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lovingperfectionsblog · 2 years

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A Type of Undressing

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Max finally finds out why the reader hates him so much and what he chooses to do about it.

Requested: oi, your writing is amazing. do you think you could write something abt max x driver/reader where shes like "i dont come on here to make friends, i come here to drive" and shes like resting bitch face definition till she gets drunk w max one time and confesses she has feelings for him but is afraid of what people might think of her crushing over some other driver

Warnings: Very very angsty, swearing, drinking, sexism.

Word Count: 2258

Authors note: This was so lovely to write and I am so sorry it got a bit angsty, But I just felt like there are certain realities to being human and especially a woman in this world and it’s important to highlight those injustices and what those truly mean for us.

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“It okay if I join you out here?” Max perched on the seat opposite you on the balcony, away from the rest of the drivers and team principles.

“The great Max Verstappen can do what he wants” you didn’t bother dragging your eyes away from your drink and your voice was icy, so much so that it even surprised you at how cruel you had sounded, but in truth, it was for your safety. No one could see you getting along with your teammate, lest the rumours of your legitimacy in the sport start up again and how you only got there because you were shagging another driver, or was it team principle? Oh no, maybe it was the entire grid? You’d lost count of the latest accusations.

And so Max sat and silence fell between the two of you. The loud music and even louder talking from the others being enough distraction for the both of you, not enough to eliminate the awkwardness that settled between you both but enough for you to get lost in your own thoughts.

Although, Max’s thoughts remained solely on the awkwardness between you two, for two reasons. The first being him desperately wanting to find out why you hated him as much as you did, because lord knows there was something he had done to make you despise him the way you did and the second, being that despite your absolutely hatred of him, he was absolutely head over heels in love with you.

He understands the irony of that, being in love with the woman who hated him. Quite frankly, he knew he was a walking cliché, both falling for the woman who hated him and for falling for his teammate, but it was you, the feisty, vibrant, determined, thoughtful you and he hadn’t expected it but here he was, avoiding any advances from other woman because he was unable to get over you, despite how hard he tried.

And God knows he was trying. The long-winded argument he had with himself as he debated coming out onto the balcony to join you was proof of that, knowing that he shouldn’t. That he had to just leave you alone, both to get over you and to not make you hate him anymore that you already did, but he had ashamedly lost the argument with himself. Justifying it with the fact that you had already hated him so there wasn’t much more he could do to make you hate him more and well, would it be too embarrassing to admit that he kind of just wanted to be alone with you? He just wanted to sit with you and be around you, even if you didn’t utter a single word to him, even if you refused to smile at him, Christ, even if you refused to even look in his direction he was okay with it, he just wanted to be alone with you and those brief moments were few and far between so if he had to sneak away in the middle of a party to do so, strongly against his own advice, then he would so it.

It was embarrassing. He was embarrassing.

In truth, the day he even realized how he felt by you, he wasn’t pleased at the realization by any means. Quite frankly he was irritated by it. Irritated enough to want to chuck Daniel out of his flat for even bringing it to his attention, but the second his friend had mentioned it, it was as if he had slammed into a barrier, him unable to prevent the truth from hitting into him at full speed.

He distinctly remembers trying to convince Daniel he didn’t have feelings for you, the argument going back and forth between the two of them and then suddenly Daniel had said the words that made his entire brain malfunction:

“Listen, I’m not saying you’re in love with her, I’m just saying that whenever she even walks into the room it’s like you become the Max you’ve always shied away from”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What Max is that?”

“I don’t know, the one who feels like he can be himself I guess”

And Daniel was right, somehow, even with the cold exterior you showed him, he still felt like he could be himself, not the world champion, not the formula one driver, not the formula one prodigy, just Max. You somehow didn’t reduce him to be anything other than who he was.

Max had initially put it down to a quite he once read:

“Finally, in a low whisper, he said, ‘I think I might be a terrible person.’ For a split second I believed him - I thought he was about to confess a crime, maybe a murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.”

You already saw the worst in him, you already thought he was terrible, he would never have to reveal any of that because it was already out in the open between you two, so maybe asking you to love him wouldn’t be nearly as hard, because maybe, just maybe that could be out there too.

“So what do you think of –“ Max tried to make conversation, that was before you’d cut him off in a sharp tone, still not even looking at him in the slightest.

“We don’t have to do this, I think we should just keep our conversations around racing at the track yeah?” you couldn’t look him in the eyes.

You were too drunk to look him in the eyes and you knew the second you did you’d be done for. The perfectly constructed self you had created would crumble in seconds. You didn’t want to know more about his life or his favourite colours or anything about him quite frankly.

You didn’t want to fall even more for him than you already had.

God what was wrong with you. This was your teammate. You had worked your ass off to be one of the very few women who had participated in F1, let alone gotten a continuous seat in it and the second you do, you go and fall for your goddamn teammate. You were a walking cliché.

Neither of you knew what to say after that and suddenly the silence that you had so desperately wanted had begun to suffocate you.

“I should go” you were slightly embarrassed at the sway in your step as you realized just how much you’d had to drink after getting up, so focused on getting out of there that you’d completely ignored just how difficult it may be to do just that.

“I could walk you to your room” Max had stood along with you, it dawning on him just how drunk you actually may be, thinking only of helping you as he reached an arm out to stabilize you, but while he thought nothing of his grip on your waist, you had been left in complete shock, your panicked eyes reaching his own, immediately prompting him to let go of you completely out of fear that he had upset you even more.

“Sorry what?” you knew he had asked you something, but his touch had completely caused your mind to blank, focused only on the heat that had wrapped itself around you, and the distinct loss of it which you oddly wished you were still experiencing.

“Oh, I asked if I could walk you to your room” Max had reached out a tentative hand towards you, allowing you to hold his forearm for balance instead this time.

Do not do or say anything stupid, tell him no, you can get there by yourself, get out of there now! Remember what you worked so hard for, this is your job, and you are going to win, you’re not here to be his friend let alone his girlfriend, walk away now before those eyes get you again.

“No, no, I’m good” and with that you were pulling away from him, making your way to the glass doors, mentally patting yourself on the back that your inner monologue had won and as Max watched you retreat he knew it was now or never, weirdly thankful that you were both drunk, hoping it would aid in the conversation.

