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cindylcuwho · 4 months

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“ your first munch ★ ”

— ★ matt sturniolo x afab! reader

★ ) summary ; after matt confessed to never eating a girl out, you offer to be his first taste

★ ) warnings ; switch! matt (not rly man is submissive) , oral (fem receiving) overuse of “you” and “he” 😭, thigh biting, teasing, pet names (baby)

★ ) madds note ; i re-wrote this so many times and im acc kinda sad bc the ending SUCKS . but idk enjoy (im still wattpad core so😭)

“i cannot believe—“ you let out a breathe, trying to calm down from laughing, “that thee matthew sturniolo, teenage girl heart throb, has never made a girl orgasm before?”

your words came out as if you couldn’t believe it, like you were asking if it were true even though he had just admitted to it.

matt shifted awkwardly on the couch, crossing his arms with a huff. he softly shoved your legs, which were spread on top of his own.

“i have, just not by.. you know,” he motioned his curled his fingers. he couldn’t finish the sentence, embarrassed by what he had admitted to you. poor baby didn’t even know if he moved his fingers in the right way.

what started off as just a fun little game of truth of dare quickly turned more sexual as you scrolled deeper into googles recommended searches.

“haven’t you had a girlfriend before??” you sat up straighter, now intrigued. your feet unhooked on his right thigh with a pillow in your lap.

“i thought you two were getting it on- wait does this mean you’ve never gotten head??” the unanswered questions were piling on top of each other, all you were dying to know the answers to.

“no, ive been given head before but anytime id offer to give it back she’d refuse, i didn’t wanna push her into that.”

you nodded your head, processing his words. matt has always been nice like that, always obeying to everyone and never asking questions.

he was such a good person you often wondered if he even knew where to draw the line when someone was being awful towards him.

maybe matt would also be like that during sex. would he be into getting overstimulated? would his thighs shake as he cried and begged for you to stop- oh my god. maybe he’d cry harder because you stopped.

you were dying to be one of the lucky few to find out.

the awkward silence was cut short when a devilish idea came to your mind.

“if you want,” you swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing, “i can be your first munch.”

matt’s eyes widened at your offer, “you being deadass?” he let out an airy laugh. you two were close, so close you knew each others underwear sizes but he never thought you would be into him.

not that matt wasn’t into you, god he would bet on everything that you would look gorgeous while moaning his name. not that you already don’t just sitting on the couch with loose clothing, his clothes, though the thoughts of what you’d look like as he was pleasuring you until no return creeped into his mind.

his eyes were trained on the floor, if he looked you in the eye he might cum in his pants on the spot.

“i was joking, don’t worry”

you truly weren’t, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood with your selfish thoughts.

matt laughed along with you. he couldnt tell if you were lying or not. did you not want him as bad as he wanted you?

taking a bold step, his fingers glazed over from your calf to your thigh in one stroke.

the sudden feeling made your entire body tingle with excitement. you were so close to begging him to do more.

it’s like your body was already craving him and he has barely done a thing.

he bit his lip as he silently sank from the edge of your bed to his knees. “do you have to be joking?”

matt looked so pretty like this. he was patiently sitting on the heels of his feet. his blue eyes shined as he looked up at you, waiting for an answer. his lips were plump, waiting to be kissed. his left hand rested in between his thighs.

the thought of him jacking off to pleasing you only enticed your feelings more.

he gave your thigh a tight squeeze, a silent signal for you to respond. you shook your head, “please.” you whispered.

“hm? please what?” he cocked his head to the side, the look of eagerness he was holding made your downer lips flutter even more than they had been.

“please, please touch me matt.”

he didnt need to be told twice. his hands spread your legs apart, and you helped to pull down your pants, moving faster than you normally would.

matt didn’t move to touch you, he was too scared of doing something wrong and wasn’t sure how to. “baby?” you leaned down to cup his cheek, “hey, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s completely up to you”

matt let out a loud whine, tears already pooling in his eyes. “i really, really do. i just don’t know what to do” he rested his hand on your left knee in defeat.

his lips slowly pressed into the skin, moving up. even if matt didn’t know what he was doing, he only knew he wanted to continue feeling your skins warmth against him.

matt bit down into your left thigh, earning a ‘hiss’ from you. he quickly backed his head away, a tear already rolling down his cheek from thinking he truly hurt you.

you giggled at him, leaning down to lick the tear away. he closed his eyes as your tongue made contact, taking in the wet feeling with gratitude.

grabbing his right hand, you slowly moved it up your thigh and stopped directly at your covered hole.

he bent the majority of his fingers, leaving only the middle and ring finger up. he took your head nod as a response and moved your panties to the side, slowly sliding the digits inside you.

you couldn’t help let out a moan at the sudden curl into your g-spot. matt stopped his movements, worried he already did something bad.

“no, baby don’t stop- loved that.”

matt continued the previous movements, “fuck,” he whispered to himself. the noises coming from both you and your running slick was music to his ears and made their way down to his cock, creating a tent in his pants.

his tattoo-covered arm raced down to his own crotch, palming at the growing tent in his pants. he didn’t continue, denying himself the opportunity to get off to you.

this is about your pleasure, not his.

matt moved his head closer. the smell your sweetness only made him his cock harder.

you let out a whine as he softly bit your thigh once more. you could feel him smile into your skin, softly sucking against the area before pulling away and moving to attack your most needed area.

your hips rolled on matt’s fingers as his tongue moved from flicking your clit to licking all over the place. he was addicted to your taste, lapping up everything your body would give him.

he pulled away, making you whine at the loss. “am i doing okay?” matt licked his lips, looking at you with blown out pupils.

“matt, you were doing so good, ple—“ he didn’t need to be told anything more before his tongue was already being shoved inside you.

his fingers were moving painfully slow in against your clit as his tongue pumped in and out of you, creating a build up of pleasure within your core.

“mm- fuck, matt” your hands tangled in his fluffy strands, tugging him closer than humanly possible. he relished at the harshness, moaning on your clit.

his hips subconsciously grinded against your bed, chasing his own high.

letting out a loud cry, a wave of sensations went through your body, grinding yourself against matt’s face.

he took it all with a wide smile, slurping up all the bits of cum his tongue could find.

once matt was done licking up all your juices, he put your panties back in their place. you pulled him upwards on the bed, cradling him in your arms.

“are we sure that was your first time?” you sighed, teasingly slapping his cheeks with the littlest pressure

he nodded his head yes. you two were silent for a moment before he spoke up,

“does this have to be the only time?”

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moon-rivr · 5 months

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Daya, I'm brining a thot to your yard- it's me.

I had an idea :

khonshu avatar !Miguel o'hara or Marc Spector × chubby Hathor avatar f!reader.

You know how Hathor and Khonshu are a thing and that's in conflict with Miguel or Marc x reader because they're not fans of each other at all, they're both grumpy x grumpy dripping with sarcasm.

They end up having to spend time together because of some mission and now they're trying not to jump each other whole time Khonshu and Hathor are just veeeery encouraging so they make a plan to make it happen.

Give them that good good nsfw 🖤

adieu.

hate to love you

pairing: moon knight miguel o’hara x chubby hathor fem reader

contents: ex-lovers-enemies-lovers (?), use of toy, mentions of blood, oral (f receiving), riding, slapping, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, choking, and cowgirl

a/n: idk if i’m being too self-critical or if this is acc ass but i hope y’all enjoy 😭 sorry it took me so long btw

word count: 6k

A loud knock on your front door shook you from your thoughts while you were cleaning, wiping your hands on the apron that you were wearing before walking over to the door. You opened up the door just a crack, a loud groan erupting from your throat once you saw Miguel standing there with his hands in his pocket. Once many moons ago, his presence would've filled you up with joy but it now only brought feelings of sadness and anger. "Before you close the door, just hea-" you closed the door before he got the chance to finish speaking, unable to face him again.

The last time you'd seen Miguel was last year in your shared apartment in Cairo while you were breaking up with him. He left you after the passing of your daughter for five months, effectively ignoring your calls and messages. You'd even tried to track him down but every attempt that you made just felt like you were chasing after a ghost. Though you tried to convince yourself that he was mostly likely dead to justify his prolonged absence, you couldn't help but wonder if it was just that he didn't want to be with you. When he came back though, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head into your shoulder like he'd never left.

"I'm sorry that I left you for so long, I just couldn't fathom the loss of our daughter," he told you after he pulled away, his eyes scanning over your body like he was trying to make sure it was you. You took a couple seconds to let his words run through your mind, looking at him blankly. "You couldn't fathom the loss of Gabriella? What about me?! I needed you!" you yelled at him, your hands forming into fists while tears ran down your cheeks. “I know, I know. But at least I'm here now," he offered, extending his hands out to embrace you in a hug once more. You stepped back from him, a dry chuckle escaping from your lips.

"For how long, Miguel? It used to me and you fighting side by side, but now something's always gotta come up. First it was Khonshu’s demands and now it's the loss of our daughter. Dating you feels like I'm dating nobody," you responded bitterly, your eyes stinging from the tears you were holding back. "You know about my debt to Khonshu. You know I can't deny him anything," his response came out monotone, like a mantra he repeated to himself to justify his actions. "I don't wanna see you anymore. Get out," your voice cracked as you spoke, cursing yourself inside for showing him that vulnerability.

"You know I can't control her," you overheard Hathor speak, certainly talking to Khonshu. "Please mami, don't do this to me. I promise I'll stick around this time," he pleaded with you, getting down on his knees as he held your hands in his. Seeing him like this almost made you want to forgive him, almost. "You said that the last couple times. Get off me and get out," you tried to muster up the same nonchalant tone he used, your voice still wavering from the tears you were withholding. Miguel stood up to his feet, his hands still holding yours as he looked down at the floor. "Alright, I'm sorry."

You ended up moving out of the apartment, unable to face the memories that the four walls held. The first time you guys inaugurated every surface, the times that you two shared a meal together, and your whispered prayers for a hope that he would be okay. While you were cleaning up the apartment, you found a wedding ring in one of Miguel’s jackets. You held it close to your chest, allowing yourself to break down since he left. Though you didn't take much with you, you ended up taking the wedding ring with you to Nueva York.

Loud pounding on the door broke you out of the memories, the door's hinges seeming to loosen with every fist that he took to it. "I'm not leaving until we have a conversation. Please!" Miguel pleaded, his pounding stopping only so you'd hear his words. "I need you," his words came out more hushed this time, his hands going back to pounding on the door afterwards. You convinced yourself that you were only opening the door to avoid any noise complaints from your neighbors despite the certain pull that you felt towards him.

"What do you want?" Your tone came out brisk and cold, the door slightly ajar as you eyed him. It didn't help your resolve at seeing his painfully handsome physique, the time apart definitely doing him good. "I need your help with something urgent. Do you mind if I come in? It's not safe to talk about out here," he responded, stepping closer to the door. You opened up the door to let him in, making some distance between the two of you by going to check up on the pot in the oven. He slid off his shoes, sitting down at the dinner table.

You poured yourself a bowl of soup, sitting down across from him as you blew on it slightly to cool it down. "You're not gonna give me any?" He asked, the words seeming to die down in his throat once he spotted your glare. "As if I would waste leftovers on you. Now get to the point and talk," you told him, bringing the spoon up to your mouth. You heard the sound of a flute playing, soft melodies filling up the house only to spot Hathor sitting down on the couch with a smile on her face. "So basically I need your help getting this ancient scroll from this collector. He's having a ball later this week and I was wondering if you'd be my partner for the mission."

The spoonful of soup that you'd taken came out of your nose when he finished speaking, and you quickly rushed to wipe up the mess you made. Miguel rushed over to the kitchen, handing you a glass of water to ease with the coughing. Hour hands brushed up against his, the same spark that you'd felt before returning before you quickly snatched the cup away from him. "And why do you need me to help you? You're very insistent on handling things yourself," you responded, not missing the opportunity to land a dig on him. "Please. Khonshu’s not exactly friends with the other gods and you know I wouldn't be here if I didn't really need you," he told you, his eyes locking straight to yours.

A scoff escaped from your throat, glancing back over at him as you folded your arms. "So you're here because I'm a last resort? Great way to seal this deal," you retorted, going back to eating your soup. A loud groan came from his throat, his hands digging into his scalp as he looked down at his feet. "As much as I need your help, I'm not gonna beg for it. I hope you choke on that damn soup," he grumbled, standing up and tossing the chair to the side before he left. Hathor’s music ceased playing once he left, appearing in front of you with a condescending look on her face. "Absolutely not."

You'd thought that Hathor would leave you alone after the way you acted in front of Miguel, wishful thinking on your part really. "Just help him out, what do you have to lose?" She told you, waking you up at four in the morning. You grabbed the pillow underneath you, covering your ears with it despite the fact you knew it wouldn't work with her. "Pleaseee. Just do me this favor and I'll give you a shortened contract than the one we have right now," she spoke up once more, appearing in the corner of your room. You were aware of the fact that she could take over your body and treat you as her marionette, so you could appreciate that she was willing to bargain. "Fine. Now please let me sleep."

The day of when the party was supposed to be, you stumbled over a box in your front step while you were heading out to get the mail. You brought the box, taking caution on opening it just in case it was one of the artifacts that you'd bid on recently. Inside the box however, laid a green ball gown with a matching pair of lingerie, a note sticking to the side of the box. Miguel’s handwriting covered the sticky note, thanking you for agreeing to do it and telling you to wear the dress since it'd match his suit. You had half the mind to defy him and end up wearing something else, but you couldn't help but feel enchanted while you tried the dress on.

"Get your damn hand off me," you snapped at Miguel when he tried to help you out the car, his hand lingering on yours. "I would but what husband would I be if I didn't help you get out," he mused, seemingly more amused by the situation than you. He placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you into the house, the same way that he used to do when you two were dating. You pushed his hand away, deciding to do something safe and place your hand on his arm. Even just from the outside, you could tell that the estate was expensive by the way that the flowers were cut and arranged.

Miguel attempted to include the two of you in others' conversations so as to not appear out of place, but you could tell that the two of you stuck out like a sore thumb. "Maybe if you got rid of that scowl on your face people would be eager to talk to us," Miguel whispered in your ear once the two of you snuck out to get a glass of champagne. You could only glare at him in response, jolting upright as you felt a vibration in your core. Your eyes could practically shot daggers at Miguel as you watched the stupid smirk on his face. "Estate calmada and maybe I'll slow it down," he whispered, turning up the level before walking away. (stay calm)

You excused yourself to the bathroom after five minutes, needing a break from the vibrations in your core. Your panties were covered in your slick when you pulled them down, a sense of relief hitting you once you took them off. You were planning on camping out in the bathroom for a couple minutes, a buzzing sound coming from your phone interrupting your thoughts.

devil spawn: Don't think you're getting out of this so easily

Shocking bastard. You let out a small grumble, taking the opportunity to wipe down the slick dripping down from your thighs before putting the panties back on. The vibrations continued to hit your clit with every movement that you made, the low volume only getting you in a worse mood than you already were. You tried to calm your expression as you walked back over to Miguel, wrapping your hand around his arm to keep up the appearance. "I was starting to think you disappeared, mi amor," he spoke up, introducing you to one of the other collectors in the party.

The vibrations intensified when you stuck your hand out to introduce yourself to the man, your smile wavering by the second. You squeezed your thighs together to help satiate the need you had in between your legs, shaking the man's hand as if nothing was bothering you. He and Miguel got into a conversation about some antiques in Egypt, the man excluding you from the conversation completely. A moan escaped from your lips when you felt the vibrations intensify, quickly covered up with a cough when the man turned to look at you. He looked at you for a couple seconds before shrugging and going back to his conversation with Miguel.

"I'm about to stick this heel up your ass, I swear," you muttered just low enough for Miguel to hear. He rolled his eyes, excusing himself to the man before grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. "Either we get killed or you just stand there like a good girl and take what I'm giving to you. It's not like you don't deserve it," he responded, raising his hand up with a smile to salute the man despite the bitter tone that he'd used with you. "You're the last person I want to be with right now, so cool it and I might consider stopping the vibrator, hm?" His whisper came out in the most condescending tone possible, taking your arm as he led the two of you back to the man.

A loud clink on a glass interrupted every conversation, silence filling up the room until footsteps were heard. Ammit's avatar presented themselves, thanking everybody for showing up to the event and started to speak about some of the artifacts that would be up for auction tonight. "I’m gonna go and look for the scroll. You're responsible for appearances," you craned your neck to speak up to him, his nod being the only confirmation. You stepped off to the side while everybody was looking away, walking up the white marble stairs as quietly as you could.

You snuck into a couple of the rooms upstairs, unable to find anything before stopping in front of the bookshelf of what you assumed was the master bedroom. You touched around, applying soft pressure to the books to see if there was a trap door behind. "Try Metamorphosis by Kafka," you heard behind you, only to be met with Miguel standing in the doorway. "Right, because you would know," you grumbled to yourself, pulling the book despite your protests. The bookshelf moved to one side, allowing entry to the hidden room behind it. "I'd say I would know," Miguel responded, a cocky grin on his face as he grabbed the book from you and placed it back on the shelf.

