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misscarolineshelby · 3 years

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Spanked

Part One: Spilled Beans

Pairing: Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader

Words: 1,345

Warning: None…This is only the beginning!

Original Poster: @queenshelby

You were in your last year of your business degree at Oxford University and were certainly one of a kind.

You had obtained a student visa for the United Kingdom three years ago and shared a small apartment with two other students. You were 21 and at the top of your class and quite shy. Parties didn’t interest you and neither did community events organised by the different social clubs at university.

Clearly, you were smart but, according to your best friend Janine you were not, at all, adventurous. Or perhaps it was just that you hadn’t discovered your adventurous side as yet.

No one would ever notice you, sitting in the back of the lecture hall, keeping to yourself and studying hard to finish your degree which you started when you were just 16 years old.

While most of your friends didn’t have the need to work while studying, you did. Money was tight and, on the weekends, you were working at an art gallery as an office assistant while, during the week, you had just taken up another part time position at a coffee shop in London’s business district.

Making coffee bored you and your customer skills were limited due to being incredibly shy. It was a job nonetheless and you were grateful for the opportunity.

Every morning, at work, you saw the same people ordering the same coffees. You remembered their orders and you remembered the faces of the men who left tips and of those who didn’t.

It’s not that you had ever gotten a tip from anyone, dressed like this, in jeans and a black t-shirt, but your two female co-workers worked hard for their tips.

From black dresses to miniskirts, bleached hair and showing off their cleavages, they were quite popular with some of the young and old bankers, lawyers and business men in town, wearing their fancy suits and expensive ties.

None of this impressed you much and, while these women were looking for a sugar daddy or their perfect suitor, you simply wanted to be able to pay your rent.

Little did you know that your boring life was about to come to an end and your worries to pay rent and fears of eviction would no longer exist following the visit of one particular customer.

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It was Monday morning at 7 o’clock that Katherine, one of the young and incredibly attractive waitresses at the café, pointed out the one man all of the women in town were going crazy for.

‘That’s him, the guy I told you about. Usually, his secretary Lizzie gets his coffee for him but, occasionally, he will come here himself’ Katherine explained.

‘Another man in a suit, of course’ you said, rolling your eyes and, whilst you thought that he was handsome, you didn’t think he was anything special.

‘He’s not just another man in a suit. According to Vogue, he’s one of the most eligible bachelors in the UK’ Katherine pointed out just before he walked into the door with his head glued to his phone.

You didn’t know what made him so special but you couldn’t help but watch him and listen to him talk while you were wiping down the tables behind where he was standing, waiting for his coffee. His voice was deep and intimidating and he was swearing much more than any other business man you had heard before.

You realised quickly that he was dealing with a problem and, when he finally got of the phone, his coffee was already ready and waiting for him.

‘Thank you, Katherine’ he said with his low voice as he took the cup of coffee from the counter and, just as he did and turned around, you accidently tumbled into him on your way to the storage room.

Katherine’s chin dropped as she watched the coffee spill across his expensive suit and onto your arms all at the same time.

‘Oh my god, I am so so sorry’ you said, cheeks blushing red while you entirely ignored the burning pain on your arms.

The man looked at you somewhat surprised before putting his half empty cup of coffee back onto the corner. Then he sighed.

‘You’ve burnt yourself. You should maybe get this looked at, eh’ the man said but his facial expression didn’t change.

‘I ruined your suit. I will pay to get it dry cleaned’ you said somewhat nervously but the man shook his head.

‘There is no need Love, it’s just fucking coffee, eh’ he said before picking up his phone again, taking yet another phone call while asking Katherine for a new cup of coffee.

As he was talking on the phone, you cleaned up the floor where the coffee had spilled and you couldn’t help but notice that he was watching you.

His blue eyes gazed up and down, observing your every move until, eventually, he swore and hung up on whomever he was talking to.

‘You know, I couldn’t help but overhear you talking about a tax issue which, I think, I might have a solution for. I just wrote an assignment addressing…’ you began to say somewhat ignorant before, suddenly, the man interrupted you.

‘Are you an accountant?’ he asked and you shook your head.

‘I am about to finish my business degree but have researched business structures quite a fair bit’ you said, moving your glasses around slightly which is something you did when you were nervous.

‘She’s in the top of her class at Oxford. A childhood genius of some sort who left high school at sixteen to come here to study’ Katherine explained humoured before handing the man his brand-new cup of coffee.

‘A clumsy genius, eh?’ the man smirked and, just as he did, he pulled out one of his business cards and handed it to you.

‘Make an appointment with my secretary Elizabeth. You start tomorrow as one of my business advisors’ the man then said, causing your chin to drop.

‘I what?’ you asked somewhat surprised as you took the card.

‘Sweetheart, I don’t think it’s safe for you to be working around hot beverages. You are much better suited to sit in a comfortable office, eh’ the man then said, causing you to laugh.

‘I haven’t even graduated yet sir’ you explained, unsure what this was all about.

‘I would hate to see you work for someone else, Love. Katherine says that you are a genius so I will take her word for it, eh. Despite, I am doing the city of London a favour by getting you away from the coffee machine’ the man then said before advising you that he would insist on punctuality.

‘Thank you’ you said and he simply nodded in return before leaving the shop and getting into his rather expensive car.

When he left, you looked at the business card that he gave you.

‘Thomas Shelby, Director & CEO, Shelby Company Limited’ it read and you couldn’t believe that you had just scored a position at one of the UK’s largest manufacturing, import and export companies.

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rocorambles · 3 years

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Inexperience

Pairing: Tsukishima x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff, Fingering

Summary: When insecurity about your lack of sexual experience threatens to tear you apart internally, Tsukishima is there to hold you together, to show you there’s nothing to be worried about, to prove that he loves you just for being you.

Author’s Note: I just wanted an excuse to write about soft museum employee Tsukishima and just soft Tsukishima in general.

Tsukishima had always been smart, cunning, intelligent, so it wasn’t really a surprise to anyone that he decided to work at the Sendai City Museum. It just fit him perfectly and it was easy to imagine the tall blonde pushing up his glasses as he calmly led tour groups around, clearly articulating and teaching visitors about the history of Sendai. And when his old Karasuno teammates visit him, they can’t help but notice how his quiet, reserved personality seems right at home in the peaceful halls of the institution, his character only breaking when he barks for Hinata to quiet down or not touch some of the artifacts.

What is surprising is the way he almost seems flustered, stumbling over words, awkwardly unable to make eye contact as another museum employee greets him with a smile as she passes by and Daichi and Sugawara look at each other in interest, realization in their eyes as they watch their kouhai’s eyes trail after her retreating figure.

In a small town like Miyagi where there isn’t much exciting news to keep them entertained, this is as close to reality TV as they can get, not to mention both of them are now incredibly invested and determined for the younger, seemingly impassive man to finally get his fill of romance. So needless to say, they make a trip to the Sendai City Museum a regular occurrence and although Tsukishima looks at them with suspicion, his respect for his senpais keeps his mouth still and he just politely walks them through the museum, spends his lunch breaks with them, and meets them for drinks after work once in a while.

It’s actually kind of nice, he supposes. He’s always liked and respected the two older men, although both men terrified him in their own ways: Daichi with his stern and fear inducing temper, Suga with his perception that rivals Tsukishima’s own intellect and his mischievous streak that sometimes meant trouble for anyone who peaked his interest. But without the restraints of them being his captain and vice-captain, without the natural inherent age hierarchy that comes from being in school, he finds himself opening up more and truly enjoying the company of the two men, even if there is always a nagging question in the back of his mind wondering what exactly has them hanging around him so often these days.

The answer comes like a swift punch in the gut one day as the three of them walk around the museum and happen to cross your path and before Tsukishima can quickly and nervously greet and part ways with you as usual, Suga is there pressed close to his side, eyes glinting as he stares at you, pouting at Tsukishima to introduce his friend to Daichi and him. And before Tsukishima can even take back control and catch up with what’s happening, he’s being forcefully dragged by Daichi as Suga easily chats away with you, leading the way for all four of you to eat at a local restaurant. And he gulps as Daichi slaps him hard on the back with a wide toothy grin plastered on his face as he pulls the tense blonde aside for a moment.

“Chin up! You’re never going to get that girl’s attention if you just sit around like a moping beanpole.”

Daichi smirks as Tsukishima’s jaw drops and he briefly basks in catching the usually nonchalant man off guard, chuckling when the blonde doesn’t even try to deny Daichi’s words, and he nudges him into the restaurant, joining Suga and you who are already seated.

Lunch is...pleasant and although Tsukishima feels like a deer in headlights at the beginning of the meal as he tries to talk to you like a normal human being and not some love stricken child, with the help of his more extroverted and sociable senpais conversation flows smoothly and he can feel his shoulders relax, his mind focus and hone in on your words, falling more and more in love the more you talk, the more you smile and laugh. And Suga and Daichi subtly wink at each other when the atmosphere changes and suddenly they’re background characters watching the two of you flirt, barely acknowledged as the two of you stare in each other’s eyes, fully focused on one another.

Needless to say, there are many more lunch breaks spent together, these times just the two of you and you can’t help but be in awe as your handsome quiet coworker begins to come out of his shell bit by bit, practically howling in laughter after the initial shock when he instinctively shoots a snarky comment your way for the first time when you clumsily spill coffee all over yourself one morning. But you’re not laughing when he takes off his blazer and wraps it around your shoulders and the both of you shyly look away as you snake your arms through the sleeves and button it up, effectively covering your jarring stain and when he walks away to begin his tours for the day, you bury your face into the oversized fabric, hiding your gleeful smile as your heart thunders inside of your chest.

It doesn’t take long before the two of you officially begin dating and you spend some of the happiest months of both your lives together as you walk hand in hand through other museums, nerding out over history, as you attend his volleyball games, loudly cheering whenever he successfully blocks a spike and no matter how big the crowd is, he never fails to search for and find you among the masses, standing a little straighter, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips when he meets your gaze.

And yet, there’s hesitation on your part when he walks you home like a gentleman, making sure you’re safely inside your apartment, the front door firmly locked behind you. You love the feeling of his large calloused hands entwined with yours. You love the way his lips feel against yours as he gives you a sweet kiss before he parts ways. But when the two of you stand there in front of your doorway, hand in hand, eyes lovingly locked on each other, you can’t bring yourself to take the next step and invite him in, your insecurities and inexperience clamming your mouth shut. And although he never pressures you, never even remotely hints at being frustrated or impatient about the lack of sexual intimacy between the two of you, your own doubts and anxieties create imaginary monsters in your head, only fueling your insecurity about never having been with a man before and you feel more and more distraught the longer the two of you date, wondering if he’d break up with you any minute, choose any of his pretty fans or the pining women who join his tour guides regularly over you, experienced and confident women who wouldn’t hesitate to tumble into bed with him.

Maybe that’s why, even though you’re not ready, even though you’re trembling with nerves, you shakily hold his hand and lead him inside your home after one of your dates, trying to force a smile on your face as you clumsily remove your clothes in front of him, hoping you look enticing despite the sick feeling in your stomach. But you’re a fool to think Tsukishima wouldn’t see right through you, to think his sharp eyes wouldn’t notice the nervous gulp you take, the way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, and he’s quick to stop you, gently holding your hands in his and leading you to your couch where he drapes a blanket over you, trying to be respectful as he looks away from your bare form.

But when he stops you, covers you, looks away, all you feel is rejection and hot tears begin to prick at the corner of your eyes and Tsukishima has never felt more panicked than he does when he hears the first of your sniffles as you try to wipe your tears away, clumsily reaching to drag you and hold you in his arms, tucking your head in his chest as he pleads with you to tell him what’s wrong. And he feels unsure and lost, useless as his actions only seem to make you sob harder, but before he can pull away thinking he’s somehow causing you even more pain, he stills as you throw your arms around his neck before he can completely separate from you.

Hesitantly he carefully wraps his own wiry arms around you again and he waits, waits until your body stops shaking, waits until sobs turn into sniffles which turn into silence, waits until you lift up your head enough for you to speak. And then he listens, listens as you shyly tell him that you’ve never done anything beyond kissing before, fury beginning to coil inside of him when you timidly tell him about exes who had dumped you for being a “prude”, pain gnawing at him when you tell him how scared you were of losing him for the same reason.

You’re silent once you finish speaking, feeling lighter, but more vulnerable as you anxiously wait for a response, fidgeting the longer and larger the silence becomes. But you gasp when large hands are pressed on either side of your face, gently turning you until you’re forced to stare into your boyfriend’s eyes and you think you might start crying again at the pure love in his eyes, the way he makes you feel so secure, so cared for with just a single look. And now it’s your turn to listen as he gruffly tells you how stupid you were for ever thinking he’d ever leave you for something like that, how he’s not some scumbag who only wants you for your body, and despite the biting edge to his voice and the harsh wording, you hear and feel just how genuine his love for you is and suddenly you feel silly for ever doubting him, ever doubting his love for you.

The rest of the night continues peacefully once tears have been wiped away, once everything that’s needed to be said is out in the open and your blanket covered body is firmly snuggled in Tsukishima’s lap and you rest your head against his chest as he holds you, both of you watching a random show flickering on the TV screen. But you look up questioningly when Tsukishima begins to shift around uncomfortably, asking him if he wants you to sit beside him instead of on his lap, wondering if your body weight was getting to be too much after such a prolonged time, but your face heats when his hands reach down to cover the growing tent in his pants and he embarrassedly asks if you want to put your clothes back on and just give him a minute to settle back down.

You hesitate. Maybe it’s the staggering revelation that Tsukishima truly loves you for just being you. Maybe it’s the surge of confidence you feel knowing he could care less if you don’t want to go beyond kissing and holding hands anytime in the near future, only caring that he gets to be with you.

You’re not ready to go all the way, but…

You almost laugh at how Tsukishima startles and frantically tells you that he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, stammering and almost hyperventilating as you let the blanket slip off of you, revealing all of you to your boyfriend, so different from the usually cool and composed facade he has. And you gently, but determinedly grab his hands and tug them away from the eyes they’re covering, nervously biting your lower lip as he stares in awe at you, eyes fixated as they trail every inch of you, looking at you like you’re a work of art.

“I’m not ready to go all the way, but I want to- can we-”

You’re not sure what to say, how to explain it, lost for words as you enter a realm you’ve never experienced before, but Tsukishima is there to lead you, guide you and you happily sigh as he captures your lips in a tender kiss.

“We can do whatever you want. Just tell me when you want to stop. Tell me when you don’t like something, even if you’re just a little unsure, okay?”

You eagerly nod, wrapping your arms once again around the back of Tsukishima’s neck and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to your bedroom, carefully laying you on your back and your heart races in your chest as you stare at him looming over you, breathily gasping as he peppers a trail of butterfly kisses from your lips down the side of your neck and you clutch his shoulders at the feeling of his lips on such a sensitive part of you. But you’re quickly distracted as his hands begin to massage your breasts, fingers almost teasingly brushing against your hardening nipples and Tsukishima can’t take his eyes away from you, lust pooling in his groin at how sensitive you are as you drown in pleasured sensations you’re feeling for the first time.

He wants to hear every pretty sound you make, wants to see every reaction he can coax out of you, and he stares transfixed at how blissed out you look just from a few kisses, just from his mouth and fingers sucking and playing with your nipples. He wants more, more, more and his long fingers begin to trail down your body, fingertips dragging down your sides, reveling in the way you shiver from the simple touch. But he pauses as his hands reach your thighs, thumbs rubbing comforting circles on your inner thighs, breath catching in his throat at how wet you are, juices dripping and glistening already.