“Why do you hate me?” Max’s question had knocked the wind out of you, freezing you in your tracks.

You’d turned to look at him and your heart shattered at the sight in front of you. Max had never looked so dejected before and you were the reason for it. This isn’t what you wanted. This was never what you wanted.

You want to be with him.

“I don’t hate you Max, I never have” your eyes shifted down to where you were picking at your nail bed, “that’s the problem”.

“I’m not sure how it’s a problem to not hate your teammate” Max could feel his body begin to start a monologue, and he tried to stop the word vomit that was about to tumble out of his mouth, but like many battles he’d lost against himself we’re it came to you, he was about to lose this one too.

“like, look, I get that I’m horrible and awful and terrible and whatever else you may think I am, but truthfully, I think you’re amazing and not only as a driver and God, it’s such a fucking cliche and I am pretty sure I’d be lambasted in the media for even admitting to this but I just, I have these, feelings, and I don’t know what to do with them and” Max had been pacing, avoiding your eyes, but when he eventually did, it was like he was hitting into the barrier all over again, “Oh my god”.

“Please don’t” you knew there was a tremble in your voice.

“Why not?” Max was willing to listen to whatever you decide, but he just needed to hear you say it, that the way you looked at him now, that it meant what he thought it, that it was how he felt.

God, please feel the same.

You refused to answer but you also refused to leave. You wanted him to figure it out, you didn’t want to say it but you wanted him to know. You needed him to know. You needed him to figure it out.

“Is it because of the team? Christian? Is there someone else? Just what, because, the way you’re looking at me right now Y/n” He needed to hear you say it.

“I worked so hard for my seat Max” why wasn’t he getting it, why did you have to lay it all out for him, can’t he just connect the dots for you, “I didn’t sleep with anyone for my seat, and if things happen here” you indicated between the two of you.

Suddenly it all fell into place for Max. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t the team. Max was about to lose out on the woman he loved, because of a double standard.

He had read all the articles, he remembers the anger he felt at every accusation, could they not see how well you drove? Fuck, you even gave him a run for his money, you’d earned your seat just like every single driver on that grid, but there would always be a double standard.

You were a woman in F1 and that was your sin and so you had to be punished for it every single day.

“No one has to know” Max was grasping at straws and his heart was shattering as he watched you shake your head.

“Everyone would know” both of you knew that and he would not be the one to bear the consequences of it, you would.

Even when the male drivers bore the term of ‘F1 Slag’ it was a point of humour and pride. Everyone knew it would be different with you. God it already was, and you hadn’t even done anything to be awarded the title.

“This is unfair” the laugh you had let out at Max’s childish statement had zero joy in it, it was almost as if it was a mocking laugh, directed at him.

“Unfair? Max, please, enlighten me, how is this unfair to you?” he suddenly felt gross, because he knew that if it was unfair to him, the entire weight of it would be on you, it was beyond unfair for you, it was your every day lived experience.

“I’m sorry” Max tried to reach out to you, and you nearly let him, nearly gave in to what would be your undoing.

“It is what it is I guess” you wished it wasn’t as simple and as complicated as that, “I’m sorry for being such a terrible person” and with that you were gone, through the glass doors before Max could even think about stopping you.

He wished he was upset, he wished he had felt rejected, but he couldn’t, not when the truth was as simple and as complicated as the fact that he was a terrible person to you and you had chosen to love him anyway.

And you had just confessed you were a terrible person to him, and no matter how many times you though that was the truth he knew what his response would be every single time.

He would choose to love you anyway.

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fourtyfourcatss · 6 months

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୨⎯ "for @toyafreethoughts" ⎯୧

PART 1

[a/n] so in order to make things less clotted, i’m going to be posting in two parts! this has 5 of your matchups, while the other one coming in a few days will have the rest so you dont have to wait so long! (even though you said you can wait, snack on these for a bit!)

BSD ✯ MUSHITARO OGURI !

✯ oh my god the two of you are absolutely horrific to the people around you. x times x is equivalent to x^2 and that applies to your messy chaos together. mushitaro is the silliest man out there while keeping a straight face (always). the relationship is going to be that kind where its so chaotic (mostly because of him) but like, you dont feel that its chaotic. something major would be happening and with his dramatics, you’re kind of not surprised of anything anymore lol. hes a bonafide theatre kid in his soul, jax. he’s definitely going to (fake) faint into your arms or whisper something exceedingly obvious to you aloud whilst he is on another tangent. “hold me jax!” — gets very needy sometimes and he’s not afraid to show it

✯ “youre a genius, jax!” he says as you chime in with your thoughts. he thinks your words are deeply thought provoking sometimes, and might spend a few seconds thinking of a response before responding

✯ at first he’s like, half half being able to read whether or not your words are genuine or sarcastic or whatnot. but he loves reading! he won’t give up on trying to differentiate and understanding the connotations and meanings behind your words, not until he can properly understand what you are trying to express! this creates a lot of tension at first, since he thinks you were subtly poking at him, however, as your bond deepens, he starts to truly understand you as a person. and he wants to see you for you.

✯ he thinks you are very refined in your way of thinking and your actions of consideration. he gets you with the anger — he himself does not have a good temperament when things do not go to plan, but, it is not so bad of a thing. the two of you can work on it together, thats what lovers are for, taking and learning the good parts from your lover and reflecting on oneself. at times like these, he needs to ground himself, holding your hand tightly, fingers intertwined. you’re here with me, right?

✯ he admires you often times. the littlest actions of yours build up so strongly inside his heart, the way you would share your baked goods with your friends and acquaintances, the relationship you have with your family and your culture and dancing. its wonderful, absolutely engaging to his allured mind. while i do not see his extremely active participation, i see his gaze on you. unbearably soft in contrast to his brash outbursts.

✯ he has a very thick face, and doesnt get embarrassed easily. it takes a lot, a lot more than anything you will do to make him embarrassed - especially as a lover and a friend and a person in general. why should he? you’re a kind soul inside; he always knows he can trust that.

✯ sometimes there will be moments of dramatic mood shifts — suddenly the atmosphere’s turning sweet and somber around the two of you. sweet winds from the patio combing through your hair, watching you draw.

JJK ✯ TOJI FUSHIGURO !