You spent the walk down the stairs fuming to yourself, Miguel’s chuckle interrupting you from your thoughts. "For the record, I only know that since he and I used to be friends," he told you as the two of you reached another door at the bottom of the stairs. You opened up the door, gold reflecting off the surfaces as you walked in. You and Miguel separated, deciding to take the room by small sections as the two of you sought out for the scroll. After a couple minutes of searching, Miguel called out to you to tell you that he'd found the scroll.

The two of you were about to walk out of the room and head back to the party when the sound of a walkie talkie came through. "Requesting backup in the master bedroom. There appears to be some intruders," a gruff, male voice spoke into it as he attempted his best to keep his voice hushed. You looked over at Miguel panicked, his eyes darting around the room to figure out an escape plan. He grabbed onto your wrist, pulling one of the artifacts on the shelf to open up a hidden closet in the walls. The two of you clamored inside, attempting to get comfortable in the confined space.

"You're stepping on my shoe," you complained to Miguel, your voice barely above a whisper as you did. "Shut up, you're gonna get us killed," he responded, moving a bit further away from you to get his foot off. The main door opened, loud bootsteps echoing as the men stepped inside. You tried to keep your movements to a minimum, but you couldn't help the fact that you were starting to feel claustrophobic in the space. "Stop moving so much, you're making me uncomfortable," Miguel muttered from behind you, keeping his voice as quiet as he could. "Shut up. You're stressing me out," you hissed back at him, trying to calm yourself down before you ended up getting a panic attack.

Miguel held your hand throughout the process, telling you that you wouldn't be in here for much longer. Your breathing slowed down at the calmness of his words, slowly returning back to normal as you opened and closed your hands. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his auburn ones to see a sense of longing burning inside of them. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his impulsively. You were expecting him to push you away after his initial reaction of shock, but he brought his hand to your waist as he pulled you closer to him. His hand came down to your breast, kneading it to the best of his ability as he continued to engulf your mouth with his.

You pulled away after a couple seconds, seemingly coming back to your senses after listening to the boot steps retreat. You wiped your mouth to try to erase the fact that you'd kissed the man you swore to hate, but the simple fact was that he'd engraved himself into your soul since the first time you met. Miguel pressed a button, the closet door opening to reveal the guards still standing there with their arms by their sides. "Summon the damn suit!" You snapped at him, summoning your own before they got the chance to raise their guns to shoot. The shields protecting your arms managed to cover you as you reached over for one of the guard's guns, hitting him in the head with it.

Your suit was meant more to protect you rather than attack so you were left up to your own devices and agility to defend yourself against the guards. Miguel tossed over one of the moons that rested on his chest to which you used to stab a guard in the neck. Miguel had taken care of most of the guards, leaving them with severe injuries and some dead. You handed the blood stained crescent moon to him, footsteps coming down the stairs as Ammit’s current avatar presented themselves to you two. "I'll distract them and you run," Miguel whispered in your ear, your brows furrowing as you looked at him. "And what about you?" You inquired, feeling slightly worried about how'd he manage. "I'll be fine. You just get out."

The avatar charged straight for you, aware of the fact that you couldn't do much to defend yourself but Miguel tackled them to the ground before they were able to get too close. You hesitated for a moment on leaving him alone before running off back up the stairs. The suit vanished and you were clad in the green dress once more, the blood from the guards dripping down the side of your face. You wiped it away in the spare bathroom, deciding to go back to your apartment before any of the guards caught on to who you were.

"What do you think about him going back to her place?" Hathor spoke up when Miguel finished the fight, glancing over at Khonshu. "Doesn't she hate him?" The bird responded, only making himself visible to the other deity as they plan out their matchmaking. "She only hates him because the thought of loving him is so painful," Hathor mused, watching Miguel get threatened by the avatar. "If you don't kill me, I'll make sure to make your little girlfriend's life a living hell," Ammit’s avatar told Miguel, a fire burning inside of Miguel’s eyes. The pair watched as Miguel practically tore apart the body, blood spilling throughout the marble floor.

"Seems like he's still in love too," Khonshu finally responded, watching as Miguel disposed of the other guards standing in place. "Is there any way for you to delay his healing abilities? Suggest that maybe he seeks her out as a nurse," Hathor suggested, glancing over at her ex lover. "His healing capability isn't at its max tonight. It's a crescent moon, but I'll try to slow down the rate he heals at," he told her, watching as Hathor faded away into nothing. Khonshu spent a couple seconds looking into the empty space where Hathor once was, feeling conflicted about his feelings towards her. "Why am I not healing?" Miguel’s voice broke him out of the trance, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike. "I know of a good makeshift nurse who's willing to help."

A loud knock on your door surprised you, your curiosity getting the better of you as you went to go open it. "I know I said that would be the last favor but I was wondering if you'd patch me up," Miguel spoke up, half of his face covered in blood as he staggered to your front step. You opened the door to let him in, his shoes dragging blood across the welcome mat. You helped Miguel take off the shoes, placing them on the mat before helping him sit down at the dinner table. After wetting a kitchen rag, you grabbed your first aid kit and walked back over to him.

"What happened to the avatar?" You asked him as you wiped down the blood on his face. "You sure you want to know?" He responded, seeming to avoid your gaze as you cleaned him up. "You already did kill those guards so I'm not sure why you're avoiding the topic," you pointed out, grabbing a cotton pad and dipping it in rubbing alcohol. You'd been aware for a while of the fact that Miguel had a kill if necessary rule placed among himself, the lines faltering every so often with Khonshu’s interference. "I guess they found out I had a.. weakness when it came to you and basically said that as long as they were alive, they'd never leave you alone," he finally responded, your eyes widening as you tried to process the information.

"What type of weakness are you referring to?" You finally asked him, bandaging up a cut on the side of his cheek. "You know. No te hagas la tonta," he responded, a small hissing escaping from his lips as he felt the rubbing alcohol seep into the cut. (don’t act stupid) "If I knew I wouldn't be asking," you told him, sitting back down across from him. "The weakness is that I'm still so in love with you that I'm willing to kill anyone that even utters your name in the wrong tone," his answer surprised you, but what surprised you even more is the fact that you didn't feel the supposed hatred you conditioned yourself to feel for him. All you felt was concern for his well-being and maybe, just maybe, a smidge of love for him as well.

"So now it's my turn to ask the questions. Why'd you kiss me back there?" He inquired, leaning over a bit on the table as he looked straight into your eyes. "Something I did out of the moment," you responded, avoiding his gaze as you cleared your throat. "So if I kissed you right now, would you push me away?" The question came out hushed, like he wanted to keep it just for your ears only. You nibbled down on your bottom lip, unwilling to answer him since you knew that you were already starting to feel the initial attraction that you once felt towards him.

He leaned in slowly, giving you the time to back out if you wanted. When he realized that you stayed sitting still, he tilted your chin up and pressed his lips against yours. He started the kiss off slow, sensual enough to get you used to the taste of him once more before his tongue dipped into your mouth. You dug your fingers into his hair, wanting to make up for the past year that he hadn't been around. "See, you say you hate me yet you kiss like you love me. What's up with that?" he mused, pulling away from the kiss as he looked at you. "You never do shut up, huh?"

You led him into your bedroom, guiding him into your bed as you took off the heels you'd worn for the evening. He helped you unzip the dress, the gown pooling down by your feet once he'd finished. "Lemme taste you. could practically smell you dripping back there," he spoke like it physically agonized him that his head wasn't buried between your legs at the moment. You got down on the bed, watching as he made his way down in between your legs. You couldn't help but hide your upper body with the way that he was looking at you, a carnal stare in his eyes. He pushed your hands away, exposing you to him and pinned them down to the bed.

He started off slow, delivering small kisses on your inner thighs before grabbing your panties with his front teeth. His fangs poked out as he pushed down the panties, sliding them off your ankles with his hands. Your arousal from throughout the night glistened on your cunt as you awaited for him to make the next move, your hand grabbing onto his wrist. "Please," you pleaded, his tongue prodding at your hole ever so slightly. "Please what?" He mused, his eyes meeting yours as his tongue collected the slick dripping on your inner thighs. "You know what!" You grumbled, starting to get frustrated from the lack of stimulation to your cunt. “I don't think I know. Think you'll have to tell me, chula."

You let out a small groan, looking down at him to see that he wasn't going to relent without you doing so first. "Please just eat me out already," you muttered, using the lightest tone of voice you could so as to not injure your pride even more. "I don't think I heard you right. Say that again for me, will you?" He responded, a cocky grin on his face as he looked at you. "Please just eat me out!" You exclaimed, his tongue going into your hole right after you finished speaking. He thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit every time that he moved forward.

He pulled his tongue out of your hole, licking a stripe down from your clit to your folds. You tried to wiggle your hips upward, trying to get more of what he had to give but his hands held your arms in place in what appeared to be an iron grip. "You'll take what I give you and nothing more," he simply said, going back to slurping on your cunt like a starved man. Your ankles dug into the bed as he started thrusting into you faster, his tongue brushing up against your g-spot. "Fuckkk, right there. Keep going," you moaned out, struggling to stay still the longer he kept stimulating that spot.

One of his hands released your arm, drawing lazy circles on your clit as his mouth buried itself into your cunt. The sounds he was making were obscene, slurping you up like you were the finest beverage he could've been offered. Your free hand buried itself into his hair, pushing even further into your cunt as your thighs closed on either side of his head.A loud moan erupted from your throat when the circles on your clit started to get faster, more precise. You started to pull away from him, feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure that you were receiving but he was quick to pull you back down into his mouth. "My mouth isn't leaving your pussy until you cum all over it, understood?"

All you could do is nod as your legs shook with every movement of his fingers, his head moving from side to side as he busied himself on slurping every drop of slick that you provided. You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly, your hands digging into his hair as a warning. He continued at the same pace he was going, thrusting into the spot that he knew would have you coming all over his mouth in seconds. Your release coated his mouth and chin as he pulled away, his tongue doing quick work not to let any go to waste. He got up and leaned over, pressing his lips against yours. The taste of you and him combined was enough to intoxicate you, a little slice of heaven.

"Get up. I wanna see you on top of me," he told you, your legs seeming to work on his command since you'd already finished standing up by the time he finished speaking. He got down on the bed, his back against the bedframe as he expected for you to come over. You got on the bed, your legs on either side of his as you jerked his cock off with your hand before the two of you got started. You lined up his cock with the entrance of your pussy, your previous orgasm making it much easier for you to sink down on him.

You spread your legs open, your hands pressed against his chest for balance as you forced yourself to go up his cock. While riding was something that you usually didn't mind when it came to him, his cock was too big to the point where you needed him to help you at the end. He took your breasts into his hand, kneading them before leaning in to suck on them. You brought your hand down to his hair, your fingers practically digging into his scalp as you sunk down on his cock once more. "Miguel it hurts. It's been too big," you whined, feeling that all too familiar sting in your thighs. "You can do it, mami. I have trust in you. I'll help you out if things get too hard, okay?"

You somewhat established a rhythm, putting all the force into your thighs as you sunk down to his cock and back up again. You came back down on his cock, the sting in your thighs becoming too prominent that you couldn't ignore it anymore. You buried your head into his shoulder, not willing to admit your defeat to him. "You need my help, chula?" He asked you, his hands coming down to your hips as his feet planted onto the bed. All you could do is simply nod, his hips snapping into yours as his cock pushed itself inside of you.

You were sitting upright as his cock molded itself to your cunt, your walls feeling the stretch with every thrust that he took. Your back arched as the ridges of his cock brushed up against your walls, your cunt squeezing his cock completely. Moans escaped from your mouth as he continued with the harsh pace he was going at, his thrusts deep and unrelenting. "Do you moan for everybody you hate or just me?" He mused, his fingers digging deeper into your hips. "J-just you!" you spoke out, your hands coming up to the headboard as you gripped on. His mouth came to your breasts again, swirling your nipple with his tongue and pulling it with his teeth just the slightest bit.

"For someone who says that they hate me so much, you sure are moaning like a little slut for me," he retorted, a stupid smirk on his face as he brought your chin to look at him. You couldn't help but want to wipe that stupid look of his face, your hand making contact with his cheek as you slapped him. You expected more of a reaction out of him, but all he could do was laugh as the mark of your palm lingered onto his skin. "You're gonna regret that, sweet girl," he whispered, his cock pushing deeper into you as his thrusts sped up. His hand came up to your throat, restricting your airflow just by the right amount.

Your hands came down to his hair, gripping at the strands as he continued to fuck into you. As he thrusted into you, you felt him brush up against your g-spot resulting in a choked up moan erupting from your throat. "Right there! Right there, please don't stop," you didn't know what exactly you were babbling for at this point, only planning to keep him at the angle that he was going for. He chuckled at seeing your fucked out state, his fingers sure to leave bruises on your hips by tomorrow as he tightened his grip on them. His hips snapped up against your ass with every thrust, the room filling up with the combined sounds of your moans and the skin clapping.

His mouth replaced the hand on your neck, kissing the side of it before sucking on the skin. He was planning on leaving you marked up, claiming you as his despite the fact he knew that this wouldn't fix your relationship completely. He let out a small groan as your fingers dig deeper into his scalp, relishing in the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure. "That's it, good girl. Practically milking my cock with the way you're gripping around me," he mused, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as the two of you neared your orgasm. One of his hands came down from your hip to your clit, stimulating the nub to your liking. He rolled his thumb around it, drawing small circles.

"Please let me cum!" you pleaded, his mouth forming into a sadistic smirk while his hand worked on your clit. "I don't think so, you're gonna hold it for that little stunt you pulled. If you cum before I give you permission, just know that there'll be even bigger consequences," he responded, the circles on your clit starting to speed up to match the rhythm he was currently abusing your cunt in. Tears rolled down from your cheeks as you struggled to maintain your composure, feeling like a porcelain doll about to break at any second now. He wiped your tears away with his other hand, sticking his thumb in his mouth while your salty tears coated his tongue.

"Beg me for it and I might consider letting you cum," he spoke, your eyes watering the more that kept teasing you. "Please! I'll be good for you, I promise! Just let me cum!" You sounded pathetic even to yourself, but you couldn't think of anything more than the release he was withholding from you. "Alright, cum for me," he responded, keeping the same pace he'd been going at. Your head arched back as your mouth opened into a 'o' shape, indicating that your orgasm would be any second now. You clamped around him tightly, his cock barely moving inside of you with how hard you had a grip on him. Your arousal coated his cock as you unclenched, your slick coating the insides of your thighs and his.

Ropes of cum shot up inside your cunt a few more thrusts later, your head falling down on his shoulder as you started to come down from the euphoria of his orgasm. You didn't allow yourself to think about the fact that you were supposed to be hating him, simply just thinking about how warm his body felt while it was pressed against yours. You brushed a couple of strands away from his forehead, his cock softening up inside of you. He removed his cock from you slowly, getting up to use the bathroom and get a rag for you.

"So I went to our place back in Cairo, looking for a ring. You don't know anything about that by any chance?" He asked you, putting his pants back on as he was getting ready to leave. "Well I just thought that it would be rude to let it stay there," you responded, reaching over to your nightstand to return it to him. You extended your hand out to him, the ring resting on your palm but he shook his head. "Keep it. There's no one that ring belongs to more than you. Nobody can stand to you. I'll see you next time we have to work together," he told you, leaning over to press his lips on your forehead. All you could do is sit up in your bed and watch as he left, his kiss mark imprinting itself into your mind.

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doggoboigaugau · 1 year

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Stray dog (Part 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

Pairings: Ghost x Soap x Male Reader

Long story short: my old acc got terminated for no reason so I'm reposting all this💀👍

Summary: Soap invited Male Reader to join Ghost and his favorite documentaries about dinosaur fossils :D (Ghost very loves dinosaurs y'all cannot tell me otherwise).

Word count: 1950

Warnings: Nothing. It's all fluff this time.

You lost track of time and ended up stopping only when your whole body screamed at you to rest. Looking up from the training gears, you realized that there was no one left in the room. It was a habit of you to ignore everyone and everything surrounding you when it is not necessary, or maybe it’s more like a coping mechanism, since this little tricky skill prevented you from taking in redundant information, such as a close group of men joking around with each other.

This very common sight in the military and especially in the training ground always succeeded in rendering you uncomfortable, and a vague but stingy feeling prevails over your chest, sometimes so badly that it even made breathing difficult.

No matter how hard you tried to brush it aside, dismissing it as something trivial and irrelevant, you knew damn well the cause of it: You once wished to belong to a group of friends that were so close that you all would spend time doing everything together, going on mission, training, drinking, and getting drunk together at the bar. Obviously, it had never happened. It never would, judging from how every time it was only you who got left behind, drowning yourself in overpriced alcohol and your own overwhelming emotions.

It was pitch black outside as you left the training centre. You dragged your fatigued body back to the base of your Task Force, but surprisingly, in contrast to your current physical state, your mind felt empty for now. In a good way. No burdening streams of thoughts, not a single fuck given about how others saw you. You felt kind of free.

‘Guess it’s a good point for not being around people.’ On your sweat-strained face drew a genuine smile. Some people would think that it was weird to smile over something like this, not having any close people around you and just spending your entire day loitering around, doing something you considered to be productive but by no means enjoyable. To them, you were not living a life. You were only surviving through it.

Not that you would complain though. Nor were you in the position to be able to complain about it.

Your blurred vision and the dull pain in your chest reminded you that you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, which was almost 10 hours ago. Slowly making your way to the kitchen, you decided to turn a blind eye to the kitchen sink and approached the fridge, hoping that they’d be kind enough to leave you some leftovers.

