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♫ three little words (dedicate them to me), cyj

fluff, 4.8k words ୨୧ oh my god they were roommates :0 sorry to any academic weapons reading, im projecting a bit as an academic failure lol

wherein it only takes you about twenty-nine years to realize you're in love with your best friend... at least you got there!

꒰ requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is younger, unspecified age difference (but its implied that theyre very close in age), childhood friends to lovers, nonidol au, roommates, idiots in love, time skips, aging up, alcohol/drinking, a bit dialogue heavy, vomit is mentioned a few times, friend group ot4 ꒱

It’s hard to recall a time without Yeonjun; he appeared one day and stuck to you, almost as if he were a stubborn thorn in your side (said endearingly, of course).

It must’ve been when you were still in kindergarten—right, Yeonjun and his parents had moved in next door, and your moms both became friends and arranged a play date. Yeonjun had brought his PlayStation over and let you play it with him, so, obviously, to five-year-old you, that made the two of you best friends right away.

“Are you almost done?” Yeonjun bemoans from your bedroom floor, urging you to look up from your piles of textbooks and worksheets finally.

“No, I told you I needed to study and that you should go to your own house, you bum. Just ‘cause you don’t give a shit about your education doesn't mean I don’t.”

“You almost flunked last year. And you’re only studying because your mom saw you got a three out of a hundred on your algebra test,” Yeonjun deadpans, “how do you even score that bad?” Ugh, lucky, naturally academically gifted asshole. You roll your eyes and toss a pencil at his stupid face.

“Whatever,” you grumble, it’s not your fault you can’t be an academic weapon, and that school is whooping your ass instead with academics as a weapon. “I feel like my brain is about to start leaking out of my ears anyway, wanna go to yours?”

Yeonjun grins, sitting up from your floor with a start, finally regaining some of his earlier excitement before he had to wait nearly four hours (all of which were spent pestering you) while you attempted to study. “I ditched school yesterday to get a copy of Resident Evil 4 from GameStop.”

“What the hell—and you didn’t invite me?” you whine, “That’s cold, you better let me try it first.”

It’s hours later into the evening when you’re watching Yeonjun attempt to get through the wretched cabin section that you died approximately… thirteen times trying to get through, that he says, “You remember that guy, Taehyun, right? In my AP History class.”

“Mhm,” you hum, blinking your bleary eyes at Yeonjun’s TV screen from your very comfortable spot on his couch.

“He doesn’t usually talk a whole lot to me, but today, I couldn’t get him to shut up,” Yeonjun huffs a laugh as he maneuvers the character, Leon, up the stairs on screen, seemingly making it farther than you could. “He was complaining though, ‘cause he was partnered with this person who was into me. He couldn’t get any work done, they were just bugging him about me.”

You tear your focus from the TV to look at the side of Yeonjun’s face, you can see part of his furrowed brow and pursed lips. “Oh.”

It doesn’t surprise you that a lot of people seem to be interested in Yeonjun at school. In middle school, people started coming up to you, asking if you’d put in a good word for them with Yeonjun, because they ‘like-liked’ him, and you were his best friend. Then, it was at the end of eighth grade that you started telling those people to grow a pair and talk to him themselves.

You suppose you kind of understand. Yeonjun’s nice when he’s not being a little shit… and he’s not horrible to look at, one might even say he’s good-looking.

“Are you into them?” The question seems to roll off your tongue easily, but you’re not even sure why you asked, you don’t think you want to know. For some reason, thinking about it churns your stomach a bit.

“...No, I mean, they’re pretty, but,” Yeonjun sighs, tossing his controller to the side as he dies a second time. “they seem kinda… much. I dunno, Taehyun said they literally wouldn’t talk to him about anything besides me the entire class. It kinda weirded me out.”

“Hm, yeah.” You hum, a weird feeling of… relief washing over you. Yeonjun’s mom comes in to ask if you’re staying for dinner before you can think about it too hard.

Later that night, when you’re stuck staring blankly at your ceiling, you decide you were just relieved that Yeonjun wasn’t going to end up with some overly possessive weirdo. It’d suck to lose your best friend that way.

“Please do not throw up, because if you throw up, then I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’m not gonna throw up,” Yeonjun insists, but it doesn’t sound all too credible with the way he slurs his words, maybe you’ve also had too much to drink, but you swear he looks a little green. “I… am perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

“Uhuh.”

“Don’t ‘uhuh’ me,” Yeonjun grumbles with an attempted glare, you find that you can’t take him all too seriously, though; the flush on his cheeks, his inability to keep his eyes open for more than five seconds, and his perpetual pout make it all too difficult. “Oh, I—I think I’m gonna hurl.” He braces himself against the bar, eyes suddenly more awake.

That would be the reason you end up in a grimy bathroom on your twenty-first, making sure your best friend’s hair is out of the way as he empties the contents of his stomach into a toilet bowl.

“Why’d you drink so much, you know you’re a lightweight.” You ask when Yeonjun seems to be done, frowning as you wipe off his mouth with a paper towel.

“Am not,” he protests petulantly. “I was just—I just felt like it ‘cause I thought it’d make me feel better ‘nd I could stop thinking about other shit.”

“Did something happen?”

“...I stopped seeing that person I told you about.”

“Why? I thought it was going well?” ‘Well’ might be a bit of an overstatement. Like most of Yeonjun’s partners, you didn’t hear a whole lot about this new one, met them once for a brief moment, then didn’t hear of them again. It seems to be a common theme in Yeonjun’s relationships—his fleeting interest, you haven’t figured out if you should say anything about it.

“It was just, um. ‘M not over someone…. I didn’t feel right staying in a relationship knowing I’m still not over someone else.”

Oddly enough, that felt rather sobering to hear. You hum, stomach feeling a little off—you hope you aren’t going to throw up next… “You haven’t told me about that, wanna talk about it? It might feel better than drinking too much and throwing up in a disgusting bathroom. Don’t quote me on that, though.”

Yeonjun blinks slowly, then chuckles, “I’ll tell you about it some other time, I just really want to be in bed right now.”

Instead of getting an Uber or something, you trudge down the sidewalk with a clingier-than-usual Yeonjun, who barely manages to walk in a straight line. You internally celebrate when your apartment building comes into view; one of you seriously needs to get a car.

You have to convince Yeonjun to shower before you, almost like a petulant child.

And apparently, wanting to be in bed means taking up most of your mattress and hogging your blankets for the night, because when you finish showering, you return to your room to find your bed occupied. You could just steal Yeonjun’s bed for the night… but you end up just crawling into bed beside him, listlessly trying to reclaim your covers.

He never ended up telling you about this mystery person he’s not over.

“I just don’t think it’s going to work out.” You sigh.

“But why? I thought things between us were going great, I—”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see this relationship progressing any further.”

“But, I—I told my mom about you! You can’t leave me, I love you!”

“Ugh, you asshole,” you cry out as Yeonjun pretends to cry hysterically and shakes you by your shoulders, “You’re supposed to be taking this seriously and helping me!”

Yeonjun cackles as you shove him away, “I mean he could react like that, couldn’t he?” Then, he sighs and places his hands on your shoulders—not shaking you this time. “Okay, seriously, it’s going to be fine, you’ll be in a public space, so worst case scenario, he embarrasses himself.”

“You’re right… ugh, I’m gonna be late.”

“You’re the one who wanted to rehearse the conversation again.”

Before sending you off, Yeonjun smushes your face, cooing, “Okay, go dump your boyfriend, my duckling, I’ll be waiting here with takeout and beer.”

“You are a grown-ass man.” You deadpan before you’re finally off.

It’s been a good few months since you started seeing this new guy—his name’s Mark, you realized you liked him enough to make things more official after several good dates. But, you’ve already been considering breaking things off with him for a while now; you seem to have this recurring issue when it comes to relationships… You just can’t seem to envision a future that includes your partner, even when it’s going well you ultimately lose interest.

Mark seems like a good guy, too, which makes you feel worse, but it’d be even worse to just lead him on, right? That’s what you continue reminding yourself as you trudge into a nice café that will be tainted by the memory of you dumping a nice guy for the rest of your life. You’ll never be able to enjoy the sweet treats of ‘Arcadia’ ever again.

“Hey, there you are,” Mark smiles as you take the seat across from him.

“Yeah, uh, sorry, I had to help my roommate out.” A fib, even though your mother tells you honesty is the best policy. Well, she lied about Santa and the tooth fairy; besides, your fib sounds nicer than ‘I was rehearsing how to break up with you with my best friend’.

“No worries.”

“Um,” it’s better to just get it over with, you remind yourself, just rip the bandaid off, “so, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, that doesn’t sound too good,” Mark chuckles, then clears his throat and continues when you don’t laugh, “What’s up?”

With a deep breath, you let it spill out all at once, “I don’t think this is going to work out, I just don’t see us—this relationship going any further. I’m sorry and I hope you can understand.” Okay, that wasn’t too scary, if you’re ignoring your shaky, clammy palms against your knees.

Mark nods, then looks down at his lap, then back at you, “I guess I should’ve seen it coming, I mean, I’ve seen the way you and your roommate look at each other.”

“Uh… you what?”

“You don’t have to play dumb about it, it’s obvious the both of you are in love. Guess I just liked you so much I hoped I could change your mind.” Mark sighs, “I think I’m gonna… go, sorry.” He says, then leaves you to spiral.

‘Obvious the both of you are in love’? You and Yeonjun? That’s ridiculous, right?

Leaving what was once your favorite café in a daze, you’re suddenly glad that you’d decided to walk instead of drive; you barely register entering your apartment complex, and unlocking your door.

“Hey,” Yeonjun is on the couch, takeout and a pack of beer spread on the coffee table as promised, “how’d it go?”

“It went fine,” you say with a smile that doesn’t quite make its way to your eyes, “he took it as well as he could have.” It’s weird, that you don’t just word vomit out every small detail, like you tend to with Yeonjun. But somehow, something about divulging everything feels weirder, so in a rare twist of events, you keep quiet.

Seemingly taking the hint that that’s going to be all you say for the time being, Yeonjun changes the topic, “Go change so we can eat, the new episode of The Vampire Diaries is literally about to start in like two seconds.”

“What the hell! I didn’t think I was gone for that long!” You shriek and make a run for it to your room to change out of your outside clothes.

Yeonjun snorts when you return, plopping onto the couch while trying to catch your breath. “I lied, there’s still like half an hour.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you hiss, and pummel him with the nearest throw pillow.

“I’m starting to think I’m gonna end up alone,” with a grunt, you tug your blanket up higher, “why’re we both so bad at relationships?”

“Rude,” Yeonjun flicks your forehead, and if you weren’t so cozy, full of food, and three cans of beer drunker, you might’ve sat up to take your revenge. But alas, moving even a mere inch feels like a herculean effort.

“You’re rude,” you stick your tongue out at him childishly. “Y’know I didn’t mean it like that, though, right?”

“I know.”

“Mm. Maybe…” You focus your bleary eyes on Yeonjun’s face above you. Even from this unfortunate angle, from where your head rests on his lap, he looks so… “If we’re not… If we’re still single by the time we’re thirty-four, I think we should just marry each other.”

Yeonjun laughs, “Okay, I think it’s bedtime, don’t you have work in the morning?”

If you hadn’t fallen asleep right then, you might’ve clapped back with a witty response, or you might’ve sat up, and looked at Yeonjun dead in the eyes and told him that you were serious.

“No, Mom, I am still not in a relationship,” you pause, then sigh, “Yes, I know I’m not getting any younger. And, no, I’m not gonna—wait, what?”

“You heard me, I asked when you’re going to give in and just marry Yeonjun. I like him, he’d be a nice son-in-law, he practically already is at this point!”

Only mothers would have the audacity. You have to pull your phone away from your ear to stare at the outgoing call screen in astonishment. “What… are you talking about?” You ask when you bring your phone back to your ear.

“Oh, c’mon. You’ve been living together since you were what, nineteen? Neither of you dates anymore, you spend all your free time together…You may as well get hitched at this point, instead of denying your poor mother the opportunity of watching her child get married any longer.”

You perk up at the call of your name, seeing two of your coworkers rush over, “Hey—random question—how early do you think is too early to get engaged? Lia’s only been with her partner for like three months, and they’re already engaged! You’ve been with your boyfriend for years, right? And neither of you has proposed?”

“Uh? My… boyfriend?”

“Yeah? Your boyfriend, his name’s Yeonjun, right?”

“Oh, he’s not my… He’s just my best friend.” You’re not sure what’s more embarrassing, the fact that all this time, it seemed like you and Yeonjun were dating, or having to tell two of your coworkers that you are actually painfully single. It doesn’t make it any better that the majority of your coworkers, while nice, are known for gossiping—all mostly harmless.

You expect your mother to make you feel bad about your relationship status (out of love), but not your coworkers.

“It’s weird, lately, I’ve realized that people think me and Yeonjun are together…? My mom even told me to just go and marry him, like?”

“Oh, you poor sweet summer child…”

“Have you still seriously not realized?” Taehyun pipes up beside Kai who regards you with a pitiful look. What’s up with everyone lately? You’re starting to feel like you’re the only one missing something.

“Realized what?”

“Oh, you’re hopeless.” Taehyun laments, looking as if he’s about ready to tear his hair out or reach across the dining table to knock some sense into you.

Ideally, you’d like to think you’re not at all oblivious. But, after many strange occurrences, you can’t help but consider: that you’ve never properly thought of Yeonjun that way—in a romantic sense. He’s always just been Yeonjun; the only person who you know for a fact you can trust with anything, and the only person who will stick with you despite all of your bullshit, like a stubborn thorn you can’t seem to be rid of (not that that’s an issue). He’s your everything, really.

When you imagine your future, you always see him fit in there somehow—but it occurs to you that as someone who’s never had a complete interest in marriage, or any romantic relationships for a long time for that matter, you could imagine walking down the aisle with Yeonjun, and more. Not only that, but you like imagining it.

Oh.

How dense can one be to fail to realize they’ve been in love with their best friend all this time? After nearly three decades of friendship, it’s seriously taken you this long to get to this conclusion? All those failed relationships you tried so hard to make work, it was all for nothing, because you couldn’t realize what you felt for what you already had! So much time wasted…

“Are you feeling okay?” Yeonjun apparates beside you, a palm carefully tracing circles over your upper back.