There’s nothing more he wants than to dive right in, experience first hand how you taste, how you feel, but he carefully studies you, takes in your heaving chest, your glazed eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

He continues tracing gentle patterns and shapes on your skin, letting you take your time to find words through the haze of arousal you feel, but his grip unconsciously tightens when you needily tell him you want more in a high pitched whine, desire lancing through him from how desperate you sound. And he slowly runs his fingers up and down your slick slit until they’re coated in your sticky fluids, until you’re rolling and grinding your hips in a silent plea for more. Only then does he slide one finger inside, chest tightening from the way your back arches as he hooks his finger, dragging against your soft walls as he takes his time slipping in and out of you.

A part of him wants to be a little cruel, see how much of a mess he can make of you if he painstakingly slows down his pace even more, letting you feel just enough pleasure to writhe around, but never enough to reach your peak. A part of him wants to stay like this forever, see how much more lewdly you can beg verbally and physically. But you look so confused, so helpless, so wrecked as unknown pleasure courses through you and he decides to show you mercy for now, decides to show you that you have nothing to fear as he adds another finger, his two fingers stretching you even more, scissoring inside of you, and he smiles at how your mouth gapes open, tongue lolling out as your tight hole is filled for the first time.

His cock twitches at the sight and his free hand slips underneath his boxers to soothe his aching length, but he freezes when you wantonly beg to see it and he grits his teeth to stop himself from coming right there and then from just those words and the hungry look in your eyes as he shoves his boxers down, his cock springing against his stomach, hard and leaking, spurting more pre-cum as you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight and he imagines how good your mouth would feel around him.

But that’s for another day and he turns his attention back to the task at hand, his free hand wrapping around his shaft as he adds a third finger to the mess between your legs, your arousal making it all too easy to slide right in. And he can’t help but furiously stroke his cock as his fingers increase their pace, lewd wet slick sounds filling the room mixing with your rising moans. Your thighs begin to clench and shake, your pussy tightens around his fingers, and he can almost taste just how close you are to falling apart, to coming undone. And all it takes is his thumb reaching up to rub your clit, his fingers rapidly pistoning in and out of your gushing hole before you’re screaming, body convulsing and eyes rolling back as he continues his frantic pace, not letting up as he forces you to continue your ride until every ounce of pleasure is stripped from you, until you’re just twitching here and there as the last embers of your orgasm finally fade away.

And only when you let out a mewl of discomfort does he stop, fingers still lodged deep inside of you as his fist pumps his cock, mouth going dry at how beautiful you look exhausted, wrecked, a silly dazed look on your face and he groans as he spills all over his hand, smiling wickedly when he notices how your eyes are now alert and intently staring at him, your attention solely focused on him.

He makes a show of slowly pulling his fingers out of you, spreading them apart to show you how coated they are with you before slipping them between his lips, never breaking eye contact with you as he licks and sucks every last drop, something primal raging inside of him at how encaptured you are by the scene playing out in front of you despite the innocence and slight shyness he still sees flickering in your eyes.

But there would be time in the future for more and he shoves his base desires down, grimacing slightly as he haphazardly wipes the mess on his hands and cock with his boxers before moving until he’s laying right beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his face against your cheek, letting you ground yourself, nuzzle into his warmth, find comfort in his solid presence as the last tendrils of post-coital bliss finally fade away.

He softly smiles, adoration in his eyes when you fully come back to him, a radiant albeit tired grin on your face as you affectionately kiss him before sinking into his hold with a big yawn, eyelids fluttering shut as you sleepily demand that he stay the night. And he lightly chuckles and rolls his eyes before turning the lights off, tucking you both underneath your bed sheets as he joins you in slumber, a twin pair of smiles on both your faces as you fall asleep entangled in each other’s arms.

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lxvislxdy · 3 years

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Girls Night

Summary: You’re bummed that girl’s night with your friends gets canceled, so your roommates Bakugou and Kirishima take matters into their own hands to cheer you up. KiriBaku x f!reader if you squint :)

Warning(s): swearing (it’s Bakugou, what do you expect?)

It wasn’t a big deal, you knew that. It wasn’t like your best friends had ditched you for someone else - they’d gotten called in to work last minute. It happens. But after a stressful week, you had to admit you’d really been looking forward to spending some time with your old friends. Since moving in to your new place and starting your new job on the other side of town, you hadn’t had the opportunity to see them at all. It was hard for you to make new friends, and even though your new roommates and their friends were great - albeit, Bakugou was a little standoffish - you still had a hard time. You were lonely.

Still, there was nothing you could do about it. So after work, you treated yourself to an overpriced coffee and decided to retreat into your room for the night, planning to binge your favorite show.

When you got home, Kirishima was in the living room, laughing loudly as he face-timed one of his best friends, Mina.

“Hey, y/n!” He called cheerily, grinning at you.

You smiled back, hoping he didn’t catch your bad mood. “Hi!” You stood behind him, waving at Mina, “Hey Mina!”

“Hi y/n! Ooh, I like your sweater, that color looks great on you!” She complimented.

“Thanks.” You blushed.

You thought you might escape to your room then, but had no such luck. Kirishima was too friendly for his own good.

“How was work?” He asked, kindly.

You sigh, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m just glad this weeks over.”

You try to laugh, but Kirishima seems to catch your tone. He frowns slightly, in sympathy, “Aw, sorry you had a bad week. But hey! Don’t you have that, uh, girls night thing tonight? With your friends from your old job?”

“Oh, uhm, actually they canceled. So... Just me tonight.” Seeing his frown, you forced a smile, “It’s okay though! No worries. I’m just gonna... yeah.”

You pointed awkwardly towards your bedroom, excusing yourself. You got comfy in a pair of sweatpants, before flopping down onto your bed and settling in for the night.

With your headphones in, you don’t hear the rest of Kirishima’s conversation with Mina, or his big plan.

It’s a few hours later when you finally hear the knock on your door.

“Come in!” You say finally, pausing your show.

When Bakugou walks in, hands shoved in his pockets and frowning, you sit up.

“Oh, hey, Ba-”

“What are you, deaf? I’ve been knocking on your door for five minutes!”

Preparing yourself for another one of Bakugou’s signature lectures (had you forgotten to start the dishwasher again?), you flushed, answering softly. “Sorry! I, uh, had my headphones in.”

He scoffed, “Whatever.”

You bit your lip, a nervous habit, waiting for him to say what he needed.

Bakugou watched you for a minute, eyes narrowed, before sighing. “Come on.”

“Wha-”

“Just get up, dork.” He turned on his heel, stalking out of your room, and you scrambled to follow him.

Your head was spinning, trying to remember if you’d forgotten to do something, or made him mad any other way. Bakugou, though tempermental, was an easy roommate, as long as you kept everything clean and stayed out of his way. And even when you didn’t, Kirishima was a pro Bakugou tamer, as their friends called it. But still, you hadn’t forgotten anything, had you?

“Surprise!”

You stopped in your tracks, jaw dropping.

The living room floor was covered with blankets and pillows, the table pushed against one wall, and there were bags full of junk food, and movies, and- oh my god, were those face masks?

Kirishima smiled brightly from his spot on the floor, holding his hands out as he waited for your response.

“Kiri,” You breathed, “What... What’s all this?”

“Girls night!” He said, before blushing slightly, “Well... kinda.”

Bakugou snickered at him, under his breath.

“I couldn’t help but notice how bummed out you were this afternoon, so I asked Mina for help and got Kats to pick up everything on the way home from work. I just figured, you know, you’ve been living here for a month now and we still haven’t got to know you all that well, and all your friends live far away... so we wanted to help!”

Your heart warmed at the thought - Kirishima really was the sweetest. They’d hardly known you a month, yet they went out of their way to do all this? Just to cheer you up? It was more than you could’ve ever expected, and certainly the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you. You quirked your brow at Bakugou.

“Bakugou did this willingly?” You tease.

Bakugou scowled at you, “What did you say, dork?”

Kirishima laughs loudly. “Of course he did!”

“That’s... actually really nice.”

“I’m always nice!” Bakugou growls, and you both laugh.

“Of course you are, bab- Bakugou.” Kiri says, cheeks turning slightly pink as he reaches into one of the bags. “Okay, we’ve got popcorn, and chips, and oh! We’ve got brownies too, let’s make those first. Then we can watch these movies! Mina told us to get rom-coms, but I don’t think Bakugou actually got any...”

“It’s fine,” You said, smile growing in excitement, “Action movies are better anyway.”

Bakugou huffs, but you could swear he smiled slightly at that.

Like Kirishima said, you decided to make the brownies first. But it turns out, Kirishima had never baked anything before in his life, and you weren’t much better. After spilling half the ingredients, and wiping batter on each others noses, Bakugou kicked you both out of the kitchen.

“Stop eating the batter, Shitty Hair! You’ll make yourself sick!” He barked, “Oi! Y/n, don’t you dare wipe that on my shirt. That’s it! Out! Both of you!”

Giggling so much your stomach hurt, the two of you chased each other out of the kitchen and back into the living room before Bakugou could rip your heads off. Little did you know, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face no matter how hard he tried.

By the time Bakugou made it back to the living room, you had pulled Kirishima’s hair back into a ponytail, and were smearing a green face mask on his cheeks.

“Your turn, Kats!” Kirishima called.

Bakugou scrunched his nose up, looking disgusted. “No way am I putting that shit on my face.”

“Aw, come on, it’s not that bad!”

He narrowed his eyes, “No way in hell.”

You and Kiri locked eyes, both smiling mischievously.

“Challenge accepted, Bakubro.” You grinned evilly.

“Wha- Don’t!” He yelled at you, but it was too late.

You and Kirishima tackled him, wrestling him to the ground. It was harder than you’d thought - the guy was fit! But finally, Kirishima had him pinned, and you climbed up in his lap and pulled his hair back with a headband while he grumbled.

“I’m gonna kill you both.” He pouted, hissing when you started to put the mask on. “Fuck, that’s cold!”

You giggled, rolling your eyes, “Sorry.”

While you finished up, the boys shared a knowing look, and they were both thankful for the face masks to cover their blush.

“How long does this have to stay on?” Bakugou asked, once you’d all settled back down and started looking through the movies.

Kirishima snickered, nudging his leg with his foot.

“Oh, stop pouting,” You said. “You’ll thank me later, when your skin is all nice and soft.”

“My skins already nice!”

You bite your lip to try and hold in your laughter, but you and Kirishima both lose it.

“Whatever.” Bakugou grumbled. “Nerds.”

You shove him playfully, and he scoffs.

“I’m picking the first movie.” He said, still pouting.

“Go for it, tough guy.”

He pretends to be mad, storming off to check on the brownies, but you know better.

Later, after pigging out on sweets, you finally fall asleep, content sitting in between the two with your feet propped up in Kirishima’s lap. In your sleep, your head falls onto Bakugou’s shoulder.

The boys meet eyes, and Kirishima smiles softly as he looks down at you.

“We’re fucked.” He says, looking back up to meet Bakugou’s eyes.

Bakugou grunts, careful not to disturb you in your sleep. “Yeah. You can say that again.”

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 8]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, sex toys, dom!seungcheol, blowjob, cumplay, overstimulation, minor degradation/dirty talk, big dick seungcheol is in the house ladies ‘n gents, what we’ve all been waiting for!!! 😩💕 this was actually meant to be a shorter chapter which I guess depending on how you look at 5k words I guess that can be seen as short!!, anyway thank you so much for your patience 🥺 I know a ton of you were waiting for this and it’s finally here!! hehe~ enjoy! have a great weekend!! 🍒

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“Well… It’s not much but welcome home for the next few days.”

Seungcheol helps you into his studio apartment; setting your things by the bed before turning to you.

“So, I take it the cat isn’t real then, huh?” You joke, plopping down onto the sofa. He shoots you a sheepish smile when he sits on the other end, cheeks blooming crimson.

“Uh… no, sorry... If there’s anything I lied about, it was definitely only the cat.”

The two of you share a laugh as you look around the apartment, noting the cookbooks on the kitchen countertop and the extensive PC setup on his desk. “Oh, I should show you around. I mean, it’s not much, but I figure I should let you know where everything is.”

You nod, getting up as Seungcheol starts showing you around the place. He shows you to the bathroom, lets you know where he keeps all of his snacks and even pauses to give you the wi-fi password. You follow him around the place, remarking that it seemed more homey and lived-in than your space did.

“I mean, it’s not much, but it’s comfy. I even tried to be a plant dad but I forgot to water them so that didn’t really work out.”

“Maybe just buy the fake ones for aesthetic purposes, y’know? Give it a greenhouse vibe.”

Seungcheol nods; chuckling as he brings you back to the living space. “Okay, I should go get the things from ‘Guk before it gets any later. And you have a show to do tomorrow too so we should definitely setup once I get back.” He makes sure he has all of his things, keys jingling in his hold as he makes his way to the door.

“Do you need anything else while I’m out? I’ll probably be about 45 minutes, give or take an hour if I catch traffic.”

You shake your head ‘no’ in response, walking up to him. “Just drive safe~” Waving, you wait until the door lock falls into place before you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

In truth, you’d never stopped thinking about the video you had uploaded hours earlier. It had lingered at the back of your head the entire day despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts to keep your mind off of the entire thing.

It was the first time you were alone all day and you were finally ready to face the repercussions of your actions, should they have gone sour.

Sitting on the sofa, you unlock your phone before hesitantly opening a web browser and typing in the URL for the camming website. Taking a deep breath, you login, already nervous when the browser lags due to the amount of notifications.

Your eyes quickly flit across the multitude of comments; cheeks hot as your fingers go numb.

“Oh my god…”

Seungcheol gets an earful once he gets the equipment from Jeongguk’s place; the younger male’s smug face ingrained in Seungcheol’s head even when he gets back to the apartment in record speed.

It takes him a bit of trapezing to get everything in one go, cables spilling out of the box that Jeongguk haphazardly put together, but Seungcheol manages to get the door open.

“Oh my god, ‘Cheol, there you are! Please hurry, come look at this!”

He quickly drags in the box, kicking the door shut before hurriedly jogging over to the sofa where you sat with your laptop. “I--I… I don’t know what to say, I’m just…” You quickly turn the screen to let him read the comments, a wide and giddy smile on your face.

‘Whoa… this is amazing…’

‘Wait who’s the guy???’

‘Please please more content like this’

‘Fuck you sound so good begging for daddy like this…’

‘In public? Such a naughty girl… but daddy will give it to you since you asked so nicely…’

‘Shit you really do look good getting fucked like this… better than your toys tbh’

“Whoa…” Seungcheol breathes out, scrolling through the rest as he sits next to you. “It seems like it did pretty damn well, huh?” You nod feverishly, leaning over him as you click on the video’s revenue page.

“‘Cheol look at this… The donations and revenue from this video alone... I--It’s… it’s more than I get in some of my live shows…” You trail off, wide eyes meeting Seungcheol’s equally shocked face.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment; various thoughts running through your head at the possibilities.

Seungcheol fares no different, already feeling the atmosphere change when you place the laptop on the coffee table.

“Seungcheol…” He can only chuckle in response, already knowing the next words that would spill from your lips.

“Let me take a wild guess… You want to film more like this?”

