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cloudcountry · 1 year

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why not me?

SUMMARY: They're in love with you, but there's one thing getting in the way. That thing? The fact that they aren't your favorite person (and never will be.)

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students minus Ignihyde.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: Cater feeling like he's second place because your attention is IMMEDIATELY captured by someone else when you're together makes my soul hurt. Did I write it anyway? Yes. Every time I write Epel I'm reminded of how hard it is for me to grasp his character AJHSDFAJHS

This fic is related to the drabble why me?! linked here!! that part is a fluffy part for idia since there was no one else i could write romantic content for in his dorm C: idia kissers get out of this one........

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Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts fails to see the appeal. And no, he’s not saying that because he’s jealous. He just doesn’t get how you and Ace can talk about anything and everything and do it with smiles on your faces. Riddle’s tried so hard to get your attention, almost pathetically so, and it’s like he’ll never be anything more than Housewarden to you. He resigns himself to his fate of getting over you when he sees the two of you hugging, loud proclamations of never wanting to let go ringing through his ears like a death toll.

Trey Clover can’t blame you. He really can’t, because both you and Cater have such magnetic personalities that seem to just click. Yes, it hurts, because he wishes he could be the one you lean on at Unbirthday parties, taking silly pictures and posting them to Magicam with sappy captions. Though, he supposes that isn’t his style. Maybe he’s too boring for you, he’s been called that before. As long as you’re happy though, Trey supposes he doesn’t mind. He just wishes things could have gone different.

Cater Diamond's content being your friend. That’s what he tells himself, just another lie stacked upon castles and castles of them. Even the Queen of Hearts can’t compete with his towering structure, built of his facade and held up by his pride. He takes pictures with you but avoids the heart emoji, he holds up bunny ears behind your head but avoids pressing his lips to your cheek. He keeps you at arms length, because whenever you’re with Trey, it’s so obvious he’s the one you’d want. He posts another picture, this one of you and him at the Unbirthday party, and it’s only him and you that knows that the failed shot was of you spinning around at the sound of Trey’s voice the second the camera went off.

Ace Trappola doesn’t understand your taste in men. You hang around Deuce all the time and make him all flustered and it makes his blood boil. His heart seizes every time he sees the two of you together and he knows it’s because he loves you. You, who always laughs at his jokes and puts up with his stupid shit and who told him that he wasn’t a burden to be around when he and Deuce got into a fight. That same person who he treasures so dearly treasures the person that could not be more different from him, and for once Ace knows he should just give up because you’ll never be his.

Deuce Spade finds himself getting angry more often than he’d like. It’s irrational most of the time, little parts of his delinquent side coming out when he least wants it to. You’ve seen that side of him before. He wishes you hadn’t. Because maybe if you hadn’t, you’d like him more than his own Housewarden, who you’re currently feeding bits of strawberry tart to. Riddle’s face is bright red and Deuce feels his grip on his fork growing tighter. A pit of ugly jealousy twists in his stomach as Riddle mumbles something that makes you laugh, and Deuce can’t help but wonder where he went wrong.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar can’t find it in himself to care. Not when you’re fawning over Jack like he’s the greatest student NRC has ever had, not when you spend every waking moment with him, not when your conversations with Leona become shorter and shorter. He finds himself waking up alone time and time again, without a cheerful call of his name from outside his door and your blurry form bringing him little snacks. He grumbles as he hears your laugh from outside his door, except you keep walking. Of course you wouldn’t check on him, but he can’t help but get his hopes up every time. Pathetic.

Ruggie Bucchi feels a pit in his stomach as you lean your head on Leona’s shoulder, pointing out something in his textbook that the prince isn’t even paying attention to. Ruggie grips his magical pen tighter, gritting his teeth as Leona grumbles something incoherent and flops on your shoulder in return. You look embarrassed, Ruggie realizes, tearing his eyes away from the display in front of him. He’s never seen Leona this happy. He’s never seen you this happy. Not even when you’re with him.

Jack Howl doesn’t want to question your choices. He adores you, as gruff and cold as his affection may be. He wishes he could express his emotions better when he sees you and Ruggie, laughing and smiling and touching each other like it isn’t a big deal. He feels like he can’t breathe when he sees you two holding hands, and he feels nauseous when Ruggie leans his head on your shoulder. There’s a part of his brain that he hates that whispers jealous little thoughts into his ears, thoughts that he’s ashamed to admit are his. Great Seven, why couldn’t you be like that to him?

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto feels sick to his stomach as he watches you talk animatedly to Jade, eyes shimmering like the stars the Vice Housewarden loved to admire. He sees the exact same look in Jade’s eyes, the look he has when he looks at his mushrooms or when he talks about a new bird he spotted on the trails, except it’s different. Azul doesn’t want to put a word to it, not when you reach for Jade’s hand and he takes it, because all Azul can think of is how that should be him.

Jade Leech is a background character in your life. That’s the role he’s been assigned and that’s the role he’s decided to be content with. He knows you won’t give him anything more than a fleeting glance, not when you’re hanging off Floyd’s arm like he’s everything you see. Jade is just a smear on the window, a blurry afterimage of his brother. There’s no use contemplating what you could have seen if you looked a bit deeper, because you didn’t. You favor his twin, and he can do nothing about it.

Floyd Leech knows what it’s like to want something someone else has, but never like this. It’s always been a feeling that surfaced when Jade got a treat before him, but this is not that. This is you, his Little Shrimpy, giving Azul your undivided attention while he talks about the monthly earnings of the Mostro Lounge. He whines and pouts and hollers into your ear, only to be pat on the head and ignored again like he’s only an afterthought. Azul gets to have all the fun with his Shrimpy, and that’s not fair.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim invites you over as often as he can. He’s cheery and excited and absolutely delighted by your company as he shovels food onto your plate. Maybe he’s an idiot or maybe he's just dense, but he somehow misses the glances you send Jamil when he exits the kitchen. It hits Kalim like a truck one day when Jamil offers you heart shaped cakes, displayed all prettily on Scarabia’s best golden platter. You look taken aback but flustered, lashes fluttering as you turn your gaze to Jamil. He smiles down at you with a softness that Kalim has never seen him wear, and it’s like a knife in the heart. Oh. It’s Jamil. You’re accepting his invitation for Jamil. Oh Great Seven, you’re in love with Jamil. He excuses himself with a fleeting smile, running to his dorm room the second he’s out of view, collapsing onto his bed with a broken sob. Why did it hurt so much?! He should be happy for you.

Jamil Viper doesn’t even bother. You have his heart resting in the palms of your hands, but it’s like the weight of the organ is nothing because you can ignore it so easily. He watches you every day, observing your habits and mannerisms. He brings you and Kalim snacks as you laugh and study and talk, talk as casually as friends do, and Jamil wonders what it would be like to have that with you. He can’t though. He can’t, because he’d be competing with Kalim again and that’s never worked out in his favor anyway. Kalim always has to win, even if Jamil has to give up the one person who took the time to think about how he felt.

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit likes to pretend he doesn’t mind. He pretends he doesn’t like you as much as he does, because if he lets his emotions show you’ll surely feel obligated to apologize to him. He watches you as you talk happily with Rook, your hands intertwined and swinging as if you’re together already. The thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth, but he says nothing as the two of you prattle on. Leave it to you to capture a few hearts on campus and break most of them, Vil Schoenheit’s included.

Rook Hunt thinks the way you look at Epel is beautiful, though he wishes it were him. He honestly doesn’t mind that much, even if he yearns to see that same affection boring into his soul. He’s content for now, watching you watch Epel, the affectionate look on your face reflected on Rook’s. It’s painfully obvious to him what’s happening in that little heart of Epel’s as he returns your look, and as long as Rook gets to see you bloom with love then he’ll be satisfied. (Rook Hunt is also, unfortunately, a liar, and he knows it will hurt him in the end.)

Epel Felmier grits his teeth as you greet Vil with a cheery “hi beautiful,” and he returns the sentiment in kind. The way you two smile at each other makes him feel sick, so much so that he pushes away his food. Whenever the two of you are in the same vicinity, it's like Epel can't breathe anymore. He refuses to acknowledge what the feeling is, because that would be losing. Of course. Of course of everyone his first love could have picked, they fell in love with the one man he disliked more than anything.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia gets a sinking feeling in his chest whenever he sees you with Lilia. He thought you and him were friends, close enough to act casual with each other. He’s never had that with someone before, and he’s definitely never felt this before you. Beautiful, accepting, kind you. But when he sees you with Lilia, goofing off and laughing and smiling, he realizes that what he thought was special meant absolutely nothing to you.

Lilia Vanrouge thinks the situation is funny in the cruelest way possible. He stares at you with affection blooming in his eyes, and yet he sees you look at Silver the same way. Lilia has lived a long time, and he knows nothing lasts forever, but the fact that he never even got to have you will always eat away at him. As long as he gets to see the growing affection in Silver’s eyes grow for you too, he thinks he will be okay.

Sebek Zigvolt can’t blame you! You’re so obviously in love with Malleus, and what an excellent choice you’ve made, human! There is no one…better in the love…department than...the Young Master...He can’t do this. Why won’t you look at him? There isn’t a single thing he can train or improve that would ever steal your attention from his Master, and Sebek knows it’s blasphemy to try. So why does he want so badly? Why does seeing you and his Master make him so bitter?

Silver shuts his eyes. Sebek is loud as usual, and your attention has been completely captured by him. He’s aware that he tends to blend in, especially when Sebek is around, but knowing that doubles as an excuse. Of course you’re not paying attention to Silver, because he’s sleeping and Sebek is talking. It isn’t until he sees the two of you walking and talking together, his fellow guard’s cheeks red as he turns his head away from you, that he realizes you act like that regardless of whether Silver’s around or not. Because you like Sebek, not him.

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tigertale · 1 year

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A/N: Is it bad that I can relate a little too much to Yuuya? Anyway, reader is insecure and Ace is an ass. A good 10k words??? I can't assure you a good quality throughout the entire fic

A/N 2: I died and revived halfway through writing the fic and the scenario went brrr (started this during December 2022 oops)

F!Reader; Ace

•〔　！〕Smut; First time; Grammatical errors; Not proofread

Ace looked at the sorry excuse the prefect of the Ramshackle dorm was.

She had unconsciously curled up into her seat, not because of the light almost see through clothes that served as a poor excuse for pajamas, but most probably because of how insecure she was about getting closer to the boy. And the sight made the clench in his ribs almost unbearable.

He was kind of stupid wasn't he? Suddenly barging into her place in the middle of the night despite having insulted her a few hours ago. It had taken for her to properly guide the unlucky chandelier group — aka him, the magicless student, whoever this dormmate of his was and a highly sensitive beast — through the obstacle the mine monster was for him to realize that she wasn't as boring as what he had told her. And now that he was before her, he remembered how he had never properly apologized.

He opened his mouth, but it seemed that the two of them had the same idea as their voices overlapped over one another. It resulted in an awkward silence that became a just as awkward game of "you first." And his persistence made him win the game.

Her knees brushed against one another as she tried to get her words out. "I know that the couch is not comfortable, so if you want you can always sleep in my bed." Eh? That was even more unexpected than what he had imagined. Didn't she mean that she wanted him to leave? Wasn't she supposed to be angry at him for how he had belittled her so far? And he made sure to voice those thoughts to her.

"I guess that… I am a little angry about that. But I don't like being caught in problems, and I don't want you to sleep under the rain too." The water drop that hit his face empathized her claim. As he wept it off his cheek with the back of his blazer and cursed the shady state of the building, he thought about how kind she was. Too much even. He was not one to be bothered by such things, but he was oh so guilty when she would selflessly try to bring him comfort — and at the back of his mind, the idea that someone other than would take advantage of it surely grew to become something he feared.

He drapped his arms over the back of the sofa, a playful smile hanging on his lips. "So~ You're okay with letting me sleep in your bed? You can't take it back once you've said yes!" A yelp left his mouth as a coil found fun by jabbing his behind.

"I've already proposed it to you… I can't just take it back now." Right! That's why he had said that she was boring. She had never talked back, they had been glued to each other for an entire day but she was just being placide and let everything unfold before her. It was a shame, especially after he had seen how she had the power to easily fix problems and had a complex yet interesting way of thinking. But so, at least he didn't have to beg to have things go his way. It would've been awkward to use the argument of his slim body to gain even the slightest bit of sympathy.

"Then come on, lead the way." She sighed as she got up, clearly displeased by the way he was addressing her, but not wanting to express it.

After they had entered the room, she had gone straight to bed, watching from time to time as he got himself ready to sleep. The urge to tease her about it died whenever he looked at her. Her eyes, expressing how expectant she was for him to finish, stopped him from doing so. And the way she was coddled up under the cover like a child made the guilt come back. She looked cute like that, and that was a damn stupid thought for him to have.

He eventually slid under the cover, his buttoned up shirt was partially open and he had kept his trousers on to keep some kind of decency. She did mention that he was allowed to sleep in his underwear after he had jokingly asked about it, arguing that she was used to it as she had brothers, and if needed she could put pillows in-between them. It may have been too straightforward for him, and before he could properly think about it he had already disagreed saying that it was only a joke.

Minutes passed where the two of them thought about the one by their side in silence. Their reflexions going from a simple "he's stupid" to more complex ones. And Ace was not one to keep himself from expressing his opinions. If he had something to say, then he would say it. "You're too kind, you know? Think about yourself more, you need to strengthen yourself a bit." It broke the stillness between them.

