#this took way too long i thought i would not upload anything until the next year

[sinningforrory]

stupid // stan uris smut

a/n: hey everyone! it's been so long since i've posted and a lot of people have been sending me requests but since my first and only fic i've uploaded on here has gained 1,000 notes i thought i'd gift you guys this fic as a thank you. i'm gonna try and upload a lot more now because i appreciate so much the love my writing gets fr thank you guys so much. hope you enjoy and as always, reblogging really helps me out so if u enjoy, pls don't hesitate!

WARNINGS: dom!stan, submissive!bratty!reader, slight choking, mention of drugs (if you squint) SMUT, majorly NSFW minors please dni, thank you!

WORD COUNT: OVER 6K

SUMMARY: Your parents best friends' son. The picture perfect grade A student of the perfect suburban family. And a cocky douchebag. You hated him. But, since you both got into the same college, Stan has been making it clear that he definitely does not hate you...

Stanley. Even his name irked you. I mean, who in their right mind births a beautiful baby boy and names him Stanley. What a stupid name. It fits him though, that’s for sure. Stupid Stan with his stupid family and his stupid friends and his stupid studying. He was just so stupid that you wanted to bash his brains in any time he so much as breathed around your presence. 

Of course, he hadn’t necessarily done anything to warrant your intense hatred towards him. He just irritated you. You were Jewish too so you’d always see each other at the Synagogue and your parents were enamoured by Stan’s stupidness. They saw it as ‘perfection’ instead though. They were always bothering you about how you should ‘aim to be more like Stan’ or ‘Stan’s parents told me he got an A in this class. So why are you getting a D?’ He drove you insane. You weren’t Stan, you weren’t stupid like Stan so why couldn’t your parents just love you for you instead of comparing you to that stupid, stupid boy.

Due to your parents being very good friends with Stan’s family, you saw each other a lot more than you’d like. And every time you were there you took every opportunity to be nasty to Stan just to wear off some steam. But that made it even worse. It wouldn’t matter if he was a dick to you too. But no. He’s NICE to you. And you know he’s doing it on purpose to get on your nerves because every time he compliments your hair and sees you glaring knives into his eyes, he does a subtle smirk to himself as if he’s fucking won this silly little game you play. He knows he’s driving you insane and he’s proud of himself for it. What a fucking douche.  

It had always been this way. Stan irritates you, you’re a bitch to Stan, Stan eats it up, Stan irritates you, blah, blah, blah. It was an endless cycle of hate. 

However, something had flipped in Stan the summer before you both left for college. Luckily enough, you’d both managed to get into the exact same ivy league as each other so you would be stuck with Stan for the next four years. When you found out you immediately wanted to bash your head into a wall repeatedly until you woke up from this absolute nightmare that was Stanley Uris. 

The news that you had both gotten into an ivy league warranted a celebratory party for the both of you. The idea from your lovely mother, of course, and at said party, Stan was acting a lot stranger than normal. So strange to the point where you were currently hiding in the bathroom with your back against the door breathing heavily as if he was chasing after you and about to knock the door down with an axe.  

It started in the garden. You wore a white summer dress with tiny yellow flowers scattered among it. Stan was looking very punchable in cream khakis and a navy polo. Unbuttoned, of course, because he could never look TOO tidy. You stood by the refreshments, sipping a virgin pina colada when Stan strutted his way over with a teasing grin on his face, ready to ruin your relaxed mood. 

‘So, I guess we’re going to college together. It seems you really can’t escape me, can you, y/n?’ He leaned against the table next to you, taking a sip from his beer. You glared up at him, already infuriated by the fact that he was leaning down with you stood up straight next to him and he was still taller than you. 

‘Oh please, Stanley, don’t pretend to be so happy about this when we both know you are just as excited about this as me.’ 

He gasped in mock surprise before laughing softly at the frown on your face, ‘Oh, come on, princess, you know you love me. I guarantee that you would miss this adorable face as soon as you knew you couldn’t see me anymore.’ 

He smiled at you gently before moving his sunglasses up to rest on his curls and taking a sip of beer. 

You moved to stand in front of him, making a move to leave the refreshments and flee to your room (or anywhere away from Stan). ‘Bite me, Uris.’ 

‘If you insist, princess.’ He smirked at you and folded his arms over his chest, his muscles straining under his polo. 

Your eyes widened slightly, shock evident on your face at his words. He had always been overly saccharine with you but he had never flirted with you so boldly. Shaking yourself out of your daze, you scoffed before walking off with your pina colada into your kitchen for some snacks. 

5 minutes later, you were still stood in front of your fridge, supposedly searching for food but instead, you found yourself staring off into space. You could not scratch that smug image of Stan out of your brain, his words engraving themselves into your memory, messing with your mind. 

Worst of all, you found yourself repeatedly wondering why you liked what he had said to you. Pulling yourself together, you closed the fridge door but immediately jumped as you saw Stan standing right where the fridge door had been resting. 

‘You look a little lost, princess, is everything okay?’ He was stood so close to you that your chests were half an inch away from touching. You gazed into his eyes for half a second before realising what you were doing and coughed before putting some distance between the two of you. 

‘Uh-uhm, I’m fine thank you, Stanley. Just couldn’t find what I was craving.’ 

He nodded his head understandingly before taking a step forward so you were nearly chest to chest once again. ‘What exactly are you craving, y/n?’ 

He hadn’t meant to sound so enticing, or maybe he had, but the way he said that with his gravelly voice and his tiny smirk made your thighs involuntarily clench together. 

‘E-erm, just some guacamole dip. My mom always hides it from me though because she knows I’ll eat it all before the other guests can have any.’ You fiddled with the hem of your dress, avoiding eye contact with the boy in front of you. What had gotten into you, why was he making your confidence dissipate so easily and why were you suddenly acting like a nervous school-girl?

Stan’s eyebrows furrowed before an evil look took over his features. He was planning something, you could tell. And you didn’t like it. 

‘Oh, you mean.. this guacamole? The one on top of the fridge? That I can reach? But you can’t?’ 

Your eyes trailed along his veiny, muscular forearm before they met his slender, mocking hand where you found it gesturing towards... of course: the dip. 

Frustration filled you head to toe as you realised that Stan, once again, had the upper hand. Your jaw ticked as your eyes finally met Stan’s cocky, patronising eyes and you had to resist the urge to make those smug, brown orbs black and blue. 

‘It seems that you have something you need to ask me, darling. Because, let’s face it, we’re not gonna have a stare-off all day in front of this fridge. So, let’s hear it: “Oh, please, Stanley. I need you to get me that dip off the top of the fridge because I was born with incompetent height and I can’t do it without you, Stanley.”’ 

You crossed your arms over your chest as you listened, painfully, to Stan mock you with such arrogance you found it hard to resist whacking him with a frying pan. However, to Stan’s surprise, before he had the chance to continue making fun of you, there was no one standing in front of him anymore. 

Where had you gone? he thought. That’s unlike you, to admit defeat so easily. Where was your usual snarky bite back, attacking him on his ‘unusually long legs’? 

But before he could get too worried, there you were. Returning into the kitchen to fight back to Stan.... with a chair. 

Wordless and emotionless, you put the chair down in front of the fridge, stood on its seat and grabbed the dip, finally retreating from the kitchen, not before throwing Stan a victorious wink before you disappeared around the corner. 

Truth be told, you had no idea how to respond to Stan’s unusual behaviour so instead of arguing back like you would normally do, your mind blanked of insults completely and you did the next best thing that you could think of: beat him at his own game. 

It was obvious that something about Stan had changed since the last time you had spoken and Stan seemed to think he was one step ahead of you. What stupid Stan didn’t know was that you were nowhere near as Stupid as him and knew that the only way to irritate him like you used to was to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

Sure, you weren’t exactly completely against the idea of flirting with Stan for fun. He was obviously a good-looking guy; you knew because he would never let you forget it. And you would never pass up the opportunity to get a hot guy flustered. 

This was how Stan wanted to play? Fine. He’d better prepare to lose. 

It had been two weeks since this little game you and Stan were playing had begun and you couldn’t hold out much longer. The tension between the two of you had sky-rocketed and even the slightest twitch of a smirk in the corner of Stan’s mouth had your panties pooling with desire. 

You had an inkling that Stan was in the same boat as you were as your lingering caresses on his arm or leg when laughing with him and his family seemed to make him blush much easier than before. 

The point of why you were doing all of this was still vaguely swimming around in the back of your mind: do not be the first to give into your temptations. Don’t sleep with Stan. 

However, with Stan so perfectly positioned behind you so your butt met his bulge as he leaned over your petite frame to reach for a glass, you had to take deep breaths to remind yourself once again: don’t sleep with Stan. 

You gulped and took a deep breath of relief once he removed himself from his position behind you to lean on the counter next to you. His gaze burned into the side of your face and you met his eyes briefly just to find him with a cocky smirk plastered on him. 

Your blood boiled (with rage or desire, you didn’t know) but you looked away without giving even the slightest of a reaction. You could never let him know how much his actions affected you. 

It was that dreaded time of the week when you go over to the Uris family’s house for dinner and after eating a delicious meal cooked by Mrs Uris you did the routine of standing in the kitchen and drinking an iced tea with Stan whilst the adults got drunk in the living room. 

Usually, you and Stan would bicker pointlessly during this time of the evening, but tonight it was completely silent between the two of you with only lingering gazes and glares thrown from one to the other. The tension could be cut with a butter knife. 

However, your torment was put on pause as, suddenly, Mrs Uris appeared at the kitchen door. ‘Hello sweeties,’ she hiccoughed slightly, clearly tipsy. ‘I know that the kitchen is very beautiful but you are welcome to go up to Stan’s room if you want. Stan certainly won’t mind a beautiful girl like you to be up in his room, y/n.’ She winked as you blushed and Stan coughed out an embarrassed ‘Mom!’. 

She then made her departure, giggling to herself softly as she went. Stan then coughed to get your attention and gestured with a jerk of his head to the direction of his room, indirectly asking if you wanted to take up his mother on her offer. You shrugged before making your way up the stairs to Stan’s room. 

Stan’s room. What a place to behold. You hadn’t been up there since you were about 12 and had to work with Stan on a class project. It had changed a lot since then. Posters of bands that Stan listened to were plastered all over the walls and clothes were scattered all over the floor, and let’s not forget to mention the faint aroma of marijuana. 

Stan manoeuvred you out of the doorway, his fingers gracing your waist ever so slightly with his bulge pressed against your lower back as he shimmied past you. 

He jumped on his bed, his arms and legs in a starfish position on either side of him, and closed his eyes with a big sigh. 

You carefully sat yourself down next to him on the bed, feeling too hesitant to lie yourself down next to him. He leaned up against the bed frame with his hands behind his head as he studied your appearance precariously as ever. 

‘Why do you hate me?’.

The question took you by surprise. It was so out of the blue and even more so out of character for Stan to be so straight-forward. You blinked delicately before shrugging your shoulders at him. 

‘Do you want the honest answer or the answer that you want to hear from me?’ You pressed, speaking so quiet that it was almost a whisper. 

He glanced swiftly over you for a second before responding, ‘Honest.’ 

It wasn’t like you weren’t expecting Stan to want that answer but the fact that you had to admit it to yourself now, let alone to Stan, was enough to make you faint from nerves. 

You looked away from Stan and fiddled with your fingers as you spoke in hushed tones. ‘I envy you. You have better grades, better looks, better charisma, better music taste, better style... a better life. You are better than me in every way. And I despise you for it.’ 

A masked look of shock ghosted over Stan’s face before it was replaced once again with a stony expression. He sat up straight so that your knees were touching and he placed a hand on the centre of your thigh. 

You looked up at him and connected with his gorgeous hazel eyes. He ran his tongue quickly over his lips before his eyes locked onto yours. ‘Now, we both know that’s not true.’

It was as if your body was moving with a mind of its own. Slowly, you were leaning in towards Stan as if you were magnetised to him and to be too far would hurt you in unimaginable ways. ‘How do you mean?’ You breathily responded, your heart pulsing rapidly.

He was so close to you now that you felt his breath against your lips. ‘Because I envy you ten times more.’ And with that closing sentence you felt his lips crash immediately into yours. 

All the tension from the last few days swarmed around you both like a storm of arousal and need. His kiss was passionate and rough as he pressed his lips into yours with so much want but his hand on your leg was gentle and sweet as he caressed your inner thigh gently with his thumb. 

The constant nagging of your brain screaming at you ‘Don’t sleep with Stan’ was shoved into the back of your mind falling to deaf ears as Stan moved his hand ever so slightly higher up your leg, falling to play with the hem of your dress as he detached his lips from yours to suck on your collarbone with the obvious attempt of planting a hickey. 

Stan skillfully moved you both up to the headboard so that he could deepen the passion of your kiss and you quickly maneuvered yourself so that you were now straddling his lap. 

His growing erection pressed into your centre as he trailed his smooth hands down to the flesh of your hips, his lips dragging down your jaw to find solace in the crook of your neck.

You felt like you were on fire, Stan’s touch was magnetic and no matter how you’d been trying to resist him, it was impossible. You were addicted to how he made you feel. 

Neediness began to bubble through your tummy and you could tell Stan was feeling the same way as his hands were digging into your hips harder than before. Then, his hands began to carefully drag your hips across his hardness, slowly at first. 

You could feel every bump of his length through his thin sweatpants and your hands moved down his toned body to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt. 

His hands began to move faster, dragging your thin panties over his hard, clothed dick. He detatched his lips from your neck when you began to let out tiny, little moans of pleasure, thankful for the little bits of stimulation Stan was feeding you. 

His eyes trailed down your body, admiring every single bump and curve: the strap of your dress falling off your shoulder, your soaking panties rubbing against him as his hands moulded perfectly with the fat of your hips. They then fell on your face, growing darker at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows, messy hair and plump, red lips from you biting down too hard on them. 

Likewise, you were admiring Stan, his sharp jawline clenching and unclenching every time you dragged yourself over his most sensitive spots, his hair uncharacteristically messy from your hands tugging on his curls. He noticed your movements speeding up and he flashed you a dangerous grin; a grin that would make even the biggest prude on the planet drop her panties to her knees. 

Acknowledging your shaky hands still fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt, he slowed the movement of your hips with his strong hands and dragged you painfully slow now, refusing to let you continue with the rapid pace you’d set before. 

“You want this off, baby?” referring to his t-shirt. You nodded shyly, hands still fiddling with the hem. 

“Want me to take it off for you? Are you too dumb to do it yourself?” He stared up at you with a patronising look on his face. You groaned annoyedly, but deep down your cunt throbbed with anticipation.

“Just take it off Stan, don’t be a dick.” You glared down at him but your glare immediately switched to a look of shock as Stan’s hands had stopped your hips moving completely now, denying you any release that you were desperately craving. 

Narrowing his eyes playfully, he tutted at your lack of control. “Now, that’s no way to ask for what we want is it, sweetheart?” The corner of his lips tugged up satisfactorily as he took in your menacing glare, but also your glossed over eyes indicating your desperation for his cock. 

‘Oh, how cute,’ Stan thought pityingly. ‘The poor, little slut’s already gone dumb and I haven’t even fucked her yet.’

You breathed through your nostrils fiercely before succumbing to the begging of your aching clit and gave Stan your best doe eyes before tugging pathetically at the hem of Stan’s crumpled shirt. ‘Please take it off Stan, I’ll do anything, please..’ You pressed down on his length for extra measure just to make sure he would give you what you needed. 

A low hum of appreciation mixed with a strangled groan of pleasure escaped Stan’s throat and he mulled it over for a few seconds with that irritating smirk plastered on his face before nodding, clearly satisfied with your begging before he lifted his slender fingers to his collar and removed his shirt - finally. 

You took a moment to appreciate the art that was Stanley Uris' abs and sighed contentedly. It seemed your hands had a mind of their own as you wasted no time in rubbing your hands up and down his beautiful torso, gliding over the valleys and hills of his defined muscles.

"Enjoying yourself there, princess?" Stan chimed, clearly cocky that you'd spent about 30 seconds just groping him absentmindedly.

Tearing your eyes away, you glanced up at Stanley's face, adorned with a shit-eating smirk, one of his hands resting behind his head, the other still gripping the fat of your hip, rubbing gentle circles into your flesh.

Slightly embarrassed but, nevertheless, growing quite needy now, you rolled your eyes.

Eyes narrowing at the evil spawn, you thought 'The ego of this man is absolutely atrocious. How dare he try and make fun of me for admiring his physique when if I decided to strip naked right now, his reaction would probably beat mine.'

And then it clicked.

Focusing back on Stanley's disgustingly smug face, you did something you'd never done for Stanley Uris in your entire life.

You gave him a real genuine smile.

The apples of your cheeks beamed down at him and your eyes sparkled lovingly at the boy who was now slightly confused and, albeit, a little bit scared.

Slowly, you leaned down over Stan so your breath tickled his nose and your lips brushed gently against his, just in time to see his cheeks tinge red and his eyes flutter closed, like a naïve teenage girl who was experiencing her first kiss.