You feel bad for how you jolt away from him, seeing the surprise and mild hurt pass over his features in a split second. If you didn’t know Yeonjun like the back of your hand, you might’ve missed it. “...Sorry, I dunno—I’ve been kind of out of it lately, I think I just need to relax.”

“You haven’t been overworking yourself again, have you?”

“No…”

Yeonjun gives you a look as though he doesn’t quite believe you, but drops it. This time, you don’t jump away like frightened prey when he touches you—wraps around your side. “Let’s watch something tonight? I’ve been hearing about this new Kdrama called ‘My Demon’.”

“That sounds straight out of Wattpad… I’ll order the food.”

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun sings as he saunters into your bedroom at… way too early in the morning. But all’s forgiven with the realization he comes bearing gifts—food. “What’s that, thirty-four punches I’m gonna have to give you, now? Fuck, you’re old,” he says as he sets down a delectable-looking plate of your favorite breakfast on your nightstand.

“Shut up, you’re older than me.” You narrow your eyes, sitting up to reach for your birthday breakfast.

“And if you punch me thirty-four times, you will not live to see another day, Choi.”

Getting older has meant that your birthdays have become a lot less eventful, but you haven’t quite minded it. They’re spent with your favorite person, anyway, so no complaints on your end.

Yet, somehow, you end up on a beach on the night of your birthday, sitting on a beach towel Yeonjun had neatly spread out and admiring the night sky. You’d had a simple plan to laze around at home all day, eat something good for dinner, drink a little more than you should, and then sleep like the dead. However, Yeonjun had other plans when he’d announced the night before that he was taking you on a day trip the next morning. ‘It’s only a six-hour drive’, he’d said, because he’s insane.

You suppose you had a little more to your original plan… you guess you also intended to profess your newly realized love for your best friend, and potentially ruin about twenty-nine years of friendship if things happened to go wayward. Well, you still intend on getting that over with.

“Happy birthday,” Yeonjun says once more, as he returns from the car with an unopened bottle of wine and two wine glasses. Huh, you guess that’s why he took so long to grab something to drink from the ‘cooler’, actually... do either of you even own a cooler? “Better appreciate this wine, it was pricey.”

“I distinctly recall telling you not to spend much on me this year,” you sigh, but you’re staring down the bottle, “and you already arranged this impromptu trip.”

“Well, I wanted to, it’s not every day you turn thirty-four.” Yeonjun doesn’t add anything else, as he hands you the bottle of wine; you decide not to call out how he can’t meet your eyes properly.

Cabernet Sauvignon 1999, the bottle reads. You don’t know much about wine—you’re not that old yet—just that it usually tastes good. “Is it good? I don’t think I’ve tried Cabernet Sauvignon, have I?”

“You haven’t, I think you’ll like it. It would’ve gone well with dinner.”

You hum, taking a corkscrew handed to you, as Yeonjun takes a seat beside you.

A couple of glasses later, you blurt, “Thanks. For this—the trip, dinner. And the wine. I like it a lot.” It’s not quite what you’d meant to say, in such a stilted manner. You guess you need a little more liquid courage, as you pour yourself another glass.

“I can tell, that’s like your third glass.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, as Yeonjun snorts into his glass. Cheeks warming, you start internally motivating yourself—if being alive for thirty-four years has taught you anything, it’s that everything’s worth a shot. You miss a hundred of the shots you don’t take… or whatever the saying is. “Do you remember that time I said we should just marry each other if we’re still single by thirty-four?”

After a pause, Yeonjun raises a brow, “Yes?”

“I’m surprised you remember that, considering you passed out right after… Are you saying we should get married, then?” Something passes over his features before he turns to you, and laughs something that isn’t exactly humorous, “I think that might be enough wine for you.”

“I’ve only had two glasses.”

“Two-and-a-half,” you correct after glancing down at your half-full glass. “I’m not drunk, maybe a teensy bit tipsy, but—fuck, that’s not the point.”

“What is the point you’re trying to make then? Yeonjun laughs, it almost looks like that familiar glint has returned to his eyes. You’d appreciate it if you weren’t about to implode.

“I, uh,” you clear your throat. Yeonjun continues to regard you with amusement; you vaguely wonder if he’ll still be amused once you manage to get the words—your confession out, or if you’ll go and ruin everything because of some stupid feelings. “Fuck, this is kinda difficult.”

“Okay, um,” maintaining eye contact is a test of your mental strength, which is why you avert your gaze even though you’ve turned to face Yeonjun, as you utter your next sentence, “So, it’s taken me an embarrassingly long time to realize that I’ve, uh, sort of, kind of been in love with you for probably forever. No, I—”

“I’m in love with you,” you rephrase more confidently, yet you end up shrinking in on yourself when the only response you receive is Yeonjun blinking blankly at you. “So, um, you could say something… right about now. Like, you hate me and are kicking me out? Well, ideally, you could say that you feel the same and—”

“Breathe,” Yeonjun reaches over to squeeze your clammy hand. Taking a breath as instructed, you realize you have not been breathing properly since you began speaking. “I was just—you’re being serious? You aren’t just drunk, and you aren’t fucking with me?”

“Two-and-a-half glasses, I’m tipsy at worst,” you reiterate, “and I’m not fucking with you either.”

“Oh.” Yeonjun breathes, which does nothing to assuage the anxiety that feels like it might have colored your face pallid, as it incessantly knocks against your ribcage.

“Oh? C’mon man, I just confessed my love to you, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I’m nervous as shit right now.”

“Sorry, I was just…” Yeonjun laughs, the asshole laughs. “We really are best friends, huh? I spent all week trying to figure out how to make your birthday special, and confess my love to you at the end of the night. And here you are, beating me to it.”

“You… oh.”

“C’mon man, give me a little more than ‘Oh’, I just told you your love is reciprocated,” Yeonjun laughs as he repeats your previous words, teasing, “I’m nervous as shit, too.”

So, you down the rest of your glass before setting it aside and scooting too close for comfort, and ask, “Can I kiss you?” Because if thirty-four years of life has taught you anything, it’s to not waste any more time.

“Uh… yes.” Yeonjun’s widened eyes dart from both of your eyes, to your lips, and back.

And, so, you close the distance to kiss him.

Maybe it’s not magical, maybe you don’t feel any supposed sparks or fireworks. But it feels right, like it’s meant to be as you cup Yeonjun’s cheek and shift to curl your hand around his nape. It feels like caressing the petals of a burgundy rose.

(“Have you just always known you loved me? Even when I threw up on you the first time we got drunk?” You ask, a few hours, and a couple more glasses of wine later.

“Ew, but yes, I knew I loved you even then.”

“...Huh. Would you still love me if a witch cursed me and I turned into a worm tomorrow?”

Yeonjun snorts, “A worm?” then he hums in thought, “I would buy the biggest terrarium, and the nicest dirt I can find, and take care of you. I’d find the witch and make her turn you back into a lovely human, too.”

“Good answer,” you smile, leaning over to kiss Yeonjun again, he tastes a little like remnants of Cabernet Sauvignon, deep and red, urging you to kiss him a little deeper. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips when you part.)

Upon thinking about it, not much changes between you and Yeonjun; apart from the kissing, consistently sharing a bed, sober I love you’s, and the other ‘unnecessary PDA’, as Taehyun so kindly put it, while Soobin had fixed the two of you with a disgusted look (you know that deep down somewhere, he’s happy for you both), and Beomgyu shot a thumbs up before going back to hogging the cookies Soobin baked—Kai was more focused on trying to steal some cookies, which he managed.

Your mother had practically wept out of joy when you told her the news, ‘I’m going to see my baby get married! I thought the day would never come!’ she’d cried out, and rushed to tell anyone that would listen to her. Overdramatic, and a little hurtful, by the way… You didn’t even say anything about marriage, either!

“Hm?” You reluctantly blink your eyes open at the call of your name, to see Yeonjun looking at you with a suspicious grin on his face.

“I love you.”

“...What did you do? I love you too, though, even if I have to become an accomplice.”

“I didn’t do anything bad, I just love you.”

“Mm, you loser. I love you more.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” Yeonjun hums, your eyes follow him as he sits up and reaches for something from his nightstand, “‘Cause I think I love you more? So much that I’m asking if you’d do me the honor of marrying me.” He says so casually, contrasting how he carefully opens a small, velvety box. It gives a quiet creak as it pops open, revealing a simple silver band. A ring. An engagement ring.

After blinking the fatigue out of your eyes, and confirming that you’re not seeing or hearing things, you sit up with a start, “You—

“You dick, why would you propose to me while I’m half-asleep?!”

“Well, if you said no, I could’ve just written it off as you being tired and mishearing me… I’ll get you a nicer wedding ring, too, if you say yes, that is. Well, I already have one—”

Yeonjun grunts as you throw yourself onto him, “You’re such an idiot, I love you. Yes, I’ll marry you, there’s no question about it.”

You can’t recall the moment you started loving Yeonjun; maybe it was the day you met and he let you play his PlayStation. Maybe it was in middle school when more people started to see him, or maybe it was in high school…

Maybe you can’t pinpoint the exact moment, maybe you’ve just always loved Yeonjun. It’d be hard not to love him; he’s as beautiful as a white rose—inside and out—one that you’d pluck from the dirt with your bare hands, thorns and all, just to keep to yourself, even if for a little while. Maybe that’s selfish, but you think that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

You part from Yeonjun as your friends and family cheering fills your ears. Feeling like words can’t do your feelings in that moment justice, you kiss him once more, in hopes to convey them a little better.

“I know. I love you,” he says, because he knows you best.

Grinning so happily that your cheeks begin to ache, you properly part from Yeonjun this time, and walk hand-in-hand down the aisle.

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dicey-booz · 10 months

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Eddie Munson x reader

Old fic clearing out drafts(so there might be spelling errors n stuff)

Description: reader ends up likes Eddie but hes to obsessed with Chrissy. But y’all gon end up with gareth cuzz I like fluffy haird men

Eddie was being distant with everyone,the only time people got talked to him the most was at lunch. Ever since the deal with Chrissy,Eddie’s been all over her. Letting her sit next to him everywhere,even your spot next to him at hellfire and lunch. You new seat was next to Gareth. You talked to him a lot,about mostly everything.

You told him about your feelings toward Eddie,he just told you he had feels for another girl in his math class. Today wasn’t different. Eddie had Chrissy right by his side during lunch as you sat next to Gareth again. “Every think this is gonna end?”Gareth said while tossing a chip in his mouth “hopefully… I can’t even catch him alone. When he is he doesn’t listen” you said annoyed. Out the corner of your eye you can see Eddie getting up heading out of the lunchroom. “Im gonna ask him now” you said getting up,you were gonna ask Eddie out to some milkshakes or just to hang out anyway.

“Eddie! Wait!” You ran up to catch up to him “what” he said with a sigh “I- uhm wanted to ask if we or you wanted to hang out?.. like go get-“ he cut you off “got plans with Chrissy,she’s coming over” “ oh,maybe we can plan it Sunday?” He wouldn’t have anything to do right? “Teaching Chrissy how to play the guitar.” He said obviously not interested at all in hanging out with you “well when are you free?” “Look.. your a nice person-“ no fucking way. Hes giving the classical ‘no I don’t like you,leave me alone’ “and I just don’t think we would work” he finished talking but you weren’t really listening to lost in your thoughts

“ oh ok” you said coldly “see you later Eddie” you were now walking back to the lunchroom,you weren’t sad,maybe a little but mostly mad. You knew Eddie 5 more years then Chrissy did. Why would he go for her?

•time skip•

Eddie left with Chrissy and gareth was driving you home. You told him what happened with a few tears slipped. “He’s an Asshole” gareth mumbled loud enough to were I could hear. “No shit” you mumbled back. You sighed as you sat up looking at your street name. “Bye gareth” you said as you picked up you bag and opened the door. “I’ll take you out for milkshakes?.” He said as you stepped out the car. You could hear the nervousness in his voice but it was sweet “sounds…nice” you smiled “cool, I’ll pick you up..or after school?” You shrugged “we can skip, pick me up at 9” “ok” you can see the excitement i his eyes. You both said your goodbyes then you walked inside right into your room.

You where happy that Eddie found someone.and that you found someone..maybe Gareth didn’t clarify if it was a date. You still felt a tiny bit sad about Eddie but it was filled with anger. He went for a cheerleader,that he first met selling weed to the cheerleader for her boyfriend. It doesn’t make any sense he gave up you, 5 years,comforted him when he got bullied,his uncle thought you were amazing for Eddie,but he chose a cheerleader, 5 days, hasn’t even meant his uncle, has or had a boyfriend.

You sighed, but you knew you were gonna get back at Eddie.

New a/n: I’ll post the pt.2 later today( if I can find it I have over 57 drafts rn)

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lovelyhamstring · 2 years

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Bruised & Bloody | part 2

part 1

summary Eddie fucks you hard after you play nurse

warnings NSFW, afab reader, p n v sex, dirty talk, minor DNI, reader has a praise kink! spanking, rough sex, oral (fem & male receiving), protected sex, face sitting, straight smut all the through, slight fluff at the end, i think that’s it

author’s note IM SO SORRY this took so long plz forgive me, life has been getting in the way, but working on more requests now ;) NOT PROOF READ

word count 2500+

Feeling his body pressed against yours was something you didn’t know you needed until that moment. As his hands glide over the side of your hips and waist, down to where your torso and thigh connect, brushing his hand over the top of your jean shorts. You two are still face to face while his eyes follow his gliding hands, making sure he takes in every part of your body. You watch him closely, feeling his guitar calloused fingers make their way back up to your neck, he grips the back of it pulling your lips up to his. His lips were as pillowy as they looked, the two of you moving so cohesively it felt like you rehearsed this a million times. You open your mouth just enough for him to slide his tongue in, letting it dance with yours. So many thoughts swarmed your brain, mostly along the lines of “oh fuck, this is really happening” but they all vanished as Eddie slid his hand up your shirt, through the top of your bra, directly to your nipple pinching at the sensitive bud.