She shuffled under the cover, pulling it even higher above her face as if to hide it. Not that he could even see her half lidded eyes, dropped with sadness, to begin with as it was too dark. "Am I not already?" He turned towards her, unconsciously trying to make out the shape of her face despite knowing that he couldn't. "I'm "kind" as you say, but for me it's only a mean to avoid any problems that can be an obstacle to my peace. I just want to be comfortable, and I'll do anything to be. Isn't that egoism?" The silence that followed made her question her words, forgetting about the boy laying beside her. Just like everyone she had needs that had to be fulfilled, and those needs were the only thing that pushed her forward despite the hole in her heart. If she couldn't have her family by her side, if she couldn't let go of this loneliness, she could at least work out something that will compensate and make her forget about those worries.

"You're as kind as you're dumb to say things like that without hesitation." She almost choked at his words, and the snickers that followed let her understand that he had found fun in her short surprise. Part of the dip beside her disappeared as he sat up. "Shit I've never imagined talking about this kind of stuff so late at night… So what? Now it's selfish to wish for something and to work for it? And you could've just given me the sofa, but you've still offered me the bed because I could've caught a cold. If you feel that you have any obligation related to my health then you might as well be kind." A whine left the back of her throat before she could have stopped it.

She hated those words. "Kind." She was just a normal and average human being, she didn't like those labels that would be thrown at her whether she liked it or not. It was distressing in a way how some people felt the need to put nice words for her as if she had deserved it.

The mattress once again dipped, but this time on each side of her face. She was surprised that his hands were caging her head and his hot breath fawning over her face. He was on all four above her, he had moved so swiftly she had barely had the time to register it. "It seems to me that you're just overthinking." She felt the heat of his body licking her skin as he got closer to her, his arms bending and allowing him to do so. "I can try and make you forget about it, what do you think?"

He patiently waited, knowing that it may seem to her that his request was out of the blue. But she was oh so tempting, and he couldn't stop thinking about her ever since they had left each other after the mine incident. He had never been interested in these kinds of things but somehow she was messing with his internal compass, messing with his mind and reminding him that he was still so full of needs that were left unattended for a while already. And hey, she needed to get rid of those intrusive thoughts, and he wanted her. So he might as well kill two birds with one stone.

"Do you have a condom?" A what now? She let out another sigh, one that he knew he would get accustomed to, and traced the side of his face with the tip of her fingers.

"It doesn't seem like you had sex before." Now he was surprised. For her to say such crude words without any shame but at the same time struggling to tell him off when he was annoying her. And the way he just shut himself off made her assume that she was right (and she was.) "I'm not more experienced than you, but I know a thing or two. And I know that we need a condom."

"Why? It's not like you can get pregnant on your first time?" The high pitched noise that rang through the room as she slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand was way more effective in letting Ace know just how stupid she thought he was than a mere sigh.

"I… don't think that I have the willpower to explain things in-depth to you at the moment." She gently took his hands and sat up to be at the same level as where she believed his face was. "Just know that yes I can, and we won't do a thing without a condom." She plopped herself back in the bed and set herself back to sleep.

"Sleep tight, Ace. Have nice dreams."

He had yet to move from where he was kneeling. She had put an end so easily to the conversation, he was even doubting that it had ever happened. What the hell were those things she knew, and why was he curious to hear about it? But eventually he came back to the problem at hand as he settled too on his side of the bed. "Where am I even supposed to get those?"

"800 students, some of them are bound to develop some kind of physical relationship." He hummed at that, as if to say that he was giving it some thought even if he didn't care about it. "The infirmary must give some condoms to avoid STDs. Or there's a shop on the way here, maybe they're selling some there." Oh so she was telling him where to look for those. As much as he liked the idea of getting close to her —and wow, it was his first time ever wanting someone this much— he didn't trust himself to actually have the courage to buy them. Even imagining getting them was enough of a hassle for him. Having condoms was not his top priority and he was lazy just thinking about them.

"Thanks I guess." Well too bad, they won't have sex. But maybe that was a good thing. He was not one to follow societal wildly spread conceptions (as your first-time was important) but maybe that this once, it wouldn't be a bad thing to listen to them.

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He came back the very next day. Condom in hand.

Now, to avoid any misunderstanding, it would be nice to mention that he wasn't desperate enough to get them. If anything he had told himself that he wouldn't get them and that he should just forget about getting more intimate with her.

Yet, it had seemed that his dorm had other plans. His senior, Cater he believed his name was, had suddenly given him a handful of those plastic packages of various sizes. "Riddle's order! Every frosh are to be safe!☆" He had said when he saw how appalled Ace was. It was actually more of the nurse's order after she had chewed Crowley out for the lack of security in the school. He also added that they were to have every size to be sure to have something that fits them, it would be bad if it was too small for them to wear, right? Not every dorm was particularly uptight about this rule, and even fewer of them tried to hand them the right size — so far only Heartslabyul and Pomefiore had made this kind effort. While Riddle wasn't exactly fond of this rule, rules are rules and he still cared for those under him, so he might as well go all out.

Now the school's problem had become his, and he didn't know how to approach her. He was already in front of the rundown building after asking his dormhead the permission to sleep at her place, but how should he bring the subject back? He didn't care about how others may see him, but she was somehow a different story.

After taking a deep breath, he knocked. It didn't take long for the door to open and he cheerfully greeted her, a hand scratching the back of his head. "Hey prefect! You don't mind me crashing at your place again, right?" She stared blankly before welcoming him with a small "sure" that led to a dutiful silence. And this awkward smile on her lips was a nightmare to look at. How could it both drive him away but also stir his heart so badly?

As he entered, he finally saw her lack of clothes. The only pair of pants she had had been ditched somewhere and replaced with shorts that could barely be seen above her dirty white blouse. Upon further inspection, her entire body was painted with black spots and her buttoned up shirt had turned a dark brown with whatever liquid had drenched it.

"Errh, what happened to you?" She looked down at her poor state before becoming even more reserved. He was surprised to see her pouting as she awkwardly pulled at her clothes.

"I was trying to see what was wrong with the water heater, I hate having to shower with a bucket." She sighed as she stretched her back, hands placed on her back as she bent backwards. "But the thing is beaten down, there's no way I'll have hot water any time soon." She whined even louder and great seven, it was the first time he had ever heard her being so genuine! She even sounded approachable. If she kept such extraversion, surely the bullying would slowly soften. She wasn't an opportunist after all, and they would come to understand this.

"If you really need, I can always sneak you in my dorm. You won't mind sleeping with me, right?" The smirk that had formed on his lips paired with the boyish popular facial expression made her giggle. What was he trying to do? Didn't he say that sleeping with her was "meh"? (No offense, she did sense that he was joking) She turned around and walked him to the living room, her shoulders still shaking as she tried to hide her laughter.

He marveled at the state of the parlor. He had last entered it less than a day before, but it was vastly different then what he had remembered! She sat him down as he continued to watch his surroundings. "I tried to clean up a bit but it's still dirty… I'm sorry for the mess."

"What are you? A perfectionist?" She may have only removed a few paintings and thrown a worn out blanket over the sofa, it was enough for the room to change. "This is good enough." She gently laughed, still not quite sure how to react to the compliment.

Knowing the person Ace was —or at least had a semblance of an idea of it— she tried not to let the silence between them linger and asked him if he wanted to sit so as to not make things awkward. It may have had the contrary effect because he was frowning as he made himself comfortable on the couch. And when she asked if he wanted a coffee to drink he just snapped.

"What are you? An old woman? Stop acting like one, shit. 'Is so fucking boring…" He grumbled the last part and crossed his arms. His annoyed eyes were sending daggers as she was left trying to find her words, mouth repeatedly opening and closing.

She eventually brought her fist up and coughed inside after finally snapping out of her surprise. "So… why did you come here?" She tried not to think much of his words. They only fed her insecurities, but if she were to express them right now, wouldn't it just confirm what he had said? If anything, she had learnt that talking about feelings was considered "boring" by most people her age. "And what's up with the bag?" She tried to change the subject by pointing said object with a finger, but it actually made him uneasy.

He tried to answer, catching himself multiple times to rectify and find the right words before eventually giving up. Instead he gave her said bag. "Condoms." He said right when she opened it.

Much to his displeasure, the silence that they (more like she, he didn't make any efforts so far to make her feel better) had tried so hard to push away all this time had finally found its way in their conversation. She was carefully processing what was before her and by the time she had eventually come to accept what it was, he had become a small puddle of sweat.

"I didn't expect you to have so much in so little time." He blushed furiously at that and took the bag back. He was furious, seething, by what she was implying. He was NOT a pervert! And he wouldn't let her think so! Or that's what he tried to convince himself to think because he sure as hell was more embarrassed about it than angry. After all, it's the exact image he didn't want her to have about him.

But she was far from thinking this and– no, actually, a part of her was impressed by how obsessed and eager he may have been, even if that's not the actual case.

"Hey dumbass! What makes you think I prepared all of these?!" He sat back down, putting all his plastic square packages in between his legs. One hand was tightly gripping his thigh while the other was hiding his bright red face from her. "Some older guy in my dorm gave me those, apparently it's a dorm rule for every student to receive them at the beginning of the year…" His voice barely escaped from his fingers, only managing to come out as an almost indescribable grumbling.

"Then it's a good coincidence for us." She came closer to him and much to his embarrassment, she put a hand in the bag, grazing her hand against and stimulating his growing hard on as she rummaged through it to grab a few of the small packages. She eventually fished out a couple of the condoms, and showed them off to the boy. "So which one's your size?"

"How the hell should I know?"

She deflated at that. "Come on, every boy has measured it at least once. Isn't it important for you all to know about it —so you can compare it in the boy locker room?" The last part wasn't pronounced, but her understood her innuendo. He did actually measure it, but he wasn't going to talk about it so casually. His lack of answer only pulled a sigh out of her, one that quickly made him cower inside the uncomfortable sofa. She had moved to be on her knees, a soothing hand caressing his thighs as she looked up at him. "If you really don't know then I'll have to try each one of them. One by one."

Her fingers started playing with the zipper of his trousers, pulling it open with an ease that almost made him question if she really was new to this. "W- Wait!" He stopped what she was doing by taking her hands in his. She looked at him, fixating on something other than the clothed bulge that was now out for her to see. "What a-are you doing? I- I'm not-... I mean no! I-I a…m actually…!"

She nodded and pulled her hands down against her bent knees. He sighed at her action, but quickly straightened back. There was no way in hell she had understood what he was trying to say, so why was she nodding understandingly. There were many ways for her to misinterpret it, and if she actually did, he didn't know what he would do–

"Ah yes, consent. I understand if you don't want to. I got ahead of myself and thought we were about to do it, I'm deeply sorry for assuming things and—"

He cut her off with an undignified "eeh?!" that made her tilt her head to the side. "Where the hell is this story about consent coming from?" She was about to answer but he shook his head from side to side. "You know what, I don't even want to know." He continued talking, explaining that what he was actually trying to say was his size. Dick size. And that she didn't have to test each condom.

She picked up and ripped a packet of the right size open with a relieved sigh. "I was honestly scared of wasting so much condoms." She took the rubber out and examined it closely before watching the lubricant stretching into a bridge between her fingers. "I've never actually put a condom on something before so it's a first for me." She put it back on the opened package and went back to working with his now rocking hard cock.

"Please don't be too harsh with me."

He gulped down the excess of saliva to try and cool off his face. She was adorable like that, pulling out his member, or more it being freed and slapping her square in the face. She let out a dissatisfied sound as she rubbed her eyes from the precum that had gotten on her eyelids.

"You're not circumcised." She pulled the foreskin down to let the head of his cock free for her to see. If the precum was a lot before, now that the tip was out in the open, she could see just how much of a mess it was. She hummed as she circled the hole at the very top of it and enjoyed each of his twitching. "I've never seen an uncircumcised one so close… but don't worry, as long as you're clean, I'm down for you." She let out a string of "hehe" that made his blood pump faster. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back so that she could directly connect her eyes with his.

"Stop joking around already." She agreed to do so in a tone that almost made him question whether she would really do it or not, and went back to her forgotten condom.

She recited, one by one, every step needed to put a condom on under her breath, guiding herself into doing it as Ace visibly didn't have much knowledge. Once it was done, she brightened up and happily clapped his thigh, which made him hiss with pain.

"In one go!" She happily said with a proud smile that was all too bright for him. His fingers that were still planted into the root of her hair brought her attention back to the twitching member in front of her by angling it back to where it was at first.

"A-Ah wait… I'm a bit nervous… I've never done this before." But she was only shoved forward as an answer, her cheek planting against his pelvis. His penis was now right before her nose and mockingly staring back.

"Then you'll learn." She timidly sniffed it, something that took him aback.

She pecked it at first, trying to see how it would go, and the first impression being quite good, she switched to small stripes being licked along his shaft. While it was rather tasteless for her, his breath was heavy and his body had become unbearably hot.

He popped a few buttons of his shirt open, letting his chest breath as she moved to the base of his dick where two fingers were tightly pressing it. He didn't expect to feel all of her touches so vividly with a condom on, but she had once again found a way to surprise him.

His fingers moved from the back, where he painfully was gripping the small hairs along her nape, to the top of her head when she finally shifted her attention back to the tip of his shaft. A hand still lingered at the base where she kept a tight grip while the other was pumping up and down.

It started with small kisses that quickly became her pumping his cock in her mouth. The first try had left her a coughing mess, but the second was much more successful after making her hand into a fist. He did marvel for a second at the technique, wondering if it would actually work, but his mind went into shambles when the warmth of her cavity wrapped his lower half in a steamy hug.