Aw, how cute.

Finally, you pressed your lips to Stanley's, so softly Stan thought he might've been kissing a cloud, and just left them there, in a gentle peck, before sitting up again to admire the look of bliss on Stan's face.

His eyes were fluttering open again and his breathing was shallow but fast.

This was the real face of Stan; he had finally taken off his mask for you.

He was so pretty, obviously you knew that already, but you couldn't get lost in his beauty again or your plan wouldn't work.

Then, when he dazedly smiled up at you and made to pull your head down so he could kiss you again, you teasingly began to lift up the hem of your dress until it had been lifted over your head and discarded somewhere on Stan's bedroom floor.

There you sat, on Stanley's clothed, throbbing cock, in just your white silk panties, the little bow just oh so enticing, and your bare, perky breasts on display for Stanley's greedy eyes.

His lips parted ever so slightly as he not-so-discreetly took in a sharp intake of breath. His eyes roamed hungrily over your exposed chest, and you knew you had him when his needy little hands reached up to thumb your erect nipples.

Arrogantly, you smirked down at him, your sweet, loving smile erased. However, Stan failed to notice, too enamoured by your naked body, like a toddler in a candy store.

"Aw, you're like a needy, little puppy, aren't you Stanny?" Your heart beat fast as you finally dropped the sentence you'd been waiting to release since Stan's cocky demeanour had surfaced.

Stan froze as he realised what you had done and his jaw clenched automatically, clearly embarrassed that he had let you entice him just how he had you not even a few minutes ago.

Narrowed eyes were glaring into yours and your confident façade faltered slightly as you realised how deep in shit you were now.

He was gonna ruin you.

However, Stan didn't flip you over dominantly so he was on top of you, or rip your panties off in anger like you had expected him to.

Gradually, he eased himself up his headboard so his back was resting comfortably against it and so the two of you were eye-level, 'innocent' doe-eyes levelled with furious, narrowed eyes.

His hands gently gripped you hips and moved you a little further up his chest, so he could remove his sweatpants, so slow and so patient you were so confused.

He looked deadly, that's for sure. But you'd expected him to be rough with you, teach you a lesson for being so naughty. All in all, other than being clearly vexed, he was treating you like you were a china doll.

As soon as his sweatpants and boxers were discarded, he moved you back to your old spot on his lap and carefully caressed your hips, his thumbs hooking under the straps of your thong and pulling at the sides, fiddling with them gently while intently drilling into your eyes with his own.

"You wanna be in control, huh, sweetheart?" He muttered so quiet you could barely hear but so full of malice your heart immediately sped up.

You had no idea what to say. No, you didn't wanna be in control. You wanted Stan to bend and contort you into any position he wanted, you wanted him to fuck your cunt until you couldn't even form a coherent word, you wanted him to paint the canvas of your body purple, pink and black, in the form of hickeys, bruises and mascara stains.

And you knew he knew that.

You knew by the look on his face, the restraint in his jaw, the rage in his eyes that he definitely did not want that either.

So why was he doing this?

Just as your brows started to furrow in confusion, Stan's thumb had started to rub harsh but deliberate circles over your clothed clit and you let out a gasp.

He tilted his head to the side slightly, furrowing his brows in faux confusion. "Is that... not what you want, baby? You see, I'm just a needy little puppy, right?" He spat at you, evidently fuming but clearly enjoying seeing you in such a state.

You shook your head and dropped your it onto Stan's shoulder, moaning softly as he used one hand to hook your panties to the side while the other found your soaking wet hole and gently inserted two very long fingers.

But, immediately he removed them.

Your head shot up in irritation but you relaxed and hummed contentedly as you realised that Stan was finally lining himself up with your entrance.

You lifted yourself up slightly to make room for his 'oh my god that's scarily big why am i only just noticing this' cock, fluttered your eyelashes closed, and waited for the stretch of him pushing up into you... but it never came.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Stan's eyes, still level with yours, looking bored and his hands, once again, behind his head, biceps flexed and causing a big distraction for you.

He looked at you pointedly, but, realising you still didn't get it, rolled his eyes and motioned for you to sit on his cock.

At this point, you would've jumped off a cliff if Stan asked you to if it meant he would grant you some form of release, so you carefully began to lower yourself down onto his tree-trunk of a dick, the stretch of it stinging slightly but the depth of it stimulating you in all the right ways.

You let out a guttural moan as you sat on the base, his cock bottomed out inside of you. You gripped Stan's toned shoulders with force and wiggled about slightly, trying to adjust to this new, amazing feeling and, as you wiggled, you noticed a slight tremor in his mask as his jaw clenched and his eyebrows briefly furrowed in pleasure.

But, as quickly as it faltered, it reappeared and Stan's stoic, unimpressed gaze fell on you once again.

"Well?" He rasped, as if what he wanted was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're in control, right, babe? I'm not moving a muscle."

You knew immediately that he was not kidding, so you bottled up the impatience you had for this stupid, stubborn man and put your game face on.

You could get off without help from Stan, of course you could. You didn't need his touch when you could do a perfectly good job with your hips and your hands.

'Fine.' You thought, glaring at Stan with pure hatred in your eyes. 'Suit yourself.'

So you began to move up and down on Stanley's cock, feeling every vein and twitch as you dragged your walls all over his length, coating it in your slick.

You gripped Stan's flexed biceps, his arms unmoving from behind his head as his eyes flickered between watching your face slowly morph into a dreamy, fucked-out expression, soft, pretty moans escaping from your parted lips every time the tip of his cock would prod at your g-spot, and watching your glistening, stretched out cunt swallow up his length, each time producing more and more slick so every time you slammed back down on his base, you could hear a squelching noise.

The only sign Stan was giving away of him holding any emotion was the twitch of his jaw and brow growing more frequent as the speed of your bounces grew quicker and harsher.

Soon, your bounces grew erratic as you craved your release, the only noises in his room being your desperate whimpers of pleasure, the sound of your wetness, and skin slapping on skin, along with the occasional grunt of approval from Stan.

However, you started to grow tired and out of breath as it had been nearly 5 minutes of you bouncing up and down on Stan's length, with no help from him and your determination to beat Stan at his own game was overwhelmed by your desperation to cum, and you knew you had to admit defeat because you were never gonna cum if you carried on like this.

Reluctantly, you sank down onto Stan and stilled with him deep inside you as you breathed heavily and whimpered with the desperation to cum deep in your tummy, your clit throbbing, begging for release.

Stan's furrowed face quickly changed to that of faux sympathy as he moved his hands to rest on your waist, rubbing gentle circles into the skin. "Oh baby, are you tired? Do you need my help?" He asked, patronising you just a little bit further by stretching out 'need' just to annoy you.

You had no time to be annoyed, however, because you could feel your release creeping just that little bit further away from the loss of stimulation, so you nodded your head frantically, practically begging Stanley to help you with your pathetic little doe eyes, glossy and desperate.

"Please, Stanny, please I need it, I need you, just please make me cum." You whined, your lips ghosting his ear, and gently kissing his cheek just for good measure.

That was all Stan needed to hear as he grabbed your neck, squeezing gently as he brought your face back to his and kissed you harshly, bruising your lips with his teeth as he dragged your lip with him, pulling away, and then releasing it.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it!" He smiled gently at you, pecking your plump, red lips and squeezing your neck in approval, before he moved his hands back to your waist, his grip turning nasty and he lifted you up right to his tip, then plunging his hips upwards into yours.

You choked on your moan from the sheer force of his thrust but soon gained your voice back as he continued his rough, rapid thrusting up into your eager pussy, practically dripping, begging for a long overdue orgasm.

You collapsed your tired aching body on top of Stan, your head buried in his neck, muffling your high-pitched moans from the ears of your drunk parents downstairs.

Stan moved his hands down to your ass and gripped the flesh harshly and his thrusts were slamming repeatedly into a spot that made you clench fiercely down on him and shriek with overwhelming pleasure.

Stan groaned into your ear as you continually clenched around him, whispering filthy praises into your ear making your legs tremble and your stomach flip as your impending orgasm was getting closer and closer.

"Can you hear yourself, princess? Can you hear the noises your pretty pussy is making?" The squelching of your wetness was embarrassing to say the least and you could feel Stan smirking without even having to look at him.

As he kept hitting that same spot, you could feel yourself so close to the edge as your legs trembled and your moans grew louder and higher.

"I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, Stanny." You managed to babble out through your whimpers as you felt that overwhelming rush of pleasure build up deep inside you.

Stan lifted your head up and grabbed it with both of his hands whilst still thrusting repeatedly in and out of your sopping cunt, forcing you to look into his eyes.

He had a look of pure concentration adorning his face, brows furrowed, jaw clenched and hair messy, letting out little breathy moans of his own every now and then.

"That's it princess, I wanna see that pretty face when you come all over my cock." And the coil snapped.

You let out a scream of pleasure as your entire body jolted, your orgasm washing over you, your toes clenching and your pussy spasming around Stan's length.

You collapsed onto Stan once again, letting out tiny moans, clearly exhausted from the intensity of the orgasm Stanley had given you, and the spasming of your cunt had clearly not been lost on him as his relentless thrusting had begun to grow sloppy.

Stan was moaning quite loudly in your ear now, a death-grip on your ass cheeks as he fucked up into you, chasing his own high.

You knew he needed a little push so you sat up slightly so you could whisper in his ear breathy and raspy like someone who was recovering from one of the best orgasms they'd ever had in their life, "I want you to come inside me."

The words that make every man orgasm on the spot did not lose their effect on Stan as he let out a loud groan of ecstasy and his thrusts slowed until they came to a stop, clearly having done what you asked.

He dropped his forehead to yours and grabbed your hands, fiddling with them as you both caught your breath.

Holy shit.

You didn't know what to do as you both just lay there gathering your thoughts, attempting to comprehend what just happened.

However, you knew you couldn't stay in this post-orgasmic bubble forever so you gently lifted yourself off of Stan's softening dick and got up to look for your dress.

You were halted, however by a hand closing around your wrist.

Turning around, Stan was lazily grinning up at you with a look of victory on his face as he was dragging you to lie back down on the bed with him and you couldn't help but smile back at him, full of a mysterious feeling for the boy who was just so beautiful.

How could you say no?

Climbing back into bed with him, you both turned to face each other, him still grinning at you, and you studying each and every freckle and blemish on his skin, realising that you loved each and every one of them.

You loved them.

Oh my god.

You loved Stan.

Suddenly, you burst out laughing and Stan jumped slightly before a grin erupted back onto his face as he asked what was so funny.

You managed to get through your laughter, barely, the words that you never thought you'd say in your life. "I- I'm in love - with - with you." Before you immediately started giggling again uncontrollably.

Stan joined in on your laughter, his shoulders moving up and down from the force of his laughs as he breathed out "I'm in love with you too."

You both laid there giggling uncontrollably like a pair of middle schoolers, laughing at your own stupidity.

Once the laughter died down you smiled up at Stan and nuzzled yourself into his chest, planting a few soft kisses there as he pulled you in closer and buried his nose into your hair.

You were drawing shapes on his arms, daydreaming in the comfortable silence when you heard Stan mutter into your hair something inaudible.

You sat up gently looking at him quizzically for a second until you noticed the look of pure adoration on his face that was directed to you before he said gravelly and clearly exhausted, "I hate you so much." before he buries his face into your neck and peppered you with kisses.

You giggled and whispered, "I love you too, stupid."

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[scarlettsandmaroons]

midnights like this | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter three | chapter four: he is sunshine

chapter summary: your mother was crazy. and when the realization of something you long denied, defended even, hit you, your first instinct was to leave, and drink until midnight. it didn't occur to you that you might run into the woman who took a share in making your life miserable.

warnings: a more dig into the evident mommy issues; a fight with your terrible mother, curse words, kind of long, unedited.

a/n: here's the long awaited update. i don't think it's as good as expected for a chapter that took too long to be uploaded, but I PROMISE YOU IT GETS BETTER. anyways, i'm sorry it took so long! christmas break is right around the corner, and i had to get so much done.

your mother once slapped you so hard your vision went black for 5 seconds. that was over the peanut butter she had you look for but couldn't find. she got so mad at you, she hit you. you were five that time. 

growing up, you always tried to find a way to hold some grudge against your mother. one would say it's easy. she hits you everyday; every chance she gets, and you would be stuck with the bruises she left you for the next day until she gives you new ones. 

she yells at you, always. never had she not yelled at you for anything. she brought home weird guys who you'd often catch her have sex with in the kitchen. she embarrasses you. she once flashed your neighbors in anger as if her boobs would prove a point.

she manipulated you. gaslighted you into doing everything for her. from picking up her drugs from her dealer, to dropping it off to her boyfriend's house. 

you were a kid. that was your life everyday from when you learned how to walk, until you met billy in fourth grade. 

you can't really hate your mother though. she was an addict. she's a drunk. for a while, you two lived in her van which she filled of off with weed and beer. she hurt you in every way that a mother can possibly a child. she was terrible. and you hate her for that. but sometimes, there's a thought that tugs at the back of your mind, a feeling that you're being illogical. that you're being unfair. she was an addict. she needed help. why would i hate someone who needed help?

but you needed help too. away from her. but you can't. you're stuck with her. who would possibly look after her. 

you promised yourself you'd do good in school. she hurt you everytime you don't. so you can get out of there and be on your own. you knew she'd hurt you if she saw your grades. 

you were holding your report card in your hand, and mrs. romanoff did fail you. until you saw it, you held onto that small ounce of hope that she's only doing everything to scare you, to humiliate you. you hoped she wouldn't follow through. you prayed your friend's little outburst at least defended how dedicated you are; how much of a good student you are. 

of course, to pray that she was like those professor in movies who beat you to shape by humiliating you, but reaches an arc where becomes proud of you for whatever kind of declamatory speech you give them, might be a little too much. it should be enough that you're still here a week later. not suspended, not expelled, still here.

but it never hurts to hope. 

well, it does—when you hope a little too much. the disappointment hurts. when you dream a little too high, and suddenly, you come crashing down, it hurts. 

"at least she's your only failing grade," billy's eyes stayed on the paper you gave him which your professor took the liberty of laminating. you have this theory that she only did that to emphasize—to immortalize the only two failing grades you have, both from her, among your otherwise "straight a student" grades. but that just made you all the more disappointed which is a feeling you share with billy. 

neither of you were disappointed of you, of your performance. your sleepless nights, and your caffeine-induced body did not deserve a below 50% grade. you were disappointed of how little to none your efforts did in persuading mrs. romanoff. of course, you didn't persuade her. you basically yelled at her. but still, if she had only let you leave when you asked her to, you wouldn't have resorted to barging in her office and invading her space by accusing her. but you were even more disappointed of how little your efforts in her class weighed in on your grade.

"i mean, she is a terrible professor," she's not. she is terribly good. "that's a lie. she's just a bad person." 

billy groaned frustratingly. "she's not though!" he insisted. "she is a good person." 

billy always came to defend mrs. romanoff. despite having barged into her office, pointing fingers at her, and calling her biased, he never lets you think she is a bad person. he defended her. and maybe that's why you have this small hope within you that maybe, just maybe; she's kind. she's nice. and from what you've heard, she is. from what he told you, the little boy who was "auntie nat's little bill", she is nice. just not to her students. and especially, not to you. 

the both of you continued walking even as he dropped his hands to his sides. "if she were, she wouldn't give a student whose life almost revolves around her subject, a failing grade," you argue. "not even just a failing grade. the failing grade." 

"she is a good person. i grew up with her. she was auntie nat. and eventually—" 

"maybe she doesn't have a family," you theorized. you said it as if it were some massive discovery, which if you turn out to be right, might just be one. if she turns out to be a sad lonely woman then it might explain why she's been so hard on her students. on you. 

"she does!" 

"i just don't understand why she's targeting me—why she seems to be targeting me," you sighed out in deep frustration. "what is it with me. why me?" 

you've been walking around campus for a while. that's always been your bonding with billy. you two like to walk, to tire yourselves. it's always better than spending money for the same purpose: to hang out. 

and then you dropped everything, even billy. "mrs. maximoff?!" you were sure your scream echoed through the hallway of the left wing and into the offices of your professors as all regard for absolutely anything was washed away by the sight of a brown-haired woman who was striking through the hallway as if she owned the place. you ran to her, and she was quick to open her arms wide to welcomed you into a hug. you were much excited to see her than her own son. 

your nose nuzzled through the crook of her neck. you inhaled her, you took her in and her motherly warmth. how you've missed her. she was your second mother. she was your mother. being with her, seeing her, hugging her filled the gap in your heart. the void left by your own mother. 

mrs. maximoff wrapped you in a tight hug. "y/n, oh how you've grown!" she says, pulling you away by the shoulders so she can let the image of you sink in. and then she pulled you in her arms again, "i missed you so much." 

your heart screamed of so much joy while your arm clung to billy's mother. you toured the university, gone through every hallway, every crevice. and while billy walked almost dreadfully slow behind the two of you, the most special women in his life walked gleefully in front of him as they shared laughter and stories. 