What greeted you in the fridge confounded you as you looked at a carefully prepared dish wrapped in aluminum foil with a sticky pink note on top of it.

‘want to call ya 4 dinner earlier but ya seem to enjoy the training a lot. plz eat this when ya done with the training~’ was written on the piece of paper together with a little ugly and distorted heart shape, which made you chuckle. It was not difficult to guess who left this for you. You shook your head in amusement while putting the dish into the microwave oven.

Sitting down at the empty table in the dimly lit dining room, you slowly enjoyed the meal that Soap had saved for you. Then again, amid the quiet atmosphere that was free of any stimulations, your mind began to do the thing that it excelled in, drifting away. Your unusually calm thoughts appeared like a grainy film rolling before your eyes, replaying every delightful moment that you had shared with the Scottish and other team members, like when you, Soap, Gaz, and Roach pulled a whole prank on Price during your team’s vacation while Ghost sat behind and watched with amusement in his eyes. Or when you and Roach hid one of Price’s hats unknowing that it was a piece of memorabilia of his old teammate, and as result, making that poor old dad all stressed out finding it everywhere. Or when Price decided to catch you two and make you face the consequences of your actions that time and you were so scared that you never run that fast out of battle before. Or when you had no choice but to hide behind Ghost as he was watching his favorite boring documentaries, and he looked down at you obviously contemplating whether he should help you or not as you tried to convince him with your big puppy eyes. Or when you disobeyed Price’s orders to turn back and save Soap when he fell into the enemy’s trap and was pushed into the corner.

You laughed to yourself at this point, remembering vividly what a mess that time was. You two almost blindly fired your guns at the swarm of enemies circling you. As you barely escaped, Soap cursed very loudly in Scottish while his hand threw bombs toward your enemies. It was a mission that you would never forget, a piece of memory that you’d take to the grave, not only because of how badly injured you were and the prolonged period of time you had to spend in the hospital, but also because of how Soap looked at you. After that near-death experience, whenever your eyes and his met, his eyes evidently softened, and you enjoyed every little second of it. It made you feel like, eventually, you were special to someone, like you weren’t just anybody, but someone unique that was closely linked to a hardly forgettable remembrance. It raised your hope–something that you had thought to never regain, since at least when you died, there would still be one person who would keep the image of you inside one of their billion fragments of memory.

Of course, after the certain mission, both you and Soap were heavily reprimanded by Kate and Price, you for the obvious reason of disobeying orders, and Soap for his stupid addiction to blowing things up, which worsened you two’s already horrendous injuries because at the time of the explosion you were still too close to the spot.

“What are you smiling about?” You jumped at the sudden voice that broke the room’s silence.

Soap laughed at your reaction, “Why are you so tense?” He sat down, being so near to you that your thighs touched each other. He threw his big muscular arm over your shoulder, grinning broadly, “Temme, what is so fun that you smile like that?”

“It’s nothing.” You blushed at how close you two were, silently praying that the light of the room was too feeble for him to notice.

He pinched your face, causing you to grimace, “I don’t believe ya. It’s so rare to see ya smile so cutely like this. Must have some special reason.”

Definitely you could not tell him that you were thinking of the team, and especially him, so you decided to keep silent and enjoy your meal. Maintaining eye contact was like torture to you, so your eyes were just glued to the plate until you finished. Therefore, you also missed his eyes, along with how he looked at you.

From Soap’s point of view, all that he could see at that moment was how lovely his boy was. The way his big puppy eyes widened when he suddenly talked. The way his body which was athletic but so slender when compared to Soap’s trembled slightly as he jumped. How the faint blush quickly deepened and then spread from his handsome adorable face to his delicate neck. The nice and warm feeling that Soap’s fingers felt when he pinched the boy’s cheek. And also how his long eyelashes shadowed his eyes as he looked down at his plate of food. It was so lovely that Soap volunteered to be trapped in this moment forever.

As you’d done eating and washing the dish, you came back into the dining room and saw Soap still sitting there.

The Scot chuckled at your expression, “What is that face, Y/n? Are you that annoyed because I’m still here?”

You unknowingly pouted, which only made you look even cuter in his eyes, “No.”

“Ghost is watching his stupid boring documentaries again. Wanna join?”

“You came here from the TV room?”

“Yeah. Now do you come or not?”

You scoffed, “Are you inviting me nicely or just gonna coerce me into it anyway?”

Soap didn’t reply, just amusingly shrugged his shoulders.

“Fine, I’ll come.”

“That’s my boy!” The older man approached you, then threw his arm over your shoulder again. Judging from how you barely kept up with his pace in this awkward position, he definitely coerced you into this by all means.

When you two arrived, the light in the TV room was turned off, and the only source of light left was the TV screen. Ghost was sitting on the sofa alone, eyes glued to the screen that was playing some kind of dinosaur fossils, while Price was sleeping in his favorite spot–the single couch. You swiftly looked around to see if Gaz and Roach were here or not, only to find the two idiots hugging each other on the carpet, drooling and snoring loudly.

Ghost turned his head to look at you and Soap as you were literally pushed into the room by the Scot. His out-of-nowhere eagerness strangely made you laugh.

“Daddy chill.” You jokingly said and sat down beside Ghost, completely overlooking how Soap’s flippant expressions froze for brief seconds.

“Finished your dinner?” Ghost suddenly spoke up.

You were taken aback simply because the masked man hardly ever cared what others were doing with their life outside of missions, particularly for some trivial things like taking care of your daily needs.

“Y-yes, Sir!”

Soap burst into laughter, so hard that he fell to your side, hugging his belly.

“LMAO! What was that, Y/n??? You’re scared of Ghost that much???”

“What? What???” You frowned in confusion. You were even more confused when you heard a soft chuckle from the masked man that was sitting on your left.

“Why are you two laughing? There’s nothing funny!”

“It is funny! Do you see how you shudder like a puppy under Ghost’s glare? I wish I had recorded it!”

“Gosh! I hate you Soap!” You growled under your breath as you launched your whole body into him while Soap was still barely able to put himself together from his stupid sense of humor.

You two soon began to fight each other, giggling like two mischievous kids, completely forgetting that there was Ghost right next to you, who probably got accidental punches and kicks continuously by the unaware manchildren. However, the masked man was not mad at you two for disturbing him from enjoying his favorite show at all; instead, he often stole glances at you two with pure delight in his eyes. Seeing you finally being able to relax among the team was a sight that he wanted to witness all his life. It would take more time for you to pull down the walls you had built around yourself and let them come inside, but for now, this was already enough.

After a while, the giggling and fighting noises abated. You were sleeping soundly, face on Soap’s broad chest and arms around his waist. Soap’s eyes softened as he looked at how peaceful you were at the moment, before looking up to meet Ghost’s. The two men stayed in their position, didn’t move an inch, until Soap fell his eyelids become heavier and fell asleep as well, and Ghost turned off the TV, thereby extinguishing the only source of light in the room. He rested his head on your lower back, slowly drifting off.

To be continued...

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mlmxreader · 4 months

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Sickness | Kenshi Takahashi x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Could you do prompts 1 and 9 with Kenshi? ❞

: ̗̀➛ Kenshi always worries about you, and although he'll never stop, he'll always be more worried when you're sick.

: ̗̀➛ sickness/illness, horror film mentions

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It started out relatively small, a few little coughs here and there and a little bit of sluggish movements in the morning, but Kenshi just assumed that it was little more than the time of year.

That was until you stopped sleeping; he would hear you get out of the bed in the middle of the night and groan, coughing loudly as you headed downstairs.

He would hear you continue to cough and sniffle until you eventually returned to bed; he would feel the heat radiating off of your body despite the fact that you only ever wore boxers and socks to bed.

You were feverish, your temperature was through the roof. He was naturally worried. If there was one constant about your relationship with Kenshi, it was his constant and consistent worry.

His need to protect you from everything.

He did text Kung Lao about it, asking if Madam Bo had any recipes that he could use to help ease your sickly and ill demeanour.

You did seem mostly yourself, though, and as per usual, you snuggled up with him on the sofa during the dwindling hours of the evening; Kenshi didn't mind, if he got sick he trusted that you would look after him the way he was trying to do for you.

You put on one of your favourite films, watching it in silence as Kenshi slowly felt himself drop off to sleep; he could hear the screams and the squelches from the television, but took no notice.

He got used to the sounds of graphic and grim horror films a long time ago, if he was honest. He never took much of an interest, but you enjoyed them, so he didn't see any point in protesting.

He was sure that you never took any notice of or any interest in the rugby, but you never protested when he listened to the game on the radio.

But when you paused the film, getting up, Kenshi knew that something was wrong, and he frowned as he placed his hand on your forehead.

You were soaked in sweat, and boiling.

"Something about this doesn't feel right," he hummed, shaking his head. "Are you feeling alright?"

You swallowed thickly, leaning into him as you coughed softly. "Just tired... I figured I'd turn the telly off and sleep for a bit..."

That wasn't like you at all. Kenshi knew that, even though you tried to hide it from him, you would stay up all night to watch your films if they were on; he still remembered when he woke up to the noises of 'Train to Busan' at five in the morning because you forgot to turn the volume down.

He still remembered when you and Johnny sat down in the living room and watched all three Human Centipede films in one sitting, completely ignoring Kenshi for hours. You loved those films. It wasn't like you to ever turn them off.

"You're really not feeling well," he hummed softly, shaking his head. "Are you?"

You huffed, patting his chest gently as you shook your head. "I'm alright, I'll live."

"First thing in the morning," Kenshi started, "we're going to the shop, picking up everything on the list Kung Lao gave me, and we're getting you better."

"Kenshi-"

"You never turn off your films," he pointed out, maybe a little more forcefully and harshly than he meant to. "Something's wrong."

You wanted to smile, knowing that he knew you so well, better than anyone else in the world except maybe Johnny.

But that was only because you and Johnny had worked together since the start of his acting career, and you were content with being his agent-slash-best-friend.

You cleared your throat, grumbling as you snuggled up against him and sighed. You did feel like shit, but you didn't want him to worry even though you knew he always would. Kenshi would never stop worrying about you.

"Just relax," you told him gently. "I'll be fine. It's just a bit of a flu. Nothing too bad."

He huffed, not quite wanting to accept your answer but knowing that you could be stubborn when you really wanted to. He moved so that he could feel your head against his chest, your body pressed against his as he held you on top of him, swallowing thickly as he shook his head.

"Get some sleep," he told you, hoping you wouldn't hear the worry in his voice. "When you wake up, I'll make you something to eat."

You nodded against him, sighing heavily. "You always look after me the best, y'know."

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darling-i-read-it · 10 months

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Concussion

Bo Sinclair x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: the reader is in on the whole killing people thing and she helps them, the reader is caught in a fight, the whole plot is kinda based around bo and the reader going to see potential people to kill rip

Author’s Note: HELLO BELLA QUEEN I hope you enjoy this, it is unedited and I wrote it all while watching the movie. So there are fo sure some grammatical errors <3 I took our conversation and ran with it fr

Requested: by @blonde-bombshell-wannabe, MAYA !! (This is Bella on a diff acc) may I request for my babygirl Bo Sinclair! thank you ily queen

Summary: The reader lives in Ambrose with the brothers. She goes with Bo one night to scare off some campers/frighten them towards Ambrose and she gets hurt.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The town of Ambrose was dead. The lonely streets were desolate and smelled of pine trees. The windows, even when they robotically moved, were vacant of any kind of life. The wax museum at the top of the hill was filled with lifeless eyes but they were the closest you had to any kind of human interaction.

Outside of the Sinclair's. The Sinclair's had enough life in them to fill up the entire town, to drown it with their actions and etch their own marking onto the world. The rest of the continent may be filled with towns that created economy’s but not Ambrose. Ambrose was a secret in itself. It made living there all the more entertaining. There was always something to discover, always something to unearth.

Bo liked to pretend the whole place was condensed down to the gas station and its immediate surroundings. He was standing behind the counter, finicking with a bolt and screwdriver. He had the wrench between his teeth as he looked down at it, eyebrows knitted in frustration and determination.

“You see those guys down the road? Twenty miles up south?” Bo looked up to meet the eyes of his brother Lester. Following close behind him was you, causing the door to jingle above your head. Bo took the wrench out of his mouth and shook his head.

“No I haven’t been out,” he grumbled. “Why? You guys been goin that far?” His southern drawl dipped into a bit of jealousy.

“Not like that. Just perusing,” Lester explained. “They got a campsite. Like them kids from last summer, the ones trying to go to the football game?” Bo nodded. He remembered. Nearly gave him a run for his money too. Soon after that you came along, running away from life and looking for a new place to set down roots. You stumbled into a town that wasn’t even on the map, knocking on hotels that didn’t have any living owners. Bo found you there, showed you around, decided not to kill you.

It took you a moment to get used to the way the brothers did things but you had never felt like you belonged somewhere more.

“Never made it to the football game,” Lester laughed. You scoffed and walked up to the counter Bo was standing behind. You hoisted yourself up.

“Only one car. We couldn’t make out how many people there was but they didn't even notice that we were there,” you explained. Bo nodded once, looking forward. He met your eyes and you shrugged, gently letting him know that you thought it was safe. He hummed under his breath for a second and then cleared his throat.

“Sounds interesting. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

“We haven’t done anything in weeks Bo. It’s been a drought out here,” you complained. He kept his eyes on you, looking up through his lashes. He was daring you to push it. You wanted to. Lester let out a dramatic sigh.

“She knows where it is. Just past the dump site.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bo gave him a nod as a ‘thank you’. Lester raised his hands in a small defensive plea and walked back out the gas station. The bell rang above his head to indicate his departure. Even though there were only four of you in the town it always felt like you all took up so much space. You were used to just being by yourself, walking by yourself, driving by yourself. Vincent had made sure you had defense against anyone that you could run into. You could defend yourself.

Lester leaving left a large space.

“Don’t be antsy,” he mumbled. He had gone back to whatever he was working on at the desk. You turned around, craning your neck to watch him. His fingers were dirty with grease, his fingernails permanently black.

“I’m not being antsy.”

“You are. I can feel it,” he muttered. He glanced up at you, annoyed, and then backed down. You rolled your eyes and reached forward into his shirt pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes.

“You’re tense. Have a smoke,” you joked. He scoffed but you got a smile out of him. You nimbly pulled out one from the pack. He was low. He kept a drawer of them by his bedside until someone made it far out enough to buy more. They were a variety of brands. He had never been picky.

You offered it to him. He took it, continuing his mock annoyance, and put it between his teeth.

“You gonna light it too sweetheart?” he questioned, muffled by the cigarette. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the lighter sitting on the desk. You tried it twice and it finally lit. He moved forward to the flame and the end of it smoked.

“Think on it. I think they’ll be gone by tomorrow though so don’t think too long,” you said. He nodded, putting the smoke between his fingers. You pushed yourself off the desk and walked forward to the door. “I can go without you.”

He gave you a warning look.

“What, flash some lights intimidatingly? That’s not a very hard job Bo.”

“Watch it.” You backed off. You opened the door and stepped out.

“Yes sir.”

The bell dinged as you left.

You twirled your car keys on your finger. The sky had just turned into a cloudy overcast as you walked out of the House of Wax. You liked to watch Vince sculpt and he let you sit there, drinking a soda, leaned back in a comfy chair. You walked down the hill towards the church when Bo appeared, wearing his jumpsuit. He tilted his baseball hat down as a hello.

“What’re you doin up here?”

“Hanging with Vince. What are you doin up here?”

“Lookin for you,” he explained. “Suns going down. Don’t exactly wanna go with Lester out to that campsite.” Your eyes went wide in excitement. You really thought you were gonna have to go by yourself tonight and that was sure to create an argument in the morning. You were pleased that he had changed his mind or at least, gotten more used to the idea of you tagging along.

You smiled but other than that, didn’t mention it.

“We taking my car or yours?”

“Which one of mine?” You rolled your eyes and followed in stride with him down the hill.

“You say they’re yours as though you didn’t steal them.” “They dropped the car keys on the ground,” he suggested. He gestured to the ground. “Middle of the road. Abandoned.” He shook his head as he walked up to one of his trucks. He had finally gotten around to fixing the front headlight of it and could drive it out again. Not that he was against breaking the rules, he just didn’t like driving a car that wasn’t up to code. Old life habits you imagined.

You got into the passenger seat.

“You got a knife?” You gave your combat boots a slap.

“Always.”

“Serrated?”

“Whatever Lester gave me,” you said. “He tried to tell me which one was better but I tuned him out.”

“It’s good he has hobbies.” He turned on the car and it grumbled beneath you. It sputtered and then came to life. Bo turned the gear forward and then started to drive down the road until it hit the dirt. You watched out of the window as the sun started to fall. You were due a twenty minute drive, more or less, and by the time you arrived at the campsite it would be completely gone.

The trees passed you by in a blur. Ambrose was so far out from everything that you barely could recognize the difference between south and north. If it weren’t all you now knew, you’d never be able to find yourself.

“You fix that dodge?” you asked, leaning your head against the cool window.

“Just about. Have to get a couple things from the city,” he admitted.

“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t paying rent,” you joked. He gave you a half smile, for your benefit.

“How was Vincent?” he questioned, almost begrudgingly. You shrugged.

‘He’s good. Working on a new figure.”