The sudden sensation sent a single shock wave through your body as you let out a soft moan into Eddie’s mouth. “I love when you get excited for me” Eddie said against your bottom lip, quickly taking it between his teeth pulling it towards him before letting it snap back against your teeth. This man is going to be the death of you. He smiled down at you before looking down at your still meatloaf and mashed potato stained shirt and letting out a chuckle. “Was wondering why you smelt so delicious” Eddie laughed. “Let's get this mess off of ya shall we” he said pulling your shirt over your head exposing your cleavage and black bralette. You giggled at the fact you really made out for ten minutes with your crush since middle school so mindlessly that you forgot you were coated hour old mystery meat. Eddie’s expression went blank as he stared at your now shirtless chest.

“Jesus y/n… you’re so” Eddie trails off cupping your breast through your bra. “I’m just one lucky guy” he says, cheekily smiling back at you. “I don’t know if lucky would be the first word in my mind, but painfully sweet might be one” you say, loving every minute of Eddie’s praise. “Baby, the only two words that could describe this is either luck or fate, me being sweet is just a secret gift” he said leaning down and placing sloppy kisses down the side of your neck down to the tops of your boobs. You wiggle slightly, enough to make Eddie release the tops of your tits from his lips, just long enough to slip off and toss your bra aside. Not skipping a moment Eddie attaches his lips to your right nipple swirling his tongue in circles while applying just the right amount of suction to make you gasp, squirming underneath him. “S-shit Eddie” you moan, your hand making its way up to his scraggly hair.

Eddie lets out a deep groan against your sensitive skin as you mindlessly tug his long strands. “Say my name again” he says, his voice much deeper than before, the words gush out of his mouth like they’ve been soaking in a pool of lust. “Eddie, you’re s-so good” you moan louder this time making sure you grip his hair once more. “Fuck” Eddie says, pulling away from your breasts. “Take these off” he demands, undoing the button of your jean shorts. The wetness in your drawers has been growing since you got into his van that day. You practically rip your shorts off your legs, leaving you exposed in just your black lace thong. Eddie takes in this image quickly before leaning his head down to the waistband of your thong, he takes the fabric between his teeth, looking up into your eyes before pulling the string as far as possible and releasing it, letting it slap back against the bottom of your stomach.

Through that entire thing he never broke eye contact between the two of you and you swore you could’ve finished from that image alone. He smiled up at you before placing a wet kiss right above the thin fabric and licking a long strip up your body. His wide, wet tongue passes over your stomach to the space in between your tits, following your chest to your clavicle before tracing your soft jawline, stopping at your ear. Your whole body shivered from the wet sensation of his tongue. “You wanna make me the happiest man alive, princess?” Eddie says, his lips pressed to your ear. You nod back, panting too hard to reply verbally. “Good” is the last thing Eddie says before hooking his hand around the back of your knee, flipping over to lay on his back while pulling your leg over top of him. Now that you were straddling his lap, you could tell how aroused he really was, feeling is cock, long and hard through his jeans. “Put that pretty pussy in my face, baby” he said, gripping both of your ass cheeks so hard he had to have left marks. “Like sit on it?” you ask shyly. No one you’d been with had ever asked you to sit on their face, usually they didn’t even take much of your clothes off. You were much more used to the drunken party bathroom sex or the ‘I’m not ready for a relationship, but we can mess around’ quickie before their parents get home.

“No one’s ever asked you?” Eddie questioned, like he couldn’t believe that anyone actually hadn’t. “Uh no not at all, if I’m honest, this is the most of me anyone has ever seen” you say, looking down at your twirling fingers. He leaned forward putting his finger under your chin lifting your face to look at him. “Well they sound like fucking idiots” Eddie says, giving you a quick kiss before collapsing back down and yanking you up to where your thighs were now on either side of his chest. He licked his lips looking at the top of your lace covered cunt. Eddie looked up at you for permission, as soon as you gave him the nervous nod to keep going he pulled you up the rest of the way. Your barely hidden pussy now hovering over his face. With one swift motion he hooks his finger on the string, pulling it to the side, licking a long stripe from your sopping entrance up to your sensitive clit. You let out a gasp, your thighs clenching tighter around his head. He wraps both his arms from under your thighs and pulls your body down, plunging his tongue deeper into your pussy. Your moans were constant at this point, you tried to keep quiet but no one had ever made you feel this good. Eddie laps up your juices, moaning into your cunt as his lips attach to your clit, his tongue circling for a moment before sucking the aching bud into his mouth. “O-oh fuck” is all you can manage to say as Eddie sucks hard on your clit.

“You're so wet for me” he groans against your pussy lips. “Taste so fucking good” Eddie moans again, the vibrations making your toes curl and your legs start to tremble. You look down to see Eddie’s eyes were glued shut, focused on making you feel good. The image was weirdly like a piece of art; his bangs stuck to his forward through beads of sweat, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, lashing catching whatever moisture his bangs didn’t. It’s an image you could look at forever but your thoughts are interrupted when Eddie dips his tongue down into your wetness again, making you squeeze your eyes shut from pleasure, he groans hard from the taste of your sweet juices. He slides his tongue into your entrance making you hiss from the stretching of your walls, moving his tongue in and out, tongue fucking your pussy then going back to sucking your clit, creating a rhythm while still maintaining the suction. You can feel your belly begin to tighten as he continues. “Eddie, please right there” you moan. You feel him grip your ass even tighter than before, pulling you down forcefully, making you grind against his face, a raunchy moan escaping your lips as you feel his teeth graze against your clit.

As he laps and sucks at your aching pussy, groaning hungrily into you while he listens to you moan his name. Eddie keeps the pace and without warning shoves two fingers into you, up to the edge of his rings, curling his fingers upwards. He created a similar rhythm with his fingers, hitting just the right spot over and over. “Shit” you pant, the sensation in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. “Eds I-I’m about t-” is all you could stutter out before you threw your head back, intense waves of pleasure shoot through your body, your legs tremble and your thighs squeeze against his ears. Your moans even louder than before, riding Eddie’s face through your orgasm. You open your eyes, still breathing heavily, to see Eddie’s dark eyes looking up at you.

You two were already drenched in sweat, him more than you obviously. He took the next few seconds to lick up all of the moisture your climax had produced before you swung your leg over and collapsed beside him. “Holy shit Munson, you must’ve had a lot of practice huh” you say, turning your head to look at his glistening face. “You know sweetheart, I wasn’t lying when I said most girls don’t like me. That was my first time” he says almost shyly, trying to pull some of the hair from his face. “Eating someone out!?” you ask loudly, truly that can’t be right. “No, I’ve done that, but never had the nerve to ask a girl to ride my face” he said. You smiled, his thumb rubbing your thigh, his other hand adjusting his growing bulge through his jeans. “Well, I’m glad you chose me to do those honors” you say, sliding your way down his mattress and planting your knees on the floor between his legs that hung off the bed. You unbutton his pants before pulling them down to his knees.

He kicks them off the rest of the way leaving him in only now tight fitting boxers. Without hesitation you grab his bulge through the fabric making Eddie shift his hips letting out a throaty moan. You look up into his dark eyes and shoot him a smile before pulling his waistband down to let his lengthy erection spring free and lapping up the pre-cum coating its head. Eddie tosses his head back as you take as much of him into your mouth, still leaving a few inches as his long cock hits the back of your throat. “O-oh God, shit” he breathes out, gripping the top of your hair to shove your throat further down his member. You take him out of your mouth quickly, looking up at him, he opens his eyes for a moment. “You can be as rough as you’d like with my baby, I don’t mind” you smile up at him, you can practically see his eyes grow a few shades darker.

“Oh you might regret that soon, sweetheart” he says, petting the side of your cheek before snatching the back of your hair once more and thrusting his dick down your throat. You let out a moan of pain as he thrust faster into your mouth, each time jamming into the back of your throat. Before you could try and resist, Eddie takes another thrust into you and pushes your hair down further causing you to gag. With anybody else you might’ve been embarrassed but Eddie, despite fucking the shit out of your throat at the moment, made you feel so beautiful. “You like this big cock down your throat, y/n” Eddie growls. “You like choking on it huh” he says again, feeling himself bottom out in your throat with each thrust as he watches the tears stream from your shut eyes. “Tell me y/n, who do you belong to” Eddie coos, keeping your head still on his cock. You try to speak, only getting a muffle sound for your swollen lips.

“What was that, darling” Eddie says, pulling your head up, the loud pop of his dick being yanked from your mouth echoed through the room. “You Eddie Munson” you gasp out, finally getting a chance to catch your breath. “Fuck, you’re so hot” Eddie growls, bending down to place a sloppy kiss on your drool covered lips. “Come up here” Eddie says, yanking you up by your arm, once you’re sat beside him, he reaches to his nightstand taking out a condom and ripping open the small package. He quickly pulls it down his shaft before pushing your body down to hover over you, his thick head centimeters away from your entrance. He looks down into your eyes, waiting for some kind of okay. You nod your head as he wastes no time, slowly sliding into your tight dripping pussy. You grab the top of his shoulder and gasp as you feel him stretching out your walls.

“Eddie, oh my god!” you moan, looking up into his dark eyes again as he continues to slowly pump his dick into you. “You take me so well” Eddie coos into your ears, sending chills down your spine as the stretching pain starts to turn into pure bliss, feeling Eddie’s cock jam into your spongey sensitive spot. His teeth grab the top of your ear as he nibbles at the flesh, picking up the pace as your moans grow louder and messier. “Eddie please, don’t stop” you moan again, gripping his shoulder tighter as he quickens his pace. He’s breathing hard into your ear, letting out a groan with every other stroke into you. Without warning, Eddie pulls out, grabbing your hand to yank you up then bending you down into the mattress.

Eddie positions himself behind you before thrusting himself hard and fast. You practically yell out from the sudden penetration, Eddie grabs your hair and shoves your head further into the mattress as he quickens his strokes once more. “Your ass is so fucking” Eddie trails off through breaths before slapping his hand across your left ass cheek making you yelp, not expecting the harsh contact. “Shit” Eddie says, fucking you harder now as you use the sheets to stifle your messy moans. “Eddie, I-I’m s-so close” you moan again as he slaps your ass once more. The stinging sensation going straight to your pussy, you feel your belly tighten again and notice Eddie’s begins to moan louder, thrusts losing the rhythm they had before. “Ohhh fuck” Eddie almost shouts, slamming into you hard, making your back arch further as you dig your nails into the sheets. “Oh shit Eddie! Fuck”, you moan, feeling your orgasm flow through your body as your knees shake against the bed. You feel his hot seed fill the condom as he pumps slowly into you, riding through both of you orgasms. He pulls out, flopping himself beside you as your knees buckle, making you fall down right next to him.

You two intertwine in sticky, hot lust as you try to catch your breath. He snakes his hand around your waist as the other caresses your cheek. “That was… holy shit” Eddie laughs, looking at you fucked out face in admiration. “Yeah, it really was” you giggle, placing your hand on his chest. “Think I’m gonna have to defend m’lady more often, huh” he says, pulling your body closer to him, disregarding both of your sticky flesh as you scoot into him. “Your lady” you ask, looking back up at him as he blushes, looking down and smiling. “Well I mean, only if you think that’s uh cool I guess” Eddie says, looking back at you. You lean over and press a passionate kiss to the crook of his neck. “So cool” you smile back, giggling and mocking his choice of words. “Fuck yes” Eddie breaths out, as if he’d been holding it forever, attacked your neck to a fit of kisses. There you two were, no longer strangers, intertwined in a fucked out, sticky, cuddly mess; but this was only the beginning for the two of you.

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svttingz · 1 year

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forehead kisses and kisses kisses

request from @bubbly0bookworm !!

pairing: Klaus Baudelaire x F!reader

summary: after escaping count Olaf’s with the Baudelaire's, you guys find yourselves at the home of Dr. Montgomery, when a series of unfortunate events follow you.

warning: described nightmares ( not really described but yk) and just pure fluff !!

A/n : i imagine this to be like a prequel to ‘Thunderstorms and books” so i might write a prequel to this one too that way it makes more sense! and imma be honest this is my first request and when i tell you i am so excited its crazy, i was in the middle of school work and i was like AHHHHHHHH, im not really a romantic person but we will see how this goes ! im sorry if this is bad i had no ideas whatsoever lol

“its a brand new episode in your lives, children,” Mr. Poe says with a bright smile on his face, “in a few minutes you will be meeting your new guardian Dr. Montgomery. hes your closest living relative, and apparently should have been your guardian all along, according to your deceased parents’ will.” he says as he continues to drive

“Now Y/N, i have no clue where your parents wanted you but im just gonna send you with the Baudelaire children, if that’s what you want.” he says turning his head a bit to look at you.

“fine with me.” you say shrugging your shoulders. You were sitting in the middle of Violet, Klaus, and Sunny so your shoulders rubbed against them a little, it was a little crowded in the back seat so you wasn't sure if you felt anxious about being so close to Klaus or anxious about meeting Dr. Montgomery.

as Mr. Poe continued to talk, you turn to look at Klaus, “what if Dr. Montgomery don’t like me?” you ask fidgeting with your fingers a little, “i’m sure everything will be fine, Y/N.” he says while grabbing your hand. you two sit there and stare at each other with light smiles on your face’s, until that moment was ruined because a loud cough was heard from Mr. Poe

you and Klaus obviously had feelings for each other, the way he comforted you the whole time you were at count Olaf's, the way he hugged you, it was obvious more then friendship was there. one night you were asleep on the floor at count Olaf’s, and you had a terrible nightmare.

a scream escaped your lips as you sat up as quickly as possible. your heart was racing, and tears began to fall you had a nightmare. it was about your parents, they were burning in your house. “Y/N!” your mom screamed. when you woke up you expected your parents to be there. to hold you. but it was real. you were living a nightmare.

“Y/N! What happened?” a voice said as their arms wrapped around you. you couldn't make out who it was until you looked up. it was Klaus. you tried to speak but all you could get out was sobs. “shh its okay.” he said wrapping his arms around you tighter. as your sobs continued you felt a pair of soft lips on your forehead. after you kept your head buried in his chest till you calmed down a bit.

