison, but you can’t recall him ever bringing his mom up. It’s really not something you’ve ever thought about before, but it does make sense.

“Yeah. He was a little kid when it happened but sometimes, when it gets close to the anniversary, he gets a little weird”, Jeff informs you, “Don’t worry, he’ll be back to normal in a day or two.”

You give him a little nod before walking off. Dustin is already waiting for you in your car when you get there. As you start the ignition, your mind races with thoughts of Eddie.

Jeff and Gareth didn’t seem all that concerned, but you’re not so sure. You honestly feel a little bad for thinking Eddie’s behavior was somehow about you. Maybe this is normal for him, and maybe it is only temporary, but it’s still extremely jarring to see your normally energetic boyfriend behaving so strangely.

By the time you’re pulling into your driveway, you’ve come to a decision. Dustin climbs out of the passenger seat, but you don’t follow his lead.

“Aren’t you coming?” he asks.

“You go ahead”, you tell him, “I’m gonna go to Eddie’s. Be back later.”

He gives you a confused look, but ultimately just shrugs and heads inside while you pull back out and head off towards Forest Hills Trailer Park.

Thankfully, Eddie’s van is parked in front of the trailer when you get there. You knock on the door and wait patiently for him to answer.

He does, after a moment, looking surprised.

“Uh, hey”, he says, “what are you doing here?”

“Well”, you explain, “you seemed so off today at school. I wanted to come and make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine”, he insists once again, “you don’t need to check up on me.”

“Eddie”, you admit, “I know about your mom.”

He deflates slightly. You almost expect him to get angry that you learned this detail behind his back, but instead he just sighs and steps to the side, gesturing for you to come inside.

“I feel bad”, you say as he leads you to his room, “I know you probably would’ve told me if you wanted to talk about it. I just, I was worried because you were acting so weird and I asked Jeff and Gareth so they told me.”

“It’s fine”, he says, motioning for you to sit down on his bed, “I didn’t mean to worry you. I was just distracted today.”

“You don't have to apologize”, you say, hopping onto the bed while he walks over to his desk and starts rooting around for something.

“No. It’s stupid”, he says, “I mean, I was 7 when it happened. It shouldn’t, you know, affect me so much.”

“You lost a parent”, you reply, “I think you can be forgiven for still being upset about that.”

Eddie just shrugs, like he doesn’t quite believe you. He walks over and sits down beside you, handing you what you realize is a worn old photo of a young woman.

“Is this her?” you ask, but the answer is obvious. Her soft, plush lips and big brown eyes? They’re just like Eddie’s.

Eddie nods.

“She’s beautiful”, you tell him.

“Yeah”, Eddie says wistfully, “I always kind of wondered what she was doing with my old man. I mean, I know why. ‘Cause of me. But I just…she was young and beautiful and she could’ve had anyone. Why’d she pick him?”

You gently rub his shoulder. You don’t have an answer for that.

“Anyway”, he continues, “she um, she took a bunch of pills one day. I came home from school and she was…she was gone. I mean, I don’t really blame her or anything. Things were rough. Her and dad fought a lot. He was a drinker and he’d always be out all night doing who knows what. He had problems keeping a steady job, so we had a lot of money trouble too. I guess it was all too much for her.”

“Oh my god”, you say, “that’s awful.”

“I used to be kind of mad at her, you know”, he sighs, “I know she had issues and stuff, but I just…I hated that she left me alone with him. My dad I mean.”

“I’m really sorry you had to go through that”, you tell him softly.

“I’m not mad anymore”, he assures you, “I just miss her now.”

You run a hand softly across his back. You’ve never seen Eddie like this before. It’s honestly a little overwhelming, because you know this isn’t something he’d tell just anyone. He’s putting an insane amount of trust in you right now, and you wish you could do more to help him.

“Do you ever go see her?” you ask after a moment, “I mean, is she buried in town?”

“Yeah”, he answers, “but I don’t…I haven’t been in a long time.”

“Do you want to?” you say, “I mean, you don’t have to or anything. But I’ll go with you if you do.”

He thinks about it for a moment, and you worry you might have overstepped your boundaries, but then he lets out a sigh.

“I guess we can, yeah.”

You buy a nice bouquet of daisies on your way to the cemetery. Eddie clearly doesn’t know anything about flowers, but he does recall his mom having daisies in her garden and liking them a lot.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he hasn’t been in a while, or so you assume because it takes a little bit of effort for him to locate her grave.

The grave itself is well kept, but bare. You take a second to read over the inscription on the headstone.

Pamela Eileen Munson

January 11th, 1947-November 15th, 1973

Beloved Wife, Mother and Daughter

Eddie, for his part, just stands there, clutching the bouquet awkwardly. You start to feel a little bit of guilt creeping in, then. Did you make a mistake by convincing Eddie to come here? You know some people find comfort in visiting the graves of their loved ones, but maybe he doesn’t.

“Um…hey mom”, he finally starts, “I uh, I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while. I’ve been…busy I guess. My band is still going. We play at the Hideout every week. We don’t get much of an audience, but hey, it’s a start.”

You grab a hold of Eddie’s hand and give it a gentle, encouraging squeeze.

“Oh, and Hellfire Club”, he continues, starting to sound a little more enthusiastic now, “I’m still running that, too. I still, um, still haven’t graduated yet but I’m working on it. Let’s see, what else?”

He looks over at you and a small but genuine grin starts to creep over his features.

“I have a girlfriend now”, he says, but his eyes are still on you, not the grave, “she’s…she’s amazing, Mom. She’s beautiful and smart and puts up with all my bullshit.”

His arm wraps around your shoulder and he pulls you in close, pressing a small kiss to your temple.

“You’d like her a lot”, he says, addressing his mom once again, “in fact, it was her idea to come visit you. I wish you could meet her.”

As quickly as his smile comes, it’s fading again, and you think you can see tears starting to gather on his lashes.

“I miss you, Mom”, he says softly, “I love you.”

The two of you stand there for a little while longer, your head on Eddie’s shoulder and your hand gently rubbing his back. Eventually he turns to you.

“I think I’m ready to go”, he says.

“Alright”, you reply, “how about we grab some dinner? I’ll buy.”

“You don’t have to do that”, Eddie replies.

“No, but I want to," you insist.

A hopeful warmth blooms in your chest when you see Eddie’s grin return, timid but definitely there.

“She loved music”, Eddie recounts as the two of you chat over burgers and milkshakes, “she played piano and she was always listening to her records.”

You smile softly.

“And she loved gardening too”, Eddie continues, “she was always in the yard. She used to have all these bird feeders and she’d just watch them from the kitchen window.”

“She sounds amazing”, you reply.

“She was”, Eddie tells you, “I always feel kind of bad, you know? I mean, she gave up everything to take care of me and I repaid her by being a fuck up.”

“You’re not a fuck up”, you assure him.

“I mean, I’m a third time senior who deals drugs to high schoolers”, Eddie counters, “I know there’s not a lot to be proud of here.”

“Of course there is”, you tell him, “I mean, you’re an amazing guitarist, and you’re super creative. Plus, it’s really sweet how you look out for Dustin and the others. Surely your mom would be proud of that.”

“I guess”, Eddie replies.

You reach across the table, taking Eddie’s hand in your own and gently rubbing a thumb over it.

“She would be”, you insist, “you’re an amazing person, Eddie.”

“Maybe”, Eddie sighs, “I just…I can’t help feeling guilty, you know? Her marriage was Hell. My dad was a fucking drunk and half the time didn’t even come home at night. Probably sleeping with other women. And when he was home, he was always angry about something. I saw him hit her a few times.”

“That’s awful”, you say.

“He-he used to say it was my fault. That if it weren’t for me, she’d still be here…”

There’s tears starting to well in his eyes. You squeeze his hand, your heart stinging at the pain in his voice.

“It’s not your fault”, you tell him, “you were just a kid. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure she wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“She wouldn’t have married him if it weren’t for me”, Eddie mutters, “she wouldn’t have been miserable if it weren’t for me.”

“Eddie”, you insist softly, “don’t put that on yourself. It’s not your fault things happened the way they did.”

Eddie doesn’t argue, but you can tell by the look on his face that he doesn’t believe you. To most people, Eddie is the very picture of confidence and bravado. Few people get close enough to see beneath all of that. In the time you’ve gotten to know him, though, you’ve come to understand that Eddie has constructed that persona for himself, a carefully crafted suit of armor he wears to protect himself from the world. The words he’s heard from both his peers and his father, they’ve chipped away at him, deep down. Much as he plays it off as him not caring, there’s a part of him deep down that does. You understand now, why certain things bother Eddie so much. Being told he was somehow to blame for his mother’s death, that had to be painful, that had to leave some lasting marks.

You’re struck in that moment with how profoundly intimate it all is. You know it couldn’t have been easy for Eddie to open up this much to you and you know it means a lot.

“I um, I’m ready to go now”, Eddie says and you agree, standing up to deposit your food in the trash can.

“So, um, thanks for all that”, Eddie says as you walk back to your car.

“Don’t mention it”, you say while the two of you climb in, “and Eddie, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? I won’t ever judge you or anything, I promise.”

“I know”, Eddie says and there’s the faintest glimmer of a tear in his eye and you lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

“Want me to wait around until Wayne gets home?” you ask Eddie.

“You don’t have to”, Eddie says, “he’s working a double so…”

“Are you sure?” you offer, “I could always call my mom up and tell her Vickie’s cat got put down and she needs emotional support.”

A smile breaks out on Eddie’s face at your proposal.

“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble?” he asks.

“Nah”, you say, “I really am helping a friend in need. I’ve got some emergency underwear stashed in my car, so maybe I can just borrow something of yours to sleep in.”

“Yeah”, Eddie agrees,”that sounds good.”

Wayne gets home from his shift in the early hours of the morning. As he walks inside, he’s greeted by the sight of you and Eddie, passed out on the couch, while some movie plays on the tv. He shakes his head, letting out a fond chuckle before preparing for bed himself.

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sethisgay · 1 year

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Can you do one with Eminem where you guys meet at a party and they end up kissing also can it take place in the 90s?

Eminem x male reader

Smut!!

A/n: wrote this when i was drunk, this is a mess sorry!

Note: now two things! One English is not my first language, so keep that in mind!! Two I know I will guarantee get hate for this, if you are triggered by mlm please leave so I don’t need to deal with the mental stress I’ll get from it!!! I know his name is Marshall but I’m to lazy so he’ll be referred to as em. They’re 21! I know this doesn’t make chronic sense but idc.

For: anon and @starzox

Warnings: Eminem’s first gay kiss. Takes place in the 90’s. Mentions of homophobia. Smut. Oral (r!receiving) No kinks.

Summary: in request ~

Requestlist - Masterlist

Read at own risk - I can’t cut lol

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A new feeling

Eminem’s pov:

I had know for a while that I that i had accepted that i was gay, it really had taken a toll on my life. My sexuality was something I’ve always struggled with, but I guess my mom always had known and always told me to never confess my love unless I asked for permission. Back then that felt normal, but now I think back at that time and laugh at my self for thinking it was normal.

My best friend and crush had invited me to his birthday party, per usual. He came out to me when we were 15, back then most ‘friends’ of his bullied him for it. Not me though. Friends stay loyal to each other, can trust each other. They don’t go behind their back’s, gossip about each other.

The party was on a Friday. When I got the invite I hadn’t had Thursday I had, everything that could go wrong went wrong. I slept through my alarm clock, so I woke up at 2 P/m. I missed the bus two times. And I stepped in dog shit

Y/n pov:

The first person to arrive at my party was Em, my best friend and biggest crush. After awhile the party started. Everyone was having fun, Em seemed to be having fun and I was having fun.

At one moment i felt that i had a boner, it wasn’t caused by anything. It was that type of boner. I looked around and saw Em look down at then away with mouth open. It was a non-noticeable-very-noticeable boner. Also i had a 11 inch cock.

I obviously was confused but also excited, so I signed at him to follow me, it was really busy so nobody noticed anyway. Before the party I had told everyone to stay down stairs, luckily everyone listened because when we reached upstairs it was empty.

“So, I saw you checking me out.” I said with a surprise tone to Em.

“I know and I’m sorry I should’ve told you, but I’ve had this crush on you.” He frantically said trying not to panic.

“Hey, chill. The feeling is mutual, we could take this to my room i you get what i mean.” I open the door and we walked in. I locked the door behind us. He took off all his clothes only leaving on his underwear. So I did the same. He also had a boner, looked to be around 7 inches.

I pushed him on the bed and started to make out with him. He caved in and moaned, he was surprised but continued.

“Fuck i need you so bad.” He moaned. He took off his underwear wear.

I took a moment to look at his rock hard cock. God was it beautiful.

“Can I?” I ask for concent.

“Of course birthday boy, consider it your birthday present.” He smirked while I didn’t take a second to wrap my hand around his acing cock. I jerked it off for a few minutes, hearing Em moan, groan and moan out daddy a few times.

I stopped my movements at the right time and sat next to him,I didn’t even need to say anything and Em was on his knees in front of me taking my boxers off. He looked with a drooling mouth at my acing cock, he grabbed it with one hand. He took a deep breath, he was visibly nervous.

He started licking it, with very small licks. I groaned, saying fuck under my breath. He heard that and took it as a sign and started teasing my head, until finally sucking it. “Fuck, just like that baby.” I moaned, grabbing his head and taking over control.

Moments later I heard him moaning through the bobbing sounds. I started to get more rough with my movements, looking down on him getting red. I also saw him jerking himself off.

“Nrrrghh” I hear him as he cums, making a mess on the floor. “Fuckkk I’mmm coming!” I shout as ropes of my cum shoot down his throat, painting them white.

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End.

#eminem #eminem x reader #eminem x male reader #eminem smut #x male top reader #x male smut #x male oc #gay pride #gay #gay bulge #lgbt history #lgbtq #lgbtqia #fiction #smut #mlm #m4m #the mandolorian season 2

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dejwrld · 4 days

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⤷‧₊˚ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 / it's finally the day of the date naoya zenin earned with y/n, what could possibly go wrong?

ʚ₊˚‧ ✿ ꒱ masterlist / previous chapter

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊ warning readers discretion is advised — female reader, black reader (with descriptors), socialite au, rich au, profanity, mentions of making out, naoya x fem!oc, brief mentions of manga creator!choso x reader, mentions of other jujutsu kaisen characters, classism undertones, ceo/business mogul!naoya, player!naoya, teacher!reader, mentions of violence, mdni

Naoya Zenin never went out of his way to make sure a date went well. He usually settled with taking a lot of women he entangled with to the same five-star restaurant. He was pretty sure that the hosts were tired of seeing his face every other week with a different woman on his arm. With Y/N, he had to be different. She deserved something different. Something more elegant. Something much more romantic. He wasn’t the best at planning dates, especially for a woman he seemed to be genuinely in. After all, he read a book to children for her. Was he whipped that much that he was going out of his way for this one woman who he wasn’t even sure if she felt the same way?

His overthinking thoughts began to think about what Seon told him. What if she’s just like everyone else, just after your money? She was just an English teacher after all. She could gain much more from dating him than he would gain from dating her. But Naoya was positive that she wouldn’t have accepted the date or even entertained him if she wasn’t interested in getting to know him. Especially since they have been texting each other a lot lately. He found himself feeling calm when she would rant about dealing with a lousy parent. It just felt different from hearing Fei rant about not getting the Christian Dior bag she wanted. Maybe that's why Naoya was so interested in Y/N. He was surrounded by luxury his whole life perhaps he just was getting bored of lusting for partners of the same social status.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he couldn’t even hear the person who had perfectly planned out this date from start to finish on the speaker of his phone. Yuki Tsukumo was one of Japan’s best matchmakers. From hooking up princes with beautiful women to even creating romantic dates for couples to be. If you need your love life spiced up, contact her.

“Everything should go perfectly, Naoya. A romantic rooftop dinner in one of Japan’s finest restaurants, you don’t have to worry about anything other than your lousy mouth.” Yuki said.

Naoya was adjusting one of his custom cuff links. It was engraved with a Z. A gift from his father that many Zenin men owned. “Lousy mouth?” He questioned in confusion.

“What you say out your mouth is such a turn-off. I hate to indulge in gossip pages, but a lot of women have been saying this about you.” Yuki said. “So please, don’t mess this up. I would hate for a perfect date that I have organized to go to shit.”

“I won’t. I think I actually like this one,” Naoya cheekily admitted.

He heard Yuki’s aggregated sigh. “Of course you do, but it’s almost time. Are you picking your date up? Are you driving your own car? Using your driver?”

“I got a new car, so I’ll be driving just to break my new baby in.” Naoya chuckles to himself as he combed through his hair one last time. “I’m about to head out though, so I’ll keep you updated.”

He shared his farewells with Yuki and ended the call. He quickly texted Y/N stating that he was on his way, but his heart quickened seeing her send the panicking emoji. Was she about to cancel on him?

MSSG TO NAOYA FROM Y/N

I can’t decide which earrings to wear. Should I do the dangle ones or keep it simple with the studs?

Naoya glanced down at two pictures she had attached showing off herself with one earring in each one of her ears. His cheeks felt like they were burning and even if he didn’t look in a mirror, he knew he was blushing. She looked so breathtaking without trying. A simple thing like sending a selfie had Naoya’s heart thump in his chest so heavily that if he concentrated hard enough, he could hear his heart beating. While waltzing into his living room to grab his car keys, he quickly texted back.

MSSG TO Y/N FROM NAOYA

Considering your hairstyle, I say go with the studs. I’m heading out of my place now to pick you up, by the way

As he closed his penthouse door with everything he needed, he walked down the hall anticipating a text. She quickly responds to his message.

MSSG TO NAOYA FROM Y/N

Okay, I’m almost done getting ready. Just need to do one more touch-up on my makeup then I’m all yours Prince Charming 😉

Naoya stepped into the elevator while reading his text. “Fuck. She drives me crazy.” He mumbled to himself while adding a heart reaction to the message and shoving his phone in his perfectly pressed slacks.

It was true. The woman had a spell on him he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He thought about her throughout his day. He thought about cherishing her. He thought about loving her. Obviously, he thought about fucking—actually scratch that. He wanted to make love to her. He knew she deserved more than him putting his pleasures before hers.

He stepped out of the elevator and into the garage of his complex. With him owning the most expensive penthouse in the building, he was given about three parking spots—but with his huge car appetite, Naoya wasn’t afraid to wiggle out more spots for his cars. He remembered Toji telling him that if he just got a house built, he wouldn’t have to worry about that. Naoya always has to remind his cousin that he was still a bachelor with no kids, while Toji had one kid and a wife. Why would he get a house where it’s only him occupying it?

He stopped in front of his jet-black Audi R8. An impulse buy, he brought moments after scoring a date with Y/N. Her agreeing to it made him so excited he went out and brought a brand new car. He had put Y/N’s address into the GPS and started to drive. He was driving in complete silence wondering if he should stop by to pick up some flowers, but he remembered Yuki said that he couldn’t miss the reservation. He could just get flowers sent to her house tomorrow.

When he arrived at her place, he parked the car and glanced around his surroundings. It wasn’t anything like his apartment complex. He got out of the car, being sure to lock his car, and once again he was glancing at the place. It was a building, similar to a complex. It had some apartments that probably were the size of Naoya’s closet at the bottom and then some at the top where residents had to walk up some stairs to get to the top level of the apartments. He leaned against his car texting Y/N that he was outside. He watched as the message bubbles appeared but soon disappeared. His eyes watched as one of the residents stepped outside their home just when Y/N was stepping out of hers.

“Mom! Look it’s Ms. L/N!” The little kid with the mom said in excitement.

“Shin, please lower your voice. You don’t want to wake up our neighbors.” The mother responded as she looked at him.

As if the little kid's voice did wake up the neighbors, another set of heads poked out of their apartment complex. “Woah, Y/N! You look gorgeous!“ A pink-haired young man said.

“Thanks, Yuji, how’s that math class treating you?” Y/N asked.

“Uhhh—“ Yuji’s words were interrupted by his older black-haired brother.

“He hasn’t been studying as you told him to do.” The male said.

The mother who was on her way to separate her trash to put in the residency bins would eye Naoya who was viewing what was unfolding in front of him. For some reason, he only paid attention to the one dark-haired male. He displayed the same flirtatious demeanor Naoya would display, but he was much more toned down. Naoya didn’t even think Y/N was catching up on the subtle flirting the guy was doing.

“I have to go you guys, I have someone waiting for me. Yuji, don’t forget to study. Choso, make sure you submit your manga to your editor.” She would wave at them as she made her way down the stairs.

“Please return her home safely!” The mom yelled at Naoya.

“I will.” Naoya respectfully bowed his head to the woman before his eyes were traveling to the woman he was thinking about.

Her hair was pulled up in a top knot bun with some curls in the front. The fusion pink thin strapped dress she wore hugged her body so perfectly that Naoya could see every dip and curve in her body. The dress felt so scandalous yet classy at the same time. She accessorized with the diamond stud earrings she showed him earlier, a gorgeous necklace, and a mini purse that Naoya was sure only fit her house keys and a lip gloss. When she grew closer to him, Naoya then was familiarized with the sweet scent of her Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet perfume. He could fall in love with her from the way she carried herself right now if Naoya could.

He had a foolish grin on his face as he looked her up and down. “You look—uh.” He was searching for his own words. He was completely taken back by her beauty.

“Fuck. You look so beautiful.” He said out loud.

She giggled at his comment. “Thank you, you look pretty charming yourself.” She smiles.

“Thank you, should we get going?” He asked as he opened the passenger side of the door.

“Yes, I would love to see what Naoya Zenin has planned for me.” She says as she climbed into the car gracefully.

Naoya has had many women in the passenger seat of his sports cars, but no one looked as beautiful as Y/N. His eyes found them constantly glancing over at her as she was watching the buildings go by with how fast Naoya was going. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing tonight?” She asked as she looked at him.

“I have a dinner planned for us, just so we can get to know each other more,” Naoya explained as his fingers tapped at the steering wheel.

“Hmm, interesting. What more to know about me? I’m an English teacher and before I got ready for this date, I was trying to scrub a magic marker off my favorite sweater.” She carelessly shrugged her shoulders.

“I think there’s so much more to you than you want me to know,” Naoya said as he made a turn onto another road. “I’ll be patient enough for you to open up to me.” He answered truthfully.

“I just want to know why. Why me? You can have any woman in your social circle, but you’re here with me.” Y/N says as she looked over at him to be met with his gaze since he stopped at a red light.

“Yeah, here with you,” Naoya repeated as he pressed down on the gas once again. “When I see something I want, I go get it.” He simply adds.

“When you put it that way, you make me sound like one of your cars,” Y/N says and Naoya soon realized what Yuki said to him earlier.