✯ toji is… very adamant in accepting your help. this is a very curious development and a first to occur. he’s very taken aback by your emotional maturity during harsh times and your vibrancy after breaking out the shy outer shell! it exposes him to another light of you that he becomes enamored with from the beginning, and deeper down the rabbit hole as time passes. falling out of love? not a thing around here partner. and your upright countenance, always standing for your values and your loves, and it just squeezes his heart - because he knows and he doesnt know how that feels. in the zenin clan, there’s always an oppressing hand, a choking grasp, and he couldnt fight back until later onwards - yet all the same, he would forget his ways from time to time. you are like the moon reflecting the sun’s light, the closest celestial body to earth, reining him in like waves, a constant he realizes after being with you has made him hope again. you won’t leave, he knows you will not.

✯ you always somehow brighten up his day immensely with your actions and remarks, big and small. and by immensely, i mean you pull this man out of depression with your realism, yet unending strive to look forward. seeing you pack lunches for megumi and tsumiki, your compassion for other human beings. you’re an amazing catalyst and source of motivation for him to better himself.

✯ you know how some guys want to show off to the people they like? he does this whenever he can. toji is the type of man who knows hes attractive to others, but does not particularly think he is attractive to himself. he has neutral feelings about it. but, he enjoys caging you in his presence. your energy makes him want to stay close to you, and thats what he does. he really, really likes your hugs, i dont know why i think so but i feel like he would just love hugging you as you draw or read or game. a sleepy toji on your shoulder. but he knows you feel very uncomfortable with hugs — so arm links while holding hands is enough! if you can, use him as your muse for drawing! or perhaps a model. he would feel very flattered either way. you surprise him a lot with the combination of actions and things you say, and seeing his widened eyes is a common sight! he loves your lap too.

✯ not only that, he’s definitely the type to pull you in by the belt loops for a kiss! you get surprised in the summer with your favorite soft drinks being suddenly placed on your nape, and you look back to see him, lightly smiling and handing you what little things he may get you. toji is a very frugal man, so except for anniversaries, gifts are very simple but effective! power couple fr

DR1 ✯ MONDO OWADA!

✯ absolutely NOBODY expected the two of you to get together - not even the two of you yourselves. it’s been some time since ive played DR1, so excuse me for any mayhaps!

✯ a surmountable part of mondo’s character is that he is a man of honor, someone who is blazing inside with passion that is tilted so easily off the scale, someone who can reach out to you first and get you comfortable. you balance him out devastatingly well, keeping his unique traits and outstanding qualities, and toning down his temperament. your relationship with him is so gentle, he tries so hard to be tender with you. that’s because of your own characteristics, he feels deeply and connects with your own set of values. i can tell you are a sensible person who loves the people around you, and with what you’ve said about gratitude, mondo falls for you because of that first, and then everything next. you make him feel hyped up for things, and you make him see reason when he gets too heated under the collar. you make him feel like himself. you genuinely better him with your compassion - humbling him internally and helping him overcome his weakness. the two of you are so cute when you first meet! both of you are shy in your own ways, which is outputted on different ways too.

✯ he’s amazing at all sports, and definitely shows off while hes on the field. mans probably pointing and saying “this is for jax!” to the audiences. silly man has silly wants and needs.

✯ what he loves receiving from you is your words and your thoughts. your moods of deep contemplation fascinates him greatly, and he listens to everything you have to say like the apostle of a deity. many times i see him asking you for some advice and comfort, since he trusts your judgement.

✯ you have a free biker gang completely protecting you now. absolutely safe from everything in that territory, they treat you like a prince! and he treats you like a king. he definitely likes doing the princess carry on you, and riding his bike through the city with you at his back. the latter will definitely take some time to build up to due to the trauma he has received - he doesnt want to lose another person to a traffic accident - no. but, slowly, he learns to trust himself again, and drives very safe!

✯ the two of you share airbuds to listen to whatever you want! he has an adoration to you enough that he can tolerate almost anything - play thought vocaloid songs and those k/j-pop songs! he’ll find enjoyment with you, and thus enjoyment in that too. happiness is associated with you, growth is associated with you. he thinks he can go anywhere as long as he has you near him.

GORO AKECHI ✯ P5 !

✯ bro really thought romance couldnt catch up to him, but he is dead wrong. you are here and ready to steal his cold little heart.

✯ the two of you have a little sort of one-upping rivalry at first. it was never that serious with you, but he made it serious, he took it as a challenge and then the other phantom thieves fanned it, and it escalated. cue rivals to lovers! now that im thinking about it, you have a very particular taste in men, mostly the ones who people would usually keep away from association in real life if they were here.

✯ you are a miracle worker opening him up to his vulnerabilities. he absolutely loathes you for that, and he loathes how hardworking you are or how you smile or — everything he likes about you he also hates — but he cannot escape that little part of him that absolutely loves being seen and acknowledged. your independence is something he understands well, but in your case it seems to be natural, not nurtured like him, who was forced to be independent and never having a shoulder to lean on. he hides his exterior with this shell, but he’s so gooey and soft like an amazing chocolate chip cookie on the inside.

✯ he definitely is intrigued by you. he has to remark your music taste is not bad, however he will always prefer jazz. your inclination towards instruments though? that he is most interested in. what instruments do you play? may he come over sometime to hear your playing? your dancing too - dont be surprised when you spot a tuff of light brown hair if you perform, be it for any type of events. he’s a detective! he says in order to deter saejima’s teasing, he is a curious soul, just like you. thats why, he wants to know everything, and understand everything. it’s impossible to understand everything about a human being though, and there are many traits he must dash before he can truly enter a healthy relationship with you. you have time, but it is ticking closer and closer to the days where the consequences of his actions will catch up to him. nobody can ever take back what they have already done — but he trusts in your heart, and knows you will be waiting for him. do not worry though, it will not be a long wait.

✯ he spoils you rotten (those extra checks finally comes to show it’s face) and when you start piling little pieces your things into his apartment, he starts to really roll under this thing called love. forgetting your sweater or perhaps an earring or accessory when you visit, and he gets hit with a pang of his heart whenever he smells the scent you use for your laundry or the shampoo when he gets close to you.

✯ as a thief, he’s also very good with his hands. he partakes in your hobbies with you actively, especially pottery and puppetry. someone will make some mini puppets of you and him, and he would blush when he puts the lips of the puppets together lol. he’s cute and weird in love. he’s always looking and observing and etching your movements into his eyelids, boisterous but not sharp words. like sitting in a quiet cafe together, just the two of you.