"will you be going back to your revenge hair though?" you asked. "oh!!! i would love to see it. please go back to your revenger hair." 

"i might when i get divorced again." 

she laughed and continued on your conversation. she invited you out for lunch, and then for a stroll down the park, and after your second class with mrs. romanoff, you find her waiting for you outside with a smile on her face. 

it almost made you cry, how appreciative she was of you. she was more of a mother to you that day than your mother ever was. you spent the entire day together, at some point losing billy but not entirely caring. she continued on listening to your stories, encouraging you to go on. 

she knows your situation with your mother. for almost the entirety of your childhood, you stayed in the maximoff household because yours was too dysfunctional for a kid. she took you in until your mother broke up with her boyfriend and demand that you return. 

you hadn't seen mrs. maximoff until now. 

"what if you stay with us tonight?" 

your day with mrs. maximoff ended when you had reached the gate. she held you by the shoulders and looked at you with hopeful eyes. "i don't want our day to end. if it were up to me, i'll keep you forever!" she says. 

you laugh at her, forcing your arms to tangle against hers so you too can hold her by the shoulders. 

"what weird mother-daughter ritual is my mother forcing on you now?" you ignored billy's comment as he approched you. 

"i'll ask my mother." you say. neither you or mrs. maximoff acknowledged billy who was almost forcing himself to be seen.

"i'll prepare the guest room." 

"hello, yoo-hoo. am i invisible or something?" billy waves a hand in between the both of you, to which his mother only scoffs at annoyed.

"oh shut up, billy." mrs. maximoff says playfully.

billy frowned as he dropped his shoulders and slouched. "but i thought you came here for me!" 

"sure. anyways," his mother looked back at you. you were sure going to tease him about how you'd always been the favorite child later. "i'll make your favorite!" 

you laughed. "i think the last meal you remember to be my favorite was cotton candy with pop rocks." 

"true." she clings her arms with yours again. closing the gap between you, and the space to which billy can squeeze in. "but i hear a lot about you, so you should trust me." 

you looked at billy behind you and flashed him a playful glare. "what have you been telling mrs. maximoff!" 

"mama, dear. call me mama." 

you melted. 

your mother never lets you call her mom. at first, not in public. and eventually, not even when you two are alone. so to say you had a bad mother, was an understatement. you didn't have a mother at all. 

and somehow, for the first time since you left billy's house, you feel like you did.

"mom!" 

your loud angry call echoed around the walls of your two-floored house. but somehow, the squelching sound of your mother eating out the face of some man against the wall of the staircase was louder. 

you could feel yourself shrinking. not only was your house a terrible mess, your 40 year old, alcohol-reeked, duster wearing, mother was also grinding her every bit to the man who seems so closely your age. 

clothes scatter on the floor. dirty plates, peeking from the arc of your living room where it's stacked near the couch. nothing is where it should be. there were shoes everywhere; trash on the floors. 

you spent your whole teenage years living in this dump. at some point, you stopped caring. but mrs. maximoff...

her house had always been so cozy. so neat. it was never messy. she made sure that it was clean, and tidy, but never so much that it looks like a showroom. she made sure it felt like a home, that it felt like people lived in it. she had each member of the family incorporated in her house, from using her children's kindergarten artwork as decoration, to using their favorite colors as the scheme for her home. 

it always smelled like roses, and tuberose, and fancy hotel bathrooms in her house. everything is where it should be. and they're a functional family. mrs. maximoff, although going through a rough patch with her husband, had always been so loving, so kind. she is a good mother. 

nothing about billy's family is similar to yours. not that you had a family in the first place but god did you wish you did. 

"god, mom! stop!" you scream again. your head shaking from the sheer force of your voice. 

you felt mrs. maximoff's hand on your shoulder. for a moment, you weren't sure if she was taking pity. seeing the state you'd lived in for years, does she feel sorry for you? 

if she did, you'd hate her. 

"y/n, dear. i'll talk to your mother." she whispered softly. "go upstairs."

"oh perfect, sweetie, you're here. meet my new boyfriend." your mother said with pride as she moved away from the boy so slowly as if basking in the feeling of getting caught. 

"janet, please," mrs. maximoff pleaded. 

"wanda, sweetheart, are you here to take my daughter again?" your mother slowly walked down the stairs, her hand waving in the air until her fist slammed against the wall, "because no!" she yelled. her eyes dark, and angry. and then she laughed again. like a maniac, a psychopath. 

her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were deeply hollowed from drugs. the way she looks now would have never lead you to believe that she was once a scientist two decades ago.

her last study was of quantum physics. she and her husband, hank pym, got so far into the study that they, at some point discovered a way into the quantum realm. 

that was around the time her first daughter was born. hope van dyne. after the discovery of the quantum realm, your mother wanted to go into it. to further their research. to go inside it. the obsession she had over the study, her life long work, made her a negligent mother and wife. 

hank left her with hope. with a note, of all less. and he took everything. 

she told you that when you were five and she got so high she couldn't make it passed the porch so you laid down with her. suddenly, all of it made sense. it shouldn't to a five year old, but it did to you. she wasn't crazy. not a scientist turned crazy. but a woman who lost her family. 

"mom..." you called out. 

"don't!," she yelled, taking you aback to which mrs. maximoff quickly pulled you behind her. "call me mom!" she breathes out. and suddenly, with a calm and composed demeanor, like a switch inside her flipped, she smiles, "call me janet, dear."

she continued to advance towards you. very slowly, it scared you. "janet, you're not well—"

she slapped mrs. maximoff. 

it was so loud, so hard, it echoed around the whole house. it rung in your ear, and you felt it in your chest. 

at that moment, you understood why hank left her. why he pursued the study on his own. why her kid never called her. she was crazy. that's why her family left her. 

you couldn't for years because you felt sorry for her. for the way she lost everything. but now you see how she deserves it. 

you had to leave.

at least, tonight. 

so you did. you pulled away from mrs. maximoff's grasp and took a cab to the farthest pub you can afford to pay him to take you to. 

you weren't sure if you were allowed to be served a drink. but when the bartender saw your teary eyes, and your severely worn out state, he didn't question anything. instead, he served you a drink you didn't really asked for, and continued to until midnight, when you had a couple and could barely stay on the stool without almost falling off. 

the bartender had to hold you by the shoulders on multiple occasion to make sure you didn't fall down. yet, you continued drinking until your mind was so fuzzy, you couldn't even hold yourself up so you had to lay your head on the counter. 

you raised a finger, and in quite a declarative tone, said, "another on—" 

but you were cut off. "that's enough for her, thank you." the woman says with nonchalance. "i'll pay. do you take card?"

you recognized that voice. though, your very blurry vision and barely opened eyes only allowed your sight a view of the woman's waist and the line between her red top and her skirt, you knew who that was. 

"mrs. romanoff!" you said with what your intoxicated brain made it seem to be such a great discovery. "what are you doing here?" 

"you're too young to drink, aren't you?" she says, placing something inside her clutch, while you force yourself to sit up. "on a school night too."

"why do you care?" you say, looking up.

"i don't." 

she was standing beside you, towering over you. despite the blurriness, you can still see her eyes as clearly as ever. she had these deep set of green eyes that you'd never ever want to look away from. the kind that pulls you in. she pulls you in. even when she's scary. even when she humiliates you. somehow, she's still so... beautiful.

how can such a beautiful person be so mean.

"why do you hate me so much?"  you ask. 

"i don't hate you."

"why are you targeting me? i might not be excelling in your subject, but i'm better than others. i don't see anyone else receiving a failing grade, so why are you targeting me?" you were practically yelling at her, exactly the way that billy did. you wanted to tell her how shitty your life was. you wanted to give her a rundown of everything that happened to you. you wanted to tell her that your life was already shit, to ask her why she has to make it worse. why were you given a life like that? a professor like her? why you?  "why me?"

"because you make it so easy,"  she says casually.

you sighed, looking away and slouching against the marble counter. "that's just mean." you say."you're mean." 

"what do you want me to do about it?" 

"i want you to be nice."

"how."

there was a pause. you might be pushing it. but you were drunk. you had a shitty day. you don't care if you even get kicked of the school. your life was already shit, it would only be shittier, and when you grow up from a life like that, you stop even hoping for anything to get better.

"billy tells me your nice in your house. outside of school. do that to me..." 

"do what to you?"

"say hi to me. greet me. cook me eggs. stroke my hair, love me." you looked back at her with pleading eyes. you didn't know what you were asking for, only that you so desperately wanted her respect, even her validation; to be seen, and treated like a human being she actually acknowledged, that you were begging her to do just that. "treat me as if you live with me. find it in your heart to love me. so it will be easier for you to be nice to me." 

"you want me to be nice to you that much?" 

she continued looking down at you. she didn't sit down. she just looked at you, her body merely a few inches away from you that you'd gotten more drunk on her scent than you did on alcohol. 

"yes." 

she smelled like rose water, vanilla, and cherries. she smelled so good. you wanted to get drunk on her forever.

"okay."

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[slvtforyumi]

“make me” <re upload>

softwilly (nick) x reader smut,,

i’ve changed and added a lot of different things to this,,

warnings - smut,, swearing,, use of pet names,, dom nick,, sub/ bratty reader,, lower case intended.

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it was around 4 in the afternoon and everyone in the house had gone out except for you and tanner, he was downstairs finding something to watch on the tv whilst you were upstairs scrolling through things on your phone, your boyfriend nick had already been gone with the other guys for about 2 hours and in your opinion that was way to long, you missed him so much already and had a slightly stupid idea to get him to come home a little earlier than he was supposed to, you knew it was a bad idea and you were bound to get yourself into trouble by doing it, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

you had decided to chance out of your sweats and basic hoodie into something a little more revealing, you picked out a pair of shorts that barely covered your ass and a small skimpy t shirt that has little spaghetti straps, now the intention wasn’t to ruin your relationship with nick or to hurt him in anyway but to make him realise how much you had missed him and how he shouldn’t be gone for so long without you.

you walked down the stairs feeling a little hesitant and nervous to do this but you continued to walk towards the couch that tanner was sitting on “hey tanner!!” you said taking a seat right next to him, he’d noticed what you were wearing and lightly chuckled “what’s up with this outfit then hm y/n?” he asked and you noticed him scanning you up and down, “oh sorry i was just getting comfy, you don’t mind do you?” you let out alongside a nervous laugh hoping that he didn’t notice your plan “oh uh- n-no not at all” he replied his cheeks flushing a little red, you had decided to take it a little further with him now pushing his buttons and swung your legs on top of his, tanner had looked down to see what you had done and started to smirk a little bit covered him up by putting one of his hands over his mouth and then placed his free hand on top of your leg stroking up and down causing your cheeks to grow bright red.

you realised that your plan was stupid but didn’t realise tanner would be even stupider to go along with it, this was now your chance, you pulled out your phone from beside you and opened you camera to snap a picture of your legs on top of tanners with his hands inching up your thigh, and then send it to nick with the caption ‘we miss you so much :)’, a wave of regret and nervousness took over you but also couldn’t help get excited at the thought of your boyfriend getting jealous of someone else.

you hadn’t been intentionally bratty with your boyfriend recently but it sort of just happened, small things like talking back to him, ignoring him, being cheeky or breaking rules that he had put in place for you, but you knew he wouldn’t do anything about it tho, he was very dominant in bed but he wasn’t a hard don he was quite soft with you, so you know that he won’t do anything too bad.

you both had been in that same position for a good half an hour now and you had completely forgotten about texting nick a picture of you and tanner together, you were both so relaxed until you heard the front door slam open and a group of people laughing and chatting away, tanner suddenly jumped from his seat on the couch and threw your legs off of his and walked over to the rest of the guys, you decided not to move and to just wait for your boyfriend to come over and greet you instead but when he just walked right past you, ignoring you, it was a little confusing you knew hadn’t gone to far with the pictures he knew it was just a harmless little joke, so you got up and began to walk towards nick who was unpacking all of the stuff he had bought when he went out, “hey babe” you greeted him with a smile, he didn’t answer, “nick?” you questioned him in which he grabbed your wrist and whispered in your ear “i’ll deal with you later, go wait in our room for me.” and gave you a small push backwards, this was super confusing for you and a little upsetting as he’d never been this rude to you before, so you took yourself to your shared room to wait for him, which was going to feel like forever.

it was about half an hour later and you were just aimlessly scrolling through your phone until the bedroom door swung opened and slammed behind a really pissed off nick who started to walk towards you, when he then got to you, you tried to speak but before you could say anything he grabbed you by your throat and pulled up up to him so you could face him “what the fuck do you think you’re playing at y/n? hm?” he yelled out while staring right into your eyes, “i don’t know what you mean?” you replied trying to avoid eye contact with the taller man in front of you but nick grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him “don’t play dumb with me, i’ve noticed what you’ve been doing the past couple days, acting all fucking bratty, dressing like a slut, but this is too fucking far” he said raising his voice, you tried to move your face to avoid his gaze but his grip was too strong so you couldn’t do it, “now get on your knees” he said his voice full of anger and jealousy, he’d never done anything like this before, never been this dominant, you wanted to get on your knees so bad but you couldn’t give in to him and you knew it wouldn’t be any fun if you just gave in, “make me” you replied to him making nick’s eyes fill with rage.

nick grabbed your shoulders and pushed you into the floor “you wanna act like a fucking slut hm? then you’re gonna get treated like one” he said while he started to pull his shorts and boxers down letting his dick spring free, nick was really big, honestly way to pick for you to take all the way “now suck” he demanded, you started by giving nick little kitten licks on the tip earning a moan from him in response “don’t be a fucking tease” nick said and began to force your head all the way down his dick making you gag in response in which he then grabbed a fistful of your hair to keep guiding you on what to do, grunts and moans escaped his mouth and his head fell back as his hands slow down on pushing your head and he pulls your head off of his cock and forcing you to stand up, “get on the bed” he demands making you willingly follow his orders, as you get on the bed and begin to take off your t shirt leaving your top half exposed, nick begins to spread your legs open and starts to kiss up your thighs, small moans now escape your lips as you start to grab onto locks of nicks brown hair, he then makes his way up your body, kissing and sucking on each part of you that he can making sure to mark you as his property, he reaches your face and and says “turn around and bend over” you did contemplate doing it for a second but it would be no fun to play by the rules “no” you reply to him causing nick to get even angrier as he grabs you and and bends you over ripping your shorts and thong off of you “you wanna keep acting like a fucking whore, then remember your gonna get treated like one” he whispers in your ear as he begins to align himself with your now dripping cunt, he didn’t give you any time to prepare or adjust to his size before ramming into you “n-nick f-fuck ple-please slow down..” you begged your boyfriend “you wanted to be a whore-uh fuck- then th-that’s what you’re gonna get treated l-like” he let out in between thrusts, you then realised that this wasn’t a fun game to play anymore, this was a punishment, he kept pounding into you fast and rough only caring about reaching his high, the mixture of both of your moans and skin slapping filled the room and you were already fucked out and ready to cum “n-nick pl-please im so close” you cried out to your boyfriend who was now pulling on your hair and just as you were about to finish nick was quick to pull out making a whine escape your lips in response to the lack of contact “whores don’t get to finish” he said in your ear, this soon went on for a good 4-5 rounds making your body feel limp and weak from not being able to finish, by the 6th and final round you were nothing but a doll to nick you began to sob and beg him to let you finish “say your a slut for flirting with tanner- and call me- call me by my name you slut” he demanded, you were so fucked out and desperate to cum you just had to give him what he wanted “d-daddy im sorry- i’m a s-slut” you cried out as he started to pound into you faster “that’s right slut, leg go for daddy” he replied his thrusts slowing down and becoming more sloppy, your legs started to shake and became limp, you both reached your climax and started to come down from the high, nick turned you around and kissed you gently on the lips and pressed his forehead against your own and whispered a sweet “i love you” into your ear and gave you another kiss before going to get something to clean the both of you up.

after he had cleaned the both of you up he pulled you into his arms and and began to caress your back gently “promise me you won’t do that ever again, promise me you won’t be a brat again” he said to you while you both made eye contact “i promise” you replied giving him a soft smile, when the both of you knew that you were going to be in this exact same position next week.

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[i9messi]

Fake dating — Carlos Sainz Jr

You and Carlos are friends but you need his help to get away from your creepy ex, so you have the greatest idea of pretending to be a real couple.

Word count — 1,3k

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You looked at your best friend, while you kept your cell phone in the pocket of your jeans. You had to turn off your phone, because your ex kept bothering you after telling him several times that you didn’t want to know anything more about him. You had a nice relationship in the past, until everything just went too toxic and you decided to step aside.

A month later, it was like your ex didn’t get the message to stay away. He kept calling you, telling you he wanted to be your boyfriend again. You had already told Carlos, your best friend, about what was going on and he must have noticed the drastic change in your mood, because he came as soon as he saw you grimace.

"It’s him again, isn’t it?"

"I no longer know how to make him understand that I don't want anything with him."