Nodding, you lean in close to him, wrapping your own arms around his as you rest your head on his shoulder. “I know we kinda… agreed to not get intimate so fast and--and I think we have a lot we need to talk about but ‘Cheol… I--I don’t want to beg but… Would you? Film some videos with me, I mean? They don’t have to be, like, both of us, they can just be from your POV and we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with doing on camera!”

He bites the inside of his cheek as he stares off into the living room. “How about this… Let’s set up, since you have a show to do tomorrow. And then Tuesday morning before I head to work, we can talk about it. I’m not saying no, I’m just… there’s some ground rules I think we need to put down first. Hard limits, things we’re okay with filming… Y’know, just, what we’re comfortable with.”

“Okay, yeah! That makes total and complete sense~” You open your mouth to speak again, only a small squeak coming out instead. “Hmm? Something the matter?”

“Just… Thank you. For everything. I really didn’t expect this to do as well as it did and--and just, I guess I’m in shock?” You laugh, pulling away from Seungcheol as he stares down at you. “And to be honest… I mean, it’s not like we haven’t thought about each other, right?”

Seungcheol feels his body getting warmer by the passing second; gulping when he understands what you mean. “Y-yeah, it’s just.. Hah, I guess I thought I’d have more time to woo you over.”

Letting out an airy laugh, you stand from the sofa and make your way towards the momentarily forgotten box of equipment; dragging it towards the bed before you sit on the floor next to it. “You have plenty of time to do that~ And anyway, who says I’m not already woo’d over?” You place a ring light down by your side just as Seungcheol sits on the bed, watching as you go through the items.

“Wow, Jeongguk sure has a lot of really nice equipment in here! Are you sure it’s okay we borrowed it?”

“Yeah, he’s a bit of a nerd for video equipment and I’m pretty sure as long as we don’t break anything we’re good.”

It only takes about 35 minutes and Seungcheol stepping on an outlet plug to finish setting up all the lighting equipment and camera as you and Seungcheol finally plop down onto the bed.

“Jeez, I never realized how convoluted it was to set up a few ring lights and one camera. I don’t want to see another cable for at least 50 years.” Seungcheol jokes; wiping a bead of sweat that trickles down his temple. “Is this how it’s set up at your place?”

“Mmhmm~ All the time. It’s like I’m never really ‘offline’.”

He stands from the bed a second later, walking to the fridge to get some water for the two of you. “Really? You don’t ever put the equipment away?”

You sigh softly, flopping onto your back onto the cold sheets. “In a perfect world I would, but it gets really annoying to always take down and put everything back up so I usually kind of just leave them in their places. But it’s fine ‘cause it’s only me anyway and I’m lazy~”

Seungcheol laughs as he places a glass of water next to the bed. “I guess that’s fair. I’d probably do the same.” You get comfy on his bed; eyes already threatening to slide shut.

“We should probably get some sleep, huh? I have work in the morning…” He mumbles, watching as you already seem to drift off into sleep.

“Mmhmm~”

Seungcheol’s bed is comfy.

So comfy that you barely register him leaning down to let you know that he’d be leaving for work. And so comfy that you spend most of your day in it until he gets back.

“Honey, I’m home~” He singsongs; kicking his shoes off at the door before making his way into the kitchen. “I grabbed some takeout on the way back, hope you don’t mind. My cookbooks came in a while ago, but to be honest, I’ve barely even looked at ‘em, much less even opened them up.”

“I don’t mind~ And thank you!”

The two of you set up in the living space, placing the food on the coffee table and easing onto the rug. “So how was work, darling~?”

Seungcheol chokes on a bite of food in an instant, hand on his chest as he tries to swallow it down. “Urgh, f-fine!” He pauses as he clears his airway. “Jeongguk really won’t let me live it down but it’s okay. He asked what you saw in me and that killed my ego a bit.” He snorts.

“Pfft, there’s a lot to like about you! He just doesn’t see ‘that’ side of you, y’know?” Seungcheol blushes, clearing his throat before trying to change the subject. “How was your day? Hope it wasn’t too boring?”

“Mmm~ Not really... Your bed is really comfy though! I didn’t wanna leave it~ Oh! And I spent some time brainstorming some ideas ‘n stuff for tomorrow!”

“Yeah? Anything good?”

Your cheeks flush crimson; a shy smile on your lips. “Maybe~ But we’ll save it for our talk!!”

dom.cheol: aren’t you a pretty lil thing?

angelhan has donated $70

dom.cheol has donated $300

artist8hao: oh? A new location again? It looks nice

alphagyu97: are we all forgetting the most important thing??

alphagyu97: whos the dude???

universe_WZ: you sound pressed over there, u ok?

hoshi_tiger_xx: honestly idrc that video was HOT

“Oh my gosh~ You guys!!” Your eyes flit to the side where Seungcheol sits with his phone in hand; a sly smirk on his face when your eyes meet. “Actually, I didn’t know you’d all like it so much… I kinda just thought to do it on the fly and my---my friend, um, agreed to help me…” Mumbling, you shyly readjust on Seungcheol’s sheets.

gc__koo: a friend? interesting tell me more

sleepy_wonu: who tf

kitty_junjun: i see our babygirl is getting more regulars~ so popular~

You giggle cutely as you tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “Did my video do that well?” You already know the answer but you read off a few more responses, biting your lip when you glance Seungcheol’s way again.

“Actually… my friend is here with me. He’s making sure I behave~”

Seungcheol pauses, head tilted questioningly at you. He mouths a simple ‘what are you doing?’ to which you wink back, readjusting yourself against the headboard.

“He’s really shy though… So he won’t be on camera~ But… But thinking about his fingers so deep in me… Fuck I’m--I’m already…” You trail off; hand reaching for the small bullet vibrator next to you on the bed.

gc__koo: guess he really gave it to you good huh?

xcaliburDK: fuck we kno he did… god that was so hot

tangerine_kwan: ur cute lil pussy was so wet and tight around those fingers, fuck

chwenon has donated $45

chwenon: it was so diff from seeing your own fingers or toys but in a good way

You trail the small vibrator across your body; mewling when you press it against the growing wet patch on your panties. “S-so you guys wouldn’t mind seeing more?”

gentleman_josh95: fuck yea i wanna see more

therealchan99: yes god plz, wanna see that cute lil cunt stretching around a fat cock

Seungcheol blushes as he clenches his jaw, suddenly a little embarrassed.

“Yeah? Mmh, I--I want that too…” You whimper. Using your free hand, you hook your thumb into the waistband of your panties as you shimmy them down before you continue. “Do you think my friend would be so kind as to give it to me~?” You tease; spreading your legs wide in front of the camera.

dom.cheol: if you behave, maybe he will.

artist8hao: mmm he’s right, only good girls get their pussies filled with cock

“Heeeey, but I’m good, right?” You pout, brows furrowing cutely at the camera. “I’ve been so good lately… Think I deserve a reward~”

dom.cheol: do you though? Have you been good, baby?

therealchan99: uh oh trouble in paradise?

gc__koo: maybe hes jealous

Jealous!? Seungcheol exclaims in his head; reminding himself to keep quiet as he stares at you incredulously.

You can only laugh loudly in response, shaking your head as you bring the wet toy up to your lips. You lick the wetness off of the silicone, lips settling into a sly smirk when you set the vibrator to it’s strongest setting.

“Let me show you how good I can be.”

“So, restraints?”

“For me or for you?” You blink up at Seungcheol from a mouthful of cereal, hair messy as you lounge in one of his shirts you happened to find on the floor. “Uh, well, mostly for you. I’m--I’m not opposed to it but… Yeah.”

You get comfy in his makeshift sofa bed, giggling as he sits across from you. “I’m totally cool with it! Oh! Um… you… you’re clean, right? Before we continue.” He nods in response, clearing his throat. “Yeah, I got tested a few weeks ago… Just in case.”

“Okay cool, so… Hmm… ‘Cheol is there anything you don’t want to do?”

“I should be asking you that, baby. ‘Cause I’m okay with anything you want to do… I think.”

“Okay so no piss kinks and no weird diaper baby stuff then.”

Seungcheol snorts, running a hand through his hair. “Sounds good to me. Is there anything you’re… really opposed to? Like choking or spitplay or degradation... I mean, you talking about it on your camshows is different from us doing it in real life so I--I just want to make sure you’re really okay with it.” You nod slowly, taking in his words.

“Yeah… I mean, I wanna try it with you. I trust you.” Pausing, you bite your lip as you try to hide the giddy smile on your face to no avail. “If we’re being honest, the thought of you being rough with me and spitting in my mouth is kinda really hot.”

He grits his teeth, already feeling his cock throb when you say that. “Ooookay, baby, I gotta go to work after this so let’s… not go there right now, okay? I don’t need ‘Guk having any more ammo against me.”

“Sorry, ‘Cheol~ I’ll be good! And--oh, by the way… Um, what about your v-voice? What are we gonna do about that…”

Oh, right.

Seungcheol bites the inside of his cheek, contemplating. In truth, he’d been thinking about it since you asked him to help the first time and he knew eventually he’d have to revisit the topic. It seemed like a minuscule thing, but a part of him was a little worried that he’d be recognizable. “I--I’ll think about it. I’m more okay on the idea of it but I’ll let you know before we do anything.” Nodding, you get up from the sofa the same time Seungcheol does, walking with him towards the front door.

“Oh and one last thing, ‘Cheol!”

“Hmm?”

“Safe word?”

He takes a second to think, brows furrowing as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Cranberry.”

You raise a brow, blinking up at Seungcheol. “Really? Cranberry?”

“Yeah, why not, it’s easy to remember and it’s not Cherry but it’s kinda similar?”

“That’s fair, I guess.”

“Hey hyung, cool apartment! Didn’t think I’d see it like that, if you know what I mean.”

“Don’t you have popcorn to burn?”

Seungcheol sighs a breath of relief when he turns the lock to his apartment door; already excited to see you when he gets home from work.

“I’m back!” He yells, toeing his shoes off at the entrance as he sees you quietly shuffle to the entrance.

“I… I was bad today…”

Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as his eyes dance over your form still dressed in one of his t-shirts.

Oh.

Ohhhh. Okay.

“You were bad, huh? Wanna tell me what you did, baby?”

You nod in response, linking your hands with his as you guide him back towards the bed. You hand him your phone, already having it in video mode and recording by the time he adjusts it in his palm

“You don’t have to… say anything if you don’t want to.” Seungcheol nods.

Gulping, you peer up at him once you sit on the bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after you left for work… I--I couldn’t stop touching myself thinking about you…” You rub your thighs together; already feeling the wetness pooling between them again.

“I made myself cum and I--I used your pillow to make myself cum and got them dirty… ‘m sorry…”

Seungcheol feels himself slip into character, bringing his free hand up to your hair before he slightly tugs on it.

“So your greedy ‘lil pussy couldn’t wait ‘til I got home from work? And you got my favorite pillows dirty? Naughty ‘lil thing. I can’t even leave you alone for a few hours, can I?”

You feel your body heat up incredibly fast, head tilted up towards the camera as he brings it in closer. You were fully expecting him to keep quiet, but you were incredibly elated to hear him interacting with you. “I k-know, I’m sorry! I couldn’t s-stop thinking about your cock…” He scoffs, grinning down at you when he sees the lust already pooling in your eyes.

“How are you going to make it up to me, baby?”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty choking on my cock.”

The tears blur your vision as you swallow around him; pussy throbbing around your fingers at the feeling of him already being too big for your mouth. His hand guides you down until your lips almost reach the base of his cock, a strained moan on his lips when you gag around him. “Ngh, god, your mouth is so fuckin’ small. Bet you can’t wait ‘til my cock is in that pussy of yours, huh?”

You moan around him in response; head getting fuzzy when the lightheadedness starts to bite. You continue to thrust your own fingers into your pussy, prepping yourself for Seungcheol as you scissor and curl the digits.

Seungcheol holds you onto his cock a second more before he tugs on your hair, pulling you off of his cock as you sputter and catch your breath. “You look good like this, baby.” He smirks, letting the camera catch your messy hair, teary eyes and swollen lips before he lets go of your hair.

“Now get on the bed. Legs spread for me.”

You nod; getting up from the floor on shaky legs as Seungcheol lets the camera follow.

You strip off all your clothes and get onto the bed before resting against the pillows and spreading your legs for Seungcheol to situate himself between them.

“You need to be punished for misbehaving, sweetheart. You know you’re not allowed to cum without my permission. And you got my sheets dirty.”

“I know…” You whimper, “I couldn’t help it…”

Scoffing, he rolls his eyes. “I know you can’t. All you ever think about is my cock inside that pussy of yours. What would you do without me, baby? Do you think anyone could satisfy you like I do?”

Seungcheol slots himself between your legs, making sure to keep most of himself out of frame. He wraps his free hand around his cock, running it up and down before bringing his cock to your wet folds. He runs the head through your folds, letting it tap against your clit as you jolt. “Do you want me?” He whispers; his eyes meeting yours.

He knew this was the second everything would change for the two of you, and he wanted to make sure you truly wanted it before he took the leap.

“Yes, please… I want you so bad…” You whimper, legs wrapping around Seungcheol’s waist. He nods shakily, making sure your phone is angled down as he slowly sinks his cock into your pussy.

The two of you share a broken moan as Seungcheol’s grip on your phone tightens and your own hands find purchase in the pillow tucked underneath your head.

Seungcheol was big.

And the stretch had you whining; a small sting biting into you as he slowly eased his cock into you. “Relax for me, sweetheart. You’re already so fuckin’ tight around me. You need to relax a little more.”

You try your best to even your breathing as you also attempt to relax; pupils blown wide when you look straight into the camera. “G-god, you’re so b-big, oh, I--I’m--a-ah!” Tiny cries spill from your lips as you cum unexpectedly, nails digging into the pillow as your walls flutter around him.

“Hmm~ Only got half my cock into your tight pussy and you’re already cumming? So easy.” He laughs, letting you ride out your high as he waits.

Internally, Seungcheol was dying. There were so many things he wanted to say but couldn’t; knowing he, too, at this moment, was playing a character with you.

“Fuck, your pussy is so warm and wet and I’m not even all the way in yet. Think you can still take the rest of me, baby?”

“I, hah, y-yes, please! Wanna fuh--feel all of y-you…” Mumbling, you don’t even wait to come down from your high before you’re already wanting more; squirming underneath him.

“If you say so~”

Seungcheol inches in the rest of his cock, exhaling harshly when he bottoms out completely. “Holy fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!” His free hand grips your thigh, nails digging into the flesh as he gives you a second to adjust to his size. You can feel your entire body trembling, pussy clenching around him as the sting from the stretch starts to subside and bleed into unadulterated pleasure. “God, please--please m-move!”

He starts slow at first, only shallowly thrusting into you as the two of you get used to each other’s body. And despite your first time together being on camera, Seungcheol doesn’t seem to mind all too much, although he does remember to keep himself out as much as possible.

Your breathy moans and clipped breaths are music to his ears when he starts going a little faster; the sweat starting to trickle down his temple when he keeps at a moderate pace. “O-oh, fuck!” A string of incoherent curses follow as you wince when the head of Seungcheol’s cock taps your cervix.

“Oh, go----d, right there, please, it feels so g-good!”

“Right here? Does it feel good when you’re full of my cock?” Seungcheol clenches his jaw when you tighten around him, small curses falling from his own lips.

“Yes, yes, god, fuck… I--ngh!” Your eyes clamp shut as you fully get lost in pleasure; your head tossed back into the pillow when Seungcheol thrusts into you particularly hard.