KNY ✯ ENMU!

✯ for this one i the one caught off guard. enmu? it really secured down to me what type you have when it comes to men. here’s the thing: i have no confidence writing enmu whatsoever, but i’ll try my best anyways and see how it works!

✯ enmu is a very indulgent lover. for a demon who eats humans, he sure knows how to treat his human lover well - like many other human demon romances, it starts because of his curiosity in the human race with their behaviors and emotions. i think with you, he started with the intention of having you as a lover after meeting you mistakingly while on a quiet night out.

✯ he particularly enjoys the traits you have that he does not — the idiosyncrasies between the two of you often endearing him. he is a horrible person inside and out with his tendencies and his characteristics, to not sugarcoat, but all the same, enmu can definitely appreciate what is in front of him. you. he definitely enjoys getting a rise out of you to hear the way your voice sounds, and watching some of your reluctance but still indulging attitude has him smiling! won’t you kiss him goodnight too?

✯ absolutely adores your hobbies. music, dancing, filmmaking, creative arts. whenever you do such things, he snaps out of whatever reverie he had, your grounding presence keeping him inside reality. do you sing too? he reckons you have an amazing voice that’s begging to be heard — either you yourself does not know, or think otherwise. he’s a very clingy lover, so once he takes your hands, he won’t let go until you have to >_< lots and lots of pecks everywhere. he loves dotting your face with little kisses and watching you shut your eyes. he could kill you after this project, but, he’s thinking for this, he can make an exception

✯ ah but he’s definitely taken a more keener interest on the mandela catalog and the scp foundation. sweep him away with your knowledge! no matter how far the horror deepens, he’s always had an amazing tolerance for the grotesque and the arbitrary.

#hope you enjoyed!#matchup exchange #bsd matchup #bsd #demon slayer matchup #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #jjk matchups #jjk x reader #danganronpa #fuck tagging we ball

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koneko-3 · 11 months

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Chapter 5 of "Light"

There stood my mother, staring into the camera. "Hi mom, it's been a while." She said with a bit of relief in her voice. "Ryuka finally went to sleep. She is just a blessing. Kiro's condition keeps getting worse by the days. I'm afraid he's going to hurt someone or even us." Her voice started to tremble with fear. "I love him so much, but I don't want him to hurt anyone, especially me and our daughter-" after that I paused the tape. "Kiro can't be a suspect." I said. "Your parents are dead aren't they?" Ryu asked. "Yes, they passed when I was only five..." "That rolls one suspect off our list." Ryu said confidently. I started to worry. "Wait, then who is left on our list? There's no one left right?" I started to freak out. Ryu grabbed my shoulder and sighed. "Ryuka, you need to calm down. Plus we have many other people to suspect." "People like who?! Ryu just tell me!!" His hand slid from my shoulder to now my arm. "Ryuka, can you please calm down for me?" I took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay, I'll try." My face turned to a light shade of pink. "There were a couple people around here before I found you when you arrived home from school. And I'm afraid your friend Tsukuba is one of them." He said calmly. I pushed him, "No, you're lying. Tsukuba would never kill anyone!" He clenched my hand while his face turned beet red. "Ryuka, I would never lie to you. Please believe me. We are getting closer to the truth I swear. I just need you to hold on." He looked up at me and let go of my hand. I was in shock and awe while he stood and was trying not to stare at me. "Ryu... do you like me?" I asked. He looked right back at me. "No Ryuka, I actually fell in love with you..." he said while trembling his words. In that moment I realized he was brave enough to even tell me this. So I decided I should confess as well. "Ryu... I-I actually feel the same way..." I trembled. Then he hugged me. "Ryuka, I-I love you!" He shouted. Both our faces were beet red. our lips touched at that moment. If felt like a sensation ive never felt before. I pushed him away. "What's wrong?" He asked. "This feels wrong." I said. He placed his arm around me. "Its okay, we dont have to tell anyone." He said casually as he started to kiss me again. I couldnt resist since it felt so great. "Okay, we have ti stop. We have work to do." I said abruptly. "Oh, your right. Im sorry this all just cane out all at once Ryuka. It kinda felt right." He said embarrassed. "If anything. Im not ready for a relationship just yet." "Its okay..." he started walking away. Both our faces we flushed red. I took the tape out of the player and took it with me as evidence.

The next day at school, i couldn't keep my eyes off him. He couldn't either. After class Setsuna approached me. "So whats the deal between you and Ryu?" "W-what do you mean?" I said trembling. "You two have been acting weird." "Eh, no we haven't." I said. She grunted. "Ryuka, I know you're lying!" She stood there with a fierce look in her eyes, demanding an honesty answer from me. I sighed, "Fine, just dont tell Margie. Me and Ryo kinda have a thing with each other." "I knew it!" She started started to do a small victory dance which made me feel embarrassed. "Setsuna can you please stop!" I yelled. She kept going and stuck her tongue out at me. I sighed. I regretted everything at that moment. From the moment we kissed to now Setsuna knowing. How am I going to get out of this?

Eventually Setsuna let up but i left before she could say anything else. I walked to the nearest diner as I held my umbrella in the summer rain. I only wanted to be alone and clear my mind after everything that has already happened to me. After I ate I visited the graves of what now is the home to gram gram and aunt Maki. I rain continued to fall but even harder now. Tears started to roll down my face as I remembered the memories of them both. I felt someone grabbed my shoulder. I turn around to see Ryu. "I figured I could find you here." He said with a reassuring smile. I stared at him. "Why are you here?" I asked him. "Because I care about you. Look I know everything was a little sudden-" I stopped him before he could say anymore. "Just leave me alone." He grabbed my hand as I tried to leave. "I'm not letting you go. At least not alone."