“my parents. it was about my parents” you say looking up at Klaus. “its like i was there, i watched.” you say as the tears just kept falling. you were a stuttering mess, and before you knew it you were staring into Klaus’ eyes and before you knew it he gave you another kiss on the forehead. “its gonna be OK” he says

- time skip to Dr. Montgomery’s house-

“so how exactly is Dr. Montgomery related to you guys?” you ask, “Dr. Montgomery is, let me see, their late father’s cousin’s wife’s brother” Mr. Poe responds

“oh” you say, “what do we call him i mean he’s not exactly our uncle” Violet says. “Well, you can call him Dr. Montgomery, unless of course he asks you to call him by his first name, in which case you'll call him Montgomery.” Mr. Poe says “his name is Montgomery, Montgomery?” you ask, you look down for a seconds as you walk up to the short staircase in front of the house and you see that you and Klaus are still holding hands.

you two turn to look at each other red in the face and immediately pull your hands away from each other. “Yes, yes. And I'm sure he's very sensitive about that, so please don't ridicule him. "Ridicule" means "tease." Mr. Poe says. “we know what ridicule means” Klaus says. a loud cough can be heard from Mr. Poe once again.

“what if Dr. Montgomery is just like count Olaf?” You ask Klaus. “he probably is nothing like count Olaf, i hope” Klaus says but mumbles the last part.

“Hello, Hello, hello, you must be the Violet, Klaus and sunny” Dr. Montgomery says bending down to our height holding 3 slices of cake. “Well, this is perfect timing because I have just finished frosting this delicious coconut cream cake. Take a fork, take a fork, take a fork.“ Dr. Montgomery says.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Montgomery” Violet says. “Please, call me Monty. I don't like fancy titles unless they get me a discount at the movies. Ah, do you like going to the movies?“ Monty asks, “Very much. But our parents didn't take us very often.“ Violet says. that’s when Monty looks over to you, “and who might you be?” he says

“L/N, Y/N L/N” you say while holding out your hand out for him to shake, “hello Y/N, will you be staying with us as well?” he asks with a smile on his face. “yes.” you say with a smile. “Oh how wonderful!” he says excitedly.

- later that night -

you were just getting settled in your room when a knock was heard, “Y/N, its me” the voice said, you knew immediately it was Klaus, you open the door and say “hey, whats up?” Klaus looks up at you and says “U-um i just wanted to check and make sure everything was alright,” he says while fidgeting with his fingers. “and that you were settled in.” He says

“everything is fine, its very nice here” you say with a smile forming on your face. “good” Klaus says with a smile. the silence after that was very intense, you would almost say crazy intense. “listen, uh, if you have a nightmare again, wake me up OK? i don’t want you to go through that alone.” he says. “i will. thank you Klaus” you say, he walks out and closes the door.

you woke up in a cold sweat, screaming, and the visions from your “dream” kept replaying in your head. screams from your parents were heard, fire was everywhere, and it was like you were there. watching. just like last time. you were pulled from your thoughts when the door slammed open,

“Y/N!” Klaus yells as he ran toward you, his arms immediately wrapped around you, “shh its OK,” he says while rubbing your head with his hand, “Another nightmare?” he asks while looking down at you. all you could make out was sobs, you were having a major feeling of deja vu, it took you back to the night Klaus first did this.

“i-it happened again, Klaus, i seen them again.” you sobbed out, “Im so sorry, i wish i could stop it. take all your pain and suffering away” he says, you lean in closer to him and wrap your arms around him. “Im sorry, im bothering you. you should go back to bed” you say pulling away, wiping the rest of your tears away with the sleeve of your nightgown

“I dont want to leave you here alone.” Klaus says while looking into your eyes. you look back at him, and before you knew it you were leaning in, a quick peck was placed on your lips, “Crap, Y/N im so sorry, i didnt mean to-” Klaus started but was interrupted by you placing another peck to his lips, “dont be sorry, its fine. i enjoyed it.” You say with a smile, Klaus gives you a sweet smile back, “i did too.” He says.

“so what does this mean?” you ask. “what do you mean?” Klaus asks, you both look at each other then the realization hits Klaus with a small ‘oh’ , “Well considering the circumstances i would love it if you would be my girlfriend.” Klaus says with a soft smile. “i would love that as well” you say.

- the next day -

“woe is me” the broken hearted crocodile says, “Woe is you? We're the ones whose parents perished in a fire and now we're being passed around like hot potatoes.” Klaus says “Look, Klaus. It can't understand you.” Violet says. you look at the Baudelaire siblings with a look of confusion. “I know that!” Klaus says rolling the mad out in front of him.

then suddenly the doorbell rang.

Monty had just left to take the iguana on a walk and you, Violet, Klaus and Sunny, were alone. and then you guys make your way to the door. you open the door to see

“Hello, I am Stephano Dr. Montgomery Montgomery’s new assistant” count Olaf says.

im sorry this is so short, and i didnt include alot of parts cause well copyright, i hope you enjoyed this lmk what you think, and requests are open !!

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the-moonlightwitch-official · 1 year

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NO PLACE LIKE HOME pt:4

WARNING: 18+ minors dni, murder, stalking, creepy, kidnapping,

NOT PROOF READ.

i put my moonlightussy into this

“ i dont want to go to U.A anymore” you said shuffling your food around your plate with a fork. “What? You love U.A” your mom said in shock. “And stop playing with your food. I worked hard to make this meal and also worked hard to get you into U.A”

You looked up at the clock on the wall only to see that it was only 6:30 p.m. The day seriously just wasn’t ending quick enough. More silence filled the air, other than the sound of your mothers fork scraping the plate as she ate. So many emotions went through you as you remembered your experience at school today and the experiences everyday since you found out that three of your teachers are bound to you.

You rolled your eyes and slowly pushed your plate away. “It’s not enjoyable anymore mom. They prohibit me most of the time from hero training, and give me unnecessary detention. They are narcissistic, obsessive, possessive-” “STOP THAT” your mom cut in. “that is certainly not true. Your grades are amazing and you are getting detention because you are skipping classes!”

You stood up and walked away from the table. “That was one time!” she finished her last bit of food before collecting both of the plates and heading towards the kitchen to put them in the sink. “It doesnt matter y/n. You should continue to be in U.A. I am not taking you out. END OF STORY!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed, stomping away and going to your room. You flopped on the bed and looked at your phone only to see almost 50 messages from the trio. You threw your phone as hard as you could and watched it bounce off the wall and bust into pieces. Closing your eyes and rolling over, you went to sleep.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You groggily wiped your eyes and yawned. You slammed your hand on the stop button of the alarm next to your bed and you reached over to grab your phone only not to see where it would usually be in the mornings. Looking over, you remember what you did to it last night before going to sleep. You got ready for school and left the broken phone on the ground and left the house making sure to avoid your mother.

Arriving at U.A was depressing. Mostly just pep talking yourself into just accepting that this is your new life. Upon entering the building you happened to run into All might. “Oh! Hey ms. y/n” you looked up at him and shrugged. “You didn't see my messages, is everything ok? You shrugged and began walking away. “My phone broke last night.” All might turned to you and a light bulb lit up in his head. “I could get you a new one.” you rolled your eyes and continued walking. “Im good” He ignored the other students trying to get his attention and jogged up to you. “Please, I'm sure you need a phone and it will be no cost to you.” He feels excited because this is finally his time to provide for you.

“Whatever.” you said as you waved him off and walked to your homeroom.

“Shota looked up at you from his laptop as he seen you coming in. “hello there darling.” he frowned on the inside when he wasnt met with any response. “You know i texted you yesterday. The least my baby can do is respond.” you looked up in annoyance while unpacking your things for the day. “My phone broke last night.” shota leaned back in his chair and responded quickly “I can get you a new one baby.” you rolled your eyes. “Dont you need to save up money and provide for your husband?” Shota scoffed playfully at your response.

“Sweetheart its fine, i have more than enough money to get you the newest phone that just came out. Besides, it’s my job to provide for you.”

Hizashi came waltzing in after shota said that and joined the convo while walking towards you and doing playful finger guns. “Whats up my babies?” He kissed you on the temple and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “y/n broke her phone so i opted to get her a new one, she’s declining.” Hizashi looked at you and gasped. “Your phone broke? No wonder you didn't respond to us last night. You should let us get you a new phone babes. It's our job to provide for ya. Ya dig?”

“All might already offered to get a new phone for me.” the couple visibly frowned. Hizashi looked up at shota and cringed in irritation upon hearing the news. Shota waved a hand at him dismissing his anger as a silent way to tell him to calm down. “Let him get the phone.”

After class and all the students left, shouta kissed you on the lips and was surprised that you kissed back. shota looked at your form walking away in awe. Hizashi came walking in and seen shota all giddy and smiley. “Whats got you all sunshine and rainbows?” shota looked at his husband and smiled. “She kissed me back.” hizashi looked shocked and nodded. “Thats great babe.”

Shota smiled to himself and spoke. “Look zashi, i know you dont like toshinori right now and it’s understandable. But just let him try, ok?” hizashi nodded and understood. After saying that toshinori came in looking for y/n. “Hey what’s up?” hizashi said trying not to sound awkward. “Nothing much just looking for y/n, i got her a new phone.” shota looked shocked. “That quick?” toshinori shrugged. “Yeah i guess. I dont have a tight schedule today and i won’t be busy until 3pm, so i have a lot of free time.” shota looked at the phone toshi was holding. “Let me see.” toshi handed it over. It was the newest phone model that came out this year. “Let me make some changes to it first before we give it to her.” shota said walking towards his desk with it.

“Like what?” toshinori asked. “Just some spyware and secret controls so we can see what she’s doing and who she’s talking to. You know. For safety.” Toshinori nodded and agreed. “Good idea.” shota took out the phone and turned it one and started setting it up. “Dont worry, i’ll give it to her at the end of the day, knowing that you have a tight schedule and all towards dismissal.” toshinori smiled. “Ok thank you so much” and walked away.

The bell rang loudly for dismissal and all of the kids got up and shuffled out, like they’ve never seen daylight before. Finally school is over for the day. you sighed in relief. You have spent all day low-key dodging the soulmates. After packing your things and getting up you raced out of the class and blended in with the crowd, Only poking your head up above the sea of kids to see if one of your soulmates (old enough to be your father) were around.

You were walking like a speed demon and spent too long staring back above the crowd to notice anyone in front of you. Turning your head to finally face forward, only to yelp in surprise when you face plant into a chest that feels like a sturdy brick wall. You slowly pulled your head away from the chest. The more you pulled back the more of the color black you saw. Immediately knowing who it was and sighed in irritation.

“L/N” you looked up to see Shota Aizawa. His raven hair floating in the air and his eyes a bright crimson red. Irritation painted all over his face. He grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the crowd and aside into his classroom. Closing the door and locking it in the process.

“I called you over a million times.” he said, turning to face you. He couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. He’s so in love with you.

You noticed him masking his nervousness with irritation. He approached you with a new phone and handed it to you. You looked down in surprise and cautiously grabbed the box.

“I told you all might would give me one.” Shota let out a sigh. “ call him toshinori outside of class and he did, I'm just handing it to you because he has a tight schedule.” You opened the box and took a look at the phone. “It's already set up?” Shota was heading towards his desk to sit down. “Yep, your welcome.” he mumbled while shuffling papers around his desk. “thanks i guess.” you said shyly while putting it in your backpack. You wanted nothing more than to get away.

As you were heading towards the door, shota spoke up. “Hey, why dont you help me grade papers?” you didnt turn to look at him as you spoke. “I have loads of homework to do, sorry” he stood up and walked to the side of his desk and pulled out a chair that belonged to your desk. You fucking hated that he moved your desk so close to him that its literally on the side of his desk. “You can do it here, i’ll even help you, sweety” you huffed in defeat and headed to sit down. He smiled and kissed your temple as you sat down.

You played with your thumbs as you watched him sit down and start grading papers and type away at his computer. He looked down at you. “Well are you gonna get started?” you snapped out of it and got out your homework and started on it. After an hour, hizashi came knocking on the door and shota got up and walked towards the door unlocking it. You heard them speaking quietly to each other as you did your homework. You were paying close attention to your homework and trying not to look away, only to notice a tall figure wearing tight black leather pants, jacket, and boots come into view and coming closer. The sound of chains clanking on his suit every time he took a step.

You flinched when the sound of a chair being pulled across the floor happened suddenly. The screeching sound only gets closer. In your peripheral vision you see hizashi pull up a chair and sit next to you. He’s sitting so close to you, its almost like your both sitting in the same chair. He leans over and you watch as green orbs peer through his glasses as he looks at what you're working on. The smell of his cologne is strong and intoxicating. You hate him, but fuck he smelled good. Little did you know, he wore it just for you. He ditched the original scent that he normally wore when he met you and started looking into the more expensive stuff, to really get you going. You hate to admit that it fucking works. You were too zoned out to realize that shota and zashi were speaking to you. You couldn’t help but drop your head down and sniff him.

“This is some stuff that i can help you with, songbird, that Letter should go there and this letter should go he-woah” zashi froze as you buried your face in his neck and took long inhales while gripping his bicep. Shota and hizashi locked eyes. Hizashi’s face was full of confusion and excitement. Same for shota. You wrapped your arms around Hizashi and buried your face further into his neck. The feeling of his warm skin calmed your every nerves. But this makes no sense. You shouldn’t like him. Hizashi realized that you were trying to bring him closer, so he picked you up out of his chair and held you in his chair.

Shota smiled as you clung to his husband like a koala. It’s amazing that he took off his speaker and let his hair down. His long blond hair falling over his shoulders. He looked fine as fuck with his hair down. His gloved hands rubbed your back soothingly. You didn’t realize that you started crying. He held your head and rubbed your back. “Shhh, its ok songbird, its ok”

The war inside your head was loud. Both sides clashed. ‘I love him, I HATE HIM’

You started beating his chest and he grabbed your wrist and held you tighter.

After you calmed down he held you for awhile more. “We should head out, yeah?” Aizawa said softly while organizing his papers and getting his things together. His husband nodded while grabbing your things and putting them in your bag while his other hand held you. You got up off of his lap and avoided eye contact and grabbed your things. “We’ll take you home sweetheart” aizawa insisted while he grabbed your hand. They both held your hands and walked through the halls of U.A. they were free to do that now, since no one was here to see it.

‘I wanna leave, i wanna leave’

Walking past the windows, you noticed that the sun was setting. Your mother must be worried sick. Exiting the building hizashi got a call and he slung his bag over his shoulder like a purse and used his now free hand to answer the call. You could hear your mothers voice on the other end. “Oh! Shes with me ma’am. She stayed after class for tutoring, I'm dropping her off at home.” you could hear the sound of relief in your mothers voice. And her thanking god. He said his good bye’s and ended the call.