When he pulled in front of the restaurant, he had stepped out of the car with a quickness before Y/N could open her door. He opened the door for her, extending his hand for her to take and she did. She clutched his arm as he gave his car keys to the valet person to park his car. A person held the door open for both of them and when they two walked in, all eyes were on them. The restaurant Yuki chose was one of the best five-star restaurants that only certain people can get in. The waitlist for reservations was booked for up to two years. The starting price range for just one entree was over sixty thousand yen. The restaurant was pure luxury and only people who didn’t care to spend thousands of yen for one three-course dinner could even breathe in the atmosphere. Naoya approached the host stand and the host already knew who he was, she would greet you two with a smile before motioning for you two to follow her.

With each step further inside the restaurant, Naoya could feel the grasp on his arm get tighter. He only removed the grasp on his arm to intertwine his fingers with Y/N’s, giving her hand a comforting squeeze as they followed the lady. The lady stopped at an elevator that was going to lead you two upstairs, her manicured finger pressed the button. As you three waited for the elevator, Naoya looked at Y/N. His eyes lit up in worry as he could see how confused she was. Perhaps the lingering eyes and whispers as they made their way through the restaurant caused her to feel some type of way. Or maybe the fact that this host was leading them to a whole different area from the other guests? Naoya couldn’t read her just yet and was hoping this date would help him pertaining that task.

“Everything okay?” Naoya asked as he looked at her. The pad of his thumb begins to rub comforting circles around the back of her hand. “We can leave if you—“

“No, I’m fine. It’s just I never actually knew this restaurant existed, it looks so fancy and expensive.” Y/N explained. “I don’t know, I could be just overthinking some things.” She explains while looking at him. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated to do all of this to try to impress me.”

Naoya listened to her concerns before looking at the host who was waiting for them to step into the elevator. She made a fair point. Majority of his dates, he has used his riches as a form of gain to get further into the women he pursued. Naoya would pull out his wallet, he stepped forward grabbing the pin that was neatly placed in the hostess's uniform vest pocket and he would walk to the coffee table that was near the elevator. Y/N was beyond confused as she was watching Naoya write four separate checks, especially given that the couple didn’t even sit down to eat yet.

He handed the checks to the host who glanced down at them, “Mr. Zenin, we can not take these.” She was attempting to give them back to him, but he refused.

“It’s no problem. One should cover the cost of the dinner. The others are just a tip for you, our server, and the valet guy outside.” He respectfully bowed at the hostess. “We apologize for the inconvenience,” he says before collecting Y/N’s hand and walking back through the restaurant.

“What the hell just happened? What are you doing?” Y/N asked as she followed before him.

Once again all eyes were on them and Y/N could even see one prestigious woman snap a picture as they were walking by. When they got outside, the valet instantly went to go get Naoya’s car. Y/N would tug the gentleman in by his jacket to gain his attention. “We could have stayed, I would have gotten over the feeling.” She says.

“You said it yourself that you don’t want me to use my wealth to try to impress you,” Naoya explains. “So, we’re going somewhere different.”

Y/N lips formed a smile, “I just want to know you without the riches. Although, it’s a huge part of your life—which is understandable. But it doesn’t define you, does it?”

When Naoya heard that question leave her mouth, he couldn’t even answer that question. He grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and everything handed to him. He was an overseer of many hotels around the world. He could snap his fingers and get anything he wanted. Yet, he didn’t know much about himself other than those things. His lips formed a straight line in frustration. Who was Naoya Zenin without his bank account?

His thoughts were interrupted as Y/N grabbed a hold of his hand with a slight smile. “Don’t overthink the question, you have plenty of time tonight to tell me.” She winks at him before letting go of his hand to walk towards his car that had just pulled up.

When they got back into the car, Y/N was on her phone texting away and Naoya could hear a stressed sigh from her. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s just one of my student's moms.” She answered.

“They reach out to you after school hours?” Naoya questioned. “Isn’t that like crossing boundaries?”

“I mean, I don’t really mind it since I did offer up my number to some parents who want to have a much closer eye on their child. However, with this particular child, the mom has been going through some hardships with the child's father.” Y/N explained. “So this particular child needs special attention from me because he does act out occasionally. Which I only think he acts out because of what’s happening at home.”

“Hardships like what? Divorce? That obviously will be hard for a five-year-old to witness.” Naoya said as he was driving.

“I think the father is abusive, but I don't want to draw that conclusion so soon,” Y/N explained. “She always talks to me in a hush tone sometimes. When I questioned why she was speaking so low, she immediately answered with because the child was sleeping.” She says.

Naoya's hands gripped the steering wheel. “Do you know the husband's name?” He asked.

“I don’t know. She has always been the one at the back-to-school nights and such. I do know he has money like he’s rich.” She explained. “I want to help her, but sometimes us teachers can't do much but report to child services. That is if that actually helps, could make the situation worst.” She explained.

Naoya had parked his car in the parking lot of this place. Y/N pushed her phone into her clutch and her eyebrows raised at the food spot. Naoya got out of the car and raced to open the door for Y/N. She chuckled at his actions, “You do not have to rush to open my door.”

Naoya looked at her with the most offended look on his face and Y/N laughed. “Okay, whatever floats your boat.” She says before her head motioning towards the food spot.

“This is my favorite burger spot, like ever!” He says with a cheeky smile.

“Naoya Zenin likes eating cheeseburgers and not expensive rib eye steak, I am shocked.” Y/N sarcastically says.

“You said it yourself that you want to know more about me behind the riches and this is the perfect start of it.” He’s collecting her hand to drag her towards the restaurant.

The two of them were two sore thumbs sticking out in the burger spot as Naoya led her to the familiar table he always sat at when he came in here to eat. Y/B wearing her bright fusion dress and Naoya in his attire that he usually wore to meetings. They gained stares while they were sitting down further in the back, but these stares were different than the ones in the five-star luxury restaurant. Naoya usually had the same thing every time he came in here. A known regular that ate in peace, left a very nice tip, and just left. He found this restaurant as a safe place away from his father, his responsibilities, the women in his life, and so much more. Some days when he would sip on his drink and eat his cheat meal, he’ll even silence his phone just to enjoy the peaceful time of just enjoying a simple meal. But Naoya was opening up this safe space to someone else. A very special someone.

Y/N was so astonished by the atmosphere of the restaurant. The retro 80’s theme the restaurant decided to go by caused her eyes to twinkle with so much excitement that it felt like the woman was turning into one of her overjoyed students. As Naoya was looking at the menu that he had seen one too many times, he could feel someone staring at him. When his brown eyes glanced up from the menu, his eyes met with Y/N’s. She was staring so hard at him as her head was placed on the palm of her hand.

“Is something on my face or something?” Naoya asked.

“No.” She answered. “Thank you.” She responded before her eyes glanced at the menu also.

“For?” Naoya asked.

“Showing me this place. We walked in here and even the cook knew who you were, it seems like this place is very important to you and you’re showing me it. So, thank you.” Y/N answered.

“No need to thank me. I just want you to view me without the riches.”

“I know, so where do we start? Do you have any hobbies you like? Any goals?”

Naoya thought about it for a second, “I have accomplished all the goals that’s been on my list—not to brag or anything. I don’t have any hobbies:”

“That can’t be true,” Y/N says. “Everyone has hobbies, even if it’s a weird one like collecting pens. Or if it’s a provocative one like having sex.”

Naoya’s eyes met her gaze when she said sex. He let his tongue glide across his lips before speaking, “I like sex, but I think I like cars more.”

Y/N chuckles at his statement. Her lip gloss-covered lips parted to speak but a server approached them with a notepad and a smile.

“Should I get you the usual for tonight Mr. Zenin?” The server asked.

“Yes, make it two! My lovely date has never eaten here before and I want to show her that this place has the best burgers in Tokyo,” He smiled at the server and the guy would look over at Y/N.

“He isn’t lying, we won’t disappoint you,” He flashed Y/N a smile that she returned and caused the young man's cheeks to grow red.

“Should we add the signature strawberry milkshakes with it?” The server asked.

“Can we? I have such a sweet tooth,” Y/N perked up and her lips formed a pout at the gentleman across the table.

“Anything for you,” Naoya says as he passes the menus to the server.

“Okay, I’ll be right back with two shakes.”

Now it was just two once again. Y/N leaned forward as if she was interrogating the man. “So you like cars more than sex. That’s a good start. Anything else I should know? Like where do you see yourself in a few years?”

“I want to just have an empire for my family to fall back on. That is if I find the right person to build with,” Naoya explains. “I just want something different from how my family is. Just a chaotic cluster fuck of a mess.” His voice trails off while he leans back into his seat. His thighs spread apart to make himself more comfortable.

“Interesting, you want to be a family man to redeem yourself from your family drama. Noted.” Y/N says. “I want a family of my own also, but not for the same reason. It’s just the thought of being a mom excites me sometimes, I think that’s why I care so much about my students.” She says.

“You’ll make a wonderful mom, I can’t wait to have the honor to name our children.” Naoya joked and he watched Y/N burst into loud obnoxious laughter.

“You’re one confident man, Naoya.”

“I must ask though, why are you single? You’re drop-dead gorgeous, good with children, wonderful personality. I can go on,” Naoya says. “Or do you just not have time for a relationship?”

“Hmm, why would you ask that?” She asks.

“I mean, when I was waiting for you outside your place I noticed one of your neighbors' whole demeanor changed seeing you all dressed up. I think he has a Lil crush on you. Which I’m letting you know now, I’m very competitive.”

“Who? Choso?” Y/N let out a giggle. “If it makes you feel a little uneasy, we’ve slept together once. It got interrupted by his younger brother though and we now don’t talk about it. Like it didn’t even happen.”

“And you’re telling me, it’s no unresolved feelings there?” Naoya questioned.

“It’s not. Plus, if it was—you just said you were competitive right?” Y/N gives him a sly smirk before winking at him.

Naoya wanted to kiss her right then and there. Just claim her as his to prove a point. But their server interrupted them with the food and shakes they ordered. The aroma of ground beef and salty french fries swirled around between the duo as Naoya leaned forward to dig in. The first thing Y/N did was take a sip of the milkshake and she let out the cutest moan. “This is probably the best milkshake I have tried.” She says before she’s nibbling on a fry.

“I told you!” Naoya chuckles.

As the two continued to eat, Naoya couldn’t help but smile hearing Y/N praise the food in front of her. He felt so comfortable at the moment. He wasn’t worried about keeping up an image for anyone. He didn’t have to worry about pretending to care about the names of high-class individuals. He hadn't felt this feeling before and it shocked him that one woman made him feel this way.

“So, we talked about my former flings. Even though I wouldn’t even count Choso as a fling—“

“You two had sex and live next to each other. That’s a fling.”

“Whatever, but I’m not a competitive person when it comes to love. If I don’t have your full attention, I’ll find someone who will give me their attention. So, this Fei woman—what is she to you?”

“Fei is Fei. She’s just there. I can’t technically get rid of her since I’ve known her for so long and according to my father, she’s a good look when she’s on my arm.” Naoya explained.

“But do you like her romantically though?” Y/N head tilted to the side to look at him.

“No. I’m not going to lie to you Y/N, I call her when I want to bust a nut.” Naoya took a bite out of his food.

“Interesting.”

He wasn’t sure if that was a good interesting or bad interesting. Was this what Yuki was talking about when she stated that his mouth lands him in the horrible hot spot during dates?

“How so?” Naoya asked as he sipped his milkshake.

“You need to tell her you’re not interested in her like that,” Y/N commented as she looked at him.

“I have made it known. I ignored her calls, and texts, and even told her myself. She just keeps popping up,” Naoya explained.

“I just don’t want to be stepping on anybody’s toes. I would hate to be seen as a man stealer and not the mysterious woman with the nice ass,” Y/N snickers as she remembered one of the headlines in an article she read.

“You’re not though. I'm as single as can be,” Naoya took a bite from his burger.

Y/N nodded at his words while she took one of her fries and snacked on it. She sipped at her milkshake and she noticed Naoya staring at her. Her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, “What? I know, I look good tonight but can I have my face back?” She jokingly asked.

Naoya chuckles while leaning forward. His fingers motioned for her to do the same and she did. He brought the pad of his thumb to the corner of her lip wiping away the whipped cream that was on her face. When his thumb touched her skin, he could feel how quickly her skin heated up due to that action. The two of them stared into each other’s not bothering to lean back from their faces being quite close.

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” Naoya asked.

The woman leaned in closer so that their lips were barely touching each other. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Naoya chuckled at her statement before indulging in the taste of her lips. He used his elbows to prompt himself up better just so he could deepen the kiss. It felt like they were the only ones in the room as their lips moved in sync with each other as if they kissed before. If their server didn’t come back to check on them, the two most likely would have been fully making out.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make sure you two were okay.” The server couldn’t even make eye contact with either of the duo.

And Naoya couldn’t keep his eyes off of Y/N, but it was her to break the intense stare to respond to their server. “We’re okay, just got caught in the moment. Right, Naoya?” She flashes that heart-wrenching grin at him and his body felt like it went through a heatwave.

“Yeah, we’ll be okay,” Naoya answered.

“Okay, just keep it PG, you two. This is a family restaurant.” The guy smiled at them before going to go check with some other tables.

Both Naoya and Y/N snickered at his comment like two teenagers. Naoya never smiled and laughed as much during a date, hell even during the day (unless he had a joke to upset his father). It caused him to self-reflect on his life all over again. How could one woman bring such an emotion out of him that he felt like he never actually expressed?

The couple was soon wrapping up their date and Naoya felt some form of confidence or should he say accomplishment? The date went way better than he expected. He snagged a kiss from Y/N and she haven’t stopped smiling since they entered the food spot. He watched as Y/N was talking to the owner about possibly catering an event at the school she worked at. She had Naoya’s suit jacket tugged around her shoulders so proudly and Naoya could get used to seeing that regularly. Eventually, she shared her farewells with the owner and thanked him for the meal before skipping toward Naoya who was waiting by the door.

“Your neighbor did say return you home safely, so you’re ready?” He asked.

“Yup,” Y/N says while grabbing a hold of his arm to leave the now safe space that they could share.

It took many things to tick Naoya off. He hated when his assistant didn’t file his files in alphabetical order. He hated when someone drove recklessly near his nice car. But nothing ticked him off more than paparazzi, he hated the paparazzi. He didn’t understand how a person could be so good with a camera and woke up and chose a job to follow people with said cameras. He wasn’t sure who tipped off the annoying paparazzi, but as soon as Y/N and himself left the first thing that blinded their view was the bright flashing lights of cameras.

He could feel the grip Y/N had on his arm get tighter and Naoya was close to seeing red. Similar to a bull that was getting toyed with as a red flag was dangled in its face, Naoya’s protective hold only brought her closer as he pushed through the mob of paparazzi. He’s uttering profanity words and harshly mushing people out of the way. However, he felt Y/N stumble just a bit and his brown-colored eyes snapped to look to see who caused her to stumble back. When Naoya saw one paparazzi trying to apologize, he snapped.

He didn’t know what happened in a matter of seconds, but soon he could feel his fist colliding right on the guy’s face. One punch after another until he saw red. Was it his vision or was it the blood coming out of the guy’s nose? Naoya had no clue until he could feel Y/N pleading for him to stop. When he stopped, he glanced around him and the cameras were still flashing. They gave him and Y/N space, but they were eating up the outburst that he just unfolded in front of them. His fist was stained with blood that didn’t belong to him and he just fixed his outfit, grabbed Y/N’s hand, and walked towards the car.

Naoya still had the common courtesy to open her door for her and close it. When he got into the car, he didn’t know what to say. A date that was going so well, changed so quickly because of some silly paparazzi. His nerves were getting the best of him and he could tell by how his hands were shaking as he was grasping at the steering wheel.

“Thank you,” Y/N says as she was looking out the window.

“I should be apologizing for my behavior. I don’t deserve a ‘thank you’ for ruining our date.” Naoya said as he was attempting to return her home as soon as possible due to the embarrassment.

“I don’t know why you would feel embarrassed, you defended me,” Y/N says with a smile. “Like the prince in that silly book my students love so much.”

Naoya chuckled at her statement. His skin still felt hot from the anger that clouded his judgment, but her comment caused him to relax in the driver’s seat. The remaining ride to her house was filled with silence. Although, Naoya couldn’t tell if it was an uncomfortable silence or not. Even with Y/N’s comment, he still could feel that something else was bothering her.

As he parked in front of her home, he went to get out of the car to open her door. Y/N grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him, “You’ve done enough for me tonight, I think I can open my own door.” She says.

She climbed out of the car and glanced back at him.

“I would love to do this again Naoya.”

“Really? Even though—“

“Minus the paparazzi, of course. But you’re a nice person and I enjoyed seeing this side of you.”

And with that he watched the woman walk towards her apartment complex, once he saw her disappear behind her front door—he let out a deep sigh. He couldn’t even sit to bask in his thoughts before he could hear his text message notifications going off every second. Each text message was from his father. From ranting about his behavior to Y/N, and so much more.

He could feel that this lifestyle he was born in could push the woman away because the side that she saw tonight was always trapped away behind the luxury, glamour, and money.

Naoya Zenin will always be Naoya Zenin.

#naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin fanfic #naoya x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x black reader #black reader #female reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #naoya zenin x you #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

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lifmera · 2 months

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hi!! i LOVE your matchups and was wondering if i could get one for hazbin hotel!

i use she/her pronouns, romantically i’m interested in men, and as for my personality, i pretty much land right in the middle of being an introvert and an extrovert. i would say im pretty funny, outgoing, and lighthearted for the most part but i always need my alone time after a long day. i’m not really one to be very emotional because i’m just not very good at opening up, but i love my friends more than anything and am always there for them if they need, and i give some pretty good advice if i do say so myself hahah. as much as i hate it i do tend to hold a grudge, especially if someone does something to someone i care about, and i really do love to gossip hahaha. i’m also pretty smart and i really do enjoy school, but that lingering gifted kid trauma makes it absolutely impossible for me to ask for help (but we’re working on that lol). i’m a sagittarius and i think i fit the description of that pretty well too!

my style is honestly veryyy comfy casual, i really just wear whatever’s convenient but i LOVE to accessorize and i’m a sucker for trends. i love jewelry, and i usually go for more dainty necklaces with fun earrings and i absolutely love my nose piercing. i pretty much always wear light makeup, really just mascara and some concealer, but at the end of the day i really don’t care much about how people think i look. i’m 5’5” so average height, and i’m blonde with blue eyes!

my favorite things to do would probably be spending time with my friends, reading, and listening to music. i absolutely LOVE music, literally every genre, but some of my favorite artists are phoebe bridgers, taylor swift, noah kahan, and hozier! i’m a big believer in try everything once though, so i’m always willing to try new things because there’s nothing more exciting than finding a new passion or having an awesome experience because you decided to take a risk with something you usually might not!!!

thanks so much, i can’t wait to see what you think! :)

HI HUN! Thank you so much <3

I've decided to pair you with........ HUSK!

He would be drawn in by your personality at first!! he would need someone more joke-y and lighthearted since he's always grumpy.

he would also need his alone time after a long day!

I think he would SOMEHOW get you to open up- this man knows everything abut everyone. even if you didn't drink. he got Angel to open up! he'll get you too.

Honestly, he'd be glad someone else can give advice. I don't think he likes to talk much unless it's also important- or something he deems necessary.

Husk goes through things, and will most likely turn to you to help calm him down!

Honestly, he wouldn't mind if you held grudges. he holds one against Alastor. Just- don't hold one against him!

I think he'd love to hear your gossip while he's cleaning some glasses!

He's actually really into academics probably- he'd love to what about newer things your good at ! like what English book did you read ?

He's happy that you aren't putting on a facade, and able to wear clothes that make you comfortable!

he also LOVES that you don't care about what other people think about you!

I don't think he'll be huge on music, though he'll play some of your favorites at the bar!

I think he'd love that you are a try - everything - once, but he is PICKY. i don't think this man wants to go out much!

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Thank you so much for requesting! i hope you enjoy <3

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heathersproship · 5 months

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Too tired to make this its own fic so have a list of bullet points. But before we do...

Antis, minors, and antiship-leaning minors especially, fuck off.

Now then...

Teacher/student JDronica. Teacher!Veronica with Student!J.D. (what, were you expecting something else? :p)

They meet when J.D. transfers to Westerburg. Veronica’s his homeroom teacher. (Or his first period. My high school, for my senior year, made third period homeroom... for some reason)

Conversely, she’s not his homeroom teacher but he wants her to be

She teaches English. Sometimes wears glasses for the aesthetics, but she still has her monocle, which she whips out to grade papers or read essays at her desk. The students find the monocle pretentious, stupid, or just weird. Not that she gives a shit what they think on her fashion choices. It doesn’t impact her ability to do her job, and she likes it, so who cares, amirite?

She reminds him of his mom. She’s just got that gentle touch to her that really resonates with him. He’s definitely going to slip and call her Mom by accident at some point, which she takes in stride because “haha, it happens to all of us”

Being English class, there are plenty of people who either lack critical thinking skills or are too lazy to use them to read between the lines. J.D. easily stands out to Veronica by actually using his brain and applying himself

He gets into a fight with Kurt and Ram when they walk by Veronica’s classroom talking about her (rating her in terms of hotness, bangability, all that good stuff). Since he’s emotional, he gets sloppy, and they beat him up. Veronica overhears the noise and goes to break up the fight. She offers to take him to the nurse (if she’s got class) or takes him into her class to patch him up (if it’s her free period)

If it’s her free period and it’s just them, he may or may not tear up at how gentle she is with him. After hearing the story of what happened, she thanks him for sticking up for her, and tells him she knows he’s a good boy (and by far her brightest student), but please don’t get into more trouble on her behalf, okay? She’s a big girl, she can take care of herself

If it’s not her free period and she takes him to the nurse, they talk about it the next day, either before class or during lunch hour. Usually she eats with Betty or Martha, but like them she’s willing to let students have lunch in her classroom if he’s afraid of running into Kurt and Ram in the cafeteria. Her class is a safe space, she hopes he knows that.

If he has no lunch, she offers to buy it for him. If his pride won’t let her, she’ll do her best to make some for him. Either way, he’s gotta eat

Coach Chandler (those who can’t teach teach gym lmao) is a bitch. He overhears Chandler being a bitch to Veronica and almost intervenes again, but he remembers what she says and stays put. The confrontation ends with Chandler pushing Veronica against the wall and storms off. J.D. pretends to be walking by and asks if something happened. She doesn’t tell him. He plans revenge. Can he go to Principal Fleming about this? Or will Veronica be annoyed he intervened in her business even though he’s doing it for her sake?

Rumor has it Coach Chandler has a crush on Ms. Sawyer, but Ms. Sawyer didn’t like her back because of her bitchy personality, and that’s why she’s doubled down on being such a cunt. She doesn’t even do anything, just stands there barking orders at them, or sitting on a lawn chair while they run the mile. He’ll have to get a girl to slip something in her water bottle, or otherwise do it when she’s unawares elsewhere. Or he could key her red Porsche. (Rumor also has it her parents wanted her to get a job to understand the value of a dollar, so being a high school gym teacher and surrounding herself in that mentality means she never grew out of her alpha bitch phase, and still thinks she can get away with shit like this.) Hmm...