"Maybe I should talk to him, so he'll stop creeping over you."

Carlos had always been overprotective to you, from the moment you first started dating your ex, Carlos didn’t like him. When you finally stopped dating, your friend had told you how much he disliked that guy.

"I really appreciate it, but I’m an adult and I don’t need my best friend to defend me forever."

You had been so distracted that you didn’t notice the way Carlos looked down on hearing the word best friend. Long ago the driver’s feelings had changed, he didn’t want you as a best friend, he loved you more than as a friend. However, he had decided to shut up, wait until those feelings disappeared, or else he would fill himself with courage to tell you.

"I have an idea," you said suddenly, looking much happier than minutes before. "Listen, I know it’s gonna sound crazy and you might not want to, but listen until I’m done talking. I thought that maybe, just maybe, we can pretend to be a couple."

"What?" Carlos' face changed completely, he was stunned.

"Fake dating, just pretend to be my boyfriend. I need my asshole ex to give up and think I’m already with someone else, plus you hate him too, truce?"

"Why me? I mean, you could ask anyone to fake-date you, so why me?"

You kindly smiled at him, "Because I trust you. You’re the only man in my life, besides."

"Stop, you’re gonna make me blush." he joked, but internally he liked the idea that he was the only man in your life. Carlos wanted to be in many more ways than he already was, he wanted to be your real boyfriend and not a fake one just because you thought it was your only option.

"If we do this, we need rules." Carlos pointed out, getting serious and taking responsibility for what you were going to do.

"Rules? For dating? Seriously?"

"If you want me, you need to say yes."

You narrowed your eyes to your friend and ended up accepting. What was the worst thing that could happen?

"Okay, I’ll listen."

After your best friend made a whole speech of the things he agreed to do with you, you took out your phone and started planning the next steps in your fake relationship. You held your hand with Carlos' and took a picture and uploaded it to Instagram, where your ex was probably going to see it. The Spaniard looked intently as his hands were held and his heart beat got faster. He was so in love with you, his cheeks turned red. Carlos doubted his own response to your displays of affection, everything was too real and had to be mentally reminded that it was not. You were just pretending.

"Carlos?"

"Mmmm, what?"

He finally reacted, you’d been calling him for the last two minutes and he’d been distracted.

"I was talking with you, what’s wrong?"

"Nada, nothing at all."

His hands were still together and it was comfortable. Friends held hands all the time, right? So why did you feel different holding Carlos' hand? Your cheeks were a little flushed and your heart was pounding like you were on a roller coaster.

"Okay, if this is awkward for you, tell me." you let him know, trying to make you both feel comfortable with the fake-dating thing.

"It’s not awkward, it’s okay, amor."

"Amor?" You repeated.

"Yes, amor. If I'm gonna be your fake boyfriend, I will call you amor."

"Fine, I'll call you babe."

"Don't call me babe."

"Why?"

"I don't know, it sounds… real."

"It should sound real."

"Fine."

Without realizing it or not, you held Carlos' hand for much longer than was necessary.

Your ex had seen the Instagram story you posted and as a result, he had been less insistent about the idea of you getting back together. The fake relationship had been forgotten for the rest of the week, until the weekend, when you decided to party and abruptly you met face to face with your ex. Technically speaking, you were a few feet away, but his eyes met you and you remembered that you and your best friend were supposedly dating. Good thing Carlos was standing just next to you.

"Carlos, hold my hand."

"Why? Absolutely not."

"My ex is here! He’ll think something is wrong if you don’t."

Finally Carlos realized what you were saying and without hesitation, he held your hand. Besides holding your hand, he left a kiss on the cheek. Her lips settled on your skin for a few seconds, a gentle caress caused all your skin to bristle. His mouth went away from your cheek and you shared a look full of questions and a forbidden tension. There was something there. A spark that resurfaced every time Carlos touched your skin, every time you shared an intimate moment. It wasn’t hard to pretend when you actually enjoyed what you were doing.

You were so stunned by what happened, you didn’t notice your ex coming. You heard his voice greeting you and you looked away from the driver, your best friend kept watching you, even though your focus had changed.

"So, you guys are a thing now?"

"Hi." You waved, regaining speech.

"Yes, we are a couple." Carlos responded bluntly, still holding your hand and looking with a grumpy face at your ex.

"Unbelievable. I thought you were just friends."

"We used to."

"Good for you." He looked at you for a moment, until he said goodbye to you and walked away. However, he was still around and gave you creepy looks at what you were doing.

"Do you think he believed it?" Carlos asked in your ear, his accent making you feel things in your belly.

"We should kiss."

You had said it quietly, but once your brain processed your thinking, you felt some new nerves.

"We should— what?" Carlos was stunned. He looked at you as if he couldn’t believe anything that came out of your mouth.

"Just a kiss on the lips, Chilli."

"Are you insane?"

"Pretty please, Carlos. Just a kiss."

Carlos had imagined several times what the first kiss with you would be like, and he had never thought you would kiss him while pretending. He filled himself with courage and approached his face with yours, both of you looked at each other for a few seconds, until you took the first step. Anyway, you really wanted to taste his lips. You joined your lips with his and when you did, the outside world ceased to exist. The music took a backseat in your brain, you forgot about your ex and the people who were watching you kiss. Your world was Carlos and his kisses were everything that actually mattered.

It became so obvious you felt things for each other, it was so obvious at the time. Everything cleared up in your mind, because what you felt was something that simple friends didn’t feel. You wanted to keep kissing him all day, not just to pretend and make your creepy ex stop bothering you, but also because you wanted to. When did you stop pretending?

"Carlos." You whispered when you met his beautiful brown eyes.

"I love you, bonita."

Carlos kissed you again and you smiled on his lips.

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[dadonbabysworld]

Skz reactions: when you are drunk

Author's Note: Double uploads whaat? Lmao proud of myself for this one. Thanks to @lino-jagiyaa for the inspiration. Italics are thoughts always. Warnings: mentions of drinking, sex, other kpop groups, and Amazon. Word Count: 3,510

Chan

Chan had suggested you go to the club together because he had heard the music there was lively. He couldn’t resist a good music spot; it was the producer in him.

He didn’t expect you to be such a lightweight though. You drank maybe 5 shots, and you were tipsy and bordering drunk. He didn't watch the number of drinks you took until you were a little too gone. 

“You okay?”, he asks. You were dancing with your hands up. You didn’t really hear him until he looked at you in your eyes. What did he even say?

Chan was surveying you as you smiled “What happened?” He realized after hearing you talk that you were drunk. He laughed before holding your waist.

 “Feeling good princess?” 

You blushed and nodded. “I feel great. Are you feeling okay?” He simply nodded, continuing to dance with you. Eventually, it got boring dancing for you. Somewhere between the fourth or fifth song you danced with Chan for. “Imma go get another drink!” You had to yell over the music.

 As you tried to slip away from his grasp, he held you tighter. “Aren’t you drunk enough?” You gasped. Drunk? I'm not drunk! 

“Who said anything about me being drunk Christopher?” You were obviously drunk. Christopher? I rarely ever call him that. He laughed at that comment before going to the bar with you. He ordered your “drink” and you downed it without even realizing it was water. 

You jumped in his arms and smiled “thank you for the drink, Channie.” You snuggled your head into his neck. He had caught you and let you wrap your legs around his waist holding you by your butt.

“It was no problem. You ready to go?”, he asked before telling the bartender he was closing your tab and your name.

You nodded, “Can we get McDonalds on the way home?” You ended up sleeping all the way home. You got your McDonalds the next day. 

Minho

Your attempts to make him jealous were working. He was watching you like a hawk. You danced in the middle of the club easily as if nothing else matters. As if you weren’t just arguing with him, he was steaming as he sees you just exist without a care. 

You’d think a dancer would want to dance, but he made the request seem like you were wrong to ask that. Fuck Minho and his job. It’s not your fault he danced all the time and was tired. You weren’t gonna come to a club and stand against the wall or be in a booth all night. He could do that with the rest of them.

Hyunjin didn’t seem to want to be in the booth either. You danced with your arms around his neck laughing. You had taken shots with him as well.

Meanwhile, Minho was wondering how long this was going to happen for. Maybe if you came over here; you would be less angry. As if he could read your mind, he appeared behind you. 

“Hyunjin, can you give us a moment?” Hyunjin nodded, walking away; you pouted and waved to him.

“So Hyunjin?”, Minho asks you. You roll your eyes at him. 

“What about Hyunjin?” 

“You’re looking mad comfortable with him… just wondering where we stand?” 

You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “We’re still together Minho. Don’t act brand new.” 

“You should be saying that to yourself. You’re drunk and throwing yourself at him!” His anger was apparent now as he yelled at you. You sipped on your drink as if you were unfazed. 

“I’m just getting the attention you won’t give me.” As you finished your drink, you could tell you pushed a button you shouldn’t have. 

The speed in which he gripped your neck shocked you. “You want attention from other men now? My friends at that?”

You shook your head, but it was too late. You were already too caught up. He pressed kisses against your chest. 

“You’re mine. Don’t forget that pet.” The venom that laced his words when he was angry always did you in. You crossed your legs slightly as you melted under his lips.

“Gonna make you forget about Hyunjin… You’re gonna be my toy tonight, right?” You nodded quickly. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m yours Minho. Use me.” 

You regretted that later on when it was close to your fourth orgasm. “I still haven’t gotten mine yet.” You will never make him jealous again.

Changbin

You were at the club with Changbin and the rest of skz. It was a celebration for all the wins their new song has been getting. It was a getting drunk kind of night. 

Jisung and Hyunjin challenged you and another woman to a shot contest. You ended up winning taking the most at a count of 18. They were all patron.

You were for sure drunk, and Jisung looked so entertained with the idea of you being drunk. He told you it was probably a good time to find Changbin. 

“Where’s Changbin?” You tried to ask, but it came out so slurred no one even knew what you asked. They just pointed towards where Changbin and Chan were. As you maneuvered through the crowd to them, a woman bumped into you almost knocking you over because you were wobbling to begin with. 

“Bitch watch where the fuck you are going!”, you yell. As you get heated with another girl in the club. Changbin appeared out of nowhere. He grabbed you easily, throwing you over his shoulder. He apologizes to the guy and his girlfriend. 

You were squirming and cutting up. “Don’t apologize for me, the fuck? Don’t bump me next time. Watch-“ A hand covered your mouth as you were escorted out the club. As he put you down, you went to hit him. 

“Watch your hands mamas. Don’t get hurt trying to fight me”, he warned you time and time again to not actually try to fight him. You always had to test him though. He just picked you up again. 

“Why do you have to be like that, mamas?” You felt offended. Do you not love me anymore? “That’s just me Changbin. Are you ashamed of me?”

He sighed and shook his head. “This is just drunk you. Sober you is calm and reasonable. She’s funny and cuddly. Super sweet.” You were happy to be described by him so nicely. 

“You’re so handsome and strong, Binnie.” He smirked and nodded, “I know.” You ended up getting carried home. On the way home, Changbin continued to compliment and praise you. You went to bed feeling more loved than ever. Even if drunk you is the only one to remember what he said, sober you will be regretting getting drunk for a while. 

Hyunjin

This had not been a good month for you considering you just got passed up for a promotion. Also, Hyunjin injured his hand making you the chef, driver, caregiver, etc.

You had wanted to stay in tonight, but you just couldn’t say no to Hyunjin about tonight. It was for him and the boys’ success. He didn’t want you to be cooped up in the house even if that meant going outside when he wasn’t in the best condition. 

Still he was drinking and spending time with other women. You decided to drink as well. It didn’t matter that these women were all taken by his friends. It didn’t feel right for him to be friendly with them and dance with them. 

“It’s just a simple dance Y/N…”, he tells you. “It’s not like we were crotch to crotch or even crotch to butt.” You huffed. That really made you feel better. We didn’t dance that close. He still was with other women though. It seems you weren’t the only one upset either seeing Minho with his girlfriend. 

Hyunjin seemed to be the life of the party tonight while you seemed to be the only one in your section still. The booth had a good view, but you didn’t want to see your boyfriend right now.

You had begun to get drunk as waitresses kept bringing you drinks because you asked for one every time one came pass telling them to put it on Hyunjin’s tab. By the time he came to check on you, you were sloppy and crying. 

“Jagiya, what happened?” he asked, squatting in front of you. You sniffled pushing him away, “get away from me Hyunjin,” you mumble “I’m not your “Jagiya” right now.” He was confused and hurt by your words. He gasped dramatically and backed away. 

“Is that really what you want?” You shook your head sobbing harder if that was even possible. He stood in front of you and held you close. 

“What’s going on? I apologize if this was because of my doing.” You just cried into his stomach. You knew he meant no harm, but it still hurt to be left alone.

“I really missed you. I hate feeling super jealous, but I don’t like you dancing with them.” His gaze softened as you looked into his eyes with a saddened face. 

“I won’t do it anymore. Do you just want me to hold you?” You nodded. You let him sit as you cuddled into him. You fell asleep on him in the club. He rubbed your back softly as he called a cab. Jeongin had saw you both and asked, “is she okay?” To which Hyunjin just nodded and stroked your hair back. 

Jisung

Being partners with Jisung wasn’t easy, he was really a social butterfly even with his anxiety. He seemed more approachable especially when he was drinking. The two of you spent most of your time during the night at the bar.

“Hanji… can you pay for my drink?” He looked at you offended. “You don’t even have to ask baby. Whatever you want. Get it.” So you did. Drink after drink. You weren’t a shot person, so you bought cocktails, mixed drinks, and margaritas all night. 

You were dancing with Jisung and Hyunjin when you suddenly felt an ache in your stomach. You tried to ignore it by throwing it back on Jisung. He grabbed at your butt and waist. “You’re really throwing it tonight. You tryna get me started.”

You laughed and nodded. It had been a while since you guys had sex. ‘Timing is everything’ that’s what Ji always said. He wanted to set the mood or at least feel a bit horny before you both did anything.

He was feeling you up as you were grinding on him. He started to leave kisses that turned to hickies on your neck. You let out a low whimper as he continued down. Your stomach was still not agreeing with you.

He turned you around and was about to kiss you. “Ji..”, you warned him. You covered your mouth and ran to the bathroom. You barely made it to a stall before vomiting into the toilet.

Jisung was hot on your tracks as you went into the bathroom. He felt no fear going into the women’s bathroom after you. He began rubbing your back. You just mumbled softly laying against the toilet bowl. He had tied your hair with an extra hair tie he had on his arm. 

“I knew you’d get like this. You gotta start eating before drinking babe.” You just teared up about to cry. Jisung panicked, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It wasn’t to be rude. I’m just telling you for mext time.”

You spent a while in the bathroom with you both getting weird stares. Jisung for being in the women’s bathroom and you for being damn near face down in a toilet. When you felt confident enough to leave, Jisung carried you.

“I love you Hanji. I’m sorry I messed up tonight.” He shook his head. 

“No it’s okay. Apparently sex wasn’t in the cards for today.” 

He had carried you outside to a cab. When did he call a cab? You never got the chance to ask because you fell asleep almost immediately. He chuckled and cooed at you, “my sleepy baby.”

Felix

Felix insisted on pre-gaming the party despite you both being light weights. Shots on shots were taken before you guys left. Being extra was the intention as you took the truck to the club, Felix was impressed with your driving abilities at the moment. All the windows' down blasting music was a vibe. You knew you shouldn’t be driving under the influence, but who cares?? 

As you got to the club, you let up all the windows getting out slowly. Why did I wear heels? You had taken your heels off to drive, but now you had to wear them realizing it was a mistake. Nonetheless, Felix leads you inside. It was already going up with the only couple missing being Jeongin and his girlfriend. Always making an entrance as the maknae. 

You were pulled out of thought as you approached the rest of the guys in a booth. You hugged them all gently. “Lit already you two?”, Minho asked. You just laughed and shook your head.

“Not lit enough”, Felix said, answering them and exposing that y’all had already drunk without them. You gasped, “Lixie!” Everyone just laughed at you two. 

After spending 30 minutes in the booth, you both end up drunk officially. Chan insisted you all do a round of shots all together then Felix wanted to take some with Seungmin.

You got dragged to the dance floor with Hyunjin and Minho’s girlfriend. You ended up dancing with Hyunjin for a while before he left to check on the booth or something. He felt okay leaving you because Felix joined you.

You were feeling bold anyways. I want to tease him. Felix leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You wanna get into something?” How did he know? The smirk on his face meant he was teasing or planning something secretly.

He swept you off your feet easily. You were backed against the wall as Felix grinded into you. The brightest blush covered your face as you felt him up. His arms, his abs, his neck. You felt it all as he laid you on the ground still giving you the best dance of your life. 

It felt like it was just you two, but really a semi-large crowd gathered to see. Felix wasn’t this bold with his sexual side in public, so many people were shocked especially Chan and Jeongin. You both got carried away ending up making out on the floor. 

“Felix I-”, you gasped out, but he was persistent in bruising your lips as he choked you continuing the make out session. When you finally came up for air, Felix was laughing. He's such a fucking tease. “I hate you. Got me bothered in the club.” You hit his arm. 