She tried to peek up at him, wanting to see his facial expression, but couldn't do so as his hand only but pressed her further down his aching shaft. Later, when he would cum inside the plastic protection, she would have the time to see it as he would bask into his aftermath.

And it may have come earlier than what she had expected because he removed himself from her mouth not long after. He fisted his rod as he kept her in front of him. Was it because he wanted to get off to her face or because he imagined her covering with his cum? He didn't know, but both were good endings for him.

He eventually came, the condom swelling with the amount of sperm he had let out and she just watched, fascinated, as it did so. He came rather fast, but she was not worried at all, and she was ready to comfort him if he ever felt down about it. It was normal for a first-time, and she was more curious about the taste than the time.

"Was it good?" She asked as she started to take the condom off. She carefully carved the sight of his flushed face, drooling and seemingly fucked out of his mind, in her memories. She was not one to masturbate, but this image could only become a great fantasy for her to get off to for the next following days.

He let out a small moan as he stretched his back and tilted his head down to see what she was doing. "Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so good actually." Thankfully he had finished his words in time, she had started to remove the condom, and he feared just how embarrassing it would have been if he had to explain why he had stopped talking halfway through. She was pushing every last bit of his cum out of the plastic and onto the tongue she had stuck out.

A humm left her as she swallowed it all, a thumb passing over her lips and chin to pick any leftovers before popping it inside her mouth. "It's kind of sweet. You should watch your diet." He groaned as she merely laughed.

"Shut up. I'm not here for diet advice." His words only made her laugh harder.

But she quickly came to a stop. "Ah wait, that was a bad move." She got up and dusted herself with a sigh under his curious eyes. "You can still get STDs by swallowing semence."

"Are you implying that I have STDs?" It seemed to get on his nerves, and she quickly tried to reiterate her words.

She sat on his legs and shook her head. "No, but there's always a possibility even if you're a virgin." For whatever reason, the last word made him frown even more. Why do boys his age have to be so hard to work with? His ego was truly something else. "There's also a possibility that I have those, so don't take it as something personal. I'm just trying to make you pick up good habits."

But he didn't listen. Now that she was on him, he could feel her warm and dripping cunt on his limp manhood. Even with two layers of clothes, it was impossibly wet and coated him with her juice. He had put two hands on her hips as she was talking and had started to grind her against him.

She quickly saw what he was doing and gently wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back to press her chest against his open one. "You've barely come a minute ago, shouldn't you wait before going back to it?" But he merely groaned as an answer and buried his face in the junction of her neck.

He continued his movements, which have been gradually increasing in force, as her heavy breath picked up with the pace and blessed his ears.

Still pressed against him, she slid to fingers in-between their body to continue his previous work. The last buttons of his shirt were popped open and she removed the piece of cloth from him.

"Aaah… W- Wait…" she gently pushed her hands against his chest and backed from the rod grinding against her. "We need another condom." He mindlessly nodded but felt awfully frustrated when her fingers left him to search for a new piece of rubber.

She did the same as before after opening the package, saying aloud what she was doing as she pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it over his shaft.

He curiously watched as she raised herself above his rocking hard erection, her expression rather unsure and her bottom lip tightly grasped in-between her teeth. "Uh, shouldn't I prepare you or something." He was not one to care much about others, but surely she wasn't about to put herself through pain, right?

She flushed at his words and nervously tapped his shoulders. "Don't worry… We'll just go slowly." She had thought that he had forgotten about it all. With how uncomfortable she was with her body, she thought it would be best for her to just skip such steps so she could avoid any types of embarrassment. Surely the pain won't be so bad if they were to take their time.

He didn't push her further on, thankfully for her, and she slowly pushed herself against him. And maybe that she should have thought twice about this lame idea because she had to stop when the tip was barely in. The blush on his cheeks came back when she once again pressed her chest to his, except this time hissing and twitching.

A few minutes passed where the two of them were too engrossed in both their current fixation — him enjoying the feel of her clothed breasts against him and her laboured breath, and she, focusing on his fast beating heart, before he came back to the current situation at hand. "Uhh, you're sure you're good?"

"Yeah…Yeah yeah." She mindlessly nodded as she took the chance to continue her way down his shaft. Despite the slight uncomfortable feeling of being full, she had indeed relaxed. She eventually came to a stop when her ass was pressed against his thighs and it pulled a moan out of him that she gladly let her ego feed on.

"Uh, you seem to like it." He didn't answer, his mind far too gone for him to properly care about the comment. He still buried his face in the crook of her neck when he felt her sliding off his cock.

She was using his shoulders as a leverage, two tight hands marking his skin with the crescent shapes of her nails, and slowly pulled herself upwards. At the same time, his face followed the shape of her body that was pressed against him. His nose ended up brushing her clothed breasts. And the material scratching his skin successfully pulled him out of his reveries.

Once she was high enough, the tip barely peeking from her cunt, she went back down. Although more easily this time. Both of their voice resonated in the empty room, and she was thankful that no-one was around to hear them — or at least they didn't make themselves known and avoided the parlour, which was just as good actually.

He was tempted to dig his fingers in the small of her back to switch to a faster pace, but the fabric that was still hiding her upper body was more bothering at the moment. His shaky hands moved to her buttoned up shirt, the way she was bouncing and moaning on top of him almost making him forget about what he was trying to do, and started undoing the buttons one by one. He deemed his mission complete when half of the blouse was open and didn't waste time diving in her breasts to bite and lick whatever parcel of skin was welcoming him.

Her whimpers and hitched breath only increased as shivers would rack her body to the point that she was only but uncontrollably twitching. And when her pace eventually faltered, Ace was sure to take over, two hands grasping her ass and jumping her on his thighs as he continued to shamelessly bite the top of her chest.

The dents of his zipper painfully turned her skin red with every thrust. But in the heat of the moment and the different overlapping sensations, it only further stimulated the coil that was painfully tightening in her lower half and made her voice higher.

She thanked whatever divine being she could imagine, her mind fading to a blank state with each of his trusts inside her and her body so hot that she feared that she would just succumb to it all. Her stomach twisted painfully when his pace suddenly picked up, something that she had never experienced before, and made her wonder if her end was getting closer.

But he stopped right when she felt herself reaching her peak.

He groaned as he let himself rest against the sofa. Now limp, he wasn't maintaining her body up, and she just fell forward against him.

How frustrating it was, her lower half was still pulsating with pleasure, and she couldn't understand why he stopped. "Ace, are you done?" She whispered from his shoulder, where her head was resting. He pressed a hand against his forehead before removing the sweat and hairs sticking on it.

"Uh…" oh he was still very much basking into the aftermath of his climax, and it took a while for her words to be understood by him, she even repeated herself when she heard how lost he was. "Yeah… yeah, shit that was– fucking shit it's-" He tried to utter some kind of answer but his mind was too much of a mess for him to properly think. At least he understood what she said now.

She sighed, tempted to press a kiss against the skin of his neck, but they weren't close enough for her to do it, right? If they were just some kind of one night stand (it's the middle of the afternoon,) they shouldn't kiss, it would be weird, wouldn't it?

She didn't expect her first time to end so abruptly. Yes she didn't hold many expectations, knowing that it would never be perfect, but she was still very upset. She eventually forced herself to think that they weren't even close to begin to even fathom him taking care of her like a boyfriend would, which they weren't.

His half lidded eyes opened wide when she removed herself from him. She had pressed her hand against his chest to help her up, and when his dick fell limp it of her he hissed. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the condom that was full, before focusing on closing the buttons of her shirt. "I'll take a shower first, you'll go after, okay?"

"Why?" Here she was, once again confusing him with her decision.

"You're staying here for the night, continuing the evening clean would be better I think." She's not wrong, but he didn't feel like bathing right now. Yet, before he would voice out his thoughts, she was already closing the door of the parlour behind her. Uh? Why was she so cold? It seemed that she reverted back to her placide and awkward self.

He pursed his lips, annoyed by how the mood just fell flat after her sudden change. As said before, he didn't like holding onto whatever most people deemed as a "social norm", like treating his first-time like something so special that you needed to plan it and idealise it. But her leaving so abruptly somehow sat wrong with him, it even woke him up from his dazed state.

Now he had to wait for both of them to bathe before addressing whatever stupid thing was going through her head. Hopefully it won't take long.

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After drinking water and properly washing themselves off of any remaining fluids, they both basked into each other's presence and continued on with their pajama party. He had come late into the afternoon and by the time they had finished cleaning up, the sun was not visible anymore, only a faint gradient of orange and purple was seen.

The bath had been ice cold, thanks to the destroyed water heater, but after lighting the fire in her bedroom's fireplace and placing a few logs inside to keep it alive, it was much more bearable. They both laid on the ground before it, enjoying its heat.

"Are you bipolar or something?" She turned towards him, surprised to see that he was already looking at her. Even more unexpected, he was frowning. Why was he suddenly pissed? It's not like she had done anything… Or perhaps was it her lack of engagement that brought this sudden behaviour? He did mention that she was boring… And she wasn't making her situation after all. "Just talk instead of creating those weird scenarios in your head." He could clearly see on her face that she was not getting any of what he was saying.

She was lost. Was it not her uninteresting self that was annoying him? "Then… What's the problem?" She couldn't see what possibly annoyed him.

"Can't you guess?" Well obviously, it seemed that she couldn't. She was staring at the ceiling absently, uncertain about what he was expecting from her and how she should fulfill these expectations. "Why did you suddenly close yourself after what we did." Oh.

She awkwardly laughed, what was he talking about? Perhaps was he mentioning the brief moment when she realised that they were not close. But it was the truth, they were not, and she shouldn't have open herself to him in hopes of something more.

"It's nothing, really." Her words did nothing to quell the conflicting feelings inside him. As if she could just end the conversation with only a "it's nothing."

"How about you tell me more about the Great Seven." Despite the proposition coming out of the blue, it was far from some kind of random conversation subject. The mirror above the fireplace reminded her, for some mysterious reasons, of the statues of the seven great figures by the school's entrance. And it was a nice way to get out of the chat he wanted to have.

"Why would I even talk about them?"

"Because I'm too dumb?" She was using his words against him uh? Well at least it seems like she was once again getting comfortable with him if she was able to talk back like this. So he just let it go, hoping that one story would be enough for them to continue their previous talk, but when she answered back with a tale of her own world, it was too late.

Ace was still much more reluctant to keep this peace up, starting a "it's boring" streak (hopefully she would just go back to why she had became so cold back in the living room), but one mention of paranormal stories from her world and she had his full attention. Each and every story somehow managed to catch his attention, so much that they didn't see the time flashing before them.

"Aaaah!" She stretched her back, a long tired moan emphasizing the arch of it, which caught his attention. Hey, now that he was thinking about it, she had yet to show herself to him, as in, he still hasn't seen her naked, did heN?

She jumped when she felt his hand sneaking under her loose shirt and barely grazing her skin. But when she turned around, the only thing she saw, and was surprised by, was his focused face as more and more of her body was shown as he moved it higher. "What… What are you doing?"

He hummed, a mischievous smile on his lips. "You escaped our talk there, lemme take a small revenge~" A moan resonated in the room, tuned out by the crackling of the burning wood before them, when she felt another electric shock coursing through her due to his cold finger. And the sound, almost unheard, still managed to stir the heat in his body. Eh, he might as well just go for another round.

He turned her around, much to her confusion, and pulled her down with him. An involuntary sigh left his lips when he felt her breast against his chest. He used to consider himself an ass person, but clearly his judgement was wrong. Not that he would kill for them, but her breast were definitely becoming his fixation.

"Is there a problem Ace?" He groaned, thrusting his lower half against her as an answer.

"Let's do it again." She let an audible "oh" left her mouth before chuckling, her face hidden in his clothes. He could only feel her body, twitching with the laughter she tried so hard to hide, but it was enough for him to frown. Not that he was displeased and annoyed by her reaction, but he definitely was.

She eventually calmed down when she heard him muttering something to himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you in any way." She trailed a ginger along his neck, fixating her gaze on the skin peeking under his shirt. "I just didn't expect you to be so eager…" A strangled huff was heard right after. Clearly, despite her apologetic tone she was far from it, her poorly stopped laugh the most obvious proof he could have ever got.

He wanted to retort back, how could she claim being so apologetic then mock him so easily? But his words died when she pressed her lips against his collarbone. And at the contact, they both froze. Did she… just do what she told herself not to do not even an hour before?

Immediately after she threw herself up, flustered by what she just did. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that! I just… I don't know what came over me…" Her hands were immediately covering her face shamefully, shielding it from Ace. But the boy was far from being concerned about her shyness, the soft touch of her lips was way more comforting than what he could have possibly thought.

But when the silence they were in stretched more than what she knew shouldn't have been, normally Ace would have made a nasty comment by now, she peeked behind her finger so see what was troubling him. Much to her surprise, his cheeks were turning to a deep red, wide eyes staring at her with confusion. "You don't mind what I did?" Her timidity, this time, didn't seem to anger him, far from it, he was even nodding mindlessly.

It was now or never, right? She bent forward once again, her hot breath fawning over his skin a short instant before she pressed another kiss on the same spot as previously. A deep sigh was heard, and his body relaxed right after. It was good, surprisingly, how her touches were like heaven against his skin. He didn't think of himself as a romantic guy, but maybe that he was just trying to fool himself all this time. Because when her lips dragged lower and lower, forcing her to open his shirt, he knew damn well that he was too far gone for her.

And now that he had her draped all over himself, relishing into the way she was covering his body with all types of affection, the fact that they had never once kissed each other suddenly made him restless.

"Hey, prefect." She separated herself from his chest where she was lavishing him with her own praises. The rope of spit connecting his perked up nipple from her lower lips made an uncontrollable shiver run along his spine.