You hear him laugh lightly, followed by a buzzing noise that has your eyes peeling open. “H-huh?”

Seungcheol smiles down at you, eyes filled with mischief when he plays with the settings on the vibrator in his hand.

“Well, you wanted to cum so bad that you did it without my permission, right? Since you wanna cum so bad, let’s see it, sweetheart.” He brings the toy to your clit; letting the vibrations throw your body into overdrive as your back arches off of the sheets.

“A-ah, Seu--Mmh! Fuck ‘m g-gonna cum a-again!” You cry, thighs quivering around his waist as he keeps the silicone toy pressed up against your swollen clit.

He doesn’t let up as he starts to thrust into you quicker, fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his. “God, your fuckin’ cunt was made for me. Bet you want me to cum inside too, huh? Fill you up nice and good until it’s spilling out of you?”

“Please, please, please!”

“You gotta cum for me one more time, baby. Get my cock wet.” You let out a choked cry, lashes wet with tears when he sets the toy to its strongest setting.

“Mmh, ‘m so s-sensitive… I--- I don’t know if--if I can, ah, cum a-again…” Seungcheol licks his lips watching your fucked out expression, cock throbbing between your walls. “I know you can, baby. I can feel you already getting tight around me again.”

And Seungcheol’s right; only a few more thrusts from him before you’re cumming one last time, heels digging into the small of his back as he finally shuts the toy off and grinds against you. And this time, your lips part in a silent scream, back arching off of the bed as your entire body goes rigid underneath him.

He makes sure to do a full sweep of your body through the camera in the midst of your high, halting his movements as he lets you ride it out before he continues.

“Oh my g-god, I--fu--fuck…”

Your body finally untenses after a few minutes; chest heaving in deep breaths as Seungcheol resumes his pace.

“Ready for me to cum inside that cute ‘lil cunt of yours?”

“Mmh, yes, give it to me~”

Seungcheol snickers, thrusting into you hard one last time before he pulls out completely. “That’s too bad~” He taunts, wrapping his free hand around the shaft of his cock. “Only good girls get creampies~” He lets out a cocky laugh, running his hand up and down his cock as he positions it over your abdomen.

You clench around emptiness, a weak moan floating through the air when Seungcheol finally cums, painting your chest in warm wet streaks of the salty substance. “Fuck, but you look so pretty covered in my cum too…” He grits out, cock throbbing in his palm as he works himself through his orgasm.

You watch him through foggy eyes; licking your chapped lips as you watch his brows furrow in concentration and his eyes slide shut as he, too, gets overwhelmed with bliss.

It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, palm sweaty around the phone as his thumb hovers over the ‘stop’ button. “W-wait…”

“Hmm? What’s wrong, baby?”

You run your fingers through the rivulets of cum coating your skin, gathering the viscous liquid on your fingertips before you bring them up to your mouth to lick them clean. “We can’t let it go to waste, can we?” Popping the digits into your mouth, you moan around your fingers as you clean Seungcheol’s cum off of them.

“You’re right, baby. We shouldn’t.”

You smile up at him, eyes dancing towards the camera for what feels like the first time in a long time before popping the digits out of your mouth.

Seungcheol’s eyes follow your movements, throat dry when you run your fingertips through the settling cum again. Except this time, you drag your fingers down until they’re teasing your clit, coating it in his cum. “Ngh, w-wanted you to cum inside but…”

His shaky eyes follow the way your fingers dip lower and lower until your cum coated fingers sink into your swollen pussy. He mentally screams, half tempted to shut off the camera.

“That’s right, baby. You want my cum so bad that you have to do it yourself, huh? Maybe next time you’ll remember to behave, won’t you?”

Nodding, you repeat the same steps a few more times; fingering Seungcheol’s cum into your pussy until most of it is cleaned off of your chest.

“I promise I won’t misbehave again~” You coo.

You wait a few seconds before you lean up, hand circling Seungcheol’s wrist as you bring the phone down and press the ‘stop’ button yourself.

“And scene!” You blurt out, laying back down in a tired mess as Seungcheol chuckles above you.

“Well, can’t say I expected that, if I’m being honest.” He moves back, eyes fixated on his cum that dries on your skin and the little bit that trickles from your pussy. “I’ve gotta ask, did you really… before I got home…”

“Honestly? Yeah… I mean the--the pillows were a lie ‘cause I didn’t wanna get them dirty but…” You chuckle tiredly, aiming to sit up which you find difficult to do. “Fuck, ‘Cheol, I think you broke me!” He pouts in response, leaning over you to make sure you were okay.

“Did I though? Be honest. ‘Cause I wasn’t expecting to go that hard on our first time together but it just---it--I--”

“Whoa, it’s okay! Seungcheol, relax. You didn’t hurt me… I r-really liked it actually… It felt--You felt really good. And I just wanted to, um, say sorry. I kinda sprung that on you out of nowhere too.”

“Honestly? I didn’t mind. I seemed to fall into character a lot easier than I expected which shocked me too.”

The two of you fall into a comfortable yet shy silence; catching your breath.

Seungcheol makes the first move, sliding off of the bed as you fight off the sleep that threatens to take you. “Hey, we need to get you cleaned up and hydrated. I need to change the sheets too.”

“Mmm.. but ‘m tired, ‘Cheol…”

He smiles at your tired form, helping you into a sitting position before shuffling to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. “I know you’re tired. And you can go to sleep after we get you cleaned off, get the sheets changed and probably eat a little, okay?”

“Mmkay~ Oh, but the video…” He passes you the glass, making you finish it before you continue.

“What about the video?”

You wipe at your dry lips, handing the glass back to Seungcheol. “We… We should probably watch it back and edit it a bit to make sure everything’s okay, shouldn’t we? Just in case we, um, said something we shouldn’t have or something...”

A blush blooms on Seungcheol’s skin, suddenly shy at the idea that he’d have to not only listen to himself but also watch, at least, part of himself on camera. “R-right, which--which we can do tomorrow when I get back from work. If that’s okay with you?”

You nod up at him, a beaming smile on your face.

“It’s definitely okay with me~”

#cherrybomb!cheol #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #scoups

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schrijverr · 2 years

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Looking Through Your Eyes

After having a shit day, Spencer finds a friend in Derek, who doesn’t mind taking care of him and being there for him.

On AO3.

Ships: none (could be read as Moreid)

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything

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Spencer has glasses. This is not an unknown fact and, with the nerd stereotype, it doesn’t come as a surprise tomany people.

However, that doesn’t mean he likes wearing him. The legs itch behind his ears all day, it pinches his bridge and he can never quite get used to the ridge in his sight. So, he doesn’t often wear his glasses, no matter how many headaches he gets. He can live with theheadaches

…on most days.

Today is not hisday, lets start there. He wakes up with a start after a nightmare that’s already fading before he can even pinpoint what scared him so much, but keeps him up for the rest of the night anyway. Whatever he dreamed makes a pit appear in his chest that doesn’t leave, no matter what he tries.

When he finally decides that staring at his ceiling isn’t helping (he knows the facts about how lying down is also rest, but he truly can’t be bothered when his own brain is driving him crazy), he gets up and promptly breaks his coffee machine.

He stares at the smoking machine for a few seconds, nearly deciding to give up and call in sick so that he can crawl onto the couch and feel miserable for himself. However, he wants to help should there be a case and he doesn’t think he can handle missing one justbecause his coffee machine broke and he slept sightly terrible.

So, he gets dressed and hauls his ass to work anyway, barely making it there without having to call in sick anyway after he trips on the underground stairs and spills coffee from the cafe over himself as he avoids cracking his skull.

Safe to say that by the time he has reached his desk, he has an idea of where this day is going.

Still, he has a clean shirt in his go-bag (which he dropped on his toe) and changed into it on the toilet, before sitting down. There is no new case yet, only paperwork. On any other day he wouldn't mind paperwork, but today it’s taunting him as he looks for anything other to do than his paperwork.

Nothing.

The others aren’t in yet, because Spencer is always earlier than their early and this time he was even in before that. So it’s just him and the evil paperwork. Fuck, what Spencer wouldn't give for Emily’s and Derek’s banter to annoy him right now.

But instead he rubs his eye and tries to concentrate on the report in front of him. It blurs slightly and he blinks tiredly, before heaving a sigh and starting to recount what happened in clipped, up-to-code and guidelinesspeech.

When Hotch and Rossi arrive, deep in conversation, he has barely finished that report, but jumps on the opportunity to talk with someone. He greets them, going for a smile, which the two return, before going back to their discussion. Great, no distraction there, back to the horrid paperwork it is, he supposes.

JJ isn’t any help either, on the phone with a frown as she comes in, barely giving Spencer a wave as she passes.

It’s only when Derek and Emily finally come in at 8:15that he has someone to talk to, by that time he has scarcely finished two reports and wishes the day would be over already. Still, he greets the other two, by calling out: “Enjoy sleeping in?”

“Waking up at 6:30 is not sleeping in,” Emily groans.

“Feels like it, though,” Derek adds and they all have to agree with that. Not getting called awake is a luxury they don’t often have and Spencer wishes his body had realized that this night, instead of waking him up at 4.

He’s snapped back to the conversationby Derek asking: “You okay, pretty boy?”

For all that he wanted a distraction, it seems he got distracted the moment that wish was granted. He shakes it off, before nodding as he starts to frown. Did he look that terrible? He changed out the coffee stained shirt, so is it just his face? “Yeah, why?” he shoots back.

“Nothing,” Derek shrugs. “Your eyes look a bit tired that’s all.”

Spencer goes cross eyedfor a moment, before realizing he can’t see his own eyes and blinking, slowly getting two grins into focus as Emily and Derek both catch onto his thoughts. He huffs a bit snootily, before saying: “Paperwork piles are on your desks.”

That wipes the grins of their faces, but Spencer feels slightly bad for them. If hisconcentration comes back, he decides, he’ll do some of theirs.

However, that idea is quickly shot down as the edges of a headache creep up right before lunch. It starts at his temples and moves along his eye sockets as the words begin to blur and his already slow process slows down even more.

Technically, he can take an early break, he knows that. But he never takes an early break and if this headache is bothering him, the team nagging him will be even more bothersome. So no break just yet, he can hold out until lunch.

After lunch he’ll grab his glasses out of his go-bag, those will probably help. He left his other pair ofglasses on the nightstand and regrets that now. If he put them in his bag, he could subtly grab them now and no one would fuss, but if he gets up to grab them, it’ll be a thing and the team will worry.

He sighs and focuses back on the sentencehe’s now reading for the third time.

Once lunch rolls around, the only improvement is that he can stop pretending to be working and go grab his glasses and some food. He’s going crazy looking at the letters that keep blurring as his head pounds.

Still, he doesn’t say no when Derek asks if he wants to eat with him, Emily and Garcia in the courtyard. Anything is better than sitting in the bullpen and maybe some fresh air will do him good, besides he’s longed for company since he woke up and while working beside each other is nice, some conversation will be nicer.

All of this, he regrets the moment he steps outside and remembers he lives on a planet near to the sun that now seeminglywants to disintegratehim. It’s manageable, but barely. A migraineis coming and right now it’s more a when than an if.

However, he’s determined to enjoy today. He likes calm office days. There is no one getting brutally murdered or missing and he can just do some low-effort paperworkwith his friends, but today, as stated before, is not his day.

So, he mostly listens as Derek and Emily argue about the film adaptation of Slaughterhouse-Fiveand whether it was good or not, and watches the kitty video’s Garcia shows him in silence. This behavior, naturally, doesn’tgo unnoticed, though they let him be for a big part of lunch.

By the end he is almost enjoying himself, his headache has lessened and the weird feeling he’s had in his chest all day has subsides on the waves of his friends talking. He can just go inside and grab his glasses and maybe today will be something anyway.

“You okay, Reid?” that’s Emily, seems he got lost in his musings and missed the conversation leading up to the question.

He smiles slowly and nods, wincing slightly at the movement. He explains: “Bit of a headache, but I’m fine.”

Garciaasks with big eyes: “You’ll tell us if that big brain of yours turns to evil on you, right, junior g-man?”

“Of course,” he lies, reassuringly, before pulling himself onto his feet and making his way back inside. He faints goingto the bathrooms for the ones looking, before veering to the lockers where they keep their go-bags.

Any optimism he might have had for the day dies as he grabs his bag. The bag-dropping incident of that morning has shattered the lensesof his glasses, which haveslid out of theirprotective bag. His only chance at making the headache less has been washed down the drain and he feels like he’s about to cry.

For a moment he considers putting on the broken lenses, but decides against it. Looking through broken glass isn’t going to make anything better and his whole reason was to not pull attention to himself.

He’ll just have to live with the headache.

His whole life he has hated his glasses and how uncomfortable they can be and right now when he needs them, they’re not there. It’s almost like a stuffy nose, you don’t know how much you love being able to breathe normally until you can’t anymore.

Silently, he mourns his glasses as he returns to the bullpen, the stack of paperwork nearly breaking him to the point of tears again, when he has just managed to get himself away from the waterworks moments before.

At a snails pace, he goes through the rest of his pile. It physically hurts to read and he should probably just take the rest of the day off and go home, but he’s nothing if not stubborn and he doesn’t want the fuss, so he pushes on.

None of this goes unnoticed, of course,and he should really know better by now than to try and hide things like this from a group of profilers.

Derek soon notices they’re working through the stacks at the same pace, which is never the case, so he balls up a bit of paper and throws it in Spencer’s direction. He just wants to get the other agent’s attention, but instead Spencer jerks backwards, then hisses at the movement.

The noise gets Emily’s attention as well and both frown at each other, before Derek says: “Hey there, you doing alright, man?”

Spencer almost lies, but quite honestly, he’s done with the whole day and at this point, he rather feels like turning into a miserable heap more than keeping appearances. He groans as he puts his head on his desk and says: “Fucking headache. Shit day.”

He usually doesn’t swear, since his filter easily fades when he rambles and he doesn’t want any swears to slip through on the job, Hotch’s eyebrows scare him too much. But this day? This day fucking deserves it.

“Damn, must be real bad,” Emily says softly and Spencer appreciates her keeping her voice down as well as sympathizing with him. He deserves a bit of sympathy after this day.

“Can we get you something, pretty boy?” Derek asks.

“No,” Spencer replies moodily. “Unless you can magic a pair of glasses into existence.”

“You have glasses in your go-bag,” Derek reminds him and in any other circumstance that would be sweet of him, but, as stated before, not today.

“I dropped my bag this morning and they broke,” Spencer grouches.

“What were you doing with your go-bag?” Emily asks, not because she wants to pry, but because it’s habit for all of them to ask follow up questions at any given moment, in case it would be useful later.

“Because I spilled coffee on my shirt,” Spencer snaps anyway, just tired and cranky now. The whole day is catching up and it’s coming out in the shape of irritability. “And I spilled coffee on my shirt after I nearly fell on the underground stairs, ones which I usually don’t take, but these atrnear the cafe I like and I wanted to go there, because my coffee machine broke, something I found out at 4 am this morning when my body decided to hate me and not let me sleep in. And this whole headache of this could have been fucking avoided if I just took my glasses with me, but I didn’t because I hate how they feel on my face, but now I that would kill for them, they’re on my fucking nightstand.”

He pants after his rant, sagging in wherehe puffed up in outrage before as he recounted all that went wrong in his life today.