Seungmin

You suddenly feel the light from the hanging lamps in the diner you sat at. It was so alarming and bright, keeping your attention for at least another 20 seconds. Seungmin was surprised you could focus on anything after the night you had. 

“Feeling okay babe?” His voice was soft but not in a bad way.

“Yes, why are we at this diner? I thought we were at a party or was that a dream?”

He had to laugh. “You’re never living down the accusations of me having to care for you everytime we drink.”

You had been such a mess the whole night. He immediately starts telling you what went down leading to this moment. 

Apparently getting drunk was your goal as you had three drinks in the first hour of arriving at the club. Seungmin warned you of drinking so much as you were always up to no good when you got too drunk. 

“I will be fine. You won’t have to take care of me tonight.” 

The look in your eyes said that you were lying. The fact that he had to babysit you some nights caused some arguments with you feeling like he should do it because he loves you. However, he felt like he couldn’t have a good time because of you having to be watched carefully. 

It made you feel guilty knowing he felt that way, so the goal was to make it through the night without having to depend on Seungmin. You wanted to prove him wrong once.

As the night barely progressed into hour two, you were drunk and lying in a booth. You ordered some things from your amazon cart feeling like you could just work more shifts to make up for your impulsive spending later. 

Seungmin was dancing with Jeongin and his girlfriend. He had left you to your devices since he wouldn’t have to worry about you tonight. You decided to go stand outside for some air when the liquor got to your head. 

You threw up in a bush, and you got yourself together somewhat quickly not wanting to let Seungmin win. He always thought you couldn’t handle it. You went inside getting another drink when Hyunjin approached to give you a shot. Apparently, he was giving them out to you guys for celebration. 

That was it. From any point on, you were blacked out. Seungmin had found you lying against the bar. He tried talking to you, “Babe you okay? Need anything?”

However, the lack of response led to him shaking you. He checked your pulse, scared that you’d died or been spiked. The pulse being present led to his soft exhale of a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Let’s go..” He carried you out to the car, putting you inside and strapping you in. As he drove you both home, his stomach roared leading to him stopping at the only place open this late — the diner. 

He had carried you inside as he ate some breakfast. He didn’t expect you to wake up until the next day. He just wanted to go home quickly, but his stomach got in the way.

That led to him driving to this diner and deciding to take you inside as well. Insuring everyone there he wasn’t dragging around someone unwillingly and drugged. He ordered something for himself and water for you. After splashing you slightly, you woke up. 

The next day he rubbed it in your face that you were a fucking mess and had blacked out. He, also, scolded you for spending 400 dollars on shit from amazon. However, he still got you food for your hangover and made sure you were okay.

Jeongin

Being the dancer you were, you danced all night. Every moment not drinking at the bar was spent dancing with Jeongin or with the rest of the guys and their girlfriends. 

Hyunjin kept you on your toes having dance offs with you to other group’s music that he knew. Once Hype Boy by NewJeans came on, Changbin out danced you both leaving you shocked. 

Jeongin had to take some breaks sometimes, surprised you had the stamina you had. He felt old in comparison to you. Maybe it was the liquor, maybe it was the excitement for the celebration, or maybe just the music. You were beaming all night.

He was so in love with you seeing you so smiley. When you guys danced together, it felt natural. It was nice to be so intimate and sensual without having actual intercourse. His hyungs weren’t judging because they were impressed with your dancing.

He never minded your drinking; he wanted you to have a good time however you chose to, legally. Also, you guys never argued or anything during those times. It was just the same, but you thought everything was hilarious. 

“Babe do you wanna order food on the way home, so it’s there when we arrive?”

You nodded “Can I get a burger and fries Innie?”

He knew your order and placed it for delivery in 2 hours giving you time to enjoy yourself while also preparing to go home.

After another hour of dancing, it was time for you both to go home because you decided to try and breakdance. It wasn't a bad attempt, but you had fell a little too hard when trying to stop meaning you'd probably have a bruise in the morning.

Convincing Jeongin you were okay enough to walk home, you grabbed his hand leaving. He noted your pace was slower than normal, but he didn't want to bring attention to it. Until you stopped all together.

"Innie.. my feet hurt."

He laughed, "Do you wanna switch shoes?"

Then you did just that. Having found out you were the same size by wearing his matching pair of shoes before, you both knew this idea would work. He looked weird, but he'd do anything for you.

"The heels?" Someone questioned going pass.

"Yea. My girlfriend is drunk, and her feet hurt from dancing all night."

You grinned brightly; he must love you if he's willing to suffer public humiliation.

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[kessielrg]

[Zelda] Please, Protect the Arts: Part 1

Notes: I have an outline for this story, but I don’t know how I’ll pace out when I write the chapters proper. I won’t be uploading this to AO3 until it’s finished either way (I think), so please enjoy it now. There is not a particular version of Link and Zelda in mind, I just want to play with the characters a bit. Link is partially mute.

Rating: K

Word Count: 1,593 words

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There were two things that Zelda disliked: people who used their strength to hurt others, and when her father listened to lobbyists with money instead of the people any new law actually effected. That being said, Zelda kept a close eye on the politics her father was involved with. He would sometimes joke that she was the only campaign manager he’d ever listen to. 

And, like most politicians, he was lying. 

Zelda’s father only listened when she was truly annoyed by a certain law, and he only truly followed her advice when he got enough citizen approval to follow through. By then it was too late to change the other politician’s minds as well, leaving the bill to usually go in favor of the wrong party. It was frustrating. It made Zelda wish she never went into politics herself.

She would though.

She was too furious with the world not to.

The notes from the last state-wide conference sat on her father’s office desk. Zelda hadn’t meant to spy on them. She had actually come into his office to get a spare pencil. Her father kept a lot of spare pencils in his desk drawer- enough so that it was the only thing allowed in that particular drawer. The Manila folder with the conference notes didn’t seem important at first, and Zelda had almost dismissed it. It wasn’t until her eyes caught the word ‘education’ that Zelda took a double take.

Curiosity soon became her enemy.

“You can’t let this arts grant -or lack thereof- go through!” Zelda demanded as she stormed to her father.

The poor old man, who sometimes wished he had his daughter earlier to better keep up with her energy, turned his gaze away from the chessboard to Zelda instead. He gave her a tired smile to counter her unbridled anger.

“I’m afraid that decision is not entirely my own,” he reminded her. “If anything, it’s out of my hands. That decision mostly rests with the board of ed.”

Zelda slammed her hand down on the chessboard as she looked her father dead in the eye. “You know that’s a lie.” she seethed. “Especially when you know as well as I do that the wording points toward one particular school.”

Her father gave a heavy sigh, and left that at his only answer. Zelda followed his gaze to where she had accidentally knocked over a knight. Peering over it was the queen, just two moves away from creating a checkmate.

. . .

When Zelda was mad, she went to the library. It had been a way her mother taught her to manage her anger. A place where silence had to be maintained. A place where you could transfer that anger to a protagonist that kept making terrible decisions in the first act of a fantasy trilogy. A place where things could be alright in the end, as long as you had the patience to see it through.

If only real life could work like that.

Zelda and her father had come to an ultimatum; if she was able to convince the board of education that the art program should resume its regular funding (or receive more), then he promised he’d make sure the budget cut wouldn’t go through. Zelda had accepted the challenge without thought. It wasn’t until she got to the library that she realized she had essentially signed the budget cut bill herself. The young woman let out a whining sigh to herself as she thumbed the spines of the books she passed. She didn’t know how important the arts were to properly support them. She herself had only taken music lessons for the school credit and not from genuine interest. Even then, she had no idea on how it applied to her life after- other than a feeling of fleeting satisfaction as her fingers fluttered over a well cared for harp.

Thinking of music and budget doom almost made her tune out the sounds of a wind instrument being played. When it did register, it took Zelda a few moments more to realize she wasn’t simply thinking the tune. No, no, no. Someone was actually playing music in the library. Partially furious at the breech of silence she had been told was mandatory, Zelda went after the sound.

Her search brought her to the very back of the library. Residing there were study rooms. Sitting in one of them was a boy not much older than she was, and he was gently playing a tune on a small, handmade, wooden ocarina as he looked over the thin book he was reading. The sight immediately made Zelda recoil. How on earth did he sneak a music instrument in, however small it was, and how had no one told him to stop yet?

“He’s pretty good, isn’t he?” a voice asked from behind her, making Zelda jump. Her fingers accidentally knocked against the study room door as she whipped her whole body around. It was just a librarian. Zelda offered up a rather guilty smile in return.

“It’s a bit disheartening to see him practice here.” she admitted. “Is there no room for him at the music center?”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” the librarian mused, “But he’s welcome here regardless.”

Zelda nodded in understanding. But something egged at the back of her mind. She realized what it was soon enough.

“You don’t know his name?”

For this, the librarian gave a rather sheepish shake of their head.

“It’s never come up.” they admitted.

“Never?”

“Never.”

Zelda now gave the librarian a funny look. How was it possible to never know a patron’s name? At the very least it would have been on the library card…

The librarian caught on to her expression pretty quickly.

“He doesn’t talk.” the librarian went on to amend. “At least,  not very often. He just comes in every Friday, sits right there in that room (it’s got better sound protection from what I’ve heard- gets booked for meetings often because of it), and just plays away from whatever sheet music he’s brought in.”

“Really?” Zelda questioned. She turned to look back at the boy- her blood ran cold in seeing that he was staring right back at her. Apparently, the sound proofing wasn’t that good either way.

The two kept eye contact for what seemed like forever. The boy’s dark blue eyes held a sort of hidden wisdom; as if he saw a lot of things but were never part of them. Zelda wondered what stories he could tell. She wondered what kind of gossip he knew.

“It looks like he’s taking a break now.” the librarian then noted from over Zelda’s shoulder. “You might be able to go in and talk to him if you want.”

“I think I might.” Zelda nodded, not once turning her gaze away from the boy.

Her body moved on its own. One moment Zelda was aware that she was outside the study, and the next she was sitting down opposite of the boy. In his hands was the ocarina still. And surely enough in between them on the table was sheet music. In trying to figure out which piece it was, Zelda noticed a familiar logo. It was the same as the school that the budget cut bill would affect. A part of Zelda’s chest tightened.

“You go to the Hylian School of Arts?”

The boy looked at her, blinked, then casually looked down at his sheet music. He looked back up at her again with a nod.

“You must come from a pretty affluent household.” Zelda mused. She was prodding, she knew it, but she had to see what this boy knew. “HSOA is very thorough with its application process.”

To her surprise, the boy shook his head.

“A scholarship then?”

For this, he nodded, and part of Zelda already understood why.

“If you don’t mind,” Zelda went on, “Can I have your name? There is a rather broad budget cut planned for your school, and I promised my father (a local representative of the state) that I would create an argument against the board of education to keep that funding. If I knew your name, we could work together to build a case. What do you think?”

The boy thought about it longer than Zelda was anticipating. Eventually, she started to ruffle through this sheet music for a blank page. Unceremoniously ripping off a generous piece from the corner, the boy withdrew a pencil that had been inside a backpack hidden under the table and wrote something down. Zelda wasn’t able to see it until he handed it to her.

‘Wednesday, 1:00pm. Room 115.’

“This isn’t your name.” came Zelda’s first, very confused, remark.

The boy smiled at it- it carried notes of mischievousness and a special kind of cockiness. He got up from his spot, gently placing the ocarina down in doing so, and gestured for Zelda to follow him. Zelda raised an eyebrow, but did so anyway. Together he led them out of the study room and back through the library. The boy’s path seemed certain as they reached the kids’ section, but faltered as he searched the rows for something in particular.

A small noise resembling an ‘ah-ha!’ escaped his lips before he pulled a book out. He gave it to Zelda with a careful look of contemplation. He studied her reaction as she looked over the title: Rumpelstiltskin.

“Oh, so you think you’re funny, do you?” Zelda soon snarked at him. 

His only response was a wide, boyish grin.

#writing #writing stuff #my writing #fanfiction #fan fiction #zelda fanfiction #the legend of zelda #zelda #link #tloz zelda #tloz link #fanfic #fan fic #writers on tumblr

[fu-miruku]

Hello, thanks so much for coming back with new fluffy updates! Hope life is going easy for you as well :)

I have a question and I'm sure I'm not the only one who have thought about this at least once, especially with the recent updates and the ones before, since Toshio started living with Shindou.

Do you think Shindou actually loves Toshio romantically the way Toshio feels for him? Bcs so far it seems very one-sided. I know that Shindou will always be a tsundere character and with Toshio being much younger (physically and even more mentally), the mangaka might try to mitigate the 'moral burden' coming off from that notion with depicting Toshio being the one constanctly seeking affection and physical intimacies, so that Shindou remains an upright gentleman. But can't help feeling like Shindou is just going with the flow or giving Toshio anything he wants bcs he feels bad about the boy's situation and takes it as his responsibility to make him happy. I wonder if Shindou's feelings towards Toshio will be more clarified on the next chapters? Would love to hear about your thoughts, sorry for the super long ask!

Hi there! Thanks for the kind words anon :D I like answering questions like this about the story, and talking about this series in general, so no worries <3

First of all, let's go back to Volume 2 Chapter 9 for a bit, when Shindou talks about what he feels towards Toshio in the early stages of them living together.

Shindou says that yes, he does like Toshio. Flabbergasted, Toshio can't believe it at first and questions if Shindou really means it. Shindou replies that there's no reason for him to lie about that. I think these panels might answer a few of your questions about Shindou's intentions.

Of course, the panels above simply show an insight on Shindou's initial thoughts when he first took Toshio in. After they spend more time together, in the start of the "Left" volume, the first chapter ends with Shindou still wondering about the nature of their relationship.

As the chapters go on, I’m sure that while more questions are raised, some will also be answered, whether it be regarding Shindou’s feelings, Toshio’s identity, or where their relationship stands among it all.

I think seeing how their relationship is explored further in the following volumes is essential, and you'll also appreciate how Shindou's thoughts changed from volume 2 to the end of the sequels :))

Honestly, I want to go more in-depth about Shindou's feelings, but that might be more appropriate when we're all on the same boat story-wise. Hopefully I can sum up my thoughts better and share a short write-up when I finish uploading everything.

Please bear with me until then </3 I might have ended up blabbering too long again, haha. I’m sorry that this is a non-answer, but I think it makes more sense when you read it for yourself! For now, I hope this satisfies your question anon.

#answered #Sabi no Yume

[purrincess-chat]

My Dearest Buttercup CH2

She finished finally! I wanted to let it sit for a few hours before I came back to edit and upload it. This piece is unbetad because we don’t have time for all that with new spoilers dropping every day. Gotta go fast! So, idk when chapter 3 will be out. Could be tomorrow or next week. This brainworm could die after I hit post and it could be two years from now. Idk. See you sometime. 

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Chapter 2

The Agreste yacht was only a few blocks from the school, but the silent walk up the Seine felt like hours. What did Adrien want to talk about? Was he going to profess his love for her? They hadn’t even established the codeword yet! Should she accept his confession before they established a codeword? Why did he look so sad? Oh! What if he was breaking up with her? Wait, no. They needed to be dating to break up. Were they dating? No. She’d definitely know if they were dating. What if he asked her out only to dump her immediately? Adrien wouldn’t do that, would he? No, of course not! He was too polite. Even still, the sullen look on his face did little to quell Marinette’s racing thoughts.

Marinette took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders. She needed to relax. It was probably nothing like that. Adrien said himself that she was one of few people he trusted, so whatever he was going to confide in her, it was probably something serious and totally unrelated to his feelings for her… What if he was moving out of the country? Or dying of a rare blood disease? Ugh, why wasn’t he saying anything?

“So.” She clasped her hands together in front of her, unable to bear the silence any longer. “Is everything alright?”

Adrien shoved his hands into his pockets and pursed his lips. “It’s complicated.”

Oh, that narrowed it down.

Adrien veered toward an expensive boat, walking up the ramp onto the deck like he owned the place because he did. The name Emilie was scrawled onto the side of the boat in a fancy script, Adrien’s mother’s name, Marinette recalled. She scurried after him as a man in a white uniform and cap emerged from the cabin.

“Good afternoon, Adrien.” The man tipped his hat.

“Afternoon, M. Lyon. My friend and I are going to hang out here for a while,” Adrien said.

“Very well. Let me know if there’s anything I can get you.” M. Lyon smiled at Marinette before heading below deck.

“M. Lyon upkeeps the boat for us when it’s not being used, which is almost all the time because my father never leaves the house. He bought it for my mom for their anniversary one year. She and my aunt used to take me and Felix out on the channel when we were young, but after she died, my father had it parked here in the city. He couldn’t bring himself to sell it, I think.” Adrien leaned his elbows on the railing with a sigh. “But that’s not what I brought you here to talk about.”