Veronica shares a small, cozy place with Betty and Martha. They spend Friday nights grading papers and watching a movie when they’re all done. They do dramatic readings of the English essays, and sometimes vote on a grade if Veronica is unsure. And maybe there’s alcohol involved. She saves the best (J.D.’s) for last.

It’s probably through one of those essays, depending on how personal it is, she learns he lost his mom at a young age. He describes in detail her death as he remembers, perceives, and wonders about it. He’s never been able to talk about it with anyone, not aloud, and especially not with his dad. She made him feel so safe, he feels like he can trust her to tell her about her. And he’ll be 18 soon (or he already is) and when he graduates, he’d love it if they could still be in each other’s lives. Because she’s special. She’s beautiful, and perfect, and while he does love her as his teacher, he also thinks he’s in love with her

Martha thinks it’s really sad but ultimately sweet, and Betty thinks it’s sad and sweet, but very slippery. Veronica is conflicted. Because on the one hand, ethics. But he did say after graduation, when they’re not teacher and student anymore, even though they met under those circumstances. And Sherwood is a small, small town — people will talk. She decides to hold him back after class to talk to him about his essay, and writes his hall pass that night.

That’s all for now. Maybe.

#heathers #heathers the musical #Jason Dean #veronica sawyer #jdronica #proship #proshippers please interact #antis dni #antis don’t interact #teacher student relationship

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into-crazy · 2 years

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juicy

Ledger!Joker x Reader drabble

Summary: The elotero comes around and you share a mango with J.

Warnings- The reader speaks Spanish, J being his usual self, pretty much fluff, ages 18+

Alright, so this is a very self indulgent piece that came into my head while I was eating a mango🥭 Now the reader doesn't necessarily have to be of Latino/Hispanic or any other ethnicities which speak Spanish to be able to read or connect with this. Since I know a lot of people who aren't but can speak little to pretty good Spanish. I also added the English translations to make it easier. I wrote this for funsies!

It's a warm, early evening in the city of Gotham and you are spending it at home. Joker has been here with you the entire day, and the only thing you've both done was relax. J came to terms with the fact that he needed a break too every now and then. A brief moment to rest up and refresh before he can go back out and resume terrorizing the city. Or having fun with his BFF- also known as- The Batman.

J was in a good mood today. He’d taken a shower this morning. Ate a proper breakfast which was prepared ever so lovingly by you. And he even watched a couple of movies with you on your couch without grumbling about being bored to death.

Now, he's sitting quietly next to you while you paint your toenails. His feet are propped up on the coffee table, arm extending along the top of the couch with his face pointed towards the ceiling. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady, but he's not asleep. He's just relishing in this peaceful atmosphere with you. Well, that and he really likes the strong scent of the nail polish for some strange reason. So he'll take any chance he can get to be by you when you bring out the polishes.

You finish with the nails on one foot and move on to the next. Dipping the brush in the bottle to collect more paint as you shift your legs around. A song by one of your favorite artists is playing on low volume on the television. You softly hum along to the tune of the music. Once you finish, you prop both your feet up right next to J's so that the polish can properly dry. You bring your attention towards J and you simply stare at him.

His hair is sprawled onto the cushion behind him. His face is completely bare, clear of the thick layers greasepaint he usually wears. So you can see every inch of his real face. He looks a lot different without the makeup on. Sure the areas around his eyes might be slightly stained due to the overuse of the black greasepaint. Though you can still see all of his handsome features. The tissue of his scars are a lot more visible, and you can't help but want to love on them each time you glance at them. But you know J wouldn't really appreciate the excessive affection towards them. He has to be in a very specific type of mood to allow you to give lots of love and attention to his scars.

Getting the familiar sense that you were looking at him, J opens his eyes. He turns his head slightly to find you doing just that. Gazing at him adoringly with a half smile.

"What?" He grumbles.

"Nothing." You hum, still looking at him with your sparkling gaze. "I just wanted to look at you. Is that a crime?"

J chuckles, "it's not. But I can show ya a real crime if you're interested."

You shake your head as you return the laugh. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"Can't say I don't try," he replies before glancing down at your feet. "Let me see."

You point your toes up and wiggle them so he can see the color you chose. "I like it. Just a little something to make my toes look a little nicer."

J hums, but he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't care what your toes look like. He'll just acknowledge the things that make you happy, even if they're insignificant to him.

The song that's playing on the TV is coming to an end as it fades out. As it does, you hear something outside. It sounds like a horn going off repeatedly. You know that sound. It's the familiar honking sound of a bicycle horn. Growing up, you'd hear that same sound almost every day in the neighborhood.

"The elotero!" You gasp excitedly as you jump off of the couch, practically running to the window so you can look outside. Your hasty actions catch J by surprise and he sits up fully.

"The what?"

"It's the corn man." You translate, peeking through the blinds to try and spot said man. After scanning the entire area, sure enough, you see him slowing coming down your street. Pushing his cart full of goodies straight your way. You press your finger rather aggressively against the glass to point him out. "There he is- right there!"

J is still confused as to what you are saying as he walks over to you. He peeks through to see what you're trying to show him. However, you move away from the window when he looks through. He spots him instantly. This man seems to be just a regular street vendor. So he tries to figure what the big deal is about. He then looks at you for an explanation as to why you've just lost your mind.

But there is no time to stop and explain, you might miss the guy if you do that. So you move and talk at the same time, slipping on your shoes and grabbing some cash out of your wallet. "He sells street food. They're called corn guys because they're mostly known for selling ears of corn on sticks. But they sell other stuff too, like shaved ice, candy, potato chips, chicharrones, and my favorite- mangos."

"Chi cha- who now? You must be making your own words up." J squints at one of the words you said.

You giggle heartily at his attempt. At least he tried. "Chicharrones," you repeat, "they're Mexican wheel chips. But hey, I will be right back. I'm going to go get a mango."

The door shuts and locks quickly behind you.

You feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you walk up towards the cart. Memories from your past replay in your mind. You remember the warm summer evenings when you would be chilling at home. Hearing the same horn coming from outside. It was always that same horn too. It could be a different man, a different day. But they all had the same horn, with the same distinct toot. Some just sounding more worn than others.

There was a small line of people, and you were the last one. So you waited there patiently. Wondering if J was peering down at you through the window. Upon glancing up, you find out that indeed he was. The blinds don't bend around like that by themselves. You laugh to yourself at the thought.

Finally, the person before you leaves and it is now your turn.

Walking up, you smile at the elotero as he greets you warmly.

"Hola buenas noches." // "Hello good evening."

"Buenas noches." You reply, "¿Puedo comprar un mango con chamoy y Tajín?" // "Good evening." ~ "Can I buy a mango with chamoy and Tajín?"

The man nods, and gets right to work on putting it together. He does it effortlessly, you can tell he's been doing this for years. It takes him no more than four minutes to cut up the fruit into slices and add them into a large container along with all the other ingredients and toppings. Once he's finished, he places a fork in there and wraps two napkins around it then hands the cup to you.

You take it graciously, "Gracias. ¿Cuánto es?" // "Thank you. How much is it?"

"Cuatro cincuenta." // "Four fifty."

He stands there while you open up your wallet to take out the cash. You hand him a five dollar bill, and he gives you two quarters back. "Muchas gracias." // "Thanks a lot."

The elotero gives a final nod, then carries on with his cart. Honking the horn as he continues down the street.

Making your way back to your apartment, you couldn't help but stare at the cup the entire way. Stumbling over a step on the stairs and almost dropping it by not paying attention.

Once you're inside, you head into the kitchen where J is. Standing there, waiting for you. You place the cup on top of the counter and excitedly remove one of the mango slices. There was no time to waste as you've waiting too long already. Your mouth waters just before you bring it to your mouth and bite into it. Savoring the sweet and sour taste of the piece.

"Mm," you sigh happily. Your taste buds are finally satisfied.

You look over at J while continuing with the fruit. He examines the contents of the container, trying to figure out what's all in there. You're wondering what he's thinking, since the look on his face is blank.

"Well that uh, looks like a lot going on. What is that dark stuff and those red flakes?" He asks pointing at it.

"That is chamoy, which is basically a saucy condiment." You point out, licking said sauce from your fingertips. "And that's Tajín. It's like a salty, spicy seasoning."

J gets a closer look. "That doesn't sound like something ya put on fruit."

You hum, "it's good, try it." Grabbing a slice, you hold it out to him. He looks at you, a skeptical look on his face while he determines whether to take it or not. You grow impatient, and further insist. "What? Are you allergic to mangos or something?"

"No." He draws out.

"So try it then. You seem interested. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing here pondering over them like that."

J looks down at the fruit then plucks it out of your hand. He looks it over for a brief second and takes a huge bite out of it. His face switches from unamused to that of intrigue with every chew. He quickly downs the rest and goes in for another. "Alright, these are not bad at all."

His response makes you grin, content with his admitted approval. "I know, they're so good. So sweet and juicy."

"Yeah they are." He hums, lewdly slurping on one of the mango slices. "They remind me of you." He licks his lips and you gasp.

"Joker!" You exclaim. Even though you've known J for quite some time now, you will never deny the fact that he still(and probably always will) have the power to make you blush profusely with his suggestive ways.

You both spend the next five minutes laughing with one another while finishing up the rest of the mango slices together.

#into-crazy #heath ledger joker #tdk joker #the dark knight joker #ledger joker x reader #joker x reader #ledger joker #ledger!joker #ledger joker imagine #joker imagine #the dark knight

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Homecoming Dance

Cove x OC

((slight OC x OC))

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Synopsis: Darcy unexpectedly gets asked to the homecoming dance, and struggles with expectations.

Tags: slight angst, some romantic tension???

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 4,818

Things at school had gotten very hectic in the past couple of weeks, as the homecoming dance was inching closer and closer. This week it seemed like Darcy couldn’t go a full day without some mention of dresses and suits, who was going with who, or bearing witness to some elaborate homecoming proposal. She was in the spirit, too, as this would be her first ever school dance, and she already had some ideas of what she’d like to wear. The last time she’d ever done anything like this, it was going to that summer soiree with Cove when they were thirteen. She wasn’t sure if he was planning on attending the homecoming dance, and she was too afraid to ask given how it went last time. Sure, they’d ended the night on a high note, but she didn’t want to put Cove in a situation where he felt like he needed to come for her sake. She wouldn’t be alone, anyway, Miranda would be going, along with some other friends.

What she had not accounted for was that she would be asked to homecoming, as a date, with a guy. So when her conversation with Noah had taken a sudden turn into a homecoming proposal, she froze. Had she heard him right? He can’t have actually asked her to homecoming. Noah was nice and all, they sat at the same table in Art class, and they were neighbors in English. Every now and then they would chat about assignments or what was going on in their lives, but she’d never gotten the vibe that he was interested in her like that. She realized that she should voice her confusion.

“C-could you repeat that?”

The boy’s dark eyebrows furrowed, but it was quickly replaced with an easy smile.

“Would you want to come to homecoming with me?” Noah repeated himself.

So Darcy hadn’t gotten it wrong, he had, in fact, asked her out.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I wasn’t even sure if you’d be going. I’d really like for you to be my date, though.”

And there he said it, again. Darcy Ryan had been asked out on a date by a real human person. She didn’t even really think it through when she answered.

“Yeah, that would be cool.”

“Cool, we can iron out the details later.”

With that, Noah left Darcy at her locker, going on his way to his next class. Darcy was still left stunned by the event, but excitement began to build within her. Darcy had a date to homecoming. It was Noah from Art, but still definitely a date. Darcy twirled her hair as she thought about what would now be the night of her first date. Her first date? Something about that didn’t sound right, but that is what it was. Darcy had always imagined her first date would be a little different, with someone different.

Darcy shook her head, closing her locker before heading off to her Biology class. Biology had always been a fun part of her day, not only because she had always enjoyed her science classes, but this year it was also one of the few classes that she shared with Cove. It even seemed like he was enjoying his coursework more than usual, which was a plus.

Darcy entered the science lab to see Cove already seated at their usual table. He was engrossed in the worksheet they had taken home the other day, rechecking his work. When Darcy got closer, he raised his head, giving her a smile.

“Hey,” he said, then turned back to his worksheet.

“Hey.”

Darcy took her seat next to Cove, and opened her folder to start comparing work. For a moment, they silently looked between each other’s papers. Darcy was thankful for the distraction, as she realized she was a little hesitant to mention what just happened with Noah. Despite the distraction, though, Darcy was still running through the coming conversation in her head. Her teeth began worrying her bottom lip.

“What’s up?” Cove asked.

Darcy’s eyes widened a little, and she schooled her expression.

“Nothing, I just-” Darcy looked up into Cove’s ocean blue eyes. “Well, um… You know Noah Brown?”

Cove just nodded.

“He just asked me to homecoming.”

“Oh.” Cove’s wavy eyebrows shot up. “I.. forgot that was coming up.”

He forgot about homecoming? How? It felt like everywhere Darcy went there were reminders plastered everywhere.

“So… what did you say?” Cove probed.

“I said yes.”

Cove hummed, eyes flicking back to his worksheet.

“So, do you… like Noah?”

“Well, yeah. He’s always been nice to me.”

“No, I mean…” Cove sighed a little, not able to make eye contact with Darcy. “Do you like him? Like… have a crush on him?”

Darcy felt a little shocked, this situation was definitely weird. Darcy and Cove had never talked about crushes before, Darcy still wasn’t sure if Cove was capable of having a crush. In fact, the only people who knew about Darcy’s crush on Cove were her family, who never shied away from teasing her about it.

“No, I don’t!” Darcy answered a bit too loudly.

Some of their classmates turned around at her outburst, and Darcy shrunk back in her seat. Everyone’s attention was drawn away from her soon enough, as the bell rang signaling the start of class. As the teacher got on with the lesson, though, Cove leaned over to whisper to Darcy.

“Why did you say yes?”

“Huh?”

“If you don’t like him, then why are you going to homecoming with him?”

“I don’t know?”

Dividing her attention between Cove and the teacher was a struggle, so Darcy pointedly turned her attention back to the front of the class, jotting down notes from the presentation. That didn’t stop Cove from prodding her about it, though.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

Darcy rolled her eyes. Cove was her best friend, but he could be really stubborn sometimes.

“He’s nice, I guess,” she offered. “And he asked.”

“So any nice person could have asked, and you would have said yes?”

“I don’t know, Cove.” Darcy shot him a glare.

Cove shrunk back a little, and Darcy immediately regretted her anger. It made sense for Cove to be confused, and Darcy had just let her emotions get in the way.

“I’m sorry. Can- Can we talk about this later?”

Cove just nodded, and with that, they got back to focusing on class.

***

Darcy and Cove were quiet on the car ride back home. Mr. Holden and Elizabeth hadn’t seemed to notice, as she was going on about some assignment for her Statistics class. Darcy just stared out the window the whole way, not sparing much energy to respond to her sister’s rant. She almost didn’t even notice when Mr. Holden had asked her how her day went.

“Oh, it was alright,” Darcy answered, and not really thinking, she continued. “A guy asked me to be his date for homecoming.”

“Oh!” Darcy could see Mr. Holden’s eyes widen in the rearview mirror. “And you said…?”

“I said yes.”

“Wow, baby sis,” Elizabeth said. “This’ll be your very first date, moms are gonna scream.”

Oh god, moms. Darcy hadn’t even thought about how her moms would have reacted to the news. She’d already messed things up the way she told Cove, and now she’ll have to explain herself to moms?

“Wow, you kids really are growing up, huh?” Mr. Holden chuckled. “First date. Wow.”

Darcy could practically feel the blood draining out of her face. She couldn’t dare spare a look at Cove right now. They hadn’t spoken at all since their conversation in Biology. She couldn’t imagine that Cove was holding any kind of grudge, but it still felt like she had some things to answer for.

Having found a new topic of conversation, Elizabeth started talking about shopping for homecoming dresses the following weekend. Darcy agreed to coming along, somewhat halfheartedly. If anyone noticed, they didn’t make it obvious. Eventually they pulled into the Holden’s driveway, and Elizabeth waltzed across the street toward home, likely wanting to be the one to break the news of Darcy’s first date to their moms. Mr. Holden likewise entered his front door, looking back to Cove before he did.

“You coming in, sport?”

Cove glanced at Darcy, then turned back to answer his dad.

“I’ll be in soon.”

Having her plans decided for her, Darcy waited for Cove to make the first move. Sparing her a glance, he started off down the street headed toward the beach. Darcy followed after him, catching up quick enough, and fell into pace beside him.

“So you really want to go with Noah?”

Darcy shrugged.

“It could be fun. Sure, I hadn’t exactly wanted him to ask me, but it’s not the end of the world if I go to homecoming with a guy I don’t have a crush on.”

Cove kicked a rock in his path.

“I guess I don’t get it. I wouldn’t want to have my first date be just anybody.”

Darcy bit her tongue. It wasn’t like Noah was just anybody, Darcy could maybe even consider him a friend. She realized that didn’t really make a difference for Cove, or, at least, that’s not what he meant. She still wasn’t sure why it mattered so much what she did, though.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset,” Darcy said.

“I’m not upset, I just-” Cove shoved his hands into his pockets. “It’s gonna be weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Like you’ll be on a date, and I’ll just be there, or to the side or something.”

“I didn’t know you were planning on going.”

“Of course I was gonna go. I mean, you’re going.”

Though his sentiment shot an arrow through her heart, Darcy couldn’t help but laugh a little. Cove’s head tilted to the side.

“That doesn’t mean you have to go,” Darcy explained. “We don’t have to do everything together.”

“You’re right, I just-” Cove shook his head, tousling his seafoam hair. It’s gotten really long now, almost past his shoulders, and it takes everything in Darcy not to touch it.

“It’s alright, Cove, whether you go or not is up to you.”

“Thanks.” Cove’s lips titled at the corners, grateful for Darcy’s acceptance. “I’ll have to think about it, I guess.”

“Well, cool. If you do end up going, we’ll still be able to hang out, you know. I wouldn’t make you a third wheel.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They stepped off of the paved street onto the dunes, the sound of their footsteps became slightly muffled in the sand. Gentle winds blew off of the ocean, filling the air around them with that familiar salty smell. They spent a little more of their afternoon together wandering the shore, the conversation moving to more enjoyable topics. For a little while, Darcy was even able to forget how strange things had been between them the majority of the day.

***

The week and a half leading up to the homecoming dance were almost a blur. During their time in Art class, Darcy and Noah would go over the things that they needed to decide for their upcoming date. Elizabeth had already received permission to use the family car, so she would be handling the transportation. On her shopping trip with Elizabeth, Darcy had picked out a pretty blue cocktail dress with tulle and purple accents, and Noah was planning on borrowing a blue tie from his dad.

Elizabeth and Darcy had spent the late afternoon with a little sisterly bonding time, helping each other with their hair and makeup. Elizabeth had picked a lovely sunset orange chiffon dress that flowed down to just above her knees. It was interesting to see their different tastes, which ultimately complimented each other. Darcy felt grateful to have the chance to have an older sister like Elizabeth to help her through all of these new things. Even though Elizabeth didn’t have much experience with dates, she had enough secondary experience through her friends that she would use every now and then to offer kind advice to Darcy.

“Aw, look at you two!” Ma cooed as they came downstairs.

Darcy blushed at her mother’s attention. Though, she had to admit she felt nice dressing up.

“Be careful tonight, girls. I’d like for the car to make it back in one piece,” Mom told them with a playful sternness, deep brown eyes glinting with mischief.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes.

“I’m very responsible, Mom.”

After the minimum amount of hugs and coddling, Darcy and Elizabeth were finally able to escape their mothers’ clutches. They were heading down the road to pick up Noah before they knew it. Darcy felt a little odd going to a school event without Cove there, but she reminded herself of all the fun that she could still have.

Picking up Noah was another love fest, though his parents were more reserved. They just took a couple of pictures before sending the kids on their way. Darcy had been a little nervous meeting Noah’s parents on what was technically their first date. They had been nice, though, Darcy could see how Noah had become such a nice guy.

They took their pre-homecoming party to a restaurant. Though there would be food provided at the dance, Elizabeth had explained that it was more snack-oriented than meal-worthy. Darcy ate what she could, though with Noah around this felt a bit more nerve wracking. Being on a date was hard, especially when she still wasn’t sure what was acceptable given her lack of experience, and her general romantic disinterest in Noah. He had given her a corsage to match his before they had taken pictures, and something about it had felt so weird. He seemed really excited, though, so she had held her tongue before spewing any nervous jokes.

The meal was nice, Elizabeth and Noah held the conversation up mostly. Darcy joined in when she felt that she had something to contribute, but there was nothing about the situation that felt immediately pressing to her. She was more focused on getting to the dance and meeting up with her friends.

By 7 o’clock, the dance had already been going for a little while. Elizabeth had announced that they had reached the point where they could show up “fashionably late.” Darcy had never really understood the expression, but agreed nonetheless, if not a little because she was ready to reach a point in the night where it felt like she wasn’t on a date with a boy and her sister.

After arriving at the gymnasium where the dance would be held, Elizabeth quickly ditched Darcy and her date to join her friends. Noah looked to Darcy.

“How about we find Miranda?” Darcy asked, but didn’t wait for Noah’s answer.

Searching through the crowd was easy, their school wasn’t very big, and Miranda’s curly, red hair was easy to spot, even in the dim light. Miranda was off to the side, near the tables, talking to a lanky person with dark skin and poofy hair dressed in black slacks and a white button up.

“Hey! Miranda!” Darcy couldn’t hide her relief to see her.

“Hey, Darcy… Hey, Noah.” Miranda shyly smiled.

Miranda was dressed in a sweet pink dress fashioned similarly to Darcy’s, with cutesy rhinestones around the sweetheart neckline. The person with her reached out to wrap an arm around Darcy.

“Hi, I’m Terri!” she exclaimed. “Take a look at this party!”

It wasn’t much of a party, Darcy noted. The music was a little dated, and the only people dancing were a few couples, and groups of much more outgoing kids that had no lack of energy. Terri seemed excited, though, so maybe Darcy was just missing out on something. Darcy chatted with Miranda, Noah, and Terri for a while. They had laughs, ate some food, and jokingly danced to some of the sillier songs. Eventually, the music shifted to something slower. Darcy hesitantly looked to Noah to see him already looking at her.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked, casually extending a hand to her.

Darcy just nodded, taking his hand. Noah led her out to the floor, and they swayed to the music. The lights were dim. Usually the gymnasium would be lit by the fluorescents hung on the high ceiling, but those were turned off, and instead the large room was lit by string lights rounding the floor and some floodlights pointed toward the garland covered walls. Noah looked handsome with his dark hair gelled and styled, in the crisp white button up and surprisingly classy second-hand tie. He was gentle, one hand on Darcy’s hip while the other lightly grasped her hand. Still, Darcy felt at this moment that something was amiss.

