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heartsforsserafim · 8 months

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Can I request the mean girl!Kazuha x president reader?

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mean girl!kazuha x president fem!reader

genre ; smut

tw ; secret relationship, g!p zuha,unprotected sex,creampie

tried my best here idk if its good or not tho💀

You and Kazuha have seen each other around the school a lot, you catching her picking on other students the majority of the time. You knew of her little crew, calling themselves le sserafim. The only one who was somewhat nice out of that group was their youngest Eunchae.

But the other four are completely horrible, if it wasn't them picking on students then they were fighting or being disruptive during class. If they weren't in class then they were either drinking or getting high behind the school. You were tired of it, every single day it's something going on with these girls.

They were failing their classes, so they always had to come and see you. A little while passed by though and you noticed how the groups dynamic changed, the oldest one, sakura, started keeping them in check during class and the american one, yunjin, was always helping the students during english.

All of them were changing their old ways aside from zuha, so that leads you here, sitting in a office, one on one with the Nakamura Kazuha. Your cameras are off, as you requested for more privacy.

Your office, was hot. Uncomfortably hot for the both of you, tension was growing in the air the more you two sat in silence, "Miss Nakamura, listen", you started and stared into her soft brown eyes. Her eyes gave off that she's apologetic for what she's done but it's too late to turn back time, " One weeks detention" "WHAT!?" You raise a eyebrow at the girl, "Excuse me?" "E-ehem sorry. I don't get why I need a week" "You beat that kid up for no reason Kazuha. You can't do that. You know the way the principal is so why?" "He uhm"

Kazuha hesitated before speaking again, "He said he liked you" You froze and her head went down looking at her own feet. "So you beat him up, just cause he has a crush on me? Kazuha why do you believe you have the right to do that?" "because i have a crush on you too." she states, not even looking up at you. "Nakamura Kazuha." You say and begin scolding the girl about how that'll be terrible for your reputation and the way the school's dynamic will go if you two were to date. "Y/nie.." She says as tears threaten to fall down her cheeks, you stopped talking and looked at the girl, her head up, she's so sad.

"I-i know the way ive been isn't good. I know we w-wont look good together but please just give me one chance i promise i'll change for you" You looked and her, sighing in defeat, "Alright, but apologize to that kid and no one can know, understand?" She smiled and wiped her tears, "Thank you so much" she says, gets up and kisses you before walking out.

You and Kazuha have been together for a while, no one still hasn't suspected. That was until her friends caught you to fucking in the bathroom, she was knuckles deep inside you and they walked in. "Woah Kazuha.." Sakura said, Chaewon looked up from her phone and automatically took Eunchae out of the bathroom taking her to god knows where. "Damn bro, i didn't know you get down like that" Yun said, dapping the younger one. You were embarrassed and got off the sink, "I-i'll just see you later" You attempted to walk out but Sakura stopped you, "Oh no little miss president, you're not going anywhere." "Yea, seeing Kazuha do that kinda got me a little turned on" Yun said, and pointed to her crotch. You knew there was no escaping, and was wondering why does yun have a dick anyway??

After that entire ordeal, you were limping out the bathroom like you had a sprain ankle, the three girls hair was a mess and the bathroom smelled like sex. They felt bad for the next girls to use the bathroom but they didn't care. Especially Kazuha, she wanted to be able to fuck you without any interruptions and decided to just go home with you.

After a week of no sex, she was finally able to come over and let's just say, things got wild

"Okay my dad isn't home yet so we can do it" "Okay sweet" You both hurry upstairs and begin undressing. Kazuha just wanted to taste you again so after removing your clothes she started to eat you out. Her tongue moving in ways you've never felt before, her fingers going to your tits and playing with your nipples. "A-ah shit Kazuha" you moaned out, rolling your hips along her tongue. She inserted her tongue into your needy cunt and began thrusting her tongue. Your head thrashing back against the pillows.

Your orgasm was nearing and with a string of "Pleases" and yes" you came into Zuha's mouth. She got up, using her fingers to help you ride out the orgasm. She stood up and jerked herself a bit, before going inside your cunt. "S-so big. F-fuck" "S-so tight" you both say together, her hips taking off pretty slow, before she put your legs on her shoulder. Fucking you in missionary, "W-wait O-oh fuck" you came on her cock, her fingers stimulating your clit.

She sped up her thrust, and began choking you with her free hand. "G-god Y/n i'm gonna fill you up so much mmhp" Kazuha said, and started going faster. A while passed her thrust getting sloppier, You came on her cock over 5 times at this point. "I'm cumming." "Inside me, master" You look at her, your eyes filled with the most lust and her load shot inside of you, her thrust slowing down.

You both were panting, she never pulled out. You heard your dad's car in the driveway , "Zuha my dad's home." You say and she stood up in a complete panic. She hurriedly put her clothes on and handed you yours, "Here babe put these on" You couldn't move and then her heart dropped once your front door opened. "Just pretend to be asleep" you closed your eyes and she put a movie on the tv, skipping the majority to make it seem like you fell asleep while watching it.

Your dad loved kazuha, he approved of her saying she's the best one for you. So he wouldn't question why she's there, but she didn't want him to know you two are having sex. So sprayed some of your perfume in the room and opened your window a bit to get the smell out.

"Y/n I'm home!" He yelled from downstairs but didn't get a reply he was worried and came upstairs seeing zuha on the bed with you, "Sorry for not knocking, i got worried for her" he says, "It's fine mr. L/n" "How long has she been asleep?" "About 30 minutes" "Okay well let her know i brought her something for work and i have a business trip" "Okay sir" "Thank you zuha, and you two didn't do anything, right?" "No sir" She did the mini salute, he did it back.

That was their cute little way of doing things before he left back down stairs, zuha sighed in relief. "We almost got caught" she said quietly before turning her attention back to the movie and cuddling you

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laladellakang · 11 months

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partners (1/2) ♡

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DETAILS: bold dialogue: english members: ot7, (individual scenes) nrk, psh, lhs, yjw word count: 5.1k add. della in dark blood/bite me

SUMMARY: behind the scenes of dark blood [revamp] hehe revamp like vampires 1/2 + slight continuation of burgundy lipstick on jungwon's part

NOTES: hi! i'm so sorry for being away for so long! i have an explanation here if you wanna see what's been happening BUT NOWW i've come back for this new special birthday + anniversary month chapter! this is basically the partners chapter but revised + more scenes. i was gonna just combine it w part two but it was hecka long and i hate extremely long chapters. oh yea and della's dance in bite me includes a girlie now (but still has a man) please let me know what you think by sending asks/commenting. i look forward to them while writing and they really make my day <3

Della's hand injury at the start of 2023 has caused an obvious shift within Enhypen's dynamics. The fear of another relapse has caused the members to grow increasingly protective and wary of the girl, doing everything they can to get the love of their life back. Displaying it through their constant supervision when Della is in the kitchen, to being assured that she has taken her antidepressants, to an overall improvement in communication to ensure that her negative thoughts don't boil over.

Fortunately, the slump went away faster than they anxiously expected. Following the tour and her plastic surgery, Della had regained her usual self just in time for her birthday and their two-year anniversary. As their bond grows stronger by the day, the eight found themselves back in their honeymoon phase— practically inseperable.

Then the time came for a comeback.

It would have been ten months since their last one, and the group ready to go back into their busy routine with barely any rest but at least looked cute while doing it. They were excited for the change, and even more thrilled to find out that the concept would be something sexy. However, when they were briefed about the potential couple choreography, all seven boys froze collectively.

"We have to see how this goes. This is uncharted territory for us, so we're not sure if it's the best idea," the creative director explained. "BTS' Jimin incorporated mixed dancers, and the response was pretty good. However, 'Like Crazy' wasn't a full-on couple dance, so it might be different this time."

Jungwon, who was sitting to the left of Della, immediately held her hand under the desk, while the other six stole glances in her direction. Their minds were mostly occupied with how their girlfriend would react, as opposed to fully sinking in what such concept would entail for them.

"You'll hear the song in a bit, but since the key point is about a man doting on the woman who turned him into a vampire, we are going to have Della be the killing part," another director continued. "You'll have slightly different lyrics from the boys and you'll have an overall more seductive look."

"Thank you," Della bowed in her seat. "Is it altered to be more feminine?" she asked.

"No, no. You'll be singing from the girl's perspective. So if we look at the next page—" the sound of papers flipping echoed through the room. "Here, for Della's part in the teaser, we're gonna have you bite an actor— of course, not literally," the director's comment made a few people snicker. "—and turn him into a vampire. So, essentially, you'll be singing to two people: the woman who turned you and the man that you turned."

"Ahh, understood," Della nodded calmly. "Thank you," she said once again before caressing the back of Jungwon's tense hand. She glanced over at the others to find most of them looking at their sheet with a hard gaze. She could additionally see Jake playing with the corner of his and hear Jay's foot tapping on the floor.

"Thank you for the question, now back to the previous page—" another round of paper-flipping. "Now given that backstory, Della's partner in this comeback will be the only male—" the comment made Ni-ki choke on the coffee he was sipping. "Are you alright?"

"Ye– yeah! My– apo– apologies." he said in between coughs, turning his body away from the table while Sunoo patted his back.

"Like we said, we don't know how this is gonna turn out. We're sort of taking a gamble by doing this type of concept, but it's certainly going to be different and memorable."

The car ride home was tense. The members made an effort to conceal their emotions in the office, but in the privacy of the car, they saw no need to do so, and thus, they didn't. Though the discussion had to wait until they reached the dorm, as they needed all seven boys to be there. Della, who already knew the reason behind the tension, just calmly played with her phone and hummed to their upcoming title track.

"You really like the song, huh?" Jay commented as he entered the combination to their dorm. Since they had freshly heard it, all Della kept doing was humming the tune and repeating the words 'just come kiss me and bite me',which only heightened the tension among the three boys in her car. She could have chosen any other parts of the song and instead went for that specific line.

"It's one of my favorites of ours. It's so good," Della stopped her humming to reply with a grin. "We're ho—"

"Group meeting!" Jungwon immediately called out.

"As expected," Della muttered to herself. The four new arrivals swiftly put their shoes away and made headed to the living room, where the other four were already waiting. "Hello—"

"Lala, how are you feeling?" Jungwon wasted no time in asking. The question that all seven boys have been meaning to ask for the past two hours.

"I feel great," she replied with a soft smile, sitting on the couch armrest. "The song's great! The concept's great! I really can't wait for it."

"Is there... anything you dislike about the concept?" Sunghoon asked with a suspicious tone.

"Honestly..." the boys all looking at her with curious, yet almost eager eyes. "I think it's our best concept yet. It really represents Enhypen," her words made them collectively sigh in relief. "Were you expecting me to hate it?"

"No, it's just— like..." Sunoo struggled to find the words to explain the situation. "We were worried about the couple concept thing. The couple dance plus all the acting."

"Why were you worried about that?" Della furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you expecting me to be jealous?"

"No!" the seven said simultaneously in different tones. "We were just worried." Della couldn't help but scoff and giggle at her boyfriends.

"You guys have gotten so used to being a group that you often say things in unison," she covered the bottom half of her face, unable to contain her giggles. "So cute!"

"Wait— Lala, stay focused— are you seriously, seriously fine with everything?" Sunoo placed a hand on her knee to grab her attention.

"I'm totally cool! I don't mind you guys dancing with girls at all!" Della said with wide eyes and a genuine tone. "Guys, I used to train in YG— dancing or acting with the opposite sex is nothing! It's all professional," the mention of her old company itself suddenly provided the answer to their question.

"But the concept is quite sexy. We won't just be dancing next to each other, it's gonna be a couple dance with hand touching, at least," Jake explained.

"Honey, have you seen groups like Winner and BigBang? With Riki still being a baby, I doubt any of the parts will be suggestive— the worst thing they can do is have you hold onto the dancer's waist or something," she gave the Aussie a knowing look. "This is the art of dancing! We're exploring new stuff that fourth gen hasn't done before!" her eyes shone with every word she spoke, clearly showing her enthusiasm for the concept.

"I mean... on top of that, we don't love the idea too," Sunghoon spoke up, trying to be gentle. "We— or at least I wouldn't want to dance with another girl, let alone seeing you dance with another guy," Heeseung and Jay pointed to him in agreement while the others nod.

"Aww, darling, it's all professional, I promise!" Della made her way to the Sunghoon and released his crossed arms. "I'm only dancing with him for a little bit! Barely half a minute, I'm sure," she linked her arm with his and stared up at him with puppy eyes.

"It still ain't fun," he muttered, gulping down at the sight of her.

"Della, it's not that we don't trust you or anything," Heeseung sighed. "You have guy friends, for Christ's sake, we really do trust you! It's just... it's just..."

"It just fucking sucks," Jay bluntly completed for him. "—and we really don't wanna do this couple dance thing either. We know it's gonna hurt you."

"I'm not hurt, honest!" Della straightened her posture and widened her eyes. "I mean, we can always try to reason with the team if you guys are rea—" her idea was immediately cut by a string of 'no's.

"Forget about us, we'll be fine!" the other six wanted to smack their maknae on the head for lying. No, they will certainly not be fine. "But you! We don't want to hurt you or anything!" at least his other point was correct.

"I'm not hurt! Look, guys—" Della sighed, sitting down in betweenn Ni-Ki and Jay on the sofa and held their hands. "I'm not gonna lie, I might get a little jealous, but just a little! I'm not gonna be 'hurt', I swear! Just this conversation alone is enough to assure me that you all are seriously the best boyfriends in the world," she said with utmost sincerity. "I have nothing to worry about and— I know it's easier said than done but so should you. I'm completely obsessed with you guys! I don't want anyone else"

"Well, there are seven of us," Jungwon blurted out without thought. "I'm sorry!" his eyes instantly filled with regret while his hand went up to cover his mouth. "I didn't mean it like that. That sounds so wrong, I'm sor—"

"It's okay, darling. I'm not offended," Della got up from her seat and ruffled his hair. "Plus, you're absolutely right! I have seven boyfriends, I don't need any more! Especially when you're all so perfect." she placed a kiss on Jungwon's cheek before heading towards the kitchen. The seven boys all looked at each other in flabbergast.

"Are you absolutely, positively certain you're okay with the couple thing?!" Jay called out.