“Always,” he muttered.

“It keeps him sane. We all have our vices.”

“Yeah, what’s yours?”

“You,” you said, smugly. He glanced over at you, taking his eyes clean off the road. “How about you Bo? What’s your vice?”

“Cars and beer.”

“Oh a typical southern man.” You pointed up the road. “Take a right up here.” The trees were now casting a dark shadow over the road. The sun was almost completely gone. “Are you armed?”

“Yeah,” he said. He reached into the glove box in front of you without a warning. You moved your knees, making an annoyed groan that had no heart in it.

“What’re you looking for?”

“Knife.” You rolled your eyes.

“Let me help.”

“No.” He moved his hands over your knees. You were wearing shorts, courtesy of the heat. Though you weren’t sure how long it would last. Had you thought longer, you would have changed before night fell. But that required doing laundry and you wanted to avoid that as much as you could. Your bare knees brushed against his hand. Still greased, rough from the constant manhandling.

“Bo.”

“Here.” He grabbed the hilt of a covered knife. “Better for slashing tires than yours.”

“You don’t even know what Lester got me.”

“I know this one is better.”

You drove in comfortable silence for a while more. The music played quietly, some trashy dad rock. He turned it down as you approached, listening for your directions. Finally you came to a rocky stop. He left the lights on. You could hear laughter from your window that was cracked open. The faint crackling of a fire. Fun was being had in front of you.

“This is my favorite part,” you whispered. Bo turned on the high beams and the laughter came to a slow stuttering stop. You sat up to see their faces. Two girls and two boys. Double dates. Camping trip gone wrong. You could imagine the headlines.

“Hey! Can you turn off your lights? You’re blinding us!” a voice called, a males. You sat up straighter to see but Bo put his hand in front of you. He gave you a warning look and you stopped moving. You settled into your seat.

“Hey man!”

There were more cries of protest. You watched Bo, watched as his face stayed steady. Calm. Focused.

Then he backed away. He pulled out of the dirt road and back down the street to wait for them to fall into deep sleep. They never followed the truck. You thought about that everytime you sat in it, wondering why they didn’t just walk down the road to see it sitting there in wait. Moments like those made you feel better about what eventually happened to them. Silly humans, making silly decisions.

Bo parked in the shrouded part of the streets.

“We really should put some blankets in the bed of the truck,” you suggested. You had taken off your seatbelt and put your feet up on the chair. You should’ve brought a book or something. “We sit here forever. We could take a nap.”

“Bring an alarm clock?”

“Yeah. Now you’re getting it.” He rolled his eyes. He had put his hat over his head to take a nap but you weren’t letting him. He had finally just put it back to its rightful position and continued the conversation.

“You know what else we could do in the bed?” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright alright.” You sat up. “How long is this gonna take?”

“This is why you never come.”

“Because I get bored of sitting here without a blanket, a book or a movie.”

“Stop being childish,” he mumbled. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it easily, blowing the smoke out the window. He started the car.

“Time?”

He didn’t answer but he drove out of the spot, indicating that it was in fact, time.

He let you lead. He didn’t usually like to. He wanted to be in control with his smug shit eating grin as you watched him walk around. The adrenaline would kick in when he got back into the car with you and the urge to kiss you was never higher.

Today he let you do it. He let you do the count, walk around the campsite like a grim reaper with all the cards in her hand. He watched, leaning against the car, as you stalked.

Bo was clear in his expectations. Check quickly for weapons and then make sure there was no one hiding in the tents when you had driven by earlier. He would grab the part of the car needed to get them to stay.

Your footsteps were light on the dewy grass. The only indication you were there was the moon, highlighting your outline.

You could feel Bo’s eyes on you as you approached the first of two tents. It had a sheer roof. You could hear the even breathing of two sleeping people. One man, one girl. You were right on the dot, as you had been earlier.

You walked to the other tent. You wondered briefly what all the fuss was about as you saw the next one also had a sheer top. You glanced at Bo’s outline. The only real indication he was there was the red cigarette butt between his fingers.

When you looked back at the tent you came face to face with an unfamiliar man.

You gasped.

It was the loudest thing in the night as you saw a face you had never seen before, tall, broad, scary. You had thought Bo was scary when you first met him but he was nothing compared to this man now.

He wasted no time and no questions. He threw a punch.

You hadn’t been prepared for the confrontation and you had no time to retaliate. There was no knife in your hand when there should have been.

You stumbled back. There was a momentary blindness as you reached forward, throwing a punch that didn’t have a location. You grabbed your nose, which was already bleeding. The man had moved forward for more but you could see something had stopped in.

A fight in the dead of night was so confusing. It was dangerous and it was blinding. Your eyes weren’t caught up to the movement of the darkness. You were always going to be a step behind fast movement.

“Come on.” It was Bo’s voice, his hand grabbing your arm and dragging you away. You cursed, hand still over your face. You hit the truck and he let you go to get in your passenger seat. Bo pulled away, tires grumbling under the rock road. He drove quickly out of the scene. For once you were glad they didn’t think to follow.

“They didn’t see your face. It was too dark.”

You passed a street light. There was blood all over your hands.

Darkness.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear…” Another street light. Dimmer one this time, like it was about to go out. You saw the blood on Bo’s knuckles as they gripped the steering wheel.

Bo pulled over when he thought it was safe enough. He didn’t tell you that but you could tell that he had been itching to pull over for miles. He turned on the overhead light and got out of the car. You stayed put as he walked around the front, opening up the passenger door.

“What’s hurtin?” he questioned lowly. He removed your hand forcefully. The blood trickled down your fingers and onto your lips.

“My nose,” you whispered. He shook his head, reopening the dashboard. He had napkins shoved in there.

“Don’t move.” He gently put his hand over your nose. “It’s gonna bruise. It ain’t broken.” You nodded slowly. You felt the natural tears well up in your eyes from the pain and the adrenaline wearing off. You pushed them aside, from fear of being weak in front of Bo. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “That’s why you aren’t allowed to come along.”

“I can fight them when they’re in Ambrose,” you argued. “I thought they were all asleep. I saw two of them knocked o-”

“Not asleep enough. We should’ve waited, if you hadn’t been fuckin pestering me then we-”

“Don’t blame this on me! I was the one who got punched!”

“And I was the one who had to save your ass!” He backed up, shaking his head. He looked younger in the dim lighting of the dome bulbs. “I’m takin you back.” Before you could protest he walked to the other side of the car.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go kill the fucker.”

“Bo-”

“It’s gonna happen eventually, I’m gonna make it sooner. Ain’t no one allowed to hit you and get away with that.” You were still holding the napkins to your nose.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” His voice was harsh. You would think he was angry at you if his words weren’t so genuine. “Don’t fuckin lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Sweetheart c’mon.” He glanced at you. He took a turn sharply. You were going way faster now than you had been on the way over. You guessed it would only take another five minutes to get back to town. “I’ll leave you with Vincent and you stay there alright?”

You nodded. You didn’t wanna argue.

Bo came back when dawn came. You were in between consciousness, still feeling the effects of your eventual concussion. You heard him come into the house. The screen door was loose and made noise when it shut. You sat up, hair strayed from tossing and turning.

You could hear Bo take off his boots. As he walked his steps became more labored. You met his eyes as he entered your bedroom. You waited.

“He’s dead.”

“I’m sorry.” He shook his head.

“You okay?” You nodded. He sat down beside you, swinging his knee up so he could get closer. He put his hand on your cheek, brushing your nose with his thumb as he examined your face. “Bruised.”

“You said that last night.”

“I wasn’t sure. I’m sure now.” You nodded. He kept his hand on your cheek, making sure there was no other damage.

“Thanks Bo,” you whispered. He nodded.

“Don’t fuckin do that again ‘lright?” You nodded back.

“Scouts honor.” He smiled smugly. He was loopy and tired. He could fall asleep sitting up. He took off his hat, removing his hand from your face. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Sleep,” you whispered.

“Here?”

“Why not? You saved my life tonight Bo.”

“You think I deserve a kiss for that?” The smug smile returned. You rolled your eyes and sat forward, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“I think I could arrange that.”

He turned his head and kissed you. The morning light seeped through the light curtains of your window. The sunrise promised a new day. You just wanted to go back to sleep. You cupped his cheek, leaning into his lips. You had always known Bo would be a good kisser but feeling it in action was a different story. You pulled away for air and put your forehead against his.

“Sleep. I think I’m concussed.” He scoffed, giving you a low chuckle.

“Alright sweetheart, scoot over.”

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 4 months

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Hiiii bfr i send my req, just wanna say i love your acc sm!! Could you pls write any tooth-rotting domestic fluff (can also drop a hint of suggestiveness hehe) abt jean pls? My idea would be abt his lover trying out her new lipstick where she cheekily smothers him with kisses just to see if it's transfer-proof heheh. Thank youu <33!!!

pairing: jean kirstein x fem!reader

word count: just under 1k

warnings: nothing, just fluffff :) ok maybe a little bit of suggestiveness at the end ;)

a/n: i love jean so much this is an epic request i hope you like it :)) sorry it took so long ily & i’m happy you like my account

you and jean had been going out for quite some time now. tonight would mark your three year anniversary. it was funny to think about; time flies when you’re in love. you could’ve sworn you just met jean yesterday. jean had that way about him, that effortless, sweep you off your feet type of deal. he had never once stopped making you feel loved or needed through out the entirety of your relationship.

there’s a dinner planned tonight. jean’d organized everything himself. he always took care of all the little things like picking the place and making reservations. he even took the liberty of buying you a new dress to wear, accompanied by a matching set of heels and a little tube of a burgundy-red lipstick. your heart swells when you come home and see it on your bed. jean leans against the door frame and clears his throat, making you jump a little.

“do you like them?” he asks. he doesn’t need you to answer. jean knows you so well he knows you love him. your answer just gives him that extra satisfaction.

“i love all of it. it’s amazing. thank you, jean.” you mean it sincerely. your fingers find their way to the lipstick. it was expensive.

“don’t thank me yet, baby. we’ve still got to get you dressed and to the restaurant.” jean walks over to where you stand by the bed. he gently takes the lipstick out of your hand and examines it. “hmm..”

“what?”

“i just think it’ll look good on you, that’s all.” he sets the tube back on the bed and kisses you on the top of your head. “now go get in the shower.”

the shower is nice and warm. you can’t help but feel a growing pit in the bottom of your stomach. you were nervous. the good type of nervous. it wasn’t often you had the time to get all dolled up. jean knew how much you loved getting all pretty but he loved it even more. he loved to spoil you. he loved the way you look in a dress. you couldn’t help but feel you need to uphold a certain standard. you wanted to feel beautiful, especially on a night like tonight.

after drying off and doing your hair, you slip into the dress you’d found laying on your bed earlier. it’s a little black dress with bits of lace here and here. it conforms to your body, hugging your hips. you had to admit, you looked damn good. “jean?” you called as you opened the bathroom door.

within seconds, your boyfriend is there. “yes, baby? what’sa matter?”

“do you like it?” you whispered, smoothing your dress out with your palms. jean’s eyes slowly trailed all the way down from your head. his eyes made their way back up to yours.

“you look gorgeous.” his eyes said everything. “you’re forgetting something, though.” jean furrowed an eyebrow and brushed a hand against the side of your warm face. he turned away without another word and headed to grab the tube of lipstick you left on the bed.

“oh, duh.” you laughed at yourself. you reached a hand out to take the makeup from him. he pulled his hand back. “i kind of need that if i want to wear it.” you cocked your head and crossed your arms.

jean just chuckled and shook his head. “don’t be a smart ass, (y/n.) get your cute self a little closer.” he snaked a hand around your waist and pulled you towards him. “open your mouth.” it came out in a whisper.

“jean, what?”

“do you trust me?” he asked with a glimmer in his eye. you nodded your head reluctantly. you did trust him but hell, did he make you nervous. you parted your lips, shallow breaths coming out of them. he grabbed your chin and lifted it up. he’s staring into your eyes and you can’t help but take in just exactly how handsome he is. your cheeks flushed as if you haven’t been living with him for almost two years. he flicked open the lipstick and raised it gently to your open lips. jean squinted his eyes in concentration. the lipstick glided against your lips smoothly. jean’s hazel eyes met yours once more. you rubbed your lips together slightly as he capped the lipstick.

“well?” you wondered outloud.

“it suits you perfectly. suppose i really know my lady, huh?”

“i think it’d suit you too, handsome.” you purred as a devilish smile crept across your face.

“i love you but you’re crazy if you think i’m wearing lipstick.” before jean could say another word, you stood on your tippy toes and grabbed the sides of his face. you smooshed your lips right against his cheekbone and held them there for a second. you pulled away to see a perfect stamp of your lips, the burgundy popping against his skin.

a smile formed slowly on jean’s face. the smile turned into a grin with shades of red rushing into his cheeks. he rubbed the back of neck awkwardly.

“damn. i’m thinking we’re going to be a little late, baby.”

you drop your hands and cross them behind your back. jean had made you feel beautiful. he would have made you feel that way even if he hadn’t said anything. you could see it in his eyes and you could feel it in his touch, just how much he adored you.

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s0lam33y · 9 months

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attoye HCS [new and updated]

attuma is the cockiest man, he loves to show Okoye off and brag that he’s bagged the best warrior.

they give off golden retriever x black cat

“I love You.”

“Shut up.”

“I do.”

“Be quiet.”

“Say it back.”

“No.”

“Then I challenge you to a duel.”

attuma is so romantic. she loves to act like she hates it and he knows she doesn’t.

He’s always kissing her back because she has so many scars there from battle.

“I don’t like them.”

“Well…i love them. You look like a real warrior, ko.”

When she gets home from battle, he preps up a bath and learns to cook her favorite wakandan dish.

she braids his hair so often and begins to put shells in his hair so he looks good.

He always brings back something from the sea, a pretty shell, sometimes pearls, or books in his language.

“Weren’t these expensive?”

“No, I found them easily, I wish I could’ve gotten you more.”

“Tuma, these are PEARLS?”

“They really aren’t all that special.”

He’s a great artist and has painted her many times before.

She loves doing his hair, she loves doing it so much that she’ll tell him to sit down and it helps her calm down.

He has huge hands, hands so big, he can hold her waist with no struggle.

When they first became a thing, he always used too much force by accident.

example 1: he accidentally pulled on her waist and ended up damn near pulling him into her, they were so close to kissing.

Attuma loves the tattoos on her head and has traced them before, she always slaps his hand away.

“They’re so pretty.”

“My friend, move your hand.”

She always cooks seafood because she knows that’s what he likes.

He’s helped Wakanda a lot ever since the war. Did it cause problems with Namor and namora? Yes, but he didn’t care.

He didn’t really want kids for the longest time. Then he saw her interact with village children and he couldn’t not think of having kids with her.

They don’t really believe in marriage at least not at first, especially since they’re both busy warriors.

Aneka is literally their cockblocker. (So is M’Baku)

They go on missions together and when they do, he’s always making sure she enjoys them.

He’s very much the big spoon despite how tough she likes to acc.

He’s very affectionate and it eventually rubs off on her. She loves hugging him after a long day of work.

She said I love you first and immediately took it back because of the shook on his face.

She hates his wet hair in her bed but tolerates it because she loves him.

“Attuma! The least you could do is dry it!”

They always take baths together because it’s the easiest way he can breathe without his mask on.

He joins her when she meditates even though he sucks at it.

“You look strained, You alright?”

“How do You even get your leg up that high?”

They always walks to the market together because when he goes by himself, he gets the wrong thing.

“Tuma, this is sweet potato, that is yam.”

“Are they not the same?”

“NO.”

He’s always trying to hit on her during training and it makes her want to roll her eyes.

“You’re so beaut-“

“Please, put your weapon up and skip the sweet talk.”

She’s been to Talokan once and she thought it was beautiful.

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liyawritesss · 2 years

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Yay, inbox is open! Please ignore this, if you're uncomfortable. Can I ask for jealous!deku angst? Like maybe he breaks up w reader due to his jealousy and rlly regrets it?

I saw a post like this on @xinii 's acc, and I had to see your version <3

ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ

Pairing: Pro-Hero!Midoriya “Deku” Izuku x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Fic

Synopsis: Sometimes our emotions get the better of us. We do and say things that we don’t mean, and then we are left with the consequences of those actions. Izuku knows this, but it still hurts like hell.

Warnings: Jealousy, angst, break up, kind of ooc midoriya?.

A/N: I totally didn't cry writing this, shut up. Also I admit it's rushed bc I did miss last Friday on my post schedule so I do apologize. Either way i still hope it fits your taste.

Midoriya knows he shouldn’t be angry with you.

It’s not easy, being the lover of a Pro-Hero, one of the best at that. It can’t be helped that people need his assistance, day in and day out. He’s barely ever home; patrols in the morning, paperwork, afternoon patrol, reports for the day, and he’s almost always asked to help with steakouts that lead late into the night. Izuku can’t be there for you, and he understands that you’ll want company to quench your loneliness.

What he didn’t understand was why you had to spend your evening with Todoroki Shouto at a high-end restaurant in the luxury belt of the city.

He watches from a tall building as you and Todoroki dine on your expensive meal, chatting amongst yourselves like you’ve been friends since childhood (which, in hindsight, you have). Your vibrant, contagious smile, which normally swelled Midoriya’s heart with love and adoration, now made him feel oddly sick and betrayed as it was paired with Todoroki’s.