Everything was technically right, she was here at the dance with a nice, handsome boy, and he had been nothing but welcoming and polite all evening. She felt confident in her outfit, her makeup, and her carefully styled hair. Her friends were here, merely yards away, laughing and having a good time. The music was sweet enough, something that you could expect from a DJ hired by a small-town high school. Noah wasn’t even that bad at dancing.

After some thought, Darcy realized that there wasn’t anything all too bad about dancing here with Noah. He looked up at her with soft brown eyes and a kind smile, and he had always been oh-so sweet. She could do this again, she thought. It couldn’t hurt. Nice food, fancy clothes, and popular music weren’t all that bad. It was fun. She smiled to herself, realizing that her very first date had been a success, no running away involved.

As the song started to reach its end, Darcy had thoroughly convinced herself that there was nothing to be worried about. She was still looking at Noah, and he was looking at her. It took her a moment as the music swelled to realize that his face was coming closer to hers, and his eyes were slowly closing. At first, Darcy didn’t know what to do, but then she realized what was happening. A kiss. That would certainly top the pleasant night off. It would be her first, but she doubted that Noah didn’t realize that fact. Maybe it would be his first kiss, too. Plenty of people had first kisses at school dances while slow dancing with people that they liked well enough, right?

Darcy didn’t pull away or lean into it, but allowed Noah to pull her into the kiss, slowly closing her eyes and tilting her head down. It was light, barely a peck. She hardly even realized it began before it was already over. With her eyes still closed, she heard Noah chuckle a little. Darcy’s eyes fluttered open, feeling a little confusion.

“This has been really nice, Darcy,” Noah said. “Your sister is pretty funny.”

Darcy swallowed, nodding.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he whispered, a sentiment meant to lie solely between the two of them.

“Thank you for asking me.”

Darcy ducked her head, staring down at her feet. Noah chuckled again.

“I wanted to. I really like you.”

Darcy swallowed, feeling a little guilty. Why should she feel guilty, though? A part of her wondered. It’s not as if she can help who she likes.

“Thank you,” she said again, not wanting to put in the effort of saying anything she didn’t really mean.

The song ended, and changed to something a little more upbeat. Darcy felt like she wanted nothing more than to get away from this situation.

“I’m gonna, uh… I need to go to the restroom,” she said, and Noah just nodded.

“No problem, I’ll be here.”

Darcy scuttled away, hoping that she didn’t look too eager to escape the situation. She ducked into the women’s room, which was populated with lots of girls, some were reapplying makeup, while others were tearfully being consoled by her friends. Darcy locked herself in an open stall and sat on the toilet, burying her head in her hands.

She’d just had her first kiss. With Noah. Darcy had her first kiss, and she was still on her first date at her first high school dance, all with a boy that she just thought was alright. It all had happened so fast, and she didn’t really know what to make of it. There was a part of her that enjoyed the attention she had been given, a sweet boy coming in attempting to sweep her off her feet. Those quintessential high school moments. The other part of her just felt disappointed. At this point, she just wished it could have been Cove. That’s what she had always imagined, some silly yet sweet grand gesture from Cove asking her to the dance. Being picked up from her house by Cove and her moms teasingly taking pictures of them on the stairway of her house. Cove getting yet another chance to ask her to dance, and them getting lost in the moment like they had at that summer soiree that felt like so long ago. Cove shyly leaning in to kiss her after deliberating all night if he should.

Before she knew it, Darcy had tears streaming down her face. If only she hadn’t said yes to Noah. If only she had convinced Cove to come to the dance. If only she had the courage to even tell Cove how she really felt. This all could have been different. It could have felt right. Even if it wasn’t perfect, even if Cove hadn’t wanted to be her date, it still would have been better.

Darcy didn’t allow herself to sit there crying on the toilet for long, dabbing at her eyes with toilet paper and flushing it down. She took a deep breath and exited, washing her hands. The bathroom door opened, and she wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t immediately questioned by Elizabeth.

“Darcy, are you okay?” she asked.

Darcy pulled her lips into a weak half smile.

“Yeah, everything’s good.”

Elizabeth’s brows furrowed tighter, and she had a look on her face that said “don’t bullshit me.” Darcy broke.

“I just want to go home,” Darcy admitted. “But I don’t want to hurt Noah’s feelings.”

Elizabeth didn’t say anything else, and only tugged Darcy along by her hand. They exited the bathroom, and Elizabeth made a beeline to Noah.

“Hey, I’m feeling pretty wiped out. I think it’s time to head home,” Elizabeth said to Noah, who was in the middle of a conversation with another boy.

“Oh, okay,” Noah said.

Noah said goodbye to his friend, and Darcy stopped to say goodbye to Miranda and Terri on her way out as well. If Noah thought that it was strange that they were leaving early, he didn’t show it. Darcy felt grateful to Elizabeth that she had shouldered the guilt of heading out before 9. What would she have done if Elizabeth hadn’t come in when she did? Darcy was sure she would have suffered through the rest of the night silently, only more reason to be happy that her sister was there.

Darcy took the front seat on the ride home, and Elizabeth joked about keeping the party going when she turned the radio up loud. Darcy wasn’t sure how Elizabeth did it, but she had successfully erased any awkwardness from ending the night. Soon enough, they had dropped Noah off at his house, and it was just Darcy and her sister alone in the car. Elizabeth managed to pick up on the fact that Darcy didn’t feel like talking, so she left the music blaring, singing along to some of their favorites in a hilarious, obnoxious way. It had even managed to lift Darcy’s spirits, who joined in on the pitiful, energy filled renditions.

After a little while, Elizabeth pulled in to park at their house. The living room lights were still on, and Darcy dreaded the idea of walking into her mothers’ well-meaning interrogation about how the night had gone.

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk,” Darcy said to Elizabeth as she shifted the car into park.

“Okay, I’ll handle moms while you’re gone,” Elizabeth joked. “Just don’t stay out too long, you know how they worry.”

Darcy nodded, and ducked out of the family car. She walked to the hill behind her house. It was a habit that Darcy shared with Cove; anytime she needed to think or be alone, she would walk out to the poppy hill, even when the flowers were out of season. Something about being there in the evening, when the stars were out and the night wind tousled her dark hair, helped her ground herself. However, she hadn’t expected to see Cove out there tonight. When she looked out at the crest of the hill to see him sitting, staring at the endless ocean, she felt that this was exactly what she needed.

“Hey,” she said, taking a seat next to Cove on the grass.

“Oh, you’re back.”

“Yeah, I wanted to come home and Elizabeth covered for me.”

“Oh… okay.”

They sat there for a moment, breathing in the ocean air and taking in the night sky.

“I had my first kiss.”

She didn’t need to look at Cove to tell that he was shocked.

“Oh, wow. That’s uh- cool, I guess.”

“I didn’t really want to, it just… happened.”

“I’m sorry.”

Something about that shocked Darcy. What is there to feel bad about? She was sure that plenty of people probably regretted their first kiss, even if they wanted to do it. She decided to clarify, she didn’t want Cove to be angry at Noah or anything.

“It’s not like I didn’t want to. I mean- Noah didn’t make me. I just didn’t… I hadn’t thought it would happen and then, well, it did.”

Cove hummed, seeming to understand what Darcy meant.

“It was weird without you,” Darcy said, then cursed herself about how that sounded. “Not the kiss- um, the dance. It was weird not having you there.”

“Yeah- I kinda wished I had gone, too. Once it got here, I got worried about what I might be missing.”

“It wasn’t much. The gym was decorated, Miranda was there, there were snacks.”

“The event of the season,” Cove joked.

Darcy laughed, but it was hollow.

“Yeah, I… I don’t know. It was cool, except for the whole date part.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I liked it. It was kind of exciting before. Thinking about how it would be my first date. Then it was actually happening and it was clear that Noah liked me a lot more than I liked him, or he just liked me differently, you know?”

Cove nodded.

“When we were dancing it was just weird, and after we kissed I just wanted to get away. I understand why you ran away at the soiree.”

“That was different, though.”

“I know it was. I just meant that I get it. Things just all come crashing down and then you realize you’re really there and it’s a date and… expectations.”

Cove didn’t say anything. Darcy laid back and stared at the stars. She picked out Andromeda in the sky. Darcy didn’t think much of the silence, but turned to look at Cove to see he was staring at her, his lips drawn into a taut line. She raised her eyebrow, and Cove took a deep breath before explaining.

“You look… nice. The blue is pretty.”

Darcy blushed and looked away, intent on finding Cassiopeia in the night sky that stretched above them.

“Thanks,” she uttered with some effort.

“I’m sorry that tonight was so hard for you. I wish I could’ve been there to make things easier.”

“That’s alright, there’s always next time.”

“Yeah, next time we can go together. And the time after that, and- and all the times. If you want- I mean. If you don’t have a date you really wanna go with,” Cove breathlessly explained. “I guess I just wanna say that I’ll be there for you. Whenever- always.”

Darcy felt overwhelmed with emotion. How could Cove go and say something so sweet like it was nothing? She shot up and wrapped her arms around Cove, squeezing him into a tight hug.

“I love you so much,” she cried. “You’re the best friend a girl could have.”

Cove laughed after recovering the breath she’d knocked out of him and returned the hug.

“It’s okay, Darcy. You’re my best friend, I always wanna help.”

Darcy felt tears prick at her eyes, and she squeezed Cove a little tighter before releasing him from the embrace. They laid back and stared at the stars together, Darcy pointing each constellation to Cove like she probably had a million times. Although the wind was chilly, the hill felt warm that night.

#our life beginnings & always #cove holden #our life oc #cove holden x oc #hanastrodel.oc #hanastrodel.olba #hanastrodel.fic

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It's no problem at all and thank you so much or saying that. And I can’t blame you for getting sidetracked with a lot of thing sine I have been known to get that as well and it is also one of the reasons it took me so long to even write all of that previous message out. I really am and I’m really looking forward to seeing what the next chapter has to bring. I’ve seen some spoilers of it and am curious to see it all together in English. I’ve already told my friend about it so hopefully she’ll also watch it one day, though I’ not sure whether she’ll read the manga because she doesn’t have that much time but hopefully she will. I’ve spammed her with picture of Mikuni and she likes his design so hopefully one day.

And I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts. Damn, 500. That’s seriously so much. But it is good that it will help in keeping the blog going for the months to come. It’s cool. What’s important is that you enjoy writing them and even though I have blocked your avalanche of spice tag, I’m looking forward to anything else you’ll give us, be it unrequested or requested. I see, that makes sense and then you don’t have to face any kind of filler while consuming Black Butler. Me too. Feel free to share your thoughts about it with me when the time comes. I see. I also have that sometimes with actors and I’ll just be looking at them on the screen, hoping to remember their name or where I saw them before and if I can’t remember, I’ll just IMDB them. Thank you so much. And that they most definitely do.

Oh, I see, that makes sense and I love that your replies can go overboard because of that. Yeah. I just had the problem of adding short text message after text message to her and it was just a bit much to her to respond to all of those texts (since we talk in WhatsApp and we usually reply to the text itself, one after another) when she did respond so now I’m trying to do a maximum of 10 messages per go (unless images are involved but I still try to keep it to a small amount). But thank you so much for saying that 😭 Yeah, the chapter really was. Like it concentrated on my favourite team after a big important match and I just loved seeing the interact and everything. Well, I had actually already kind of seen them grown up before since the last non-special chapter has a scene of various characters in the future and even after that there’s a special chapter with that semi-fave boy in the future but not like this. Like the clothes that he wore in the previous post-timeskip chapters and the clothes he wears here are so different. That was actually was I was talking about with my friend so it’s like even though I’ve seen him as a grown-up before, not like that and it’s really nice. Not only that but his smile and what he said was so great and you bet I cried. Not only then but like while reading the whole chapter. I don’t actually know when I started crying but seeing him there at the end really does make me so happy and I now often just check that picture out because even in the anime, you can’t help but love that smile. It’s just so gentle 😭 (though what he says is so teasing and I absolutely love it). Could I send you the picture? I’ll take what he says out so it’s absolutely non-spoilery and the only spoiler thing is how he turns out as a 29 year old but yeah, just can’t help but ask. And yeah, I actually already know what they became because of the last non-special chapter and even though I never thought about what they’d become, it all makes sense and you bet I’m proud of them, all of them, for where they ended up. Though the author did give a bit of extra info on that guy for him in the future and I’m still absolutely here for it. People want him and I love it (I don’t know how else to word it without giving you spoilers but it’s nothing weird, I promise). And of course 💕 Your Ever Young plan makes sense.

That’s great to hear 😄 Oh, so you’re almost there, nice. And that’s amazing to hear about the Nanbaka manga. I hope all chapters are great quality and that the story’s good. The Discord I’m in is at chapter 224 so we’re quite a bit behind but I love the way it’s translated so I’ll stay with that for that.

That makes sense. I also recently had to do that for something else that I can talk to you about in the DMs if you want. But that does sound annoying, damn. Yeah, the fogging up is also annoying. And I’m so sorry to hear that. I hope you still get to rest plenty and that you have a speedy recovery.

As a seasoned AO3 poster, I’ll give you the basis of what I know sine I am someone who does tend to put my story first into the HTML window. Though I’ll also say that you can put your story into the ‘Rich Text’ window and work with that, since you can easily align your text in there and you can select that you want to italicise it or bold it or something like that. I just like italicising my story in the HTML window since for me, it’s quite easy to type the right thing at the beginning and end of what’s supposed to be italicised (<i> at the beginning and you close it off with </i>). I also recently learned (at least I think that’s the case) that you can’t do superscript in the rich text bit so if you want to do that it’s <sup> at the beginning and </sup> at the end. Though there is the danger that your text will become like one block in the writing thing if you go from one section to another so I always click on the ‘Preview’ button, then go back to editing and then go to the other section. Hope this is clear and helps in some kind of way. Gods, just the thought of all those sounds is killing me so I totally understand. If I have to, I can shut out unpleasant noises while I’m in the zone but yeah, music isn’t unpleasant and I wouldn’t want to shut it out so I rather just write with the hum of my computer as the only constant noise. Thank you.

Of course 😊 Thanks for understanding whenever I get sidetracked! Like I said, I always wish there were just a couple more hours in the day so that I’d have extra time to do all the things I need to do and then more of the things I want to do, haha. Don’t even worry about taking long to reply to our messages! They’re always lengthy so I expect delayed responses because of that, especially since everyone has their own lives and stuff going on. And I’m really so intrigued by what’s going to be revealed in the next couple chapters – I’ve been good about avoiding Servamp spoilers past Chapter 134…I have my theories about some things but I’m hoping for quick translations of the rest so that I can see if those theories are right, because if they are, good god will that be a nicely done twist. And I hope your friend gets around to checking it out! The art in the manga really is beautiful and like I mentioned, I screenshot a lot of mangacaps every time I read something and go and look at several of my favourites when I have sad moments. I picked a couple that are relatively non-spoilery, ones that really speak to the theming of the story, just in case seeing the art and characters makes any of my lovely readers more likely to go and check it out!

I’m always so flattered whenever someone says they’re looking forward to hearing me ramble about things so thank you so much for that. And yeah, I’m really so flattered and happy that the event was such a hit this time and I’m hoping everyone is finding the queue as useful and enjoyable as I am. I’m keeping it at one a day just because I’m barely writing at the moment, all caught up in rereads and such, but the queue is currently at about two months, so I can relax and do stuff like that without any worries about not being active enough on here for you lovely readers 😊 And that is a load off my shoulders and results in a much happier Dee. When I am writing though, I’m really enjoying doing so, because there’s a great variety of characters, fandoms, and genres to write because I included and distributed the unused fandoms evenly amongst all my fandoms and the characters. I hadn’t thought about the fillers I’ll be avoiding that way but you are right and now I’m even more sure about going manga. Some filler is fun but some is…awful, if I’m to be truly honest. And I definitely will share my thoughts when I get to that point in the rereads. I’m just about to finish up the last five chapters in Dogs: Bullets & Carnage today and then because I’ve hit two really heavy series back to back, I’m taking a nice break and reading through Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun! I’ve been doing great – once I finish Dogs, that makes five fandoms I reread/caught up on the source material for!

Ah, as always, it’s a relief to hear people enjoy my absolute novels that I write to them, haha! I textwall like a bugger, but at the same time, you lovely readers are all so fascinating and fun and interesting to talk to, how can I not! And I’ve never used WhatsApp but I can get that getting textwalled via text can be a little harder to keep up with in comparison to getting textwalled in say, the tumblr dm’ing system or via email. But I can also imagine that WhatsApp is a lot better about word counts and image sharing! And I’m so glad to hear that the special Haikyuu!! chapter was all that you had wanted it to be. (Side note but I’m so upset – the Haikyuu!! manga disappeared from my manga reading app so looks like unfortunately I’m going to have to go anime only on that one, though I prefer reading). And that’s so cool, that the series gives time and space to see these characters grown up. I find a lot of sports manga is honestly really good about things like that, because we are all always so curious to see what our favourite teenagers will grow up into. Ooh, did his fashion choices get better, worse, or just really different? I’m just so glad that it gave you extra for a character you adore so much and I know that his smile really makes you happy so yay 😊 Please, of course feel free to send through the pictures, especially since you’re willing to take out the text so I don’t get spoiled. It really does warm my heart when people are willing to take in consideration spoilers and such because unfortunately, though I love my friends dearly, not all of them are so careful about spoilers haha.

I can completely get sticking with the translation you prefer, so I’m glad it’s got at least that many chapters for Nanbaka and I’ll be careful, when I get to Nanbaka and catch up on it, that I don’t spoil anything past that point for you! The quality should be good, I’m hoping, and my favourite thing about my manga app is that it, by default, takes the images down to medium quality (good enough to read but not high-res images) but if I want, I can go and set the pages to be a higher resolution, which really helps for chapters where the images are grainy in medium res. And please go ahead and talk to me about anything in the dm’s! You have me curious. And thank you for the well-wishes. Unfortunately, I’m an absolute moron and I smoke, so colds tend to hang around longer than they would otherwise, but I’m healing up really well. And thank you so much for the run-down on AO3 posting! That’s very helpful to know and having a preview feature will really be a godsend for me. I was super worried I’d post and then have to go back and edit a million and one times to fix anything that didn’t look right. And I don’t mind HTML, I just always struggle with the paragraphs and breaks in HTML a little but it’s good to know that 😊 And it’s always lovely that everyone writes in such different ways and is an interesting thing for me. What about any of you lovely readers out there, on top of C? Is there anything you listen to while writing or any writing habits you have – things you need in front of you, areas you need to be, etc?

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Spent Confessions

Summary: Confessions slip out when you're coming down from an amazing high

Pairing: Sero Hanta x black!fem!reader

Warnings: best friends to lovers, lots of fluff, little bit of angst, sero has a nightmare, idiots to lovers kinda, jealousy, partying, suggestiveness, mentions of male masturbation, nipple play, food play (kinda), face-sitting, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, denki being annoying at the end (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 11,260

A/N: This has been in the drafts since I made this blog 💀 and atp, I'm just gonna say that I can't write anything short 🙃. Also, yes this is self-indulgent and me projecting HEAVILY once again, and I am still pushing the Sero agenda bc he deserves the world

You don't think there are enough words in the English language to describe Sero Hanta. He's your best friend, the most annoying and infuriating person on Earth, and probably the hottest guy you've known. You remember when you first met him, sitting in the back of one of your classes, and out of all of the seats, he choose to sit in the one next to yours.

The class wasn't very big, so there were a lot of open seats, but he sat down next to you, and it formed the friendship that you have now. Although friendship is a complicated word to use to describe your relationship with Sero. He flirts with you all of the time, he's been doing it since you met, but the changes he's been through have slowly started to cause the flirtatious talk to make you feel something.

Compared to freshman year, he's a different person. He's still on the lanky side, but he's bulked up, something you easily noticed since he always parades around your place shirtless. He's gotten a few tattoos, one that runs down his arm, some meaningful words down his neck right below his ear. Even getting another one snaking down his calf on a whim.

He lost a dare and ended up getting his tongue pierced, which he didn't have to do and you wished he didn't because it only makes matters worse for you. And you always catch your eyes staring at the gold chain he wears, quickly diverting your eyes when you suddenly find yourself thinking about not-so-nice things about it.

He's gotten more confident, and so have you, but that confidence hasn't gone unnoticed to anyone. Especially all of the girls on campus. You know, you're a girl yourself, but his confidence and the way he carries himself just drips that he's amazing in bed. You wouldn't know of course, and you don't even know if he's actually slept with anyone. He's never told you about any of that kind of stuff, and it makes you feel a certain type of way.

You're convinced, or you've convinced yourself that he'll never see you as anything more than a friend, and it puts a pit in your stomach when you think about it too much. You're certain that he's out of your league, and even though he continues to flirt with you, the way he interacts with other girls is different from the way he interacts with you, so you've come to the conclusion that he's not actually into you.

You try not to mind it too much. Not everything is bound to happen like a cliché. This just isn't the story where you and your best friend fall for each other. After knowing him and feeling this way about him for so long, those feelings have sort of been numbed. They don't really affect you anymore, but every now and then, they'll creep up, and you have to go through the phase of pushing them back down again.

Your friends constantly tease you both about your relationship, but you always deny it, pretty adamantly on your part. Because he obviously doesn't and never will like you that way. What they tease you about is basically impossible and never going to happen.

It's another movie night at Mina's place, the usual gang already there when you and Sero arrive. Sero immediately pulls you to the love seat facing perpendicular to the couch, the furniture being just big enough to fit the both of you, but that means that you're practically sitting on top of him.

He wraps his arm around you, using the other hand to scroll through his phone as he listens to everyone discuss what movie they should all watch. Sometimes you find yourself glancing at the screen, but you're always worried that you're going to see something that'll just further prove that he doesn't feel the same way, so you will yourself to look at anything else. You let your head fall back on him, smiling as you watch your friends interact.

"What're you laughing at?" he whispers, nudging you, and you look up, not even fazed at how close he is to your face right now. He has a smile on his face, and it makes you smile wider.

"Them," you say, nodding your head in the direction of Denki and Mina who are passionately arguing their movie choices. "I don't know why they can't ever decide."

You look away from him, but he keeps his eyes on you, watching as you laugh at something Mina says, and he nudges you again, making you look at him. "What?"

"I like when you laugh," he says, and you roll your eyes.

"That's because you make fun of it," you counter.

"It's because you look pretty when you laugh." You squint at him as you shake your head. He always manages to make you so flustered when he drops that shit on you. It makes you want to punch him or kiss him. Or both.

"Hey, lovebirds." You both tear your attention away from each other, your heads turning towards Denki at the same time. "You guys are the deciding votes." Denki holds up the movies in his hands, and Sero responds with a shrug.