"Absolutely! I trust you guys! Best boyfriends ever, I tell you!"

The boys eyed each other as the same thought crossed their minds; one that they could never say aloud. "She gets jealous and upset over fan ships with idols we barely (or never) even talk to, yet she seems completely fine when we act with a girl for the screen?"

When the day came to finally learn the choreography, the boys were evidently really tense. They didn't even bother to conceal it in hopes that they might magically cancel the idea due to lack of chemistry. Little did they know that that is what the company prefers; for them to not 'stray from Engenes' hearts.'

The overall lesson came out smoothly, with everyone remaining professional and focused at the task at hand. Yet that was also because Della had not even touched her male dance partner. That part would only come towards the end of the song, on the second chorus, as Della dances with a girl on the first half. It was easy for the boys to cast their jealousy aside, but it certainly wasn't when the man finally came along.

"Della, your partner, Ingyu, as you know," the choreographer introduced the two out of formality. "Ingyu, Della," both Della and Ingyu politely bowed, despite already knowing each other from earlier. "Do you think you can do the moves from memory?" the choreographer grinned at the girl.

"Maybe...? Hopefully?" Della nervously grinned back, causing both the choreographer and Ingyu to chuckle.

Everyone had practiced and (essentially) mastered the chorus dance, but Della needed to be taken aside to learn the part switch she has with her male partner. It was an entirely new set for her, whereas several of the members just had to change partners.

This also provided an opportunity for them to fully observe their girlfriend dancing with another man. How lucky were they to have their full attention on the session they dread the most.

"Let's see what you've got," the choreographer stepped back to observe. "Five, six, seven, eight— it's you and me in this world..." Della did a great job mirroring the moves. Although some details in her leg movements were missing, her upper body ones were practically all correct.

"Damn, we just had to have a break while they are doing their part," Jay mumbled to his fellow members. "If it had happened earlier, we would have had something to focus on. But now it's right up on our faces."

"They have great chemistry, don't they?" Heeseung scoffed with a sardonic smile. Their eyes followed as the choreographer instructed Della on how much she needed to bend, having her hold onto Ingyu for support. "Wow, such amazing chemistry," he sarcastically remarked.

"Did I ever tell you about the time I asked her about the chemistry between my partner and I?" Sunoo asked Heeseung, who replied with a shake of his head. "I asked her how she would feel if I had good dance chemistry with my partner, and she just said, 'That's great! You should switch partners if the dance chemistry isn't there.' Like, what the fuck?"

"Ahh, you mentioned that to me," Jungwon reminded him. "Della really isn't jealous—she even encouraged Sunoo-hyung to make eye contact," he pointed at Sunoo.

"Really?!" Jake's eyes widened. "Even in front of the cameras?!"

"Uh!" Jungwon and Sunoo nodded with wide eyes. "I think as long as everything remains professional, she's completely fine."

"Well can someone tell her that we're not completely fine?" Sunghoon really tried to not glare at the couple but it wasn't like he was the only one.

It took around fifteen minutes for Della to get all the moves down. While it wasn't long by any means, the boys felt like the session ran through a hour. Instead of making the most out of their break, they were using up their energy on the glares that they sent the couple's way.

Both the choreographer and Ingyu (and certainly Della) could feel the potential holes that were burning through the male dancer's skin, yet they decide to brush it off since it doesn't appear to affect Della's performance. They always knew that the Enha boys had a crush on the girl anyway.

The keyword was professional, and as long as everyone remains that then all should be well.

"Are you finish?" Sunghoon asked Della as she finally made her way over for her break.

"Yup," she gave a thumbs up. "Thankfully, it wasn't difficult."

While they were all feeling jealous, they knew that Della had done everything they asked of her and there was wasn't much she could do. So they resorted to the only outlet available for them to express their emotions; teasing and poking fun at her.

"Was it fun?" Sunoo playfully glared at her with a pout.

"Aish, it's all professional," she playfully pushed him.

"So it was fun?" Sunoo pestered further, causing Della to scoff and mutter a "no it wasn't."

"'It's all professional,' but you were fully leaning on his chest?" Jungwon teased as well.

"It was no different from you!" she protested with a point to him. "—with all of you! We maintained our distance and everything."

"Our distance was like this—" Jake opened his arms wide in exaggeration. "While your distance was like this," he demonstrated by getting very close to Jay.

"No, it wasn't!" Della stomped her feet repeatedly. "You guys are exaggerating!"

"In that case, show us how it was," Ni-ki stood up from the floor and got closer to Della. "Demonstrate with me," he smirked.

"Eyy!" the members teased, impressed by their maknae's smooth flirting. "Go on! Show us!"

"Aish, you seven," Della complained with a roll to her eyes but complied anyway. "It's you and me in this world..." she sang monotonously and lazily repeated the moves that she just learned.

"Wah! Look at the large gap when it's with me!" Ni-ki protested to his hyungs. "Wah... seriously..." he pinched his nose bridge and shook his head.

"What the—" Della's confusion was immediately cut off by the members simultaneously jestering her. Choruses of "wah Della!", "how could you do that?!" "with our maknae too!" and "can't believe you play favourites," ran through the circle, making whoever else in the room glance at them with an amused expression.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Riki, riki, what do you think of this? So everyone disappears out of the frame except for you," Della explained her vision, using her hands to mimic curtains opening. "All eyes are on you and then Sunghoon-oppa emerges!" her hand then dramatically raised as if she was Thanos. "Brave heart— pam, pam, pam!" she said Ni-ki's line while popping her chest. "Then you and Sunghoon-oppa couple dance on his part!" the pen in her hand dropped as if it was a microphone and she had just said something life changing.

"Couple dance?" Ni-ki raised an eyebrow. The two dancers were ecstatic when the choreographer had asked them to take part in the process. They have wanted this for so long and were finally given the responsibility of the pre-chorus and second verse. The pre-chorus practically screams Ni-ki's name so it was a no-brainer for the maknae to take the former.

They were experimenting together but didn't interfere with each other's section, simply situated in an empty practice room with snacks and their phones playing the recently recorded song. It almost reminded them of the time when they had their first kiss.

"Not literally, but like... a pair dance, y'know? Something like Given-Taken," Della grinned. "Then Heeseung-oppa emerges! Then I emerge! Then everyone gathers and emerges—"

"What is with you and people emerging?" Ni-ki laughed. He was feeling a little too happy to have his girlfriend all to himself whilst doing the activity they love the most (especially since said activity was recently ruined by the couple dance). It was evident in his clinginess and the shine in his eyes.

"It's the drama! The vampire! The darkness!" the younger could only laugh more, letting his head drop on his girlfriend's lap.

"I'm sure you know what suits the mood, and I think the emergence thing sounds great," Ni-ki can't help but hum when Della's fingers tangled themselves in his hair. "I'm doing something like this; come here and get some—" with his eyes still closed and basking in the soothing sensation, he brought his hands up to form the first part of his original dance. "Something with a cool vibe, y'know?"

「大好き」 Della smiled softly. 「まじ力のスタイル」 she got close to his face to place a sideways kiss on his lips. [daisuki: i love it, maji riki no sutairu: it's seriously riki's style]

「ありがとう」Ni-ki muttered out before closing the gap to deepen the kiss. [arigatou: thanks]

Della and her boyfriends wouldn't call herself a jealous person. However, what she definitely is, is an anxiety-filled, insecure person. Otherwise known as a jealous person.

But she's not envious! She simply overthinks that some girls just suit the boys better than her and that they deserve better. While she's not jealous of the boys acting with Park Jiwon for the trailer, she had to admit that she was a little nervous before the shoot.

'What if they look great together? Especially Sunghoon since he has a lot of scenes with her,' she recognises that she's overthinking it but she really can't prevent herself from doing so.

'Sunghoon and one of your close friends look great together, but they don't give off couple vibes,' she reminded herself. 'You look great with them too, Lala. Give yourself some credit, you bad bitch.'

With the help of her self-pep talk (and antidepressants), her nervousness subdued quick. It also didn't take long for it to completely wash away, resulting from Jiwon being a massive shipper of Enha as a group. It was evident in how she giggled to herself whenever Della and the boys did anything close to being couple-like.

Furthermore, she had caught Jiwon pouting to her manager, questioning; "Is that all we're getting? Della being disappointed in Sunghoon and they don't even hug?" or along those lines.

Needless to say, there was no reason for Della to feel jealous, and that almost annoyed Mister Park Sunghoon himself.

"You're seriously, seriously not jealous?" Sunghoon asked when they had a moment to themselves on set.

"No? Why would I be?" Della said with a borderline sassy tone. The boys have been walking around eggshells with Jiwon and have constantly asked the same questions to Della. A rotation between "are you sure?" "is it really okay?" "aren't you jealous?" and "are you feeling okay?" Although she appreciates the gesture and thinks it's incredibly sweet of them, she has gotten tired of saying the same things over and over again.

"Not even the slightest? Babe, the storyline literally includes me defending her more than yo—"

"And what are you gonna do if I said that I was?" she cut him off, moving closer to him with a low voice.

"I– I mean," he stuttered at the look on her face and sudden close proximity. Even after two years, there are still moments when he finds Della intimidating. "Just wanted to make sure you were okay—"

"And what are you gonna do if I said that I wasn't?" she practically repeated. "You want me to congratulate you?" an eyebrow was raised to challenge him further.

"No! That's not what I meant!" his eyes widened in panic. "I– I was just– a little—" he did have an reason, but the addition of Della's hand pushing his bangs to the side had distracted him from whatever it was he was trying to say.

"Why don't you relay this to the others as well, hm?" she then brushed her fingers on his cheekbones. "I am rarely ever jealous because, at the end of the day, when you act out those scenes or record our songs, I'm the one who's on your mind. You don't think of Jiwon, your dancers, or even Sooha or Engenes. You think of me," she lets out a smirk when he appeared to be in a daze.

"The lyrics that you sing in your songs? Those are all for me."

"I get to have a couple dance with you?!" Heeseung exclaimed when Della broke the news. "Sweet! Nice!"

She really couldn't help it. She just had to reveal to the guy that she sneaked in a tiny pair dance for the two of them. It wasn't much in her eyes but it's more than enough for Heeseung.

"You have to show me! Please!" Heeseung got up from his bed, ready to replicate whatever it was that Della came up with. "It's definitely gonna be the choreo, right?! Like they won't ask you to change it or anything?" Della couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the older was. His eyes sparkled with eager and hope, incredibly ready to perform his girlfriend's arrangement in pride.

"Nope. Absolute free to do whatever I want," she grinned before standing up as well. "All you do is kneel..." she kneeled on the floor to demonstrate, with Heeseung following suit. "Then rise... walk... then this," what he had to do wasn't difficult at all, so he would definitely still be able to sing live. "That's it."

"And yours?" Della smiled and made her way behind him. It was a tight fit, but the two can definitely make it work with how simple the moves are.

"Go ahead."

"'Come to me, make it right,'" Heeseung could feel himself get even more excited when Della placed her hand under his chin. "'Please connect me again,' woah!" his eyes widened at her hands running down his arms.

"'Devour you,'" Della whispered, leaving goosebumps on his skin. Her face got close to his neck while her right hand mimicked a claw on his shoulder blade. Knowing Heeseung, this move should drive him insane.

"No fricking way," within a flash, Della was back onto the bed with Heeseung lips on the side of her neck. "Gosh, I love this vampire concept."

"Gosh, I hate this vampire concept," Heeseung rumbled under his breath.

"It was all fun and games until we realise what a vampire concept entails," Jake mumbled with crossed arms.

"Yeah, and it's whatever this shit is," Jay huffed, openly glaring at the unfolding scene without a care.

Della was in the midst of filming the scene where she wakes up and bites a passerby. For budget conveniences (since his face wouldn't be visible anyway), the actor was none other than her male backup dancer, Ingyu.

It seems that, although she had made her lack of jealousy clear, her reasons did not resonate with her men. Even when they implement her advice, they still felt that red, hot jealousy.

"If his face ain't even on the video, then can't one of us do it? Seriously..." Sunoo rolled his eyes to avoid looking at Della leaning into Ingyu's neck.

"I know right?" Jungwon and Jay briefly replied, shifting their eyes to the monitor and giving them a closer look at the scene.

"Oh my God!" the boys (with the exception of Sunoo, who was still avoiding the performance), held a shocked look when Della's pretend bite appeared very realistic.

The segment is definitely different from that of Jay's and Sunghoon's. With Della being the one to initiate the bite, the focus is on her face instead of the partner's. The audience could see her laziness-laced body with eyes holding a convincing hunger to them, making it look like she was an actual starved vampire. She looks incredibly alluring, all while looking at another man.

"Oh great, she's amazing at acting too," after a quick glance back, Sunoo let out another eye roll. "Does she always have to give it her all? She should've half assed it," he spat out.

"Sunoo-ya," Heeseung and Jungwon laughed while the other four snorted with grins on their faces.

"You're gonna get us in trouble with that language," Jay chuckled.

"I wasn't screaming it or anything— I'm just saying what you all are thinking," Sunoo shrugged innocently. "You three are way louder than me without even saying anything" he gestured to Heeseung, Jay and Jungwon, additionally giving them a pointed look. The others know they can't disagree, as the trio really placed their heart on their sleeves this time.

"I don't fucking get it. Any one of us could really act this scene, I swear," Jungwon huffed out with a sarcastic smile. He placed his hands in his pockets, turning his body around to avoid looking any further. "Seven boys and they went with someone else for fucking budget reasons when they don't need to pay us fuck all for that scene alone. It's like they're doing this on purpose just so his name is on the fucking credits and Engenes won't ship us or—"

"Woah, woah!" Heeseung and Jake cut him off from his tangent. Jay and Sunoo's eyes simply widened while Ni-ki and Sunghoon held him back as if he was going to fight.

"You need to have a talk with Della or something," Sunghoon pat his left shoulder in attempt to calm him down. On his right, the youngest did a similar gesture by massaging the tense area.

"Or your therapist..."

"A little birdie told me you need to let things out," fortunately, since Della's part was the last shoot of the day, Jungwon's sour mood did not interfere with their work. It also gave them the opportunity to talk in the fully private hotel room.