"Hmm?" She sat on his stomach, waiting for whatever he was going to say. But how unexpected it was, for him to suddenly jerk up and press his lips against hers. Just as fast, she moved back, hissing as her teeth throbbed with how hard he had hit her.

"SHIT— That hurts like hell!" He complained while desperately breathing air in as if it would cool his pain down. She put a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention, and only when he looked up could he see the frown on her face as she passed her tongue over her aching teeth.

"Be careful when you're trying to kiss someone." Her hands moved to his cheeks, angling his face towards hers with half lidded eyes. "It's supposed to be a mark of affection, you can't be too rough you know." And with that she pressed her lips against his, more softly than what he previously tried.

Oh he was definitely a romantic now.

The kiss was slow, his fingers finding solace by caressing her sides as her own hands went to his hair, playing with the small tresses that would often pass in the crevices adorning her hands. And one tug was enough to set the temperature higher, the all too familiar burning from their past session returning much harder. His tongue pressed against her lips, pressing against her own when she opened her mouth, and the open-mouthed kiss was the official announcement of yet another round.

The fingers that were exploring her chest grew bolder as they trailed down. Should he grind her against him like he did a while before? Anchoring them on her waist to leave marks testifying that he was here first? It was more than tempting actually, but he was more curious about something else. The kiss was broken so she could bite the back of her hand instead when she felt him grazing her clit.

Now what was he doing? Why was he suddenly caressing her in a place he had barely even thought about exploring before? While she was left panting over his shoulders, his thoughts swirled with delirious ideas.

Yeah, he was romantic as fuck, and needed to fuck her just as good. She was insecure about her damn body? Then he should just show her how much he appreciated it, and please her in a way that would make her forget about seeing any guy other than him. Maybe that they will drift apart at one point, that she will find someone else to nicely pamper her before fucking her up, but she would never forget about him. He's her first, and she will be obsessed with him till the end.

She was thrown on her bed much to her surprise, or more like a bunch of mattresses on top of one another to make up for the fact that the first one had fallen through the bedframe a few nights before, and he joined soon after.

Both of his hands dipped inside the blankets under her head as his face got closer to hers. Her face heated up when she opened her eyes to see him above her, a knee parting her legs mischievously before he shifted his body so he could be above her hips. His fingers dragged the loose shirt that she used as a pajama up, and her running shorts were pulled down, allowing him to see her pair of plain panties. Now was not the time to comment on it, he wanted to see how she would react once he was eating her out.

He quickly discarded the piece of garment away from his sight (they were just hanging on one leg) before tentatively blowing on where he thought her clit would be. And lucky him, immediately after she let out a small whimper to let him know that he found it. For a first time he wasn't that bad, huh?

His finger ran along her slit, finding quite easily her hole and pushing two in. Her arousal was enough for them, but he knew that he had to stimulate her a bit more if he wanted to fit one or two more inside. And so, disregarding her sound as he was more focused on a solution to please her, his attention switched back to her clit where his tongue slowly approached it. He was suddenly pressed against it, mouth fully enclosing it as she had taken a handful of his hair and tried to pull him closer.

Her fingers gripped and tugged his hair, frustration ironically eating her out as his tongue was pressed flat against the small bud he was sucking. At the same time, the slender limbs inside her picked up in pace. The overwhelming sensations all building up, the euphoria more present than ever before. Would she come undone in the next few seconds? Most probably she feared, but she was too much into this unholy craziness to allow herself to doubt too much. She was finally coming after all. He didn't left her to fend for herself for too long it seemed, maybe he even cherished her a little like her with him. And the happiness of such meaningless and unproved implications had so easily triggered her release.

His name, strangled, was cried as his head was trapped in-between her thighs that she had involuntarily closed. Despite how uncomfortable it was, he continued to lap at any of her juice his tongue could get, even taking the chance to explore her inside more thoroughly than with his fingers.

When her body eventually relaxed, he took the chance to move away from the warm spot between her thighs. He surprisingly liked it. Her heat, her taste, her skin, her noises, they were way more enjoyable than what he had thought. And his throbbing length was just as enamored.

When he saw her starting to fall asleep, he quickly moved her body around, giving small and painless slaps on her cheeks to keep her awake. "Hey prefect, don't fall asleep now. I still need you." She tiredly hummed, her mind still blurry as both sleep and pleasure claimed her mind. But he could see that she was barely responding.

He groaned as he tried to unbuckle his belt with one hand, the other one pulling her legs apart, and successfully opened it after struggling for a short while. Any trace of tiredness disappeared when she felt him entering her hole eagerly without much foreplay to back him up. Thankfully her previous release was enough to lub him, but the compassion for it was a highly sensitive and overstimulated body.

Her arms immediately joined themselves behind his neck, bringing him closer to her and forcing him to push a hand beside her head. He dragged his shaft back, the motion stealing one of the moans that were quick to build up at the back of her throat, before diving back inside her. The repetitive motion effortlessly broke her sanity, with each of them, paired with her previous climax, her brain became too overwhelmed.

At one point, he pressed back the bulb-like tip against her cunt with a hiss as she was babblering words of affection at him, hoping to make him move faster in her delirious state. Thankfully for her, his mind was just as muddy as hers, and he happily listened to her wishes.

His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He had fully, and unannounced, gone fully in and was squished by her tight warm walls. He felt like they were sucking him more with each twitch of his body, and maybe that was the case as her breath would adorably itch whenever he did so.

She was his. This body overflowing with insecurities and heating up with each passing seconds was his. It was him who had stick his cock so fucking deep inside that she had started babblering some nonsense about how much she loved him. Him who was brushing her cervix with his raw dick. She was the one that had made him wait for him to have some rubbers, but now she was fucked without one just because she was head over heels for his cock.

"A—Awn… So-… Y– You love me?" He wouldn't have tried to tease her a while ago, when she was sucking him off and he had prematurely come, but now that she had lost any bits of reasonable thinking, she was easy to talk to. And the way she was deliriously nodding made him smirk manically.

He slowly slid himself off before slamming back in with a noise that threatened to make any souls passing by cower with fear. She let out a high pitched moan that cut her answer off. She tried to regain herself back, but the sudden and continuous assault only managed to reduce her to a whining pitiful mess. His scent, down to his meat beating her, was too much for her brain to understand what was going on. After a few orgasms, the only thing it wanted was to feel Ace grinding up against her as her body chased yet another one of those releases.

"M- Much!" He hummed back, although it was broken from time to time as he would thrust into her worn down body without any care, to let her know that he was listening. "L— Love you zhis much!" Her slurred speech was barely discernible, but the heart she made with her fingers, hands pressed against the fat of her chest, was enough for him to understand.

And he came just with that.

His sudden hot, almost burning, semence made her shudder and a shiver ran through her body. But she didn't have much time to think about it before Ace laid beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist despite his fluid dripping out of her, he was not bothered. Far from it actually, he was quite proud about it.

When looked down at her, he was not surprised to see her already sleeping with tears already drying on her skin. She was definitely tired, and even if she had made a fuse earlier as she had asked him to take a bath, exhaustion had made sure to hit her before she could even think about it.

He was tempted to chuckle but stopped himself from doing when a yawn was forced out of his mouth instead. It was early in the night, barely the end of evening, but he sure was tired. And looking at her peacefully cuddling against him was a nice arguments to get him to close his eyes.

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The next morning, quite early at that as the sun barely peaked its nose between the dirty half ripped curtains, Ace woke up to movements by his side as he felt her sliding off the bed. He cracked his eyelids open, but the only thing he could make out was her putting on a pair of panties and a t-shirt, his shirt, that had been discarded the night prior.

She quickly left to go to who knew where, but he wasn't conscious enough to properly think about it. Whatever. He closed his eyes back after some time and tried to go back to sleep. His poor efforts were rewarded by the sound of the door cracking open.

Despite clearly trying to stay quiet, the wooden planks would howl under her weight and he eventually stopped trying after a while.

He reopened his eyes to her, hitching the bed cover up, ready to go back to sleep. He sat up which caught her attention and made her stop halfway through her action. She whispered soft words to him, excusing herself for waking him up, but the way she was bent over, trying to reach out for him as her shirt had moved way pass over her stomach and gave him a clear view of her soiled panties — the waking sun laying a soft blanket of light along the arch of her back, made an all too familiar intensity come back in his lower stomach.

He gripped her hand and pulled her under the cover. A small yelp left her, one that was quickly swallowed by him as he eagerly pressed his lips against hers in a messy kiss. Tongues and teeth meeting one another so early in the morning that she was barely conscious of it all.

A small giggle resonated in the room during the small time he had broken away from her to take a deep breath. The tip of his fingers had found a way inside her shirt, caressing the side of her stomach and leaving a stimulating trail of goosebumps behind them.

His lips went back to hers, but instead of connecting them, he left them hanging near each other teasingly. "Fuck, I want you…" He almost whined as his half awakened cock rubbed against her almost too shallowly.

"It's like 6 in the morning, we should sleep more before preparing for school." But her words fell into deaf ears as his hips moved with more force, his dick pressing against her despite the layers of clothes in-between them to the point where she could almost feel him penetrating her.

Her breath would be cut by a moan from time to time as she tightly gripped his shoulders. "Don't care about school." One harsh thrust made her bite the back of her hand with how loud her whine was. "I want to feel you again."

And maybe that she felt just the same because it was all it took for her to succumb to him.

When they finished, she could hardly feel her legs with how stimulated she had been in such a short amount of time. Each and every little movement brought the pain back, but it was also a pleasurable reminder of how much she liked it, enough that it almost made her ask Ace for more. Almost. Still it was enough for her to be more forgetful than usual.

Even Deuce had to step in when he picked both her and Ace up for school. He was a blushing mess as he pointed the trail of cum slowly dripping down her inner thigh. And when she had, quite detached at that much to his surprise, hoisted her skirt up to remove it with a piece of tissue, the sight of the ropes of cums desperately clinging between her exposed skin and underwear threatened to make him faint.

He didn't know what happened, but Ace would be sure to hear about his thoughts.

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Yandere! Seonghwa Analysis (2/8)

Disclaimer : In no way do I support Yandere behavior or toxic relationships. This is just a fic and everyone should read it as a fic.

Warnings : Mentions of toxic relationships, teacher-student relationship, murder, punishments and other yandere behaviors.

Basic Information

Name : Park Seonghwa

Date of birth : April 3rd, 1998

Aggression level : 90%

Mental instability : 60%

Obsession level : 90%

Overall Threat : High

Behavioral Analysis

Will be very brutal. He will be the one to humiliate to show authority over you. Does not tolerate any misbehavior. Would not stalk but directly kidnap you. Will treat you better later on in the relationship. Will be very aggressive with his punishments, and will not hesitate to hurt you if needed. Will lock you from everyone but would let you out once in a while if you're good.

Seonghwa first saw you, when you were getting late for your class. And apparently it was his class, which you were late for. He was your new biology professor, who came in as a replacement for your last one because he got fired.

Seonghwa was comparatively a very strict teacher, and when you walked in to his first class, completely worn out from all the climbing you did because you weren't supposed to use the lift. Seonghwa was somewhat attracted to you, from the way you spoke and the way you walked. Everything in you attracted the great Mr. Park Seonghwa.

You always found it weird that he wasn't strict enough with you, and how he would tense up whenever you're close to him as if he wanted to kiss you. You also noticed the way his veins popped out whenever you were getting too close to any guy.

He would never let you sit with any guy, and paid too much attention to you which made you a little confused. While Seonghwa on the other side was mad fallen for you. He wanted you. He desired for you. He needed you. And he was gonna make you his for sure.

Soon Seonghwa started calling you to his house at odd hours, for tutoring. His house was very big but he always made you study in his room which for sure confused you but you didn't give it much a thought.

Until one day, he started to get a little too close with you. As it started from him coming too close to your face to answer your question to his hand lingering on your thigh way too long.

Having enough, Seonghwa just pushed all the books away, and made you sit on the desk, as he leaned forward with an angry face. "You're being too dumb with me aren't you? I know how fucking smart you are and this isn't what I expected from you." "W-what do you mean, Mr. Park"

And there Seonghwa had it, before you knew it, your clothes were ripped apart as he threw you on the bed. He fucked you very hard, and rough that night, which made you pass out.

You woke up in the morning, to find yourself in his bed, and in his shirt. You felt disgusted with him and stood up to run away but you felt sick in the stomach when you found him in the doorway looking at you up and down.

And that day is when, you lose the reality of the world as you would be locked forever in his mansion.

Soon you found out about Seonghwa's real occupation, that he was in a mafia gang and owned a couple of bars. And that he was only in your college for his mission.

Soon Seonghwa became your life, and he started introducing all the mafia people that you were his kitten. You were humiliated by him through all means, as he put a collar around you to show his authority.

You never tried to escape because you weren't so stupid, and you knew that Seonghwa kept track of your every action. But you did misbehave with him once in front of his friends when you felt too frustrated.

And he straight away slapped you in front of everyone and hit you very hard when you reached home. So hard that you passed out and he had to get you medication, saying that you got into a fight.

And from that day you learnt your lesson, that you should just behave. Wake up and wait for him to make you breakfast and feed you. And wait for him to come home with your best lingerie everyday so he can relieve some stress.

Later on though, he started becoming so humane to you, as he stopped fucking you reckless every night and gave you bubble baths after most rough nights. And you, unknowingly started falling for his sweet and soft side.

You started showing him the same affection as you started appreciating what all he did to you. And just like that, he started loving you like any normal person. But when you would bring up the topic of going out and meeting others, Seonghwa would go back to his older self.