Once you all approached the vehicle they let go of your hands. Shota went to the drivers seat and hizashi opened the backset door for you and guided you in. He grabbed shota’s and his bags and put them beside you in the backseat and closed the door. The outside of the car was a nice gray and the seats were soft. Shota started the car and the car started moving. You couldn’t help but look at shota’s forearms as he rolled up his hero suit sleeves and gripped the steering wheel. The muscles of his forearms were hypnotizing. You jumped in surprised when you seen his eyes on you in the rearview mirror. You didn't notice him smirk as he turned his attention back to the road. You looked over at the black bags that they take to work with them and noticed a phone sticking out of Shota’s bag lighting up. You got nosy and looked over to see that his phone was unlocked and open. He must have forgotten to shut it off. There was an app open and there was a nice, huge, and charming house on the screen, But it seemed to be far from the city.

They must be looking to move. WONDERFUL.

“Sweetheart, you being nosy?” You froze and looked up only to see Shota looking at you from the rearview. “N-no.” He smirked. “We’re going to move” he said with a touch of excitement and nervousness in his voice as he stared ahead, only to peak at you every once in awhile to study your expression. Before he could continue, hizashi added in. “It's gonna be great! A nice, huge, breathtaking house, away from the loud city! You're gonna love it!” He yelled in excitement while waving his hands around. He froze when his husband glared at him. Uh oh, the cats out of the bag. “What do you mean I’m going to like it?”

Shota sighed and just told you the truth, might as well. No one would believe you if you said anything anyways. ”Toshinori, zashi, and I are getting married and moving out to a nice house away from the city with you, and eventually adding you to the marriage as well.” You zoned out with panic. The seatbelt felt tighter than usual. You let down the window for air, but it wasn't helping. The car ride seemed longer. “Its ok songbird” hizashi reached a reassuring hand back to rest on your leg. “Sho maybe we should stop to let her get some air.”

“We’re almost there zashi.” Once they stopped at your address, You raced out of the car and into your house. They didnt even get to say goodbye first. You raced up to your room, completely dodging your mom, and used your new phone to call izuku and freak out. Little did you know that the two men got out of the car and were invited in by your mother. Izuku picked up your call worried and you vented to him. He was just as worried as you. Mid freak out, you heard talking inside your house. You set the phone down and left your room to peek into the living room, only to find hizashi and shota sitting at the dining room table, talking to your mother as she made them tea.

Your heart jumped to your throat and you tried to sneak back to your room. “y/n?” shouta called out. “ I have to go to the bathroom!” you called racing back to your bedroom before they can call you to come hang out.

“Hello? Hello? y/n?“ the faint voice of Izuku called out on the other end of the phone from across the room where you left it. You picked up the phone “You have to get me out of here.”

“y/n? y/n?” your mother knocked on your door after checking the bathroom. She rattled the doorknob only to see that it was locked. After another 5 minutes of trying to talk to you, she went and got a spare key to open your door. She opened the door and saw that you weren't there. “Y/N??” your stuff was gone and your window was wide open. “Everything alright?” Shouta asked peeking his head in your room, only to see that you were gone. He put the pieces together and noticed that you ran away. “Why would she run away?” your mother was freaking out in tears and picking up her phone to call everyone she knows to make sure they keep an eye out. “Ma’am im sure she’ll return…maybe she went for a walk?” hizashi added in unsure.

“With her stuff?” shouta glared at his husband. “It’s not safe out there!” your mother said in pure panic. “We’ll go look for her ma’am” hizashi said in reassurance.

Izuku and you were racing down the interstate. Your in the passenger seat freaking out and trying to breathe. “It’s ok, just breathe.” izuku said rolling down your window a smidge. He’s the only one that believes you. This feels like a movie. You and a boy packing your things and running away together. You cant say that you never noticed that Izuku had feelings for you. He looked at you with a face of reassurance and smiled at you. Your heart warmed. Finally arriving at the airport you both grabbed your stuff from out of the car and went in. Thank god izuku had an app that allowed him to book flights quickly. Real life saver.

You both boarded the plane quickly. The trip was so anxiety-inducing. When you both arrived there, Izuku booked you both a hotel room. You unlocked the door and threw yourself onto the bed and screamed into a pillow. “Hey, hey its alright.” Izuku rubbed your back. “Your safe now.” You took some deep breathes and looked out of the window and noticed that it was dark out. “What time is it?” You questioned izuku. He looked at his phone and answered. “9:37 pm”

You thought about your mother and started panicking. “It’s ok, we’re here now.” he reassured you. You nodded in agreement and laid down and tried to get some rest. Izuku turned off the lights and watched some television. Turning to your side you could see the light of the tv on the walls. There was only one bed, so He was on the other side of you. After closing your eyes and breathing to calm your nerves, you finally went to sleep.

Little did you know that shota and Hizashi knew exactly where you were.

“Hey, time to wake up.” Izuku light shook you awake. You sat up and rubbed you eyes. “You hairs a mess.” he giggled. “What time is it?” he looked at his phone. “12:46 pm, we slept in pretty good.” you nodded. “Im going to head downstairs to get us some coffee’s, ok?” you nodded and he headed out.

It’s officially been 24 hours and the heroes can finally take your missing persons case. Shota volunteered to take your case and Toshinori was assigned to help him. Perfect. Hizashi stayed behind to purchase the house and get everything set up. They werent ready to purchase the house or get married yet. But you left and they panicked. They cant have you run away like that. You’ll be safe with them.

While you were gone they got the ball rolling. They took all of their savings and put it towards the marriage and house. Toshinori now sports an engagement ring on his finger. He was just as worried for your safety as the others were. He thanked the gods that he was assigned to your case.

Shota and toshinori walked into the office so they can be given instructions on the case. Toshinori was in his all might form and had an intimidating look on his face. Pure anger and worry. But tried his best to mask it with a smile. There was a killer on the loose and hasn’t been caught yet. Those kids are normally kidnapped and found in america. Shota brought that up and made a good point. They agreed and Shota and toshinori were assigned to take the case to america first, which is great because thats exactly where you were. After being given the instructions, they both boarded a private jet that was given to them and headed towards america. Shota and toshinori constantly checking your location. They thanked the gods together that with the jet, they would reach you within a couple of hours.

You sipped your coffee that izuku gave you and thanked him. After your cup of coffee you sighed. “So what now?” izuku looked at you and shrugged “i dont know, maybe we can go out and explore.” you shook your head, too afraid to go outside. “Nah. I think i wanna stay in here just for today.” he nodded in understanding and turned on the tv and handed you the remote.

You spent the next 6 minutes looking for a channel but nothing was really peaking your interest.

You both spent a good couple of hours watching tv, until you got board and looked over to the window to see two men approaching the building. Your heart raced. They look like shota and the skinny toshinori. You closed your eyes and breathed to calm yourself down.

“It’s not them, it’s not them, i’ts not them.” you whispered to yourself. Izuku looked at you confused. Before he could speak, a knock at the door erupted through the room. They weren’t nice knocks, very impatient, angry knocks.

Your panic rose and izuku put a hand on your shoulder and shushed your panic. He got up and opened the door, only for shota to push him out of the way and walk in. They were both delusional. They thought you were kidnapped, and non of this is your fault, You’d never run away from them right?

You jumped out of bed and to the corner of the room in shock, only to watch a huge, tall, hulking figure, that you know too well, bow his head down to fit through the doorway, walking in behind shota. He must’ve turned into his all might form in the hall before entering the room. Anger and worry clear as day on his face. Shota was dealing with Izuku on the other side of the room, getting really close to his face and gripping his shirt, Whispering profanities and threats in his ear. It’s hard to hear from the corner of the room.

Your attention snapped to toshinori when he spoke to you. “y/n pack your things.” you shook your head and all might sighed began packing them for you. “I know your scared, but do not worry, Because I AM HERE.” He zipped your bag closed and approached you slowly. He doesnt think for a second that your scared of him. He believes that your scared of izuku. His hulking figure crouched down to come face to face with you. The hand not holding your bag, comes up to brush the hair out of your face and wipe your tears. He whispers calmly to you “it’s all ok now, i am here.” he rubs your arm and shushes your cries. “It’s ok y/n, im taking you home now, where you’ll be safe, sweet pea.”

Toshinori looks over to shota who is busy with izuku. “Sho” toshinori calls out to catch his attention. Shota looks over, and the pair nods at each other. They must have a plan of some sort. Toshinori grabs your hand and begins to guide you out of the room. You're hesitant and try to stand your ground. He looks at you reassuringly. “It’s ok now, you're safe with me, shota is taking care of him.” he really believes that you're scared of izuku hurting you if you leave. Shota notices and comes over to you and kisses your forehead, and plucks a hair from your head. “Go baby” he whispers to you calmly. You're still hesitant. They think you're too scared to move. Toshinori takes his free arm and swoops down, and in one swift move you’re on Toshinori’s hip like a baby. He holds your tight and begins to walk out of the door.

Tears fill your eyes as you look back and see shota staring at you lovingly, as izuku is behind him on the ground. Closing your eyes and breathing you look forward and watch as your carried out of the building with a strong securing arm around you. Confusion fills you as toshinori walks behind the building quickly and puts you back on your feet. He looks at you before speaking. “Can i trust you to stay by my side? I’m turning to weak form” you look at him and barely above a whisper you ask “why?” he looks at you after poofing to his weak form. Smoke fills the air around you both as he coughs and grabs your hand and begins walking. “Because im not fucking around right now, I dont need attention on us when im in my All Might form.” he grumbles. Bony fingers gripping tighter around your hand as he guides you to the car that drove both him and shota there. You look up to his bony face and see that theres a dead serious look on his face. Theres no point in running. Even in his small form he could easily catch you. Dont mistake his skinny arms for being weak and frail. They may be twigs but they can still break every bone in your body on a power level people could never comprehend. He only calls it his “weak” form because it has a slightly lower power level than his bigger form.

As you both approach the black car, a man steps out of it. A professional looking man, wearing an expensive suit. He approaches the both of you and rounds the car, opening the car door for you both. Toshinori nods a ‘thank you’ and the man nods back, while taking your bag from toshinori’s hands and letting toshinori get in beside you, shutting the car door. You watch in the rearview mirror from the backseat as the man rounds the car again and opens the trunk and puts your belongings in there. The car bounces a little from the loud ‘thunk’ of the trunk being closed. The man walks past your window and opens his door and gets in. He looks in the rearview mirror and looks at toshinori. “Where to sir?” toshinori squeezes your hand reassuringly and speaks. “Back to the airport.” the man nods and follows instructions, starting the car and beginning the journey there.

The car ride was silent, except for the occasional coughing fit toshinori has. His hand resting on your thigh, lightly squeezing here and there. He notices your anxiety and he turns on the tv screen that was back there. Its a high end car. “Here, watch something.” he says to you. You turn your attention to the tv screen and watch whats on it. Occasionally changing the channel until it landed on a animal documentary. You watched as the baby cats were shown on the screen. It did little to ease your nerves, but at least it did something. “We’re here” toshnori said as the car parked at the airport. The driver rounded the car and opened your doors. When you exited your side, toshinori quickly rounded the car and grabbed your hand so you wouldn’t run away. He grabbed the bag that the driver handed to him and thanked him while turning into his all might form. In another swift move, you were once again on toshinoris hip. He then jumped high into the sky until he reached the destination of the airport he wanted. It was terrifying being so high. You couldn't help but hold on tight and scream. He shushed you gently as you both landed. You were at the privet jet that was assigned to both toshinori and shota. He turned to his small form and boarded it with you. The journey felt like it lasted forever. He offered drinks and occasional board games to play. You ignored him. He lets it slide, thinking that you're still processing everything that happened when you were “kidnapped” by izuku. You look out of the window when he reaches across the small table you both were sitting at and intertwined his fingers with yours. Occasionally rubbing his thumb on your hand lovingly. You cringed as your finger could feel the ring on his finger. The ring that shota and hizashi placed there.

Finally landing in japan and going for another agonizing car ride to the new house. Constantly rejecting toshi’s offers for snacks and drinks when you make break stops. Toshinori is very persistent unfortunately. Setting aside the water he gave you and closing your eyes, you sighed. “Should drink that, its good for you” He mumbled as he took a sip of his own. Ignoring him, you fell asleep and were woken up an hour later by huge gates opening for the car you and toshi were in after the driver put his ID in and was approved. There were vibrant, tall, green trees for miles. Your attention flew to what was behind the miles of trees, A tall brick wall, surrounding the property. The place was huge. The driveway was at least 5 minutes long before reaching the house itself. The front yard was practically a field. A Huge garden in the front yard, along the house. The house was big enough that it looked like it should have an elevator inside.

Hizashi came out onto the porch excited. Uhauls were everywhere and men were carrying things into the house. You took some deep breaths as you got closer to the house. The driver parked outside and opened your doors. Hizashi was ecstatic as he approached the car, watching you step out. You looked across the car to see that toshi was stretching with his arms in the air, and then taking your bag from the drivers hands with a ‘thank you’.

Hizashi and the driver nodded to each other in thanks and the driver got back in and drove off.

“My baby!” hizashi squealed while trapping you in a tight, suffocating embrace. He grabbed your shoulders and looked you over with a smile. You also took the time to look at him. He was wearing casual clothes for once. His hair in a loose bun and wearing casual glasses. He wore a white and gray flannel shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, with a tight, white shirt underneath that illuminated his abs pretty well, and Light gray jeans, with a casual black belt, and black boots. You also took the time to notice that he had little earrings. You looked at his forearm and noticed that he had a tattoo for shota on it. It said “Shota” on it with a symbol under it that looked like his hero scarf.

“Lets bring ya in yeah?” he said happily as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and guided you up the porch steps and into the house. You looked back and seen expensive cars sitting in the huge driveway, at least 4 of them. You weren't surprised to see a whole team of people there decorating and setting up the house. Hizashi paid them well and also paid them to keep their mouths shut about you. He guided you to the huge kitchen.