Derek and Emily are silent for a moment, across the bullpen JJ loudly calls out: “Everything okay? I heard yelling.”

Spencer barely manages to feel bad about the glare he sends her as Derek explains: “Reid has had a terrible day and right now has a headache.”

“Then take him home,” JJ calls back. “I’ll tell Hotch.”

And now Spencer does feel bad about the glare, but he could also hug her with how great an idea that is. He hates getting fussed over, but he’s already made a spectacle out of himself with his outburst, might as well go home and try to sleep.

Derek sends JJ a thumbs up before gathering his things, depositing his paperwork on Emily’s desk with a grin. She just rolls her eyes and splits the stack evenly, dropping half back on Derek’s desk, despite the fact that he had gotten through more of his stack already.

Not that he notices, he’s too busy watching Spencer with concerned eyes as the agent slowly gathers his stuff. Though Derek knows better than to help, since Spencer will only see it as fussing, something he knows the other hates.

Still, he can’t stop the concerned look as they slowly make their way to his car, with Spencer barely walking in a straight line, wincing at the lights. But they get into the car eventually and Spencer drops down with a sigh, closing his eyes and leaning back in his seat.

Derek decides to let him have his moment and drives off in silence. It’s only when they’re nearly at his house that Derek softly says: “No one would have blamed you for going home early, you know that, right?”

Spencer is quiet for a moment, Derek almost thinks he isn’t going to answer, when he replies: “I do know that. It’s just that- I’m already the youngest. And you all take me seriously and listen to me, which is great, but everyone always fusses over every small thing. I just didn’t want to make a scene over a minor headache.”

The minor part earns him an eyeroll form Derek, but the other agent does consider his words. He does not think they baby Spencer, but that might be because Spencer is really adamant about not being babied.

He sighs. “I wouldn't call it fussing,” he finally says. “And we’re not singling you out on purpose, if we even do at all. It comes from a place of love, Reid, I promise. We watch out for our own and you’re included in that.”

“I know,” Spencer sounds almost annoyed at how aware he is. “I just don’t like the attention, I’m not used to it.”

He lucky doesn’t see the sad look that crosses Derek’s face at the comment. He shakes it off and says: “Well, you’re going to have to get used to it at some point, pretty boy, because we’re not letting you go that easily.” Derek doesn’t miss how Spencer flashes a brief smile that fades with the loud noise of a passing motorbike.

When Spencer gets himself away from the pain, he replies: “It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but everyone seems to care in such a big way.”

Derek files that information away for later and focuses on the road again, as he jokes: “I wanna be there when you tell Garcia that.” To which Spencer manages a snort.

It’s at this time that they pull up to Spencer’s apartment building. Derek wanted to drive to his house, but he doesn’t have glasses for Spencer, which is what the doctor needs right now, along with migraine medicine, even if it’s probably too late already.

“You don’t have to walk me to my door,” Spencer rolls his eyes as Derek gets out of the car as well.

“I’m not,” he grins back cheekily. “I’m coming inside and making myself home on your couch. I have to hold the ‘BAU’s big caring way’-name high.”

“God, I’m never hearing the end of that comment,” Spencer sighs, but doesn’t further protest Derek’s presence and even seems to welcome it, giving the other his keys so that he doesn’t have to struggle with the lock and trusting Derek to lead the way to his couch.

Derek remembers Spencer saying his glasses are on the nightstand, so he pops into Spencer’s bedroom and grabs them for them, handing them to the grateful doctor along with some light pain killers.

“Tea?” Derek asks. “I’m not getting you coffee with your headache.”

Spencer pouts a little, but does accept the offer, looking much better with his glasses on and sagging on the couch.

Within no time Derek is back with the tea and hands him a mug as he takes a seat next him. They sip their tea in silence for a moment as Spencer tries to decompress after his horrible day. He does so by closing his eyes and curling up, looking indeed very much the part of young agent that still needs to be taken care of, no matter how competent Derek knows him to be.

He shakes his head. How can Spencer not know that no one makes a scene on purpose, but that Spencer just makes it so hard for anyone to care for him? It’s only big, because Spencer isn’t used to more than the bare minimum.

Hmm, yeah, okay, Derek gets it. The slightest bit more than the bare minimum will already feel like a lot if you’re not used to it, so normal care levels for their team relations will feel gigantic. He can work with that.

But that’s for later, now he just makes himself comfortable on the couch and sips his tea as he flips through a book in the vicinity, not really reading the academic text, but content to let his eyes glide over the pages and save his attention for Spencer, who is slowly starting to perk up with the medicine and rest kicking in.

“The Oxford Handbook of the European Bronze Age,” Spencer murmurs the title softly. “I read that before going to sleep yesterday.”

“Yeah?” Derek prompts him to go on, knowing Spencer likes to talk about all he reads and he needs something fun in his day today.

“Hm-mh,” Spencer hums. “There was one chapter by Nick Thorpe that I enjoyed about warfare in Bronze Age Europe. Did you know that the Bronze Age brought forth the Warrior ideal and was the start of many war traditions that the Iron Age enlarged into large scale warfare? Like swords, the Bronze Age produced the first swords, which were also the first tools that could only be used to kill another human being.”

“So we’ve been killing each other since the Bronze Age?” Derek asks, actually finding the topic quite interesting, seeing how their works relates to killing, though not warfare.

“No, we’ve been killing each other before this too, like the Linearbandkeramik people, for example, they probably had violence as a big part of their culture and massacring whole communities happened in a ritualistic manner,” Spencer answers. “They just used tools like adzes to do it, which could also be used for chopping down a tree, as well as arrows, which were also hunting tools.”

“Really?” Derek hasn’t heard that before. “I thought people were relatively peaceful back then.”

“Common misconception,” Spencer says, launching into a small lecture about the history of warfare in prehistoric Europe on the basis of defensive structures and remains found as well as rock art and weapons.

Derek lets him ramble for quite some time, enjoying how Spencer appears to forget his rough day through his lecture, seemingly not even minding his glasses with how he pushes them up every time they slide down without faltering his speech.

He supposes just listening can be a small way of caring.

So, he sits and listens as that lecture turns into a lecture about the impacts on societies with different metals being discovered and metallurgy technology coming up, after which Spencer bashfully apologizes for rambling, saying he’s gotten into a bit of a archaeology research hole recently.

“I didn’t mind listening,” Derek smiles, seeing Spencer’s eyes widen. “Did the Scandinavian rock paintings really have erect dicks?”

“Of course you only remember that part.” Spencer rolls his eyes and pushes Derek over, but it’s too fond to be meant.

“Hey, I paid attention, you can quiz me while I cook, I can listen to your smart-boy talk,” Derek shoots right back.

“You’re going to cook?” Spencer is immediately thrown off by that.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cook,” Derek tells him. “You gotta eat something that’s not, like, instant noodles, my mom will kill me if she finds out I’ve not been forcing you to eat like a real person.”

“Your mom?” Spencer is only getting more confused, but also not stopping Derek as he trails after him to the kitchen, where Derek is making himself at home.

“Yes, Spencer, my mom,” he replies. “The best friendship is one with food, is what she always tells us.”

“That’s a good philosophy,” Spencer muses, before telling Derek about the psychological impact of communal eating and cooking on mental health, already having forgotten about quizzing Derek about his earlier lecture.

Derek lets him, engaging with his talk as he cooks, deciding that this is nice and something Spencer can handle on affection levels-wise.

Mentally he’s already thinking of other things he can do, deciding to fix Spencer’s coffee machine before he leaves. And the next time Spencer has a headache, Derek pulls a spare pair of glasses out of his bag.

It’s the little things that make life and friendship worth it, even after a shit day.

A/N:

Come for the hurt/comfort, stay for the archaeology facts!

Gotta give a shout out to my mans, Harry Fokkens, who edited the book along with Anthony Harding (I just don’t know him or Thorpe personally, but I enjoyed that article greatly, so also shout out to those three, it was v interesting).

Also, you don’t even know how hard it was for me not to write out the lecture, I wanted to so bad, but I think the massacre graves would kinda ruin the vibes I built up, so I let it be, but omg hit me up in the comments and I will, like 100%

#RR writing #cm #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #can be read as moreid #hurt spencer reid #poor boy has a headache #and an overall shitty day

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operationcavill · 4 years

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Untangled - Part 6

He parks the car outside of her apartment and sighs heavily, “Let’s talk upstairs,” He walks around the front of the car to open her door, looking around with a scowl on his face. Neither of then say a word until they reach the elevator.

Inspired by: Butterflies // Kacey Musgraves

Y/N - Your name

S/N - Sisters name

B/I/L - Brother-in-Law

B/N - Brothers Name

B/F/N - Best Friends Name

Y/N turns her shower on and really looks at herself in the mirror for the first time in hours, “You just got laid, bitch.” By Henry Cavill no less, but what does that even mean? Was he actually that into her? He seems to be but he is an actor. He asked her to lunch, though. And technically, for another date. Did last night actually happen? The hot water feels renewing, refreshing. Should she tell B/F/N? Hell, she wouldn’t even have told her S/N if she hadn’t walk in on them. She can only imagine what was going through her sisters head. Who wouldn’t go nuts if they saw a practically nude man like that? Stepping out, she grabs her phone and decides to text B/F/N.

Y/N: I have something to tell you.

B/F/N: Please do not scare me.

Y/N: It’s nothing bad. I slept with someone last night!

B/F/N: OMG WHO

Y/N: That’s the part I’m having trouble with

B/F/N: What

B/F/N: Jesus Christ, you didn’t sleep with [Your Ex] did you??

Y/N: Bitch. No.

B/F/N: Why are you being so weird then?

Y/N: Because he’s kinda like famous.

B/F/N: Excuse me??

Y/N: You CAN NOT tell anyone ok?

B/F/N: Lmao did you sleep with a superhero or something? What’s with the secret??

Y/N: Funny you should say that 🙃

B/F/N: Ummmm what

Y/N: I may or may not have slept with the guy who plays superman.

B/F/N: Stop it.

Y/N: I did.

B/F/N: Seriously?

Y/N: We’re going to lunch in a little bit.

B/F/N: I’m fucking dying right now.

Y/N: How do you think I feel!?

B/F/N: You gonna give up the deets?

Y/N: I will later. I need to get ready.

B/F/N: bitch 😒

Y/N: You love it 💕

B/F/N: You know waiting on this is gonna kill me

Y/N: I’ll get text you soon!

Henry has a large smile on his face when Y/N arrives, “Hello there,” they share a quick cheek kiss before sitting at a cozy table by the window. They make small talk and Henry takes a picture with a little girl who said that wonder woman was her favorite but he’s second. He was sweet and gentle, he asked for her name and if she’s excited for halloween. He told her to try not to eat too many sweeties, which is much cuter than saying, ‘candy’.

“You’re somethin’ else,” She’s sure her face is going to get stuff in a permanent smile.

His face slightly twists, “Why? What’d I do?”

“You’re kind. You were so sweet to her.” She can practically feel the tug on her ovaries.

The waiter arrives to take their order. He was visibly starstruck and tripped over his words, “It’s so cool that you’re on a date with Geralt!”

She amuses him. “I know. Although, I think I prefer the grey hair.” Once they all have a laugh, the waiter trots off to the kitchen.

“Are you a nerd, Y/N?”

She attempts to be serious, “I’ll show you my Fifth Element miniatures later. How was your little trip?”

He bites his lip, “So, I got some news while back at the hotel,”

“Oh yeah? Anything scandalous?”

He nervously laughs, “I wish. I, uh, have to go back home for a week to do press.”

“Are you excited to go home for a bit?”

“Yes, and No,” he pushes a fork around and focuses on it, “I love going home, and I like working.”

She senses that there’s something else, “But?”

Henry continues, “But I’ve met a girl in a bar and I wasn’t finished getting to know her,” he wonders how many times he can make her blush, he’s sure it’s never enough.

“Wanna make a deal, Cavill?”

He perks up his eyebrow, “What you offering, Y/L/N?”

“How about, you let me know when you get back and I let you know where to find me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, “Deal.”

The waiter brings their sandwiches and they enjoy their meal while poking each others legs under the table like children. In this moment, he completely forgets who he is. Right now, he’s just Henry. He’s Henry who likes to eat sandwiches with cute woman and talk about his dog and the show he’s been trying to watch for months. He feels good.

Y/N almost chokes on her food laughing at story concerning an unfortunate tongue biting accident that occurred during his first kiss, “What did you do?”

“I jumped and kind of yelled in pain, and I think she cried. She never looked at me again.”

“I’m happy to report my first kiss was not as tragic,” he asks her to go on and she grins, “I was about 14 and there was a boy who would visit his grandma a few times during the summer. I had known him forever, his grandma lived across the street so we’d play together. One day, we were playing spotlight with a bunch of the neighborhood kids and he just kissed me. Kissed me right there beside Mr. Hoffmans car.”

“That’s very cute,” he could get a stomach ache with how sweet she was.

“It was,” She takes a sip of her water, “I have no idea what happened to him, either.”

Henry watches her, a habit he doesn’t plan on breaking, “You wanna go for a walk?”

“If you buy be coffee first,” Y/N and her addiction to warm drinks is what makes this her favorite time of year.

“You got it.” After some deliberation, Henry finally convinces Y/N that he’s paying for her food, and coffee, too.

They begin their stroll around the chilly city, stealing small looks at one another, “So, When do you leave?”

He sighs, “Tomorrow evening,”

“That sounds like an awful time for a flight,” Y/N’s head gravitates towards his shoulder.

“I’m a little used to it now. Leave late on the east coast, arrive in the morning in the UK,”

“Don’t you get tired?” She asks him so genuinely, with so much concern.

“I’m always tired,” Henry gives her a soft chuckle.

Y/N searches his face, “You seem to sleep pretty good to me,”

“There’s an exception, Darling,” Henry can’t help but feel a little bashful.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you, it was nice and your blankets are so soft.”

She giggles and leans into him again for a short side hug, “You’re a cliche that I have no problem with,”

“I am not,” He flicks her nose.

“Wha—!” She flicks his in return, “How very dare you?”

He kisses the tip of her nose and apologizes, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“You’re lucky you got me coffee,” She pants jokingly after taking a large sip.

“You’re quite the caffeine addict. Late night tea, 16 ounce coffees,”

“What can I say? I’m a starving artist, it was either cigarettes or giant cups of piping hot coffee, I chose the coffee,” she pulls on the collar of his shirt and he’s tempted to kiss her again, but if he kisses her now, he doesn’t know if he can find the will to stop. There’s just something about her.

They decide to circle back around and Y/N pulls out her phone to get a ride, “I’ll take you home, why didn’t you drive today?”

She looks slightly embarrassed, “Oh, my tail light went out the other night and the garage won’t take it until Friday. They ticket you for everything up here, so I didn’t wanna risk it.”

Henry escorts her to the car, politely opening and closing her door. Just a few minutes into the drive Y/N’s phone goes off, “Oh god, it’s my mom.”

He turns the radio down and whispers, “I won’t make peep.”

She answers the phone as if she’s alone and not with a world famous actor, “Hey, mama,”

“Is there something you need to tell me?” There’s no way her sister would have told her anything, even if she threatened to do so. Y/N is taking too long and her mother repeats herself.

“No? What do you mean?” She notices Henry look at her and then look back at the road.

Her mother sighs “The boy who cuts our grass showed me a picture of you with a certain someone.”

“A picture?” If they weren’t already at a stop light, Henry thinks he might have slammed on the breaks.