"I'll watch whatever she wants." Denki rolls his eyes.

"The usual response," he sighs. "It's up to you, y/n."

"I'm not in the mood for a rom-com tonight," you offer, and Denki cries out in triumph as your pink-haired friend rolls her eyes. "I got you next time, Mina." She waves you off, and you giggle quietly as you make yourself more comfortable against Sero.

Denki turns the lights off after he puts in the movie, and Sero locks his phone as he looks at the TV. He starts rubbing your shoulder softly and laying on him alone always makes you sleepy, feeling your eyes slipping closed.

"And then she's gonna fall asleep on her boyfriend."

You flip Mina off, keeping your eyes closed. "I can still hear you." You try to keep your eyes open as long as you can, but it's no use, and you find yourself slipping into sleep. Sero notices, and he grabs your legs, pulling them up to the point where you're curled up on top of him.

"I don't know why you won't ask her out yet," Jirou says, watching Sero plant a kiss on your forehead after making sure you didn't wake up. "Your feelings for her are just blatant at this point."

"Were you saying something?" Sero muses, looking up, and everyone collectively rolls their eyes. His feelings for you is something that's been there since he's met you, but he's never had the courage to actually say anything. And what he has with you know is something he doesn't want to try and mess up. He also doesn't want to say anything when it's so obvious that you don't feel the same way.

"Don't you actually have a place to live? Why do you keep coming over here?" you question as Sero lets himself in when you step to the side. You close the door as he flops down onto the couch, and he rests one of his hands under his head as he shrugs.

"Because messing with you is fun." You blink plainly at him before going back to what you were doing. You were doing your homework on the floor, finding some sudden motivation, so you stayed down there, switching positions whenever your ass started to hurt or whenever some part of your body fell asleep.

You lay down on your stomach, writing some more notes as your attention occasionally flits to the TV. Hanta's attention goes from his phone to the TV also, and his eyes will go to you at some point when he's changing in between the two. You chew on the pen in your mouth softly as you look over the textbook and then back at your notes, and he lets his eyes roam down your body.

He smirks when he realizes that the sweatshirt you're wearing is his, the way it looks on you obvious that it's not your size, and he notices the fuzzy socks you're wearing are the ones that he got you a while ago. He lets his eyes drag up your legs, and his phone screen goes black as his eyes land on your ass.

Well, they wouldn't land on it if you weren't wearing those shorts that you always seem to be wearing every time he comes over here, but they've ridden up, exposing the skin to him, and he sighs slowly, pulling his lip into his mouth as his mind starts to run.

"You like what you see?" His eyes snap to yours instantly, and you huff as you raise an eyebrow at him. "My eyes are up here, Hanta."

"What can I say?" he says, holding his hand up that was resting on his chest. "It's a nice ass." You scoff as you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you look back down at your work.

You hear him shuffle on the couch, but you don't look, and you suddenly hear him near you. You look over your shoulder, seeing that he's hovering over you, and before you can move, he lets his weight fall on top of you. You groan as you try to get him off of you, and he realizes his mistake.

His dick is snug against your ass, and he can feel everything as you squirm under him, doing everything you can to try and get him off of you. The laugh he has in his throat dies down quickly as he instantly changes your position, rolling you both over, effectively missing all of your stuff.

He wraps an arm around your waist, caging you against him. This position isn't really any better, but you're not moving anymore, much to his relief. "I was working," you chide, and you feel him huff, resting his chin lightly on your head.

"You needed a break," he decides, and you know that you can't argue with him, choosing to elbow him softly in the ribs instead. He slides his hand under the sweatshirt, and he feels you shiver as he traces light circles on your side with his fingers.

He grabs a pillow from the couch, having you lift your head up so that he can put it under, and you let your head fall back down as you start to relax a bit more. You're in and out of the show that's on, mostly focusing on the warmth Hanta's providing as his legs tangles with yours.

"Your hair smells nice," he says randomly, making you snort quietly. "You using new stuff?"

"Yeah, I got some new leave-in conditioner," you inform, and you move your head slightly when you hear him inhale deeply. "Stop it," you laugh, and you start to laugh a little louder when you feel his nose trailing down the side of your face and into your neck.

He can't help but do the same, keeping his arm tight around you, keeping you from moving, his nose tickling your neck. "You always smell so good," he breathes, and you try to shake him off.

"I would hope so. It would be bad if I didn't," you say, still laughing because he hasn't stopped. "Hanta, stop." You're laughing around the words, and he doesn't want to because your laugh sounds like music to his ears. "Why are you being weird?"

"Because you love it." It doesn't take you much to admit that, in your head of course, and he eventually stops, giving you a chance to breathe, but he keeps his nose buried in your neck, the soft puffs of his breath starting to make your neck clammy, but you can't bring yourself to care.

His breathing starts to lull you to sleep, and he grabs your hand when it starts to fall away from his, wrapping his around yours as he starts to fall asleep too.

Sero wakes up with a startled groan at the sounds of loud voices, careful not to move too much so that he doesn't wake you up. "Shut the fuck up!" he spits lowly, and you don't really move. "Damn." He blinks as he adjusts his eyes, seeing his friends coming into view, Mina swinging her spare key to your place around her fingers.

"You look comfy," she teases, and he rolls his eyes, peering over you to see if you're still sleeping.

"What are you doing here?" he questions, not moving from you.

"What are you doing here?" Denki counters and Sero just rolls his eyes. "We were going to ask y/n if she wanted to go to a party tonight, but she's clearly busy doing something else." You start to wake up, subconsciously moving further into Sero.

"What're you guys doing here?" you ask, yawning softly, but you stay in the same position.

"I was gonna ask you about that party tonight." Much to Sero's happiness, you immediately shake your head.

"I'll pass," you mumble, and you turn over, snuggling into Hanta, and he smirks at your friends as he pulls you into him.

"You guys are so gross," Denki groans. "Why does she like you more than us?" he whines, and Mina rolls her eyes, pushing Denki out of the door.

"Nope. Since you ditched me, you have to come to this one." You look up from your phone, looking at Mina over it. "And it's a pool party. Who doesn't love those?"

Your face doesn't change as you look at her, and when you roll your eyes, she knows you're giving in. Parties aren't necessarily your thing, that's usually the case when Sero's there as well. You can't help but find him amongst the group of people, seeing him leaning against the wall as he talks to some girl about who knows what.

You wish that it could be you in a way, and you know that it'll never happen, but it doesn't stop you from dreaming about it. Mina practically has to drag you to the party, taking you through the house and to the massive pool in the back. Your eyebrows raise as your eyes take in the scene, seeing people everywhere, but you really can't get over the pool.

Mina finds a chair that you can drop your stuff at, and you slip the oversized t-shirt you have on before you put sunscreen on because the sun rays are already strong on your body the moment you take it off.

You don't really know anyone here, seeing a handful of people that you've met in passing, but you do notice Sero, who's standing on the side of the pool, talking to a guy, and you can't help but take him in. The trunks he's wearing hug his thighs so well, every flex of the muscle easily seen through them, and you don't know if you'd be able to handle what they look like when they're soaking wet.

He's not wearing a shirt, and you watch his biceps flex with every movement, the chain shining in the sun as it dangles in between his pecs. You have to physically turn yourself in another direction to peel your eyes from him, trying to pay attention to what Mina's saying. You curl your hand on the side of your face as a barrier so that you don't give in to look at him. He looks fucking hot, but you're pretty sure every girl here is thinking that.

You lay back on the chair, putting your sunglasses on. You hear Mina leave, but you don't really care, opting to just listen to the music playing through the speakers. Sero finding you on the other side of the pool is a surprise that makes him laugh because he's pretty sure you're here because Mina made you come.

He's talking to one of his friends, catching up with him after not seeing him for a while, and he looks around while he speaks, his eyes doing a double-take when he sees you on the opposite side of the pool. He doesn't look for long, turning his attention back to the guy in front of him, but he looks over at you again, and he stops talking in the middle of his sentence.

It seems like you take the oversized shirt you're wearing off in slow motion. His eyes are on every part of you, and he can't look away. The only thing that gets him out of it is his friend talking again.

"Damn, she's pretty hot." More like it was what he said that made Sero snap his head towards him. And did he say, friend? More like an acquaintance that he talks to every now and then. "You know her?"

The guy's attention is now on you, his gaze following Sero's, and Hanta sighs as he crosses his arms. "Yeah," he says reluctantly.

"She single?" Sero can't help the jealously that courses through him, looking off to the side and back at you before he answers.

"I dunno," he responds quietly. He watches you lay down on the chair, and luckily another guy comes up to talk to the both of them, dropping the subject of you for a time.

He keeps an eye on the guy for a while, making sure that he doesn't make his way over to the other side of the pool, but to his shock, someone's already beating the guy to the punch. Mina's gone, and you're standing, talking to some asshat that's not him. He knows he doesn't have the right, but he can't help but excuse himself from the conversation and make a b-line towards you.

From what can hear as he gets closer, you're not really falling for the guy's charm, Sero rolling his eyes at the overused lines he's saying. When he gets to you, he throws an arm around your shoulders, and he can't help but smile when you relax once you see who it is.

"Hey, baby, I was looking for you," he says, and the guy freezes, looking between the two of you. "I was telling everybody about how we're the chicken champions," he adds.

"Oh, are you together?" And Sero fights the urge to roll his eyes as he moves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head.

"What d'ya think, genius?" Sero teases, and his arms shift subtly, tightening around you, it goes missed by you, but he smirks as he raises his eyebrow, daring the guy to say something.

The guy huffs softly, and he leaves, much to Sero's amusement. You sigh loudly, turning around in his arms. "I thought he would never leave," you say, relieved.

"You're welcome," he muses, and he starts pulling you towards the pool.

"You didn't actually tell people that we were the chicken champions, did you?" And you groan when he gives you a smile, making you roll your eyes. Of course, he didn't tell people that, but it's funny to see your reaction.

He somehow managed to find a handful of people that actually wanted to play, and the pool wasn't that crowded. He slides into the water, crouching a little to let you move onto his shoulders. Did he come up with this just so he could feel your thighs wrapped around his head? Maybe.

But that's not important.

Turns out he wasn't bluffing; all of the people that challenged you actually ended up losing. Soon, the whole party was crowded around you two like a boxing ring, more people daring to go up against you two. To say Sero was in heaven would be an understatement.

He started to find himself enjoying when the person would push you a little too hard because your thighs would tighten around him, and if he could live the rest of his life in this position, he would take it up in a heartbeat. He has a pretty good strategy, making himself a good foundation so that if anyone pushed, there would barely be any recoil.

You both also figured out to use the opponents' strength against them, practically having them bounce off of you, causing either one or both of them to fall. Every victory resulted in massive cheers, you and Sero holding your hands up as you both shout in triumph. It actually gets to the point where no one else wants to go up against you because they know there's no point.

You scream when he falls backward, both of you going under, and he pulls you up. You wipe the water out of your face before you start swinging at him, and he blocks all of your hits. The crowd eventually dies down, more people in the pool now, and you make your way out of the pool.

Sero watches you place your hands on the ledge, and push yourself up effortlessly, and he feels his smile dropping as he watches the rush of water flow down your body. He's entranced, swallowing heavily as he shamelessly watches you walk away.

He blinks himself out of his stupor, catching his thoughts from running away, and he's getting out of the pool soon after. He sits down on the chair that you were sitting at as he listens to Mina talk about the game like he wasn't the one in the middle of it all. You come back with small bowls of ice cream, grabbing some for all three of you as you sit next to him.

You all sit and talk as you eat the cold treat, and Mina asks you to pass you her phone so she can show you all of the videos she took, but when you lean back to grab it, your bowl of ice cream, which is already half-melted, spills all over your chest. You yelp at the sudden cold, sitting straight up instantly as Mina laughs loudly.

"Damn it, Mina, this is your fault," you say without heat, laughing with her. Sero can't find any bone in his body to laugh as he watches the liquid roll down your chest and into your swim top, his eyes having a hard time looking anywhere else. He watches you stand, telling them that you're going to clean yourself off before it gets sticky, and for whatever reason, he quickly stands after you do.

"Let me go with you." The words come out before he has a chance to think, and he freezes, willing his face to not change color as you look at him.

"Why?" you ask curiously.

"We don't know that many people here, I'm gonna keep you safe." You scoff playfully as you shake your head, but you let him follow you anyway.

The pool area has a shower slash changing area, multiple stalls so that people can wash the pool water off after they get in. You walk into one of them, and you turn to Sero as you laugh. "Look at me," you chuckle. "I look a mess. I wanna get it off before it gets sticky."

He's not even listening to you, he's not even registering that you're speaking. His eyes have been stuck on your chest since you turned around. You don't acknowledge that he didn't respond, but he stops you from turning around by putting his hands on your hips.

"Hanta?" He finally looks you in the face, and if he wasn't thinking about the words he said earlier, he's definitely not now.

"Let me help you." He doesn't speak very loudly, his words making him sound like he's in a trance.

"What are you talking about?" He steps closer to you, and his hands are on the verge of shaking.

"Clean up. That's what friends are for, right?" He doesn't even know what he's saying, so he knows you don't. There's a bench in the stall, so he sits down like his body has a mind of its own, and he pulls you down on top of him. "Let me help you," he says again, even quieter than before.

"Okay," you answer after a while, putting your hands on his shoulders, and he moves towards your neck first, placing his lips on the skin softly. There's no ice cream, but he feels like he has to start there. He kisses over your pulse point, the sigh that you release soft but he hears it clearly.

He continues down, reaching where the ice cream starts, and he kisses over it, pulling away to lick his lips before moving back in. He licks over the ice cream, moaning softly at the sweetness coating his tongue, and it only spurs him on. His tongue swirls around your chest, collecting every last bit of ice cream, and he groans against you when he feels one of your hands sliding into his hair.

Sero gets to your tit, he places a soft kiss on the plush skin, and he knows there's more under your top, and he reaches behind you, pulling the knot loose. It doesn't reveal much, so he moves to the one behind your neck, pulling to unravel it, and the top falls between the two of you.

He moans louder at the sight of your bare chest right in front of him, something that he's spent way too many nights dreaming about. He wastes no time wrapping his mouth around the pert nipple, and he feels blood rush between his legs at the moan you let out. He swirls his tongue around it, still tasting the ice cream lingering on your skin.

He keeps going until he can't taste it anymore, instantly moving to the next one. He presses his hands on your back, moving your chest towards him. He can't stop, he doesn't want to stop, and the way you moan his name is nowhere near going to get him to stop. He knows the ice cream is long gone, and he groans when you shift against him, making him realize that he's awfully hard.

He leans back, watching your chest heave. He can see his cup of ice cream next to him, and he grabs it before he can second-guess himself. He grabs the spoon, using it to pour the creamy, melted liquid on your chest. You jump when he drips it on your nipples, and he only watches it run down your chest for a second before he puts his mouth back on you.

He licks up every drop, making sure to press his piercing against your nipple, noticing that you're more responsive when he does. He moves his hands to your thighs, his hands trembling against you as he slides them under the thin strings of your bottoms, cleaning you up. He grips your hips, rolling them against him, and he lets his head fall back as the much-needed friction makes him shudder. He could only dream about pulling these noises from you as he watches you, your hips picking up without his help.

"Fuck," he whispers, his eyes fluttering closed, but he fights against it, wanting to see your face. Your hands are back on his shoulders to brace yourself as you rock against him, his eyes once again falling on your tits bouncing in his face, and he would be crazy not to put his mouth back on them.

He keeps his hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he sucks on your nipples once more. "Hanta," you moan, and he doesn't know if he can last much longer, and he wedges a hand in between you, his fingers finding your swollen clit. You groan as you move even faster, and he's moaning your name as he cums in his trunks, his legs shaking.

He keeps his fingers moving in tight circles, and it doesn't take you long to reach your high, your back arching, pushing your chest into him, and he practically melts when you say his name. He helps you ride out the high, and you fall against him as he lets his back fall against the wall.

What are friends for, right?

"You look like shit."

"I feel like shit, asshole."

He chuckles as he dodges the hit you try and throw at him, closing the door behind him. "That's why I brought you some soup," he says, holding up the plastic bag in his hands, and you slip your sweatshirt off as you throw it on the couch.

"I'm not hungry," you whine, and he follows you to your room after setting the bag on the counter in the kitchen, and he watches you flop down onto the bed. "You did this to me," you complain, your words muffled by your comforter.

"I feel fine, so I don't think I'm to blame." You glare at him, turning over to your back to starfish on the bed.

"And I'm so hot," you groan, yawning loudly after. Sero walks over to you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You do feel a little warm, and he sighs as he reluctantly takes his hand away.

"Have you slept today?" He grabs the fan in the corner of your room, moving it over and turning it on to the lowest setting.

"More or less," you admit. "I already took some medicine." He presses the button to make the fan move before he slides his shirt off, moving towards you. You instantly move over to him when he sits down on the bed. He leans his back on the headboard as you crawl on top of him.

He wraps an arm around you as his other hand rubs over your thighs. "Don't drool on me," he chides, making you respond with a soft grunt.

"You love me so you shouldn't care," you argue, and he doesn't respond, choosing to laugh softly instead. You move your face into his neck, sighing heavily because you can't really breathe that well. "Ugh, I feel so bad."

"When did you take the medicine?" He grabs your legs, moving them so that they rest over him, putting you on top of him.

"Like ten minutes ago."

"Then sleep. You'll feel better when you wake up." You're already on your way out as he speaks, giving another incoherent hum, your eyes falling closed. He rubs up and down your back and over your thighs as he listens to your breathing start to go even.

What happened at the pool was something that Sero did not expect to happen. He doesn't know what came over him, and he doesn't know if he's relieved or worried that you haven't really treated him any differently since it happened. You both still act the same way towards each other, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it. In fact, for the first couple of days after, he was the only thing plaguing his mind.

The sounds you made, your face, the weight of you on top of him. He's only given in once to shoving his hand down his pants and thinking about what other sounds he could pull from you. Part of him is glad that you're still acting the same because that means he can still touch you. He feels there's nothing else to do but have his hands on you.

His hands are practically itching to touch you when he's not around you. He feels himself sigh in content, and he can't help but realize how strong his feelings are for you. When he feels his heart start to race, he tries to distract himself by playing games on his phone which eventually leads to him watching random videos.

He shifts carefully when he moves to lay down, making sure to not wake you up, and he looks at you to check on you before he makes his head comfortable against your pillows. His blinking is getting slower, his eyelids feeling heavy, and he knows sleep is around the corner to him.

He constantly dreams of doing all of the things that he never has the courage to do. Confessing his feelings, going on dates with you without your friends, finally being able to call you his. He mentally punches himself at the fact that he's still that nervous nelly at the beginning of college. He hates how sweaty his palms get and how much of a dork he becomes whenever he tries to get the confidence to ask you out.

As his eyes slip closed, he hopes that he'll wake up with the courage to say something one day. But for now, he'll take what he has, wrapping his arms tighter around you.

He doesn't know where it all went wrong. What he said that caused the situation to go south so fast. He's panicking, and his throat feels like it's stuck, wanting to say something, but it won't come out.

He's watching you walk away, and even though he doesn't remember what happened before, something tells him that it's over. Sero tries to call your name, but nothing's coming out. He doesn't know what to do.

Please don't go.

"Sero."

He jumps up, nearly pitching you off of him, and you gasp as he catches you. "Relax," you say, and he looks around before looking at you, finally laying back down. "You're okay. You were having a nightmare."

He sighs heavily when you place your hand on his face, caressing the skin of his cheek with your thumb. "You're still here?" he asks softly, and you scoff quietly as you smile.

"Yes," you drawl. "I live here, I'm not going anywhere." He just stares at you, slowing coming to reality, from a dream that felt like reality. "Are you okay?" you ask, running your fingers through his hair so softly, it could probably put him back to sleep if he wasn't so frazzled.

He nods slowly, dragging his fingers over your face just to make sure. "Good," you say warmly. "I didn't mean to scare you, but I have to pee and you wouldn't let me go," you explain with a laugh, and he hadn't realized how tightly he was holding you, and he lets his arms fall so that you can get up.

He watches you walk out of the room, and Hanta sighs as he rubs his eyes with the heel of his palms. He's sitting up by the time you come back, and you sit down on the bed next to him. "Are you feeling better?" You nod, and he offers to fix you the soup he brought. You agree, and you watch him leave the room this time.

He takes a deep breath when he gets to the kitchen as he heats the soup up. He's never had a nightmare like that, a dream that felt so real. He could feel his heart breaking, and he knows it's the worse feeling he's ever felt. He sighs again as he rests his head against the counter.

It doesn't help that he's so fucking confused. He thought you were okay with what he did at the pool, you didn't stop him, and he would've instantly if you asked him to. And you're still talking to him, and he can't read anything that says you didn't like what you both did.

He shouldn't have done something like that when all of the lines are blurred, but he couldn't help himself. He wishes he could just man up and tell you how he feels. He's been told multiple times that you feel the same way, but after the dream he just had, he's scared.

When he walks back into the room, soup in his hands, you're laying against the headboard, shifting your attention between your phone and the TV. You scoot over when he gets to the bed, and he sets the tray on your outstretched legs before sitting next to you in the same position.

"Why didn't you watch TV?" you ask, noticing that his phone is propped up on your nightstand.

"Because the remote was on the other side of the bed, and I didn't wanna wake you." You laugh softly as you eat, and Sero can't help but hyperfocus on the crisis he's having in his head that you're so unaware of. He just sits there, in his head so much that he doesn't really register anything until he hears the spoon clink against the bowl.

He snaps out of it, looking over at the empty dish, wondering how long he's been thinking. He hopes you weren't trying to talk to him because he hasn't heard anything.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He looks at you, smiling at you as he nods. "You always play with your fingers when you're anxious." You tap at his hands, and he looks down, tensing for a second before he rubs his palms over his shorts.

"You noticed that?"

"Of course, I did. I noticed it when we first met," you respond. "You do it a lot during exams, but I've never seen you do it this much," you add. "What's got you so worried?"

The fact that you look so concerned only seems to make him fall harder for you. He's so confident that this whole thing is one-sided, but then you go and say something like that, and it puts him back at square one all over again.

"Nothing," he lies. "I haven't been sleeping well lately." It's a lame excuse, but he's not going to say anything. The dream he had shut down any chance of him telling you the truth. "I'll be fine though, you don't have to worry about me."

"Of course, I do," you say fondly. "I'd be an awful person if I didn't." He holds your eyes for a few seconds before he looks away, not wanting you to question why he's staring.

He decides not to say anything, instead, he moves towards you, sitting in between your legs. You laugh softly but move your legs to accommodate his frame, and he lets his head rest back on your chest as your arms wrap around him.

He slides his hands into yours, sighing happily, and he finds it weird that he's starting to feel tired. Maybe that's just the effect you have on him, that he's just so comfortable around you. Or it could be that his emotions are taking a toll on him.