“Want something?” he asked as he opened the very expensive fridge and bent over inspecting the inside of it. He looked back at you and frowned when you shook your head. He shrugged and grabbed sparkling water and handed it to you anyway. You grabbed it hesitantly. “Why?” you asked. They looked at each other before answering. “Isn’t it obvious? Your safe with us” hizashi said like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. “I want to go home.” toshinori sighed at your response and added in. “your already home. Your going to be here with Hizashi, Shota, and I” he said rubbing your back. “No, no, no, no what about my life? What about school? What about my mother?” you asked frantically while stepping back away from them. Hizashi rounded the counter and followed you.

“Hey hey hey hey, it’s ok. No need to freak yourself out there songbird, you're safe here. No need to stress yourself out in the real world anymore. No more arguments with your mom, no more in person school. You’ll do online school if you want to do that, no having to work because we will happily provide for you, and there are many rooms here for your hobbies. You have everything you could ever want here!” he said with his arms in the air and happiness on his face.

He visibly frowned along with fiance, toshi when tears welled in your eyes. Something snapped in you and you threw your sparkling water at hizashi’s face. He stumbled back a bit and toshinori stepped in front of him in a protecting manner. “Now, y/n that was very rude. You shouldn’t hit your boyfriend like that. Keep that up and we will have no choice but to restrain you.” He looked at you very seriously. Rage surged through your system. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the pair.

“Toshi it’s fine” hizashi mumbled while getting out from behind him and making his way towards you with his hands up in front of him like he's calling a truce.“Sweety pie, it's ok. Please don't do that again. We’re trying to help you.” he says calmly like talking to a ferocious animal. While toshinori picks up the sparkling water and sets it back on the counter. “Fuck you” you snarl at them. “That language will not be tolerated here. Apologize right now!” toshinori said to you with a booming volume. Making you jump a little. You took your shot and swung at hizashi. You honestly should have expected to lose. He’s a pro hero after all. He dodged it and grabbed your arm, twisting your body in the process until your back is against his chest with both of your wrists trapped in his strong hands. “GOD DAMN IT Y/N, PLEASE!” hizashi growled in irritation.

That didn’t stop you. Your arms and torso may have been immobile in the moment but your legs and feet weren’t. You jumped in his arms and kicked his legs behind you. “FUCK” he let go of you and stumbled back while grabbing his calves. You took the opportunity while he wasn’t looking and punched him. Before you could turn the other direction to run. Two Huge arms caught you and body slammed you. Your head hitting the floor quite hard. Your whole body immoble. Looking up you see a very angry all might seething with anger. In the background you hear hizashi ranting angrily while the sound of kitchen cabinets and drawers are opened violently and slammed shut. He's looking for something. “I really didnt want to this. But you pushed your fucking luck” He seethed angrly while limping around the kitchen and destroying cabinets to find what he was looking for. “GOD DAMN IT, WHERE THE FUCK DID THE STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS PUT IT!?” he yelled while violently slamming a cabinet door closed. Referring to the people setting up the house. All might continued to stare coldly into your frantic eyes. You couldn’t see anything besides him. His huge body caging you between him and the floor. You couldn’t see anything behind him, you could only hear and it doesn't sound good. You’ve never heard hizashi so angry and heartbroken. He continued speaking.

“Your lucky Shota isnt here right now. Your lucky beyond a level you could never comprehend. Your ass would have been done for.” He seethed. He sighed in relief when he found the cabinet with the medicine in it. You heard him grab a bottle of pills and open it.

“I didn’t want to do this, I really fucking didnt. I wanted you to get used to the house and everything. But no YOU just had to make this a big fucking thing. You're seriously lucky that Sho isn’t here right now. I honestly should have just listened to him when he told me to lock your ass up in chains in the basement the second you step foot in here.” He mumbled in pure anger. The sound of pills falling out of the container and into his palm can be heard before he closes the pill bottle and slams it on the counter, walking towards your trapped form.

“You got her toshi?” he asked while squatting down. “Mhm” toshi said while forcing you to sit up and wrapping an arm around your torso and the other around your shoulder with a hand holding a iron clasp grip on your jaw forcing it open. Hizashi cupped his hand over your open mouth, popping the pills into your mouth. Toshinori forces your mouth closed and tilts your head up, while hizashi starts massaging your throat forcing you to swallow the pills. After you swallowed them he put your head back down and continued to hold you. You watched as Hizashi stared at you angrily. His gaze softened after a minute. “I know baby, I know. Things will get better.” he said as he pet the side of your head, moving the sweaty hair out of your face. He smiled gently at you as your world began spinning and fading. Toshi hummed as the back of your head rested against his chest and your body began to grow limp. He held you tightly until you blacked out.

Meanwhile Shota sits in the chair in the corner of the hotel room with his fingers intertwined. Thinking, and brainstorming. Izuku is long gone. Shota had him sent back to japan with a friend of his. The friend came and did Shota a favor. He cloned you with the hair that Shota plucked from your head while he was kissing you goodbye. Your clone's body is dead on the floor. Shota tries not to look at it. It hurts him too much, it’s like looking at your actual dead body. He couldn’t handle seeing his babygirl dead.

He zones out and stares at the tv as it plays. His attention is snapped to his phone as it rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and sees that it’s his boss. “Hello?” he mumbled into the phone. “Aizawa, how are things going?” his boss asked. “Uh things are going ok. All Might and I found them. Izuku is still alive and was sent back to japan to the investigative team and y/n’s body was found in a hotel room. The team are on the way.” aizawa said to his boss.

“What do you think happened Aizawa?” his boss asked, intrigued. “I dont know. It seems like the killer struck again. She’s dead the same way all the others died.” shota said, deciding to go easy on Izuku and not blame it on him. “Ok, well thank you for letting me know Aizawa, do you need a ride back here?” “yes.” “ok i'm sending a jet your way.” “thank you” “no problem.”

With that Shota hung up. “Jesus it's already 6 a.m. I must’ve stayed up all night zoning out.”

“I'm free, I'm finally free” you sighed as you ran away from the house. The crisp cool air hitting your face as you run. The speed you were running caused your hair to lift into the air as you ran for your life. The smell and taste of pure freedom. ‘Wait? Whats happening?’ you thought as your running slowed like molasses and the world began fading into nothingness. You looked around as everything faded into the abyss. Your body is then lifted into the air and thrown all the way back into the house.

You jolted awake. The light of the sun peaking through the open curtains and hitting your face in a blinding way. “Good morning sweet pea” you looked over and seen toshinori sitting on the couch looking over documents. You were sitting in the corner of the living room next to the staircase. You shuffled and tried to get up but your legs and back hurt from being body slammed yesterday. You looked down when you heard a clunk. Chains. Your ankles were in chains that were wrapped and locked securely around a small pillar near the staircase. Fuck.

The smell of food filled the air. It smelled amazing. You looked to your right and could see into the kitchen. Hizashi was in a tight pair of pink boxers and was shirtless, wearing a white apron. His jumped back a bit when he got popped with whatever was frying. He looked over and seen you awake. “Songbird im glad your awake, how was your sleep? Shota should be back very soon, just got off the phone with him.” he said with glee. You groaned and slouched back against the wall. “Foods almost done.” he called out. He put a lid over the pot and walked over to you and crouching down.

“Sorry about this.” he whispered to you while pointing to the chains around your ankle. “It has to be done. Maybe when your being a good girl, we’ll let you out, ya dig?” he smiled at you. He stood up and went back to the kitchen. About 5 minutes later he came out with food.

Toshi pecked him on the lips for a thank you and begun to eat. “Wish you could eat at the table with us babe.” hizashi said was he put a tray of breakfast in front of you. The tray has a bowl of rice, miso soup, boiled veggies, kimchi, and some fried salmon. Fuck it smelled amazing. You were too hungry to deny it. You began eating and almost died from how good it was. Even though you werent at the table. The pair still tried to hold a conversation like you were. “Is it good baby?” hizashi asked as he noticed you drooling over the food. You felt heat rush to your face as you avoided eye contact and continued to eat. He shoveled food into his mouth as he spoke. “ I kinda overdid the dosage of the pills. Sorry about that.” he said in between chews.

All of your heads snapped over to the front door as the handle moved. “Sho must be home now” toshinori said as he took a mouthful of rice. The sounds of keys jingled on the other end and the door was pushed open. In came a very worn out Shota. He took off his scarf and put it on the coat rack. He kicked off his shoes and hugged hizashi who practically ran and thew himself at him. “Isnt it such a lovely home?” hizashi asked. Shota looked around and smiled. “Yeah it is” he looked over to you and walked over and crouched down. He rubbed the top of your head and pecked your lips. He sat down next to you and held you. The smell of sweat was very strong on him, making you wince. “Hey baby” He was staring into your eyes in adoration and appreciation after having to look at your clones dead body for hours. He was shaking lightly. He was nervous, you noticed.

Toshinori cut in. “why dont you take a shower babe, the food will be waiting for you when you come back” shota stood back up and nodded in agreement and headed up stairs but not before shooting you a loving look and pecking you on the lips.

Toshinori cleaned up everyones plates as they finished eating and turned the television up when something on the screen caught his attention. Shota came back downstairs freshly washed and in his boxers. He grabbed the plate of food that hizashi made for him. He ate like a man starved.

His and everybody else’s attention snapped to the screen when toshinori turned on the news.

“The case of the two missing children has been solved, with izuku midoriya being found alive, and the body of y/n being found on the ground of a hotel room in america. Thanks to the special help of All Might, Izuku made it back to japan safe and sound. unfortunately what happened to y/n’s body seems to look like the work of japan’s active serial killer. We are hoping to find them soon. That is all the information we have on this case so far. Thank you for listening.”

Shota looked proud and hizashi and toshinori seemed relieved that everyone believed what they said. You look down to the floor in confusion and fear. Everyone now believes im dead. What am i supposed to do now?

#yandere aizawa #yandere shota #yandere shota aizawa #yandere eraserhead #yandere all might #yandere allmight #yandere toshinori yagi #yandere erasermic #yandere present mic #yandere hizashi yamada #Yandere mha

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seka1-k0k0ro · 1 year

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Hey its me again ☁️anon

i literally love ur response to my ask and since im horny and unhinged im back at it again~

Dumbification and dacryphilia + pet play with tsuki (my beloved) that’s all I have to say, go crazy<3

CLOUD ANON!!! i love; okay this took forever bc i LITERALLY went crazy when i read this. i have finished school and i have been travelling around the world as a personal reward but now i am ready for this!!!

judging by your past ask i’m going to assume you want dom tsuki so that’s what i did. also, i headcannon that dom tsuki loves pet play so i’m so excited about this one. also i didn't go super heavy in the pet play, so if you want something more, let me know.

counting stars.

*post time-skip au!*

soft dom!tsukishima kei x sub! gnreader

cw: car sex, pet play, dacryphilia, choking, dumbification, degradation, praise, swearing, hair-pulling, like two slaps, and some sweet fluff in between.

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the beach was now barren of people and all remained was you tsukishima and the moon. the conversation had fizzled out, and you both fell into a comfortable silence. his head was laid back on the headrest as he stared at you; his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks with every glance towards you. tsukishima could've been looking at you with such admiration, but his features looked so intense you asked,

"is everything okay, kei?" he reached out, cupped your chin and pulled you in for a sweet kiss. you smiled, but he pulled away before you could kiss back. he kissed your right cheek and then your forehead.

"you are the most amazing person i have ever met, and i love you so much." kei feels a warmth in his heart whenever he sees you, any doubt he might have had dissipates because you let him have the confidence he needs regardless of his overthinking ways. he kissed you deeply and you kissed back with as much fevor.

the steam behind your kiss grew and grew. his hand wrapped around your neck, just slightly caressing the skin, which was enough to make your head spin and go fuzzy. his other had travelled down your back and slipped under your shirt. his middle finger trailed up and down your spine, and his teasing made you shiver and your skin goosebump.

you hands one his shoulders fisted his clothing, and you pulled him closer, closing any room between the both of you. your kisses became sloppy, and both of his hands travelled south to knead at your ass.

"kei," you softly moaned.

"tell me what you want, kitten." he kissed down your neck, the sensation heightening your pleasure.

"i need you, please." his soft kisses left you panting, and with each grope of his hands, you gasped.

"get in the back." you peeled off of his lap and moved into the backseat, and he gave your ass a slap as you climbed between the seats.

you hurriedly took your pants off, along with your underthings, and he followed suit. he kissed you again, slipping his arm underneath your shirt. he played with your chest as you let out mewls.

“fuck kitten. i cant get enough of you. so fucking good.” he kissed down your neck, leaving dark hickeys in his wake. he kneeded at your skin, not getting enough of you. he cursed as he reached over the console to grab a condom from the glove box. “i’m gonna fuck so good, you won’t be able to talk.” he tore the wrapper with his teeth, and slipped it on.

he lifted your legs over his shoulders and pushed in. you tipped your head back with a moan as he stretched you out, each thrust going in and out slowly. he leaned down to kiss you and you moaned as he folded you, reaching deeper than he has before.

“so fucking good, kitten. yeah- just lay there and take it for me, hmm?” his hips picked up their pace and they snapped against you. as your moans grew louder, he showed a feline-like smile. he bit his bottom lips with his teeth and looked down to where you were connected. his dick was going deeper and faster and you felt yourself quickly approaching your peak. he slapped your ass as he went faster.

you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reached climax, tsukishima’s pace not once faltering. the car rocked as he kept going even after you finished. “fuck, scream for me kitten. want you to cum all over my dick again.”

you felt your head grow fuzzy, wanting to do anything for him. you wanted him to use your body for his own personal vice. his hand trailed up to neck and he gave a slight squeeze. the heaviness from his hand combined with the rough pace of his dick made your brain go dumb.

you cried out desperate pleas for him not to stop— to let you finish, and he gave your ass a slap with his free hand. he folded you again as his pace faltered ever so slightly. “fucking god, kitten, im so close. i’m gonna cum inside you, and you gonna take every last drop.”

“please! ngh- fuck m, please!” he shut you up with a kiss and you mean into the kiss. he let go for air and started to leave hickeys on your chest and neck.

it was so sudden you barely had time to warn him. “oh fuck- kei! i’m gonna cum!” he felt you get tighter and tighter, and he knew he was a goner. “i’m cumming!!”

the tears pooled in your eyes fell down your cheeks as your orgasm shook every nerve fiber in your body. you sobbed as he slowed down, chasing his own high. he finally pulled out, and he sat on the seat while he pulled you on top of him.

your tongue was slightly peeking past your lips and your eyebrows were furrowed as he wiped your tears. “what a good kitten.” he kneeded at your hips and without warning took your hips to grind on his semi-hard dick. “ready for round two?”

requests always open!

#haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima smut #haikyuu #tsukishima kei #haikyuu smut

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xgodxaspectx · 7 months

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✥ Specially For You ✥ [Male Reader x Shoto Todoroki]

Warning: Kissing, Fluff

Females DNI

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As a kid, Shoto was most of the time abused by his cruel father, a secret their family only knew. In fact, it was at a point that one day his mother poured boiling hot water on the little boy face earning a very bad red burn on his left side of his face by his mother by the anger raging within herself towards her husband. This make the boy to Hate his father with all his life.

He always had a cold expression after that day on. Wanting nothing but pure revenge on his father for the things he had done. But....on his quest of becoming a hero, he didn't quite understand How and When he fell in love with a certain boy. It was a total mystery.

Present day

"Surprise!?" Everyone exclaimed at Mina and the other girls words. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Iida asked, some of the classmates agreeing. "NoNoNo, I swear it's nothing bad!" Toru responded, "It'll be fun!". The whole class accepted to join for this 'surprise'.

"Ok then, meet us at the entrance after school. And Iida, don't worry, I asked sensei for permission" Mina grinned as the blue haired male felt the urge of asking 'for what?' But denied himself. "If it's not anything sus, I'm excited!" Y/n exclaimed while he smiled making the girls heart flattered. "Wait, SUS? When I ever do something sus..?" The whole class slapped their forehead.

Y/n sat on his seat as he blankly stared at the board in front of him. He was not playing any attention to the teacher' words. 'I wonder what the surprise might be..' he thought, leaning back on his seat as he wondered.

After few minutes the bell rang signaling the end of today's class. Everyone hurried themselves out of the classroom, making their way to their dorm as soon as possible. They were all excited and somehow, Shoto was excited too deep down, but denied himself.

Time-skip

"Woah!" Everyone bursted in amusement. They all stood in front of a beautiful, luxurious hotel with beach-side view beside it. "How did you girls pull this out!?" Denki exclaimed as Momo cleared her throat catching everyone's attention holding a card in her hand. "Oh right" he nervously laughed.

Anyways, everyone walked towards their hotel room that was provided. "Meet us the swimming pool after you all freshen up!" Urarake waved as the girl squad left. The rest of us just walked to our hotel room. 'Im guessing a pool party...huh'

Y/n's pov

I popped onto the soft bed of my hotel room as I spread my arms onto the bed as I let of sign a relief 'Damn this bed is SO soft' I snuggled . I rested on the bed for a while before getting my lazy ass out of it giving a one last stretch. I walked towards my baggage and dig for the swimsuit in it 'Luckily I brought it in case' I smiled. After finding it, I went to the bathroom near me along with some extra clothes. I quickly changed myself into the swimsuit and wore a casual shirt and pant over it. I rinsed my face with water and headed out of the bathroom. 'Better get going'

2nd person pov

As you reached the swimming pool situated beside the hotel, you saw all you friends scattered all around there. But one certain boy caught your attention, the duo haired male, Shoto. He was your kinda close friend ever since you guys met. You knew more of his history than anyone in the class including Izuku, but never showed it. He was sitting on a deck chair while looking at his surroundings. You took the initiative to approach him. You footsteps caused him to look towards you and give a small noticeable smile.You waved at him, smiling at him innocently. You take a seat on the deckchair beside his.

"Enjoying?" You asked as he lightly nodded his head, "Yeah, I guess.." You gave a giggle to the male at his reply. "Nice swimsuit though" you flirted. His upper half was naked which was half coved by a open button beach suit . A faint blush creeping onto his face. "Thanks.."

"Hey guys!! We are going in, Care to join?!" The girls exclaimed, "Don't mind if we do!" Karishima bursted jumping into the water, Bakugo followed after few seconds of the others jumping in, "Wait for me!" Deku exclaimed as he did the same. You stood up from the chair and stripped yourself down to your swimsuit only. You tossed your clothes to the chair you were sitting on and extended your hand to Shoto, "Care to join?" You queried as another blush was formed on his face as he met your beautiful (body type) body. [You also only wore a swim shorts] He removed his upper garment and took your hand. You two ran to towards the pool and dived into it leaving a big splash. Everyone chuckled and began playing games.

You all had a lot of fun that day. After the pool party, you all went to the mall nearby and shopped for almost the whole day. The girls took a lot of time picking their clothes but you and the boys didn't care knowing the girls. Uraraka was SO happy that she finally didn't have to care about spending limited money.

3rd person pov

After all the fun, they all were so exhausted. It was around half-past eleven and almost everyone were sleeping soundly. But not everyone, Y/n had other plans.

At sharp 11:50 a bell rang in hotel room where Shoto stayed. He tiredly walked towards the door "Who could be here at this hour?" he yawned and rubbed his eye as he swung open his room door. He was puzzled when he saw no one in front of his door but when he was about to close his door, he noticed a note lying on the ground. He picked it up and began reading it,

'Meet me at the beach at sharp 11:58' he read. "11:58? Why 11:58?And who sent this?" He questioned himself but shrugged it off and follow the orders. He quickly got ready and headed towards the beach.

On reaching there he saw nothing or no one but darkness. It was 11:59. He signed in disappointment. 'Someone's playing pranks on me aren't they...'

He was about to leave when a bright light caught his attention.

12a.m...

"Happy birthday Shoto/Todoroki !!"

Everyone cheered which caught him off guard. Colorful balloons flew into the air.The whole class was present there. Shoto started approaching a table containing a large cake, still shock from the surprise.

"Make a wish!" Shoto eyes widened but closed his eyes and made his wish, later cutting the cake. They all exchanged smiles. "W-Who did this..?"

"It was all Y/n's Plan!" Y/n nervously laughed, scratching the back of his neck "It was thank to all of them" He answered.

For few minutes or hours they all played so many games. After a while, Shoto walked towards Y/n. "Hey Y/n" Y/n turned towards him "Yeah?", "Could I talk to you....privately?" Y/n's eyes widen but nodded.

Y/n started to follow the other as he lead them a bit far from the setup. "What is it?" Y/n asked when the other stopped on his track. "Thank you" he blushed. Y/n was surprised to see the male blushing but let out a smile. "That's the least I can do for my Lover-" The duo haired haired male chocked on his own saliva which caused Y/n to comprehend the words he just said, "Wa-wa-wait, what! T-That's not what I-I meant!" Y/n said nervously. Just before he could finish what he was meaning to say, the other male grabbed onto Y/n's (s/c) cheeks and joined their lips together for a second.

"I L-Love you too" he spilled. Y/n gasped at the male's reply and grabbed onto his waist, joining their lips once again. Shoto wrapped his arm around the (h/c)-ette's neck as they leaned into a heart warming kiss.

Y/n pushed his tongue against his lovers lip,asking for entrance. Shoto slightly parted his lip as y/n brushed his tongue around the other males mouth. They both fought for dominance, but the duo haired male gave out easily. They kissed like that for what seems to be like minutes. They broke the kiss, gasping for air as a string of saliva connected both our lips.

"So, does this makes us both boyfriends?" Y/n said joining our forehead's together. He nodded his head against Y/n with a smile, "Mhmm"

"I love you soo fucking much"

"I love you too. You are the best thing that ever happened to me"

They shared one more kiss before returning back to the group.

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#fluff #Male reader #male readerx male anime characters #male reader x Shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #bnha #mha x male reader #male!y/n #boy love #yaoi #shoto x you #mha fanfiction

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bagelwithcreamcheeseandham · 6 months

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How do you deal with chronic pain/issues as an on-campus college student?

Im going back to school for the spring, after taking a leave of absence for a year and then one online class from home this past fall. Im really excited, but I just remembered all my issues and now im scared.

Within the past year I've had two times where it feels like my hip is out of place and it hurts to stand or walk on it. Each time it lasted abt a week where i cant put any pressure on that leg. This has never happened before until it happened for the first time about a year ago, and the second time in march. It hasnt happened in a while, but I'm just scared of it happening again and I cant walk to class for a week, and then my grade suffers bcs of attendance.

Also my cramps have gotten worse over the past year or 2. Like, it can spike to 8 to 9 out of 10 pain sometimes (not all the time). But always with very heavy bleeding. For abt 2 days out of every period, I'm going through maybe 5 tampax ultras a day, and still leak into my pad.

When I'm doing class from home, my desk is right next to my bed. If the pain gets to that emergency level to where I feel like I can't function, I can so easily leave class and lay in bed. But theres a different risk in going to class when I know I have to walk there, stay there for an hour/two hours, and walk back.

Theres also the passing out after sitting for too long and standing up. That im not so concerned about cause i'll probably be hypervigalant about it and remember to stand up slower/flex my abs when I stand up.

I wonder if I could get some kind of note from my PCP that I can give to the student disability services, where maybe if i cant make it to class, I dont get points off my grade? I dont know why, but asking for this feels exploitative. Like im taking advantage of the fact that sometimes i have pain that renders me immobile and non functioning, so I can skip class. I know its not but it feels that way.

Also I'm not sure if i'd need to ask for two different notes for the cramps and the hip, or I only need one? I'm thinking that these all might just fall under hypermobility related issues anyway :/

#chronically ill #chronic illness #disabled student #hypermobility #heds #chronic pain #college #college life #disability

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saturnxgojo · 2 years

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Trouble keeping up // Professor!Zhongli (pt1) college AU

✦ Pairing: professor!zhongli x afab!reader (she/her)

✦ Summary: your history grades havent been the best lately and youve been ditching class, your professor isnt particularly happy with this and is asking you for an explanation.

✦ Warnings: age gab(reader is about 20, zhongli about 30, dont attack me), swear words, usage of pet names (sweetheart, love) making out, mention of getting chaught, grammar mistakes probably, tell me if i missed anything

✦ A/n: first work after a week of being gone, im feeling a lot better now (for context check me page), pt2 will come tomorrow probably.

✦ Wordcount: 1330

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

part two right here > (to be be uploaded august 30th)

Someone cleared their throat behind you before addressing you, “Miss Y/n? May I have a word with you?”

Your face went pale as you looked at your friend in pure terror. You two had been hanging around campus after class, not wanting to go back to your dorms yet seeing the weather was nice (for once). What you didn’t think of were the professors that also walked around campus, seeing their work days weren’t yet over.

“Oh fuck,” You whispered. To be fair, sooner or later you would have to face him. But for the last two weeks, skipping his class and avoiding him seemed the better option for you.

“Miss Y/n?” your history professor spoke. His voice sent a chill down your spine as you turned around to meet his eye.

“Yes, professor?”

“Can I have a word with you? In private?”

“Uhh s-sure?”

Okay the reason why you were ditching his classes and making sure you were at least 50 feet away from your history professor was simple; you used to be, (key word; used) one of his best students (you were his best student according to him, but maybe, just maybe he took a liking towards you ever since you first walked into his classroom). But to continue; you used to be his best student.

What changed? You might ask. Well.. about a month ago one of your friends started talking about how attractive some teachers were at your college. You had to agree with your friend, I mean one look at the science and physical movement professors Albedo and Childe and everyone would agree. But when they started talking about the history professor; Professor Zhongli, you brushed it off.

“No, what the fuck. He’s old.” You said to your friend.

“So? He could be a dilf.”

“He's not married,” another friend joined in.

And later that day when you were in his class you started paying attention to him, but really paying attention. And after not even one lesson you understood what your friend was on about. The way he moved his hands while he talked, how he leaned against his desk with his hands on either side of him, or how he would sometimes address people as love, or sweetheart, or how he would take off his overcoat. Basically everything he did suddenly made an impact on you. Before you were so focussed on school and your grades that you didn’t notice. But once you did, it affected everything. Your grades, your activity in class, everything. So the last few weeks your grades went down really goddamn fast, and as expected your professor wasn't all that excited about that, and with the fact that you had been straight up avoiding him and his classes.

“Do you understand that, miss Y/n?” reality came back to you at once as you found yourself standing in the history classroom.

“Yes sir?” You said, your answer coming out more like a question rather than an answer.

“Were you listening to what I said to you?” he asked, his eyes narrowing and his head slowly tilted as he leaned against his desk in that oh so distracting way with his arms folded over his chest.

“Yes?” you hesitated into telling the truth or not, but to be fair, much worse the situation couldn’t get.

“I am gonna repeat myself one more time, listen closely, otherwise there will be circumstances. Understood?”

You nodded.

“Your grades have been very disappointing the last couple of weeks, and together with the fact that you haven’t been present in any of my classes in the last two weeks that does not surprise me.”

“Mean much,” You muttered as you looked at your feet.

Pretending he didn’t hear what you said he continued; “I do not know the reason for you being absent and failing my class, but I suggest you do something about it. If there are medical reasons I wish to know about it, no specific details needed, so I can keep it in mind. If you are having trouble with keeping up, you are aware you can always stop by to ask me questions, no?”

You nodded again.

“Although, if I have to guess, neither of those are the issue, seeing you have had no problem in my class and you were a straight A student before. What changed? I wish to hear your feedback.”

Fuck fuck fuck

“I- uh- yeah no um there are no medical issues sir. I’ve just been having some trouble keeping up lately,” you couldn’t look at him, everything in you screamed to get out of the classroom.

“And is there a reason for that, sweetheart? Is it only in my class, or in other classes too?” he stood up and walked over to you, looking down at you.

“I-” You were at a loss for words as your professor used his thumb and index finger to lift your chin up to look at him, your eyes met his and you felt blood rushing to your cheeks.

“Perhaps it’s because you aren't paying any attention to the things I tell you and your fellow classmates in class. Because you were too busy looking at me, rather than listening to me.”

Slowly he took a few steps ahead, making you walk backwards until your thighs hit a desk. “Or maybe you were listening to me, but you just didn’t bother to actually take notes of what I said, you were busy hiding your red face while pushing your thighs together. I’d like to know, what were you thinking about?”

You were now completely out of words.

“What is it, love? Cat got your tongue?”

“I-it doesn’t concern you, sir.” you closed your eyes as you tried to calm your breathing and racing heart.