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altheasaguinsin · 1 year

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The hidden love

Narrator:One day princess and ella met in the church princess felt that ella want to fight her so would embarrass her so she preceded her. Princess:what the hell ella,why wont you stop bullying me because i fed up with your behavior, I can't stand it,i fight from now on! ella:you now why i don't care you because your too pupular,you are always parised by the people around us,until i take care of you i will not stop. Princess:thats why your jealous with me,you know if i were to you i'd work hard in my studies so that i can get better because i dont care if you not study and if you bully me. Narrator:The pastor saw them fighting and the pastor came. Pastor:whats is going on your fighting in the front of many people and God Narrator:Princess said! Princess:ella is the one who started fighting me,she embarrassed me in the front of many people Narrator:The pastor reprimanded but it didn't stop. Pastor:why your so angry to princess? Ella:I will be jealous of princess because she is smart,and many people like her. Narrator:John came to the church and approached princess and as what ella did to him,but he didn't answer,she turned around and walked away from john but john chased her and stopped her to find out the truth,princess was upset so she told john. Princess:ella was try to embarrassed me in the front of many people,he want me to show me off to a lot of people,so i fought back and defend myself. john:ella is getting too much,the next time i catch up and bullying you,i can fight him. Narrator:after the church john and princess leave the church because they review for the long test tomorrow.

narrator:the next day princess and john going too school to attending the long test in English,when she and john is in the classroom,their classmate whispering to him that he was the one with the highest score in the whole class,and her classmate not wrong she,he went a perfect score in english. after class end princess when straight on her work.She didn't know was the owner of that store was Ella's famillies,ella saw princess and he began to torture princess by ordering difficult tasks,but john was aarived and he defend her and said! john:Ella what are you doing with princess,are you bullying her Ella:No i din't bullying him or torture him,me and my friends just ordered tea in may families restaurant,is that bad? john:is that true princess? narrator:Princess can't tell the truth because she might get fired princess:ahh yes they ordered tea,they didn't make make me sufferand besides famillies of ella is the owner of the restaurant and im just a waitress here narrator:John doesn't believe princess because he knows Ella's behavior.John was waited princess to finish work so he could take care and and bring her to their house.and after.After princess finish her work, she and john went home,while they were in John's car,john talked to princess about what happened earlier. John:"princess" what really happened earlier?your saying the truth?or you're just afraid to get fired if you tell the truth? Princess:yes you're right I'm afraid I might get fired of i tell the truth. john:princess you should tell me the truth so that I could defend you from ella,and besides there are many other jobs out there"right"? princess:but john I need this job now,my family defends on me. narrator:and they continued to shouting each other until they reached their house princess. princess:okay John, there is no point in our fight, as long as I don't leave my job against your will and will, I'm going inside the house, go home, don't pick me up again and deliver me tomorrow. john:but princess, I just want to protect you especially from ella. princess:why do you need to protect me? I can protect my self! john:because I've loved you for a long time and I don't want you to be harmed and bullied by ella princess:what did you say?you like me but how,when? john:when we first met, I only told you because our friendship might be ruined and because you might not notice me when I confess to you. princess:but john, ella likes you too, and she might bully me even more when she knows that you like me. john:but I don't like him, and I don't like his attitude narrator:princess knows herself that she also likes john, but she doesn't want to admit it because she's still studying and doesn't have those things in her mind yet.So he quickly got out of John's car and entered their house nervously.When he entered his room, he got dressed and got ready for bed, but he couldn't sleep because he kept thinking about what John said to him,what did he do to fall asleep, but he still couldn't sleep until morning.

narrator:in the morning at the school princess was floating, awake and looking like a witch, she was still thinking about what john said and couldn't get it out of her mind, while ella came and started bullying her again and saying something. ella: hey princess what happened to you, why are you floating and looking like a witch hahahahahaha. princess:ella, stop,I'm not in the mood to fight with you right now, if I can't keep up with you, you'll get it! Narrator: When Ella heard what the princess said, she quickly left in front of the princess. Until the end of the whole class. And a few more days passed, the princess still couldn't forget what John said until they met. john didn't miss the opportunity and he suddenly grabbed and took princess to a deserted place and talked to her. john: ahmm princess can we talk about what happened in the past. princess: ahhh come on john: what I told you that I like you is true, no joke or flattery, so let me wait for you until it's possible. princess: john because I've wanted you for a long time since we met, so please let me John: Really? princess: yes Narrator: John is happy because he found out that the princess also likes him and she allowed him to wait, but the two did not know that Ella and her friend heard the whole conversation, Ella was very angry and answered princess Ella: You are shameless, your face is so thick, are you going to take John away from me, who is all yours, John is the only one left to take away from me. princess: wait, ella, as far as I know, I didn't take John away from you, and even more so, he was never yours! ella: I've liked him for a long time because of you I lost the chance for him to like me too. John: just wait, ella, what I know is that I will never like you because of your attitude, besides, stop princess, she's not doing anything bad to you, so stop her. ella: john I'm ready to change just to please you ellas friends:hahahahha ella what is that begging that's not appropriate for rich people like us hahahahha ella: shut up, you don't care if I beg John okay? john: sor Narrator: ella suddenly stopped defending herself and she knew that john didn't like her, and john would always like her. at their house because their church is early tomorrow.

narrator:The next day was the day of their church, Ella and John went to church and they saw Ella again looking at them badly, they didn't pay attention to it because maybe when their fight starts again, church will start and Everyone sat down and after the church ended, Ella blocked the princess and started making trouble again, so the pastor made a way for the two to talk properly, he talked to the dalwa and asked her to join him in a room in the church and asked thoroughly pastor:you two tell me a story and admit the truth, what started your fight? Princess: Pastor Ella is always the one who starts the fight, I'm just defending myself. pastor: oh ella why do you always fight and embarrass princess? ella: because pastor, almost everyone likes him and admires him, even John he stole from me. princess: just wait, ella, I don't know what you're talking about, it's not my fault if people admire me, and I didn't steal John from you. Besides, ella, don't you know those who instigate you to fight and embarrass me, only the rich after you, I heard them talking about you while they were not with you, they said that you are easy to talk to ella: I know that, I know that they all only want money from me, I know that when they finish using me, they will leave me too, you are all the same. pincess: that's not true, ella, even though you always embarrass me or bully me, I'm here ready to forgive you, and ready to remove you and be your friend. Pastor: Ella apologize to the princess for everything you did to her. narrator: ella thought and woke up to the fact that the pastor and the princess were right, so they decided to follow the princess and the pastor ella: Peincess, forgive me for the sins I have committed against you, I hope you will accept me as your friend. princess: of course, who am I to refuse you? Narrator: They greeted each other and hugged and then they left the room together holding hands. John was happy for both of them.