“Y/N, theres a bunch! He’s kissing your nose and rubbing your leg while you eat a sandwich. Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone? And HIM?”

“I’m not,” she collapses onto her couch, “I just met him.”

“Are you lying?” Mothers always know.

The light turns green but he’s still looking at her, as if he’s trying to hear the conversation, “No, mother,” She mouths to him, ‘it’s green,”

But accidentally lets out a, “Oh, sorry, Darling.”

Her mother gasps in disbelief, “You slept with him!”

Her eyes practically fly out of her skull, “What! How—no I did not!”

“He called you ‘Darling’. That’s some sweet talk, I don’t think this is a good idea. You always say you like your privacy.” Her mother always knew what her girls were really up to. Mothers always know.

“I know, ma, but you’re reading way too much into this,” She exhales, “can we talk about this later?”

And just like all mothers, she refuses to let up,“No, how did you even meet him?”

“We were at Benny’s and he was there.”

“Out of all the bars,” She just knows her mom is rolling her eyes.

“He’s kind, fun to talk to.” Henry actually blushes and can’t contain his smile.

“I googled him.” Oh, of course, “He’s 10 years older than you.”

“You’re older than dad.” He tenses, he’s a little familiar with this, and he understands, but Y/N was very grown and very independent. He liked her for her, not her age. Ok, so her being attractive was a plus, but he had no intention of ‘playing’ her.

“I’m one year older than your father, thank you.”

“I’m very aware of my age,” She hated this. It didn’t matter how old Y/N was, she was the baby, the little one, the one protected one in her family.

“Honey, I’m serious.” Mothers.

She knows her mother means well, but can’t a girl live? “Why are y’all so worked up over this? I—,”

“Who’s y’all?”, Y/N spilled the beans, “You said you just met.”

“S/N met him that night I did,” and saw him practically naked the next morning, “and B/I/L...and John.”

“Well, now the whole world knows you’re sleeping with him.”

“I’m not sleeping with him,” He snaps her a look and she gives on in return as a warning to him, he better not make a sound.

“Are you being safe?”

“Oh my god! Yes, I’m being safe!” Henry has to stifle his laughter by covering his mouth.

“Ah-Ha, you are sleeping with him,” Great.

Y/N throws her head back on the headrest, “Jesus, ya’ll are being really intrusive. You know that, right?”

“I’m your mother. It’s my job to worry about you.”

“And I’m fine, Mama.” He finds it endearing that they call her ‘Mama’. It’s sweet and brings out her accent. “Can I call you later?”

She stalls, “I guess, but I’m not done talking about this. It’s not every day your daughter get’s involved with a warlock,”

“It’s a Witcher, Ma, not a warlock.” Henry can’t keep his laugh in this time, causing Y/N to slap his arm.

He clears his throat, “Sorry,”

She can feel her mothers glare through the phone, “I’ll talk to you later, ok? I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye,” She turn towards him, “Well, we’ve been had.”

“I’m so sorry.” He looks all too apologetic, “I wasn’t thinking about it. I’m sorry.”

While she is nervous, she knows it’s not his fault, “Don’t be sorry. I still had a good date with you, Her phone buzzes for was seems like a dozen times in a row, “Oh,”

Henry’s mood has completely shifted. He already felt as if his feelings for her were escalating too quickly, and now this? It had only been a couple of days, “Don’t look at them.”

She scrunches her nose, “Huh?”

She clicks her tongue a few times in hopes that he breaks the silence first, he doesn’t and she finally speaks up, “What did you mean don’t look at them?”

He waits until the doors open to her floor, “Don’t look at those things they tag you in. Some people are cruel for no reason.”

Henry can tell she’s nervous and getting a bit worked up. She’s struggling with the keys and can’t get the door unlocked. She gets so frustrated that she lets out an all too loud, “Fuck!” Her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Timmons, opens her door to see what causes the ruckus, “Sorry, Mrs. Timmons.” The woman disappears back into her apartment with a huff.

Y/N tries to open the door again and flings it open, closing it and leaning against it after it’s closed, “I’m so sorry for today.” He truly looks sorrowful and guilty.

“It’s not your fault,” She takes her coat off, then her shoes, and plops down on the couch, “I’m just—overwhelmed, I think.”

“You don’t deserve to be spied on like that,” He sits beside her and rests his elbows on his knees, “have you picture taken without you knowing.”

She scoffs, “You don’t either. Just ‘cause you're in movies doesn’t mean you should have to get you privacy violated.” She takes the hair tie from her wrist and begins to braid her hair, “I can’t believe I told my mom I slept with you.”

He laughs, “Am I really that bad?”

She falls to the side, groaning as she face plants the cushion, “No, I just don’t talk about those things with her. I mean, not really.”

“I can barely hear you,” He pokes her head and she sits back up.

“Do you tell your mom who you mess around with?”

“I can’t say that I do,”

“I need to turn off the notifications. That noise is going to drive me crazy.”

“You don’t have to but maybe making stuff private would help,”

“It’s all private already, these are like, people I don’t even really talk to or I haven’t talked to for years. Stupid Facebook.” She tosses her phone onto a chair and looks at Henry, who still has a solemn gaze, “I’m pretty good at covering my tracks, you know? I don’t use twitter, my instagram is private. Whatever this is, all of that stuff isn’t gonna get in the way.”

He shrugs, “I understand if you don’t want to deal with it,”

“It’s not exactly normal, is it?”

“No,” His tone has changed. It’s no longer chipper, just melancholy.

“Do you still want to see each other when you come back?”

“If you let me,”

She kisses his cheek quickly, “I wouldn’t have asked,”

“I do like you. Last night was just a huge bonus,” He hisses, “That sounded kind of gross,”

“I know what you meant,” She gives him a light and comforting smile.

“I have to ask; Are you pissed?”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, “Just unprepared, I guess.”

“Yeah, you can’t really prepare yourself for your mum to ask who you’re sleeping with,”

“I’m sorry my family is,” she pauses, “dramatic.”

“They’re not,” He admires a strong family bonds, he strives to create one of his own one of these days.

“Henry, it sounds like my sister wants to punch you and my mom freaked out, too.”

“Any chance I can get in good with your dad?” She gives him a blank stare, “I’m only joking.”

“B/F/N is gonna shit a brick.”

“And B/F/N is?”

“She’s my best friend. She’s practically our sister,” she remembers their text conversation, “oh, god, my mom probably called her.”

He chuckles, “You’ve got quite the circle.”

“I know, I’m sorry. They’re just protective and, yeah.” She’s tried not to show her embarrassment but it’s written in her body language.

“It’s not a big deal, I understand. It’s a tricky situation,” Tricky, indeed, but if anything this just made Henry want to further prove himself.

Y/N’s phone begins to ring and she excuses herself, “Sorry, I have to answer this one.”

Henry simply nods, interlacing his fingers and relaxing into the couch. He watches her walk around a small room, her hands up in the air and at times, writing things down. He leans to the side to get a better look. He doesn’t mean to be nosy but something catches his eye, its a painting. He can only see part of it but he already loves it. Some colors blend and others are blocked together, there’s lines and shapes. If she lets him, he’d love to explore more.

She reappears and gets back to her spot on the couch, “That looks like a fun room,”

“It’s where I paint,” She fiddles with her pant leg, “I have a show coming up,”

“Oh, yeah? Where?” She’s taken aback by his enthusiasm.

“It’s called Desmond’s,” She grins so widely that Henry notices a small dimple beside her mouth, “it's my second show there.”

“That’s amazing,”

“Thank you,” The shyness that overcomes her when she talks about her work, it’s akin to enchantment.

“Will you show me your work one of these days?” Henry looks as if he’s glowing at the possible opportunity.

“Hmm,” She taps her chin, faking thought, ”maybe.”

“I’ll take a maybe.” He’s more than glad for the maybe.

“I don’t think any of these are yours,” He waves his finger around happily.

“Hmm,” He’s correct, these are gifts or purchased from other artists, “I wanna see if you can spot them.”

He points toward her studio, “And I can’t look in there?”

Y/N shakes her head, “No, that doesn’t count.”

“I just want to see what you got in there. I know where I can spot one.”

She wants to call his bluff, “You do, do you?”

“At the bar,” He states it so matter of factly, “there’s a really cool mural on the back wall where the tables are.”

He figured it out too quick, “How did you know that was me?”

“It looks like you,” He shrugs, as if that’s not a completely sweet thing to say.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it has the best colors. Your colors.” Wow.

“Stop that.” He looks away and looks back to her, confused as to what he did, “You cannot be so cute when you’re so, I don’t know, that.” She wiggles her fingers at him and he get’s all too playful again.

Henry knows he’s good looking but it’s funny how she doesn’t even attempt to hide how it affects her, “And what’s that?” He refuses to break eye contact. If she likes how he looks, then he’s gonna make her look at him. She looks away and he catches her cheek in his hand, slowly turning it back to him, “Hmm?”

This is another one of his unfair games. She knows what he’s doing, and he knows she knows. His thumb traces her mouth and she bits the tip of it, but he doesn’t flinch. His hand travels down to her throat, feeling her breathe, “You know what you are.” He smiles in a way that could make her collapse if she wasn’t already on the couch. “Charming,” He leans forward and pulls her closer by her throat. An act so suggestive, yet gentle, “Handsome,” He signals her to come closer by pulling again, this time she’s brushing her lips against his chin, “Magnetic.”

He holds her there, so close but not close enough. His eyes look down into hers, only inches away but enough to make her feel small, but safe. She feels slightly dominated by it, and she likes it. “Such a pretty girl,” he can feel her swallow, letting him know her mouth has ben watering for him, “my girl”. He kisses her forehead and lets her go but stands up, “I’ll let you know when my flight gets in, Sweetheart.” He walks to the door with a smirk, knowing what he’s just done.

Y/N’s mouth is left agape, even after the door closes behind him, “Motherfucker.”

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bonesofapoet · 4 years

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Blood of the Holy

[matt murdock x you]

author’s note: hey hi hello, if some of you recognize this format + writing style but not the blog, i used to share my work on my main @ladyofstardvst and caved on making a writing blog. yall dont need to sift through my non-writing shit just to find my work. i’ve never written for this nerd before but here we are with a study of a sort! be kind! i take requests now! tw for blood, implied violence, swearing

word count: 1894

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Most people couldn’t stand the neon in the dark.

It was garishly bright, it was harsh, it was annoying at best. The sign would blink and linger behind your eyelids, stain the shadows in the dark like sunspots, make an impression that washed out the relaxing calm, the blanket of the night.

It keeps most people awake, Matt Murdock explained on that very first night. It doesn’t bother me, obviously. Take the bed. It’s not as noticeable in the bedroom.

But it didn’t bother you either. The contrast caught your eye on the second night; the colors would paint the monochromatic neutral tones of the apartment, how they would mix and melt into the chipped brick walls, the trim, the beams of the ceiling. How if you were in the right place – the right cushion on the couch, far enough back into the kitchen – it looked like a painting come alive right before your eyes. Something that would go on to live in a local indie gallery, something inspired by vaporwave, or whatever they were calling neon nostalgia these days.

Still. Silent. Chiaroscuro. Art in the wild.

It was like clockwork, the blinking. The colors coming and going at the first peek of evening shadow, only to blink right off at the first knock of the sun’s rays on the horizon.

After the third, fourth, tenth, twentieth nights it had become a comfort of sorts, namely for the days Matt Murdock wasn’t there to press you into the wall and kiss you senseless, or weave each other stories under the moonlight with a nest of blankets and concrete beneath you. When he wasn’t there to ghost his fingertips over your skin as you drifted off to sleep, so painfully content that you always wondered if this beautiful man with a devastating secret would be the end of you.

You never knew, but he often asked himself the same thing.

Then there were days that damned neon was the only constant about Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil.

Moments of lovesick peace would only last so long.

Your skin would crawl on the nights sleep wouldn’t come. Mug of tea, coffee, something stronger cradled in your hands while your mind wandered, your feet wandered, your eyes drifted around this space of his, this little hideaway of yours. You would always hear him before you saw him, adrenaline spiked and oh so weary. Some nights he was covered in so much blood you didn’t know where it ended and his own crimson suit began.

“You’re still awake,” he would say, scowl tugging his mouth down, always sounding surprised. As if it was unusual, for you to be restless on the nights he donned devil horns to go hunting.

And you’re still alive, would be your reply.

He would stay close until dawn. You would gravitate toward him just the same, moths to flame, flowers to the sun. Conversations were hazy and hushed in the early morning-late night blur. They walked that fine fragile line between this is not okay, Matt, and you know you can’t shove me away as easily as everyone else, you stubborn ass.

Unspoken vs spoken. Horror vs love.

Clockwork, nonetheless.

Until one day, the clock shattered.

Matt Murdock doesn’t come home.

Then it’s days. Weeks slipped into months. Months slipped into a blend of minutes, moments, denial casually catching hold within as you found yourself still in his apartment – your little hideaway - watching the steady blink blink blink of the neon sign through the dirty, frosted window panes of the kitchen. Then the living room, then the kitchen counter. Cold tea, day old bitter coffee, something stronger untouched and unloved in the mug that hung loosely in your hands.

Those feelings of heartache and unease and an angry I fucking told you so lingered at the back of your mind, the tip of your tongue. The last time you saw him had been reenacted so many times, it began to feel like a dream. A nightmare. The flesh made into ghosts. Phantom lips brushed yours in such a gentle, such an urgent way that your pulse began to spike at the memory. The loss. The longing.

You thought about how you had gotten here, of all places, here – this apartment, this man’s life, both of you entwined with secrets and lies that could end both of you forever-

Everything was safer in the dark. What Matt Murdock hadn’t known – well. That wasn’t how he had met his end, after all.

It was almost too much to think about, on some occasions.

Until one day, when the clock began to tick once more.

You heard him before you saw him, the familiar cadence of his footsteps descended from above. The quiet slide of the roof access door snicked open and closed in the unholy hours of the night, the unholy hours of the morning.

The silence was new, however, and your eyes drifted up to see a shadow at the top of the staircase, frozen and tense and so very familiar.

“You’re still awake,” he said, and the tears were suddenly there; the ones that could never come, the ones that never seemed to leave. They were present, and the noise that left your throat wasn’t coherent, wasn’t normal, but a strangled laugh escaped your lips anyway.

“You’re still alive,” you replied. If not for the routine, your answer wouldn’t have been so intelligible. “You’re alive.” came the raspy whisper.

His silhouette nodded, began to limp down the stairs into the apartment proper. Began to finish his long journey back to you, back to everything, really. The mug in your hands was no more – placed safely, if not hastily – on the table, and you met him halfway.

“Yeah,” he said, voice quiet and so very hesitant as he clawed off the scarf covering his eyes. “I’m alive.”

There’s the hint of a smile that catches in the neon blink, one that you dreamt of sometimes, on the long nights. Shared breaths, lovesick grins, stray tears being gently brushed away followed in a fog, in a rush, in slow motion that threatened to dismantle so many things about his time away.

And then -

“Where the fuck have you been?”

He’s holding your waist, fingertips splayed, grip firm if only to convince himself that finally – finally, he’s here, you’re here, you're together. Your own hands slid to his shoulders, but you stepped back to keep him a few inches away.

Your gaze was hot and strong and analytical – Matt could feel your eyes as they saw bruised skin, torn clothes, battered, bloody knuckles. He’s been in worse shape, both you and he knew that, but he also knew he was no drawing, no painting, nothing close to a work of art worthy of a museum either. There were bloody, violent masterpieces under guard at the Louvre more worthy than he.