Not wanting to disappoint him, you never brought that topic up. You started loving him endlessly, and he soon proposed to you for which you said yes.

And like that you were like no other normal happily married couple but, Were you a normal couple?

I really loved writing this, as Seonghwa is my bias (apart from my ult Wooyoung obviously) I just love the yandere professor Seonghwa concept. And my requests are open for anyone who would like to request any Yandere Fic.

-Jeong Aera

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r0-boat · 7 months

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Wasp College Roommate.

Non! yandere Au (shampooed Zero)

Headcannons of what life would have been like if Ze's abusive Colony didn't kick him out.

If the world he lived in wasn't a wasteland.

And he didn't have an unhealthy obsession over you.

Please enjoy this reimagined AU!

You heard about the incident in the Hybrid dorms.

About one of the students picking a fight with each other in some weird dick-measuring contest... you've heard rumors that it was about a girl they liked, though you weren't too sure on that one; all you knew is that the bull boy that was in the fight, barreled through the walls and into one of the student's rooms his face red with rage—trying to fight the fox hybrid who provoked him.

That student was now your current roommate.

A Wasp hybrid who was quiet for his species. As soon as you saw him when the manager of your dorm building opened your door, his eyes seemed to have sparkled and were trained on you.

"Zero will be staying with you until we can get his room fixed. I apologize that we have to push this on you but no other person wanted to take him." The managers that apologetically Zero seem to fidget with that statement.

Zero was not the tallest member of his species and was not the strongest or aggressive than his fellow cousins. Who were very active in the college sports teams. But despite that he still towered over most of his human peers and non wasp hybrid peers.

The hybrid was quiet, only speaking when he needed to. Or to ask you questions. Your roommate was a good listener every time you found yourself either ranting to him or answering his questions spiraling into a long story he would only lean against the wall, nodding his head and humming as you continued. It was nice that he kept his place tidy; you appreciated his willingness to listen to your angry ramblings.

In his eyes, coming from a hybrid that shows to take classes and study in human anatomy, and creature Behavioral Studies, he couldn't stop sneaking little glances at you here and there. His innate curiosity drawing him closer. Though he couldn't bring himself to talk to you it's not that he didn't want to it's just he finds it very hard to talk to people he doesn't quite know.

But one day much to his embarrassment, while he was skimming through one of his textbooks his antennas twitch solely focused on the scratches on your pencil until they ceased. That was when he turned his head to glance at you only for your eyes to meet his for Split Second.

Now you weren't stupid you knew of how often he'd look at you. He was a wasp hybrid, but he didn't seem scary, mainly having just kept doing himself or just happened to be in front of you when the frustrations of a broke college life began to overflow you. And that Split Second Glance was just enough for you to take that chance finally. For everyday casual conversation. "So... Zero, was it?" Zero whom has attention back on the book his there wasn't in his usual ponytail it was down black hair streaming down to his back from the angle you're looking at him and his less human face, it was hard to tell what he was thinking. But despite your anxieties of being the first to start a conversation his just answering relieved you slightly. "Yes?" So many questions to ask your curiosity for this silent mysterious studious hybrid stranger that was now your roommate finally peaked

"Sooo... what are you majoring in?" you ask. And he answers flipping a page in his textbook.

" human anatomy."

" well should be easy now that your roommate is a human." Your ability to crack jokes as a means to defend yourself from social threats should really be in check.

" yes, I suppose you're right... you don't mind if I study you? do you? for work, of course." The way he said that made heat rush to your cheeks. You really don't mean for this talk to be so awkward you don't know why you're acting this way. You were curious about him, and you wanted to talk to him. But now that you were you suddenly have cold feet. "I dont mind."

Zero's mood seem to have lightened a little bit as he puts a bookmark in between the pages but before standing up before you. "good, pictures are nice, but I'd rather have a better representation of where certain human organs and bones are." He rambles to himself as he steps closer until he is face to face, taking your hand and opening your palm before pressing i, gently. it was the first time he touched you like this. " apologies if this is strange, but I always found it fascinating that despite humans and hybrids being so different to, our hands are the same." Zero continued pressing his palm flat against your own. His hand was huge compared to yours, and yours, compared to his, was much softer. His eyes drifted to your face, taking in every tiny feature.

" thank you for taking me in by the way."

You are a big help on Anatomy assignments especially. You were eager to help but you hoped none of your friends walked in your dorm room to see you covered in labels and sticky notes with the names of every bone and muscle in your body. But hey, your roommate passed his test and bought you dinner after that.

You learned that Zero wasn't really into discussing his private life, especially his family colony. The first time you brought it up was when you happened to meet up with him on campus after classes. While the two of you were walking back to your dorm room, you heard voices yell out your roommate's name when you with your heads around to see more wasp hybrids about three of them—trying to get his attention, which Zero was hiding his face and walking faster, as they teased him about finally getting out of his room and getting the sunlight and if you were his new partner. "It's complicated" was all Zero responded to when you asked about his relationship with his colony. He didn't like how his cousin treated him most of the time, but sometimes they do care about their own... Weird way. They did help to get him to college with his other siblings.

The day he fell for you was when you lost it on his cousins when you saw them tear apart the paper that he was working on. You were acting on pure instincts when you smacked one of the wasp hybrids across the face; you are glad that the coach came in to reprimand you before things got really ugly. Zero never really had anyone stand up for him before. Everyone on campus was either too scared of him because of who he was or thought his hyper-fixation of the human body was strange. Zero was never one for confrontation. He was more quiet and analytical, though conniving when the situation benefited him. He just couldn't understand why you helped him. And he got his answer that night when you finally returned from your talk with the principal. He earned his response.

" don't listen to what they say. I may not know many things about you, your family, or the things you study, but I know that you're genuinely talented, extremely smart, and an amazing person. I genuinely like being around you, and seeing them treat you like that was not okay. Sorry for slapping your cousin across the face."

#oh God this shit got way too long please let me know if you want a part two #not yandere #Oc: zero #wasp hybrid #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #Zero x reader

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nobodyfamousposts · 11 months

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ML/LMK AU

How would the ML episodes go in the au?

Copycat would be fun. And a good bit of team building for the heroes.

Theo still has his crush on Ladybug, but this time it's MK who accidentally causes the akumatization by trying to nip that potential crush in the bud by telling Theo to back off because Ladybug can't date civilians. This causes Theo to figure it's okay for Chat Noir to be around her, and his envy of him gets him akumatized into Copycat.

Then events happen as in canon:

Ladybug: Chat Noir robbed the Louvre!

MK: You know it's not Adrien.

Ladybug: Shush, you.

MK: Do you really think Chat would do something like that?

Ladybug: He could have.

MK: Okay, but do you really think he did? Or are you just saying that because you're being petty?

Ladybug: ...it can be both!

MK: ...you know it's not.

Ladybug: Of course it's not! But he blew me off when I tried to call him, so just let me be petty!

MK: You know you’re better than that.

Ladybug: …stupid integrity. (Sighs and goes to help Chat)

MK: (Smiles, proud)

It'd be sweet if it results in steps towards friendship for Marinette/Ladybug and Adrien/Chat by the end.

_________

Kung Food would introduce Pigsy (as a human) along with Wang Cheng and have it be an actual competition with multiple contestants.

MK is excited. Marinette is nervous. Adrien is dragged along for the ride.

And Chloe is still horrible, which leads to some issues in the Adrien/Marinette dynamics since Adrien is still defensive on Chloe's behalf. MK is less inclined to be neutral when his Dadsy is involved.

Pigsy would get his first experience with akumas and try to help the kids. And use food weapons to combat food weapons.

_________

Pharaoh would introduce Tang as Alim's coworker, who would point out the multiple historical inaccuracies of Jalil's theories. As well as the very real ethical issue of wanting to recreate a ritual involving human sacrifice.

Jalil: Isn't your expertise supposed to be in Chinese history rather than Egyptian?

Tang: I still know enough on Egypt to know that this story isn't factual.

Jalil: But I've managed to figure out how to recreate the ritual!

Tang: The ritual that you just said involves human sacrifice?

Jalil: ...um.

_________

MK isn't a student in the class, so Horrificator would be an episode where Ladybug and Chat are forced to work together without him.

(The school gets covered in goop.)

MK: (Walks by, whistling while carrying a delivery package)

MK: (Pauses and notices the state of the school)

MK: (Promptly moves to the other side of the street and continues with his delivery)

Wukong: Seriously, kid?

MK: What? I have a delivery to complete or I'll get fired!

MK: Plus Marinette and Adrien have their school project in there. I'm sure they'll handle it fine.

(Inside the school)

Adrien and Marinette: AAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!

_________

Antibug would be where things come to a head. Adrien defends Chloe as per usual and insists that Marinette should have listened to her. Marinette points out that Chloe had lied to them previously and was actively getting in the way of the fight. This results in the two arguing because per Adrien, Marinette is looking for the worst in Chloe while per Marinette, Adrien is always overlooking anything Chloe does. Which turns into Adrien taking issue with Marinette's grudge-holding while Marinette takes issue with Adrien's passivity.

Adrien: You only ever look at the bad in people even if they don't do anything!

Marinette: Chloe does enough! You just ignore her actions because you're not the one who has to deal with it!

Adrien: There's more to her! You just don't understand her! She can be good!

Marinette: To YOU, maybe! She's your friend, she actually LIKES you! But you're the only one with that luxury, Adrien! It's the rest of us who have to put up with her at her worst! All you do is defend her and lecture me for being sick of it!

Adrien: That's not true! I just think you could be more kind! It's like you want to be angry!

Marinette: She tried to steal my hat design! She stole my diary! She humiliated Kim, ripped up Rose's letter, scared Mylene, and trapped Juleka in the bathroom. Where were your lectures on kindness and tolerance then?

This results in a fight and the two not willing to work together. Poor MK is dealing with being stuck in the middle until he gets captured and can no longer be their buffer.

MK: (Playing a harmonica inside a cage)

Antibug: Would you knock it off?

So Antibug ultimately requires the other two to work together. Marinette admits difficulty letting go of her hurt feelings to see when someone is being genuine and not letting first impressions cloud her judgement of people. Adrien acknowledges that he needs to acknowledge when he or someone else is doing something harmful.

Adrien: Haven't I apologized enough for the gum? It was just gum! I wasn't the one who put it there! I thought we moved past it! I apologized already, didn't I?

Marinette: When?

Adrien: What?

Marinette: When did you ever apologize?

Adrien: Of course I did! It was right after the...wait......oh.

Marinette: ...

Adrien: I...I thought I had. It seemed so obvious.

Marinette: Well, it wasn't. And every time since then, it's felt like you cared more about protecting Chloe's reputation and sense of mind by denying she did anything wrong.

Adrien: I never meant it that way. I just...I just wanted us all to get along. And I was angry because you keep acting like I'm the enemy every time we interact! MK was fine with me, but it felt like nothing I did was good enough for you because you could never look past that first incident.

Marinette: It's hard to look past something when the person involved keeps acting like hurting you isn't a big deal.

The two eventually talk things out—quickly, because MK is still in trouble.

MK is just glad his cousin and friend are getting along.

_________

Evilustrator would be hilarious.

MK and Chat: (Angry) What do you MEAN you're going on a date with an akuma?!

#ml crossover #ml au #lmk crossover #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

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moraxdreams · 1 year

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wanna go skateboard?

summary: scaramouche had a bad day. good thing he has some cool friends who will surely make his day better, right?? feat. scara, kazuha, albedo, and tighnari.

tw: modern au, drugs, albedo eating spiders, curse words.

words: 888

Things weren't supposed to be like this for him today, Scaramouche thought.

Not only did he get into an argument with his sister, which caused those stupid angry tears to start falling from his eyes, making his mother give him that disgusting look of concern, but his skate park was way too crowded as well. He stood outside and watched as people walked all over his territory. An overly familiar glare set on his face. It seemed he hasn't spent all of his daily dose of rage just yet. If only he could beat all those people to a pulp and watch them scramble away in fear, he'd be a fulfilled man.

He bit his lower lip and clenched his dark red skateboard so hard it felt as if it was going to break at any time, and it would if it wasn't for a gentle hand suddenly placed on his shoulder. He didn't even have to look at who it was when white locks appeared in his peripheral vision.

''You look like you're seconds away from murdering someone, scara.''

''Maybe i am'' he replied sarcastically, the glare never leaving his face. He wondered if he'd get wrinkles at old age for doing it so much. Nah, probably not. He's too pretty for that.

''What, don't tell me the great scaramouche is afraid of a few people'' kazuha teased. ''Me? Afraid?? As if! The more people, the more gaping mouths being amazed at my rad skills''

''Sure, sure. Show them your 'rad skills' then, instead of just glaring at them.'' kazuha said, moving on from the bluenette to the skate park. He wasn't nervous, he told himself, he wasn't! He let out a sigh and took a deep breath. Putting on his best mask of confidence and superiority, and he finally took off to the park as well.

All eyes were on him the second he set foot on the ground. They knew who he was. They were gonna scram even without the use of force, he thought as he looked around for his friend. He soon saw kazuha waving at him, sitting with Albedo, the nerd from the science department, and Tighnari, the best student in the biology department. Both were considered geniuses by all students, as well as the teachers, even if their 'ideas' could only be perceived as...quirky. Albedo, when asked about his goals for the future always responded with 'I wish to discover the truth of this world' and he always said it with such seriousness that people didn't bat an eye at it. Tighnari, when asked a similar question, would respond with 'My duty is to research and preserve the ecosystem'. however, only a few people knew their other, less serious side. for example, that albedo liked eating spiders, and tighnari would literally chomp on every mushroom that was in his vicinity.