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polyghostfacehours · 2 years

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I don’t know if you write platonic stuff, but I was wondering if you could write headcanons for being the youngest sibling of Dewy and Tatum? You can ignore this request if you don’t wanna do it :)

No but I love this so much??? SO SORRY for how late this is, but I hope you enjoy nontheless!

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So, the youngest Riley sibling huh? Well be prepared. It is overprotection central.

Dewey is a cop, so of course he's going to want to make sure his youngest sibling is safe and sound. You can expect tons of calls from him whenever you're out past 8pm, even if you're with your friends or Tatum.

If you dont pick up and you're with Tatum he will spam call her. She ignores him until it becomes so damn annoying she's forced to pick up, otherwise she's afraid he'll just come looking for you guys.

You've known Sidney almost as long as Tatum has. The minute Tate and Sid got close, she'd bring her around all the time.

Sidney thinks you're the absolute sweetest. She's always nice to you, though she isn't exactly sure on how to interact with you if you're like muuuch younger.

If you're just a bit younger than Tatum she gets along with you well.

Tatum treats you a lot like she treats Dewey. She's kinda that mean-ish big sister who's always like "Moooom, Y/N's being annoying!" or calling you mean nicknames.

But it's just that typical American sibling type of relationship where she acts all annoyed or whatever, but she's absolutely always on your side if someone ever messes with you.

Honestly, despite the fact Tatum has a very headstrong, straightforward image, I see her as being almost unable to hold a grudge for long. She tries, but she just cant help forgive people she loves pretty easily.

Dewey is absolutely the kind of big brother to always defend you from the rest of the family. He's kinda always in your court, especially when you and Tatum or your mom fight.

You eventually meet Stu, and he treats you one of two ways.

He either likes you and he kinda treats you like a little sis/bro. Gives you noogies, flicks your forehead, and is almost always obnoxious to you.

Or he doesn't like you and makes a lot of mean-spirited jokes towards you, jokingly trips you when you walk by so you stumble, and overall talks about how much hotter your sister is than you.

Either way, unless you're already friends with Stu, your interactions with him are usually pretty limited, as Tatum prefers to not have her family around much when she's around Stu.

Sidney always invites you to go out with her and Tatum, and Tatum is usually up for it as long as you don't get annoying during shopping trips or whatever.

Since you're younger than Tatum, you have a different friend group from hers. You really only talk to Randy, Billy, and Stu in passing unless you make an effort of trying to befriend them.

If you're just a few months younger than Tatum but in the same year, they'll probably be cool with you hanging with them if you become integrated into the group

if you're a year younger though, they'll def pull that "Ew a junior, sophomore/freshman." shit seniors tend to do.

You'll definitely be compared to Tatum, but fear not bc whether you're also popular or unpopular doesn't matter. Tatum absolutely makes sure no one bullies you.

Dewey will always offer to come pick you up from school if you're a lot younger than Tatum. He comes in his cop car and sometimes will even flash the colors/siren of his cop car for a sec just to embarrass you a lil lol.

If you make it a habit of going to Tatum's practices to support her? She doesn't admit it, but it means a lot to her. Your parents and Dewey are usually too busy with work to come to them.

You would be the first and only person Tatum confesses to about her bisexuality and her love for Sid before she dies.

You had always wondered why Tatum had two beds in her room. You only realized after she confessed to you why: Sidney was over so often, and they slept in bed together far too many times for your parents to be okay with it. The final push was when they discovered them holding one another in their sleep in middle school. You remember the ensuing fight afterwards, you were just too young or too out of the loop to realize what it was about. Now it makes your heart clench.

Dewey latches onto you after Tatum passes. He never lets you leave his sight for the first few years after her death.

It's rare...but you two will talk about Tatum while sitting in her room sometimes. The room that your parents wanted cleaned out but you and Dewey refused because it was the only memory of Tatum you had left.

You destroyed every picture you could find of Stu in her room though. You now hated him with every fibre of your being, and if you and him had a good relationship it hurt all the more. You really though he was a nice albeit goofy guy. Not a psycho who decided to go on a killing streak with his best friend.

You re-evaluate every interaction you had with him, thinking about what signs you could've seen. You couldn't think of any.

If you two had a strained relationship though, you start blaming yourself for not warning Tatum sooner that he was an absolute dickbag.

Dewey becomes your support system. You feel bad about leaning on him bc you feel you should also let him lean on you. But he insists on you relying on him. You think it's because he thinks its his way of not being there for Tatum when she needed him that night.

Sidney and you become closer after what happened. You had reached out to her for some mental and emotional support, and found out you had a lot more in common than you thought. You stay in touch with her throughout the years, and maybe even help her here and there.

In a surprising twist, you and Randy's sister Martha also become close after the events of Scream 2. You reach out to her the very minute news of Randy's death reaches you through Dewey, determined to do everything in your power to help her though it. You know what it's like to lose your older sibling, and unlike you, Marth had no other siblings to turn to. You eventually become best friends, and are known to Mindy and Chad as Aunt/Uncle Y/N in you two's later years.

You and Dewey never drift apart as siblings. You're there for his everything. His trip to Windsor to help Sid. His marriage to Gale. His promotion to sheriff. The birth of his first child. And he is likewise there for yours.

#tatum riley #dewey riley #sidney prescott #stu macher #scream movie

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2jaeh · 3 years

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THREE DAYS I LEE TAEYONG

When your over controlling boyfriend invites you and his best friend to a three day resort did he not see trouble approaching? especially when said best friend has been trying to get in bed with you since the moment he met you.

Genre: mature theme, slight smut

warnings: cheating, suggestive masterbation, slight public scenes, cursing.

words: 3k

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“Are you sure it's okay for me to tag along ?” Taeyong spoke into the phone as he threw a dress shirt into his already overflowing suitcase. “Okay cool, well I`ll see you guys at the resort then.” Taeyong sighed as he cut the call and took a good look at himself in the mirror. He wondered if he was too overdressed, or not dressed enough. He bit down on his lip and looked at the caller ID, his best friend Inseong holding on to the person Taeyong desired most, Inseong`s girlfriend.

He had no idea when this “crush” began, if you could call it that at this point. Inseong and Taeyong had been casual university friends for a while but it was after graduation, when they both got hired by the same corporate office did they really establish a close friendship.