Had he asked you, you would have disagreed.

He can’t see the sorrow drowning the color of your eyes or the way softness carved a home on your expression, carefully melting away the tension, the anger, the fear. He can’t see you, but he does and even after all this time he still knew how to read the air around your mood shifts and the lilt of your voice. Still knew that after all he’s put you through – he felt a weight lift off his shoulders, Atlas freed at last.

He may have lost touch with many things, many people, but not once had he ever lost you.

“I’m sorry,” he began, emotion becoming thicker in his voice with every breath, every word that tumbled past his lips. It had always unsettled him, how you could unearth what he tried to hide, tried to bury.

Moths to flame, flowers to the sun.

He condensed the happenings since the building collapse after his stint with the Defenders, his words spilling out quick and quiet, rushed and worried.

But if he hadn’t finished what he started, what was he doing here? What was he doing with you? Why now?

“Let me – let me get this straight. Were you going to let us think you died, until – when? You got your shit together? Killed Fisk?” his fingers tightened where they held you, unseeing eyes wandered anywhere and everywhere except right in front of him, right on you. You knew that look. Your voice softened. “Or were you just going to disappear? Like this meant nothing – like this means nothing? And as grateful as I am that you are – why are you here, Matt?”

He shook his head, ignored the cracks that broke open his heart like dropped glass. Your name spilled from his lips like a holy hymn that golden haloed angels could never hope to sing. No one could recreate the most divine sound in all of creation. Matt Murdock would always swear you were a goddess incarnate, no matter how sinfully blasphemous it was. “You mean everything.” he pulled you into him, moved so his face was close to yours.

“It’s not that simple,” he said after, and you deflated in an instant. The amount of times a variation of this conversation had been voiced between you – you would never know. It was like a renegade wildfire: possible to lessen, impossible to tame.

It was as quick as the changing of the seasons, how he took on the urgency you’ve only witnessed a handful of times - when he allowed you in the presence of Daredevil himself. You remembered what he asked of you lifetimes ago, between hushed words and bloody gauze, hands slick with red and a needle poised between your fingertips. How if danger ever came to your door, you would listen and you would trust, and you would let him do whatever it took to keep you safe.

To keep you both safe, you tried to correct. He would nod, and you would ignore that he never agreed to such a thing.

“We need to go,” was all he said, but you knew. You remembered.

The strongest jolt of fear slammed into you, bleeding a black and white, us and them mentality. It threatened to smother the blinking neon, the bright washes of blue and white felt muted, felt so very distant when you realized that someone was coming here, someone figured it out, figured it all out.

Oh.

That wasn’t the answer you hoped for.

Us vs them.

“So it’s finally happening.”

Matt’s hands fell away from you, one slid to twine your hands together and squeezed. He was solid, he was grounding. You looked into his eyes. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” he took his free hand, lifted it to brush your cheek with tattered knuckles, bruises blossomed like night blooming flowers. He left a trail of soft burning flames when he traced a path down to your jaw where he stopped and cupped your face ever so gently. “That’s the one promise I knew I’d never break.”

Fear melted away when you closed the distance to kiss him, felt that heavy soul twine with yours; all was suddenly right with the world for the first time in a long time, even if the anguish of this city was about to come crashing down on your shoulders all over again. It tore at your heart, this kiss, because it was so very reminiscent of the first time he ever kissed you. Bright eyes, flushed faces, the thrill of something new ignited all around you. The future painted with vivid neon instead of muted pastels. It felt bittersweet, and you knew down in the marrow of your bones that this could very well be the last thing you would ever share with Matt Murdock, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Daredevil.

“I know,” you whispered against his lips. “I trust you.”

Once those words were in the open, there was no going back.

Your secret could wait.

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tbtssstuff · 4 years

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When they see you in glasses for the first time

Hi guys Cinnamon Admin here so excited to have finally finished my first request! So so sorry that this took so long to write I have just been so uninspired to do anything for a long time but I finally am back and ready to be consistent in writing again! Thank you so much to @boringusername22 for requesting this one, it was a lot of fun to write especially because I wear glasses myself 😁 I hope you enjoy it!

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Jin

He last minute showed up at your apartment and called you to come down stairs and take a walk with him

Excited to see your boyfriend, you slipped on your shoes and went down stairs to meet him.

Once you got down his jaw dropped

You looked so cute, your outfit consisted of your slip on vans, pajama shorts, one of the hoodies he gave you (which was way too big on you and you had sweater paws), a messy bun, and then something that surprised him were the glasses you were wearing

You asked him what was wrong, and he smiled shyly said “Nothing is wrong, it’s just I’ve never seen you wear glasses before.”

You reached up touching your glasses and blushed, totally forgetting you were wearing them and said “Oh yeah, I- I was just excited when you told me you were here so I just kind of rushed out and forgot to put my contacts in.”

He walked over to you and grabbed your hand and started walking and said, “Well I think you should wear them more often because you look adorable!”

Namjoon

You just picked up your new glasses and decided while you were out you were going to pick up some coffee to bring to the studio for Joon because he’s been there since 5 in the morning and you figured the caffeine would be appreciated

When you got up to the right floor, you rang the bell and waited patiently knowing he was working on a track as you could hear the music playing through the door

You knew he was coming when the music paused and you heard him sigh

“Jungkook-ah I asked you not to disturb me anymore right now because I’m trying to finish this so-… Oh hey (Y/N)” He said shocked because he was not expecting to see you

You giggled at his confusion and walked past him into his studio to set down the coffee “Hi Joon, I was out and about so I wanted to treat you to some coffee to take a break because you’ve been working so hard lately.”

He smiled and walked over to give you a kiss and paused because he just noticed your glasses

“Babe, you have glasses?” He asked because he swears he has never seen you wearing them before.

You smiled and said “Yeah I’ve never needed them before, but recently my vision has been kind of blurry, so when I went for my exam they told me that I am near sighted. I didn’t tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise, what do you think?”

He pretended to inspect your glasses, “I think they make you look even more beautiful than you already are.” He said giving you a sweet peck on the lips.

Yoongi

You invited Yoongi over to hang out with you at your apartment today

At one point you decided you were going to try to cook something and like the clumsy one you are, you spilled sauce on you and it got into your hair so you needed to take a shower, leaving Yoongi sitting on your bed waiting for you

Initially his plan was to take a nap because he is a sleepy boi

When he laid down though, he spotted a case on your nightstand and got curious so he grabbed it and looked inside and there were glasses

He was confused because he has never seen you wear glasses before

When you came out of the shower you were still towel drying your hair when you saw him holding your glasses and you suddenly gasped running over to grab them from him and hid them behind your back

Yoongi was startled by your sudden outburst and asked you what was wrong

Embarrassed at how badly you freaked out you sat on the bed with your head down and said, “I didn’t want you to know that I wear these, I usually wear contacts because I look like a nerd when I wear my glasses.”

He scoffed and you and asked “(Y/N) do you think I’d love you any less because you wear glasses?”

You nodded your head no

“Then there is no reason to hide it right?” His cheeks started to get a little warm as he added, “And besides I think glasses are kind of hot…”

You giggled “Do you want me to try them on?” you asked nervously.

“Yeah let me see.” He said

When you put them on he just smiled at you and leaned in to give you a kiss, “I knew you would still look cute even with glasses, but I didn’t think they would make you look this cute.”

Hobi

One day he would ask you to help him write lyrics because he needed the inspiration

When you sat down to get started he didn’t expect you to pull out a pair of glasses

“Hey (Y/N) since when have you worn glasses?”, he asked pointing at the case.

“Oh theses things, I’ve needed them all my life, but I’m farsighted, so I only need them when I’m reading and writing.” you explained to him

He said “Oh no wonder I’ve never seen you with them before” laughing a little bit

“Go ahead and put them on I wanna see how they look.” He said a little too excited to see you in glasses

“You chuckled at him and said “Okay, okay I just need to clean them.”

After they were clean enough to your standards you put them on and looked at him and his expression caught you off guard

He had the biggest grin on his face almost making you laugh “What are you smiling so much for huh?” you asked amused at your boyfriend’s inability to hide his emotions

“I just think I have the most attractive girlfriend ever with or without glasses is all.” He said still staring at you.

“Oh stop it babe, let’s get to work on these lyrics.” You said with a slight blush on your face.

Jimin

Jimin wanted to meet up at a cafe for lunch today

As you were getting ready this morning you decided to wear your glasses instead of your contacts because your eyes were feeling kind of dry so you figured you would give them a break for once

When you got to the cafe he was already there, donning his mask and hat so people wouldn’t recognize him, but your did because you’d recognize your boyfriend anywhere

When you sat at the booth he looked up to acknowledge you and did a double take when he saw your glasses

“Woah babe I love your glasses! I didn’t know you needed them.” He said taking in how cute you looked.

“Oh yeah I usually just wear contacts because glasses are such a hassle sometimes, but today my eyes were feeling dry.” you said picking up your menu

“Well I would love to see you wear them more because they look so good on you.” He said sweetly

Taehyung

You decided to stay the night at the dorm to hang out with Tae and the boys, and after you showered you put on your glasses and came out into the main room to cuddle by Tae on the couch

At first he wouldn’t notice because he was scrolling through Tik Tok giggling at whatever he was watching

After watching a few more videos he turned to you to show you one that he found while you were in the shower and he noticed your glasses

“Hey (Y/N) am I crazy or are you wearing glasses?” He asked jokingly

“Yeah I only wear them at night because I wear contacts most of the day.” You said giggling at the video he showed you

“Baby you should wear your glasses more often because you look so cute!” He said as an idea popped in his mind.

Tae decided he wanted to take a selfie with you because you looked too cute to not

He went and grabbed his glasses and started taking a barrage of selfies of you both excited to twin with you.

Jungkook

Kookie is a silly boy and that’s one of the reasons you loved him

So one day you decided to wear your glasses with the outfit you were wearing to your library date with him

At first when you walked up to sit with him he didn’t recognize you and said “Sorry miss this seat is for my girlfriend.”

Rolling your eyes you lifted up your glasses and his eyes went wide.

“Sorry babe I totally didn’t recognize you! I didn’t know you wear glasses.” He said shocked that he didn’t recognize his own girlfriend.

“Wow I didn’t think I had the Clark Kent effect” You said laughing at how genuinely confused he was because he didn’t recognize you because of the glasses.

“Yeah I guess you can say I’m not the smartest Kookie in the jar” He says raising his eyebrows for the pun

You giggle “Yeah that’s true, but you’re the sweetest Kookie so i think I’ll hold onto you” you say winking at him.

He chuckles and pulls your seat out for you so you can start studying, just admiring how cute you look with glasses.

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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Hey this is for your matchups which again yayyy congrats on nearly 200!! Anyways for my matchup:

1-3) My nickname is Em, she/her and idm who you pair me with

4) I'd describe myself as shy at first then once you get to know me I'll open up, an overthinker and I like to be organized

My hobbies are writing, I really love it alot, I also like to draw if I get time and I love music alot too

In a partner I'd look for someone who makes me laugh and who's patient

For dealbreakers it's pretty general but I couldn't be with someone who doesn't consider other ppl's feelings

5) I don't have an aesthetic but I like pastel aesthetics but then I also like dark aesthetics and light academia so it's a mix I guess

6) Colours to describe me would be teal blue and silver, well according to you anyways

7) Right now I'd say my favourite song is Tru Luv Street by Awfultune or Fight Night Champion by Cyberbully Mom Club

8) Idk about a specific genre but some artists I like rn are: Awfultune, Carpetgarden, Cavetown, Clem Turner, Cyberbully Mom Club, Girl in Red, Joji, Lorde, Matt Maltese and Twenty One Pilots (sorry that's alot)

9) Ooh and I wanted to include that my favourite book is Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Thank you in advance and also ily, you deserve all the love and more!! <3

EM MY BELOVED I HAVE DONE IT

@sugasfanfics this was so fun wtf like-- ugh i love this

ANYWAY i know i already kinda spilled the beans but im gonna match you with....

✧𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑗𝑖✧

AGASHIII

and no it's not just because you're already in love w him i have good reasoning behind this because i said so anyWAY

✧𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑒𝑡✧

how you met, for in case you cant see my fancy text

Cafe

C a f e

But like

A cafe specifically for nerds

This is just my like 2nd dream job okay but like hear me out

They have coffee & tea & a bookshelf full of old books and a chalkboard

You can write all over the chalkboard

You write super tiny and just let a little mini vent out in the corner because you’re stressed out and need to get everything off your chest

BUT you come back the next day and there’s a little note in the same little corner

Your message is gone

But instead is a little note from someone

“If you ever need to talk to someone, let me know”

And an Instagram username

So you give it a shot and you’re like why not talk to this random person Y’know maybe make a new friend if anything just thank them for the offer

You message him and start talking (and low key stalk his page just to see what he’s like, or maybe that’s just me being a snoop) and he’s actually really cool! So you guys meet up and get coffee and actually start talking all the time it’s really sweet

✧𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠✧

general headcanons

When i think of akaashi, I think of stars

When i think of you, i think of picnics and for some reason, water

Like the ocean

SO EVEN IF ITS NOT THE OCEAN

Your ‘spot’ is by this lake where he took you on a date one time

Maybe for an anniversary or something

But you guys did a little picnic dinner thing and were out when the sun went down so sat and stared at the stars

You buried a rock there and both of you like to stand on that spot where the rock is when youre there with the other

Or send the other a picture like “hiii baby look what i found” w your shoe in the picture

Bokuto is your #1 shipper high key

Like he thinks you two are so cute

He loves you so much too like

He and akaashi are kinda a package deal so like if ur dating akaashi ur dating bokuto just with less kissing (bokuto likes to kiss your cheek or forehead) (after making sure this was ok with akaashi of course) (ur his girlfriend of course)

But anyway just bokuto

He’s so sweet

And so clueless

You two will be walking together and then he’ll just walk up behind you and sling his arms over your shoulders

If youre holding hands w akaashi? He’ll put his hand over both of yours

God now i wanna write a fic but anyway

Bo is just the sweetest and is akaashi’s #1 hype man when he’s worried about a date

He’s ur #2 bc im ur #1 sorry to tell u

Bo totally tried to coin the platonic soulmates thing i love you kou but gtfo my em

Im arguing with fictional characters

ANYWAY

When akaashi is stressed he likes to wrap his arms around you and lay his head against your neck

He’ll never admit it out loud because he thinks its weird but he thinks you smell nice

When he’s starting to overthink too much + spiral he just will grab you and hug you until all the bad thoughts go away

When he thinks to of course

When he doesn’t, there are times you gotta find him and calm him down

Which he loves so much

Sit him down on the floor so he feels more grounded and hold his hand (or hook pinkies that's so cute i jhbflebf) (not the time spencer gtfo)

That way ur not crowding him but you’re still there y'know

And sometimes he’ll talk, sometimes you need to talk him down, sometimes you just sit in silence

Eventually he will lean forward into you and hug you because he doesn't want to talk, but he wants you to know he’s okay

Rub his back, kiss his head, you’ll both be okay

He’s really good with you too

When you’re stressed out he might push a couple buttons but he means well

He just wants to know who made his star upset (he calls you his star or darling convince me otherwise)

So he pushes buttons until you finally talk about it because obviously it’s bothering you why wouldn't you talk about it?? He just wants to fix it??