As scaramouche approached the three, he could already smell the aroma of dope in the air.

''You're on it already? On second thought, of course you are''

Tighnari turned, smiling with red eyes ''Want some?''

''Shhh, listen... You can hear what the wind is saying'' kazuha cut in. Scaramouche could only roll his eyes and take the joint extended his way. Albedo looked at him with a frown, already stoned too and suddenly pointed at him ''I'll tell your mom, i'll tell that bitch exactly what's going on.''

''Shut the fuck up, our moms know each other you idiot, she’ll tell yours right after and then we’re both screwed.''

''You are grown-ass adults, why you are scared of your mothers is beyond me.'' Tighnari judged, as he always does. ''Oh, you don't know their moms. They're scary. i went to Albedo once for a project, and the cold gaze she sent my way still haunts my dreams at night.'' kazuha shivered at the memory ''But at least klee is nice.''

Albedo perked up at that. ''Klee?? Where's Klee??'' He started hiding everything he had in panic, afraid of his little sister seeing anything inappropriate, fiddling with the zippers of his bag as if he had forbidden knowledge in there. ''See, you broke the poor guy, apologise.'' Tighnari punched kazuhas shoulder, hard. So hard the Kaedehara toppled over Albedo, making him fall face first on the ground and fall down the ramp they were sitting at. In the last second, he caught scaramouche’s sleeve,

"Wha-OOF"

And even though he looked harmless, the fucker was strong, as he unconsciously pulled Scaramouche down with him. They plummeted 20 feet down before turling over one another and finally stopping. They continued to lay there for a few seconds longer. Albedo wasn't even moving. At this point, Scara started to think he got knocked out. The blunette turned his head towards the other two, who were laughing their asses off on top of the ramp like two high school girls finding out their friend embarrassed themselves in front of their crush. He glared at them so hard he was sure he’ll get wrinkles soon.

''im going to fucking kill you both. That is not a threat. That is a promise.''

At the end of the day, none of them actually did any skating.

a/n: hiii. i wrote this in like 20 minutes, so sorry if there are any mistakes. hope you enjoyed!

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psychofreakforc · 10 months

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-The party

(Based on what i think would've happened if Bailey didn't kill Jason and Gregg)

"Hey Bitch it's Tara, why aren't you texting me?"

This is the- actually, Sam has no idea how many times she has already tried to reach Tara, but the only thing she hears is that stupid registered voice.

Sam is angry, angry at Quinn for not stopping Tara, angry at Chad and Mindy for supporting Tara into going to that Party, and she's angry- scratch that- she's furious at Tara for being so goddamn stubborn.

But she won't be getting out of this easily, Tara is going to have the worst 10 minutes of her all life. She's going to listen to her big sister, whether she likes it or not.

I mean- She's in charge, and she's the only grown-up person in Tara's life right now. She can't be doing whatever she wants just because she's 20.

She's still her little sister. Tara could be 40, and that still wouldn't make her worry any less about her.

She understands Tara, she really does. She just wants to be a normal college student doing stupid things and then regretting them later. Sam has done those things too, but she had nobody stopping her. But Tara has Sam, and she's not gonna let her sister ruin her all life just because she made some dumb decisions.

Was it really necessary to go to a frat party? During Halloween? And in a city like New York where people get stabbed every minute?

Sam is getting anxious by every minute it passes without hearing from Tara. She's almost at the place the party was held. It's gonna be okay, Tara is probably just having fun and ignoring her as usual. This is what Sam keeps repeating to herself like a broken record.

God, she really hopes this time she's wrong and it's just a normal shitty party with drunk and horny teenagers.

Drunk.

Sam didn't think about the possibility of Tara drinking alcohol. I mean- of course, she knows that Tara is not an angel, but what if Mindy and Chad are not supervising her like they should?

Or what if Tara got lost?

Or what if a random dude is trying to take advantage of her? It happened once too many times to Sam when she was drunk, but even then, she was strong, Tara is fragile and small...

Oh.

This should be the place. Why is the police here? And an ambulance too?

Tara.

She has to find Tara.

"Miss, you can't go inside, 4 people got murdered" Murdered? NO no no Please let her be wrong Please. "Let me in, my sister was at this party" sam was trying to push the officer off of her

"Let her go, i know her" the officer that was previously holding her loosened the grip he had on her arm. "Officer Bailey, Tara- Tara was here, you need to let me-"

"Tara is in the ambulance getting a few stitches, she's fine, don't worry, i'll take you to her" ambulance? Stitches? "Your sister got stabbed on the arm, i told you already, it's nothing major, but she's a little bit shaken up" Sam was only half-listening to Bailey, she just wants to see Tara.

"Sam" she didn't even have time to react before feeling a small body wrapping itself in her arms, her sister's body was shaking with sobs.

Remember the talk Sam was supposed to give Tara? Yeah- that's not gonna happen, not when she looks so small and scared.

"I'm sorry- i'm so sorry Sam, you were right i- i- should've listened to you- i'm sorry please don't be mad at me" Mad? How could Sam be mad at her? This isn't her fault. Yes, Tara shouldn't have come to this fucking party but no one could've predicted something like this was going to happen, again.

Sam just holds onto her tighter, slightly caressing her hair, "it's okay, i'm here, i need you to calm down and take a deep breath for me, baby."

Tara buried herself deeper into Sam's body, slowly feeling her body relax.

"Are you angry?" Tara's voice sounds so small, Sam just wants to take her into her arms and shield her from the entire world "Yes, but not at you. Never at you"

Tara pushed herself off of Sam enough to be able to look at her in the eyes "you're not going to leav- nevermind"

Leave. Tara was going to say leave. She thought she would abandon her again

Sam closed the distance between them and held Tara like she was going to vanish into thin air.

Tara didn't need an answer, this was enough. Sam was not leaving her. She promised her last year, and she's keeping her promise now.

Tara was home.

"i'm so happy you're here" "for you always."

#i really enjoyed writing this for some reasons #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #carpenter sisters #fic tag

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sidney-latrobe · 2 years

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A throne doesn't make a man king | Part Two

Summary: Your best friend Sasha is mad at you because there are rumors going around that you and Eddie have started dating. The rumors are false, but you get a funny idea.

Warnings: Sorta strong language, but don't be a fucking pussy about it.

Word Count: 1,354

People, who asked to be tagged: @scenesofobx

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"Is it true?"

When I was standing at my locker, attempting to squeeze my backpack into the crowded space and cursing the gods for giving our math teacher, Mr. Witherson, the insane idea of assigning us not one, but three books to read over the semester, I was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder and turned around. As I looked into the familiar blue eyes of Sasha, my best friend, my palms went flying to my chest where my heart started exploding beneath the skin.

"For fuck's sake, Sasha!" I snapped and hit her arm. "Don't fucking scare me like that!"

"Is it true?" repeated Sasha. Her tone was harsh and demanding, and her eyes fixed on mine as if she could read something in the depths of my pupils that would tell her the answer.

"Yeah," I frowned, "I'm gonna need more than three words to be able to answer you question."

Sasha gave a little sigh, leaned against the lockers, and crossed her arms over her chest. She was making a lot of noise with her gum-chewing while glaring at the students who walked by. When I had finally put my backpack inside the locker and shut the door behind it, Sasha circled once more and grabbed me by the shoulders. Her long, painted nails dug into my skin, almost slicing open my skin, as she barked, "I can't believe you kept your relationship with that weirdo a secret from me! Y/N, what the hell could possibly be wrong with you? I thought we were friends."

I believed I stopped breathing as my brain tried to comprehend the situation unfolding in front of me. Sasha inhaled through her nostrils, and she looked like an angry bull ready to strike. Slowly, I pushed her back and ran a hand through my hair.

"So, it's true then," gasped Sasha when I inhaled. "How could you —"

"Oh my God!" I nearly screamed, and a couple of bypassers looked up. "Before you draw any more absurd conclusions in your fucked up brain, would you mind telling me why you believe I'm dating Eddie Munson?"

"The whole basketball team saw you last night are their stupid club meeting and —"

I laughed. "Seriously? So, what? You heard that I was at a D&D event last night and immediately think that I'm dating Munson? You're pathetic, Sasha."

"Well, what else am I supposed to think?"

"That maybe I had a reason for being there in the first place? Did you ever think to come ask me what I did last night instead of making up stupid rumors in your head?"

She had that guilty look on her face now that most people from the popular crowd have when they are faced with the reality that rumors are just rumors.

"Well, why were you there?"

"I owed Dustin a favour and he asked me to subsitute for Lucas. That's it."

Sasha blinked in surprise. "That's it?"

"Yes, you ignorant bitch. Why do you always have to add fifty details and seventy-five plot lines to everything you hear? It's annoying."

"Sorry." She smiled sheepishly. "Wanna grab lunch?"

"Sure."

We turned and walked down the hallway, only stopping to jump out of the way as two jocks shoved a smaller student against the lockers. I watched in silence as they threatened him, laughing at each other when the small boy whimpered and begged, and I was horrified by myself for just standing there. "If no one went around bullying and hating each other, there was no need for groups," I heard the king's voice in my head, and although I had tried to defend the opposite last night, I was beginning to understand that he was right.

I opened my mouth and stepped forward, ready to voice my anger at their disgusting behavior, when the jocks let go of the small boy and walked off.

"You alright?" I asked and reached out to touch his cheek, which was already beginning to swell. I didn't see the jock punch him. They must have done so in private.

"I'm fine," shouted the kid and ran off.

I tried calling after him, but he didn't listen.

"Come on, Y/N," Sasha said gently and pulled me along.

After entering the cafeteria, we took our places in line to buy lunch. I turned around to look over my shoulder as we stood there patiently waiting, and I saw the person I had been searching for almost immediately. The king was seated at the head of the table, nibbling on his food while looking at me with his large brown eyes. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he grinned and put his hand up to wave. A smile tugged at the corner of my lips and I nodded at him before turning around to let the lunch lady slap a spoonful of what looked (and I prayed) like mashed potatoes unto my tray.

"Do you wanna come sit with us?" offered Sasha, heading for the cheerleader's table. "I'm pretty sure the other's won't mind. Especially, now that the rumor is all cleared up. Besides, they'll probalby want to question you about the freak."

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you call him that?"

"What?"

"He's not a freak, Sasha."

Sasha started to speak, but she quickly closed her lips again and decided against uttering the remark that was on the tip of her tongue. We crossed the cafeteria and sat down at a table full of girls, all dressed in white, green, and yellow cheerleading costumes. I pushed my hair behind my ears, ignoring the way a couple of them shot me tart looks.

"So, Y/N —"

"I'm not dating Munson," I interrupted and laughed at the cheerleaders' surprised faces. "Oh, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. Where you not going to ask me about the rumors that the basketball have spread about me?"

Sasha glared at me because I raised my voice just enough to let the table behind us, the table claimed by the basketball team, hear me. Jason, the captain of the team and student president, cocked his head to the side and let his eyes gaze at my features. Not anything he saw, pleased him anymore.

"Sounds like you are accusing someone of starting a rumor, L/N," said Jason in that unearned, privileged voice of his that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand.

"Y/N, don't."

I chose to ignore Sasha and instead forced myself to rise and move towards Jason and his companions, who were laughing. "Did you?" I demanded. "Did you begin spreading the word that Munson and I are dating?"

"Why else would someone like you hang out with a freak like him?" said Patrick, another basketball player.

There it was, that funny feeling all over again. When did high school students, who are arrogant, narcissistic, and completely and totally boorish, have the right to pick who gets to hang together without producing drama and gossip? I couldn't help but crack a grin, and with that came a giggle. "Is that so? Am I too nice, or too sweet, or too fucking … something to hang out with the king?"

I almost choked on laughter at their genuine confused expressions and furrowed brows.

"Well," staggered Patrick, "yeah. That's how it is. He's a werido and you're … well, you're not a cheerleader, or really popular, but you're good-looking, I guess? Even Hargrove —"

I turned and cut him off, my eyes landing on Sasha that was dying in shame, embarrassment, and anger. Leaving my tray behind, I walked off into the cafeteria and headed straight for the king. He was smirking and probably heard everything that I said, but I didn't care.

"You got plans tonight?"

His doe eyes ripped open wide, and he pointed a finger at his chest. "Me?"

"Yes, you."

He swallowed hard and hesitated, "No. No, I don't."

"Perfect." I clapped my hands together and beamed at him. "Pick me up at eight, will you?" Just as I turned to leave, I remembered. "I live on second street, house number 2356."

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#eddie being cute #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x female reader #fanfic #jason stranger things

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What entertains me so much is that the way Adam was written, they try to make it seem like he’s some manipulative mastermind who does everything bad on purpose, where the fact is he’s probably not even that old enough or smart enough to even be THAT conniving.

Yes he’s a smart dude, but it’s just hilarious where they act as if his behavior would be something you could never see coming, especially for characters who— oh I don’t know— HAVE KNOWN HIM FOR YEARS. I mean there is times where they see some parts of him.

Yet. Let’s frame this guy to be some kind of evil genius up until he somehow loses every ounce of respect people have of him (why? people shouldve known what they were getting into, he’s not that fucking secretive good god they would’ve known) and make him look like a loser who also loses every ounce of thought process he ever had.

Have him bee-line to death even though when the Hell has he been shown to bee-line for that type of thing. Like for example.. IMO him finding Blake at beacon was coincidental (prove me if im wrong tho, but also dont blame because its been 15 million years since ive watched v3)

How would his ass even know that Blake was there? Anyway that’s not my point. I’m not saying he’s stupid, he’s really not. I’m simply pointing out that the writers just loved to make it seem as if everything he did was some big well thought out put-on-a-list plan to have power.