Midoriya knows he shouldn’t be angry with you, but he can’t help but wonder if, due to his time away, you’ve taken a liking to the two toned mutual friend.

He trusted you, though, didn’t he? He also trusted Todoroki, right? So what was there to worry about? Surely you wouldn’t cheat on him with one of his best friends.

Midoriya shook his head violently. Why would such a question even cross his mind? Even when the new sidekick he’s training brings him back from the depths of his mind, the thought lingers heavy in the back of his head. He allows it to fester as he thinks of the worst possible scenarios. Have you fallen out of love with him? Has he not given you enough of him?

These emotions become more heightened when he arrives home, to hear you on the phone with someone. Of course, due to what he saw mere hours ago, he believes it to be Todoroki, and his mood sours even more.

You come out from your shared bedroom, having heard the front door open. You bid your farewells to Todoroki, ready to envelope your lover in a tight bear hug, but the moment you step into the loft and feel the shift in the air that Midoriya has brought with him, unease fills your being.

Midoriya has come home in a negative mood before - it’s only to be expected given his profession - but this time it seemed different to you. The way he practically ignored your presence didn’t sit right with you. There was no smile on his lips, the one that made crinkles appear at the corners of his eyes. Said eyes had an odd coldness to them, causing your body to tense.

“Welcome home, Izuku,” you said, voice small and cautious. Midoriya hummed in acknowledgement as he took off his jacket and shoes. His lack of words made you shift in anticipation, twiddling your thumbs as you pushed on. “I got home not too long ago, so I wasn’t able to make anything. Should we order out-?”

“I don’t care.” The green haired man said, cutting you off coldly. It left a sharp sting in your chest, a wave of coldness washing over your figure. Something was definitely wrong.

“Is everything alright, babe?”

“Yup, everything’s great.”

Izuku brushed past you with a swiftness that made it seem like he was trying to avoid you. Perhaps he was. Although it was a joke amongst your mutual friends, an angry Midoriya was not one to be taken lightly. If he could just walk away, distance himself, find some way to calm him down before he-

“If you had a tough day, maybe we could talk about it?”

-blew a fuse.

“Yeah,” was what left his lips as Midoriya stopped mid-way to your shared bedroom. “Yeah, let's talk about my day. Why not?”

The green haired pro hero turned on his heel to face you, a rush of cold heat spreading throughout his body. "Let's talk about my day. Or should we talk about yours? Let-Let's talk about how I saw you and Shouto at that high end restaurant downtown, huh? How you were so bubbly and bright and happy. Were you enjoying yourself, (Y/N)?"

His question dripped with venom, holding an accusation that you never thought would slip through your lover’s lips. There was a sudden bud of agitation that sprouted in the pit of your stomach, enraged by the fact that Midoriya thought so low of you.

“I don’t appreciate being called a cheater, Izuku-”

“You said it, I didn’t.”

“I would never do that to you! Shouto is my friend as well, I have every right to want to hang out with friends, too!”

“Oh, so you and Mina go to high end restaurants having the time of your life then, too, huh? How come I’ve never seen you two at that restaurant then?”

The more Izuku edged on, the hotter your body became - there was a light tremor which made your hands shake and your body quiver. Out of anxiety or agitation, you weren’t sure. He must’ve seen the two of you on the rooftop of that restaurant when he was on patrol, and took things out of context. That was the only explanation, you thought, as to why Midoriya was coming at you out of the blue like this.

“Izuku, you’ve got this all wrong,” you tried to reason though gritted teeth, trying to find appropriate words that wouldn’t edge the argument on further, “yes, Shouto went to that restaurant-”

“I knew it-”

“-as friends, nothing more! Do you really think that low of me?

“You wanna know what I think?” Midoriya says, teeth grit so tight you can see his jaw flex and tense under his skin. “I think that if you enjoyed yourself so much with Shouto, maybe you should go be with him.”

There was a deafening silence that followed Midoriya’s words. The tension was so thick you could hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears. Before you could get any more words out, Midoriya turned on his heel again, making a beeline for your shared room, slamming the door shut. The loudness of it made your body jump violently. And with the tremors that shook your body and thumping of your heart as loud as a drump, you barely noticed the waterfall of tears that slowly left your eyes.

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luciehercndale · 1 year

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When Life Gives You Onions

I craved more scenes with Will and Tessa and Lucie and Jesse, so that's how this one shot came to be. Bridget prepares onion stew to inadvertently declare her support for Jesse as the future head of the London Institute, an interest of his that he never confessed to anybody. This fic was inspired by several theories about Jesse becoming head of the London Institute after Will decides to retire. Enjoy and also read on A03 💜

It was a day like any other at the London Institute. Tessa, Lucie and Jesse were already seated at the table in the dining room, waiting for Will to arrive. He was always punctual when it concerned food, but that evening, something was delaying him.

“Where’s papa?” Lucie wondered loudly, looking at the door as if her father would appear out of thin air.

“No idea, dear. I saw him a couple of minutes ago and he just told me that we should start eating without him,” she explained. “Maybe he had to look at some documents in the study, but I’m not sure.”

“You deceived me, Bridget,” they heard Will say from the corridor, his voice bitter. “Again! I told you that I don’t like onions.”

“Onion is good for your health,” she replied. “And for the stew. Don’t eat if you don’t want it.”

Will snorted and finally entered the dining room, a frown marring his face.

“What happened, dear?” Tessa asked softly. Everyone could tell Will wasn’t in a good mood and that sometimes only his wife could make it better. “We could hear you from here.”

“Nothing, just Bridget as usual. She prepared onion stew again,” he shook his head. “Lately she's been preparing it at least once a week. I hate onions.”

“We know you do,” Lucie commented, exchanging a quick glance with her mother. Her father was a little picky sometimes.

“I asked her nicely not to prepare it when I’m here, but she still does,” Will rolled his eyes. “I wonder why.”

“Oh, I think I know the reason,” Jesse spoke for the first time. Everyone turned their eyes on him and he smiled awkwardly. “Bridget once approached me to ask which food I liked and I told her that onion bread was delicious. She asked me if I also wanted to try her onion stew and I said yes, and that was it. She didn’t ask me anymore. I do appreciate onion stew though.”

“How long ago was that?” Will asked.

“I believe… one month ago?”

“See, that’s when she started using more onions!” Will exclaimed and rolled his eyes.

Onions are the bane of the blue eyed man resistance But they have pleased the green eyed boy existence I shall then prepare onions for the man’s annoyance Because someday, the boy shall be the one who will give me employance

They heard Bridget sing from the other room, and everyone started to laugh at once, even Will. “Okay, we got it, Bridget,” he hissed, but she continued with another tune.

“She probably really fancies you,” Lucie told Jesse. “And she even thinks you’re going to replace papa someday,” she said giddily.

“It’s true, Jesse. Bridget may antagonize Will a lot but it’s not like she expresses her love for many people either,” Tessa offered him a smile. “And I think her opinion is long sighted.”

“What do you think, papa?”

Will was still frowning, deep in thought. He was about to answer when Bridget arrived with dinner, carrying a tray with a big pot on it. “Dinner is ready,” she declared proudly. “Onion stew, to toast the Blackthorn boy’s future as Mr. Herondale’s replacement.”

“You’re already kicking me to the curb,” Will replied sourly and glared at the woman. “I see now. It’s not fun, Bridget!” The woman didn’t answer. She just turned and went back to the kitchen, leaving them alone to eat. Will smelled the stew and made a face. “She’s just doing it out of spite, by this point.”

“I could tell her not to make it anymore, since she may listen to me” Jesse offered, but Will shook his head.

“It’s a lovely thought, but no,” Will grinned at him. “I dislike a lot of things and I’m very vocal about it but I’m also a grown man, which means sometimes I have to accept that things can’t always go the way I want to.” Tessa patted her husband’s shoulder in agreement and then they started eating, exchanging a few words every now and then, but not a word anymore regarding Bridget’s song.

After dinner was over, Lucie and Jesse retreated to the drawing room, a warm fire already burning in the hearth. “This must’ve been Bridget’s doing,” Lucie said with glee. The temperatures were dropping, and even if it wasn’t that cold, she’d rather not freeze. She took Jesse’s hand and they sat down shoulder to shoulder on two fluffy pillows on the rug. “She’s so smitten with you.”

“Do you think so?” he shrugged. “I believe she’s just nice because I’m a guest.”

“Trust me, she’s rarely this nice with anyone. I mean, she’s always been good to me, Jamie and mam, but she reprimanded me a lot when I used to sneak out and my parents didn’t know and she had to take me somewhere with the carriage,” she sighed when Jesse frowned at her confession. “But she treats you differently. She’s genuinely happy that you live here.”

“I don’t know. I just think she’s treating me like this because I’m a guest,” he insisted.

“You’re not the first person to stay at the Institute,” she reminded him. “And you’re not a guest! You’re going to be family, Jesse,” she took his hands for emphasis and squeezed. “You’re already part of the family. My parents adore you.”

He gave her his sweetest smile. As always, he couldn’t help but blush whenever he heard that word. “It’s nice to hear it,” he caressed her cheek. “Your parents are kind to me, and I’m thankful everyday that I get to live here as a shadowhunter.”

“What do you think about what Bridget suggested?”

“I will be honest with you,” he looked briefly at the fire, then back at her. They were close. “It does interest me. The Institute business, I mean. At first, I just wanted to make myself useful. I didn’t want to stay here and take advantage of your parents’ hospitality, and you know I’m also restless,” they both laughed. “I was fascinated by what you could do in this position. Not only the bureaucracy stuff, but also the diplomacy stuff. It is more than just being a shadowhunter. You build loyalties, you have to see that everything is fine and that the place is taken care of.”

“You are interested in taking father’s position, after all,” Lucie declared with a smirk.

They were silent for a moment, and Lucie rested her head on his shoulder. He dared to hold her, and let his hand linger on her arm and rub the area gently. “I’m curious,” he muttered, “about your thoughts.”

“I’m not surprised that you like what my parents do,” she confessed. “They are amazing. The job is not easy by any means, and I can tell they have to endure so much because there are a lot of people who still have prejudices against their union and their position in our society,” she sighed. “You’ve spent enough time here, you’ve seen how they are and how my father is. He has charisma and he charms people, and I think you possess these qualities as well.”

“Just because Bridget likes me?”

“Come on, Jesse. You know it’s not just Bridget. I think James and Cordelia’s maid Effie is also smitten by you,” she said. “And Esme Hardcastle. Let’s not forget about her.”

“Ah, the family tree girl,” he nodded. “She once asked me if we were going to get married.”

“You affect people positively,” Lucie continued, ignoring the second comment. She was twisting her hands in her lap to find the words. “I’ve seen how people glance at you when we are at events. They wish to be considered by you. People are charmed by you when you answer their awkward and intrusive questions.”

“Some people really don’t know how to mind their own business,” he commented, “but that’s expected. That’s why I sometimes give them ridiculous answers.”

“You’re incorrigible,” she said. “And people seem to buy whatever you say. That’s why I believe you’d do well in papa’s role. Have you ever told him? I’m sure he’d be happy to help you.”

Jesse sighed. “No, not yet. I don’t know how he’d take it. You’ve seen him today, after Bridget sang that song. He’s still young, and it’s early for him to retire. And I’m still young, and I think I still have a lot to learn before I can apply for such a position.”

“Well, papa became head of the Institute at nineteen, Jesse,” she shrugged, and tilted her head so that her eyes would be level with his. “I don’t believe he’s going to retire any time soon, but I don’t believe he’s going to refuse to show you the ropes either. And mam too.”

“So, should I…” he let the question linger in the air.

Lucie nodded and offered him a loving smile. “You definitely should.”

Jesse beamed at her and kissed her hand. She placed her head back on his shoulder and he held her until she said she was too tired to stay there. Jesse agreed that it was time to sleep, and after he wished Lucie goodnight and was about to go to his room, Will appeared in the corridor, as if he had been waiting for him to be alone.

“Jesse,” Will murmured, his voice uncharacteristically low. “Do you have a minute?”

“Yes, of course,” he replied, trying not to sound too alarmed. Alarmed for what, though? It wasn’t like they were doing anything inappropriate in the drawing room.

“Let’s go to my office,” said Will, without adding more. The two of them walked in silence, and this made Jesse expectant. He’d only been in Will’s office once, after he and Tessa returned from Idris where they had been tried with the Mortal Sword. He helped them store the Institute records back into their cabinets safely. Jesse had continued helping them at the Institute after then, but he never crossed the doorway to Will’s office again.

The door was slightly ajar, and the soft light of the oil lamp created a homely atmosphere. There were two upholstered armchairs in front of the mahogany desk, and a couple of books lay half open by the edge. On the main chair, behind the massive desk, sat Tessa. She was reading, and when he and Will closed the door behind them, she glanced up and smiled in acknowledgment.

“Have a seat, dear,” Tessa said, and Jesse occupied the chair on the left, the closest to the window. Will sat on the chair beside him, to his surprise.

When they were all seated, Jesse spoke first. “What’s wrong?” he wondered, shifting in his seat. It wasn’t the first time he had talked to Will or Tessa alone, and he knew they meant well. Still. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“You have something in your hair,” Will said, and Jesse frowned, but he didn’t touch his head. He had probably noticed his uneasiness and wanted to make him comfortable.

“Will,” Tessa reprimanded him, and the two exchanged a quick glance.

“See? He knew it wasn’t true,” he said, and Tessa offered Jesse a sympathetic grin. “Jesse, son,” Will continued, his expression turning serious. “I think I left an answer hanging earlier, and me and Tessa talked about it after dinner.” Jesse, who was still not used to Will calling him son, gaped his mouth open slightly, but didn’t answer. “We know that you like to make yourself useful here, and we’re grateful for all the things you do.”

Jesse swallowed. “You don’t have to thank me. I know I have to earn my keep here.”

“See, I don’t think it’s just that,” Will tilted his head to the side. “We genuinely see that you care about the Institute. Not just because you live here and you believe you have to prove something to us because you intend to marry our daughter someday,” he said, holding his gaze. “You enjoy doing this. If there’s one thing I’ve learned while you’ve lived here, is that if you don’t want to do something, you simply don’t. You don’t do things half-heartedly. If you did not care about this place and it was all just an act, it would’ve ended a long time ago.”

He grinned at Will, not shocked that he knew how to read him. “I do,” Jesse answered honestly. “And I would really like to do more and to learn more from you, if you don’t mind.”

Will looked at Tessa briefly, and she smiled. “That’s all we needed to hear,” he grinned too. “If you want to learn how to take care of the Institute, we will help you, we will teach you. So that someday…” he trailed off, and offered a bigger smile. “Well, to start, first thing tomorrow I have to go run an errand,” he continued, standing up from his chair. He picked up a leather-bound book that looked old and worn from a shelf, and put it on the desk. Jesse realized that it was a romance novel. “Wait for me at ten at the portal downstairs. We’re going to Idris.”

“I really want to learn,” he said with confidence. “For that someday.” He was feeling suddenly refreshed and excited. “I’ll be there.”

Will seemed pleased, and he saw Tessa beam at him too. “Wonderful,” he said, and put a hand over Tessa’s shoulder. She touched his hand affectionately, seemingly happy about this new turn of events. “I’m sure you’ll like what we’re going to do tomorrow. It’s one of my favorite things to do,” he gazed away, lost in his thoughts. “Now, where did I put the newspaper?”

“Alright, I think I’ll go now,” Jesse considered the conversation over, and he stood up, politely wishing them goodnight. Will and Tessa told him to rest well, and Will added that he couldn’t wait to take him to run this errand the day after. He was content that they were so welcoming toward his career goal, and he couldn’t wait either.

Jesse closed the door behind him, brimming over with excitement. He thought of knocking on Lucie’s door to let her know of the developments, which was something against the rules, when he heard Will and Tessa’s voices and decided to linger for a moment to listen. “You know, I’m so glad that Jesse wants to learn how to manage here,” Tessa said. “I did suspect he was interested, but we never talked about it.”

“Yes, I’m relieved that he finally told us. And I hate to say it, but it’s also thanks to Bridget and her onion stew song,” Will agreed, and Jesse could hear footsteps inside. Perhaps he was still looking for the newspaper. “Because when I’m old and I just want to enjoy the rest of my life, at least I know that there will be someone as dedicated as we were to look after our house,” he sighed. “I mean, I know it’s not our house literally, but – you get it.”

“I do,” she replied softly, and he could hear the hint of affection that both had for the London Institute. “I’m happy for him, glad he’s finding his way,” she continued, and a smile appeared on Jesse’s face. “It’s under that pile of books, your newspaper,” Tessa said. “Oh, and Will. Weren’t you going to read this tonight? For our challenge. You promised.”

Will sighed. “I haven’t forgotten, Tess. There it is,” he muttered after a beat. “I’m not in the mood for book romance tonight.” He heard Tessa laugh and then the exchange took a path that he wished to erase from his memory. He fled to his room, hoping to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a good day.

#tsc #tsc fanfiction #tlh #will herondale #tessa gray #wessa #lucie herondale #jesse blackthorn #ghostwriter #blackdale #will and tessa #lucie and jesse #the last hours #chain of thorns #chain of iron #chain of gold #tweety.writes

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jihyocentric · 2 years

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Hi I just found your acc

Can you do any mina, nayeon and gp jihyo?