Jungwon only scoffed out, keeping his arms crossed as he sat on the bed. The man himself doesn't fully understand why he was so upset. The other boys had quickly calmed themselves— unbeknownst to him, it was because they saw how angry their leader was, yet he remained with a scowl for majority of the time.

"Who?" he avoided eye contact when he muttered, afraid to raise his voice at the girl.

"It doesn't even matter because I can tell with my eyes closed," Della mirrored his body language but remained standing before him and leaning on the desk behind her. She has always been nervous whenever any one of the boys are mad at her, but Jungwon is probably the most intimidating. His leader energy is incredible.

"I just don't understand why they need Ingyu to act when there are seven other men who can do it," he went straight to the point. "If his face isn't even showing then any one of us could've done it! Heck— even the director could use his own neck! They couldn't have one of us to do it?!" as he went on, his voice started to raise a little in passion.

Della only stood there with an occasional nod, listening to the tangent that the other members have already heard. He talked nonstop for a few minutes, leaving Della room to ponder through her words.

She noticed that he kept repeating points like 'any one of the members could do it,' 'the bite could've been even more realistic,' and 'why they would want you to imitate a bite on another man.' It all finally clicked to her when Jungwon said, "They scrapped the kiss mark for the jacket shoot and now this? They're definitely keeping us apart on purpose."

"Jungwonie?" she grinned mischievously, to which he stopped and replied with a hum. "You're so cute," she didn't give him much time to react, as she had already hovered above him to connect their lips.

"Wait, Lala—" the younger was certainly not complaining, but he wished that Della would say a bit more than that, especially after he went on and on.

"You want more neck kisses, don't you?" she grinned once again. "You felt special during the jacket shoot and want that again, right? And you're jealous because the concept was scrapped for you yet another man got it. Am I right?"

Jungwon blinked slowly, taking in the observation that the mind reader had made. He didn't even know that he was feeling that way but it all makes sense. His emotions weren't even specifically directed to Ingyu; it's towards a man who wasn't him. He would feel the same if the team had chosen any other member.

A rare occurrence for Jungwon, but definitely not impossible. As much as he loves his best friends and the relationship, he did originally want Della all to himself.

A giggle interrupted his train of thoughts, and when Della asked for a confirmation, all he could do was nod in embarrassment. She let out another giggle before closing the gap between them once again.

"Don't worry, Wonie. I'll give you a million neck kisses if that's what you want."

my writing style has evolved and i'm hating a lot of my old works so i'm going to edit + tweak them soon but i'm still keeping the old ones on wattpad just in case they're someone's comfort fics <3 n e ways i hope you enjoy because i hope my writing style has progressed instead of regressed

part two coming soon

taglist! @afiaaaa19 @riikiblr @one16core @i90snoo @danyxthirstae01 @seulgifted @clar-iii @nichmeddar @jiwlys @duolingofanaccount @nvmbheart [i have removed accs that i can't tag so please send me an ask/message to be in the tallest again]

#kang della #8th member of enhypen #enhypen 8th member #enhypen ff #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x oc #enhypen added member #enhypen eigth member #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen oc #kpop added member #kpop oc #enhypen female oc #enhypen imagines #enhypen poly fic #enhypen poly

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honey-comb-xox · 2 months

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Greened out

Nick Sturniolo x male!stoner!reader

Warnings: Weed, greening out, throwing up, peer pressure, driving while high (don't do that brothers!! Be safe!) - sorry if i missed anything pls lmk if I did!!

A/n: y’all be gentle w this one it’s my first actual writing that isn’t a joke 😭

Summary: y/n greens-out 😶‍🌫️

Y/n sighed as he leaned further back in the lawn chair he found himself in about 3 hours ago. The hot summer air in L.A. was completely different then what he was used to in New York, for some reason it just made blunts hit 10x better.

“Dude you gonna hog that shit or fuckin pass it”

Y/n snaps out of his daze and keeps the smoke circle going, it had been a stressful day. The majority of his day so far has been spent running errands, bringing Nick back and forth to the post office for Space Camp orders, and making sure the Triplets didn’t starve while signing cards for their 6 mil merch drop. It doesn’t sound like a whole lot, but it was definitely draining. Hence the predicament he’s in now.

“Bruh I got one more blunt! Who’s up for a third?”

“Nah man i’m good i gotta drive back to Nicks soon”

“Dude look it’s skinny as shit you’ll be fine, unless you’re pussy”

“Seriously man, i’m not falling for your shit right now”

Y/n did in fact fall for his shit again. Which has led him to his current predicament of how the hell he was supposed to get home, if this was any other area in town then he’d just leave his car. But of course it wasn’t and on top of all that there was not a single sober person he trusted to drive his car to Nicks. There’s really only one option…

“Alright guys I think imma head out” Y/n groaned while stretching up

“Be careful driving back man!”

Y/n sighs as he starts his car preparing for a long ride back home.

~Timeskip~

Y/n stumbles out of his car while trudging up to the front door. After messing with his keys for a few minutes he finally finds the key Nick gifted him a couple of weeks back.

“Nick! I’m back!” Y/n exclaimed

“Hey! Matt and Chris just went out to get dinner. Did you eat?” Nick says going in for a hug.

“Nah I just got back from Jetts place”

“Yeah I can tell. How much did you guys smoke?” Nick coughs from the stench of weed radiating of off Y/n

“I don’t know…like three, 2 ½ blunts” Y/n responds nonchalantly

“THREE? Please don’t tell me you drove back here right after”

“Well I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t just leave my car there” At this point that ‘mini’ blunt is starting to hit a lot more than Y/n expected it to. Nick keeps rambling on, but this all goes through one ear and out the other because now it’s either he focuses on what Nicks saying or not throwing up.

“Are you even listening to me right now? You know what, whatever just tell me what you want from Canes so I can tell Matt and Chris”

“Nah I’m good I think, I actually gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Y/n paled. The thought of food was enough to send him over the edge.

Nick looks questionably at his boyfriend, but then brushes it off and rolls his eyes. The moment of silence is broken by groans from the bathroom.

“Babe you okay?” Nick hollers

Y/n doesn’t respond.

“Babe!” Nick shouts once again

Again no response. Nick runs to the bathroom to find his boyfriend curled up near the toilet.

“Oh my god! Babe are you okay?”

Y/n only groans in response. Nick sits down and rubs his back soothingly. Y/n goes to turn to Nick only to find the room rapidly spinning around him which only furthers his nausea. This carries on for another 5 minutes.

“Oh my god. I’m never smoking weed again” Y/n whines while slumping against Nick

“Yeah right, I’m gonna go grab you some water and your toothbrush from my room” Nick laughs

Y/n nods, while adjusting his position to lay on the cold tile .

“Aww poor baby” Nick says smugly

“Oh shush” Y/n says as he sits up against the bathtub

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

“Yea, I mean I’m still a little dizzy but the nausea is gone” Y/n yawns as he curls into Nick.

~Timeskip~

Chris runs up to the door without waiting for Matt.

“Dude seriously! Not even gonna grab the drinks or anything?” Matt hollers from the van.

“I getting the door for you, duh” Chris says meekly

Chris goes back to the van to grab the drinks from Matt, and holds the door for his brother.

“Nick!! We’re back! We got food for Y/n too!” Matt yells as he passes the stairs.

“Matt look at this” Chris whispers

Matt sets down the food on the counter, and heads over to Chris. The boys have their heads peeking into the bathroom only to find Nick and Y/n peacefully sleeping against the bathtub all snuggled up together.

“If they don’t wake up in like…thirty minutes then we’ll wake them up so their food doesn’t get too cold” Matt whispers to Chris

Then a sudden flash comes from Chris’ camera with the image of Nick holding Y/n in his arms sleepy glaring as his brothers.

A/n: okay how was that? Again please be kind it’s my first time writing smth like this but if you have any tips for me i’m definitely open to suggestions!!

#nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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goodstories08 · 1 year

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I'm not sure if you're taking requests but if you can it would be really cool to see a luke x male reader where the reader is his tutor and luke if trying to flirt but it's just going over the reader's head

I just thing it'd be really cool

Favorite Boy

Luke Dunphy X Male Reader

“So your here to tutor MY son, am I hearing you right?” Luke’s mom said while leaning over the kitchen island. Her eyebrows scrunched as she tried to process the information. You bit your lip, still a little confused to why Luke of all people asked for Tutoring. “Yes you are mam,” You mumble while looking down into your bag to make sure you had everything. “Please don’t… Just call me Claire.”

The front door slammed shut quickly, followed by Luke’s figure stepping into the kitchen. His head turned downward. “Hey mom I have a friend coming over to tu….” He stopped and looked up at you, his eyes widened. “Oh Um your here, great.” He looked like he was at at a loss for words, his stuttering and constant blinking was kind of cute. You wrapped your fingers around your backpack and pulled it off the chair you sat on. “So y-you wanna go up to my room.”

A grin formed in your face as you squeezed by the nervous boy, stopping before you made your way upstairs. “Lead the way Dunphy.” He nodded before quickly running up the stairs, not before warning you about one of the broken steps though. You followed him to his room, the overpowering smell of fresh Febreze hitting your nose as you took a step through the door. “Does it always smell like Flowers in here?” You giggle while taking a seat at Luke’s desk. “W-why do you like it.” The boy said, eyes pleading for approval, like a tiny sad puppy.

A small smile grew on your face, as your eyes wandered the room you couldn’t help but notice how clean it was. The baby blue curtains across the room lightly blew in the breeze that came through the window. To the left of the window frame was an old bunk bed, and to the right was a large desk. His dresser was wiped clean from any dust that may have been there, and the floors where vacuumed clean.

“Yea it smells nice,” You paused while looking around for a place to sit. “Oh! Sorry you could sit in my chair, I’ll sit on the bed.” He spun the office chair around and quickly fell back into the blue and white stripped covers of his bed. You slowly walked over after leaning your backpack on one of the desk’s legs. “So what’s the first thing you need help with?” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. In this moment you realized how cute Luke actually was. You had always seen him around in school, but he wasn’t too popular. Yea he had friends, but he definitely wasn’t as well known as you.

You where always considered smart even if you where barley above average, but what really made you known was your relationship with one of your schools best Football players, Dereck Sans. He wound up cheating and after the two of you broke up, most people took your side surprisingly. Even Luke, who made sure you where ok the day after the break up, for some reason.

“English, Im really stuck on my essay,” he finally spoke while reaching into his desk to pulling out a folder of papers and a singular book. “Romeo and Juliet,” you hummed as his eyes traced over your lips. “Have you read it.” You smiled and flipped through the first few pages. “Honestly,” you giggled as he continued to watch you, “I read bits and pieces, but I just wound up watching the movie.” He smiled while you slid the paper from the desk toward yourself. “Do you like romance movies?”

You chewed on your lip, “Yea I guess.” He leaned closer, you quickly looked back to the paper and began to read the questions. His right hand slightly brushed against your, sending butterflies through your stomach. Suddenly the door flung open, two girls stood in the frame watching you with wide eyes. “Hayley! Alex! Get out of my room!” Luke ran toward the door and shut it, the two girls let out a loud sigh. “Ok, fine. We just wanted to meet our future brother-in law.”

Luke blushed like a tomato, thinking that you where going to be disgusted. But to his surprise, you still seemed clueless. “Oh, I didn’t know you had sisters?” Luke slowly sat up, a defeated frown on his face. He slowly walked over to the bed, his head hung low. “Did I say something wrong?” He asked quietly, you looked up from the book and scrunched your eyebrows. “No why?”

He shifted around before looking up at you, his eyes pleading like a puppy. “I didn’t ask you to come here to study.”

“But, wait. You did ask me for help. That’s why I’m here. Sorry, I’m confused.” He stepped up and looked down at you. “I-I like you. I really really like you. And I have for a long time.” Silence overtook the room, the two of you just stood there. He stare into your eyes, and his lips looked perfect. “I get it if you wanna leave.” It seemed like a rock had grown in your stomach. You felt like you couldn’t move, but you pushed through it. You took a step forward, placing your hand on the side of the taller boys face. He is teary eyes traced over your expressions, you pulled his head down and sealed your lips with his.

His lips where warm, everything felt right. Better than any other guy you had ever kissed. You attempted to pull back but the desperate boy tried to hold the kiss. When your lips finally part you where both out of breath. “I like you too, but I think we should take things slow. It’s just my last relationship I…”

“I get it, It’s ok.” He said, a huge smile on his face. You grabbed your bag and walked toward the door. “We’ll, you do have my snap. So text me.” He stepped toward you, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Can’t wait for our next study session.” He mumbled causing you to giggle. “See you then.” He leaned in this time, eyes closed as the two of you shared a passionate kiss.

“Awww,” Haley and Alex said in unison, causing you both to split apart immediately. “Oh my god. Go away!”

#modern family #luke dunphy #x male reader #lgbtq #gay #lukedunphyxmalereader

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5am-mist · 1 year

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angst with bellie bel

Strangers.

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you can't help but get excited when Bella says he has something to tell you. Only to get your heart crushed moments later.

°requested°> yess!

~°A/N°~

i am still working on your requests so please don't sorry if i haven't posted your req yet! Also sorry if this sucks im still not feeling well but i felt bad leaving your guys' requests for so long and i didn't want anyone ro get mad at me lol. so i wasn't sure what direction to take this in and i lowkey suck at writing angst but i hope you like it! I used he/him pronouns for Bella! thank youuu for the request love you<33

You and Bella had been best friends for a while now. You used to do everything together, go everywhere together. Recently though you two had been growing distant and it killed you. You loved him far more than a best friend should and you knew that.

Bella had been out of country for filming and in the beginning it was like it always was. Facetiming every night, messaging you whenever he was on break and constantly updating you on his plans. You remember the late nights where he'd tell you how filming was and about his new cast members.

With time however that seemed to stop. No more factimes or messages and when you'd reach out you were always met with a "im busy rn" or "maybe later" only to never hear back from him.

You were upset and angry to say the least. You just wanted an explanation as to why suddenly your best friend was no longer making an effort to talk to you. It was the day Bella flew back home. You marked it on your calander back when he originally flew over.

You stared at your phone re-reading Bella's text over and over again. "hey can i come over? i need to tell you something really important." you cursed yourself for getting excited, for thinking he was going to tell you how sorry he was for shutting you out. Were you really gonna let him come over after he practically ignored you for months on end? Yes, you were.