"Are you falling asleep on me?"

"Maybe," he huffs before turning on his side and putting his face in your chest. Your fingers graze up and down his arm, making his body tingle in certain places that it shouldn't be. He shakes his head, trying to push the thoughts away, and it could look like he was just snuggling further into you if you questioned it.

"Don't drool on me," you say, echoing his words from before, and he chuckles as he shrugs.

"You love me so you shouldn't care," he repeats softly against your skin, the words you said still swimming in his head. He feels you kiss his forehead, and he can't stop himself from smiling like an idiot.

A lovesick idiot.

He wraps his arm around you, grateful that he's able to be here like this with you. And it's the last thing on his mind when he finally falls asleep.

Sero sighs as he slowly blinks, looking at the alarm clock on his nightstand that seems to be slowing down by the minute. He rolls over, spreading out on his bed as he stares at the ceiling. He can't sleep. He's been tossing and turning for hours now. It's only around eleven, and school's out for the summer, but that doesn't mean he's going to screw up his sleep schedule.

He pats around for his phone, unplugging it from the charger with one hand. He squints when the light hits his eyes as he unlocks it, going through his contacts. His thumb hovers over your name, debating if he wants to click on it. He'd hate to wake you up if you're asleep. He ends up pressing on it anyway, deciding that he'll hang up if it rings for too long.

Just as he's about to hang up, you answer, and the screen turns into a wall of blankets. He hears rustling, finally seeing your face as you pull the blanket into your neck. "Hanta? What's wrong?" Your voice is full of sleep, your eyelids moving slowly.

"Nothing. I couldn't sleep," he says. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"You didn't wake me," you deny around a yawn. "I hadn't gone to sleep yet." Sero rolls over, propping his phone up on the pillow. "And you still can't sleep?"

"Yeah, I don't know what it is." He has a pretty good idea, but he doesn't say anything after that, and he talks about random shit as you respond with hums that slowly start to get softer, your eyes closing soon after he started talking.

"You can always come over here," you say, and he refrains from getting straight out of the bed.

"Are you sure?"

You shrug, barely opening your eyes. "Yeah, I don't care," you mumble. "I'm not getting outta bed though. You can use the key I gave you. You know the one that you don't use?" you tease, and he smiles as he sits up.

"Okay," he agrees easily. "Don't get scared when I show up though," he adds lightly, and you give him a sleepy smile as you hum, and he can't help but screenshot the image before he hangs up.

He gets there in probably record speed, carefully unlocking the door and making his way inside. He moves through your place quietly, taking his shoes off at the door. Hanta opens and closes your room door softly, tiptoeing towards your bed.

He calls your name softly, but you barely stir, only moving when he slides in next to you. "You got here pretty fast."

He hums as gets under the blanket, pulling you towards him. "You know, I'm a bit surprised you weren't more reactive. What if someone was breaking in?"

You sigh loudly as you rest your head on his chest, your eyes staying closed as you answer. "I knew you were coming. I would know if someone was breaking in," you say quietly.

He laughs softly, and he can't believe that he's already getting tired. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, and his mind starts to run.

Friends don't do stuff like this. They don't cuddle in the bed when one can't sleep. He lets his eyes fall closed as he listens to your breathing. He decides right then and there that he's going to say something. The catch though is when.

"She's dragging you to another party?"

"Yes," you groan. "She said I'll actually have fun at this one." He laughs at your statement, your voice sounding annoyed like you don't believe her. "And she's making me wear this stupid outfit."

You're in the bathroom getting dressed while Sero lays on your bed, scrolling through his phone. "Why don't you just not wear it?" he asks.

"Because if I do it, then I can get out of there sooner," you explain. He doesn't look up when you walk into the room, only doing so when you start talking again. "Okay, so what do you think? Not or hot."

He huffs at your words, but his face drops when he sees what you're wearing, and he can't find anything stupid about it. You hold your arms out as his eyes run down your body, and the only thing he's really looking at is the leather skirt you're wearing. The leather miniskirt flows loosely as you spin around, and it's definitely short. He probably wouldn't even call it that.

He realizes way too late that he's taking too long to respond, meeting your eyes as you expectantly wait for his answer. "Sexy."

You laugh as you roll your eyes. "That wasn't on the scale, Hanta."

He shrugs, reverting back to the nonchalant demeanor he had before. "I'm just being honest."

You shake your head before walking towards your nightstand to grab your phone. "Are you coming?" you ask, typing at your phone, and he assumes that you're texting Mina.

"Sure, why not?" he says, getting off of the bed. He's mostly thinking about who else will have the same reaction as him when they see you, and that ultimately seals his decision.

Your mood already drops when you walk into the house, Sero in tow, and you fight the urge to turn around and walk out. You pull at the end of your skirt, looking at Sero over your shoulder. "Can you see my ass when I walk?" you ask hesitantly.

"Are you giving me permission to look at your ass?" You roll your eyes as he smirks at you before you turn around to try and find Mina.

"Yes, Sero," you lament.

"You're good, don't worry. I would skip dancing tonight though," he offers, and you laugh, but before you can respond, Mina appears and ends up pulling you away from him.

"Oh, good, you're here," she says, pulling you into the kitchen. "And you wore the skirt!"

"Yes, I did. Now, what in the hell am I wearing this for?"

"That's not important. What matters is that you look good," she emphasizes. "But you can't leave yet because I need to observe."

"Observe what?"

"That's not important either," she continues, pouring herself a drink. You decline her pouring you one, and you try to question what she's planning, but she speaks before you can.

"Look at that. He's been here not even ten minutes and he's already talking to someone." You follow her gaze, feeling something sink in your stomach as you watch him talk to some girl. You chew your lip softly as you rest your weight against the counter behind you. "You know he doesn't act around girls the same way he acts around you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, look at him," she starts. "He clearly doesn't wanna talk to her." She's laughing at something he said, and you chew on your lip as he smiles. "I know he's trying to find a way out of that conversation."

"What does that have to do with me?"

"He's leaning against the wall, but every time he shifts his weight, he moves further away from her," she explains. "But when he's with you, he's always touching you, and there's no way anyone that's not you can divert his attention."

You scoff as you raise your eyebrow. "That's not true."

"And what makes you say that?" she questions, turning to look at you.

"Because..." You trail off, not really having anything to back your answer up with. "I don't know, Mina. It just doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, whatever you say," she says with a roll of her eyes. "And you have to stay for at least an hour."

Sero stopped fully paying attention to the conversation when his eyes finally landed on you. The girl seems nice, but the only person he wants is you. She's talking about different things, and he can't really keep up; he's just making sure that he doesn't lose you in the crowd.

"Are you looking for someone?" she asks, and he turns to her for a split second before he goes back to looking for you, his eyes darting around the room.

"Yeah, I'm just looking for a friend," he says, and he sighs when he finds you again, but you're dancing this time. He feels his breath catch in his chest as he watches you, but he can also see that he's not the only person whose eyes you've caught.

"Actually, I just found them," he says quickly, and he doesn't give her a chance to respond, heading your way. He makes it to you before anyone else can, putting an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. "What did I tell you about the dancing?" he jokes.

You look at him over your shoulder. "I was being careful," you argue, and he looks ahead to see one of the guys that he beat, and he smirks at him as he winks. "And I was trying to pass the time. Mina's making me stay here for at least an hour."

His hands slide to your waist, moving with your hips as he keeps himself glued to you. "Pretty sure you could sneak out of here. She probably won't notice," he says, having to lean down to your ear so that you can hear him over the music.

You start rolling your hips against his, and he doesn't know if you're doing it on purpose, but it makes his brain stall. "You know Mina's gonna yell at you." He almost misses what you're saying, his hands subconsciously keeping you against him as you start to rub against his crotch.

"Yeah, I know," he manages to say, and his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and he finds himself giving in once again, placing a kiss on your forehead. And he doesn't stop, moving down your neck, and he doesn't think twice when you lean your head to the side to give him better access.

He presses kisses on your skin, each one being longer and deeper the more he falls into that hypnotic state that he was in at the pool. He's starting to get hard, and he knows that he won't be able to hide it especially during the ride home, so he manages to pull away from you, giving a poor attempt at calming himself down.

"Let's go. She's not gonna see you." He grabs your hand, sliding through the group of people and out of the door. He's forced to adjust himself before he gets in the car, hoping that he'll be able to conceal himself for the entire ride. He ends up going to his place this time, and he sits at his desk while you plop down on his bed, knowing that he's going to need to separate himself from you.

He keeps losing control around you, and he would at least like to confess to you first if he can. You roll over onto your stomach, resting your chin on your hand as you look through your phone, and he smiles when you swipe away a text from Mina.

He can't help it though, his eyes start to run down your body, gliding over your bare legs first before they travel back up to that absolutely ridiculous skirt you're wearing. Like, seriously, there's no way the length of it can be legal. He can see the curve of your ass just barely, and it seems to entice him more than when you were wearing the swimsuit at the pool. Maybe it's because he can't see much, eager to reveal what's underneath.

"Hanta, you're not listening to me." When he looks at you, your eyebrows are raised expectantly, and he leans back in the chair, copying your expression as he rubs his hands over his pants. "I said come here."

"Why?"

"Because you're more comfortable than your pillows." He rolls his eyes but gets up anyway, and when he gets to his bed, he lays down next to you. You don't move, staying in the same position of your stomach.

"Did you make me come over here for nothing?"

You smile at him over your shoulder, having a hard time holding in your laugh. "Maybe." He fakes like he's going to get off the bed, but you grab his hand, stopping him, and he sighs, laying down and facing you. "You love being near me," you muse.

"Yeah, I do," he says quickly, his voice quiet between the two of you. Your smile falls a little as he watches you think like you're trying to think of what to say. The silence isn't awkward, and he just lays there, waiting for you to say what you want to say.

"Have you had sex?" He frowns at your question, hiding his surprise better than he thought he would.

"Why do you ask?" He's just curious, not trying to hide anything and you shrug.

"Dunno."

"Yeah," he says easily, and you raise your eyebrows.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wasn't all that. It didn't last long." It was sophomore year, and he knew from the jump that all she wanted was sex, but to this day, he doesn't really know why he went through with it. He didn't have to worry about catching feelings because he was already long gone with you.

"Then why'd you do it?" you ask, and he sighs giving you a lazy shrug.

"Because I wanted to impress someone," he admits. "I haven't slept with anyone since." He couldn't. Not when the only one he could imagine was you. "What about you? Have you done it?" He dodges the question he knows you're going to ask with his own.

You could say he was getting ahead of himself, thinking about what would happen if he confessed, and you wanted to take it to the next level. His insecurities got the better of him, so he lost his virginity to someone that he didn't want to lose it to.

"Yeah, I just wanted to see what it was like," you answer. "It sucked though, and don't even get me started on his head game." He laughs when you do, but then he starts to think about what he thought about that night he couldn't sleep and you invited him over. "What?" you ask, noticing he's gone silent.

He moves his body closer to you, his head now resting on the same pillow that yours is resting on. "Please don't hate me for what I'm about to do." Confusion comes across your face, and he presses his lips to yours before you can question him.

It's a soft kiss, and he's waiting for you to push him away or something, but to his surprise, you kiss him back with more effort. He brings his hand up to cup your face as he moves back in, wondering how he had more courage to do this instead of telling you how he feels, and he blames it on his impulsive side.

He slides his tongue over your bottom lip, and he feels so many things when you let him in. He's feeling so many things that he can't wrap his head around it, finally having your lips on his making him dizzy. He moves his hand to your thigh, running his fingers over your skin gently before grabbing the back of your knee and hoisting your leg on top of him.

He barely pulls away for a second to breathe, using the short time to pull you on top of him as he rolls over onto his back. He can't help but chuckle under his breath at the fact that he's finally doing this. After wanting to do it for so long. He places his hand on the back of your neck, rubbing his thumb over your cheek as his other hand rest on your thigh.

He groans when you suck on his tongue as you deepen the kiss, and he lets both of his hands travel under your skirt, his fingers digging into the plush skin of your ass before he grinds you against him. He can't stop his hands from grabbing and rubbing over every part of your skin as you roll your hips.

He feels light-headed, probably because all of the blood is rushing to his dick, and he's starting to lose the ability to think clearly. You pull your shirt over your head, throwing it onto the floor with your bra following soon after. Even though he's seen them before, he stares at your chest like he's in a trance.

You grab his hands, guiding them to your tits, and he runs his thumbs over your nipples, relishing in the moan you release when he pinches them softly. You reach for the hem of his shirt, and he's quick to lift himself up and take it off. It joins yours on the floor as you lean back down to kiss him again.

He moans into your mouth when he feels your breasts against the bare skin of his chest, his hard-on pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. You both make out sloppily, a line of saliva connecting your lips when you pull away.

"What do you want, Hanta?" you ask, and it takes him a little while to realize that you're talking, his brain not wanting to do any thinking.

"Taste you," he manages. "I wanna taste you." He's so drunk off of endorphins even though the only thing you've done is kiss, his head still trying to wrap around the situation he's in. You smile as you sit up, and he watches you slide your hands under your skirt. You fall back, landing on the bed in between his legs as you slide your thong down your legs.

He knows you're teasing him, your movements slow, and once you toss it to the side, you lift your skirt, showing your bare pussy to him. He's not even sure if he's breathing, swallowing suddenly becoming the hardest thing to do. "C'mere," he rasps, grabbing your legs, and you don't really get the chance to move because he's moving you back on top of him.

Your hands plant next to his head when he keeps pulling you towards his face. "What are you doing?" you ask, and he keeps one hand on your thigh, using the other to lift your skirt back up.

"I want you to sit on my face," he whispers, his eyes staying between your legs.

"Why?"

His eyes widen as his eyebrows raise to his hairline. "Why?" he echoes. "You're really asking me that?"

"You won't be able to breathe," you try, but he's not listening anymore, or if he is, he doesn't acknowledge you yet, only urging you to hover over his face.

"I'll tap on your thigh if I can't." He's literally inches away from your cunt, and he really doesn't know how he's still saying coherent sentences. You stop tensing your legs, finally allowing him to pull you down onto his face, and he's never down anything with so much enthusiasm.

He moans when he can finally taste you on his tongue as you gasp softly, your body falling forward as he flicks his tongue everywhere. He licks through your folds, circling at your clit and then back down again, and he's pretty certain that he's drooling.

His hands dig into your hips, making sure that you don't move away from him, and his thighs twitch with excitement, the whole thing almost too much for him. "Fuckfuckfuck," he whispers, his eyes rolling back as you start to ride his face.

It gets harder to breathe the more you start soaking his face with your slick, but there's not a single bone in his body that wants to tell you about it. Your hands pull at his hair as you start to move your hips with more force, and he's not even thinking anymore.

"Don't stop, Hanta. Please, 'm so close." He groans at your warning, fucking you with his tongue, and he finally lets go of you knowing that you're not going to move, and he makes quick work of shoving his jeans down.

He nails your clit with his piercing, a couple more intricate patterns on your swollen bud and you're cumming on his face. He moans loudly, having to squeeze the base of his dick to stop his orgasm as he helps you ride out your high.

His chest is heaving as he tries to calm himself down, not wanting to cum until he's buried inside you, and he definitely feels like he's in heaven. He guides you off of him, smirking at how your legs are shaking as you fall on your back on the other side of his bed.

He quickly hovers over you, his face dripping with your cum, his tongue darting out to catch what runs down. He watches you reach under your skirt as you spread your legs, and he doesn't even need to lift the fabric to know what you're doing underneath.

You bite your lip at the oversensitivity as you stretch yourself out on your fingers, and he pushes your hand away softly when you try and reach for him, warning you that he'll cum if you do. "I want you to fuck me, Hanta," you breathe, and he places his hands on your knees as he sits up, your legs falling away even more.

He's eyeing your pussy like a wild animal as a thought comes to his head that he voices out loud. "I don't have a condom," he says absentmindedly, and he watches you slide your fingers back out before turning onto your hands and knees, flipping the material over your ass as you arch your back.

"It's okay, I'm clean." He groans as he starts to give in, his hands grabbing your hips as he starts to lose his ability to hold back. "Please, Hanta," you beg, pushing back against his dick, and he nearly melts at the feeling of you on him.

He shoves his pants and underwear further down his thighs, before he reaches down, gathering your juices on his fingers to lube himself up as he lines up with your hole. "Oh, fuck," he whines as he starts to slide in. Your walls suck him in even though he tries to go slow, feeling you pulse around him. You're so warm and tight, and there's no way he can last any longer. He doesn't think he has it in him.

He bottoms out, and you beg him to move, but he doesn't want to, trying and failing to get his head to stop spinning. He starts to move, and the first thrust takes your breath away as you moan loudly, and he's only a few thrusts in before he feels that knot building up in his spine.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum." It's the only thing he has the chance to say before he spills inside of you, his body curling over yours as his most intense orgasm yet runs through him. He keeps pumping into you, his hips stuttering against you, and he doesn't want this moment to end so quickly.

He pulls out of you, turning you back over, and he doesn't wait to slide back into you again. This is heaven. He still can't wrap his head around the fact that he's finally fucking you, something he spent way too long dreaming about.

You throw your legs around his waist as he fucks into your harder than before, the bed frame creaking under his movements. He tries to kiss you, but you both are too high on pleasure to keep it up as you moan each other's name.

He rests his forehead against yours, sweat coating your bodies as the sensitivity renders you both speechless, and the way your walls pulse around him tells him that you're just as close as he is. He peels a hand off your hip, your legs tensing around him when he starts to rub at your clit, and he groans when he feels your nails dig into his shoulders as you cum around him.

He watches you come apart under him, his orgasm hitting him next as he feels you up again, this one somehow feeling better than the last one. "Fuck, baby, I'm so in love with you. I love you so much." The pleasure is too much, so overwhelming that he doesn't even register what he's saying, catching his breath as he finally stops moving.

He kisses you softly as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him. "Do you really?"

"Do I really what?" he asks, pulling away as he finally opens his eyes. You open your mouth to say something but close it soon after.

"What you said," you say softly, and he raises an eyebrow.

"What I said...? Oh." The hands that were rubbing at your body slow to stop, and he gives you a short shrug. "Yeah, I really do." Maybe it's because he's spent, but he doesn't have any hesitation to confirm how he feels about you.

"Really?" He nods, giving you a small smile. "Seriously?"

"Yes," he says with a quiet laugh. "How many different ways do I have to say it?" For some reason, he doesn't take your hesitation as rejection, and he sighs before he starts moving. "Hold on, let me clean you up."

He ends up running a bath, putting your hair before he steps in the tub, grabbing your hand and pulling you in. It's pretty cramped, the tub not that big, but you lay against him anyway. "So, is this the part where you tell me that you don't feel the same way?"

He's been working on guarding his heart in preparation for this moment, and you sigh as you let your head fall back to look at him. "No." His face falls in surprise, and you run your finger over his hand. "It's just all this time, I thought there was no way you were into me."

"That's funny, cause I thought the same thing." He smiles down at you when you laugh, shaking your head. "But it's always been you. You're the only one that I want," he declares, and a fond look comes across your face. "And we could've been doing what we did earlier a long time ago," he muses.

"Yeah, we could have." He brings his hand up to your face, leaning down to meet your lips, sighing when he makes contact, feeling like he's on top of the world. "I love you, Hanta." He has to break away from the kids because of how hard he's smiling.

"Ew!" You both jump at the exclamation coming from his room, and both of you turn to look at the door before you hear a gasp. The door opens suddenly, and Hanta quickly grabs the shower curtain, pulling it in front of you.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Hanta groans and Denki laughs as he puts a hand over his eyes.

"Sorry," he says, even though he's not sorry at all. "I just have to ask...who made the first move?" he questions. "There's a lot riding on the answer."

"Denki get the fuck out."

"I will! Once you answer."

"It was Hanta." He frowns at you, and you smile as you shrug, and Denki cheers loudly, slamming the door behind him as he leaves.

"Mina! You owe me a hundred dollars! I called it!"

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, and Hanta shakes his head disapprovingly. "They bet a hundred dollars on us?"

"Are we really surprised?" You smile again as you relax against him again, and he wraps his arms around you. "I love you, baby," he says, kissing you on the forehead, and you repeat it, making his heart soar. He meets your lips again, elated that he finally has what he's always wanted.

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pairing: prince! Yuta Nakamoto x princess! Y/N word count: 6.3k words genre: fluff, a little angst, a little smut, royalty au (I tried) summary: A little childhood agreement made Yuta look at princesses in a new light. (I suck at writing summaries) warnings: arrange marriage, a little discrimination in gender roles, a topless Yuta in one scene, a little sexual innuendo, jealousy, marriage proposal, breaking tradition, kissing, penetrative sex, cock riding, possessive Yuta, suggestive by the end

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This is based on an overdue ask. I’m sorry, anon. 😭🙏 Heavily inspired by Bridgerton, Under the Oak Tree and Meant to be by @jaesqueso I tried so hard to use fancy English terms but stupid me can’t keep up with all the fanciness. Sorry. 😭🙏 Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts.

“Yuta, be on your best behavior.” His mother claimed while handing him the clothes he had to wear. “The Royal family from the East Kingdom are coming to visit. Don’t pull your pranks on them.”

The then ten-year-old child laughed, “Mother, I promise you I’ll be on my best behavior.” He said before smirking. He’ll just be quiet until he becomes friends with the younger prince from the East Kingdom.

But to his surprise, it was a female who had a light blue dress and pins on her hair.

His mother looked so happy seeing a princess which is unusual for royal families. She looked younger than him or maybe because she’s shorter even if she’s wearing heeled shoes. When she introduced herself enthusiastically, Yuta saw how his father’s eyes lit up. Maybe he does want a daughter like what he heard from the maids in the palace.

While watching her play around the garden that his mother cultivated, he realized why.

She’s like a breath of fresh air. A ray of sunshine.

He never noticed how colorful the flowers are even though he always sees them. Just now.

And it was because of her.

She kept on running around, catching the butterflies and just feeling the grass on her toes. He wondered if she runs like this in their land or just here. Is it because their parents are inside? Or because they don't have a large garden like this? The North Kingdom palace is evidently larger than the East Kingdom’s.

He wonders what she usually does in their home. What do princesses do? Is it the same as princes? Ride a horse? Read books so they can talk to different people? Learn how to hold a sword?

Maybe different.

Do they learn how to tie their hair? Or how to sew their dresses?

Are princesses any different from princes?

The royal maid called for them, announcing that lunch was already served at the banquet hall but the younger girl pretended as if she didn't hear anything and just kept on running barefoot. When Yuta approached her, she stopped in her tracks. He took her shoes to her, because that’s how a prince should be, and helped her wear the shoes. “I still want to play.”

“We can play after eating.”

“Together?”

Yuta smiled at the younger, “Together.”

“Yuta! Y/N!” his mother called, smiling widely at them.