With mina and nayeon just pampering and teasing gp jihyo?

welcome! answering this waaay too late but i hope you enjoy it.

“i won’t let you fuck jihyo.” mina snapped at nayeon. after the sixth (or was it the seventh?) time hearing her ask the same thing, mina wanted to slap nayeon's pretty face.

mina was really possessive. though she tried to play it cool and pretend nothing could really get to her, jihyo was the only thing that made her feel this way.

jihyo was her puppy, her girlfriend, and hers only. she never, ever shared jihyo, and nayeon was starting to get the best of her. mina closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before turning to nayeon and crossing her arms, her eyes narrowing in visible irritation.

“stop being so dense. i’m not asking you to join your relationship. just your bed.” nayeon replied, looking at her manicured nails, seemingly annoyed as well. if mina was just a tad bit uncontrolled, nayeon would’ve already turned into dust. rest in piece to her poor soul.

“jihyo is mine.” mina clenched her jaw. nayeon sighed and looked at her.

“are you afraid she will like me better? because i bet she will be begging for her unnie not to stop once we start. she doesn’t call you that, does she?” nayeon laughed, sly and annoyingly confident.

“so now you want to bet?” mina stepped forward, letting the anger speak louder than her inner self telling her to ignore nayeon’s antics. “i bet jihyo wouldn’t beg you a thing. she only answers to me and only me. because she is mine.”

“so you’re saying we can…” nayeon clapped her hands, a smile propping up on her face.

“i’m saying i have a bet to win.” mina looked at the field where jihyo had been playing soccer this entire time they were arguing. mina always found it cute how jihyo hid her tail under her clothes but sometimes it poke out, just like now.

“tomorrow night, then?” nayeon asked, eagerly, still not believing mina had actually agreed with that.

mina shook her head, confirming what nayeon had just said.

jihyo finally realized mina was looking at her, then she said something to jeongyeon and went running towards mina. mina looked at nayeon with a smile, as if she was saying: “see how she comes running to me?”

and jihyo was just excited to see mina, even if they had been together the whole night and the entire morning before coming to college. that was the best part about being your girlfriend’s roommate. but they weren’t already girlfriends when they started living together — only became that after mina worked hard persuading a shy, nerdy jihyo, who couldn’t even look at her in the eye when they first met.

“are your classes over already?” jihyo asked mina, hugging her waist like a baby koala, so visibly excited to see mina that nayeon almost pouted at the lack of attention. “oh, h-hey nayeon unnie.”

“yes.” mina didn’t give nayeon any space to answer jihyo. “we should get going now, we have things to do.”

“things?” jihyo furrowed her eyebrows, looking up to meet mina’s eyes. by the look on her face, jihyo understood. she felt the skin of her cheeks burning at the weight of nayeon’s eyes still on them and mina’s grin.

as she dragged jihyo with her by the wrist, mina didn’t even look back to look at nayeon’s face, but she was sure that the older was sulking. “tomorrow, nayeon!” mina said loud enough for nayeon to hear, and kept walking.

the day had passed, the other day came by and jihyo was still clueless about mina and nayeon’s little agreement. so when nayeon knocked on their door at a saturday night and mina made jihyo leave her lap, where the puppy had been napping peacefully, jihyo was confused.

she knew mina and nayeon didn’t get along that well. mostly because they were extremely competitive, be it over grades or friendships like jeongyeon and sana — their common friend. however, jihyo would never have imagined that mina could let her competitive nature get so far.

yet there jihyo was, a poor puppy who couldn’t say no to mina, and now nayeon, who was looking at her expectantly when mina explained jihyo what was going on (she hid a few things not ruin the veracity of the bet, she wanted jihyo’s honest reactions).

of course jihyo wanted to hide her face on the ground, like the flamingos did. the objective wouldn't be the same as them, but jihyo wanted to hide. but when nayeon caressed her ears, something only mina dared to do, jihyo keened, melting shamefully under the older’s touch. however, despite being excited with the touch, she was still mina’s and had to make sure mina really wanted that.

she looked at mina, tail wagging freely because jihyo didn’t tuck her tail inside the clothes at home, and mina nodded.

“let’s take this to the room, hm?” mina said and jihyo followed, feeling intimidated by the whole situation, but still exhilerated.

before she started dating mina, she had never been with anyone intimately, and until she was ready to open up and allow mina to even touch her, it took months. the biggest issue was that she was overly sensitive, and touches in places like her ears and tail, especially when it came from mina, made jihyo too vulnerable.

jihyo didn’t like that at first. then she grew used to it, and to mina petting her, but the timid personality was always there.

with nayeon, it is no different. nayeon was a friend, someone she has known in a while, and despite her and mina constant bickering, jihyo was fond of her.

mina made jihyo sit down between her legs and nayeon hopped on the bed with them, still curiously touching jihyo’s ears. she hadn’t met any hybrids aside from jihyo, so her curiousness took over and she didn’t even realize what her touch on jihyo’s ears were causing until she looked down at the tent on jihyo’s shorts.

“she’s sensitive. rubbing her ear like this can overstimulate her.” mina reprimanded.

jihyo didn’t say a thing, way too much of a good girl to speak without being asked to. jihyo liked nayeon’s touches, especially the way she rubbed her ears in circular motions, not trying to hurt her with the stimulation, she just did out of pure curiosity.

“she likes it. don’t you, puppy?” nayeon looked at jihyo’s flushed face, marveling at the way she just accepted every touch and the teasing coming from her.

jihyo, much to mina’s discontent, shook her head, as if to say yes, she was enjoying it.

suddenly, nayeon’s hands weren’t in her ears anymore but in her thighs, rubbing the part of skin uncovered by the short clothes. the older woman reached closer, lips pressing against jihyo’s and the tail wagging against mina made her hiss.

mina knew jihyo would like it — the puppy was needy and very much sensitive, but she didn’t expect her to like nayeon that much. strangely, even if she was burning with jealousy, mina still wanted to see what nayeon was going to do and how jihyo would receive it.

jihyo whined when nayeon’s hand slipped inside her shorts. unlike mina, she rushed when she did things, her kiss was leaving her breathless way too soon and the grip of nayeon’s hand around the base of her cock was tighter than mina would do it. jihyo was hard, and, much to nayeon’s surprise, she was big. bigger than anyone she had been with, certainly. it made her mouth water in expectation.

nayeon moved away from jihyo’s kiss and giggled shamelessly at the way the puppy was, thrusting against her hand and wetting it with precum.

“such a needy little thing,” nayeon cooed, then looked at mina. “is she always like this?”

“oh you bet she is.” mina answered, placing a kiss on jihyo’s neck. she smiled at the way her skin was warm, knowing jihyo was beyond embarrassed.

nayeon squeezed jihyo’s thick cock in her hand. jihyo gasped.

“i have something better for you, puppy.” nayeon told her, getting rid of jihyo’s shorts and boxers.

“unnie!” jihyo moaned, hands holding mina’s legs on her sides keeping her grounded on the bed, and there was no way she could escape mina’s hold on her and nayeon’s mouth, now wrapping around her cock so warmly that jihyo almost blew her load right away.

mina had long forgotten about their bet, too busy looking at nayeon taking jihyo’s whole length inside her mouth to worry about their bet — she wished it was her instead, taking her girlfriend deep in her throat, but listening jihyo’s cute groans from up close was good enough for now.

“is that good, baby?” mina asked, lifting jihyo’s shirt for the puppy to get a better view of nayeon sucking her cock. her hot tongue brushed over her length and sent sparks all over jihyo’s body, moving fast and abrupt, as if taking such a big cock wasn’t difficult for her. nayeon’s throat stretched each time she took jihyo in, but it was delicious nonetheless.

“yes, m-mommy. can i…” jihyo whined. “i’m close…”

hearing that, nayeon moved away, taking jihyo’s cock out of her mouth while her hand kept jerking her off to keep her on the edge.

“you have to ask me. i’m the one sucking you off, not her.” nayeon said, commanding. when jihyo didn’t answer her, her grip on jihyo’s cock tightened.

“but mommy…” jihyo pouted, wanting nayeon to keep sucking her off, but still, mina was the one in charge. always.

with a convinced look on her face, mina decided to tease nayeon. “see how she’s such a good puppy for me?” she tells nayeon. “ask her, puppy. i want to see you fuck her mouth good, just like you’d do to me.”

nayeon wanted to be mad, but she couldn’t when jihyo was that cute, following mina’s rules so diligently despite the visible shyness that never faded away. she wondered if jihyo would be willing to call her ‘mommy’ too.

“nayeon unnie, c-can i? please?”

without jihyo needing to ask again, nayeon lowered herself once more, taking jihyo back inside her waiting mouth. this time, jihyo held her hair and thrusted her hips up and down, burying her cock in nayeon’s mouth almost desperately. each time she felt the older’s tongue licking her length as she slipped inside, jihyo whined, gasping adorably at the dirty words mina kept saying next to her ear.

“i’m going to…" gasp. "mommy, i’ll…” jihyo groaned, speeding up her thrusts in nayeon’s mouth. she didn’t think that maybe her unnie’s throat would get sore afterwards, but nayeon couldn’t complain, she was loving to have her mouth fucked that way.

mina kissed jihyo’s cheek. “come for us, puppy. let it all out on her throat.”

jihyo came instantly as she heard mina’s command, nayeon’s nose brushing over her tummy as jihyo sank her cock inside her throat and came. thick, hot semen spilled down nayeon’s throat and she gagged, making jihyo remember that she should be more careful — that was her beloved unnie, after all, and jihyo didn’t want to hurt her.

“i’m sorry.” jihyo said, genuinely concerned after being so forceful.

nayeon swallowed everything, not letting a single drop go to waste. “it’s okay.”

“i won.” mina said. “she asked me if she could fuck you. see? she’s mine.”

nayeon sighed. she didn’t even care about it anymore. “how about we forget this bet and play with her together?”

both of them looked at poor jihyo, who gulped at the sharp stare of two predators. that had been only the start.

#nayeon #jihyo #mina #g!p #hybrid #minahyo #mihyo #nahyo #minayeon #fill

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fainthedcherry · 3 months

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PARAMORE RELEASED THEIR A24 TRIBUTE COVER TODAY. AND I GOT INSPIRED BY THE LYRICS AND THE VISUALIZER.

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IMAGE CREDITS BC VERY OBVIOUSLY THIS IS AN EXPERIMENTAL PIC COLLAGE PIECE PRIMARILY BELOW DESC (I DID NOT TAKE THE COOL PICS OBV.)

OK GIANT CREDIT BLOCK GO (Freepik and pexels my beloved saved my entire college year lmao):

1 OCEAN WAVES

2 OCEAN WAVES AGAIN

3 YES A THIRD OCEAN WAVE

4 VERY COOL DROPLETS

5 FLAME. OO FIRE PRETTYYY /POS

6 BG I CHEATED YOU INTO BELIEVING IS RAIN

The drawing though is made by my acoustic arse /lh

THE LYRICS ARE TAKEN FROM THE VID I LINKED. HAYLEY'S VOICE MY BELOVED AND FOREVER DEAREST ENTIRE BAND /POSPOSPOS. I wanna sing like Hayley so badly, she is such an idol to me, when it comes to vocals and I wish to sing as expressive as her some day 🤧✨💖

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY, OTHER THAN I'VE BEEN EXPERIMENTING WITH SHORT DRAWINGS, THAT TAKE UNDER A DAY TO COMPLETE TO FIGURE OUT SOME THINGS I WANNA DO AS AN ARTIST AND POSSIBLY COMMISSIONS. + These drawings genuinely kinda de-stress so it's been free therapy too, oops. I wanna do more of these vector-style drawings, that are just me taking lyrics and creating these fun collages, of things that inspire me or I like. It's a chill practice and lets my creativity actually do the work for once, instead of my usual need to outdo myself in every drawing and improve lmao. Improvement is cool and all, but dear god did I not realise how hard my need for perfection last year stress and strangle me tf out. I seriously need to re-evaluate the way I approach art as this massive, intimidating medium, when most artists literally draw for fun, and for me it's been like...A Sisyphean task.

If you enjoyed seeing this, I might make a sequel with C'est Comme Ca and w/ Marco in it instead and a red BG,, if I want to, I might turn these into a series, just like those aesthetic icon drawings I made of my 2 boys, started Lotta, and IMMEDIATELY lost that sketch due to my USB's death back in 2022 and lost all motivation for art due to that massive loss /neg

Not sure what else to add here other than my thoughts that I already did!! Other than ofc, the usual, MASSIVE thank you to my friend Hollowed-Hartlocke for introducing me to Paramore back in 2019 <3

Think I'm done rambling now tho!! OH WAIT. I can add, that I had to actually pull out Adobe Illustrator just to add stretched text for aesthetic purposes. Then I got so impatient with the effects panel not showing me the usual layer-effects and me being too lazy to look up, whether InDesign was the one, that had the usual layer effects I use in an Adobe program or not. Btw still mooching off my college acc that shoulda been dead long ago but just isn't??? LMAO I'M STILL GONNA USE IT IF I CAN ALRIGHT.

OH YEAH BTW. This drawing took 3 hours. NO I'M NOT KIDDING. PEOPLE WOULD PROBABLY BE SHOCKED THAT SUCH A LAZY LOOKING PIECE TOOK SO LONG. BUT I GENUINELY AM RATHER SHOOK THAT I TOOK SUCH LITTLE TIME TO CREATE THIS. TBF I threw MOST proportion checks and canvas flips I do out the window, so there's a BIG chance I will hate this, if I flip the canvas xD ANYWAY I RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH I THINK NOW. JUST ENJOY EXPERIMENTAL ART

^Before-bed edit; Yeah his torso's a TAD too much leaning to the left, it's off-center to the rotation of his pelvis to be in fact, but maybe? I'll roll with this mistake. It kinda gives the piece its abstract nature..I kinda like the mistake?? This is the first time in my life I ever tolerated a mistake I did and now declare it on purpose and will probably build one into the next piece as well. Hell, maybe it'll yield an interesting result. Anyway, it's 12PM as I write this, and I have to get up at 4AM for my train soOooo, yeah, gotta sleep ASAP for school.

I have NO clue again what to 100% accurately tag this, so forgive me if the tags are wrong LMAO, I just will believe what I believe it has overlaps w/ within art-genre.

This piece kiiinda gives pop art??? So I'm gonna tag it as such as well, but but might be incorrect. If a pop-art enjoyer wants to correct me, PLEASE DO. I'm going off the definitions of pop-art I learned in high-school. So I could most def be wrong about me adding this tag in particular. How tf do people confidently tag their posts when I doubt almost every tag I add man. Tagging is the worst part of uploading art to me due to how hard it is to label art really, not meant to be in a genre. xD

Def adding Paramore tags tho bc I NEED to know more Paramore fans out there bc we feel like such a tiny community, when they're literally one of the most influential rock bands of the 2000s and 2010s imho AUGH

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d3sire97 · 5 months

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Fanfiction Chapter 1:

This is my official story, fanfiction on Danganronpa THH. I started this on September 21st 2023, and this has been uploaded on Tumblr on the 5/12/23. This is ACTUALLY my work, but your support on Wattpad would be amazing as well! (D3sire97 is my acc)

Timeline/ Author's Note: This is set before Danganronpa THH, Daiya is alive in this fanfiction, Chihiro is a boy, but not trans. (He's a Demi-Boy which means that their a he/them - I'm demigirl and pan btw lol-)

Please bare with me, as this is my first fanfiction (Hifumi and Toko be cheering me on) and I know nothing about the school timeline of Japan, so imma just make them have dorms, and weekend breaks or whatever.

Chapter 1: (just to make it clear where the story starts :D)

Taka searches for his bestfriend through the crowd of people at the school entrance.

It certainly isn't hard to find the biker gang leader, he's quite tall compared to the other students at Hope's Peak Academy, and his pompadour sticks out like a sore thumb.

Taka really likes that about Mondo. He has his own style, and wears eye-liner.

Eye-liner is hot.

Especially on Mondo.

Finally, the biker gang member has been spotted, and being careful not to run or push the other students, Taka sneaks up on him.

"Boo!" He says, as Mondo turns around in annoyance. His eyes soften when he sees who it is.

Taka also likes that Mondo has a soft spot when it comes to his friends.

"Ya almost got me there Taka." Mondo ruffles Taka's hair, and wrinkles his clothes while doing so. Taka is about to scold him for it when Chihiro Fujisaki, the cross-dressing programmer comes up to them.

"Hey guys!" He smiles, looking quite happy to be back at Hope's Peak. Leon comes up behind the group too, wrapping his arms around Taka and Chihiros shoulders lazily.

He does not look happy to be back.

Owada and Kuwata are both seeming to be in a competition of who can get the most detentions or miss the most classes.

Taka may love Mondo, and be friends with Leon, but the Moral Compass cannot let behaviour like this slide.

Mondo, last year alone, had ended the year with 23 detentions and 16 missed classes!

Leon was trailing behind, but not by much. He had 20 detentions, most of which were with Mondo, Hiro, Nagito or Kokichi and then had missed 14 classes.

Even though Hiro wasn't really in the race, Taka had to count his missed classes too.

He had a few detentions, mainly with Leon or Mondo, but he had missed 24 classes! He always forgot or overslept, and this caused his study grades to plummet.