"sure." You thought about typing something more, anything more but at the same time you felt he didn't deserve it. It wasn't long before he showed up.

You let him in and closed the door behind you, he made a bee line for the couch but you stayed standing. "You're not going to sit?" he sounded confused.

"No, I'm fine standing. What did you want to tell me again?" you urged him. "Straight to point are we? Uh..well I'm not sure how to say this but i uh got a girlfriend. Macy, you remember her?" you were crushed to say the least and all you wanted to do was cry.

Of all the people aswell. It had to be Macy, the Macy that Bella used to talk about on facetime with you, the Macy Bella had been working with for these past months, the Macy you never actually got to meet. "oh. yea i remember her." the pain was evident in your voice and tears were pricking your eyes.

You see, at this point you weren't even that upset that Bella had a girlfriend no, you were upset that Bella had been shutting you out and practically ignoring you all this time because of her.

"What? What's the matter?" he demanded. Not a hint of concern in his voice. "I just, i don't know what to say Bella" you weren't lying you really didn't know what to say to him. "Oh i don't know maybe a I'm happy for you would do?" he stood up at this point and you could tell he was getting agitated.

"I can't. I can't say that I'm happy for you that would just be lying." your voice wavered. "Why can't you just be happy for me then? Your my friend thats what you're supposed to do." Appalled was what you were.

"So we're gonna play that game huh? Alright, friends don't randomly stop calling each other. Friends don't dismiss each other when they're very clearly trying to reach out. Friends don't leave the country and essentially cut you out like you were never even that important. Im so sorry i can't be happy for you. Im so very sorry that all those nights you were having fun in a different country with your girlfriend i was here in my apartment trying to find out what i did that was so wrong it pushed my best friend and love of my life to the point where he no longer wanted to talk to me."

You aggressively wiped away your tears waiting for him to respond. "oh. i didn't-" you cut him off before he could even finish. "just leave Bella. Im tired. I have been waiting months for you and now you're back and i never wanna see you again. I don't want your petty fucking excuses and i don't want your half assed apology and if you're expecting an apology you wont be getting one so i suggest you just go."

He looked at you with regret evident on his face. A part of you begged for you to apologize, to make thigs right again but it had already been done. You couldn't take back what was said. He stopped for a moment as if he were going to say something but decided against it and walked past you towards the door. You didn't bother turning around, you almost couldn't. "Goodbye."

One word. It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. You knew that one word was the last word you'd ever hear from Bella and you hated it. You thought about stopping him. You thought about calling him. You thought about how things would be if you had just put on a fake facade for that one conversation but at the end of the day you didn't. You didn't call him. You didn't stop him and you didn't act happy for him that day.

You two were strangers now. Strangers with a backstory. Strangers who'd stay up all night wondering what your life would be like if you were still friends.

#bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #the last of us #lgbtq #tlou #hbo the last of us #tlou hbo

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angelsdean · 1 year

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another funny thing about people saying spn is only "a brother show" and not acknowledging it's "the destiel show" is that dean and sam (cain's instinct) don't kill each other under spells and etc thanks to outside interventions (a not-working-weapon, bobby, garth, cas), while dean and cas don't kill each other only bc of each other DESPITE outside interventions urging them to

sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days but god yea sooo real.

literally the crypt / prisoner fight scene parallels make me insane the way dean and cas hardly put up a fight against the other, esp once they think they're gonna die by the other's hand. they give up the fight, don't want to hurt the other bc they know it's not them, they're being manipulated and controlled (by naomi / the mark) and it's usually that moment of just giving up and asking them to stop that snaps them out of it, when they shouldn't be able to snap out of it. (similarly w/ them snapping out of lucifer and amara's control too, cas is able to gain control back for a bit / dean is able to snap out of amara's spell when cas is around)

like obvs i do think the brothers care abt each other but just, nearly every time** they've tried to kill each other it's been other people / circumstances that stop them. whereas for dean and cas it's usually them snapping themselves out of it. and that sure is something !

also like. i can just never ever ever forget dean trying to bargain with chuck to get everyone on earth back including cas (and the birds!) by saying he'll straight up kill sam if that means they all come back (crucially. cas. "you got to bring him back.") he'd kill sam ! that's how crazy desperate he was. he'd be willing to do that if it meant bringing cas back. insane insane. how do the brothers only ppl reconcile with a line like that huh??? i mean, they probs just pretend it doesn't exist. like they seem to do with so much of this show lol

(also the flipside of that line, "or sam will kill me. we'll kill each other" just. speaks to how suicidal he was feeling then imo.)

**sam DOES fight through lucifer's possession and stop him from killing dean in swan song. see more re: this in the replies

#replies #dean studies

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mccnstruck · 1 year

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hHHII i saw ur latest fic and I LVOE IT RBROROOR

could u do akito x f!reader wheheere the reader has a rivalry relationship w akkto (SHH I LOVE ENEMKES TO LOVERS) and normally readers like happy but one day reader is sorta sad,(mommy issjes💀) and akito notices, she trjes to cover up saykg shss okay, but eventually around at the end kf school akito was walking and noticed reader by themselves, and went up to them, just to see their eyes red and puffy, and thejr hands were shaky, then akito asks what’s wrong and again reader says it’s nothing and does a excuse, akito was buying it and gently held their hands to try to stop it from shaking, and reader gets flustred sorta saying shes fine and to let go, akito then says he’ll let go after reader tells their problems, and reader kept denying cause they dont wanna be a burden, andddd you can decide what happens next😭

IM SORRY IF THSI IS TOO MCUH

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags: mentions of derealization, mommy issues, akitos really blunt idfk, profanities, hurt/comfort, not proofread, ooc, not proofread, long fic

a/n: HI !!!! just a few things i wanted to say:

- as soon as i saw mommy issues i RANNNNN with this request. sorry. it might be a lil specific. but. yea 😋.

- sorry but i dont take f!reader !! gives me dysphoria, so it got switched to gn!reader sorry <\3

- i went really deep into this request and may or may not have done a whole akito characterization just to find how he comforts people. so yea

thank you for requesting i hope u enjoy !!!!

Akito sighed while walking through the corridors.

The scent of spring's arrival was felt throughout the school. People sat outside in their free period, windows were open, and the wind breezed through Akito's ginger hair, giving a playful ruffle before escaping through the window to torment another student.

It was a shame Akito didn't spend it with anyone. Toya was busy helping the library, Akito was hiding from An monitering the hallways, and Mizuki was not in school today, or any day for that matter. Talking to the crazy duo in school was absolutely a no-go, and to be fair he didn't feel like talking to any of his classmates.

Welp, he would just have to enjoy the nice weather by himself, he thought.

As if a coincidence, he saw a familiar figure sitting outside a classroom, scribbling notes down. He was too far away to examine the features of the figure, but the aggressiveness of the pen hitting the notebook sent a uneasy feeling in Akito's chest.

He walked closer, to find you, eyes glaring the paper down as if it wronged you. As if it hurt you.

As if the red error marks glared at you, reminding you of the disappointment you would have to face back home.

Akito walked towards you and grinned, unknowing of your situation as of current.

"Hey, [Name]. Preparing for the test?"

You look up and forced the corners of your mouth to turn upward, your eyes contradicting your smile.

"Hey Akito! What's up with you?"

Now that was odd, Akito furrowing his eyebrows with suspicion.

No cheeky remark back, the excessive kindness you were showing him... hell, your eyes looked dull! The shine of the morning sun seemed as if it was absorbed in a black hole of misery, even though the sun shone through the school windows.

Akito glanced at you and your notebook. Now that he had a better view, he noticed the sloppy handwriting and highlighted words that shouldn't have been highlighted. On the middle of the pages, he saw blurred pencil marks as tear marks stained your paper.

"Hey, you seem a 'lil.. off today, everything alright?"

"Yep! Why'd you ask?"

Akito stayed silent, hoping for some truth to come out of your mouth, but alas, he came to no avail.

"No reason. I'ma head out now..."

"Take care!"

Akito nodded his head in acknowledgement and walked away from you, who began to immediately scribble down notes again. Akito took one glance at you, the side of you he had never seen, before turning and going down the stairs. He gave himself a mental note to check up on you by the end of the school day before finally heading to his next class.

But when the final bell did ring and the teacher sighed in relief, Akito walked to what he assumed to be your final class... to not seeing you in the class. He checked the classroom where he saw you last, he checked the courtyard and the commons, he checked the rooftop... but no sight of you anywhere.

He groaned in frustration, and walked down the rooftop stairs. Checking the corridors one last time, he finally decided to give up and walk back down.

I'll just see them tomorrow, they'll probably be somewhat normal by then.

Walking down the stairs in disappointment, he decided to take a shortcut Rui mentioned in passing to exit out from the side of the school. If he just made a left here, and walk down these stairs...

He wouldn't find the exit, but he would've found a pretty familiar backpack. Next to the backpack was a familiar person, in fact, someone he had been meaning to see.

But walking down the stairs, even as his steps echoed through the staircase, you didn't move at all, refusing to look at who was coming down.

He sat on the stairs next to you, and let out a small "hey", hoping for a moment you were alright. He was utterly wrong.

When you raised your head from your hands, Akito's eyes widen at the tear stains down your face. Your hands were shaking, your eyes looked like you've been crying for hours, and with every feature of your shrouded by misery, you could only respond with a "hey."

"[Name]. What happened?"

You try to laugh it off, but it came out weak and desperate for help.

"I'm fine Akito, there's no reason to get so worried."

"You're in the middle of the stairs, looking like you've been crying for hours, your notes from earlier had tear stains when I saw you, and you're telling me there's no need to worry?"

He gently grabbed your shaking hands before you could wipe off your tears and held them in his own. With your hands in his, you were forced to acknowledge his olive green eyes and his stern expression watching you.

"I'm not leaving you here to feel like crap by yourself. We're rivals, but I'm not an asshole either."

"Akito.... it's the end of the day, don't you have to get home anyways...?"

"Don't want to. Rather go to sleep with no worries."

"At least you can let go of my hands."

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong. It's bad to bury your feelings, y'know."

You felt warmth in your chest, whether it was his hands holding yours, the close proximity between you both, or the much needed reassurance you got. You tried pulling your hands away slowly, but he only tightened his grip on yours, rubbing his thumb on your skin.

"Akito... I'm gonna bother you."

"If you're worried about bothering me, good. Bother me as much as you like. You can repay me with a trip to the coffee shop I like, if you really feel bad."

A silence, as Akito watched your face in concentration.

"Could I take you to the cafe right now? It could distract me, and I wanna repay you back now."

"Sure, I'm a little hungry anyways. You might want to wash your face, then we'll head out."

You slung your backpack over with one arm and stood up after Akito. He walked down the stairs, but there was one problem.

"Are you gonna let go of my hand?"

"Nope. Can't have you running off."

You grumbled under your breath a string of curses, saying how "unnecessary he was".

Although you were far from ok, Akito grinned at your remarks, relishing in your usual mood coming back.

You guys walked out of the staircase doors and you got to finally wash your face and fix your appearance, before leaving the school.

The walk to the cafe contained the usual bickering, but you noticed how softer he was with his words. You silently appreciated his comfort, before finally heading in the building.

The bell rings in announcement to your arrival, and the cashier up from greets you with a smile.

"Welcome in!"

You give a small smile to the cashier and Akito does as well. You both look at the menu, discussing the new flavors added, before Akito puts his order in, looking at you. You point to what you want, and Akito adds your order.

The clicks of the cashier added to the coffee roasting and the warm pancakes, while the gentle laughter you heard from the couple next to the door brought you to look around. The lights were dimmed, and plants grew on almost every wall in the cafe. It was slow, not many people were here, yet the scene you were in felt... nice. And with Akito next to you, you almost could..be ok. You realized you would be ok. One coffee date at a time.

Wait. Coffee date?

Your face grew hot at your own thoughts, and you turn away from Akito to pretend looking at anywhere else but him.

Jeez, [Name], get yourself together.

You took a deep breath, and looked back at the counter where the cashier quickly wrote something down.

"Sorry for the delay you two! Your total is 3970 yen."

Akito began to open his backpack, but you were faster, sliding the money towards the cashier. She began to laugh at Akito's surprise, and started to exchange cash for change.

Akito looked back at you and gave a look, his eyes screaming "you-should've-let-me-pay".

The cashier gave you your change and began to work on the order, while you both headed to a seat next to a window. Setting your backpacks down, Akito finally spoke up.

"I was already getting money out, you should've let me paid."

"Well," you grinned, "I had my money out first, slow poke."

"I...slow poke?! When was the last time you did anything in PE??"

"Oi, shut it!"

The rest of your time spent together was well spent bickering and laughing to each other's jokes. Your both grabbed your respective orders, and with the food just melting in your mouth and Akito's company, time passed by like a breeze.

You both snickered at a memory that occured one of your shared classes with him, your laugh getting louder with every second. You clamped your mouth with your hands, but your laughter still seeped through your fingers.

Laughter finally quieting down and the remaining food packed away, you both settled into a comfortable silence. The ambience of people chatting and spoons clicking soon embaced both of you like a blanket, almost comforting.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" Akito asked.

Ah. You knew this moment could only last for so long, yet... you still clinged onto this experience, knowing it was going to escape your grasp and turn into a memory.

Your mind felt as if your body wasn't at the coffee shop, and this was somehow a dream. No matter how much you distract yourself from it, you were always going to be home. home. home? was it even a home? would mother look at you and welcome you h ome? or would her dissatisfaction ooze through the "welcome h om e" rug in the front? when did your home turn into a house, when did you started calling mom mother? when did-

"[Name]?"

"Ah! Sorry Akito, um.. could we stay for a few more minutes?"

He nods in agreement and the silence wrapped you both once again.

"I don't know what you've been dealing with, but... I get not wanting to go home."

"...Really?"

"Yea, plenty of times." He leaned his head on the back of the seat. "My dad, sometimes his words were a bit too much to handle. Sometimes, during days that were hard, his words were too little to matter."

He continued with a serious, more quieter tone. "Truthfully, I just had to keep moving. If i waited for his words of encouragement, I would've waited for too long to pursue my passions. I don't know about you, but time moves too fast to sit and wait for people to agree with you."