The younger girl ran to the older woman and Yuta just shook his head. Where does she get all this energy from? Even at the dining table, she kept on swinging her leg which made her mother scold her. “Y/N is such a darling,” Yuta’s mother claimed, making her parents thank her. “Don’t you think so, Yuta?”

The younger boy was surprised and almost spat his soup at the mention of his name. He only nodded as a response. “Yuta and Y/N would be a great match. How about we wed them when they get older?” His father claimed that made him successfully spit the drink. What? A wedding? “It will be good for the peace of both our lands.”

“Mother, what is being wed?” The younger girl asked which made all of the people at the table look at her.

“That means being married to him.” Her mother exclaimed while gesturing at Yuta.

Y/N shook her head, “What? No! I don’t want to marry him.” Everyone looked shocked, even Yuta was surprised. She doesn’t want to marry him? Why does he suddenly feel offended? “I want to marry a prince.”

"My dearest, he is a prince.” Her dad said but the younger kept on shaking her head, throwing a tantrum that made her parents apologetic at her behavior. “Yuta is a prince.”

“He’s not a prince. I want to marry a prince.” She shouted. “He doesn’t have a white horse. I want to marry a prince on a white horse.”

The laughter of Yuta’s father echoed through the banquet hall. “You are so adorable, Y/N.” he complimented. “Then we’ll surely get Yuta a white horse tomorrow.”

But the prince of the North Kingdom didn’t get his white horse.

First, it was tacky. Second, there aren’t any white horses in the kingdom. It will take years before he can even get one. And why would he change his horse just because of a marriage deal?

It’s not a big deal. They’re still kids.

That thought was what was running into his mind even if he saw her years after.

He was already nineteen years old which automatically means he can travel to different lands, even kingdoms, to make peace and learn the ropes of being a king. Which Yuta actually loathed. He would rather stay at the palace and read books. Why can’t he be a passive prince? Why does he have to be the one who had to promote peace with the other kingdom?

He was headed to the East Kingdom so might as well greet the king. Her family. It was a task, he convinced himself, not a way to see the princess.

To his surprise, he spotted her in the town market and playing with the children barefoot. A princess in the streets, how peculiar. Nothing changed from the image of her running in the garden, she’s still smiling widely. But she had obviously grown up.

He wonders if she even remembers him. Should he greet her? Or just let her and proceed with his tasks?

Once she spotted him, she did a curtsy that made all the children look at him in awe. Yuta unmount his horse to return the curtsy. “Your highness, what are you doing in this part of the kingdom?”

“Mother asked me to get some herbal tea. She claimed they’re the best here.” He answered and she nodded. “Do you perhaps remember me, your highness?” he asked, unsure of what to expect. Is that the right way to ask that question? Or is he just digging a hole for himself with his sudden curiosity?

The girl giggled. A soft giggle that sounded like music in his ears. Oh, how he loved her voice. “Of course, your highness.” She said with a smile. “All the maidens in the land kept on talking about you.” Yuta looked curious. They were talking about him? What about him?

“I’ll help you find the best merchants for herbal teas, just let me get my shoes first.”

“Oh, don’t bother. I’ll get it for you.” Before she could say anything, Yuta was already on his move to get her shoes from the other side of the road. He kneeled in front of her, asking her to place her hand on his shoulder. Yuta was reminded of the first time they met and how he did the same thing for her. It was a nostalgic feeling. “Is it alright?” he asked, making sure that she was standing comfortably. The girl nodded, staring at him in awe. “Why?”

She shook her head, whispering that it was nothing. “Should we go now, your highness?”

His mother was right, the East Kingdom had a lot of things from trade. Maybe because the kingdom is near the ocean. His father was right to make peace with this kingdom. Everywhere they go, the townspeople would give Y/N a greeting and a bow. Some of them would also thank her for help or just her mere presence in their stall.

Princesses really have it different. It’s like they make everything shine.

Or maybe it’s just her.

He’s used to seeing princesses all prim and proper, sitting quietly in their castles and hiding from the townspeople. His mother is a queen and he had never seen her outside the castle walls without his father. But Y/N, the princess, is actually roaming around the land without a lady in waiting or royal guards.

Maybe, it is her.

They stopped in front of a stall that sells different leaves which Yuta isn’t familiar with. “You said the queen wanted some leaves for her tea?” she asked and Yuta nodded as she pointed at some of the leaves on the stall. “These are Lemon Balm leaves, it is good for calming.” She then pointed at another stalk of leaves. “This one is Echinacea, this is for immunity.”

“How did you know so much about tea?”

“The herbalist would let me watch him while preparing tea for my mother.” she claimed, “It was an amazing job, I think I want to become one someday.” Her voice became quiet and she faced him with a smile as if she didn't say anything. But Yuta heard her perfectly.

A herbalist? Can a woman be a herbalist? Moreover, can a princess be one? Does that mean she’s going to throw away her duty as the princess to be a herbalist?

They kept on walking, looking at the different objects that the vendors had to offer. Maybe he should bring his mother here sometime, she’ll like all the gems and pieces of jewelry available.

Y/N stopped in front of a stall that sells different ornaments. The merchant greeted her while informing her about a necklace that she asked to keep, “I’ll come back with the golds for the necklace. I’m still three golds short but I promise that I’ll buy the necklace.” She said cheerfully before getting an ornament. “I’ll buy this for now.” She said while giving the merchant five golds.

That much for an ornament? And why didn’t she just buy the necklace instead of that ornament?

Wait, she is a princess. She can have all the money, her parents are royalty. If not, she can even get the necklace for free. It’s impossible that she can’t purchase a necklace.

Yuta looked startled when she handed him the ornament. “It’s a talisman to protect you in your journey.” She explained before putting it on his belt. “It’s a gift so you could remember the East kingdom and its people. May it always protect you, your highness.”

Before he could say something, she immediately clapped and in the same ecstatic tone claimed that she should buy the queen some porcelain. She then skipped going to another part of the street that startled him. She does know her way in town. Yuta turned to the merchant and asked for the necklace he mentioned, paying fifteen golds just for the accessory.

When they met at the other side of the town, the princess was carrying a lot of things. A box which she claims has the finest porcelain and a bag which has the silkiest robes, gifts for the king and queen back in the North kingdom. Yuta thanked her but she extended her hospitality by saying that he should stay the night in the palace since it was getting darker.

Her parents were very welcoming and although the stay is unannounced, they made sure that Yuta was served the best dinner and was given the best bedroom there is in the palace, overlooking the whole town. Different from their castle, their home was closer to people and maybe that was why everyone loved the princess. His parents should learn how to handle the kingdom from the royal family of the East.

A knock on the door made him close the window and Y/N’s voice can be heard, asking if he was still up. Yuta permitted her to enter his room only to be surprised when she stopped in her tracks and stared at him, wide-eyed. He stared at the spot she was looking at and realized that his torso is naked. “I’m sorry.”

But the girl shook her head as if her senses just came back and placed the linens on top of the bed. “Apologies, the ladies are too shy to enter your room so they asked me to bring this to you instead.” Yuta nodded, putting on the shirt so it won’t be too awkward. “Your highness, can I ask you something?”

He nodded, curious as to what it was. “Can I ride your horse?”

—--

Yuta almost gasped if not for the innocence in the princess’ eyes. He should stay away from the scholars and knights who always go to courtesan houses. She claimed that she had never ridden a horse before and that her father’s horse didn't like her.

Which is totally impossible, since Yuta was sure that everyone and everything likes her.

He also can’t believe that it was her first time riding a horse since she looks so natural. His brown stallion also looked comfortable that he was sure she was just bluffing earlier. He helped her unmount the horse as she laughed at herself. “That was fun.” She exclaimed before getting some carrots for the horse to feast on.

Surely, everyone and everything loves her.

“Y/N, can I ask you a question?” She nodded enthusiastically, “You said you wanted to be a herbalist. Does that mean you're going to throw away being a princess?”

She breathed heavily and for the first time, Yuta saw how serious she looked. Without a smile on her face. Yet, she’s still pretty. “If I get to choose what I can do, I want to get out of these castle walls.” He was shocked at the resolution. Get out of the castle walls? “I want to go to different lands, different kingdoms, and learn about other people. To watch the different flowers bloom.” The smile on her face was back as she glanced at the walls of their castle. “But I cannot do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am my father’s daughter.” It was a sentence that Yuta knew by heart. It was the same reason his mother would always say when he asked her why he should be the prince. Because he is his father’s son.

Like him, it must be suffocating for her not to do what she wanted.

“Do you still want to marry a prince on a white horse?”

The girl laughed. “When did I say that?”

“The first time we met. At the palace.” She looked at him in confusion. “You don’t remember that?”

Y/N shook her head. “I was so young at that time. I only remembered the butterflies in the garden.” Yuta felt dejected. So she really did remember him because of the maidens in town talking about him? She held the mane of the horse and stared at it with a smile on her face. “Rather than a prince on a white horse, it is better to marry a person who understands what he wants.”

Yuta smiled. It is. “Rather than a princess, marry someone who understands what she wants.”

She turned to him with a smile, “Exactly!”

Under the moonlight, she’s shining. A beautiful sight to behold.

The East Kingdom really is a pretty land.

“Before I forget,” Yuta started before taking the shining jewelry out of his pocket. “This is for you.” the princess’ eyes were twinkling, like her whole aura, and Yuta noted it as another thing he found pretty about her. “A small gift for coming with me to town.”

"I couldn't accept such gift, your highness." She said with an apologetic bow, "This is too much."

"Please. I insist."

The girl only breathed hard and he asked if he could wear it on her. She agreed, turning her back to the prince and thanking him quietly. “I’ll treasure this gift, your highness.” “Please just call me Yuta. We’re just the same, Y/N.”

She smiled, “Thank you, Yuta.”

Melody in his ears. He really loves her voice.

When the morning came, the royal family was already outside the castle to bid him farewell. The princess was holding a bouquet of flowers for his mother and the queen handed him a bag of meat. “It’s nothing much but it’s getting colder so I hope your royal cook can make a wonderful oxtail soup to keep your family warm.”

“I’m thankful for all the gifts. I’ll make sure my parents will show their gratitude to your family, your majesty.”

“It’s nothing, Prince Yuta. I am apologetic for letting you travel all this way from the palace and we could only give as much.” But this is too much already. It’s more than what he came here for. Even better than what he was supposed to do here.

The younger girl handed him the bouquet of violet and orange flowers then rubbed the mane of his horse, whispering, “Keep the prince safe on your journey home, hmm?” The horse neighed as if answering her and Yuta smiled. “I would like to to thank you once again for the precious gift, Prince Yuta.” She said with a bow which made Yuta shake his head and showed him the talisman hanging on his belt, thanking her for her time and the gift.

“I hope I can see you again, Princess Y/N.”

—---

Yuta didn’t have to wait that long. The next time he saw her was her debut. It’s common for maidens of the land, princess or not, to celebrate their eighteenth birthday. The transition of a girl to a woman. A momentous event for any maiden.

Yuta honestly hated this kind of event. He would always make different excuses just not to attend. Besides, his mother didn’t teach him how to dance. How can he dance with a maiden if he doesn’t know how?

But when the invitation to the princess of the East kingdom came, he didn’t bother making up an excuse.

In the back of his mind, Yuta had wanted to see the princess in her ball gown. He doubted she was less beautiful than when she was just wearing her normal dress. And the image before him didn’t disappoint, rather it excited him. She looks so enchanting. The fairest of all the maiden in the land.

And he was not the only one who thinks of that though.

Ever since she went out, in her silver dress, bachelors would ask her for a dance. After a song, another bachelor would come to dance with her and she would gracefully say yes. He was in his third glass of wine that night. He didn’t know how long he was standing, just watching her interact with people of the same sex as him, giving them her utmost attention that pained him. Is this what he was going to do the whole night?

“Princess Y/N is a darling. Why don’t you take a shot at wooing her, my son?” One mother asked her son who obviously had his eyes on the same girl Yuta had been staring at all night. Maybe his mother would say the same thing if she were here.

“Prince Yuta, you came,” Y/N said while smiling, doing a curtsy in front of him like what she did in town before. “I hope the party is of your liking.”

“It is.” He put down the fifth glass of wine that he drank. “Apologies that my parents cannot come.” But she only nodded, saying that the duty to the kingdom is more important than the event. “You are dashing, Princess Y/N.”

She smiled widely. A smile that Yuta wanted to keep in his memories. “Thank you, your highness.”

He was about to say something when the song came. Another guy, the one talking to his mother earlier, lend his hand to the girl asking her to dance. She excused herself before taking the other’s hand, making Yuta’s blood boil.

Yuta hated that she gave him the attention. He hates that she gives these men attention.

Is this what they call jealousy?

Then like a strong wind that blew him out, he realized what it was. Will he be jealous if he didn’t like her? He had always had his eyes on her, from the moment they first met. Her bright, shining aura. Her smile. Her voice. He likes everything about her.

He was enchanted by her.

And Y/N is supposed to be his.

Didn’t their parents agree to wed them when they get older? No one disagreed before but her. She said before that she wanted to marry a prince on a white horse. He is a prince. And he can easily get a white horse if she wished.

She wanted to marry a person who understands what he wants. And Yuta knew very much what he wanted.

Who he wanted, rather.

Her.

As the song almost drew close, he made his way to the crowd and to where the princess was. He tapped the bachelor’s back before asking for her hand just as the song stopped, followed by a slow song like a waltz. “Pardon me but I don’t know how to dance.” Yuta started and the girl just giggled, taking his hand. She was guiding him along the dance floor, their bodies swaying against each other as he felt her warmth.

‘Marry someone who understands what she wants.’ That phrase returned to him as he was holding her.

A phrase that perfectly explains her.

“Aren’t you tired from all the dancing?” She giggled, confessing that she does and complaining that her feet are already hurting from standing for too long. “And there’s still a long line of bachelors wanting to dance with you.” She turned around to see the other men looking at her as if waiting for them to just finish dancing then visibly sighed. “Do you want to come with me outside?”

Y/N nodded and Yuta was already guiding her, with the looks from the crowd, outside.

The air was cold and he almost cursed himself for bringing the princess outside yet she claimed that it was better than what was happening inside. “Can I remove my shoes? My feet are really hurting.”

“I’ll help you.” Yuta quickly kneeled in front of the girl to remove the strap of her sandals and she giggled, making him look up at her. “Why?”

“I just can’t imagine I’ll make the prince kneel before me three times.” Three times? So she did remember when they first met. “I remember the garden and your smile, promising me that we’ll play together.”

Yuta smiled. “I did.” Then stood up, holding the princess’ sandals. “Are you alright with being barefoot?” She nodded, smiling widely. “I can’t believe you can still remember that time. I’m sorry for refusing to play with you.”

The girl laughed, “I understand how offended you were when I rejected the idea of getting married to you. I’m sorry, your highness.” How did she know that? “I was young. I didn’t really understand what marriage was. But in my defense, they shouldn’t be talking about those things in front of a child.” Yuta nodded.

“Then does this mean you’re considering marriage now?”

“The whole party is for me to find a good husband. My parents wouldn’t tell me that but with the number of bachelors they invited, I’m pretty sure that was what they wanted.” She claimed then breathed heavily. Her voice sounded so serious, so sad. It wasn't that long ago when he had a conversation with the enthusiastic girl, why did she suddenly change? “My father is right. As a princess, I have a duty to the East kingdom and that is to find a qualified man to rule the kingdom.”

A qualified man? What does it take to be a qualified man?

“Am I a qualified man?”

She giggled and then nodded. “You’re the most qualified man.” Then her expression darkened that worried Yuta. “But I don’t want to marry a prince.” His heart dropped to the ground at the statement, “No offense, your highness. I enjoy talking to you and I like your smile. But marrying you would only make us both miserable. I’m pleased that our parents talked about us getting married while we’re young.” She returned her gaze to the small pond in the middle of the garden. “But you’ll be stuck with a girl you don’t love and I’ll be stuck in the box that the monarchy created.”

Of course, Yuta realized. She’s a girl who knows what she wants in life and being married to him, the future king of the land, would only be a huge responsibility for her. She might not achieve her dreams when he marries her.

But there’s always a flaw in the system. Yuta knew that even at a young age.

“You are my first love,” he confessed. The surprise on her face only made Yuta smile. Does she not expect it? “I always think about your smile, about your voice, about your laugh. When I saw you dancing with the other men, my body was raging in jealousy. I wanted to keep you for myself, wanted to keep that smile for myself.”

“Your highness, you can’t.”

“We’re both children of our parents, we’re both next in line to the throne. Why can’t a princess do the job expected of a prince?” Yuta turned to her, the smile in her eyes that he was so used to seeing was replaced with tears. “I can’t promise you a lot of things but I’ll make sure to keep that smile on your face. It is my duty as the prince of the North kingdom.”

Yuta kneeled in front of her once again, mumbling that this is the fourth time. “I won’t force you to marry me, I’ll wait until you make your decision. But if you accept me, let us break the traditions of this monarchy.”

“Together, my princess.”

—---

Yuta's mind was clouded with the thoughts of what happened that night. He didn't just confess to her his feelings, he even asked her for marriage. If he had all the hopes to see her again, he was sure that it's gone now. His mother, who returned early from their trip, kept on asking him about what happened during the ball but Yuta remained mum about it.

Then one morning, the royal maid announced that the Princess of the East Kingdom was visiting which surprised Yuta. What if she had made her decision? What if she doesn't really want to marry him and the princess already found the person she wanted to marry?

She appeared in a light blue dress, the same hue as when she first came into their palace. Except, she's more mature now. A lady. "Apologies, your majesty. I came here unannounced."

"I apologize, Princess. Your majesty, the king, isn't here at the moment. Do you wish to speak to him?"

She shook her head before looking at Yuta. "I wish to talk personally to the prince." Yuta stopped eating his meal then stared at the girl who looked awkward. "I will just wait outside."

"No, I'm done," he claimed then wiped his mouth with a napkin before standing up and excusing himself from his mother. "Shall we go to the garden and talk?"

It was awkward. If Yuta only knew that this will happen, he shouldn’t have confessed. How can he even face her now? But this is better. He did miss her. And seeing her today had boosted his mood. “I received Scholar Hong’s invitation to learn herbology from him. Thank you for recommending me, your highness.”

It is the least he can do for her. Yuta promised that he’ll make sure the princess will be happy and if she wanted to be an herbalist, isn’t it best to recommend her to the best herbalist in the whole of the four kingdoms? “I have thought hard about it and although father will be furious, I would accept the offer and be a herbalist.”

Yuta stopped in his tracks and then smiled at her. “I’m so proud of your decision, princess.”

“I also thought about what you said during the ball,” She started. Yuta turned around to hide the redness of his face. That was an embarrassing night. Maybe she is really here to reject him. “I remembered crying a lot when we were younger while heading home because you didn’t play with me. I remembered smiling to my sleep when I received the necklace you bought for me.” The girl giggled then touched the necklace she’s wearing. “And I think about your body at night.”

Yuta turned to her, confusion etched on his face. Is she trying to say what he thought she was saying? “You are also my first love, Prince Yuta.”

“But I was so scared that I will never be a great queen that would help you reign the kingdom. Maybe if I became a herbalist, I can still stay next to you.”

“Why can’t you be both?” Yuta asked as he stepped forward. “I told you that we’ll break the tradition together. I’m willing to let you go to every land you want and I’ll patiently wait for you here in the castle. Anything to make you happy, my princess.”

“If we get married, can I ride your horse?”

Yuta smiled. “I’ll buy you your own.” The girl smiled, tears welling in her eyes. But unlike the first time he saw this expression, she seemed happier today. Tears of joy, perhaps. He kneeled, the fifth time he had kneeled in front of her. And he hoped this time will be the charm. “Will you marry me, my princess?”

He held his breath as he watched her contemplate her answer. The moment she nodded while a soft ‘yes’ appearing on her lips, he felt his heart drop to the ground.

There’s no one he would love the most in the world but her.

—---

‘I am writing to let you know that I miss you’

Yuta crumpled the paper before throwing it into the pile of papers he had been writing on earlier. He groaned then hit his forehead on the table, annoyed. “I miss you,” he whined then stared at the huge painting of him and her on the day of their wedding. “When are you coming home, my wife?”

The scholar who was inside the room shook his head before placing a sheet of paper in front of him. “I can write the letter for you, your highness.” But Yuta shook his head. He wanted her to receive a heartfelt letter from him and maybe she’ll start thinking of coming back home to him.

He shouldn’t have let her go to the South Kingdom for the spring floral blooms.

The knock on the door disturbed his thoughts, the royal maid announcing that the princess is back which made his eyes sparkle in joy. He pulled the curtains and saw the white horse coming through the castle gates. She’s really back.

Yuta hurriedly ran to the entrance of the castle, cursing at how there were too many stairs before reaching her. The princess was already standing at the entrance, smiling at him when he reached the bottom of the stairs. Y/N did a curtsy in front of him, “I am back, my prince. Apologies I had to stay too long in the South Kingdom, their azaleas are really majestic and I cannot resist…" She stopped when Yuta hugged her.

"I miss you."

"Me too, my prince." she whispered, wrapping her arms around him.

He lightly pushed her to see her from head to toe. "Are you alright? Were you hurt during your trip?" The girl giggled, ensuring that she wasn't hurt at all. "I have to see it with my own eyes."

The princess squealed when he started carrying her bridal style, carrying her upstairs. "Why do we have too many stairs?" she complained and he giggled.

"I'll ask for a renovation tomorrow."

Yuta carefully removed the princess’ layer of clothes once inside the room, repeatedly hissing at how she was wearing too much. He pulled all the strings of her corset, kissing the skin being revealed. He made sure that she didn’t have any scratches or bruises, the same skin he feasted on the night of their wedding.

He kissed every inch of her skin sensually, making sure to ask what happened whenever he noticed something has changed even if it was just a slight change in the color of the skin. “It’s because of riding under the sun. It’s nothing to be bothered about.” she assured.

Her body was pressed to the mattress as he hovered above her, whispering how much he misses her as he pressed butterfly kisses on her skin. “Maybe I should take a bath first, my prince.”

But the male shook his head, “You smell like flowers, my princess.”

Yuta can feel his heart beating fast as his body was in contact with hers. The same feeling he had the night they first consummate their wedding. The taste of her lips, the scent of her skin fueling the senses that made the fire inside him burn. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Yuta.” she whispered followed by a moan when he thrust in her. He laced his fingers on hers, pushing himself closer. To be one with her.

He was startled when she pushed his body to the other side of the bed, sitting on top of him. “What…?” But the adulterated pleasure on her face, while riding him, earned a guttural groan from him. Her hands were placed on his bare chest, nails digging into his skin. Her body alternated in rocking and bouncing on his manhood which made Yuta laugh. Where did she learn all of this? He had always been turned on by her, even if she was clothed. But witnessing her, pleasured on top of him, makes him want to explode. “My princess…” he called in a breathless voice, “I’m close.”