Taka only knows about this because he's been the one to give them all away. As the Student Council President, Hall Monitor of Hope's Peak, and of course, son to Officer Takaaki Ishimaru, he had to make sure that everything was running smoothly... no matter how exhausted things were.

He didn't really have much time to think about that anymore, as the dorm groups were assigned *(all of the boys were togther, which was perfect,) and so they had to make their way to the third floor in preparation.

"Now where the fuck is Hiro?!" Leon asked everybody, but to no avail they all shook their heads with a shrug.

"Probably high on the sidewalk or something-" Mondo joked rolling his eyes.

"Language inside the dorm Kuwata, and Hiro would never do such a thing, dont talk about your peers like that Owada!" Of course Ishimaru was the one to call him out.

Taka wasn't sure about the last statement, it sounded like something Hiro would definitely do.

That didn't matter though! Ishimaru had to make sure that the dorm was a safe and welcome environment!

Then again, Taka actually wanted to be Mondo's Boyfriend, so he may have to be lighter on the no swearing rule...

That didn't matter, as it was a new year at Hope's Peak, and he was going to make it worthwhile!

A/N: ahhhh I love this chapter so much!!! The word count all up is 727, which I'm so happy with! Sorry if the chapter sizes are inconsistent, or I update randomly, or there are errors in my work. This fanfiction ships Mondo x Taka, Leon x Hiro and probably a bit of Naegi x Togami or Hina x Sakura on the side.

I may make references to the other students, but since idrk Drv2 or Drv3 well enough, I won't be shipping anyone. They will have appearances though! :D.

COVER ART ISN'T MINE BTWWWW

-D3sire97

5/12/23: OTHER CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER DW <3

#danganronpa #trigger #happy #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #havoc #ishimondo #mondo owada #kiyotaka ishimaru #danganronpa 1 #fanfiction #fanfic #wattpad #chapter 1 out of 40

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that-writer-101 · 1 year

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You Idiot

Loki x Reader

REUPLOAD

Author notes: Re-uploaded from my old acc marvel-writer-101

Thor and Loki were sent on a simple mission together. Why those two are ever sent on a mission together you will never understand, but you dont make the calls.

They were out for about 5 hours. Loki came back bloody and still bleeding, and fighting with his brother.

"PLAN 'gEt hElP' NEVER WORKS! STOP IT!"

"They're dead, aren't they? I think it worked out wonderfully, brother!"

You interrupt them. "Usually I would ask what happened, but seeing what's already going on, I dont think I want to. Thor didn't we specifically say to patch your brother up if he got hurt?"

"He didn't want my help."

"You idiot." You roll your eyes and drag him off to the mini med bay near your room used for situations like this.

Loki sits down on the edge of the doctor table thing and you grab what you need. He had open wounds on his arms, his lower left leg, a slightly cut lip, and a cut right above his right eye.

"You really wouldn't let your brother help you?" You sigh.

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to see you?" Loki said, a slight smirk on his face.

You gave a small smile and laugh, the two of you had been jokingly flirting for the past few weeks, but it was just platonic... Right?

You started with the slice on his leg, it was pretty shallow, but was still bleeding quite a bit. You started to wipe the dried blood off with a wet cotton ball.

"I literally finished sewing the holes in your outfit yesterday, you already had to mess it up again?"

"Blame my brother, he was the one who insisted on using the plan 'gEt hElP'."

You simply roll your eyes at him as you finish wiping up the blood. You grab a roll of bandages and wrap the wound up.

You then move to his left arm, this one was much deeper. You grab the stitching kit.

"What in midgard is that?"

"You need stitches, this cut is pretty deep. What, afraid of needles or somethin'?" You joke, waving the needle around in front of his face.

Loki just glared at you, then just shook his head and laughed.

You hid a smile, you loved his laugh. You go back to caring for the injured idiot. Your injured idiot.

Wait what?! You didn't think of him like that!

You wipe the blood off his arm and apply some numbing cream. After the effects kick in you start stitching up his arm.

"This doesn't hurt at all, right?"

"Not a bit, darling."

Your cheeks turned a light pink. You loved the nickname.

You finish stitching his arm and move to the other one. His other arm didn't have any deep cuts, just a lot of smaller ones.

You bandaged up pretty much his entire arm.

Then onto his face.

You start cleaning the cut above his eye. You start to wipe it off with a wet q-tip. Loki flinches a bit.

"Oooooow!" He whined dramatically, it was adorable.

Oh.

So maybe you did think about him like that.

"Suck it up, you're a god aren't you? I'm sure a little q-tip wont do much damage to anything else but your ego."

You wet the q-tip again and start to wipe it off more.

"How do you manage to make a wet q-tip hurt?!"

"I dont know, how do you manage to get a cut right above your eye?"

"Touché."

"Okay pick somewhere to look and dont move your eyes, you moving them is making this overly difficult."

You continue to clean the wound, which took quite a long time considering the placement.

Though, you quickly realized that Loki was staring at your lips, so that made you blush a bit more.

You put a bandaid on the wound then go to the final injury on this idiot, his cut lip.

You grab another cotton ball and put a dab of water on it.

"I would ask you how this happened, but you probably wouldn't give me a good answer."

"Hey you got something right for once."

"Yeah yeah, now shush it so i can wipe this off."

You know from the last injury that his face is overly sensitive, so you were very gentle while wiping off his lip.

It was at this moment that you realized you were literally staring at his lips.

You thought about how soft they would be if you kissed them..

WHAT?!

What were you thinking?! He doesn't like you like that!!

You continued to gently wipe the blood off, occasionally using your thumb to move his lip a bit to get all the blood off.

You were looking at his lip to make sure you were done getting the blood off. You use your thumb to move his lip a bit just to be sure.

"You done?"

"Yup!"

"Good."

The next thing you know, he kisses you?!

Your eyes go wide and your face red.

Loki notices this and pulls back.

"Pardon me.. I-i probably shouldn't have done tha-.."

You cut him off by giving him a kiss.

You feel his face burn up against yours. The two of you were blushing like there was no tomorrow.

You only broke the kiss when you needed to take a breath.

His eyes met yours. Loki just muttered, "Fuck I love you..." In the most handsome voice you have ever heard, then kissed you again.

He pulled back and looked at you with a smirk.

You raise an eyebrow, "What's with the loo-"

You get cut off by kisses and nibbles on your neck.

Loki hits a soft spot and you moan lightly. He does it a few more times until you, right in his ear, quietly moan, "Loki~"

His face goes beet red.

You quietly laughed at his face, he was flustered and quite shocked.

You successfully flustered a god, that's something you never thought you'd be able to say.

You give him another kiss, then clean up your work space.

"So.. Are we like.. A thing now..?" Loki asked, watching you clean.

"Only if you want us to be, darling." You used his own nickname on him.

"Then we are, but find your own little petname! Darling is for me to use on you, not vice versa!"

You giggle at that, "Alright, then you're my idiot."

You finish cleaning up and help him off the doctor table, as you walk out of the room you turn back to him.

"Oh by the way,"

"Hm?"

"I love you, too. :)"

#loki laufeyson #marvel fanfic idea #mcu loki #loki x you #loki marvel #loki fanfction #the avengers #friends to lovers

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knightyoomyoui · 2 years

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Dahyun x Reader- “It Was Always You”

I inserted some pictures in this one-shot to widen the imagination more just like what I did also when I published this in Wattpad. I will also do the same to the other previous one-shots I already posted here in my Tumblr acc so yeah, it will only need some little bit of editing. Thanks!

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"Alright everyone, class dismissed. Be safe on your home and enjoy your weekend.",your teacher said after all of you heard the bell rang which indicates that the class hours is now over.

"Psst Y/N.", one of your classmate called you while you were fixing your things.

"Oh hey bud, wassup?", you said, turning your head at him while putting the books inside your bag.

"Are you in for tomorrow? My bro got some new game he just bought yesterday.", he said while placing his hand on the top of the table.

"We wanted to try it so wanna join us complete the gameplay?", your another classmate said, appearing from the back of your first classmate who called you.

"Uhh you know I would love to guys but sorry I got something to do actually.", you said while scratching your nape as an act to pretend like you're regetting this. You love video games and you want to see the new release, yes; but you have other priority for tomorrow and you can just set aside those favorite of yours for a while because for you, this one is most important. "I have a sched for tomorrow and it's really important so if that's okay to you two?"

"No it's fine we understand.", your first classmate said, swiping his hands off. "I mean it's just a game afterall and it's better if you'll rather focus on what matter you have.", he shrugged.

"Yeah. Just give me a review about it okay?"

"Got it. See you next week!", then they both start picking up their bags from their seats as they walked out of the classroom.

"You too!", you shouted back at them. Now you returned your focus at what you're doing... including at someone who is secretly listening to the conversation between you three.

"And that's simple.", you gave her quick smile, clicking your tongue.

"You really don't need to do that.", your another classmate and your childhood bestfriend Kim Dahyun said while she shook her head and stroked the upper bridge of her nose. That's what she always do whenever she expresses disapproval, stress or being problematic.

"Why not? Just let me, okay?", you faced her, eyeing her directly. "In fact, I would really want to spend my time and have fun with you instead. We don't get to hang out for past weeks, right?", you frowned because you were pretty missing it so much. This is what you always do with her and oh it's such a wonderful time for the both of you.

"School's been pretty tough for us.", she said then sighed.

"That's why I did that. Now, your choice of place tomorrow okay?", then you offered her a fist bump which she accepts with an addition of her answer by nodding at you while she slowly smile.

(THE NEXT DAY)

"As much as I'm loving the view. I think it's the best for my heart not to look down.", you said after gulping down on your throat as you tried another one to look down which you can see the entire people around in this place while riding the ferris wheel. Yup, Dahyun chose amusement park as a place for you and her to go.

"Since when did you got afraid of heights?", she said while laughing at you.

"I don't know, just now maybe?", you said. You ain't scared of heights though but there's a limit to you. The exact height you can still accept is like being on a 7th floor of a building. What exceeds more on that is already a no-no to you.

"Come here. Sit with me so you can really feel that you're aint alone.", she tapped the empty space beside her to signal you to seat which you accepted after switching your gaze at the one she's tapping and also at her. After that, she wrapped her one arm around the back of your neck, giving you a smug face. It kinda shocked her a bit depe inside because she felt your body shaking a little bit but when she had you near her, she noticed that your shaking slowly disappeared. "Did it tone down your fear?

"It did.", you nodded. She then continued using her phone while you just looked around at the atmosphere, dark clouds with dots of light coming from every little sparkling stars all over in it.

"I finally saw it.", she said out of nowhere while looking at her phone as she grinned.

"What?"

She took away the phone placed on her lap and moved it next to her thigh then she faced you. "U-uhm hehe... it's just... Y/N I can trust you with this one so you'll be the only person I'll be sharing you this okay?" she said between her stutters and pauses.

"Sure."

"You know him right?", then she showed you what is in her screen. You saw a profile picture of a famiilar guy which you always see definitely inside the school.

"Oh yeah that's the basketball captain of son of a teacher in our campus right?", you said after continously snapping your fingers as if you're trying to remember who is that guy again. "Was that Mr. Bae?"

"Yeah.".

" What's with him?", you looked at his face for a while then you looked back ay her, then you pointed the phone with a bit of a shock on your face when you saw some spots of red appearing from her cheeks. You know that's the signal. "Wait, you like him?"

"I-I guess so?", she shyly shrugged, just chuckled at it. "These past few days I can't help but to look at him whenever I see him.", she answered, biting her lower lip while not looking at you to hide the blush and the large smile she's trying to keep from being revealed on her face.

"You find him attractive?", you raised your eyebrow.

"He is."

"Oh. Well, does that mean you have a crush on him", you side eyed her while she's taking the look at the number of reacts her crush got from his profile picture.

"Yeah.", she said while smiling She then had you locked in her stare with her puppy eyes. "Please don't tell this to anyone okay? I-i'm kinda bit scared if my secret got spread to everyone too early.", she looked downwards.

"So you're deciding for the right time to do it?", she only responded for a nod. You did the same too, but suddenly you don't know what is wrong with you.

You may be smiling in front of her now, but it doesn't seem real. It feels... forced. Your reaction to what she shared to you was mixed.

You didn't quite liked the sound of Dahyun admiring somebody else.

As a friend, you need to be proud and supportive for Dahyun... yet why does it feel deep inside that you're judging the guy already as if you already know him.

In short, it's against to you.

"Okay then. Your secret's safe with me."

"You are the best bro, Y/N!", then she ruffled your hair, making it messy but you didn't care. She loves doing it to you anyways.

"Hehe I am... I am.", you responded, but when you repeated your words it turns out to be just a whisper for her not to be audibly clear.

"Why did Dahyun fell for this guy?", you're questioning yourself, furrowing your eyebrows as it still fills up your thoughts about that guy making Dahyun gets attracted to.

(3 DAYS LATER)

The next day after you and Dahyun went to the amusement park, you finally got introduced properly this time to Hajoon.

It made it even more sense why Dahyun developed feelings for him is because the two are seatmates at one of your subjects.

Hajoon is athletic, smart, cool, handsome (yeah you are a male and it sounds a bit wrong to compliment your fellow guy like that, but that's the truth though.), and charming. Comparing him to you, you're just a meh. That's how you describe yourself.

Wait, why are you even comparing him to you?

That's exactly what you asked to yourself again why you did that.

Dahyun's eyes full of hearts are set focused only on Hajoon, so why need to include yourself here in this topic.

You just disregard it because maybe you're just feeling weird.

But that's not only the case you need to disregard. There's also a time where you feel down whenever you see her and Hajoon interact.

For you, you're just being dramatic as if Hajoon is trying to steal Dahyun away from you AS A FRIEND, but you know that Dahyun is just doing these to do some moves from him.

Yet the possibility you're trying to believe in isn't enough to make yourself fine witnessing that.

So as a way to cheer up yourself, you started to stood out even more as a friend to her. You treat her even more like what you usually do to her, which makes Dahyun surprised. You became even more cheerful, caring, protective and loving to her.

She's liking it but it feels a bit different seeing you being like this.

But ofcourse, upgrading something doesn't mean it will only result in positive.

You two are in the gymnasium right now. Two reasons: one is because Dahyun decided for the two of you to eat lunch here and second, to watch Hajoon play basketball.

While Dahyun was enjoying, for you it feels like you just slowly losing your appetite whenever her face glows when Hajoon makes a point.

This once again questions you, why does this make you be like this?

Hajoon threw the ball onto the ring but it didn't shoot. Instead it just bounced onto the rim then afterwards, it bounced on the floor...

On the direction towards Dahyun.

You saw that quickly and thanks to how active your reflex is, you immediately catched the ball; stopping it from nearly hitting Dahyun's lap but that didn't made Dahyun stop from flinching because she really thought that she was gonna hit.

All of the players were shocked especially Hajoon because that was too close. So he ran fast at the two of you after.

I'm really really sorry, Dahyun.", Hajoon said while forming her hands onto like a prayer gesture as he begs for his admirer's forgiveness.

"It's f-fine. I-it didn't hit me a-anyways.", Dahyun said, making sure to him that everythings okay. But to you? Nah.

"Great timing that your friend here saved the ball for you.", Hajoon pointed at you who's giving a death glare at him.

"Yeah you should be thankful because if I didn't, you're dead.", your voice suddenly became deeper as if you were threatening Hajoon that his soul would go down in hell once he fucked up again.

"Oh... uhm s-sorry again. I promise i'll be more careful next time.", Hajoon just bowed his head in apology. You were liking this but hey, uno reverse card.. Dahyun doesn't. She feels pity for her crush.

"You should be.

"No worries, Hajoon. Continue playing there.", Dahyun gave her a smile while flicking her hands away to signal Hajoon to return back at the court. Hajoon just a gave a nod and a smile.

"Thank you. Enjoy our game!", he then reached for the ball and and walked awau from the two of you. Dahyun then looked at you who's clenching both of your fists as it lays on the top of your knees.

"If only I could punch him straight in the face. He should be really careful next time.", you spat out harshly at him.

"Chill, Y/N. It's not his fault.", Dahyun carefully caressed your shoulder but to her shock, you moved away and faced her instead in disbelief.

"WELL HE IS. He's the one who's holding the ball before it almost about to knock you out!", your voice became quite louder but not enough for the players, the coach and other students to be heard.

"Why are you mad, Y/N? Don't blame him okay? I didn't even-

"Then what if I didn't save it? What if there's something bad happened to you? You know how much I care for you that my worries about you will kill me slowly. When it happens, would you still be able t-", you started to express all of your concerns but Dahyun can't take it anymore so she interrupted you to shut you up instead.

" Y/N stop overthinking okay?", Dahyun said, furrowing her eyebrows. "What's wrong with you? I already forgave Hajoon because it was not really his intention to do that? Why such make it a big deal to you?", then you quickly blinked as if her words snapped you back from reality. She's making a point anyways and she's right.

"I- I'm sorry...", you said in a low tone as you gulped.

"Are you having some trouble, Y/N?", Dahyun asked you, holding your hand. You thought to yourself, why did it feel good? Yor worries just vanished in an instant."You're being like this since few days ago. Looks like you're releasing it all on Hajoon who didn't even do anything bad to you.", it made you feel bad to yourself because after all this time you were making her feel worried too like you do for her.