You gently nodded your head in understanding, yet...

"How would I explain that to my mom?"

"Hm?"

"Like... she's never happy. Always on me about something. And when I do reach her expectations, she discards everything I do and always needs to say how there's someone better. Someone worth enough for her satisfaction."

Akito sighed in a shared understanding of your situation. Yet, his first words in response contain of, "What are you trying to achieve?"

Your furrow your eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Is your hours of studying and notebooks full of material just for pleasing your mom?"

"I..."

What were you doing this for? Your mom, your future? What were you spending all this time for?

"I'm not trying to give you an identity crisis, or make you decide your future right now. But just... think about that. People are going to be better. That's just something in life. Hell, you could be the worst at something even with all your hard work. You could be the worst at singing. You could be so far away from reaching your goals. Even with hard work, people with talent will still be better than you."

Realizing what he was getting at, you sadly mumbled, "Akito..."

"But if you're gonna be the worst at something, if you're gonna let your mom's words get to you... all that hours of work is gone if you just sit there and let it go to waste."

Akito looked over to you, watching your eyes focus on the table as if something clicked in your head. He softly smiled.

"I've seen your hours of studying. Yea, I'm better at sports, but no way I can compare to your notes. I might have to start commissioning you to do my work for me."

You laughed at his compliment towards you. "Oh, give up on our rivalry?"

"Not in a million years. That is, if you don't ever stop trying. Never stop trying, [Name]."

You looked at the table to hide the tears building in your eyes, but Akito inevitably saw and snickered. "Getting emotional over the truth?"

"Shut it, Akito! That was... actually really good advice. You should be like, an motivational speaker."

"Nope, I think I would insult half of the audience."

"Actually, nevermind. You would yell at the audience."

Laughter rang through one last time, before you both were left smiling.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" Akito asked.

"...Yea. I am."

Making sure you got everything, you both headed to the doors and immediately felt the spring breeze blow through each other's hair.

"I... thank you Akito. For everything today."

Akito stuffed his hands in his pockets and grinned. "Thank you for the food."

You reached your hand out as if to greet him.

Akito grinned and took out one of his hands from his pockets, and shook your hand. "I'll see you around, [Name]."

You waved and finally headed to your respective directions. The memories now ran though your head, but one in particular stuck out.

"Not in a million years. That is, if you don't ever stop trying. Never stop trying, [Name]."

You smiled.

You wouldn't ever stop trying. Thank you, Akito.

When you head back to school the next day, it was all normal. You greeted your friends, and were headed to your first class.

When walking through the halls, you and Akito made eye contact. He bowed his head in respect, and you followed. Smiling you waved at each other before being swept away by the bustling crowds.

The breeze blew through the corridors of the school, wild and free. Whistling a tune, the wind breezed through your hair before escaping through the window to torment another student, and to wish Kamiyama Highschool another day of spring.

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

#akito x reader #akito shinonome x reader #project sekai x reader #shinonome akito x reader #akito shinonome #[ the lost library ]

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sleepythemvp · 1 year

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Hi! Can you please do a headcanon on obey me the 7 brother with mc who has the same personality as onion cookie from cookie run pls. Like, shy, timid, crybaby and afraid of demons because of her nightmares. Always carry her plushie with her as a company.

<Well, i will give you my best try- since my grammar sometimes kinda mess up-

What if MC have the same personality as Onion Cookies?

Warning: Fluff, OOC, Crying and screaming! Yea bad grammar

OBEY ME!

Lucifer

Damn.

Yeaaa idk where to start, how about this? Can you imagine you, yourself just following his order because you scared of him

He look likes he could kill you at any seconds like- the sharp looking eyes ooh-

He just gonna make you sit on his lap while he doing those boring paper work

Asking how’s your day been and why are you have that lil plushy with you 24/7, etc etc, trying to make you feel comfortable

Tell you to have some deep breath when you just about to cry-

Oh hell- hug you gently and I CAN EVEN IMAGINE HIS LITTLE SMILE-

“Hey MC? Can you come here for a second?”

You following his words, come near to the table thats have a lot of paper, prepare to run at any seconds because you might gonna be his next meal in the following breakfast or lunch or dinner.

“W-well, what do you need?-“

You don’t even have time to finish your sentences. He pick you up and place you in his lap, you just look straight, asking yourself what in the devil is going on

“…um- i- why are you-“

“Are you comfortable?”

“Well yes..”

He start to asking you about your day, do you have any trouble, how’s what the meal, anything that make you uncomfortable, what is your favorite type of clothes, how many plushy do you have, how was your sleep, etc and etc-

And it seems like nothing else is going pretty well between both of you, you start to relax your body and mind, oh about the future! Its already up to you.

Mammon

This dudeee

Now we are talking.

GIRL/BRO- THIS CLINGY DEMON IS GONNA ASK YOU FOR YOUR GRIMM SINCE HE LOOK LIKE A ✨P L A Y B O Y✨ and you don’t want to get in any trouble or getting shatter because of him

“Can I touch your plushy” it’s definitely the first thing he will ask when you rush in your room when you doing your homework

Following you for 24/7

He will carry you to the bedroom since you pass out when you first arrived at Devildorm (CARRY TO TAKE CARE NOT THAT KIND OF BOOM SHAKALAKA YOU KNOW?)

“Hey ya MC! How’s the day?”

Fooking kick your door, you accident throwing one of your plushy because you was scared and start to screaming like crazy

Trying to keep you quiet and make you comfortable, because you’re standing on the wardrobe trying to defend yourself from him and sobbing at the same time

When you got down from the wardrobe, he just hug you and ruff your hair

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m here to protect you y’know?”

“O-oh, thank you”

And the you guys just chilling with each other, he will definitely buy something for you like, drink stuff, or just some snacks.

Leviathan

Since both of you are introvert- this is gonna be a pretty awkward moment

He just sitting in front of his pc and you just sitting in front of his manga collection

After like- probably- an hours or so, you guys finally start to speak to each other

“Hey MC! Check out this new anime, it’s really interesting”

“I- never seen anything like this one before!”

And then you guys just sitting on the floor and watching anime with each other. You just hugging your plushy meanwhile he just hugging his body pillow

TBC

<I’m sorry kinda busy lately- this is all I got for you guys atm:,D. Thank y’all for supporting me even though I’m still busy as heck<3 have a nice day, stay hydrated!

Slee is going to take a nap, brb.

#sleetheeels #obey me x reader #obey me #mammon x reader fluff #obey me leviathan #leviathan x reader #lucifer x reader fluff #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon

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oliviqzxz · 1 year

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Part one of my spiderxreader fic!

You have been born on pandora, being daughter of Jake Sully and Neytiri. Sadly, you were born with a heart defect and you have asthma. You cannot run, play or do anything like the other Sully kids, but Neteyam, Tuk, and Kiri are really nice about it and try to help you cope, especially Kiri. You guys are sisters and best friends. You like your childhood friend, Spider, but you think that he’s out-of-your-league.

“Kiri… I’ve told you a billion times that he WOULDN'T like me… he would prefer you over me.” You say to Kiri as you guys sit in the sand.

“Noo you’ve got it all wrong. He does like you, I swear! He has told me,” Kiri exclaims. “You should go ask him out!”

You gaped at her. Does she really expect me to have all that confidence? “No wait, I think you are mistaken, Kiri but my low confidence will not allow that.” Kiri just laughed. “Silly, if you want to date him but you have low confidence, then i'll help you!”

Just then, Spider walks in with Lo’ak.

“Oh hey, monkey boy!” Kiri says jokingly as he sits down next to you.

“Oh, shut up, don’t call me that.” Spider says, but still laughing.

“Hi, Spider!” You say to him. He smiles and returns the greeting. But you notice how he looks at Kiri. What if he likes her? You feel kinda rejected at the though. But, Kiri pays no attention to Spider and looks at you mischievously. Kiri whispers something into Lo’ak ear, and after that, they just leave, laughing and everything. Ohh NOO… i know what she is planning. Looking awkwardly at each other, you and spider think of topics to talk about. Finally, Spider says,” So how's it going? Are you getting better lately?” He smiles and looks at you, but you couldn’t help but turn away as you start blushing.

“Oh yea i am getting better. But I still can’t really keep up with yall.” You sighed, wishing you were able to do what you wanted to do.

He puts his arm around you reassuringly. Your face becomes red and you look away, hoping that he can’t see. “Y/n, look at me! Are you blushing or something?” He laughs and shifts so he can see your face. “Just shut up…” you muttered.

Suddenly, Kiri comes out of nowhere behind you, and says,” You know that she likes you, right, Spider?” *Spider starts blushing madly and can’t comprehend anything anymore*

“W-wait… You do like me?” Spider asks.

“Uhm… yea i do. I’ve been trying to tell you for a long time.” You say. He suddenly takes off the mask and leans in, “Spid-“ you start to say, but you were caught by surprise as Spider kissed you on the cheek. You blush and turn away.

Spider laughs at you and says,”You don’t have to be that shy, Y/n.”

“Oh, just shut up.” You reply, turning back to look at him.

Suddenly, Lo’ak pops out from behind you two. “AYO WHAT YOU DOING WITH SPIDER?!?! Y'ALL REALLY FLIRTING WIT EACH OTHER?!?!?” Kiri kicks him in the knees, forcing him to shut up. He walks over and kicks Kiri. “Oh, shut up, go away. I have something to deal with right now.”

Lo’ak walks away, clearly disappointed.

“Sorry about Lo’ak.” Kiri says, smiling mischievously. “So… are y’all together now?”

“Omg, shut up already.” You mutter while blushing and looking away.

“Haha, im just joking, y/n!” Kiri laughs

#spider x reader #atwow spider #miles socorro #kiri sully #avatar 2022 #avatar the way of water

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intriq · 8 months

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Midnight

warnings: mentions blood, death, little bit of fighting, depression, mentions of guns/getting shot, etc etc NO USE OF Y/N

Part 2 of Little Moon

Part 1, part 2, part 3

Word Count: 5.7k words

Authors discussion n shizzle:

Hi y’all sorry this took so long to do. But it’s here and I’m happy and it’s long as FUCK.

Like it’s twice as long as part 1, and it’s so bad everyone voted I break this up into a 3rd part so like, yea

I’m publishing this while the 2 yr old I’m babysitting is down fr his nap so like woooo

I’d like to thank my beta readers n co owners of Little Moon for reading this shit (I’m sorry if u cried): my bestie aka @deaths-favorite-star , terra, Apollo (Taylor swift and bat brat versions), bri, and lilac

mostly cus without them this wouldn’t even be possible/done lol

let’s get on w this shall we? Hope you all enjoy <3

❉ ╤╤╤╤ ✿ ╤╤╤╤ ❉

Months have passed since your death.

In those months the children of Bruce Wayne, whether adopted or biological, grieve. All of them mourned you.

There are seldom times your grave is without fresh flowers or some sort of visitor, who either sits in silence or just talks to the headstone in a conversation that they know they’ll never get your input on again.

Your bedroom is in the same state of familiarity, too.

On some days, Alfred has to force Bruce to get out of bed or to even come home.

No one looks at Alfred quite the same anymore, but no one looks at Alfred with the same disgust as Alfred’s own reflection.

✧✿✧

Since the funeral, family dinners went from being twice a week, to just once.

And then they went to once a month, with Alfred having to just watch as the number of people who attended them dwindled, before eventually they came to a total stop.

✧✿✧

Today is another day of distant and silent mourning, as Alfred stands in his room, looking through pictures of you and Bruce as children.

Down the hallway as Alfred looks at a picture of you on your seventh (7th) birthday, he hears Cassandra softly crying down the hall in your bedroom.

During your birthday that year, when you’d turned seven (7) years old, Alfred remembers how the only thing you’d asked for was a cake. Specifically, you requested that he let you help him bake your birthday cake.

Alfred can’t help but smile, even just slightly, as he remembers how big of a mess you’d made when you had attempted to dump the entire bag of flour into the mixing bowl.

He also can’t help but remember that after a long day of celebrating your birthday, it was the first night since you’d come to live with him and Bruce that you hadn’t woken up once because of a nightmare.

✧✿✧

Alfred had been in Bruce’s study when the news came.

A tray of food in hand, he’d been begging Bruce to eat something. Anything, even if it was just a piece of toast that he hadn’t prepared himself.

“Master Bruce, you haven’t eaten in the past few days. Please, take at least one bite.”

Bruce only raises his head, dark circles under his eyes as he just blankly stares at him. An almost soulless look, one that gives a hollow feeling of emptiness.

Across the desk in Bruce’s study are papers, books, various gadgets in states of disrepair or in the middle of being made, as well as schematics for them that have the occasional ring-shaped coffee stain on them.

“Not now, Alfred. I have things to do,” Is Bruce’s only reply, a hoarse and exhausted sounding tone held within his words.

Alfred’s coming words of protest are silenced by the sounds of an alarm going off. Not too loud but neither too quiet, but just enough to make Alfred go silent.

NEW HUNTER DETECTED

That’s what the screen on Bruce’s computer read.

Various screens pop up on Bruce’s computer, each showing feed from different CCTV cameras of a person moving through Gotham and killing vampires in their wake.

The videos in question had been saved from numerous different days in the past few weeks, all adding up together once there was enough saved to trigger the algorithm that Tim had made. Specifically, it was designed to use the cameras around Gotham to track and keep note of Vampire Hunters and vampire attacks. Made solely to help prevent someone else from suffering the same fate you did.

All to prevent them from having to lose someone else.

Bruce and Alfred watch as the videos play, watching as the new hunter the algorithm had detected took out various vampires across the city of Gotham. But what made Bruce rub the drowsiness from his eyes as he leans forward, peering closer at the numerous video feeds was not because of how they looked.

No, it was because of how they moved.

The way they moved was eerily familiar. The way they moved with such precision that only got better and better with each new video feed that grew to be more recent was what had Bruce holding his breath.

While they had kept you from knowing the world of Vampire Hunting most of your life, they hadn’t let you be completely defenseless.

Which was why it was so eerie to see that the way this person was moving, was by using moves he’d only ever taught you. It was unmistakable, really. Bruce had grown up with you, knew most of the little habits you had. He knew you better than he knew himself sometimes.