His eyes were the dullest they’d been in weeks, his expression dark and morose. With anyone else, he could have easily put on a happy face, but alone on the boat with Marinette, Adrien let his guard down. Let the mask crack and crumble, revealing the tortured boy hiding just out of arms reach. Marinette had never seen him this way, and her heart sank under the weight of his sadness. She moved to stand beside him, looking out over the Seine until he was ready to speak.

“I’m sure you’ve seen the commercial for my father’s latest business scheme,” he said, voice low, eyes staring straight ahead. “Alliance. He’s partnering with Kagami’s mom and her company.”

“Oh, y-yeah! I might have seen it once in passing.” Definitely not twenty times on loop. “Is it a big deal?”

Adrien drummed his fingers on the metal. “When my father let me quit modeling, I was really happy — happier than I’ve been in a long time — but for this new campaign, the Tsurugi company developed a new technology that scanned and uploaded a digital copy of me that will say or do whatever they want. My father freed me from my contract, but he kept a copy of me as a puppet. Now, I don’t have any control over my own image.”

“Oh.” Marinette blinked. “I didn’t know that.”

“I know I should be grateful that I don’t have to spend hours at photoshoots anymore, but something about this just makes my skin crawl. I think about the mayor’s pollution campaign, how my father didn’t tell me what I was shooting for, and I never got a say in the message. Now I feel like I never will again.” His hands balled into fists, exposing the whites of his knuckles. “It’s always one step forward, two steps back with my father.”

Marinette pursed her lips. “Maybe this is your father’s way of respecting your wishes. You were the face of his company for so long, and people really love you. It’s not like he can stop running his brand if you quit, so he did the only thing he could think of to give you freedom without sacrificing his company.”

“I guess.” Adrien shrugged. “It just makes me uncomfortable to think that he could make me say or promote something I don’t believe in.”

“Maybe you should tell him how you really feel. Just because you’re not modeling anymore doesn’t mean you can’t help out in other ways. Maybe you could ask him to consult you about how your image is used?” She winced when Adrien turned to her

“I guess it’s worth a shot.” He offered her a pained smile. “I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. I know you probably don’t have any answers, but I really appreciate having someone to listen to me. I feel bad for complaining about it because my father’s company provides so much for me. All of this stuff is just really complex, and I feel so powerless sometimes. There aren’t many people I feel comfortable opening up to like this, but you make me feel safe. I’m glad I have you in my life, Marinette.”

Marinette’s cheeks warmed when Adrien leaned his head on her shoulder. “Uhh, yeah. No problem. I’m happy to help.”

“So, what did you want to talk about?” he asked.

“Oh, right. I had something that I wanted to talk about. With you. Us. Together. Talking about that thing.” The warmth of his body pressed so close to hers only made her overheating cheeks burn hotter. She shifted her weight, forcing him to sit up, and cleared her throat. “See… you and I are such good friends, and I don’t want anything to ever come between us. You’re… You’re important to me, and I trust you completely but…” She took a deep breath, balling her hands into fists. “I guess I’m just worried about being tricked by your cousin impersonating you. He said such awful things in the past, and I’d hate for that to happen again.”

Adrien frowned, ducking his head as he turned back to look out over the water again. “I know, and I’m sorry.” He rested his chin on top of his arms on the rail, the orange rays of sunset glowing golden in his hair. “Felix has always been a little mischievous — he used to get me in trouble all the time when we were kids by pretending to be me. I thought he was harmless, but I never should have trusted him. The fact that Ladybug lost all of those Miraculous to Shadowmoth is all my fault. She thought she was trusting me, but instead she was trusting Felix. I’ll never stop regretting that.”

“Hey, that’s not your fault.” Marinette stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Ladybug had a lot on her plate, and… she made the mistake, not you.”

“You’re wrong.” Adrien met her gaze, green eyes somber. “Felix came to me that day and offered me a way out of the trip with Lila. I was so frustrated and desperate for a way out that I listened to him. If I had just done what I was told, it would have been me on that train when Ladybug showed up, not Felix. Then none of this would have happened.”

“Adrien-”

“She must hate me.” He bit his lip, fresh tears casting a glassy sheen over his eyes. “She lost everything because of me.”

“No! She didn’t,” Marinette said more sternly than she intended, so she took a breath. “Felix took advantage of both of you. You can’t blame yourself for that, and… neither should she.” She hesitated, fingers trembling as she reached out to take his hands in hers. “All we can do is learn from our mistakes and do our best not to make them again. Ladybug trusted you enough to give you a Miraculous, and I don’t think her trust in you has changed at all.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I still trust you, and I know what a wonderful person you are.” She lifted his chin. “You’re not your cousin, and I think Ladybug knows that too.”

Adrien searched her expression, a small smile tugging at his lips. He pulled her in for a tight hug, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you, Marinette.”

She closed her eyes, savoring every second. When everything happened, she hadn’t thought that Adrien would blame himself for what happened. She’d been too busy wallowing in her own guilt. Alya was right. Pushing him away wouldn’t absolve her of her shame. It wouldn’t bring the Miraculous back to her, but it might hurt a dear friend. It would definitely hurt her. So she clung to him as tightly as he clung to her, each shouldering the weight of their pain and regret until it became a bit more bearable.

Adrien ran a hand across his cheek when Marinette sat up again, his smile brighter now.

“Um,” she mumbled, shaking the last of the haze from her brain, “I was thinking about everything with Felix, and how I don’t want to be tricked. I realized there’s a lot I still don’t know about you, and a lot that I want to know about you. If it’s alright with you, I want us to get to know each other better, a-and maybe we could establish some sort of codeword to prevent Felix from tricking me.”

Adrien perked up. “That’s a great idea! I’ve wanted to be closer friends with you for so long. I just didn’t know how to approach you. I’m still not great at all of this stuff, but I want to be.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, how does this codeword thing work?”

“Uh, well, we just come up with a word that only we know, and if you say the word, I’ll know it’s you and not Felix.” She explained.

“Cool, so what should our secret word be?” he asked.

“Uhh…”

Shoot! She hadn’t thought about it, and she and Alya didn’t brainstorm because the word needed to stay between her and Adrien. Think! What was an easy word that she could remember? Did she even know any words? How could she not know any words? It could be anything! She just needed one stupid word! A word like…

“Buttercup!” She blurted. Any word but that!

“Buttercup?” Adrien tilted his head to the side with a smirk.

“Uhh, what I meant to say was-”

“It’s perfect.” Adrien leaned down, his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, “Buttercup.”

Everything was fine. It wasn’t like Adrien knew Buttercup was the codename she assigned him for all of their crazy schemes, or the name she gave Chat Noir as a placeholder for the boy she was in love with. He never had to know. It was fine.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll say it to you every morning when we see each other, so you always know it’s me.” He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

She jolted away from him, heat rushing to her face. “That is if you’re really Adrien right now. I-I mean, how do I know you’re not actually Felix, and I’m not giving the codeword to the wrong person?”

Adrien smiled, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the lucky charm she gave him when they were finalists in the Ultimate Mecha Strike tournament. That day felt like ages ago, yet Adrien still held onto it.

“It’s my most prized possession. I don’t go anywhere without it,” Adrien said.

Marinette retrieved the one he gave her for her birthday from her purse and held it up. Adrien beamed, seeing that she still had his.

“There is one other way I can prove it’s me.” He retrieved his phone from his pocket, tapping the screen a few times until a soft melody emanated from the speaker.

The first song they ever danced to. She hadn’t considered that Adrien looked back on that memory as fondly as she did. How often did he play that song and think of her?

“May I have this dance?” He offered her a hand.

Marinette’s heart jumped to her throat. Placing a trembling hand in his, she took a deep breath as Adrien pulled her close. They swayed in time with the gentle rocking of the boat, but Marinette was too nervous to speak. She’d exhausted all of her brainpower coming up with the codeword, so all that remained was a pile of blissful mush. If she was going to pull this getting closer to him thing off, she needed to get used to being in his arms. Adrien was definitely a hugger. A beautiful, sweet, angelic hugger with mesmerizing eyes and an intoxicating cologne. She would hug Alya for not letting her give up later.

“Can I tell you something?” Adrien whispered, breaking Marinette out of her trance.

“Hmm?”

“I’ve always been so guarded because of my father, always been scared to be too loud or to cause trouble, but I don’t want to be that way anymore,” he said. “I’m really happy that you want to get to know me, but the truth is, I don’t even know myself very well. There’s so much that I’ve never thought about before, and I don’t even know where to begin thinking about all of it.”

“Maybe I can help you. We can explore new things and learn who you are together.” Marinette bit her lip. “Whoever you end up becoming, I’m sure you’ll be great, and I can’t wait to meet you.”

Adrien smiled, the first real smile she’d seen all day. “Thank you, Marinette. For everything.”

“Y-Yeah, what are friends for?”

Her heart skipped when Adrien pulled her in, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. His shoulders relaxed, melting against her. They remained locked in an embrace, gently swaying to the tune of a melody that had long since stopped playing. After months of failed schemes to get closer to Adrien, Marinette was finally right where she wanted to be. Adrien needed her, and maybe deep down she needed him too. It wasn’t right for either of them to blame themselves for falling into a trap. It wasn’t fair for Marinette to run from her problems and hurt the people she loved. If Felix tried to come between them, she’d hang him from the Eiffel Tower by his feet herself. She finally had Adrien in her arms, and she wasn’t letting go.

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #cat spoils #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #ml love square #my writing #my dearest buttercup #i still dont like the title but i cant think of anything else rn so we rollin with it

[issytheamateurnerd]

Finally posting a Madeleine fanfic!

I'll be uploading it to my Ao3 account when I eventually get that set up, but for now, I'll be posting parts of my new fic here on Tumblr!

Disclaimer: I don't usually write from a first-person POV so, sorry if the writing is a little clunky😅

The Hitman's Daughter

Part One: Family Reunion

"Don't be long."

Tamara turned and walked away, no doubt saying something entitled to her bodyguards.

I really didn't know how my mother could stand her. If anything, it seemed she liked her to some degree. Which made no sense to me.

However, the two of us had more important matters to tend to, so I refrained from asking unnecessary questions. I had to focus.

Although it was a bit difficult, as the smell of the purple flower gardens that surrounded the extravagant wine factory and mansion, under the endless, blue-and-orange Argentina sky was quite distracting.

But my wandering mind finally focused once a familiar figure approached my mom and I.

“You got our message.” Said Mom, as he stood beside her, leaning his hand on the balcony railing.

“You’d never get caught on camera, especially if Madeleine was with you, not unless you wanted to be seen.” He replied.

It felt almost strange hearing his voice again, strange but…comforting at the same time.

“So, what’s the play?” He asked.

“You’re not the only one who’s been busy, 47.” Mom had that right.

“I’m this close to becoming the next Constant. I’ll be able to dismantle Providence from the inside.” Hearing this suddenly made our risky but genius plan feel so much more real. A knot appeared in my stomach.

“Only one man stands in my way; Don Yates.”

They continued to talk about Don Yates and Tamara Vidal, two people who, if removed, would set our plan into action.

Meanwhile, my mother knew exactly how to deal with the current Constant, Arthur Edwards. He wouldn't suspect a thing until it was too late.

While they spoke I began mapping the vineyard in my mind, seeing if I could recall things such as hiding places or areas to find tools and other materials.

But, as I suspected, my attention and thoughts were slowly drawn to 47. My father.

After everything that had happened with Providence, ICA, my Uncle Lucas….I hadn't seen my father in months. And the truth was, I’d missed him. I’d missed him a lot.

I suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to hug him, which was a bit strange because my father and I rarely hugged. Not that we weren't close, he just showed love in different ways.

However, my mother interrupted my thoughts,

“Whatever your plan is, we’ll help you in any way we can. Right, Madeleine?”

“Right.” I replied.

“You’re sure about this?” Dad asked.

“As sure as I’ll ever be.”

Mom then lovingly placed her hand over his and smiled.

It made me smile as well because my parents never showed affection towards each other in public. But then again, they were never with me in public for very long.

Yet, in that moment, I felt content. Because for the first time in over a year, our family was truly together. Even if it only lasted a few minutes, it was nice.

Memories from my childhood began to flash in my mind, and I recalled that it was always moments like these when I was the happiest. When it was just the three of us.

But the moment was cut short once my father turned away, signaling that it was time for our mission to start.

“Here, we got you an invitation.” I said, pulling a small, laminated paper invitation out of my dress pocket and handing to my dad.

My mom smiled again, “Just like old times. Come find me when it’s done.”

Dad thanked us and dissapeared into the crowd just as she said, “Good Luck, 47.”

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#hitman #47 x diana #agent 47 #diana burnwood #Madeleine Burnwood #hitman fanfiction #hitman fandom #The Farewell

[sheepalmighty]

Aprilis is underrated. I like how she says “The Darkness”

#ys ix #ys ix monstrum nox #ys series #aprilis #ys aprilis #play this game its good #shes like a sentai leader when she first shows up with the others #immediately endeared me to her #was trying to get over my fear of using darker colours for this piece #and as per usual the only bkg is clouds #this took way too long i thought i would not upload anything until the next year #i sure wish i could stick to a piece a month or something though #'tis mine

[whiteqnn]

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.” 

“Great. Anyone else?”

 “I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby. 

“Who you’re bringing Jack?” 

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!” 

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby. 

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly. 

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed. 

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again. 

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!” 

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight. 

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game... 

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment. 

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game. 

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be. 

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself. 

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone. 

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!" 

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?" 

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!" 

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

*** 

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her. 

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already? 

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec. 

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them. 

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life... 

What if the rest won’t like her? 

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N” 

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!” 

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.” 

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with. 

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included. 

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect... 

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!” 

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile. 

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!” 

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players. 

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance. 

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s. 

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND” 

“I’m sorry!” 

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice. 

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.” 

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!” 

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began. 

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together. 

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter. 

“Alright, are we skipping?” 

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!” 

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button. 

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all. 

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks. 

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported. 

“Oh no, Jack!” 

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?” 

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?” 

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts. 

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning. 

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well. 

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere. 

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body. 

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily. 

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive. 

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath. 

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum. 

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer. 

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic. 

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now” 

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!” 

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character. 

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side! 

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well. 

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!” 

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?” 

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!” 

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend. 

Sykkuno was ejected. 

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?” 

 Dead body reported.

 “I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said. 

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence. 

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected. 

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?” 

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time. 

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts. 

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions. 

“See? You only proved my point.” 

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!” 

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!” 

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well. 

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first. 

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result. 

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!” 

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!” 

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat. 

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer. 

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away. 

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix. 

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued... 

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped. 

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her. 

#corpse husband #corpse husband imagines #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse imagines #youtubers x reader #fanfiction #writing #imagine

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― youtuber!park sunghoon x streamer!gn!reader

it's hard to stream horror video games when your neighbor is always filming dangerous mukbangs and screaming.

genre: e2l, neighbors au, angst to fluff, humor

wc: 3.2k

warnings: horror game mentions, cw food and mentions of cooking live things (inspired by this youtuber), sunghoon's a jerk at first :<, one mention of underage drinking (don't follow mc's example pls fisnfkskf), a few swear words

part of my youtuber enhypen series, the last upload! feel free to read on its own! ♞──────────────────────────♞

"AAAGH!" and there it is. your brows furrow upon hearing your neighbor's cry. does he not understand how thin these walls are?! there's a reason only college students stay here! grimacing, you ignore it and move your mouse to look around the dark house.

"oh shoot, i wonder if he's behind me?" you say to your audience while watching your viewers fill the chat with your custom subscriber emojis. "i'm going to do it, everyone, just―"

"OHMYGODOHMYGOD WHYYY?!"

more like why couldn't you be quiet?! you close your eyes in frustration but attempt to keep a straight face for the people watching you. "sorry if you heard that, i guess someone's having a bad day?" you chuckle nervously as you turn around in the video game to see a black slender figure. "oh! whoa, okay, i'm just going to run over here."

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

you got out of the creepy house and made it to the back of it to see a piece of paper on the wall. "oh, here! okay, this is going to be my last piece unless―whoa!!" the jumpscare comes up, and you're left taken aback as the game over screen appears. laughing at your shocked self, you're filled with glee upon seeing the audience laugh or scream with you. "that was really fun, everyone. i got some homework to do though, so i'll see you all next time i stream! bye bye!" you wave goodbye to the camera and watch as the viewer number drops gradually. after a few minutes, you shut off your stream, place your headphones on its stand, and push back in your secret labs chair with a sigh. "why did i have to live next to a maniac...?" you grumble.

as if on cue, another scream is heard from the other side of the wall. "EEE! oh my god, i'm going to do it, i'm going to do it!"

what on earth was this kid doing that he was screaming every weekend? you didn't even scream that much, and you played horror games for a living! your stomach growls as you're thinking this and as a living human being, you listen to it and get up to make ramyeon. however, even as you're making your dinner and even as you're trying to enjoy it with some show playing on the tv, of course, you have to be subjected to your neighbor's loud yells. once you're finished, you notice how oddly quiet it is and decide to give whoever this guy was a piece of your mind.

marching over with your keys in hand, you knock aggressively on apartment no. 505 until it opens. behind the door is a tall male with a face so well-proportioned you're thinking it's possible that some being above sculpted it themselves. his nose is accented with one mole on the side of his nose bridge and another a few centimeters under the opposite eye. "can i help you?" his rich voice asks with a slight sting to it.

you snap yourself out of it by blinking, incredulous that you almost forgot your mission just because he has a handsome face. "yea, you can help me by being quieter," you boldly state with your arms crossed in front of your chest. "you realize you're not the only one living in this complex, right? the walls are so thin, i can hear you screaming every time."

the male raises an eyebrow at you and scoffs to the side as if he can't believe what he's hearing. "can you just deal with it? some of us have to make a living."