Taeyong and Inseong did most things together, whether it be catching up at music events or a sunday afternoon golf trip. But if he were being honest, the real reason he loved hanging out with Inseong was because he knew he’d bring her around, the girl who had stolen his heart without having the slightest clue.

DAY 1 : FRI

“Taeyong is afraid he is going to third wheel” Inseong chuckled as he concentrated on the open road in front of him, casually looking over at you scoffing down a bag of jelly tots.

“Youre working though” you stuck your tongue out at him, “Im gonna be just as alone as he is.”

“I guess you are” Inseong let out a sigh, “I don't understand why the dude cant get a date though he’s pretty good looking right?”

“Uhm yeah he's attractive.” Attractive was an understatement. You will never forget the day Inseong introduced you to Taeyong, It was around the time you two just started dating about two years ago, and you had never seen someone that good looking up close before. It wasn't the fact that you didn’t find your boyfriend attractive, you loved Inseong and he was a good looking guy but Taeyong, he was different.

Taeyong barely spoke to you but he was always polite and had a warm aura unlike the rest of Inseongs friends. He was the one you got along with most and because of that Inseong had a habit of inviting him on many of your trips, much like the one you're venturing on now.

You stuffed the empty snack packets into a trash bag as Inseong pulled into a very fancy resort one you weren't quite familiar with. Inseong was actually on a work trip that involved meeting with potential clients and partners, this did not include Taeyongs sector but their boss allowed him to bring you two along as a treat. Inseong’s firm absolutely adored him, which made sense because he was practically married to his job.

“I'm going to get the room keys” Inseong placed a peck on your cheek and you watched him jog off to the front desk while you meandered around the foyer of the hotel.

“y/n” you heard a chirpy voice call from behind you. Turning you were met with those bold black orbs and that ever so charming smile.

“Taeyong” you grinned back pulling him into a tight hug that drowned you in his rich scented perfume.

Taeyong wasn't sure if you noticed his fingers linger on the small of your back. He would always leave you small signs but you’d never notice. His bright eyes dulled for a second when your attention turned back to Inseong who returned with the room keys.

“Oh you're here great! y/n and I are staying in the room next to yours, do you mind taking her up ?” Inseong said, handing Taeyong both sets of keys.

“What? You’re not coming up to see the room ?” you asked, a little hurt that he was already ditching you on this trip.

“Sorry honey they want to do a meet and greet and tour of the resort, i'll be up as soon as it's over” Inseong gently stroked your head and you watched him walk off with one of the resort employees.

“I guess it's just you and me then” Taeyong smiled although regretting his words when he saw the fake smile grace your face and made your way over to the elevators. Taeyong was all too familiar with this scene. Inseong being busy, he excludes you from the rest of his corporate friends and eventually calls on him to babysit you. He wondered if you resented him solely because of Inseong’s habits. He tried his best to always make you feel comfortable even if it put him in the most uncomfortable position both mentally...and physically.

“Well I'm going to take a nap so I'll see you around I guess” you pressed your lips together and took the room key from him.

“Are you not gonna eat anything ? We could go down for Lun-”

“I'm good Taeyong, I'll see you later okay ?” Taeyong watched as you disappeared into the room and it felt like he had been punched in his stomach.

DAY 2 : SAT

Taeyong lay in bed utterly exhausted after barely getting a wink of sleep courtesy of the screaming match that happened last night. Although muffled, Taeyong already knew it was about Inseong coming back at around 3am. ‘What meeting would go on until that time especially on the first day’ Taeyong thought as he rubbed his bare chest and stared up at the ceiling. Inseong loved his job and he loved socializing with people who shared that interest. To him coming home at that time absolutely plastered was normal, because it was part of his work lifestyle.

Taeyong groaned and turned onto his stomach, burying his head into the pillow as he heard your sobs replaying in his head from the fight. He was tired of sitting around not doing anything when he knew for a fact he could treat you way better. At moments like this he didn't give two shits about Inseong, especially after he got the new promotion and made a new friend group of pretentious assholes. Taeyong wanted to be with you by your own choice, he wanted to hang out with you without Inseongs name attached to the reason you two were together.

Just as he was lost in his thoughts Taeyong’s ears perked at the sound of Inseong leaving the room and the sound of the shower running.

“No fuck not now please not now” Taeyong groaned as he felt shudder overcome his body and his underwear became slightly restricted. His mind raced with thoughts of you. It all came to him so quickly he barely noticed that his hand was already down his sweatpants as he buried his face further into his pillow. He wished he was with you. The things he would do to you were unspeakable. He wouldn't give a shit if Inseong walked through those doors finding him on top of girlfriend, he didn't care.

You finished drying yourself off and put on a cute yellow sundress that hugged your curves, showing off the two piece bikini that Inseong told you not to wear around the resort especially when he wasn't with you. This was payback for the way he treated you last night. Not only did he ditch you in a foreign room for an entire evening, he also returned drunk out of his mind and blamed you as usual for not taking care of him. You wanted to at least enjoy whatever you could from this trip and if it meant looking hot and hanging out with Taeyong, then so be it.

You made your way next door and rang the doorbell patiently waiting for your assigned babysitter. Taeyong swung open the door, dressed in only in a pair of black harem pants and a towel on his neck that he used to dry his hair. You took in the site of his bare chest, drinking in his pretty figure that matched his gorgeous face.

“I'm sorry I was gonna go down for breakfast I was wondering….i’ll just wait outside” you stuttered and you heard Taeyong giggle

“Come inside y/n.”

You walked inside his room and it was surprisingly neat in comparison to yours. You felt kinda embarrassed at the state of your room even though most of it were Inseongs doing anyway.

Taeyong continued drying his hair as he watched you scan his room, his eyes already on your figure in that goddamn sundress. His only thoughts were ripping it off until he noticed you were staring right back at him.

“Your hair is sticking up a bit at the back, here let me help you”

Taeyong watched as you approached his figure and reached up to neaten his hair. He really admired his will power to keep his hands off your body as you inched closer and closer to him.

“Thanks” he smiled sweetly masking his dark intent and threw on a loose hawaiian shirt gesturing towards the door, “shall we?”