Even though before he looked completely fine to be in the rank he had before.

You seriously had to make a whole fucking character short just to implement one itty bitty scene where it seems like he wants more than the rank Sienna gave him.

You had to make a comic to show how deep he lies to people, Like ok maybe that one is a little more solid than the character short but why not show that behaviour more? If he’s so important?

He’s so sadly one dimensional, not a character handled with care at all. Being a hatesink fucking blows.

Why create an empty villain with shitloads of meaning and character just to throw him away? AND HIS ARC AWAY? Could’ve made him with love. Most cheap moment of “anyway!” anyone could ever have.

Racism and incompetence are a killer combo, lemme tell ya.

"Haha Adam is such an incompetent angry and petty loser" and "Adam is a cunning charismatic mastermind who has spent years building up power and influence in the WF in order to launch a (nearly) bloodless coup against a leader who was also framed in the narrative as charismatic enough to overthrow the leader before her" could theoretically coexist in a better written story as a villain spirals, but this show is not that. Adam's "spiral" is more of a sudden nosedive. Hiding any justifications for that nosedive in supplementary material is like trying to put rebar in concrete after the fact. You just can't do it because those afterthoughts actively contradict what we were already shown.

It doesn't help the idea that Adam's supposed to be charismatic that his voice acting is so on-the-nose Bad Guy that you're staring at everyone else in any scene like, "Yo! Do something! He's clearly evil!"

He didn't even find Blake at Beacon, Blake found him. Maybe he was looking for her, maybe he was interrogating-to-death any students he found trying to find one that could point him to her, but she was the one that found him. He just noticed her before she could retreat.

#nolanporfirio #unofficial adam answers #long post #adam taurus #rwde

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dr3amscap3 · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request reader getting thrown out of a third story window by an attacker? I love angst lol

Jack, deuce, +octavinelle please

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

-Headcanon

-Jack, Deuce, and Octavinelle

-Summary: You promised you would be okay alone, you promised yet you broke it. What a liar you were.

-Warning: Angst, Death, and Yandere Tendencies

-Word Count: 900+

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎

You were supposed to be fine, it was only for a few days. He only went away for a few days! He promises it was only for a few days! He didn't mean to leave you for so long! He didn't think of this scenario! He didn't think! He didn't know! But what's done is done. You fell from that of great heights, and bled out.

𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄

He doesn't feel anything. He doesn't know what to feel. It just feels empty. Hearing about your death, he didn't have a reaction. He didn't cry, nor did he feel angry. He just felt empty... He carried on life as normal. He didn't see you fall so you weren't actually dead, right? You're still there, you're still there to talk to him and watch him be stupid. You're still there to tease him about his little egg incident. He sees you so why can't the others see you as well? Why do they keep insisting that you are indeed dead?

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋

He was gone for just a few days, he didn't expect things to get so out of hand. He didn't expect to lose you so soon, and he most definitely didn't expect to witness it and hold you till your dying breath. "Hold on my love, just hold on. It'll be okay, you'll be okay, I promise, I promise!" Jack reassured, more to comfort himself than you. "Leona and Ruggie are getting help, I just need you to stay with me, just a little bit more." Jack whimpered, holding your hand to his cheek. "You'll get better, and then we can go to wherever you want, didn't you wish for us to visit my hometown, my love?" Jack asked as you nodded softly. "J-Jack... it's getting so dark..." You whispered as your eyes started closing slowly. "No, no, no, no please no, please stay with me a little longer," Jack spoke frantically, squeezing your hand tightly. Your hand fell limp, causing Jack to let out a river of tears. "Please... no... no...".

𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

"No! They promised they would be okay! They promised! THEY PROMISED!" Azul screamed breaking out of Jade's hold. "Azul you're being irrational, they are dead! You have to live with that now!" Jade shouted, following Azul towards the exit. "It's not like you experienced a loved one dying!" Azul snapped, choking on his tears. "...Haven't experienced it?" Jade chuckled bitterly. "Azul you killed my brother! You killed the only family I had! You killed him yet I still forgave you!" Jade retorted, tears painting his face. "You don't get to say I haven't experienced a loved one dying when you were the one who killed the only family I had left!" Jade spoke walking out, leaving Azul all alone.

𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

In some twisted way... he feels happy he saw you fall. He feels happy that he was the one to clean up your body for the service. He feels a twisted sense of happiness knowing that you are dead and that he was the one to get you ready for your funeral. He was the only one smiling at your funeral. Yet still... some students wonder... what was that suspiciously shaped mushroom area he has in his room? Perhaps the students of NRC will never know, for only a select few is allowed inside his chambers. They're just there to help him clean his darling little mushroom.

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇

He keeps your body there, in his bathroom, submerged under water. He keeps you pristine and clean. He likes seeing you there all lifeless and still. He smiles whenever he enters his bathroom. He cheers as he sees you. Perhaps it's a twisted way of coping. Yet still, it seems as though he now thinks of you as a doll. His little dolly. Sometimes, those of Octavinelle see two silhouettes as they walk to corridors of Octavinelle at night. They say it's Floyd and his dolly. Who knows? It may be him and his dolly and it may not. No one will ever know, for this secret is only known by Jade and Azul.

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS REQUEST! WOOOO

-Mika

Tags: @deimospheres @kitsuwolfy @luxaryllis-primaryacc

#—Mika Writes ✧#jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade #jade leech #floyd leech #twst #twisted wonderland #twst angst #twisted wonderland angst #angst #twst x reader #heartslaybul #octavinelle #savanaclaw

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aarcanechaoss · 17 days

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Anon♡ here

Ty soo much for taking the request☆

The fanfic is great♡♡♡♡♡

Can you do a part 2 if possible?

(You xan decide what to put in the part 2 :) )

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Eyo glad you enjoyed it. I usually prefer people let me know what they want in their reqs LMAO but sure why not it was fun to write before.

Something was wrong with her co-workers.

Like seriously wrong.

Even her briefest interaction with the ADA this past week had been weird... Ranpo gave her chocolates... Ranpo Edogawa actually shared food with someone and for some reason he chose her.

Stepping into her shared office with the Black Lizard she sighed, if they looked at her weird one more time today she just might hit them.

Yep there it was that weird fucking look- something like pride shining in Hirotsu's eyes but with Tachihara it was pensiveness and the Akutagawa's... no she doesn't want to know what that look between them meant.

"Okay what is it?" She snapped.

"What's what?" Tachihara said a little too quickly.

"Everyone has been acting weird all week and I am on my last nerve." She pouted and some part of her hoped Akutagawa would say something, ease her worries maybe.

Nope, he just looked in the other fucking direction.

"No one's acting weird." Tachihara's hand moved to his neck- a nervous tick she'd noticed near immediately when they first met.

"I can tell you're lying." She deadpanned. "Did I do something wrong again? Have I somehow magically messed up something that I didn't know about?"

Yeah she was mad now- not even her wonderful Akutagawa's presence could halt it.

"Please I can assure you nothing is wrong Higuchi." His eyes shifted left and she just rolled her eyes.

"If you are going to lie I suggest doing it better... this is why I do all the undercover work." She tutted, turning to her desk.

Half an hour and a seething Higuchi later Tachihara caved... something about how he doesn't like Big Sis being angry.

"We know!" He practically shouted across the room. Gin smacked the man across the back of his head.

Higuchi just shot him a confused look.

"Know what?"

"About the kid." He continued.

Oh. Her stomach lurched.

"We were in the area when you went out for a picnic with your sister and that little girl- ya know that bonding thing you didn't make it to." Tachihara's face was burning bright red- embarrassed that he'd just blurted it out she supposed.

"Who have you told?" Was the only important question.

"No one Big Sis I swear. The ADA said that it wasn't their business and left so we followed suit." And she believed them.

"Is she your daughter?" Hirotsu asked calmly. She just nodded.

"Her name is Mai." She said finally. "She's four and yes... my daughter."

The room fell quiet.

"How?" She wanted to laugh- Akutagawa asking her questions about herself felt surreal.

"Hey bro when a man and a woman love-" Rashoumon shoved Tachihara out of his chair in an instant.

"That isn't what I mean." She nearly laughed, Diablo's ears were bright pink.

"I was 16 and stupid. Her father was a foreign exchange student in my class, and we hit it off... he left back to Italy, and I was pregnant with no way to tell him... I don't regret it though- she's my favourite person. Had her, turned seventeen and joined the Mafia end of story."

"Ah." Was all Akutagawa replied with.

"You're a badass you know Big Sis."

"Yes my daughter seems to think so."

And though it was still so very weird... she didn't mind the joyful laughter that followed.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fluff #bungou stray dogs fluff #ichiyo higuchi #Akutagawa will never admit to laughing

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lchufflepuffcorn · 2 years

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Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa (and Hawks if you don't mind) where his girlfriend who is a pro hero got in the way during the fight with Stain and the students of UA and s was found injured

Author's note: Hi, yes hello! You're so sweet!! I'm good, thanks. I'm so sorry it took so much time. I got stuck on Hawks, then I erased it all because I thought it sucked b*lls, then I worked like a bazillion hours at my job, then I started writing it again, so here it is !! Also, I decided to give this two types of ending, one with Aizawa and one with Hawks, because I'm a Libra and can't decide between them. Sue me.

Warning: Cheezy à souhait. More like a reaction/imagine than anything else.

Words: 901

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It was supposed to be an easy 'take 'em away' mission.

Get the kids out of harm's way and wait for reinforcement in safety. Simple.

Not quite.

Trying to get one Iida, Midoriya and Todoroki were more complicated than it seemed over the phone as the three of them were in a rage you'd only seen in blood-thirsty villains before. Not teenager. Somehow, it became clear that fifteen years old and serial killers had one thing in common: the feeling of helplessness that usually lead to desperate anger and rash decisions.

Having retreated safely under your protective shield with an injured Iida, you were now trying to get to Midoriya and Todoroki, who was still going against Stain. Fools.

Sitting the boy against the wall, you waved one of your hands above him to check for injuries before standing to your feet. "Stay here." You said. Menacingly, hopefully. Anything to give you at least something not to worry about. Geez, you hated teenagers.

"'Take care of them'" you muttered under your breath, blocking one attack from Stain and just missing being cut in half by his blade. "'We won't be long' he said, 'It'll be easy' he said."

You weren't an action superhero, for Earth's sake. You helped during tsunamis, earthquakes, and forest fires. Not against stupid people with to-big-egos and somewhat helpful quirks. But no, he had to contact you because you lived close and could help immediately.

You weren't stupid. These kids had no chance to overtake Stain alone, and you were of no help to them. What could you do to help them otherwise to cure their wounds and create protective shields around them? Nothing.

Seeing the blade before the red and white-haired kid, you caught his arm and swung him behind you, effectively getting slashed in the back in his place.

Everything got loud for a while after that, then silence.

Aizawa:

Everything was fine. The quirk would soon fade, and you'd be walking. It was fine.

No, there was no need to go to the hospital. 'Yes,' you could see the three fingers Shouta help up to your face. And as you answered all of his questions, you could see the boys standing behind with mixed emotions on their faces.

But that could be because of Endeavor too.

And the night was still far from finished.

It took hours to finally get back home, cuddled up in blankets and munching on some food, whatever you'd caught first when raiding the kitchen. But Shouta wasn't finished with his sermon. And it went on and on again until it's very late and you're angry.

"You asked me to get there first." You accuse, a finger waving dangerously close to his nose while a blue light seems to shine from the tip. "I helped, 'cuz that's what I do best. I got him out of the way." You let out a sigh. "I'm not a fighter, and you know it."

He only blinks back at you, slowly, like a cat. His face is stoic, and no more words are falling from his lips. He considered your words quietly, and when he seemed to reach a decision, he hesitated again. His mouth moved as if he was choosing words carefully before talking again. In a final sigh, shoulder falling down as he did, Shouta finally talked, closing his eyes.

"Thank you for helping."

"Yeah," you respond, settling to kiss his chin, passing a hand on the front of his sleep shirt. "You're welcome."

Hawks:

He was standing with his back straight, his face grave as many reporters were flashing camera lights in his face. Questions were shouted all around, drowning him in the sounds as he just waited for you to get out of the emergency room. He doesn't answer most of the questions. 'What is Endeavor doing?' Is the only thought floating in his mind except: 'What's taking you so long? You didn't look that hurt...'

He was pacing back and forth, sometimes flashing forced smiles to the cameras when they passed through security and waving at them when they were dragged away.

Fucking children... Fucking egotistical children too prideful to admit they were in something way over their heads. And freaking messed up society with its messed up system too!

When your head popped out of the door, he was all over you, arms over your shoulders. He escorted you to your car before getting inside it with you. Fuck the Hero Commission. He'd deal with the pictures tomorrow. Tonight, he'd cuddle. It wasn't his fault you were found lying on the ground of a dirty alley with fucking children paralyzed on the concrete, while a full-grown adult villain was doing a speech on the same messed up hero society while beating up children and women.

Keigo would have committed murder, would have it him who'd found you.

"Seriously, I feel fine!" You said for the third time in the same hour, after you changed position in bed where you were now situated.

"Still..." Keigo's frown deepened as you shimmied into a (once again) comfier posture, the remote now closer.

You rolled your eyes.

"Stop it. I'm fine. And worry is not a good look on you." You tried to uplift his mood, but your laughter made you hiss. When he raised an eyebrow, you sighed again. "I'll tell you if anything changes. Now can we just relax?"