The feeling of lips brushing against your neck startled you but hands were placed on your hips, pulling you up to the small desk a student sat in not an hour ago. His lips moved to your ear, “Are you sure?” he asked. Lost in the moment you shook your head. “What were you thinking about sweetheart, no need to be shy.” He pulled away, staring into your eyes, “Well?”

“You, sir. But sir we really shouldn’t be doing this, this is strictly forbidden, if someone sees this, you could lose your job and I could-” you were shut up as he pushed his lips against yours.

“Call me Zhongli sweetheart,” he said against your lips.

It didn’t surprise him when you kissed him back, your arms moving across his neck to pull him closer. After all, he wasn't stupid, he had known many students had a bit of a crush on him, but he always brushed it off- like a normal and good professor should. He never thought you’d be one of them, until the last few weeks. You were avoiding eye contact in the beginning, and the next moment you would be looking at his hands or forearms when you thought he didn’t notice.

But like said earlier, he kind of took a liking towards you, your lowkey rebelish and at the same time shy personality was adorable in his eyes. Or the way you sometimes came to his class in a girly summer dress only for you to come in in a shirt of some 80’s rock band and wide jeans the next. Today you’d pulled out a black schoolgirl skirt with a yellow shirt, and Zhongli was having a hard time keeping his hands off of your thighs.

And when one of his hands indeed moved down to your thigh and squeezed it you let out a quiet moan into the kiss. Pulling back to breath your already red cheeks were a dark crimson red now.

“I- sir-”

“Zhongli,” He said once again. “Zhongli we really shouldn’t.” you whispered, your arms still around his neck and his hands still on your hip and thigh. “I know sweetheart,”

“But I need you, Zhongli”

To be continued…

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reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #professor!zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin #albedo x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

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smoochkooks · 2 years

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—chapter seventeen: glimpse of us

this is a part of my an ode to a broken heart drabble series.

pairing: jeon jungkook/reader

genre: unrequited love, best friends to (?), heavy angst, smut

word count: 2.6k

summary: in every word he reads, he finds a glimpse of you and him.

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The first memory Soohyun has of Haneul is from twenty years ago.

She remembers kids from her class being overly-excited that day, because their teacher had told them the day before that there was a new boy coming to join them. Soohyun might not have been sharing their enthusiasm but she was curious, nevertheless.

She remembers Haneul standing in the middle of the classroom, a timid smile on his face as he blurted out, “My name is Im Haneul. I moved here from Daegu.”

Miss Han, their kindergarten teacher smiled at him encouragingly and then pointed in Soohyun's direction. “There is an empty chair next to Soohyun-ah. You can sit next to her.” she said.

At that, Soohyun's heart skipped a bit. She didn't really interact with other kids a lot, let alone a boy, and now she was supposed to sit with him by the same desk?

Haneul didn't seem to notice Soohyun's distress, sending her a toothless grin as soon as he sat next to her. “Hi, Soohyun-ah!” he quipped, not a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Back then, Soohyun didn't know that the raven-haired boy with round, sparkling eyes would become her best friend.

Jungkook closes the book. “This is impossible,” he mutters under his breath and runs his palm down his face.

The book, An Ode To A Broken Heart, for some unknown to him yet reason, has been daunting him ever since Soojin told him about it. Then few days later, he saw her laying on their bed and reading it with teary-eyes and his curiosity sparked even more.

And now Soojin is spending weekend on Jeju with her friends and he's reading a romance novel. But something about the book, its synopsis and the author's pseudonym made him feel uneasy to the point that he decided to read for the first time in probably two years.

He knows that you writing a book about you and him sounds like insanity, but at the same time – if the feeling deep in his gut is anything to go by – it could be true. After all, he hasn't been seeing you much this past year, too busy with his own life. But would you really do something like that, behind his back?

Frustrated, he opens the book again and skims the page he has just read. There is a few similarities between him and Haneul. Jungkook too joined your class in the middle of school year because his parents had moved to their newly-built house on the suburbs of Busan. But that could be a coincidence, right? Many kids have also round eyes, it's nothing uncommon.

So he starts reading again.

The neighborhood Soohyun and Haneul both lived in wasn't anything special. It looked like a typical, suburban area of every big city in Korea. It was definitely built with families in mind, because there was a lot of similar-looking houses there and playgrounds on practically every corner.

Soohyun never minded that, because she was a quiet kid. She preferred spending time indoors, playing with her Barbie dolls. As an only child, she didn't have much else to do. Sometimes her friends from kindergarten came over, or rather – they came with their parents who were meeting up with Soohyun's. It was a small neighborhood, after all, and everyone knew each other one way or another.

It wasn't until Haneul came into her life that she started discovering the area they lived in alongside him.

Their favourite spot had become a run-down playground behind the Baptist church...

Jungkook's parents' house was, is still across the street from the Methodist church. He remembers pastor's wife giving them sweets whenever she saw them playing on that playground.

...The pastor's wife was always giving them sweets.

Jungkook releases a breath he didn't even know he was holding. This can't be a coincidence. He's reading about his own life, no matter how crazy it sounds. Magnolia May is the author’s pseudonym. Your favourite flowers are magnolias. They bloom in may. Everything seems to add up.

He skips a few pages and lands on another memory.

Soohyun had never been on a birthday party before in her life. Haneul's birthday party was her first. His parents took the kids to the amusement park, another first for her. She clutched his hand so tight on one of the rides, she nearly broke his bones.

Jungkook's sixth birthday party had taken place in the amusement park. He starts reading another chapter.

“Do you know Sora?” Haneul asked out of the blue, startling her.

“That new girl from Japan? What about her?”

“Junho says she has a crush on me.” he answered, his eyes still glued to the paper. Soohyun noticed he was sketching some anime character's angry face.

Her eyes involuntarily widened. “How does Junho know that?”

“Dunno. He told me he heard some girls talking about it in cafeteria the other day.” Finally, Haneul dropped his pen and looked up. His brows were furrowed and he had a sour look on his face. “I don’t want her to have a crush on me.

At that, Soohyun's heart started beating faster. She was just fourteen and yet already so stupidly in love with her best friend. “Why?” she asked before she could stop herrself.

Stupidly in love with her best friend. Jungkook hasn't even noticed when his hands started shaking. You were in love with him. All this time, and he had no idea. With trembling fingers, he skimmed through the rest of the chapter, almost frantically.

Haneul sighed, looking away from her as if he was embarrassed all of a sudden. She could swear she saw his cheeks flush. “Because I don’t even like her. You’re the only girl I can stand being with.”

Now it was Soohyun's turn to blush. As best as she could, she tried to ignore the funny, giddy feeling in her tummy. “You know you'll have to marry some girl one day, right?”

“Then I’ll ask you to marry me,” Haneul said matter-of-factly and for the first time since he had started this conversation, he actually looked her in the eye. When he saw her shocked expression, he mumbled, “Maybe in like… ten years or something. Once we are out of college.”

Soohyun snorted, nudging his side. Despite the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she regained her composure. “Do you think I will put up with your for that long?” she asked, amused.

“We know each other since we were six and you haven’t run away yet. Besides, I’m the only boy you aren’t scared to talk to.”

“Hey! That’s–Maybe it’ll change in the future! Maybe–”

Haneul ignored her and instead thrusted his pinky finger in her direction. She stopped speaking right away.

“If we don’t find anyone worth giving our heart to by the time we are twenty-five, let’s get married. Promise?”

Soohyun was astonished, to say the least, staring at Haneul's hand with wide eyes. She was only fourteen back then and to hear something like that from the boy she loved was like a dream come true. She replied with blind devotion. Because there was only one, good answer to such question.

“Promise.”

He fasts-forward to another chapter: his infamous eighteenth birthday party.

Jungkook remembers it all now. The hot, humid afternoon in June, the smell of peonies in his mother's garden. The silly promise you both made, despite his feelings being genuine even at fourteen. It was around the time Jungkook started having a crush on you. When he thinks about it now, he knows it was inevitable. You were his best friend, always by his side, he liked spending time with you and most importantly: you were a girl. Before his puberty hit he was certain you would be on the receiving end of his teenage infatuation.

But what he did not know back then is that you were reciprocating his feelings all this time.

Haneul's eighteenth birthday party was a disaster. He got himself so drunk he couldn't stand straight. And since Soohyun was the most sober out of the whole group, she didn't have a choice but accept the role of a babysitter and drag Haneul upstairs, to his room.

“Miyeon-noona broke up with me,” Haneul slurred and Soohyun rolled her eyes.

“You were together for barely one week.” she pointed out, opening the door to Haneul's bedroom.

He groaned, falling onto his bed. “She said I was too immature for her,” His legs were dangling off the edge of the bed and Soohyun sighed, helping him lay down properly. “Do you think I'm immature?” he asked, cracking his eyes open to look at her, though she was sure he was seeing double right now.

“You're fine, Haneul,” Soohyun said. “Though you smell like soju factory.”

He chuckled and closed his eyes. “Remind me not to ever drink again when I wake up tomorrow.”

“Sure thing.”

Soohyun waited a few minutes until Haneul felt asleep and decided to check if everything downstairs was in one piece. Haneul's voice made her stop just before she could open the door.

She smiled to herself, swallowed the lump in her throat and replied, “I know.”

“Thank you, Soohyun-ah. You're the best, you know that?”

She was the best. But would she ever be enough?

“Fucking hell.” Jungkook curses under his breath.

He doesn't remember having this conversation with you, his memories of that party are a blur of familiar faces, soju bottles and awful music. He doesn't even remember the real name of that Miyeon you are writing about. Looking from a perspective, his relationship with her was a mere episode and nothing else.

He debates whether to give himself some break from reading, but a world ‘prom’ he sees on the first page of the new chapter catches his attention.

If he recalls correctly, he got chosen as the prom king alongside a girl named Doyeon. She once spread the rumour around the whole school about her and Jungkook kissing at his friend's birthday party. After all this bollocks, she even asked him to be her prom date but obviously, he refused. He was supposed to be your date.

As he skims through the chapter, he remembers one peculiar thing from the night. When he was being crowned with Doyeon, you disappeared out of his sight and later he found you in his football team's locker room, alone with Cha Eunwoo. He never found out how did you end up with him there, so he starts reading, hoping to find an explanation.

Eric sat at the opposite side of the room and Soohyun noticed he’d drunk much less than her. She was ready to ask him about that to break the awkward silence, but he beat her to it.

“Where’s Haneul?”

She frowned, then shrugged her shoulders. “Dunno. He’s probably still dancing.”

“Shouldn’t he be spending time with his date?”

Soohyun didn’t know why she was annoyed. It was just a simple question, yet somehow it made her skin crawl for some reason. “Why do you care? It’s not your business.”

A smirk found his way on Eric's lips. He was attractive, that she could easily tell. He was taller than Haneul but other than that they looked quite alike, she realised. Both sported the same hairstyle, both were well-built and athletic. Eric's eyes were sharper than Haneul’s, that was the first visible difference.

“Oh, it is actually my business,” Eric replied. “Knowing that I might have been in his place.”

Soohyun's brows furrowed. “What?”

“That bastard,” Jungkook spat. “He told her.”

Eric chuckled and this time, surprisingly, he looked way more.... sheepish. Was it the alcohol making his cheeks look pink or something else, she wondered. Either way, his features softened. “Few weeks ago, after our game with Haknam, we talked about the prom. I said I was going to ask you to be my date,” he said. “I know we haven’t even spoken a word to each other till today but I’ve always wanted to get to know you more. I just didn’t know how to approach you. Well, mostly because you are always with Haneul.”

“Because I was her fucking best friend, that's why!” Jungkook says out loud.

He never liked Eunwoo. He couldn't stand how he was talking about other girls, like they were objects or playthings for him. Eunwoo never admitted that, but it was quite obvious he had a vendetta against Jungkook. He wanted to be the star player of the team, he constantly tried to outshine others. When Jungkook heard Eunwoo was going to ask you to be his prom date he knew he wasn't doing it because he genuinely liked you. He was doing it to spite him.

“Are you going to say something?” Eric's voice snapped Soohyun back to reality.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” she murmured, because that was the first thing that came to her mind.

“You have nothing to apologise for. Like you said, you didn’t know. I’m not mad.” He smiled and something inside her ached at the sight.

He was a nice guy, Soohyun realised. A guy who could take her to prom and make sure she had good time. He wasn’t Haneul and he didn’t have to be. Yet even so, it was still impossible for her to imagine yourself being close with someone other than her best friend.

Jungkook scoffed. “Nice guy who just wanted to get into your pants to make me mad.”

Truth to be told, as soon as he did the traditional king and queen dance together with Doyeon, he wanted to get to you as fast as possible but then your Math teacher approached him, then he bumped into Yugyeom... and the rest is history.

As he reads the next few chapters he thinks how blind you both were. You never noticed he had a crush on you and he never realised you might have been feeling the same all along. The breaking point for him had to be moving out to Seoul and meeting Soojin. That's when he came to a realisation that pinning after you might actually be pointless. He let himself fall in love and it led him to the altar.

And you, all this time, were sure he thought of you as nothing but a good friend.

With a heavy sigh, he starts reading a chapter about Yoongi – the guy you took to his wedding. It's now obvious to him why you liked him: he read the same books as you, he could play piano. And Jungkook was too busy courting Soojin to notice back then that you cancelling on him twice in a row might have nothing to do with you being busy, but with a new boy in your life.

Being with Yongsan felt like a breath of fresh air, but it had never made Soohyun feel wholly complete.

With a shaky sigh, Jungkook closes the book. The last paragraph hit too close to home. The realisation comes to him in waves – first it makes his heart race, then he feels a pang in his chest. He loves Soojin, he knows he does but at the same time he's aware he's never felt that spark with her. A lighting didn’t struck when he met her, the bells didn’t start ringing, a mark didn’t appear on the skin of his wrist. He married her because she was stability, because she loved him too and promised to be with him forever.

The first time he ever felt like his breath got stuck in his lungs was six years ago, when he saw you walking down the stairs on the night of your prom in a lilac dress. The second time, and that makes him the most terrified, was when he kissed you during Hoseok’s party.

He has to see you and confront you. He cannot let that slide and pretend like he doesn’t know anything because it’s going to eat him alive.

Before he could make up his mind, he grabs his jacket and in the middle of winter storm, he goes to you.

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