Bruce is unsure if he wants to let himself grow delusional about whether or not it was who he thought it was. Should he? Could he? Was it even worth the pain it’d bring by opening up old wounds, to bring back the choking hold of grief?

Bruce can feel Alfred staring at him, because he gets that same feeling of familiarity. But it should be impossible. It couldn’t be possible.

But was it? Could it be?

Alfred sets the tray of food down on Bruce’s desk, taking the opportunity to clean up some of its disorganized mess. But it’s only because he doesn’t want to let his mind wander like Bruce’s is. He already lets it wander far enough when he looks through photo albums and when he sees his face reflected off the tea he drinks in the morning, in the mirror, off the windows, and on the screen of Bruce’s computer.

Bruce doesn’t even acknowledge the tray of food Alfred leaves on his desk, only getting up after receiving a notification on the screen that the new hunter was spotted again. Bruce already felt the idea of who it could be creeping into his mind and clinging there, leaving him wondering. Wanting to know. Needing to know, to get his question answered.

“I’ll be out for a while.”

“Will I expect you back for dinner today, Master Bruce?”

Alfred is only met with silence as Bruce grabs what he needs and heads out the door. Which gives him his answer.

“At least come back unscathed, Master Bruce. I don’t think they want you to join them just yet.”

“Don’t act like you know what they would’ve wanted, Alfred.”

Alfred goes quiet again. He understands, after all. He knows Bruce is still hurting, just like the others are. Alfred was the last person to see you alive, and was the only one there when you drew your last breath. They resent him for that.

But they also can’t look at him the same after knowing that it was because of him that you drew in that last gasp of air, held in his arms in that cold, dirty alley whilst the sun rose in the distance.

What makes it worse was just how often you used to like watching the sun rise. It was often when the others finally returned from their patrols, having spent all night hunting down vampires to make Gotham even just a little safer.

And every time, you’d be there, waiting for them. You’d welcome them home, tend to their injuries, and if they had a particularly rough night you’d even make them something, though it was usually some sort of baked dessert, like cake or cookies. And even though Bruce had a disdain for anything overly sweet, he’d still eat whatever cake you’d baked for him, even if it was so sweet it made him feel nauseous.

But no matter how much of a disdain Bruce had for sweet foods in general, he never could quite turn them down when you made them. You always had a smile with comforting words to follow, all to mask just how truly worried about him you were. Bruce knew that you always wanted, deep down, for him to stop being a vampire hunter. But you knew he couldn’t nor wouldn’t stop, so you always kept quiet about it.

If you weren’t so worried, if Bruce did anything to ease your worries, would you have let him know that you wanted to be walked home that night? He’d seen the unsent text message. Tim showed it to him. It’d been easy for Tim to find, with how unprotected your phone was from hackers and the like. You had deleted the message, and Bruce knew why.

It was because you felt guilty about even thinking of asking for his help. You knew how busy he was saving Gotham from vampires, which meant you could never work up the courage to ask him. He’d already helped you so many times before, and you barely could do anything to help him. Would things be different, Bruce thinks, if he’d texted you to make sure you got home safe instead of focusing on his patrol? Would you still be here, alive and well? Would you be here, saying goodbye to him as he heads out, telling him to stay safe?

Bruce forces the thoughts to shake free from his head as he swiftly departs, not allowing himself to turn around, knowing only that his heart would ache when he doesn’t see you there waiting for him. It’s always hurt, because the first few days he’d always mistakenly hear you calling out for him, sometimes even thinks he’d see you in the corner of his eye.

But whenever he’d turn and look, you weren’t there, and Bruce remembers.

✧✿✧

It takes a few minutes for Bruce to track down the new vampire hunter who’d somehow been able to avoid making Tim’s detection system go off, as it should have alerted Bruce to their presence months ago. The night is cold since autumn is right around the corner, and it reminds Bruce of just how cold that night was when you’d been brought to Wayne manor.

Bruce reminds himself to focus as he follows the new vampire hunter, who moves through Gotham as if they know the place by heart. Which almost seems odd to know every part of Gotham, when they’d only been detected less than six months ago. It’s odd, because the system has only had a record of their existence from that time frame. The program couldn’t even pick up data from normal Gotham citizens from before that to link it back to them.

It was odd.

So, so incredibly odd. Almost an off-putting, eerie kind. The type you get when you walk down the street at night and suddenly don’t feel alone, like you shouldn’t be there.

Bruce has this odd, eerie feeling for almost fifteen minutes before he realizes. The world’s greatest detective, they say, and it took him fifteen minutes of following this new vampire hunter to realize they were leading him in a circle. That they knew they were being followed.

When Bruce realizes he’s been following the new vampire hunter blindly for fifteen minutes in that same circle, the vampire hunter seems to know, too.

“Took you long enough to notice, Batman. You're getting awfully slow.”

Why does that voice sound so familiar?

Why does Bruce feel like he’s heard it somewhere before? And why is the familiarity hurting him?

Bruce leaps down from the rooftop he rests upon, landing on the street beside them. That feeling that screams in Bruce’s head that he knows who this vampire hunter is, who they are underneath the mask, is hideously strong. Almost sickeningly so.

But who is it?

Bruce narrowly avoids the punch the vampire hunter has swinging his way when he snaps out of his thoughts. Getting distracted and in a daze when confronting someone isn’t smart, he knows that. He taught Dick and Jason never to lose focus in a fight.

But yet here he is, losing focus.

Jason would probably find it ironic if he were here right now.

“Focus, Batman. Isn’t that what you taught those boys of yours?”

Behind Bruce’s mask, his face is scrunched up in confusion. Contorted as he continues to try and avoid getting hit, because he hates just how easy it is for him to lose focus because of just one thought.

But yet, even despite how familiar these moves are- which are the only reasons he’s able to avoid them even at the last possible moment- there’s something that bothers him, something that he realizes. The vampire hunter who is fighting him, attacking him, isn’t doing it with the purpose most others would.

It’s almost like it’s some sort of warning, as they change the trajectory of their moves to only hit the most non-vital points. Areas where it won’t do anything but leave a nasty bruise.

Which is odd, considering Bruce now realizes after a particular glint in the fluorescent lighting of the street lights that line the roads of Gotham, when the mask of the vampire hunter before him slips just enough when Bruce finally strikes back is that there are fangs.

Fangs.

The vampire hunter right in front of Bruce, the one that has managed to evade program that Tim spent weeks coding, the same vampire hunter that is refusing to strike Bruce anywhere vital as if some sign of guilt, is a vampire.

A vampire, hunting down and killing other vampires. Killing them. In a most brutal fashion, too, based on what Bruce and Alfred saw in the collected video files.

Why is a vampire, a creature that exists to attack and feed off of humans, trying to avoid hurting him?

Why?

Bruce can’t make sense of it. He can’t. There is virtually no reason for any vampire in Gotham, in the entirety of this world, that they would be trying to not hurt him.

Most vampires attempt to kill him on sight. So why isn’t this one? Why is it acting so… odd?

Bruce twists around the outstretched, reaching arm of the vampire hunter as they move in a pattern that Bruce is quickly learning. They never differ or change the pattern, no matter how often Bruce is able to evade their attacks. And with that open window of opportunity, he takes the chance to collect a sample of their DNA.

Some blood, to be specific.

The vampire… hunter lets out some sort of noise of pain. Not quite a shriek, nor a yelp, but just a noise. And just as soon as they started attacking Bruce, they are trying to flee.

And before Bruce can attempt to stop them, they are gone.

But that’s fine, because Bruce has what he came for. A blood sample.

Enough for Bruce to test, to compare to others in the database to see who they are.

Because that is the question lingering on his mind. Who is it? Just who is this new vampire hunter that has been able to leave a growing pile of bodies in their wake in just mere months?

✧✿✧

Bruce doesn’t waste a moment, ignoring Alfred’s pleas to let him look over and treat his injuries, as minor as they are. Just a few bruises that will heal.

He doesn’t waste a moment in immediately getting to work on finding out who that vampire is. Who the vampire hunting down and killing other vampires is, who they are underneath that mask.

After loading the sample into the batcomputer, he waits. Sitting there with so much impatience, so eager to find out who it is. It’s almost suffocating just how badly he wants it to just finish already, to just show him the results.

Alfred takes the opportunity, though, to place another tray full of food in front of Bruce. Because it’s now been a few days since Bruce last ate, and the only thing he’s done is keep himself hydrated.

Bruce attempts to protest, but he relents at the painful gnawing in his stomach. No longer able to keep himself sufficiently distracted to not notice just how hungry he is. But all he does is take small, slow bites, watching the progress the batcomputer is making on the sample.

He eats so slowly that by the time the sample is eighty [80] percent analyzed, the food has grown cold. So cold that it makes Bruce not want to eat anymore, even if he’s barely even touched any of the food. But Alfred is happy anyway, because he’s happy that Bruce has something in his stomach.

Even if it’s not a whole lot.

✧✿✧

When Bruce saw the results, his mouth went dry. His chest felt like an unrelenting void, filled with a crashing tidal wave. The creeping feeling that fills him is just as terrifying.

Alfred had to practically pry Bruce away from the batcomputer, as he mumbles nothing but words about how the results had to be wrong.

How there was no possible way that the blood sample belonged to and came from just who the batcomputer said it did.

So now here everyone was, called here by Alfred. Stated to be an absolute and utter emergency, and that excuses would not be tolerated. It was absolutely mandatory, and emergencies were to be ignored because this was the emergency.

Jason didn’t want to be here. Dick didn’t want to be here.

None of them wanted to be here. Not in the same home they’d ‘grown up’ in, that now held nothing but bitter reminders of a certain death. The death of someone they viewed as a child, a sibling, a parent. A role model.

You. Your death.

But yet here they are. Unable to avoid it, because it was an order. An order that it was an emergency, and no one could turn away when someone raises the alarm about something being an emergency.

When everyone arrives, Bruce is already seated in his office. He almost seems emotionless, like there isn’t even an ounce of life behind his eyes as he simply stares ahead, blankly.

He doesn’t even react when they all close the door behind themselves, his eyes only moving up once Dick stands in front of him.

“Why were we called here, Bruce?”

Dick’s voice sounds tired. But that’s because he is tired. He’s so, so tired of grieving. Of mourning you. Of feeling like that total and utter failure that he knows he is because he got lazy on one stupid patrol.

He’s tired of feeling like this. Feeling like he’s stuck in a deep pit of sadness and guilt, sadness because you died. Guilt because you died when he wasn’t looking hard enough. But yet, there’s also anger.

Anger at himself.

But Bruce doesn’t have the energy to answer Dick’s question, so Alfred does the talking. He shows the videos, also shows Bruce’s encounter with the vampire hunter. Everyone doesn’t quite understand just why there was an emergency meeting being called over a vampire hunter. Sure, it was alarming they were a vampire but that wasn’t cause for an emergency.

That is, until Alfred shows the results from the batcomputer. Results of who the DNA belongs to.

And while some seem surprised, some in a state of utter shock, others just feel.. Numb. Like there was nothing they could feel besides the ever consuming pit of nothingness in their chest.

But everyone is in disbelief, just as Bruce was. Is, more like.

The results showed a one-hundred [100] percent match for the last person they expected. The last person they even wanted to believe it could be.

You.

You, who was supposed to be dead. Buried six [6] feet under the ground in the cemetery on the grounds of the Wayne manor.

Dick wants to feel sick. Jason, too. Damian feels his stomach lurching as well, but he doesn’t let it show. He refuses to.

They all don’t want to believe the results are true, just as Bruce did. Because it should be simply impossible, right? They all made sure you were dead before burying you.

“But that’s impossible. We made sure. Alfred-... He…” The words choke and die in Tim’s throat. But everyone knows what he means. How could they not?

Alfred made sure, because he was the one who dealt the killing blow.

Those are the words that go unspoken. The truth, as disgusting and heavy as it is.

But is it the truth? Did Alfred actually deal the killing blow?

And the truth is, they hadn’t double checked. So lost in their grief over your bloody body that Alfred brought back to the manor they hadn’t even bothered to check and make sure that Alfred had actually shot you in the heart.

They had just assumed he had.

“Alfred… You.. You checked, right?”

Dick’s voice is shaky, as ragged and rushed as his breathing. He feels like he already knows the answer, but god does he want to be wrong.

But the way Alfred clenches his jaw and his eyes focus on that abandoned tray of food from much earlier, food long since grown cold, gives Dick his answer.

“Bruce? You checked, right?”

Tim is the one to ask this time. Because surely, there is no way that Bruce didn’t check and confirm for himself. He’s thorough, he always is. There isn’t any realm of possibility that Bruce didn’t check… Right?

Right?

When Bruce doesn’t answer, there’s a look of disbelief on just about everyone's faces. Bruce Wayne, the ever thorough and the world’s ‘greatest detective’, renowned vampire hunter Batman, didn’t double check that you were dead?

“You checked, right?”

“No. I didn’t.”

And now everyone is left with the horrifying, dawning realization of just one thing. A simple thought that is horrifying to picture, to imagine. To even now be known as a reality.

They’d practically buried you alive.

Everyone quickly dispersed after that. No one could stand to be in the same room as each other, because even though they know they rightfully have no right to blame one another, even though they could blame themselves, it’s all they think about.

You were alive. Alive.

All this time you’d been alive while they mourned you. While Dick blamed himself, while Damian blamed Dick for the reason you were no longer present.

Damian feels sick to his stomach at just how angry he was at Dick in the past. Of the things he’d said to him, blaming him for your death. When you weren’t even dead.

Jason can feel nauseating guilt creeping in his chest, too. Ripping open a swallowing, fathomless pit. He’d screamed at Alfred. Been angry with him, caused him so much pain. Alfred hadn’t even killed you, and he’d been so angry at Alfred.

But the sudden appearance of the vampire hunter is making sense. It coincides with your death, somewhat. With the recovery period a vampire would need to recover from a wound like the one you’d taken.

But it makes so, so much sense.

✧✿✧

Six months ago is when Cass was out tracking a vampire. Well, more-so a large nest of them. One that held connections in various cities, dangerous and leaving an endless, bloody wake of victims.

Perhaps it was because of the grief clouding her mind, that thought of how this group could be the ones responsible. The one responsible for your death.