#bnha #bnha imagine #imagines #boku no hero headcanons #boku no hero academia #boku no hero imagine #boku no hero academia imagine #x reader #bhna x reader #Aizawa Shouta #Aizawa Shouta imagine #Aizawa shouta x reader #Hawks #Hawks Imagine #Hawks x reader #Takami Keigo #Takami Keigo imagine #Takami keigo x reader

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katsotherworld · 1 year

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Book 3 Chosen House of Night

My ramblings throughout the book.

Shawnee is described as caramel colored.

"Man purse" as opposed to just a purse or a bag?

I totally agree that birthday gifts that are holiday themed just because its the day of or right before/after is stupid, unless the birthday person is obviously and overjoyously a fan of said holiday.

Like you don't give Christmas themed gifts on Christmas, so why would you if they're born in December?

Heath coming in to save/ruin the day by revealing Zoe's birthday hatred lol.

Ok, 16/17 is old enough to realize that 50 something isn't that old.

Of course The People of Faith have their own edition of the Bible.

I hate that Linda was manipulated and abused into cutting off her daughter and mother. And when she wanted to free it was at one of the worst moments.

Also, does Zoey never miss her siblings? She doesn't seem to care about them at this point in the series.

I'm definitely remembering why I hated Eric, like I remembered but now I'm really remembering.

Also, Zoey's slut shaming is fucking annoying, like honey, it's normal to be sexually interested if you're interested in sex.

I want Stark, not Eric, like I just want my archer baby not the asshole actor who has a lesson to learn thst isn't learned for a few more books.

"Kinky Freak Boy" that's just so gross Zoey.

And Eric is right about Loren looking at Zoey not like a student and he's her teacher.

Teenagers should be taught what Grooming is, I wish they'd have called it that in these books because its Grooming and teens are so unaware about things that they don't realize an adult shouldn't be interested in them.

"Shawnee's chocolate colored eyes"

"He called me a woman." "He always mademe feel so grown, so womanly" statements made from a teen girl about a adult man grooming her.

"I've always been drawn to confident woman. You don't any idea how how special you are, do you Zoey? You're unique, not like any of those other fledglings. You're a goddess among those who think themselves demi-gods."

"I thought adult vampires weren't supposed to have relationships with fledglings.

"We're not supposed to, its highly improper. But sometimes there's an attraction between two people that transcends the vampire fledgling boundary, as well as age and impropriety. Do you believe in that kind of attraction, Zoey?"

"I didn't like seeing his [the age appropriate boyfriend] hands all over you?" Loren Blake

"I dont have any right to be angry at you for being eith Eric, it's not even my business." Loren Blake

"Do you want it to be you're business?" Zoey Redbird.

"More than I can tell you. I belive its my turn for a birthday kiss." Loren Blake

"No one can know about us" kisses her then proceeds to give her diamond earrings.

After being invited back to the teacher's room for sex she then panics because she doesn't want to have sex yet, but wants an excuse that isn't "juvenile"

I'll be waiting for you to come put me out of my misery.

"As I said, You're not like the rest of those fledgling children. And I happen to adhere to the belief that some rules are meant to be broken." -groomer Loren Blake again.

Also, if Nyx gives Zoe all these gut feelings why wouldn't she stop her from getting raped by Loren.

Nyx waits till after Zoe is imprinted with an adult vampire to let her know not to trust him with knowing Negerete's dark deeds.

Why didn't Nyx stop this shit.

Zoe deserved better than walking in on the Neferet and Loren situation.

God, Zoey's friends fucking suck. Like why the fuck are they so stupid. Like so fucking stupid. And if anyone would be aware of fucking GROOMING Damian would know that Loren was fucking in the wrong. I get the twins being a little awkward about it but Damien should know that he was Grooming her.

And so begins the Eric showing his true colors saga.

I just love Stevie Rae.

Zoe not knowing what the mysterious excruciating pain is sucks for her from a lack of knowledge stand point.

Darius is the absolute best. Like he is just the fucking best. I'm glad he gets to be a permanent character.

Welp, that ended on a note for sure.

#kats thinking things #chosen pc cast #chosen house of night #house of night series #house of night

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 16

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2k

18+, minors do not interact

It was the weekend. You still didn't answer Shinazugawa, though, you took the phone number from him. You told him that when you'd know you would text him and meet somewhere. Not to drag any attention to your texts you just figured out you would use his personal phone number.

Now you were sitting in your room, doing nothing, groaning at not being able to make a decision. Your concerns were still the same, what if it would get out. But he said you should be more careful. But still, it could get out. You didn't have a clue on what to do and you also couldn't find any activity that would help you stop thinking about it.

Then, you got a text. Picking your phone up you learned that it was Tanjiro. Not the first time he was texting you something. Earlier he sent a few memes, asked how was your day and gave you some materials to help you get the things that you 'didn't know'.

Now he was asking whether you had plans for today. Seeking any type of distraction you wrote back that you were free. Soon you got a message back and the two of you agreed to go out.

You were supposed to meet with him in a cafe, not far from the park where an ice rink was located. You guys wanted to go ice skating. Because it was cold you were all supposed to gather in the said cafe.

Tanjiro told you that everyone would meet around 6 pm. At 5:50 you pushed the cafe door only to meet the cheerful boy. He was sitting alone by a big table. He waved to you and you came by.

''Hi Y/N!'' He stood up and not even asking hugged you lightly. Well, okay, guess that's just how you're going to greet each other.

''Hello Tanjiro, what's up?''

''Not much, happy you could make it. I could have told you earlier, I was afraid you wouldn't have time.'' He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

''Nah, I wasn't doing anything.'' You shrugged. ''I'm gonna go buy myself something.'' You pointed at the counter with a smile.

''Oh, okay.'' He also stood up but you didn't know why. ''What would you like?'' The blackhaired asked, opening a menu, displayed on the counter, in front of you.

''Um, I guess I'll take a...'' You scanned the text quickly. ''A hot chocolate, mhm, can't resist that.'' You nodded your head thinking about the sweet drink.

''Okay.'' Tanjiro smiled and put down the menu. ''One hot chocolate please.''

The man at the counter started to prepare the drink.

''Cash or card?'' Another woman asked.

''Cash...'' You just wanted to say that mut was interrupted.

''Card please.'' Before you could act, Tanjiro took out his wallet and paid for your drink.

You received the chocolate not long after and went back to the table.

''Why did you do that? I could pay for myself, you really didn't have to.'' You felt your cheeks go red.

''Oh, but I asked you out.'' He started in a careless manner. ''Are you angry about that?''

''No, just. It's so nice of you, I don't know how I deserve this.'' You laughed at your own stupid explanation.

''Oh, it's nothing, really.'' He put both of his elbows on the table, rested his chin in his palms and gave you a sweet, sweet look. In front of him, bathed in the warm, golden light, the chocolate looked bitter.

Coughing a bit you looked to the side. Even though Tanjiro was such an easy going person that everyone could talk to you felt somehow uneasy. Not so long ago he was a part of your complicated plan and now you two were sitting and chilling at a cafe.

''Have you ever ice skated?'' He asked, breaking the silence, which you were grateful for.

''No, not really.'' You answered.

''I can teach you then.'' He clapped his hands. ''It's easy.''

Oh god. Thousands of cringy scenarios flashed through your head. You would look so clumsy, so helpless. You could even harm yourself or him!

''Don't worry, I've taught Inosuke how to skate and believe me, he was not an easy pupil.''

The two of you chatted for a while as you drank your chocolate. You spotted something weird, no one more came. It was nearly half past six and neither of Tanjiros friends turned up.

''Maybe we can go to the ice rink now?'' The boy asked.

''Oh, but what about the rest? Weren't we supposed to meet here?'' You tilted your head.

''Oh, they won't be able to come until around eight.'' He gave you an innocent look. ''I should have told you. You were the only person that could meet earlier.''

Oh. So he asked you to come here two hours earlier on purpose?

You must have looked pretty dumbfounded because Tanjiro bit down on his bottom lip and looked past you.

''I'm sorry, do you find it weird of me?'' He asked.

''Um, I...'' You didn't know what to say. ''No, I don't.'' Really?

The blackhaired lighted up instantly.

''Oh god, that's good. I thought you would think I'm some creep. I was just bored and didn't want to sit alone, that's why I thought It wouldn't be a problem to meet as soon as we both could.''

Ah, so this is what he meant. For a short moment you had some weird thoughts about him potentially flirting with you but come on, he was just too pure to do something like that. Honestly it didn't make you any difference whether you came at six or at eight. With that you pushed those thoughts aside.

''Okay, we can go and try. Maybe I'll learn something before the rest comes.'' You giggled, picking up your stuff.

Both of you crossed the road and entered the pretty park. At night the street lights and the spiral like lamps placed alongside the path looked magical. The sky was clean so you could even see a few stars. The ice rink was close to the entrance so you both found your way there.

''Better leave your coat here.'' Tanjiro instructed you, undressing himself. ''Did you wear something warm like I told you?''

''Yes.'' You nodded. Earlier, he texted you to pick clothes that you could skate in without your coat so you dressed in thermoactive underwear. You also picked warm tights and a short skirt. On top of it all you put a large sweater.

After locking your feet in the massive skates you wobbly entered the rink. Instantly your hands found the barrier. You had the feeling that if you let it go your legs would split on their own.

The ice rink was empty. It was too late for kids to play and have fun and overall it was the biggest attending group.

''Here, you can hold onto me.'' Tanjiro offered you his hand as he entered right after you.

His pick of clothing was simple, yet fit him so well. He had black trousers and a well fitted, black sweater with a golf.

You shakily passed him your hand and he gripped it firmly.

''You won't fall, trust me.'' He said. ''Oh, and remember to keep your legs together.'' He winked at you, pulling you towards the ice rink centre.

''You bastard!'' Squeaking, you grabbed him with all your might. You didn't know whether you were more angry about what he said or what he did.

Well, nothing much happened. You felt that the ice beneath you was moving, or rather that you were moving on it. You felt the pressure on your skates but keeping them together wasn't so hard in the end. There was also someone holding onto you, gripping your waist in a comforting manner.

''See, you're skating!'' He cheered on you.

Looking up you spotted that his eyes were locked on you. He was riding backwards just to keep you steady and safe. You felt stupid yet good. It seemed that there was not a drop of insincerity in his words and actions. Everything he did was in the name of friendship.

''If you can call this skating.'' You bursted out in laughter. ''Okay, let me try on my own.''

''I'll be right next to you if you feel like falling.''

He slid his hands off you and you started to tremble a bit but you didn't let your fear stop you. Moving slowly, just like he showed, you started to skate on your own. Soon you were able to right straight and take a turn.

''So, is it really so difficult?'' Tanjiro asked.

''No, to be fair it's not.'' You told him.

Time passed as you skated slowly around the rink, Tanjiro occasionally showing you some tricks he knew. The hour passed quickly because you soon saw other figures entering the rink. Both of you pulled up to the people and greeted everyone. Nezuko came with Inosuke, Zenitsu, Aoi and Kanao also showed up.

The evening was pleasant. You got to talk to Zenitsu some more, learning he was an awkward ball of cuteness. Nezuko was extremely nice to you, telling you some funny stories involving Tanjiro. She was truly a sweetheart. Inosuke looked unhappy when you denied racing with him so he stuck to Tanjiro nugging him all the time. Aoi and Kanao didn't spend much time with you. They just strolled together, talking about something quietly.

The meeting came to an end when you all agreed it was time to go. Giving back the skates and grabbing your coat you stood at the park entrance with the rest. Tanjiro and Nezuko came last, talking about something quickly. bi

''We're heading back with Zenitsu.'' Aoi said before telling her goodbye to everyone. They all got in the car and took off.

''Okay, we'll head home with Inosuke. See you soon.'' Nezuko hugged Tanjiro before heading to her car.

''And why isn't he going.'' The loud Inosuke pointed at Tanjiro.

''I've told you we need to go to a few shops and Tanjiro doesn't have to come along.'' Nezuko started to drag Inosuke to the car but he was very eager to stay.

With Tanjiro's help they were able to put Inosuke into the car. When they left you turned to face the blackhaired.

''How are you able to put up with him for so long?'' You asked, laughing.

Inosuke looked so hung up on Tanjiro. He was mimicking the boy in many spheres, always ready to fight and battle him. It was funny but you were sure you wouldn't be able to last long with someone like that.

''I'm just used to it. I don't mind it really.'' He scratched the back of his neck. ''We're nearly like brothers.''

''Oh right, you said that he lives with you. Did he move here for college?''

''No, we were living together for a long time now.''

''What do you mean?''

''Well, Nezuko and I are orphans.'' Tanjiro started and you felt stupid for asking.

''You don't need to tell me about it if you don't want to.'' You waved your hands in front of him.

''I don't mind.'' He gave you a cheerful look. ''We lost our parents when we were young. At that time we also met Inosuke. It may be hard to believe but he was found in the forest as a kid, alone. The police believe that he lived for a few years with the boars and other wild animals. It's a miracle that he's alive. It was impossible to find his parents. Long story short we kept together through everything bad and now we treat him as a part of the family.''

So that's why he was so understanding of Inosuke's weird behaviour.

''That sounds... tough.'' You didn't know what to say really.

''It was, but now everythings better. We are all looking up to a bright future.'' He gave you a sweet smile.

''I'm happy to hear that. You're really strong Tanjiro.'' It kinda just slipped out of your mouth, but that's how you truthly felt about him.

''Thank you, but I'm just a casual guy, nothing special.'' A faint blush appeared on his cheeks.

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