"news flash, dude, that's all of us! the only people who would be willing to live in this place are college students! listen, i stream horror games for my work, and i don't even scream as loud as you," you retort and point your index finger from you to him. "so i think you should learn how to keep your volume down."

"and why haven't i heard these complaints from anyone else?" he tries to debate back.

"maybe because they're just quietly tolerating you. as for me, i can't anymore, so take this as your first warning, room 505." you turn around quickly with a huff and speed to your apartment next door.

as you're above to close the door, you hear him shout back at you. "my name's park sunghoon, room 506. remember it, because i'm going to make your life a living hell."

"l/n y/n, park sunghoon. we'll see about that." with that, you both simultaneously shut your doors with a slam that causes the walls to shudder a bit.

oh, he kept his promise alright. from stare-downs in the hallway, to bringing weird live animals in the elevator at the same time you're in there, to snarky remarks at the entrance that almost always lead to fights, park sunghoon has definitely made your life hell. to make matters worse, his screaming got even louder. you're sure that's a violation of some rule, right? wrong, the management for the building doesn't care all too much, as long as he's not doing anything illegal and nobody else has complained. you get what you paid for is the right saying here.

you were not having it. as a streamer and college student, weekends are your days with the freest time, and he took that from you. you found out that he was not just a college student but a youtuber, one that filmed dangerous mukbangs with live animals that he would then cook and eat, and because of that, he had also chosen to film on weekends. that was exactly why you had always encountered his screaming on days you were streaming, and now, tired of how petty he was, you decided to just cram your weekdays with school and streaming.

at first, it was fine, but as your days became packed with more studying on the weekends at the library to avoid sunghoon, you grew tired: tired of the crammed weekdays and for god's sake, tired of living your life running away. taking out a bottle of peach soju that your upperclassman dancer friend had snuck for you, you pop it open and make your way to the balcony that you barely used.

as you take a swig of the alcoholic beverage, you prop yourself onto the railing and gaze at the buildings before you, their lights blinding you from the stars of the night sky. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's your low energy state, but something compels you to scream. "i'm so tired!!" you yell out to the skyline. letting out a sigh, you plop down into the spare plastic chair and go for another drink.

"drinking your worries away? that's not going to solve anything," a male voice speaks up. your eyes catch sight of sunghoon, who has slid open his own balcony door. he's dressed in a casual beige hoodie and sweats as if he had spent the day just relaxing.

"as if you care," you mumble with your lips pressed against the green glass. "you're literally at the root of all my problems."

he scoffs at your statement. "this again? look, i'm getting tired of you placing all this blame on me when i'm—"

"are you so sure about that?" you calmly and sternly interrupt. the alcohol really has unlocked your usually inhibited thoughts. "why did i move my streaming days onto the weekdays when i normally spend them studying? because your screaming on the weekends always got picked up by my mic. why do i get 4 hours of sleep every day and study all night at the library on weekends?" it's like when sunghoon had taken a stick to prod at you, the floodgates burst open. you weren't stopping until you gave him a piece of your mind. "because i have to cram my streaming schedule and studying schedule to accommodate to your filming one. maybe i am blaming you, but i've tried my best to do my job all while studying and having to deal with an asshole like yourself who's so inconsiderate that he can't even do one thing for his neighbor who's practically dying to adjust their lifestyle because of someone else's."

your neighbor goes silent after that, choosing to just sigh and go back inside his apartment. you relish in the silence that comes after he shuts the door and down the rest of your bottle before heading back inside yourself. strangely after that incident, you heard less and less of sunghoon on the weekend and thus were able to return to your normal schedule. even while passing by him, he kept his mouth shut and would just nod a cordial hello. you guess what you said that night really got through to him.

and he proves that because after about three weekends, you hear a knock on your door. upon opening it, you're surprised to see sunghoon behind it, his hands behind his back as he shifts side to side. "oh, hello sunghoon," you greet him awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"hey y/n," he returns. the youtuber stops fidgeting for a moment and bows after gathering up some courage. "listen, i just want to say i'm sorry." he looks up at your face, searching for some sign of hatred and he thankfully finds none, so he continues. "i didn't realize how much of an asshole i was until you said that. i was just thinking about myself and not about you or anybody else. i hope i was able to prove it to you these past three weeks, and i promise i won't go back to my old habits."

your silence is not so reassuring, so sunghoon nervously lifts his head to peek at your face to find an astonished expression. you stammer a little bit and hold the doorframe to keep yourself in place. "u-uh... gosh, i don't know what to say, sunghoon," you stutter. then, you notice another neighbor exiting the elevator, looking at the two of you strangely since sunghoon is still lowering his head. "oh! you can stand up straight now! please."

he does as you say, smiling sheepishly, and you notice how much better he looks smiling than the usual smirks he had sent you before. "apology accepted, sunghoon."

"r-really?"

you nod. "i mean, you really have proven yourself lately, so i don't see why i shouldn't."

"great!" his smile grows wider, making you blush and look anywhere but his face. "then i have a surprise for you to start over." you shoot him a confused look that he disregards out of boyish excitement. "close up, come over to my place for a few."

"o-okay, give me a moment, i'll be right over," you say as he rushes back to his apartment. you hurriedly grab your keys and look in the mirror next to your door to smooth out your hair before you're scolding yourself for caring about looks when he literally just saw you. closing the door, you lock up, head over to room 505, and knock.

"it's open," his voice calls from inside, and with that, you push the door open to find the living space of your own apartment, except totally flipped. to your left is a small living room, complete with a two-seater couch, a tv stand, and a tv. whereas to your right, there was a dining room fit for two, the kitchen right behind it before a hallway leads to the single bedroom and bathroom. you're too busy taking in this opposite room that you don't notice the fish tank on the round table full of live fish. "come over here," he says with an enthusiastic grin.

"yah, park sunghoon. what in the world is this?" you say flabbergasted.

"i'm showing you what i do for a living and cooking you a fresh meal," is all he has to say as you grimace and reluctantly move towards him. "this is my second time cooking it, so it should go a lot better."

"and what exactly is... it?"

"mudfish, way less than what i usually have for mukbangs though." you know, you had completely forgotten what the guy did on youtube since his handsome face distracted you for a handful of moments, but now reality had set in for you: he was going to do this live in front of you.

if you're uncomfortable with cooking live fresh food, please skip to the next italicized line!

"i swear to god, park sunghoon, if you do anything stupid, consider this restart invalid. you'll be hearing from my lawyer," you unsuccessfully warn him as you watch him put on some gloves and grab a cup of salt.

"relax, you're with me. i'm practically a pro," he tries reassuring you, but then he sprinkles the salt inside the tank. the fish start splashing around violently, causing you to let out a small yelp as some splashes of water get on you. "yaaah, this is way better than last time!"

"is this what you do every weekend?!" you shout at a low volume and cover your eyes with your hands.

"you can look now, it's fine," sunghoon says, pointing at the fish. you peek through the gaps between your fingers to see that the fish have stopped moving. sunghoon smirks as you take your hands away from your face. "see? i'm a pro."

coating and deep frying starts here!

he starts to coat them one by one in egg and flour and lays them down on a baking pan lined with paper. you watch as he handles each one delicately with concentration. "do you want me to start the oil?" you offer.

"oh! that would be great, thanks! the wok is already on the stove, just turn it on," he explains. you find the wok exactly where he had told you and turn on the gas stove accordingly, as if you've been here hundreds of times before, but in reality, you just have the same appliances. by the time the oil has been heated to the right temperature, sunghoon has already finished coating the fish. the two of you work together to place each one in the oil, listening to them sizzle and pop.

"we make a good team," sunghoon comments once every fish has started frying. you take care of the tongs and move them around when appropriate. "you should come by and guest star in one of my videos."

"if it's anything like today's, no thank you," you politely reject.

"what if... i invite you to eat after i cook?" he shoots his shot again. rolling your eyes playfully, you see that the fish are all thoroughly fried and turn off the fire. with his own tongs, sunghoon puts the fish on the plate as you go off to prepare two bowls of rice. the small dining room table gets cleaned up, so the two of you can start your meal. "okay, your answer?"

"depends on how good this mudfish is," you reply, holding up a fried fish with your chopsticks. he follows suit, and you two cheer your meals together.

"i'll eat well," the both of you say in harmony. finally, you take a bite of the crispy fish and hum in satisfaction, your eyes widening.

"mm! it's really good!" you compliment as he takes joy in your pleased expression.

"i'll take that as a yes to my question then?"

"hoon, i'll come over whenever you want me to," you exaggerate.

"deal," he accepts quickly so that you can't take it back. and that's how your first meal went with park sunghoon. soon enough, one meal turned into two, to five, to ten, until you're basically spending a lot of time with the youtuber. pretty much every weekend, you and sunghoon set it up so that you would cook and eat together in the afternoon so that you would have the rest of the evening to stream.

at some point, you find out that his major is biology, which is similar to your own in biochemistry, so your time with sunghoon extends to studying together and eventually gaming. one of you is always at the other's place and vice versa like you couldn't be without each other for a single moment.

you're eating takoyaki with said boy in your apartment this time, staring at his well-proportioned facial features as you chew slowly and think. he catches your unwavering gaze and chuckles. "is there something on my face, y/n?"

"i'm just thinking," you vaguely reply.

"about the thing on my face?" you shake your head at this. "then what is it? i know i'm really handsome and all, but you literally see me all the time."

"that's exactly my point!" you cry out as if you hit eureka, shocking him in the process. "we're together all the time. we were literally enemies at first, and now it's like we're dating! what is this, some kind of shitty fanfiction?" yes

"well, do you want us to date?" luckily, you had just swallowed the last bit of your takoyaki ball because that could've made you choke. instead, you suddenly start coughing, and he pushes your water towards you.

the coldness of the water does nothing to help your rising temperature as you take big gulps of it. "wh-what kind of question is that?" you ask, patting your mouth dry with a nearby tissue.

"a serious one," he answers nonchalantly. "because i like you." stream dreamcatcher BEcause

"huh? since when?" you're practically in disbelief. no way sunghoon liked you back. you had just discovered your own feelings not too long ago when you had tucked him in after an intense study session and he whispered your name. ever since then, you got butterflies in your stomach around him, and not because he made it a mukbang. (but you wouldn't put it past him?)

the male rubs the back of his neck. "it's been a while. i just know that i like you."

"st-stop saying that!" you wave your hands in front of your face frantically to hide the redness you know that has spread all over.

"oh? or what, room 506?" he gets up from his seat across from you to prop his elbows on the table, getting a closer look at your cute, embarrassed appearance as he rests his head on his hands. "make me," he prods some more.

reminiscent of the first time you cooked together, you peeked through your fingers to witness his adorable grin waiting for you. as if wanting you to seal the deal, he closes his eyes and smiles with just his lips. you shyly reach out to grab his cheeks, taking a moment to brush the fringe out of his eyes so you can adore the moles that dotted his face, and slowly bring your own lips towards his to press them together in a kiss.

it's short but sweet, and soon you're pulling away and finding your fingers more interesting. sunghoon's eyes flutter open and fondly gazed at you. "be mine?" he speaks up.

"if you stop making my heart scream, then yeah," you mumble, stealing a glance at his smug smile. he laughs, stands up, and walks over to your side of the table. turning your chair around as if you weighed nothing, he places his hands on the table behind you, engaging you in between his long limbs.

"sweetheart, that's the whole point," he says, leaning down to chase your lips and kiss you until your heart can't take it anymore. you're both screaming on the inside as your hearts keep pounding in your chests, but at least this time it's from your pure feelings towards each other.

a/n: omg this is the last of captured on camera EEE thank you all so so much for being here with me on this journey of my first one-shot series <3 this really shows my growth as a writer, and i'm so glad i could share it with y'all! i hope you all look forward to my next one-shot series~

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I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

Click here for my masterlist of other fics and check in my bio for requests if anyone wishes to ask!

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

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[awakeshedreams]

sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

.

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

.

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

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[myherowritings]

Three in the Morning

— You’ve missed your best friend after not seeing him for over a week. To fix that problem, you show up at his window at three in the morning to fill the Iwaizumi-shaped void in your heart.

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 2.9k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: intoxication (reader is tipsy hghfjsd), jealous reader at one point, cuddling in bed, tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: written for bnha sanctuary one prompt haikyuu collab! :D a bunch of writers wrote their take on the same prompt “it’s 3am why are you outside my window” and this is the fic i came up with based on it! check out the other amazing fics here u won’t regret it ;) xx sof

「 hq masterlist 」

Walking around in the middle of the night just the slightest bit tipsy wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done in your whole college career, but you could safely say it wasn’t the dumbest— Not that it was something you should be proud of.

You and your roommates had just gotten home from a party and, for some odd reason, you had the sudden urge to see one of your best friends, Iwaizumi Hajime, right at that very moment. He had been studying for midterms all week and you weren’t able to hang out with each other like you normally did, causing a Iwaizumi-shaped void that you wanted to fill. (In a strictly platonic way, of course.) 

And when you were half-sleep deprived, half-inebriated, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be rather...impulsive. From ordering too much takeout from any “open 24-hour” restaurant within a five mile radius, to uploading a video of you trying to come up with the perfect pasta recipe, you’ve done a handful of bizarre things during the ungodly hours of the night. But even you weren’t sure what was going on through your mind that convinced you sneaking out of your apartment and heading to Iwaizumi’s nearby was the best course of action while still slightly intoxicated. 

The clock on your phone read that it was only a quarter ‘til three and you quickly shrugged on a jacket and sent Iwaizumi a sloppy “i’m omw iwaaaachann” text before stepping foot outside your door, making sure to shut it silently as to not awaken your roommates who had just fallen asleep. 

As you made your way through your apartment complex, the thought briefly crossed your mind that Iwaizumi might be sleeping at the moment, especially since he had just finished his midterm exams, but you shrugged it off. You would cross that hurdle when you got there. 

And so, when you finally—through some miracle from above—arrived at Iwaizumi’s in one piece, you weren’t sure what else to do other then stare at his half cracked open window. Since he lived on the second floor, it wasn't uncommon for him to leave a window open for air to come through during the hot seasons. 

“Iwaizumi!” you yelled in a quiet whisper, hoping the wind would carry your words into his apartment for you. 

When you received no reply, you pulled our your phone and began to message him. Although Iwaizumi liked to pretend he was an unsentimental guy who didn’t have time to deal with others’ bullshit, it was obvious that was false. He cared a lot about everyone, especially his friends. Maybe even too much. And one of the ways he showed he secretly cared was always having his phone on full ringer in case anyone needed help in the middle of the night— Something that was surprisingly quite common when you were friends with the chaos that was Oikawa.

Would it be mean to use that knowledge to your own advantage and spam Iwaizumi until he replied? 

Maybe. 

But in your defense, you were practically having an emergency only he could help with. You desperately needed your Iwaizumi fix after not having seen him in over a week and there was no one better to help you that problem than Iwaizumi himself. 

Besides, texting him until he wakes up would be better than Romeo-and-Julieting this and climbing in through his window. Trying to scale a building while tipsy was too idiotic, even for you.

Y/N: are u awakeee?

Y/N: wakey wakey 

Y/N: i miss u :(

Y/N: i’m outside ur window wink wonk

Y/N: iwaaa >.>

There was a cacophonous sound of loud text chimes ringing one after the other followed by a deep grunt and stretching sound. You pictured Iwaizumi blearily getting out of bed and checking his phone that he kept across the room (to minimize at-night screen time, he claimed) with a heavy-lidded look on his face. 

After a few seconds of unidentifiable shuffles, you heard a strangled cry of, “What the—?!” before you saw the shadow of his head through the window screen. 

“Y/N?” he asked incredulously, voice still rough and scratchy from having just been awakened. 

You waved, beaming wildly. “Iwaizumi!” 

There was a deep sigh as he cracked the glass open even wider. “It’s three in the morning— Why are you outside my window?” He peered down at you almost stumbling on the spot. “And are you drunk?”

“Barely,” you assured, though you still felt a slight buzz in your fingertips. “I missed you so I came here.” 

“I— What? I mean— Huh?” he demanded, visible confusion in his tone. He rubbed his forehead before correcting himself. “I mean I miss you too. But it’s three in the morning! You couldn’t wait to miss me in a few hours instead?” 