So she got sloppy. Just a little bit. Enough to make a small error that she normally wouldn’t make.

Cass hadn’t taken the time she usually did to make sure she was sure of just how many vampires actually lived in that nest before she charged into it to take out the vampires that resided there. The information hadn’t been totally accurate, it’d missed a few vampires. So she’d been quickly overrun, out of supplies with not even enough bullets to last her.

But just as Cass thinks she’s going to die for her margin of error, as she decides to resign to her fate because hey, it means she’ll get to see you again, the vampires that are about to kill her are dead.

And there’s a figure standing over their bloody remains that seems oddly familiar to Cass. But she can’t quite place it. At least, she couldn’t then.

“I thought you were taught better than this. This is a stupid mistake, even for you.”

Before Cass can ask the obvious question that’s scratching at the back of her mind, the figure is gone just as quick as they appeared. Leaving nothing evident of their presence, besides the dead vampires.

✧✿✧

They’d all been in some sort of predicament caused by their overwhelming grief that meant they’d needed someone to save their ass. And you had. You’d been there to rescue them from their mistakes every single time.

You’d saved Cass from death, been there to save Jason during the few times he’d been distracted [even if all he’d glimpsed of you was your retreating silhouette], and so much more.

But why had you never shown yourself to them? Why had you let them wallow in their own self pity and grief over your death, when you hadn’t even died?

Perhaps there was an answer to this question they didn’t yet have.

But it was no matter. They had time to get the answer they so desperately wanted. They had a means to find you the next time you appeared, all they had to do was wait.

✧✿✧

And wait they did.

It took almost a week before you appeared again, presumably to lay low for a while after that encounter with Bruce. As if it would stop them from figuring out the truth.

They’d even checked your grave. And god, were they horrified to find that it was empty, just as they’d feared.

But yes, when you’d appeared again after lying low for a week, Jason was the one sent to go talk to you. You’d always had a soft spot for him, after all.

So in his Red Hood gear, he approaches you. He wasn’t even sure if he should be surprised that you seemed to know he was there the moment he’d landed on that same rooftop as you.

But maybe he should, since he knows neither Bruce nor Alfred gave you any training to be a vampire hunter. They wanted you to stay as far away as possible from it, after all.

But perhaps that distance is why you’d never stood a chance the night you’d been attacked. Maybe it was the lack of making sure you were prepared to face the threats that lie in the very shadows they hunted in.

Jason sees your moments from fleeing from the way you visibly tense up and flinch when he steps closer to you, so he stops. He entirely freezes, because the last thing he wants is for you to disappear again.

“We know it’s you,” Is all Jason calls out, paired with your name instead of the nickname he’d always refer to you by. A parental nickname, something similar to the way children call their parents Mom or Dad, but entirely different and unique to you.

Jason watches the way you seem to think, still frozen in a stance that says you're seconds from fleeing, that him making the wrong choice is all it takes for you to disappear. But this time it’d be Jason’s fault that you're gone, not Dick’s.

“We aren’t mad, I promise.”

Bad thing to start off with, Jason. Now you’ll think they all were mad.

“What I meant to say is… We all miss you. When you died- thought you died, we didn’t know what to do.”

Jason is practically grasping at straws. He can see his words aren’t reaching you in the way he is hoping, wanting them to. He’s never been good at the comforting stuff, never been good at talking someone down. Not like Alfred is, not like Dick is. Not like Barbara, too.

What would they even say to you?

Jason feels lost, because just why did they send him to talk to you, instead of anyone else?

Well, not sending Alfred is understandable. He’d been the one to shoot you, and Jason knows that he wouldn’t want to see the Joker again, to be the one to talk to him. But what about Dick and Barbara? What would they do?

Jason doesn’t even know if attempting to continue to comfort you is worth it, especially not when it doesn’t even seem to be working.

“Why?”

Those words slip past Jason before he can even get a chance to stop himself. But it’s a question he really, really wants an answer to. Well, not just want. He needs to know. He needs to know why you’ve let them all sit and rot inside their grief and despair, even as understandable as it may be for Alfred because even he understands that seeing the person who killed you is not easy.

Well, not that Alfred even killed you. Almost killed you, which Jason understands. The Joker had almost killed him then, too. Instead he’d lived because some weird ‘miracle’ left him being some freak of nature, a half human but not entirely vampiric person.

Like some curse.

“I was supposed to be dead.”

“I get that.”

“Plus.. I’m a vampire, Jason. I’m a danger to you guys. What if.. What if I lose control? Like I did that night?”

He knows what you're talking about. The night you’d attacked Bruce before… Alfred shot you. Jason remembers hearing about it from a very heartbroken Bruce, although the heartbreak wasn’t easy to see on the surface. But Jason had known. So had everyone else.

After all, they’d all been pretty much trained and raised by Bruce. They knew what he was feeling- most of the time. Though they couldn’t see it as easy as Alfred did.

“We could’ve found ways around it that didn’t mean you totally avoided us,” Jason says those last words with more bitterness than he should’ve. He knows he has no right to be angry, doesn’t even deserve to be. But he can’t help it, not with how he can only rethink on just how he’d treated Alfred because of it.

“Because of that we treated Alfred-” He cuts himself off, not wanting to spew those words out. Doesn’t even want them to fall past his lips. But it’s far too late, judging by the way your eyes narrow and your head practically snaps toward him.

“What did you all do?”

The venom in your voice when you hear those words is unmistakable. Sure, you wouldn’t be able to look at Alfred the same because he’d been the one to shoot you, but you still understood why he had.

You were a vampire. Something dangerous, and he was doing what needed to be done.

Before Jason can even try to backpedal he’s already spewing to you how everyone’s treated Alfred since you’d ‘died’. Everything. Including how he’d screamed at Alfred after hearing what your last words were from him, down to him destroying his room, Bruce’s new attitude, everything.

“Why would you all do that?” You’d hissed almost immediately after he’d finished telling that tale. Disbelief is just about the only thing you feel, along with those other bitter emotions you were currently feeling.

“He killed- we thought he’d killed you, and we just.. We were angry! Because he took you away from us!”

When had you even marched over to him? Was it while he was speaking those venomous words about how Alfred had killed you, taken you from them? Or was it sooner?

Was he blinded by his own emotions to even notice?

Nevertheless, you're pretty much right in his face, and while Jason is expecting you to scream at him, maybe even yell, raise your voice somewhat, you don’t. Perhaps it’s worse that you sound calm.

“Alfred did what he needed to, what he had to.”

“But you were our family!”

“I do not deserve special treatment because I helped raise you all. Not because I was the person Bruce viewed as a little sibling, and the person Alfred viewed as his own child.”

“But-”

You silence him by raising a hand up, your eyes squeezed shut in the way it does when you’d had headaches in the past, pinching the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb.

“Tell me, Jason, would any of you have been able to do it then, hmm? Do you know how hard it was for Alfred to even point the gun at me without his hands shaking? Without crying? Would either of you have been able to pull the trigger instead of Alfred?”

Jason stays silent, and when you open your eyes to glare at him, demanding an answer like those times you’d interrogated him after he’d been stupid and nearly gotten himself killed on those patrols back when he was younger, back when he was just Robin and training under Bruce’s watch.

And he only shakes his head.

“But I promise I’ll be back.. Someday, I don’t know when. Don’t know if it’ll be soon, or if it’s not for years ahead. But I can promise that, okay?”

You really didn’t know just what else to say, honestly. You already had plans for what your coming moves were, for your motives. You knew Jason was wondering that just by glancing at him, even if you couldn’t see his face behind his helmet.

“And if you want, you can try to help me, if it’ll make you.. I don’t freaking know, feel better, I guess?”

“How?”

“You’ll see. It’ll be an answer to my motives and why I’ve been so secretive I guess. I’ll tell you how you can help me later.”

Jason wants to say something, but he doesn’t know if he should even be surprised you already know what it is he wants to say. “Oh, and don’t tell anyone I’m letting you help me. That part stays a secret, got it?”

Jason only nods in reply, and with that, you’ve disappeared from Jason’s sight, leaving him alone on that rooftop to think through his thoughts. And of your words, of course. To muddle them over, to debate whether or not he even accepts the notion of helping you.

With keeping it secret being the price he pays.

❉ ╧╧╧╧ ✿ ╧╧╧╧ ❉

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾

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{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗎, 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽. }

"(S/n) what the hell do you mean you're failing your class?!" Your son looked at you like a secret had been let loose. Because it did.

"Pssh mama w-what are you talking about?" You could hear the fear in his voice. "Your school just called me and said that I need to have a parent teacher conference cus you failing their class. What subject?"

"Science but the teacher's off." You hum watching your son fiddle with his fingers. "He's off... so you just fail your classes?" He sighed looking off to the side.

"Alright here's what’s finna go down. I'm taking you to school tomorrow, you are grounded and you better not touch that game."

He tsked. "Cmon mommy!" You raised your finger. "Boy don't play with me. You're going to your grandma's house where you know she don't got Wi-Fi or electronics."

He groaned and you gave him that glare that made him shut up. "And while you're there for the weekend you're studying. Don't play with my mama or she's gonna beat your ass."

He grumbled stepping up the stairs. "And you bet not slam my damn doors!"

・❥・

"Hello I'm (s/n) mother. I heard that he was having some trouble in this class?" You look up a tall pale man with slender golden eyes stood before you.

You examine the man feeling like unsuspecting prey to a disguised predator, you understood why your son thought he was weird, his hair pinned back in one of those safety caps

"Ah yes (s/n) is a very bright boy I just think he's affected by the influence of his friends. They don't seem to pay too much attention to the lessons."

You looked inside the window through the door giving your son a hard glare watching as he puts his head onto the desk.

A hand stroked the corner of your shoulder making you focus your attention to the culprit, you hadn't even noticed when he touched you.

"It's fine Ms. (Y/n), my son used to act the same way in another class... and later today—" He hand went down your arm, gently caressing your elbow, causing you to laugh nervously.

"—We'll talk about what we can do for his grades. It's fine since we're only into half the second quarter. He has more than enough time to pull up his grade."

"Yeah sure, umm, I'm running late for work but we'll talk more on this later. And it's no trouble to move his seat around if you think it'll help him focus better."

You thanked the man glancing at your child giving a little wave that he reciprocated before taking your leave.

・❥・

"Thanks ma for taking him. Please watch him make sure he's studying and understanding... mmhm ... yea..yea. Thanks ma. Love you bye." You hung up the phone sighing raking your fingers through your twists.

You got started on a small dinner since Mr. O requested to have the conference at your home. His reason being that he has classes all day and paperwork after he didn't want to sit inside the school any longer.

You didn't necessarily have a problem with it, it was just...strange.

・❥・

A knock on the door startled you. "Good evening Mr. O. I made dinner so hope you have an appetite. Are you allergic to anything?"

"I have worked up quite a hunger and I'm not allergic to anything thanks for your concern." A sly smile framing his face, one that you didn't catch, too busy fixing up your plates to notice

You place a plate in front of him, eyeing as he took a bite, his face showing surprise. "I'm sorry it's just...this is amazing." You playfully waved him off.

・❥・

"So is there anyway he could... I don't know get tutoring?" You questioned the male who looked slightly different from earlier, his hair fell against his shoulders, a few strands framing his face.

His eyes held a certain mischief to them. You both are sat on your living room couch, finding comfort in how his hands held yours, too much so where you ignored the boundaries of unprofessionalism.

"I mean of course my dear, tutoring is no big deal and it's not out of the way, but there are some things that perhaps...you can do to help." He makes it sound as if he's asking you.

Pulling back as you looked at him skeptically. He had to reel you in. "I mean that's only if you want him to pass. I would personally take all the chances I could if my son were failing. But it's fine you have your doubts."

You hurry to hush him. "Umm no no that's not wha— I mean I'll do anything." A scheming smirk found his face. You had fell right into his trap.

"Alright my dear. Take off your pants." You looked at him baffled. "I-I'm sorry what??" You stutter. "Your pants. Take them off. Please my dear, I don't have all night."

You slowly pulled your pants off leaving you in a (f/c) lace thong. He spread your legs, putting your feet up on the couch.

Orochimaru sat on his knees leaning close to your clothed pussy taking in a big whiff as his hands held the back of your thighs.

You let out a whimper turning your head, your face hot, the feeling of his nose on your clit through the fabric, and the embarrassment of this situation.

He couldn't help but laugh at the wet spot that stained the center of your panties. "And here I thought you reluctant." You mumble a soft rebuttal that he didn't see the need to regard

"Let me just enjoy my dessert." He slid your panties to the side your arousal coating a perfect glaze over your pussy. He spreads you watching you clench around nothing.

Using his thumb, he smeared your cum on your pussy, tracing your hole, dragging it upwards to circle your clit. He watched you shiver ready to close your legs before you stopped yourself.

"You should be ashamed of yourself; getting this wet." He ridicules. "It's not my fault." You mumbled just before a moan slipped pass your lip as he kissed the sensitive nub. "H-haven't done this in a long time."

He ran his tongue from your hole to your clit sucking it, pulling away to watch your expression as he spat on your pussy. "F-fuck." You moaned, the man watched it dribble down your folds then licking it up.

"Sh-shit shit sir!" You bucked feeling the hot muscle tickle at the entrance of your hole. You moan watching him eat you out, his unnaturally long tongue stroking and brushing around your cunt.

Jolting you cried out, feeling his tongue enter inside of you, he massaged your clit holding you still, his other arm slung over your torso.

Burying his face into your pussy, shaking his head from side to side, smothering himself in between your legs. With all of his ministrations you quivered.

He felt you clamp around his tongue, your hips thrusted into his face. You trembled coming down from your high as Orochimaru pulled away slurping the rest of your juices.

He stood up fixing himself, observing how you twitched, pressing your legs close. He bent forward grabbing your chin staring at your lust filled face.

"That was nice... We'll keep having parent teacher 'conferences' unless you want your son to fail my class." Your eyes widened a fraction, catching the smirk on his face.

"You fu—" He interrupts. "We wouldn't want that happening, would we?" You paused, shocked by the reveal of his true colors. He pats your face the cunning smile burned into your brain as he heads towards the door.