"I-I do."

"You can share it to me you know, unless you want to.", she sahred as she grasped your hand tightly, carefully shaking it and you were confused why is your heart beating fast. " I didn't became your bestfriend for no reason. I worry for you too the way you do the same for me. Also, I honestly don't like the way you're coping with it. You can't just make others feel horrible because you are suffering too."

"Trust me I want to Dahyun but... how can I if I couldn't even figure it out myself.", you said to her. Your look literally screams problematic right now. And what you're saying is also true. You really can't figure out what is happening to you. You didn't saw yourself being like this from your whole time before with Dahyun being as your bestfriend.

"If that so then maybe I should give you some time alone for a while to think about it, Y/N.", she leaned her beautifil face closer to you as she wrapped her arm around the back of your neck. "Don't forget to call me if you can't do it on your own okay? You know I would be willing to help especially for you.", she then gave you a pat to the back befire standing up and slowly exit the gymnasium by her own. You can't see that Dahyun was sighing and worried about you, hoping that whatever issue you're going at, you can recover from it and she will be there in time when you'll gonna need her.

" Wait, Dahyun it's just... please don't... don't leave.", you raised your arm as you positioned it like you were trying to catch Dahyun but the more she's going too far away from you, your voice becomes lower.

"What is going on with me? I don't understand.", you then grabbed both sides of your head in frustration.

You then frowned as you were left alone for you to have some time on what Dahyun suggested you to do.

You did for the rest of the day after the class, until...

(Later in the midnight)

"Hey Dahyun. You got a wide grin all over your face.", you noticed as you saw this tofu walking towards you with large grin on her face, her shining white teeth being the highlight.

"Just having a great day.", Dahyun said. She inhaled deeply, sucking the fresh air around you and her.

"Keep it. It suits you so well. You're just as beautiful as your smile.", you said, placing your hands at your pocket as you take a look first at her gorgeous smile before heading back to her appealing face.

"Hehe thanks for that Y/N.", she giggled.

"So, mind telling me why?"

"Hajoon and I are now a couple Y/N! Can you believe that?! I didn't expect to like me too!", as you were hearing what Dahyun is sharing to you, you felt your heary clenched tightly as it being formed like a ball.

You were out of yourself, stunned and it also feels like you were running out of breathe.

"O-oh... so he confessed earlier.", you gulped and sighed hard at the same time.

"Yeah! He gave me his reasons, and wow... I- I just felt like I'm the luckiest girl in the campus.", she slightly jumped in excitement, she grabbed both the edges of her lower dress.

"I-I'm glad he made you feel like that. I'm happy for you, Dahyun.", your voice cracked a little but thank God it didn't made Dahyun alerted from it. It concerned you because that doesn't sound and will not end up well, you know that.

"Thank you!!!", she offered you a fistbump which you slowly accepted it. You made it clear to yourself that this will be the only symbol of what will be your relationship to her until the future.

"DAHYUN!", both of you heard that familiat voice coming from a distance.

"H-hi.", she swayed some strands of her hair on the back of her ear. The sight of these two being close to each other while you only at their side is such a torture to you.

"Hey Y/N.", Hajoon looked at you to greet you. You just responded with a nod an a forced smile.

"Uhm so do you mind if we go out this Saturday? I know a famous restaurant for us to try. My father knows a friend who owns one.", Hajoon said, spreading her arms.

"Oh really? Sure, I can't reject it Hajoon. ", Dahyun approved at it. That gave you an immense chest pain but you just endured it just to look fine in front of her because you don't want to take her attention away from Hajoon because you accepted your fate anyways.

"Great! Then i'll be just pick you up in your home then."

"Yup. See you.", Dahyun smiled.

"See you too and..." before he said the final words, he leaned closer to Dahyun's face and kissed her in the cheek. That gave Dahyun a hug blush while you? You feel like your tears are slowly going out.

"I love you Dahyun."

"I love you too Haj-"

"AAAAAAAAARRRRGHHH HAH... HAH... HAAA...", you wake up from your dream quickly in panic. Sweat is all over your skin as you regain your senses to calm yourself first by breathing slowly.

Before you're doing that, there are words you once spoke to Dahyun that are flashing in your brain one by one as you recalled it while trying to make you understand or learn about those.

"Keep it. It suits you so well. You're just as beautiful as your smile."

"I would really want to spend my time and have fun with you instead."

"You know how much I care for you that my worries about you will kill me slowly."

You also remembered once your conversation with Dahyun while the two of you are doing a duo project in her house.

"Why won't you find other girls out there? Don't you have a plan to have a crush?"

"I have... but I ain't seeing anyone that caughts my heart."

Back to your recent memory which is the bad dream you just had...

"I love you too Haj-"

You all tried to connect it all. What you feel when Dahyun's with you, when she's with Hajoon or like even just mentioning him, the way you treat her better, how you speak fluffy to her, why you won't get attracted at someone else... everything.

After thinking deeply about all of it, you slowly widened your eyes as you finally got the answer you've been wanting to found out.

"It's her... It's all because of her.", you said in disbelief as you were grabbing your chest, feeling the heartbeat that is now only beating to the only person you finally had in your mind now on why you're being like this all the time.

Kim Dahyun.

(4 DAYS LATER)

You were standing in front of a door that belongs to another house. After you knocked 3 time on it, it opened, revealing Dahyun who is wearing a white dress and her hair is tied neatly.

She looks so damn perfect.

You really can't believe after all this time you were being dumb, the one who is just right at your side every day is the one who makes you feel in love that you once never knew.

"Hi.", she smiled. "Uhm before we go, are you really sure about this? Are you fine now?", she asked you in concern.

" I am. And I would be feel better if I'm with you through the whole time.", you flashed out the liveliest smile you ever had so far in your entire life.

"Aish you're fluttering me, Y/N.", she laughed softly. Such a music to your ears. "Cmon, i'm here and I will make sure you'll be happy.", she grabbed your hand and the joy in overflowing deep inside you right now.

This is what you've been wanting. Her being on your hands and holding it as if you have an intention of not letting her go.

"So where are we going?", you asked her confusedly. Actually she once again volunteered to pick the place where you and her will be going. Since your mind is only occupied all about her, you can't choose properly on what to suggest to her so she instead took the honors to do so.

"Find out yourself.", she smiled and you just let yourself follow her wherevee she goes.

After minutes of riding in a bicycle, the two of you stopped as Dahyun parked her bicycle in front of somewhere that is not really familiar to you.

"I haven't been in here.", you looked around everywhere. Either way, it looks expensive and quiet too. "It's private right? How can we enter here?"

"It belongs to my aunt, Y/N.", you justet out an "oh" sound. The two of you walked inside of the private area that looks like a park already which only belongs to Dahyun's aunt.

The two of you stopped when both of you approached a long path with trees lined up beside. Dahyun then thought of something which she thinks it would be fun to do.

"Hey, I wanna try something.", Dahyun turned around to face you.

"What is it?"

"Hold the camera. Do what I tell you to do okay?", she gave you the camera that is hanging around her neck.

"Alright.", then she pointed a spot where you will standing in so you followed her. Then she walked far from you, not a bit much and she stood there straight with her head bent onto the side, staring directly at you.

"Click."

"Oh.", you clicked the camera, capturing her in a photo. She then walked a few steps, still standing the same as what she just did.

"Click."

"Uhh...", you clicked. She did the same again.

"Click."

"Wait wait... I think I get what you're doing.", you laughed, shaking your head while stroking your hair. "Are you pretending as a ghost?"

"Yup.", she giggled. "Well I do look one right?", then she raised hee white dress as she turned around to make you judge her look in her outfit.

"You are because you look dead...", she stared at you.

"...deadly gorgeous.", then her face clenched as she forced to keep her amazed smile, covering it with her hand. You just laughed at the sight of her just got attacked at your cringe yet effective fluttering move to her.

"Where are you getting this?", she asked you curiously.

"If you're gonna be the ghost who's gonna scare me...", you didn't answered her question and continued to share something you just had in mind. She just listened to you instead again. "I swear I'll let you give me heart attack and take my breath away because oh well...

that's what you do me anyways.", then she closed her eyes, forcing to keep her huge giggle yet at the same time she's having butterflies in her stomach again.

"L-let's stop now and f-finish this so we can see the result.", she waved it off as she encourages you to continue what the two of you are doing. She did it because she can't take it anymore as the reddish blush can be seen all around her face now.

After you finally finished taking some shots of her, you looked at the last picture of her posing like a scary ghost but to you, all you can ever see in her is just pure cuteness.

You smiled then made a note to yourself that you will be moving this to your cellphone after so that you can have this in your gallery later.

(Minutes later)

"Hey Y/N, let's do something again."

"Oh... what is it this time?", you said, grasping the camera which is now at your possession.

"Let's do some romantic scene.", you widened your eyes. Did you heard it right? Now it made you confused what does she have in mind, but you know damn sure that you will go crazy after doing this. "You know those scenes where a guy is calling the one she loves then the woman turns her head back at him?"

"T-that? Y-yeah I know.", "Shit, prepare yourself Y/N."

"Cmon, let's do it!", she then stood just right exactly beside the edge of the bridge. "Alright in 3... 2...1...", she then walked, her back is facing you.

"Dahyun-ah!"

"Holy sh-"

"One more!", she then laughed out loud, swinging her head up and down a bit then clapped 2 times. "I think I looked stupid."

"N-no... you don't but yeah sure let's do another.", "here we go again..."

"3... 2... 1..."

"Dahyun-ah!!!"

"Hold on. God, why is she- AGH. We can do this, Y/N. Inhale... exhale..."

She then walked towards you and gave her a look at the video you recorded for the second time while she's doing the "romantic scene.".

"That looks better.", she nodded, feeling impressed which you also are. "But wait wait... let's do last one, but let's make it different.",

"Are we gonna go home alive after this?", you then asked yourself jokingly.

"What do you have in mind again?", you asked her.

"C-can I hold your hand?", you gulped hard. Wow, just her looking at you can already make you go out of your mind... NOW THIS?!

"S-sure.", you raised your arm, you offering your free hand at her while the another is holding the camera. She holds your hand, the same feeling as before is the one you're having again.

"Then you're gonna film me like I was pulling my lover to follow me while i'm running.You got me?"

"Uhh haha yeah sure."

"Alright in 3...2...1...", then the two of you slowly ran, Dahyun holding your hand as you just following her from behind. She's looking at the camera, kinda sad because you wanted her instead to look at your eyes deeply but you just took the camera as your point of view.

"She's definitely the one.", you said to yourself after you just finished doing her last request.

(1 Hour later)

You two are now taking a rest on an open ground on top of a high ground where you and Dahyun can clearly be able to see the whole city of Seoul.

You noticed that Dahyun is panting hard from her breath and her sweat is dripping from the top of her head. You touched the fabric of her dress and oh boy it is soaked.

But she still smell damn great, the aroma of lavender and her Victoria Secret perfume.

Good thing you have some towel brought with you so you took it off from your sling bag and wiped the sweat off from her.

"You're sweating. Next time calm down your energy jeez.", you said while rubbing the towel on her arm.

"Atleast I had fun.", she smiled, not looking at you as her sight is still glued at the afternoon view of Seoul. You were mesmerized at her beauty when the moonlight strikes her dazzling face. "Did you too?"

"Ofcourse I do. There's never a time that I don't feel much alive being with you, Dahyun.", then you gave Dahyun the towel to place it inside the back of her dress so you were the one assisting to fix and make it properly placed, tugging it at the top.

"I'm sorry about what happened few days ago, Y/N.", she changed the topic, making you remember what happened few days ago. " I understand that you're just being protective to me. I should've tried to create an argument with you."

" It's okay now Dahyun. I'm sorry too, also by making you wait for me to be well again.", you said, but still feeling bad at yourself for acting that way at her.

"Are you fine with your problem? Did you figured it out? Maybe you can share it to me?", she turned her body to face you, changing her seat into an indian style.

"Oh yeah I am. I've been thinking about it all night... and I waited for this day to come to tell you.", you glanced at her.

"Wow. Let me hear about it then.", she fixed her posture as she prepared herself to listen at what you're gonna share to her.

You breathe in and out heavily first before doing this. It's go time and you have to do this. "Dahyun. I was confused."

"At what?"

"At what I feel."

"From?"

"You."

"M-me?", she questioned you, pointing at herself while furrowing her eyebrows. She literally became confusing where are you heading at to your story.

You hummed as an alternate answer to yes. "I don't know why I became like this. Ever since you introduced Hajoon to me, I felt something... unique. Never I have experienced before. That... what I call, is jealousy. Anger and sadness too.", Dahyun just became interested more, so she leaned her face closer to you a bit, placing her chin on top of her knuckles as it being supported by her elbow placed at her bended knee. "But it was not just a random reason behind it that occured to me. I know there's something more, but I can't figure it out. It affected me so much.

I started to act different. Always getting spaced out, mind full of thoughts, always happy whenever you're with me... and all I wish I could just keep you from me. Even I get mesmerized already at your beauty.

And when I finally had the time to think about all of these, I had a dream. I woke up sweating, because it was bad. I saw you finally be with the one you like, and I saw myself. Broken. Hurt. Despair. Then I recalled all of what I said to you and as I connected all the dots together... I realized that all I am doing, I'm crossing the line already.

You're only a friend in my eyes and mind... but now, I realized. That you, Dahyun...", Dahyun's eyes widened, she stared at you in disbelief and in shock. She didn't expected that it will all led to this... that one day some of you will look at each other even more than what you acknowledge as what role you had at each other's eyes.

She gasped, seeing the figure of her bestfriend right now confessing all his feelings to her and his struggles to search for the meaning why is he suffering from something he never had before as a result from... you being in love with her.

"It was always you. Right from the start. It was you all along that's why my heart ain't satisfied at anybody else, because after all this time I was interested only in you.", you laughed a little, still amazed and looking hilarious at yourself being dumb and stupid to figure this all out while your tears are slowly forming in your eyes. "Trust me, I won't lie... because if I do, why would I want to say this to you tonight? That I love you, Dahyun.", and your first tear dropped from your cheeks, you bowed down your head as you sniffed.

"Y-Y/N... I- I don't know what to say. I'm more than a friend to you since then...", Dahyun said as she looked away for a while to recall everything what happened between you two during those time where you and her are alone together, just doing things like how bestfriends should be.

She didn't thought that how you tease her with your pick-up jokes already meant something else

She didn't know that she's getting fluttered at someone who is trying his best to make her feel what she's making him feel.

And to her... it was...

Effective.

And not just because of that. No. The very first thing is because how you treated her.

Thinking about how can you be able to do this so well to her already where you're just a friend to her makes her wonder what else you can do more when she... let herself... fell in love with you too.

You became her bestfriend, companion protector, happy pill and... lover.

And now she decided that... yeah...

She can be the same for you too.

"It's fine if you don't feel the same to me. I have no match with Hajoon. I just...", your lips twitched, trying to control the tears but to no avail. They just flowed out even more. "I'm sorry if I just had it all cleared up today. If I could've been early I would've do my best to get your heart instead first."

"Sshhh don't cry, Y/N.", she shushed you, holding your hand and gently caressing the top of it. "Listen to me. Hey, you stop now alright? You don't have to, okay?", she stroked your hair as she looked at the tear-stained face of the best man she ever had in her entire life.

"You don't have to because you already did.", you raised your head to look at her who is smiling proudly at you.

"Don't you realize why I won't get excited these past few days whenever I see Hajoon at the school? Or even mention his name like i'm in Cloud 9.", you just stared at her while you go back to those times exactly what she's saying about.

"The reason for all that is because I ... I also started to like you, Y/N.", your reddish wet eyes widened in shock and at the same time... happiness. That's what you've been wanting to hear from her someday and now congrats to you, you're finally getting it.

" It started when you said that you acted different since you met him. You didn't look like a friend to me anymore whenever you do that. I was liking it... so much to the point that I can't erase you in my mind and heart."

"Then it finally made it confirm that I do in love with you Y/N, and why would I choose Hajoon instead over you when I know he can't even do what you are capable to do of to me.", then she cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears away with her thumb.

Both of you are just overwhelmed with joy and happiness knowing that both of you feel the same for each other. Thinking about the only thing to make this all worth it to happen, you pulled her head onto yours which she followed, resulting in a romantic slow kiss, lips slowly dancing from each other.

Both of you released each other, and the two of you locked each other again but to a tight, warm embrace.

"I love you, Dahyun. Thank you and sorry for everything."

"Everything's fine to me, Y/N. Don't overthink anymore okay? You have me now. I won't let myself be taken away fron yours. You have my word. I love you too.", then she buried her face at the crook of your neck, taking the peaceful time with each other.

The two of you faced each other again, blushing hard at how magical just happened today.

"Wow. Kiss really feels great when it's first time.", you said and you laughed. Dahyun hummed in agreement and she just giggled after with you.

"Do you feel cold?", you noticed that Dahyun is shaking a bit from how cool the breeze of the air here on the cliff.

"A bit yeah."

"Come here, I'll warm you up.", then Dahyun went near at you as she leaned her body sideward to yours, her head placed on the top of your shoulder while you gave her again a hug, trapping her around your arms.

You kissed the top of her head which she smiled in glee as both of you continued to take a break from the trip you two just had around here in Dahyun's aunt's private park by watching the whole view of city of Seoul below.

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