She didn’t stop and if possible, he felt how tight she got at his statement. So tight that Yuta cannot take it anymore. He held on to the headboard of the bed before jerking his hip, earning a strangled moan from the female. She convulsed on his body, at the same time as he released inside her.

Her forehead was dripping in sweat when she cuddle on his chest. “The court ladies were telling me that the technique to have a son is for the female to be on top.” Yuta chuckled, kissing her cheek. “The majesty would be delighted to have a grandson.”

He smiled at her. How considerate of her. “I thought you don’t want to bear a child yet.”

She snuggled closer, if that was possible. “I’ve seen how adorable the children from the other lands are. I think I started yearning for one.” Y/N kissed him on the lips, his hands on her waist. “That is why I came home early.”

“You weren't supposed to come home?”

“I promised the princess of the South Kingdom that I’ll help her with her debut ball,” she claimed, fingers grazing on his chest. “We should go to the ball together.”

The prince nodded. “But before that, we should try the position of having a daughter.” Yuta had to push her to the mattress and she squealed, fingers threading on his hair as he hovered on her.

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The debut ball of the princess of the South Kingdom was extravagant, fancier than Y/N’s. But his wife is still the fairest of them all. If possible, she completely stole the spotlight from the debutant in her dark purple dress. She’s still very beautiful in his eyes.

A fact, he realized, after the prince of the South kingdom greeted him. “It’s a pleasure to see you here, Prince Yuta. I have always wanted to visit your kingdom.” Does he? The kingdom is open to everyone and ever since the East and North merged, the resources had been more accessible to travelers and merchants. “I would like to ask for your sister’s hand in marriage.”

“My sister?”

“Princess Y/N,” he whispered while staring at the said girl coming their way. “My parents are very fond of her and it’s love at first sight. She’s the girl I want to spend my life with.”

Yuta had an incredulous look on his face. Is he serious? If they’re in the North Kingdom, he’ll definitely come back with a lot of broken bones and a missing head. “Your highness,” Y/N greeted the two men. “Have you met each other?”

The prince from the South nodded, smiling widely which made Yuta glare. “I would like to extend my gratitude for the amazing wine you have sent to the kingdom.” Wine? Yuta thought. That was from him? He actually enjoyed that wine. Now, it feels like poison in his tongue.

“It’s a little gift for helping my sister, princess.” The song changed and Yuta just watched how the other male extended his hand for the girl to take, “Can I ask for this dance with you, princess?”

Y/N glanced at Yuta before smiling at the other male, “Apologies, your highness. I don’t think it is appropriate to dance with another male other than my husband.”

“Husband?”

Yuta smirked, “She is my wife. The princess of both the North and East kingdom.” he announced while holding her by the waist. The confusion on the other face was so comical that Yuta had to excuse himself to take the dance with his wife, emphasizing that term. “He thinks you are my sister?” Yuta claimed, laughing. “What a fool!”

The girl had to lightly hit his shoulder, “Why aren’t you introducing yourself as my wife?”

“I did. Maybe he just didn’t hear me or he didn’t listen.” Yuta squinted his eyes at her. But with how lovely she is, Yuta is sure that other males would still fall in love with her even if she’s married. How can he be so lucky with her? “Well, we cannot blame them,” Y/N said in a low voice, arms wrapping around his neck. “This is our first formal event as husband and wife.”

Yuta smiled. It is. From his peripheral view, he saw how some of the males were looking their way. Some young maidens would also stare and giggle whenever he would catch their gazes. Maybe he should claim her as his this way.

He leaned in to kiss her lips, hands holding her waist to pull her closer. His tongue slipped past her lips as he felt her fingers tugging his hair. Maybe this way everyone can understand that they are together. That they belong to each other.

“The princess lend me a room upstairs.” Y/N started that made him curious. “Do you want to try a new position I learned from the queen?”

Yuta chuckled before carrying her in his arms, causing everyone to look at them. “Lead the way, my princess.” At least there weren’t too many stairs here.

Maybe they’ll go to the castle in the West Kingdom and perform their marital duties there next.

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #yuta smut #yuta nakamoto smut #nakamoto yuta smut #yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto fluff #nakamoto yuta fluff #prince yuta

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requirings · 3 years

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🌟Gaara & Lee in different outfits! 🌟

Edit: Some Context for the outfits

Nude

They’re in their 20s in these images.

I wanted to show Lee’s scars a little more prominently. They’re a mix of graph scars (from treatment for his left limbs) as well as cuts and bruises closer to his fists.

Gaara is skinny but has a tummy. He doesn’t work out.

Everyday

I usually draw them wearing non-canon clothes because both boys’ style peaked when they were teenagers (not a fan of the clothes from the Blank Period nor Boruto-era).

Lee finds tights of the same material as the one Gai gave him but in different colors. Not a fan of the leg warmers so I made shin guards. Lee asked Tenten to make them for him, as they contain heavier weights. Each plank is removable and can even be transformed into nunchaku like in the Crescent Moon movie.

I wanted to draw Gaara in a harness. I don’t need to explain myself. I also like the idea of extra straps in case he needs to carry larger items. They flow in the wind. It’s cute. I also had him wear lighter color pants instead of his usual black because I’m personally a fan of red with gray rather than red with black lol.

Color Swap

They’re wearing each other’s colors—pretty self-explanatory.

I like Lee’s color combo a lot! I also gave him a skirt-pouch-thing to change the silhouette up a bit.

Gaara will still occasionally carry the larger gourd, depending on the situation. He’s wearing toeless babouches (they can’t be normal closed-toe shoes) (this is Naruto).

Lounge

BRINGING BACK THE CANON PINK CROP TOP! KING ROCK LEE, AN ICON!! His style, if not Chinese-esque, is very 80’s so I gave him 80’s short shorts. He’s wearing the original leg warmers Gai gave him because they’re something of a comforting item.

Gaara is wearing a kaftan. He looks more like an everyday Sunan, no longer in combat clothes.

Formal

I gave the shirt Lee wore to Naruto’s wedding a little more flair by adding an embroidered dragon (one on each sleeve). His hair is pulled back because. Sexy.

Gaara’s hair is a bit more tamed down, but still has some flyaways. It will never be subdued. I’ve been putting him in various earrings for previous outfits but chose to give him one single long one here. I originally had WAY more but they would look like they’re dragging his face down so just one. One edgy earring.

I thought of putting Gaara in a more traditional outfit worn for special occasions by people IRL who live in deserts, but research is tough and also… I don’t want to appropriate any culture by not knowing enough/anything. I want to know more though! I just don’t know any in-depth websites. So! Instead, I (Vietnamese-American) had him wear a Vietnamese Long Bào, a bright yellow robe worn by emperors. I modified some things like sleeve length and took away dragon patterns for ones more fluid-looking, like sand dunes or the wind. Again, toeless shoes because this is Naruto. I also didn’t give him a hat/crown because I’m personally not a fan lmaooooo. I got all of this info from a bilingual (Viet & English) book called Weaving a Realm. I don’t know if it’s available online, the last time I checked was a year ago. I had my aunt mail a copy to me lol

Summer

Ice cream-colored clothes for Lee! And athletic tape, because this is my one chance to show him wearing them and also I like the lines They Look Cool. The outfit’s obviously based, again, on the Crescent Moon movie.

I gave Gaara more flow-y pants and took forever trying to think up a shirt. I also gave him a boat-neck collar to show his collarbones… Lee is sweating. Also! The earrings come back! This was a pretty plain outfit so I gave him three dangling earrings for a bit of pizzazz. It’s again, only on one side because I like to think he’s That Edgy Kid but also to counter the visual weight of the gourd.

Beach

Let’s go to the beach, beach…

BIG POOL FLOATY FOR LEE!! I gave him a striped tank top as a reminiscent design to the striped unitard in the Crescent Moon movie’s ending, but inevitably had him wear swim trunks based on what he wore in Shippuden’s tenth ending.

Again, going on with the tenth ending’s design, I modified the design so it’d look more dynamic.

Desert

They’re both wearing Sunan flak jackets because the material is more suitable for desert missions than other village’s jackets. They also have shoe gaiters and shemagh scarves to cover their head and face. Both are wearing more subdued colors to blend a little more in with the environment.

Lee has goggles to protect his eyes but Gaara’s sand armor has that covered for him. So why does Gaara still wear the scarf? Hair in his eyes… Can’t see shit…

Snowstorm

I don’t like the plain canon winter cloak design so I gave Lee something more sporty, like a hoodie, and Gaara something more… Grandma chic. There is cute plant embroidery on it! I’d like to think that he asked one of the women in his life to get him a winter cloak since he doesn’t know shit about the cold (clothes from the Five Kage Summit arc did not make sense, those are now un-canonized). I’m thinking Temari, Matsuri, or Shijima. Most likely Shijima. I’d like to think she likes fucking with the kazekage as subtly as possible so she got him something cute. She knows Gaara won’t have a care in the world nor understand the inherent cuteness of plant embroidery. Other people will know and if someone dares say something, she hopes to be there when they get a Stern Cold Look from Gaara. She’s… a little evil and I love that.

Boruto-Era

Lee’s ill-fitting onesie and Gaara’s haircut were hate crimes to the LGBT+ community.

I cut Lee’s onesie into two and gave the vest some padding by his ribs. He no longer wears a headband since Ino invited everyone to get a Konoha leaf tattoo with her. Only Kiba, Tenten, and Lee came along. Naruto also came but he also still wears his headband along with the tattoo. Also, can you tell he’s put on a little more muscle?

I gave Gaara a modified Aó Dài, as I’ve done this entire time, and kept it long so the length is similar to the canon double-breasted jacket that I hate. Gaara also has painted nails! They’re just red but if I’d made a zoom-in of his hands and feet, the nail polish is visibly smeared and obviously done by a child...It was Shinki. He wants to work on his hand-coordination to finely and minutely control puppets like Kankuro so Gaara lets him do this. Everyone in the world thinks it’s adorable.

Ability & Village Swap

Drawing skinny Rock Lee and manlet Gaara felt wrong. It felt wrong.

Lee keeps his style before meeting Gai, the frog-clasp shirt and braided hair. His personality, deep inside, is still the same. He’s still serious, hardworking, and kind. This is not to say that one’s environment does not affect one’s personality and core being, because it does! But to keep them still /them/, it’s important to keep these traits. This is fiction, I can do what I want, but if you asked me these uhhh sociological (?) questions outside of this context, I’d reply differently.

Baki, Kankuro, and Temari are still the same in their respective villages, as are Gai, Neji, and Tenten.

Gaara kept the haircut he had during the canon Chunin Exams arc. He still wears the spandex (under his jacket and pants) and leg warmers Gai got for him, but he dyed them black. Both Gaara and Lee’s sense of style is still the same. I don’t think Gaara would blindly follow and recreate everything Gai does, like canon!Lee does. He can’t do ninjutsu nor genjutsu and is very grateful for Gai’s teachings and encouragement, but Gaara’s not as… obsessive as Lee. Canon!Lee is something else.

Modern AU

I made Lee’s leg weights based more on actual leg weights. He still has cuts on his hands that he’s not shy about their appearance, but he hates it when people ask about them because he doesn’t want others to worry.

Gaara still fits into his pants that were handed to him down from Kankuro in middle school, his chicken legs never changing. He’s still a little bit punk, never growing out of it, hence his shoes and earrings. He wears a fine red peacoat to say “HEY LOOK I’M NORMAL, SEE??” And if you don’t know the story behind his choker, you can check my previous posts or stay blissfully oblivious.

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Thanks for reading all or part of this! I had a lot of fun writing my thoughts down. I also did not read anything over to make sure for any errors lmao...

#gaalee #leegaa #gaara #rock lee #drawings #naruto #designs #fashion designs

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a-boca-do-inferno · 2 years

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emotions (erik lehnsherr x mutant!reader)

summary: Erik goes after Jean to kill her and you follow him.

warnings: swearing, violence. angst too. well and erik should be a warning of his own me thinks. also fluff at the very end bc im weak

words: 2.4k

notes: i'm very sorry about any mistakes, english is not my first language. feel free to correct me anytime, i always want to get better at what i do! enjoy xx

You sigh loudly as soon as your eyes meet his on the other side of the street. There is a fucking train separating you two and something in your stomach turns. So this is the Magneto you had yet to see, the big bad villain everyone warned you about.

You were sort of a guest in the Brotherhood for about a year now, although Erik was wary of you at first, what with your quiet and reserved personality even when you were in need of their help. You didn’t talk much like him, but despite his cautiousness, you both hit it off well — as well as one can do it with him, anyway. Your topics of discussion were mostly Brotherhood-related, so your relationship was strictly professional in a way. You couldn’t deny your little crush on him, though, especially in the last few days where he was so much more open and even willing to exchange more words with you other than your usual small talk; however, just when everything seemed to be going fine, shit hit the fan pretty quickly.

A weird redhead showed up out of nowhere with blood on her shirt. Then military men with helicopters and also a guy with glasses, who you suspected was part of Erik’s old boy band back in the sixties. He never really talked to you about anything, really, let alone his very turbulent past, but you could see their familiarity when Hank showed up, too, out of nowhere, offering Erik some plot to kill the redhead for vengeance and so on and so forth. You could only suppose saying that to him was the equivalent of giving candy to a kid, because the next thing you knew, the two men had completely vanished along with a few other mutants. You could only let out a light “shit” under your breath while going back inside the cabin you’d been staying.

You knew who Raven was, sure, what mutant didn’t? Still, killing Jean Grey was something Erik was maybe a little too hurt to think through at the moment. A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Should you have followed, perhaps in hopes to talk him out of it? It’s not like he would listen to you, right? And you couldn’t stop him either, even if you tried. You were powerful, but he was the Magneto. He’d just hold you in place by your earrings or something.

“I agree with you”, you hear a voice coming from the door. It’s Selene.

“I didn’t even say anything”, you joke, well aware of her mutation.

Selene pays no mind to your evasion, giving you a concerned look. “We should stop him, this isn’t right.”

You sigh again. “We can’t stop him alone, you know that.”

She then turns her back and smiles, looking at you over her shoulder. “Who says we’ll go alone?”

Turns out Selene was talking about the X-Men, or what was left of them anyway. When you both arrive at the place where all the chaos is installed, the only thing you can see is Erik floating over a train in the middle of the goddamn street. The moment he lays eyes on you standing on the sidewalk, you feel a shiver go up your spine.

Is he in some kind of a trance when he wears that stupid helmet? It looks like it. His face’s hardened in a way that’s quite foreign to you. No matter how closed off he is as just Erik, Magneto appears to be a godlike creature who doesn’t really care about collateral damage and lives other than his own.

“You go get Erik, I’ll cover you”, Selene says, to which you simply furrow your brows.

She leaves right after and you don’t get a chance to protest her idea of a plan. You close your eyes and try your best not to feel intimidated by Erik still looking at you with that somber expression. A small stream of water makes its way through your hands and suddenly it turns into thick ice. He notices what you’re doing and stops handling the train to go where you are, far from all the conflict.

He stands before you and pulls you closer to him by the medallion you wear. “You shouldn’t be here”, his voice echoes like thunder in your ears.

“You shouldn’t either”, it’s all you can bring yourself to answer. Everything is wrong about this situation, his tight hold on your medallion being the very first on the list.

Erik doesn’t even flinch. “Go back home, this isn’t safe for you.”

“You can’t do this, Erik”, you put one hand on his shoulder in an automatic gesture. “I know she did something terrible, but...”

He cuts you off, holding your hand in place. “She must pay”, and he floats away without another word. Typical Erik.

You don’t let him off so easy, however. You hit him with an ice rock, then another, until he’s finally had enough. The medallion tightens around your neck with a wave of his hand and you start to choke on the spot, getting on your knees desperately looking for air. The last thing you see is a big red blast hitting him from behind before blacking out.

***

“What did you do to her, Erik?”, you hear Selene’s voice from a distance.

There’s no answer to her question, so you slowly open your eyes only to be met with Erik sitting right in front of you. The device around his neck gives away where you are; yet again caught by the fucking humans. Your head still feels a bit dizzy and you try to pull yourself together as quickly as possible, because there is no way you’re going to be held in a cell again.

“Is she alright?”, a blue guy you’ve never seen in your life asks, but nobody answers him either.

Only then you realize the disturbing silence between your fellow mutants. You look to your left and somehow even Charles Xavier managed to get caught in this shitshow. All you can do is laugh at him, at everyone, at yourself. Maybe that cell wasn’t so bad after all.

“What’s so funny?”, Erik spits out, as if the worst thing in this absolute nightmare was you having a psychotic breakdown.

“You, you fucking clown!”, the words just come out of your mouth. Your head’s still spinning, but your rage speaks for you now. “Is this what you wanted? Being locked up like animals because of your stupid vendetta?!”

Erik stares at you menacingly, but at this point you’re past being afraid of him. “You think it’s my fault? They’re only here after Jean, she is the one destroying everything in her path.”

“And you just happened to be right there with a fucking train in the middle of the street, right?”, you laugh humourlessly, locking eyes with Charles once more. He’s quiet through the whole argument and he looks like he’s guilty of something himself.

You can’t confront him about it though, because Erik speaks again. “You shouldn’t be here”, he says, but with none of the animosity displayed before. You can’t help but sustain his intense gaze, feeling like somehow you’ll find the answer to all your problems in his beautiful eyes. “You were supposed to stay home, take care of the others. I trusted you with that.”

You lift an eyebrow, genuinely confused by his words. “You didn’t trust me with anything, Erik. You just left with mister fuzzy here, without another word”, you point at Hank with your chin.

“I didn’t think I needed to”, he declares, eventually ending that strange conversation.

Aliens show up out of nowhere next — that seemed to be a current theme today. You can’t really make up what is happening in front of you, but the mutants free themselves and fight the aliens. You eventually snap out of it and try to help them as much as you can, even though your head is still throbbing and your surroundings sometimes get blurry in your vision.

There is a pause in the conflict until Selene flies out of the moving train and you hear Erik screaming her name. You quickly make your way to the direction she went and create a bridge out of ice, managing to catch her in time so she can land on the roof. She flashes you a smile and goes back to fighting the weird-looking creatures.

“They’ll just keep coming and coming, we can’t beat them”, you tell Erik, who’s a little busy throwing metal rubble on a blonde. You give him a hand trying to drown her with a powerful stream of hot water, but it’s to no use. Her burnt face just heals itself in front of your eyes, which makes you shake your head in disbelief. “This is crazy, we can’t win!”

“Maybe stop whining and actually fight for a...”

“It’s not working, we should...”

You’re cut off by the woman suddenly lashing at you, but Erik is faster, pinning her against the wall with a swift movement of his wrists. You watch with wide eyes as his demeanour quickly changes from annoyed to dangerous, like he is about to kill her right there. You know he can’t since these aliens don’t seem to die, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling something turn in your stomach. A mix of fear and excitement, perhaps?

A light laugh takes you back to the scene. The blonde is staring at Erik like he just told her the funniest joke and you furrow your brows in confusion. He’s still holding her under metal stuff and his veins look like they’re about to explode because of the force he’s putting into it.

“Your species is weak, you have too many emotions”, she says, and her monotone voice makes you shiver slightly. Her dark eyes land on your figure, you’re just behind Erik. “This man would kill me because I just tried to hurt you and he could easily die because of it, but he simply doesn’t care”, she turns her gaze to him again, whose expression can only be described as the epitome of anger. “How pathetic.”

Before you can process any of what she just said, Jean Grey appears — yet again, goddamnit — out of nowhere. Charles Xavier is by her side and suddenly you all are floating away while she fights the crazy blonde alien. Somehow you managed to get caught in the crossfire again and one of the bad guys beats you up pretty bad. A red light exploding in the sky in complete silence is all you can see before everything is black, once more.

***

“When is she gonna wake up?”

“Soon, I think. She’s a strong one”, it’s Erik’s voice.

You open your eyes immediately. He’s never spoken about you like that, at least not in your presence. The moment his bright orbs meet yours is like a replay of that scene from earlier, where he was floating with that stupid helmet covering half his face. Somehow the usual silence between you two now feels like a curse, so you clear your throat and take a look at your surroundings.

“Fancy, is that our new home?”, your eyes travel through the whole room, but end up on the man sitting next to you on the bed.

“If you want to, it is”, his voice is quiet, and his almost playful tone catches you off guard.

A playful Erik?

“Hm, I’ll leave you two alone”, you don’t notice Selene standing by his side until she speaks up. She leaves, closing the door behind her. You reprimand a long sigh.

Once you’re both alone, Erik takes a deep breath. “I want to apologize”, he says loudly, as if he wanted you to really listen to his words. “My behaviour towards you earlier was not fair, I shouldn’t have hurt you. I’m truly sorry”, his eyes wander away, probably ashamed of his actions.

This was another side of Erik you had yet to see. These were probably the most words he spoke to you in one sentence. You feel like this moment has to be cathartic for you two in some way, so you take the bait. “Why did you, though?”, you ask casually, not really caring much about resentment at this point. You were just curious about his unexpected reaction.

“When I said I trusted you with the Brotherhood, I meant that. And you should know I don’t trust people that easily.”

“You don’t trust people at all, Erik”, you let a small smile spread across your face, being received with a similar expression from him. “I was only trying to help you, you know? Killing the girl was not the answer.”

“Yes, I know that now”, you exchange a look that lasts way longer than it probably should have. “And again, I’m really sorry.”

“You also said that I shouldn’t be there, but you were wrong.” You touch his hand slowly, studying each pore on his skin. “Maybe if I didn’t go, you’d never tell me all of that.”

“As I told you before, I didn’t think it needed to be said. To me it was clear”, he states bluntly.

This makes you chuckle. “What was clear, Erik?”

“That you are very important to me, to all of us”, he places your hand on his lips, brushing it softly against his mouth. Your heart melts inside your chest. “That woman read my mind like a book to you already, so I see no point in denying it anymore. I believe I may be in love with you for quite some time, now.”

“Well, shit”, it’s all you can bring yourself to verbalize. Erik continues to kiss your hand and suddenly his face is too close to yours. You can feel his warm breath against your cheeks and it’s delicious and sexy and terrifying. “Erik...”

“Yes, (y/n)?”, he looks at you intently. His fingertips dance on your neck, waiting eagerly for your green light.

You try to catch your breath, but it’s a challenge with his mouth almost touching yours. “I’m... I’m sorry I called you a clown, you’re not that funny.”

Erik simply rolls his eyes, still smiling nonetheless. “Maybe you just don’t know that side of me yet, liebling.”

He kisses you, cupping your face like it’s the most precious thing he ever touched. You heart hammers inside of you and if heaven does exist, it must feel like this. It has to. When he stares at you again, you’re sure of that. As the emotions flow through you at the same pace his hands travel all over your body, you don’t feel weak at all.

Everything is fine now.

#erik lehnsherr x reader #magneto x reader #michael fassbender x reader #x-men x reader #michael fassbender #erik lehnsherr #magneto #x-men

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