Sometimes this gets more irritating, sometimes it helps, it depends on the day

But even if you do get into an argument, expect to hear from him before the end of the night apologizing because he feels so bad for arguing with you that he doesn’t even care what the argument was about he just wants to make sure you still love him

I think im getting off topic but tbh this part is always just me rambling lol

Another thing I think of when I think of akaashi is rain. I don't know why but i do

You have to at least know OF the notebook & the rain scene to get this

I don't know the book lol i just know this much and i'm a dork so we’re using it & some quotes just a heads up

But just imagine its pouring and you’re bored and text him like “i wish i could see you but its raining & we didn't really make plans & i don't want you to get caught in the rain anywhere”

This mfer

RUNS ALL THE WAY TO UR HOUSE

JUST SHOWS UP

OUT OF NO WHERE

And being the freakin

book nerd he is

He texts you and goes “I wrote you 365 letters.”

And then just “(come to the door and I’ll finish the quote)”

So you bolt to the front door

And there he is

Soaking wet & smiling like an idiot

“I wrote to you everyday for a year.”

To which you start laughing and barley are able to make out a “it wasn’t over’ (which is the beginning of the next quote) before kissing him

And this jerk pulls you out in the rain with him because WHAT is more romantic than kissing in the rain

Nothing

Anyway he ends up with a cold but you give him some of the clothes you probably stole from him to get into dry clothes and you cuddle under the covers with tea

After you smack him (playfully of course) because “you IDIOT keiji it's pouring out here!!” “I wanted to see you too so i ran over” “you're impossible”

Anyway yeah #emkaashiotp

✧𝐴 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎✧

a date idea

Bookstore

I'm really good at naming places aren't i

Anyway

Bookstore date

But do something fun where the two of you have to go through an aisle and find a random page and read it in the like

How do i explain this

Make it sound suuuuper sexual without it actually being that way and not laugh

Whoever loses buys lunch

Lets just say you lose a lot dear im sorry (he insists on buying anyway, sometimes he wins that argument)

You’re smiley :) (guys her smile is so cute ebflbejfb em ILY)

Oh also doesn’t matter if he bought lunch or not he always gets you something

Whether it be that book you decided you couldn't get this time or a little trinket that reminded him of you, or sometimes it’s just ice cream

It’s all very sweet (hahaha pun)

He always walks you home and gives you a little kiss when he drops you off

Doesn’t leave till you’re inside & he knows you’re good

You make him promise to text you when he gets home

Which he does, without fail

✧𝑍𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦✧

zodiac compatibility

Sagittariuses are very intelligent, fair-minded & honest, similar to a Libra’s cleverness & rationale. Because of this similarity, trust is a huge thing in these relationships. It can be all or nothing, but finding balance is important to keep both people happy. Luckily, Libras are very good at this. From everything I’ve seen, these signs together have a very high compatibility and can have a very long-withstanding and healthy relationship.

✧𝐴𝑒𝑠𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐✧

aesthetic

✧𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡✧

playlist

House of Gold - Twenty-One Pilots

Lvr Boy - awfultune

A Shitty Love Song - Jye

Darling Get Up - awfultune

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot

✧𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑝✧

runners up

Nishinoya Yuu, Sugawara Koushi

#//ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴜᴘꜱ

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If You Love Me, Let Me Go Part 7

Fandom: Sanders Sides

AU: High School

Pairing(s): LAMP

Summary: Virgil and his family are new to the neighborhood. He starts a new school where he learns to love himself, and maybe, love his new friends.

Warnings: Cursing

Thank you to @kuroyurishion for helping me with this chapter. Please enjoy the story.

Chapter Seven: Dress to Impress

Virgil’s POV

Sunday passed with me not leaving my room unless I had to eat. My parents were out that day with their new co-workers, so I was left alone in the house for the day. Then came Monday. I had woken up before my alarm this time. Groaning, I snuggled further into my comforter, wanting to catch a couple more minutes, but I remembered what Remy said on Saturday. He wanted me to wear a couple of my new clothes, so I got out of bed with a huff. I’ll use this time to prepare a new outfit after going through my normal routine.

I decided to wear my new Twenty One Pilots t-shirt and a new red and black flannel. I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows and put on a couple bracelets to hide my wrists. I wore my new dark blue ripped jeans and black Doc Martens. Moving over to my vanity, I put on my makeup and painted my nails a light blue, like the sky. Taking a deep breath, I looked in the mirror at my new outfit. It was different. I looked different, but in a good way.

I went downstairs and was surprised to see my dad sitting alone at the table, my mom nowhere to be seen. She did, however, leave French Toast and milk for breakfast. My dad raised an eyebrow at my new outfit.

“I see you're breaking out the new colors.” he joked, hinting at the red and blue as opposed to my purple and black. “Did you buy that?” I nodded in response and sat down to eat breakfast. I was almost afraid of what my mom would say about my new look. My dad seemed ok about it, but my mom was a whole different story. Thankfully, she wasn’t here, but that still seemed suspicious. Glancing over at him, he answered my silent question. “Your mother went to work early. Said something about making a good first impression.”

I hummed as I cleaned up breakfast and went to get my stuff before I raced out the door. As I walked to school, I took deep slow breaths. These were new clothes. New school, a new style of dress, I suppose. Oh god, what are my friends gonna say? What if I looked terrible and they’re all gonna give me a look of sympathy or whatever. I shook my head.

‘I’ve made it this far. Can’t go back and change now.’ I thought and finished my walk to school. ‘Wonder who I’m gonna see first?’ I thought as I waved at Talyn and Joan who was chatting with them. I walked over to my locker in eager anticipation. I caught the sight of a red jacket, and smirked. Guess I didn’t have to wait long.

*** Roman’s POV

Neither Patton nor Logan were here to greet me when I walked into school. Patton was talking to Mr. Sanders about presumably Virgil and his first week here, and Logan arrived at school early for his club. You know, doing his job as Junior Class President. That means, I get to see Virgil first this morning. I dragged a whining Remus down the hall.

“Roro, chill. You don’t even know if he’s here or not.” Remus whined. I rolled my eyes at my twin. You would think I was the older one.

“If he’s not, then we’ll just wait for him at his locker.” I retorted. Remus groaned goodheartedly.

“Why do you wanna see him so early anyway?” he asked.

“I just wanna ask him how his week was.” I answered with huff. Remus rolled his eyes. I was about to say something back to him when I suddenly stopped. Remus crashed into me a second later.

“What the fuck Ro! What gives?” he said with a scowl, but he looked at what I was looking at and his face morphed into a gleeful smile.

Virgil stood at his locker, taking his books out dutifully and checking his phone ever once in a while? Was a picture of his schedule on his phone? That didn’t matter at the moment because right now, Virgil had all of my attention. He looked appealing, with his dark colors that seemed to match. His makeup looked awesome too. I didn’t notice I was staring at him until I heard his locker door slam.

“Close your mouth Ro, or you’ll catch flies.” Virgil said with a slight smirk. “See something you like?”

Remus cackled but I ignored him as I scanned his outfit. My eyes were drawn to his red flannel and the black choker wrapped around his neck. I saw him waiting with some nervous anticipation. He wanted me to answer? If so, I'll answer honestly.

“You look stunning Hot Topic.” I complimented with a purr. I saw Virgil falter for a second and a light blush appeared on his cheeks. I smirked when I saw this.

“Aww you think I’m hot.” he said with a shy smile. Is that how he wanted to do this? Two can play at that game.

“I don’t think. I know.” I replied cheekily. “You look really good.” Virgil let out a small squeak.

“RIght back at you.” Virgil stammered. Oh, he’s so cute when he tries. I opened my mouth to say something back, but the warning bell rang. I cursed under my breath. It really has the worst timing.

Virgil sighed. “Well that was fun.” he said. “I’ll see you in class Ro.” He turned and walked away but paused and looked back. “I’ll text you later Re!” he called and walked off.

Remus waved him a goodbye. “Later shortie!” he called. I turned and looked at him dead in the eye. “Roro? You good? Did Vee break you?” Remus asked gleefully. We both stared at each other for a couple minutes.

“How the hell did you get his number?!” I exploded.

“Eeek!” Remus squealed and ran down the hallway with me close at his heels.

*** Virgil’s POV

I can’t fucking believe I flirted with Roman King. When I reached Math class and sat down at my seat, all confidence left me as I slammed my head down into my arms. Dee looked at me curiously with a concerned frown on his face.

“Nice to see you wearing your new clothes, but are you good over there shortstuff?” he asked. I grumbled a response. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I flirted with Roman King.” I whispered to him, my face red. Dee hid his laugh with a cough.

“I’m sorry, please repeat that.” he said. I glared at him, but explained what happened in the hallway. He grinned mischievously. “Who knew that shortstuff could flirt? Remy would be proud.” I groaned at the thought of telling Remy. Dee continued to tease me throughout class while I was trying to concentrate.

When the bell rang, I raced over to Science class. Logan was already sitting there, looking over his notes. I was curious to see what his reaction was, so I quietly sat down in my seat next to him.

“Good morning Logan.” I greeted quietly. He looked up at me to return the greeting, but suddenly stopped. I could hear the computer error noises as I laughed at him. Logan regained his composure first before greeting me.

“Good morning to you too, Virgil.” Logan began, placing his notecards down. “And I must say, you look very nice today.” I blushed at his words.

“You think so? I wanted to try something different. You know, a new school means a new outlook.” I replied weakly. Wow, that was a lame excuse for wanting to impress you, Roman, and Patton. But so far, I think it’s working?

Logan hummed. “Yes, well, a new, positive outlook can be beneficial to a person. It’ll benefit you most importantly as you are the new student here. Think of it as a way of getting comfortable in your own skin.” he replied. Damn it Logan, stop being a hot nerd for just one second please!

“Alright Lo, I’ll keep that in mind.” I replied.

“Of course. As the Junior Class President, and as, presumably, one of your friends, it’s important for you to be comfortable here.” Logan said dutifully. A hot nerd who’s also considerate? Just wonderful.

“You’re my friend Lo, don’t worry.” I said as Mr. Williams began the lesson.

*** Remy caught me walking into the lunch room with a whistle. “Look at you babe!” he called, approaching me with his coffee in hand and slinging his arm over my shoulder. “Don’t you clean up nicely?” I pushed his arm off playfully.

“Yeah yeah.” I muttered with a small smile. We walked to our usual table where Remus and Dee were waiting for us. Remus had this maniac grin on his face that basically spelled trouble.

“Doesn’t Vee look good in his outfit?” Remy asked the other two whe we got our lunches out. I had another sandwich. Dee nodded in agreement.

“He does. We both agree on that.” Dee said, leaning towards me from the other side of the table. “But we’re not the only one who agrees.”

Remy peers from above his sunglasses. “Oh? Got something to spill?” he asks curiously, taking a sip of coffee.

Remus giggled when I gave him a glare. “Don’t you dare!” I hissed. Dee hissed back.

“Shortie over here has some game.” Remus said, interrupting us and giving me a teasing wink. “He flirted with my brother.” I buried my head in my hands as Remy gaped at me.

“Shut up.” he exclaimed, looking at me with wide eyes. “Vee did?!”

“He did.” Remus confirmed, nodding. “I was there, and I witnessed everything.

“And I missed it?!”

“Thank god for that.” I mumbled, finally removing my head from my hands. This was embarrassing. “And keep your voice down!”

“No way babe! I can’t believe you flirted with one of the most popular guys in this school! And I missed it!” Remy lamented dramatically.

‘Roman was one of the most popular boys in school.’ I thought. “Makes sense. I mean, he’s cute, charming, and has a nice personality. He also has a nice- ok Virgil, let’s stop these thoughts right now. Now’s not the right time to have a gay panic because you’re in front of your friends.’

I snapped out of my thoughts when Remy placed his hand on my shoulder comfortingly. “You good there babe?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good. What were you saying Remus?” We turned to our resident trash goblin, who took out his phone.

“I recorded the whole thing.” Remus said gleefully. I looked at him in horror while Remy looked with glee. Dee chuckled at my expression

“Delete that right now!” I hissed again. Dee hissed back.

“Don’t listen to him Re. Send that right now to the group chat.” Remy demanded, and I watched in despair as Remus did just that.

***

I saw Roman during English, and I fought down a blush as the two of us sat next to one another. Roman shamelessly flirted and complimented me the entire time.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Roman said when there was about five minutes left of class. “When did Remus give you his number?”

I looked over at him in surprise. “Last week during lunch? He and his friends wanted to hang at the mall on Saturday, so they invited me to come with them. Why?” I answered. A strange expression crossed his face.

“No reason.” he answered lightly. I wasn’t convinced, but let the subject drop. The bell rang, signaling the end of class. I got up to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Ro, ok?” I said soothingly when he got up. He seemed upset, but smiled when I said goodbye.

“‘Until then, gatito.” he said and left the room. I followed after.

Art was next. Patton was already inside the room when I walked in. Patton whipped his head up to greet me with a bright smile, but instead his jaw dropped and stared. I blushed when he started squealing and waved his hands over. I walked towards him with a bashful smile and sat down in my seat.

“Eeeee is that outfit new Kiddo?!” he asked excitedly. I nodded with a smile. It looks like all three of them like it. Patton looked over my outfit with an attentive eye, taking in the red and the dark blue. I suppose being an artist will give you that. His eyes landed on the light blue on my nails and gasped, eyes wide and sparkling.

“Kiddo!” Patton breathed excitedly. He grabbed my hand and inspected my nails. “You’re matching with me!” He wore a light blue jacket today.

I laughed nervously. “What a coincidence, right?” I choked out as the teacher began the lesson. We were practicing shading. Patton and I worked while talking, but I noticed that his eyes wandered over to the light blue of my nails. This continued for the remainder of class. When the bell rang, he followed me to my locker.

“So kiddo,” Patton started when we got to my locker, “I was wondering if you’re doing ok, especially after your first week of school.” I hummed in response. The first week was different and exciting, as much as I’d like to admit. I made new friends that seem really nice. I told Patton such, and he smiled.

“That’s good! Here, give me your phone for a minute.” he asked kindly. I gave Patton a confused look, but handed it over cautiously. “I’m not gonna do anything! Promise.” Patton tapped the screen a couple times and handed it back to me.

Patton gave me his number, and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I stuttered out my thanks and he giggled at me. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me. Doesn’t matter what the time is, just send me a text or something if you need help.” he said happily. Oh lord, this boy is too much, too nice. “Bye Cutie Pie!” Patton left me in my state of shock.

“I can’t believe I just witnessed that with my own two eyes.” I snapped out of it and whipped around to see Remy holding his phone up and grinning wickedly at me. “Look at you Vee! Guess our little shopping trip did something to you.”

“Delete that.” I wheezed. I didn’t even see him walk by! Remy shook his head and started texting on his phone.

“Oh the others are going to get a kick out of this.” Remy snickered. Oh this was so embarrassing. I flushed red and chased Remy down the hall and out the building, the two of us laughing the whole way out.

“Remy! Delete that right now!” I huffed. Remy shook his head.

“Now way babe! This is gold!” Remy yelled back and raised his phone up in the air teasingly. I glared. Why do all my friends have to be taller than me? But I got one of my crush’s numbers, so I guess it makes up for the teasing Remus and Dee are going to put me through later tonight.

Anyone wanna be in my taglist? Let me know!

Taglist:

@sure-i-exist

@theoretically--speaking

@sups-stuff

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #polysanders #ts lamp

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