You didn’t know whether to pout because he didn’t grow some Rapunzel hair and let you climb it up to the window and fall into his open arms like you’d imagined, or cheer because he said he missed you too. Blissfully, you chose the latter. “You miss me?” 

“Is that really all you heard?” said Iwaizumi with a snort before shaking his head in defeat. “Come up here. I’ll unlock the door for you.” 

Your face lit up instantly as you nodded, bounding up the stairs of his apartment building and meeting with him face-to-face at his doorstep. 

He had his arms folded over his chest as he waited for you at the entrance and, though he had tired circles under his eyes and still seemed half-asleep, was looking as attractive as ever. Not even the white polka dots on his pajama shorts could talk away from that fact. If anything, it made him all the more adorable. 

“Iwa-chan!” you greeted excitedly, but still careful as to make sure you weren’t loud enough to wake up his roommate. You opened your arms out and he begrudgingly accepted your embrace. (Well, he tried to seem begrudging at least. But you saw his hidden smile as you nestled your chin on his shoulder.) “I missed you.”

“You said that already, dumbass,” he said with a tsk. He patted the top of your head before pulling away from your hug promptly. “You’re cold. Have you been standing outside for long?” 

Pursing your lips, you looked up at him in confusion. “I don’t feel cold.” 

“Because you’re too drunk to register it, probably.” With his warm hand on the small of your back, Iwaizumi ushered you inside and shut the door behind you. “Let’s go to my room so we don’t wake up my roommate, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

Having visited his place so many times before, you knew it like it was your own apartment— Disregard the fact that your apartments had almost the same exact layout since you lived in the same complex. After sliding off your shoes at the entrance, you led the way to his room with Iwaizumi following closely behind you. 

“Did you go to a party tonight?” he asked, eyes trailing down your body that was clad in an oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him for you to join. 

Laughing at his puzzled expression, you nodded. “Yeah, but I went to my place to change and get ready for bed,” you explained. “Tried sleeping but I missed you too much and wanted to see your face.”

You climbed onto the mattress with him and wiggled around until you found a comfy spot. The comfy spot happened to be side-by-side with Iwazumi, your back against the wall and cold thigh pressed against his warm one. You rested your head on his shoulder and he lazily drew circles onto your knee with the pad of his thumb. 

Intimacy like this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the two of you— That’s just how things were. He was warm and comfy and good at cuddling, and you liked that. 

It could maybe be considered just normal friendship things you two did with everyone if it weren’t for the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t typically comfortable with physical touch from anyone other than you. And maybe if you also ignored that you weren’t too keen on the thought of him one day being this close to anyone else. If truth be told, you didn’t like the thought of that at all. 

With a small huff, you hooked your left arm with Iwaizumi’s right, hugging his bicep to you in an almost clingy manner. 

“You good?” he asked, lightly chuckling as he looked down at you gripping onto his side. “Or something troubling you?”

You hummed unsure how to answer. There wasn’t enough alcohol in your system for you to completely spill your guts with know remorse, though being tipsy did greatly increase your likelihood of being loose-lipped. “I’m just thinking about someone else being with you like this.” 

Iwaizumi stiffened, shoulders tensing ever so slightly before he quickly relaxed his muscles again. He prompted gruffly, throat so tight it came out as a murmur, “And?” 

“I don’t like it.” 

He let out a sharp chuckle. “I see.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a smile on his face and you continued on. “You’ve been studying a lot with Sasaki-san lately.”

“Hmm. Have I?” 

You nodded. “You have your biomechanics class with her, right?” 

“Yeah. I guess we studied for the exam together for a few nights.” 

There was a funny feeling in your stomach at the thought of him spending his nights studying with someone that then spiraled to you picturing them being compatible and falling in love and spending the rest of their lives together. You winced, trying to shake it off. You were one of his best friends; it’s not like you had the right to feel that way.

“She’s really pretty,” you said, hoping it would prompt him to talk more about her. Even if you had no right, you still wanted to know—

By now, the laughter Iwaizumi was struggling to hold in bubbled out of his mouth, cutting you off mid-thought. His shoulders bounced up and down and you reluctantly sat up from your position resting on top of him to give him a look of confusion.

“Why are you laughing at me?” you pouted. Your eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of your lips were quirked down, cheeks slightly puffed. 

He nudged your side gently with his elbow. You nudged him back, but moved away before he could retaliate and start a nudge war. “Because you sound jealous and it’s funny.”

“I didn’t say I was jealous.”

“I didn’t say you said that.” 

“I’m not jealous,” you corrected.

“Now that’s debatable.” 

Your cheeks flooded with heat, grabbing a pillow off the head of Iwaizumi’s bed to hide the embarrassed look on your face, seconds away from throwing it at him if he started to laugh any louder. You huffed. You were not jealous. There was no way. You just didn’t like imagining one of your best friends with another person doing coupley things that you only wanted him to do with you. But that definitely wasn’t jealousy. 

(Okay, fine. You were jealous. But you couldn’t admit that to Iwaizumi.)

“That’s just your lack of sleep talking,” you sulked, lying down on his bed with a pillow still over your face. “Go to sleep now.” 

“I was asleep. Until someone showed up at my window unannounced and woke me up.” 

“They sound annoying.” 

He barked out a laughter and you felt the weight on the bed shift. The compressed springs near your feet where Iwaizumi sat released its tension before you felt a dip beside you. You held your breath, the warmth from Iwaizumi’s body radiating onto yours.

While sleeping in the same bed together wasn’t as common as just cuddling, it wasn’t something that was exactly rare. There were times when you came over to watch movies or a television series with him until you both passed out on his bed. And other times when he was feeling stressed or you were feeling sad and neither of you wanted to sleep alone. You knew if you called, he would invite you in. And it was the same if he came to you. 

But that didn’t make your heart beat any less rapidly as you waited in anticipation for Iwaizumi to get under the sheets with you. No matter how many times you fell asleep together, that didn’t stop the rush of nerves and tense air of awkwardness from flooding the room. However, it took just one touch to break the ice and before you knew it, you were snuggling up next to him in complete contentment.

“They’re not annoying,” he said firmly, large hand resting on the curve of your hip. “Actually, I’m glad they showed up even though it was three in the morning and I was running on two hours of sleep from the previous day.” You winced at his words, the alcohol gone from your system by now and you realized the insensitivity of your actions. Still, your stomach fluttered when he said he was glad to see you. “Because I missed them too.” 

You blinked slowly. “You’re talking about me right?”

Through the moonlight from the window, you saw him roll his eyes with a grin. “Is there anyone else you think I’d let into my bed at this hour?” 

“Oikawa.” 

He considered it. “Well, maybe. But it wouldn’t so much be me letting him than him weaseling his way in.” 

You nodded solemnly, as if it made perfect sense. Because it did. “Fair enough. He’s the only other person I’d let into my bed like this too,” you admitted, earning a laugh out of the both of you. “Well, besides Oikawa then, there’s no one else you’d sleep with like this?”

“There hasn’t been since we started college. I doubt there would be anyone to change that. Nor would I want anyone to.” 

For the second time tonight, you felt heat rise to your cheeks and had the sudden urge to turn the other way and stare at the wall instead of Iwaizumi. But he held you tight by the waist so you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp— Which did not, at all, help with the flaming face situation. 

He only wanted you? There was a euphoric feeling in your chest when you realized he felt that way, and you felt the same. 

“Someone’s bold tonight,” you managed to choke out, softly pressing your shaky fingers to the center of Iwaizumi’s chest. You felt the outlines of his toned pectorals beneath your palm and you had to remind yourself to keep on breathing.

“It’s from the lack of sleep. Sorry.” He didn’t sound apologetic. In fact, he seemed the opposite of apologetic when he brought you almost imperceptibly closer to him. If you weren’t so aware of the spatial distance (or lack thereof) between the two of you, there was no way you would have noticed. But you did. And you didn’t mind it. “I don’t have my usual filter.”

“Maybe I like you like this,” you said without missing a beat. Your initial reaction was to be embarrassed about the words that just left your mouth, but when you saw his growing smile, you felt a rush of assurance coursing through you. “I always like you, I suppose.”

“Like me?” he prompted, almost teasingly. “In what way?”

You gulped. Was this Iwaizumi being flirty? 

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for him to compliment you and occasionally play around— But if you thought your heart would ever be ready for him to actually flirt, you certainly thought wrong. You weren’t ready at all.

“L-Lots of ways,” you stammered out. “But in particular, the ‘I think you’re cute and I maybe want to date you’ way.” 

“Funny.” His voice was a low whisper that rasped in your ear. “I think I like you in that way too.”

“You think?”

“I know.” 

“Huh. Well, if we both like each other in that way…maybe we should…” you trailed off, feelings of timidness suddenly overcoming you. “You know…” 

“Date?” he supplied with a knowing grin. You nodded bashfully. “Tomorrow.” There was an air of promise and sincerity in his tone. “Let’s get some sleep and then when we wake up we can go on our first date.” 

Tranquility spread through your veins as you let out a happy sigh, your muscles growing lax at your calmed state. Although your heart was beating out of your chest at the prospect of actually dating Iwaizumi, his comforting embrace was enough to lull you into sleep. Your senses were flooded with him—his touch, his smell, the quiet sound of his steady breathing—and you realized there was no other place you’d rather be. 

“Are you sure you won’t be too tired from exams?” you said before sleep overtook the both of you. “And from me waking you up in the middle of the night? Which…sorry for that again, by the way.”

“Don’t apologize. It was worth it,” he mumbled, lips brushing against your forehead as your eyelids fluttered shut. “I’ll always be here when you need me. Even if it’s at three in the morning.” 

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If It Means That Much To You (Mammon x GN!Reader) Slight Angst -> Fluff

I realize now that if I had written this last night and Levi's tonight, I could have posted in the order of the brothers... but I goofed up on that... Whoops! It's slightly angsty, just the teeniest tiniest bit, but soft Mammon is so sweet. I don't write enough for him, feel kinda bad for skimping out on Mammon fics. So here's a Mammon fic!

Word Count : 1.7K Warnings : Slight angst;

The smile spread across your face as you swiped through the pictures that you had taken with your boyfriend. You both looked happy, and it wasn’t fake like those other couples that you had seen way too many times back in the human realm. This was the first time in what seemed like your entire life that you had been one hundred percent, without a doubt, happy. You had someone who loved you more than words would ever let him express, but he didn’t need words to tell you, he always showed you that he did, whether it be through the way he would hold you, or even just the way he looked at you. The way his lips would crash against yours whenever he saw you after being apart for five minutes or more. Even the way that he looked at you, you could see the emotion, so raw, you could feel it, you could almost hear it, just by looking into his eyes. His love, and his adoration for you was unmatched, other than by your own feelings towards him.

It was a perfect relationship, anyone would be able to tell just by looking at the two of you together. They would be able to see it through the multitude of pictures that you took together, pictures that he would never let you upload. Every picture was taken within the House of Lamentation, or somewhere deep in the garden behind the house, places where no one other than his brothers would ever find out that the two of you were together. It never really bothered you, not enough to bring it up to him at least. Lately though, it had been getting under your skin a little more than usual. It could have something to do with the fact that his latest modeling gig had garnered new fans for him, which should have been a good thing, but reading through their comments on his Devilgram posts had bugged you more than it should. He wasn’t the type to feed into their comments, whether they were raunchy or sweet, he would reply with a simple “Thank You” to as many as he could. You on the other hand, you weren’t allowed to comment on any of his posts, and while he hadn’t explained why that was, you just went along with it. At least you could still like them, and that was enough for you, at least up until now.

“Hey Mams, isn’t this picture cute?” You asked, idly flipping through the latest pictures you had taken together. They were taken in his bed after a long night of… fun… Both of you looked especially worn out, but the smiles on your faces were honest, sincere, and you loved waking up next to each other. His and your hair was completely messed up, and neither of you cared. It wasn’t a modeling shot, but it still looked perfect. You wanted to show him off, show the rest of the Devildom that he was yours and you were his, show them how lucky you were, and what better photo to use than one where you’ve woken up together. “I was thinking of uploading it to-”

Those words had caught his attention, drawing his eyes away from his own phone where he was scrolling through more comments and liking them, giving them the basic reply. The thought of you uploading anything like that though had made him stop, and now he was grabbing your phone from your hands and slipping it into his pocket. “Ya don’t haveta upload nothin’. I know we’re happy, so da you… nobody else needs ta know.” He smiled at you as if his words would actually make you feel better, and most of the time they did. It’s not that he was wrong, and maybe demons didn’t fully understand the concept of essentially showing the world that they were happy, that they had found love and being excited about that, but in the human realm it was a normal thing.

“Alright… I’m gonna go get myself some breakfast… you want anything?” You didn’t want to argue with him about it, you didn’t want to blow it up into something that it didn’t need to be, so changing the subject entirely was the best option. You pushed yourself up off the couch and started heading towards the door, grabbing your jacket off the edge of the bed on your way over. You turned back to face him, to see if he was going to answer your question, and he was turned completely around on the couch, pouting up at you. “You don’t have to worry, Mammon. I’m taking Beel with me.” Which was something you always did when you went to get breakfast… or really any food related item. Mammon was one who worried about your safety often, and since he didn’t like going out in public places with you, he would always tell you to have one of his brothers take you.

His pout only grew as his eyebrows lowered, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t really sure what he was trying to do or why he was even doing it, but you were hungry, and you really wanted to know if he wanted anything so you could get going. “Well… just remember who yer first demon was. Beel ain’t no better than me.” He huffed before turning back around and you were left in the doorway feeling nothing but confusion. You weren’t even sure what he meant by that, it made absolutely no sense to you. Obviously you thought Mammon was the better brother out of them all, you wouldn’t put up with so much of his crazy antics or try so hard to keep him out of trouble if he wasn’t your favorite. He also never had a problem with Beel taking you before, so you weren’t quite sure why it was a problem now. “Tell ya no and ya wanna go runnin’ off ta get food with Beel…”

“You know… I can still hear you.” He had whispered the last part, but his whispering sounded more like breathy screaming, especially when he was irritated by something… something that he shouldn’t even be irritated by. “I can go with Asmo or Satan… It doesn’t have to be Beel.” He groaned at the other two brother choices and now you were getting irritated. You didn’t know what he wanted, you were confused, and you were hungry, and he wasn’t explaining anything, and it was just really really annoying. “I don’t know what you want! You don’t want to be seen together, you don’t want me to leave the house by myself, and you don’t want me to leave the house with your brothers either. What do you want?”

His head whipped around so he could face you again, his eyebrows quivering slightly as he looked at you, his voice softer now. “I never said I didn’t wanna be seen with ya…” He sighed, shaking his head. “I just didn’t want anything ta happen…” You weren’t sure what he meant, or what could possibly happen if the two of you were seen together. Simple Devilgram photos couldn’t be enough to stir up problems, could they?

That’s when your brain, your already ticked off and, at this point, hangry brain started piecing together the puzzle, or at least, you thought you were piecing it together. “You mean you didn’t want your fans to get upset… If they saw a picture of you with someone they’d stop giving you likes and commenting on your posts.” His eyes narrowed as he listened to your assumption. He was shocked and even… hurt… that you’d think that that was why he didn’t want you to be seen with him. What was more upsetting was that he had apparently, at some point, given you reason to believe that he cared more about his fan base than he did about you.

He got up off the couch quickly, practically running to you and pulling you into his arms. You weren’t sure if you were just hearing things or if he was actually crying, or maybe he was coming down with a cold… but you could definitely hear him sniffling. “It ain’t about them… It’s about you…” He took a shaky breath, and that slightly verified your thoughts that he was crying, or at least on the verge of it. His hand held the back of your head, keeping your face buried in his chest so that you couldn’t see him, but you could still hear him, his voice vibrating his chest as he spoke. “I owe lotsa Grimm ta lotsa people… demons… witches… I dunno if they’d try ta snatch ya up… take ya away from me ta get their money back…” He finally took a step back, cupping your face lightly as you finally looked up at him. “I don’t want nothin’ ta happen to ya… I don’t wanna lose ya, Y/N…”

“Mammon… I-” You felt awful, terrible for even assuming that he would care more about his fans than your feelings. You had never once thought that he was doing it to look out for you, to take care of you because you meant that much to him… Because he loved you. Sometimes you fail to remember that he was greedy, and he did like to gamble, and usually that money came from other people's pockets. It was hard to remember because with you he was completely different, he never asked for your money and all of your dates were free, spent in his room or the living room or the gardens just enjoying your time together. Everything he did… he did it for you.

“It’s okay… If it means that much ta ya… Upload the pic… If it makes ya happy… I’ll even go out with ya… keep ya safe. No one messes with The Great Mammon’s human…” He smiled proudly, and you let out a small giggle as you shook your head. You didn’t want to worry him anymore than he already did about you, he didn’t need that.

“I know we’re happy… You know we’re happy… No one else needs to know… Right?” The words that he had said earlier made more sense now. You both were happy, and if anyone else knew, it could potentially ruin both of your happiness.

Things were perfect just the way they were. You had the perfect relationship, and it meant way more to you than a little picture being uploaded onto the internet.

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