"I'll see you next week for a follow up conference. Have a goodnight Ms. (Y/n)." You hugged your knees hearing the door shut. "What the fuck."

#city.writes #black writers #x black fem reader #black yn #orochimaru x black!reader #naruto orochimaru #i haaate orochimaru lol #only reason i write for him is cuz his tongue #It ain’t a lot of stories for him cuz i literally don’t like him 😭

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stevenuniversexreader · 8 months

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Could you do B, J, L, N, & Q for Amethyst? Also maybe F, T, and W for Lapis?

Sure thing! But ima do it separate for the master list!

So look for the next post or the master list cause lapis will be separate from this!

Character: Amethyst

Letters: B,J,L, N, And Q

B-Being Best Friends

-Amethyst is crazy. In a good way, most of the time?

-Yea but anyhow she’s a very fun friend to have around, maybe a little to fun. She’s all about breaking rules and having fun, and is always trying to encourage you to join in as well.

-Pearl has had to pull you out of it and stop Amethyst because she was getting to out of hand.

-Amethyst is usually very chill so she’s cool with just hanging around and playing video games. Especially when there’s food around.

J-Joking Around with each other

-She’s the queen of jokes. She’s all about it. Many gems would rather not joke around at all because they follow commands and other tasks that are important.

-But even Pearl and garnet don’t joke around to much and there free from that. Amethyst on the other hand, has always been a big joker.

-You and her will say random things and stuff while laughing your butts off. Sometimes, it’s way to annoying for pearl to be around and she has to leave.

-You two will joke around about each other, but nothing too serious where it hurts your guy’s feelings.

L-Lounging around on a lazy day

-When is Amethyst not lazy? The only times she’s not lazy is when she’s doing a gem mission or hanging around Steven around town. But that’s not even a lot sometimes.

-But if there’s a day where no one is busy, and there’s no important tasks or mission to be done, then she’ll be extra lazy.

-You two will sit on Stevens bed and watch movies while eating tons of food. You also play video games.

-Or, you’ll bring a device over to the temple so you and her can watch something on the coach.

N-Netflix and Chilling

-I don’t know something tells me that she spends most of her time on Netflix-

-Steven doesn’t necessarily have Netflix because of the type of TV he has, but maybe she watches it at Vadalia’s or maybe she has a tv in her room?

-But anyways, she most likely will come over to your house so your both not bothered by any of the other gems.

-You make tons of snacks and bring drinks so you guys can have a comfortable time.

-You guys do yell at the tv though if a character is being in idiot. She most likely will laugh if one gets hurt.

Q-Quarelling with you

-Amethyst isn’t the type of person to get into really heated arguments on a normal basis. Sure, Pearl and her do argue, but it’s nothing too serious.

-But if she’s feeling bad about her self or something happened and you trigger that somehow, she’ll take it out on you.

-She’ll start raising her voice at you but not yelling. She gets tears in her eyes from what happened and the argument itself.

-She’s pretty stubborn so it can be difficult to calm her down or get her back on her good side.

-You usually have to apologize first even though you never really start the arguments. But, she gets super guilty and can’t help but say sorry, even if it doesn’t sound like a sorry. But you know her and know she’s trying her best.

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~Goofing around ~

Summary: While Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu stay to settle at the old lady’s place, they decide to go to sleep. But something more playful comes their way🪶

(I took a scene from a episode and changed it to make it a playful time lol)

Orange text=Zenitsu

Blue text= Inosuke

Green text=Tanjiro

All of them are laying down on the beds the sweet lady offered them. Tanjiro is in the middle so Inosuke and Zenitsu don’t fight, But Zenitsu and Inosuke can’t seem to get along still. Zenitsu is still annoyed with how Inosuke acted back at the creepy mansion where they found the older brother of the 2 younger kids.

“You sorry?…” He asked with a straight face.

“Not really.” He told him with a straight face making Zenitsu more annoyed.

“JUST APOLOGIZE!!” He yelled. His straight face was replaced with a angry look. “Forget it!” The 2 seemed to start arguing again.

“Hey! Be nice!” Tanjiro scolded both of them. He couldn’t understand why they can’t just make up and be friends.

“Look Inosuke…We just won’t eat with you if you act that way.”

“Huh?! How’s that related?!” Inosuke was confused by this.

“Because meals always taste better when you eat together y’know?…”

“Yea, he’s right!” He responded.

“Did the 2 of you hit your heads or something?” He asked with a werid look. Although Inosuke still was talking calm. Despite him being aggressive….He’s not really yelling! So far… “LIKE YOUR THE ONE TO TALK ABOUT THAT!!” Zenitsu yelled AGAIN. These 2 really started to annoy Tanjiro. He remembers how his little siblings would argue and whine a lot which drove Tanjiro crazy as a older brother. But now that he lost all his little siblings besides Nezuko. He missed them so so much…The poor boy has been through a lot and still manages to keep a smile on his face.

Tanjiro just chuckles. His annoyance now gone. “You guys are starting to remind me of my younger siblings who used to argue with each other a lot.” Boy…He should have never said that.

“Wait what?” He tilts his head. While Inosuke seems offended by this comment.

“EH?! WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN GONPACHIRO?! ARE YOU TRYING TO OFFEND US?” Inosuke sits up from his bed and looks at Tanjiro straight in the eyes giving him a angry glare.

“W-What? No no! It’s not like that! I just find it funny! That’s all! I wasn’t trying to offend you guys. And for the record…My name is Tanjiro not Gonpachiro!” He seems embarrassed about saying that, he never wanted to make his friends upset by this. He also wishes Inosuke would say his name correct for once lol.

“WHY ARE YOU GETTING OFFENDED SO EASILY?! Don’t worry, Tanjiro! I’m not offe-” Zenitsu is interrupted by Inosuke.

“HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME?! YOU KNOW WHAT U WERE SAYING! YOU SHALL SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!” Inosuke yells at Tanjiro, still saying his name wrong. As he tries to tackle Tanjiro. Zenitsu tries stopping him by grabbing his arms.

“Hey hey! Enough Pighead! Leave him alone he didn’t want to offend you!”

“GET OFF ME! I NEED TO TEACH THIS IDIOT NOT TO MESS WITH ME!” Inosuke pushes Zenitsu off him pretty harshly that Zenitsu even yelps. But he doesn’t care. He glares at Tanjiro. “Inosuke! C-Calm down! I was just- AGH!” He is tackled by Inosuke. Zenitsu immediately screams.

“TANJIROOOOOO! NOOOOOO!! DONT HURT-…Huh?…” As he tries to defend Tanjiro he realizes something… Tanjiros Hands are pinned down by Inosuke, Inosuke uses his free hand to tickle Tanjiros neck and armpits. Inosuke….is tickling him?…Zenitsu just watches with a confused look and raised eyebrow while Tanjiro is dying of laughter.

“AHAHAHA! INOSUKE- HAHAHA PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!!! IM SORRY! AHAHAHAHAHA!” He laughed hysterically as Inosuke got his worst spots tickled.

“Oh your sorry? Well I’m not stopping! This is what you get. Mwahaha! Die, die, die!” Inosuke tickles very fast and this just makes poor Tanjiro laugh even more hysterically. His laugh is so adorable!

“ZENITSUUU! HELP! *snort* AHAHAHA! ME! HAHAHAHA” he cries out. Zenitsu thinks about it for a second…Before joining Inosuke and tickling Tanjiro too. He tickles his sides and stomach making him squeal.

“Sorry, Tanjiro…But I’m honestly REALLY enjoying your laugh!” He chuckled.

“That’s right! He’s on team Inosuke! We are gonna tickle the life out of you. HIYAAA!” He tickles Tanjiro EVEN faster! While Zenitsu focuses on tickling his sides and stomach. Tanjiro can’t even breath anymore due to how much it tickles! But…Thankfully…After 3 more minutes of tickles…They let him go. Poor Tanjiro is breathing heavily.

“You ok?” Zenitsu helps Tanjiro sit up.

“Yes…I just…am out of…breath…” He breathes heavily and chuckles with Zenitsu.

“We are still friends right?…” He asks worried.

“Of course! Of course! Don’t you worry. :D”

“HAH! Your pathetic! Can’t even handle a few tickling?!” Inosuke wiggles his fingers.

“Oh shut up! Leave him be!”

“I’m not talking to you, noisy!” He rolls his eyes. While Zenitsu suddenly has an idea.

“Hey Inosuke…Your not ticklish are you?! I know you aren’t pathetic.” Zenitsu gives him a playful smirk.

“Well, of course not!…Tsk…” He seems to be avoiding eye contact.

“Inosuke, why are you avoiding eye contact?!” He chuckles. Tanjiro seems to find Inosukes reaction funny. It’s clear he is lying.

“Be quiet, Monjiro! I’m just focusing on something else!” Inosuke seems to be having a tiny bit of blush on his face. Both Zenitsu and Tanjiro laugh at this.

“Sure buddy…Sure…” Zenitsu smirks more.

“Everyone is ticklish! There is no need to be embarrassed by it, Inosuke!” He chuckles some more and tries to reassure him.

“Shut up! Shut up! I’m not ticklish! I am not weak, hmph!” He makes a pouty face and looks the other way crossing his arms. Tanjiro giggles at his reaction while Zenitsu sneaks up behind him and starts to tickle his ribs. “H-HEY! HAHA WHAHAHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING, IDIOT? HAHA!!” He tries pulling away from Zenitsu. By trying to punch him and push him away but nothing is working.

“You are ticklish! I knew it! Tickle tickle tickle! Guess your not the big strong man you are huh?!” He moves to his armpits. Making Inosuke laugh EVEN harder. His laugh is werid….But at the same time goofy!

“YOU DUMB@SS!! AHAHAHA! I HATE YOU SOHOHO MUCH! GAHAHAHAHA! *snort* HAHAHA!!” Inosuke is now on the floor trying to fight Zenitsu off. And it seems to be working. Zenitsu quickly panics and tries yelling for Tanjiro.

“TANJIRO!! HELP ME DEFEAT HIM! I CANT DO IT BY MYSELF AHHHH!” He’s now pinned down by Inosuke.

“Sorry, Zenitsu…But since you helped Inosuke instead of helping me…Your on your own this time!” He gives a slight smirk.

“WHATTT?? TANJIRO PLEASEEE! I DONT WANNA SUFFER!” He whined.

“HAH! YOU HEARD HIM! YOUR SO DEAD!!” Inosuke tries to pin his arms down. But Zenitsu isn’t making it easy. He keeps wiggling and trying to kick him.

“OI! QUIT MOVING AROUND! OR IL DO THIS THE HARD WAY!” Inosuke threatened him. He was getting so mad that Zenitsu wouldn’t stop moving.

“Don’t worry! Il help you, Inosuke.” Tanjiro grabs Zenitsu arms and pins them down, While Inosuke managed to pin his legs down too.

“I’m still gonna do this the hard way! So you better be ready!”

“W-Wait! No please! I promise Il stop moving just don’t do it the hard way!” He really began to panic. He couldn’t wait for what Inosuke was about to do. Inosuke tries moving the clothes the old lady offered them to expose his bare belly only. When he saw Inosuke take a deep breath…He knew it was absolutely over for him.

“NO NO NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! NOOO!” He yelled in panic.

“THIS IS FOR TRYING TO ATTACK ME, YOU LITTLE IDIOT!!” Before you know it. Inosuke faceplants into his stomach and starts to give him massive aggressive raspberries. Making Zenitsu Squeak like a mouse. While Tanjiro tickles under his chin and neck.

“PPPPPBBBBTBTBT! PBBBBBTBTBTFT! PBTBTBTBBBBBB! PBTBTBTBBBBFT! PBBBBBFT!” Inosuke blows more and more raspberries.

“AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA *squeal* IT TICKLES TOO MUCH- BAHAHAHA! TANJIRO! INOSUKE! STAHAHAP! Zenitsu was laughing so so much! He kinda sounded like a squeaky toy!

“Haha! This is what you get, Zenitsu! Your gonna have to survive this!” He chuckles as Inosuke still is giving him raspberries. Zenitsu kicks and squirms to be let free, but it’s no use. Inosuke seems to stop after the 10th raspberry. Letting Zenitsu catch his breath. But after a minute Inosuke starts tickling his belly button, making him laugh hysterically again.

“NOHOHOOOOO! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!! HAHAHA AHAHAHA!” He shakes his head and starts going crazy. Tanjiro just chuckled and continues tickling him. Moving to tickle behind the ears, Zenitsu is just dying at this point.

“Zenitsu, Your laugh is so contagious that it’s making me laugh aswell!” He chuckles.

“Il stop if you tell me I’m better then you!” Inosuke gives Zenitsu a big annoying smirk.

“NEVER! AHAHAHA! HAHA!!” He squealed.

“Then, you will suffer! Mwahaha!” The 2 of them continue to tickle him. Zenitsu starts running out of breath, so he has no choice but to surrender.

“OK OK! I ADMIT IT! YOU ARE STRONGER THEN ME! VERY STRONG HAHA!”

“That’s what i like to hear! Hah!” He gives Zenitsu a few pats on the stomach then let’s him go.

“Are you alright, Zenitsu?” He seems worried if he went too far with the tickling. Tanjiro gives Zenitsu a pat on the shoulder.

“I…Guess…” He sits up as he managed to catch his breath. Tanjiro then pulls them both close to him.

“Alright…To make sure you 2 are getting along now. Give each other a hug!” He smiles at them.

“WHAT?!”

“But what if he crushes me?!”

“Zenitsu…Inosuke…Cmon! If you guys hug and apologize to each other. Il make sure to reward you both with your favorite food!” Tanjiro gives them both a sweet smile trying to make them get along. Zenitsu managed to hug Inosuke first.

“*sigh* I’m…Sorry for fighting with you…” he mumbled annoyed but ATLEAST he apologized!

“It’s…Err…Fine! Whatever…Im S…or….ry” Inosuke said it annoyed too. He even had trouble saying the word, but he honestly just wanted the food. He started to squeeze him harder, but Zenitsu tried not to make a sound despite how tight the hug is now.

“Thank you both! I’m glad you apologized to each other! Now…I want you both to try not to argue so much, can you do that for me, please?”

“Fine…” Both of them said at the same time still with a annoyed tone. But Tanjiro ignored it and just smiled back at them.

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