The two of you had a decent day lounging around the pool area and took a stroll on the beach before heading back for lunch. You never expected to bump into Inseong and his colleagues during lunch and the way Inseong looked at your outfit, you knew you’d never hear the end of it. He practically ignored you the entire time while he and his friends chatted away, even going as far as introducing Taeyong to a few of them but not you.

Just before you and Taeyong made your way to the elevators to retreat back to the rooms, Inseong jogged over and tugged on your wrist.

“I know we had it out last night but was all of this really necessary ?” Inseong gritted his teeth as he looked over your skimpy outfit.

“I thought it was cute, not everything I do is to ruin your perfect life Inseong” you rolled your eyes and pressed the button to signal the elevator.

Inseong let out an exasperated sigh and released your wrist before massaging his temple.

“Just dont pull this kinda shit at the dinner tomorrow please, the chairman is going to be there.”

You and Taeyong watched as Inseong stomped away and Taeyong noticed that for once instead of beating yourself up about Inseongs reaction you seemed somewhat proud to piss him off to that extent.

“I'm sorry you're always in the middle of all of this Taeyong” you apologized as the two of you stepped onto your floor and made your way to the rooms.

“It's okay y/n it's not your fault, and besides I think you look ridiculously hot in that dress” he replied and licked his lips as you felt your face heat up with his bold words. “Also,” he continued as he scanned his room key

“I think you should own it, wear something sexy tomorrow, not for Inseong but for yourself and maybe a little for me.”

DAY 3 : SUN

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing out the classy black velvety dress you had saved for a night out. The dress was intended for a Valentines date with Inseong but that never happened because he had a more important meeting to attend.

As you made final touches to your outfit you wondered if subconsciously you did also dress up for Taeyong. God the way he looked at you when he told you to wear something sexy, you hadn't felt flustered yet intrigued like that in a long time.

You put on the final touches to your make up and made your way down to the banquet room. You already felt a bit awkward as you noticed a few people stare at you and whisper until you saw Taeyong. You barely noticed Inseong sit directly in front of him, all you could see was Taeyongs dark eyes taking every bit of you in.

Inseong’s eyes though we're different. He looked annoyed but still got up to help you into your seat which was weirdly next to Taeyong instead of him. But then it dawned on you when you noticed that the name card next to him was the chairman.

Typical. That was all he cared about in the end.

Taeyong’s eyes were still on you as you took your seat, unbothered if Inseong even noticed at this point, he was in awe. Did you dress up because he told you to ? Did you dress up for yourself and maybe, just maybe for him ?

“You look gorgeous y/n” he whispered, his deep voice sent a shiver down your spine. You brushed your hair behind your ear and nodded a thank you, trying to keep your focus elsewhere. Although Taeyong was conversing with the people at the table something made you feel as if you still had his full attention.

You almost jumped when you felt his cold fingers trace circles on your knee, his focus was still in his conversation but yours was solely on his movements. Taeyong lightly squeezed your thigh to test the waters, a smirk he indefinitely couldn't hide graced his face and he allowed his hand to move higher.

You gulped as he began to move, completely entranced by his touch as you felt him trace more circles on your upper thigh until his hand settled in your lap. Taeyong moved his chair closer to you and the table in order to obstruct the view of a passerby or any suspicious eyes at the table.

“You work with Inseong right?” a man said to Taeyong as he laced his fingers with yours under the table.

All of it was so incredibly promiscuous but it gave you an adrenaline rush and Taeyong knew you were completely on board when you squeezed his hand back and bit down on your lip.

Taeyong grabbed your hand and placed it in his own lap, allowing you to feel exactly what you were doing to him at this moment. You sucked in a breath as you palmed him and he gave your thigh another squeeze, this time much harder, rougher than before.

Eventually into the night you decided to excuse yourself and Inseong preferred it anyway. You couldn't believe how oblivious he was to the closeness of you and Taeyong that it only angered you even more of how he would really choose these fake people over his girlfriend for the night.

As you made your way to the elevator you didn't even realise Taeyong had already followed you there, putting on his usual laid back demeanor. The two of you stepped into the elevator and it was silent. You wondered why he was so quiet especially after pulling that stunt during dinner. Completely confused you grabbed your room key but before you could scan it Taeyong blocked your path, scanning his room key and pulled you inside his room not giving you any time to process this.

He was all over you, his lips his hands his body, you felt almost every part of him as he pressed you against the wall. He used his knee to separate your legs as he planted open mouthed kisses on your neck, practically growling into your ear when he heard a moan escape your lips.

“I-I didn't do anything in case someone from dinner saw us” he explained as he found the hook of your dress but stopped to look in your eyes, “are you okay with this?”

You answered him by practically ripping open his white dress shirt and ran your hands down his body. Taeyong smirked and moved you to the bed, ridding himself of his shoes and trousers before attacking your neck once more.

“I'm sorry if this all moves too fast I literally can't help myself” he growled once more as you got undressed and the sight of you in your scantily clad underwear made him lightheaded.

“Well its best we hurry the fuck up before that asshole comes back” you sighed as you pulled him on top of you.

“Fuck I dont want to hear about him, youre mine right now” Taeyong groaned and skillfully unclipped your bra and rid you of your lace panties. You bit down on your lip as you watched him pull down his boxers and free his member, licking your lips unconsciously.

“Don't worry baby you can suck it next time” he teased and without warning pushed himself into you with one brisk movement. The room filled with both of your moans as Taeyong’s hips slammed into yours, while one hand laced his fingers with yours while the other was wrapped around your throat.

“Oh my God Taeyong” you cried completely in ecstasy thanks to the way Taeyong handled you. He was animalistic yet not hurting you in any way. His eyes burned holes into yours as he moved his hips faster and faster until you came undone and he followed straight after.

Taeyong quickly cleaned you up and kissed you softly, his touches were much lighter as he held your face in his hands moving his lips gracefully against yours.

“I'm going to end things with him Taeyong I can't take it anymore” you rested your head on his chest as he stroked your hair.

“I know baby just do whats best for you, and just know I actually do like you like really fucking like you” he replied and he felt you smile.

“You fell for me in three days ?” you giggled against his chest.

“No baby i've liked you since the day I met you, these three days were for you to finally come to your senses.”

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anxioussweasley · 3 years

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Well That Was Unexpected

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: When Fred finds out your his soulmate, he doesn’t exactly know how to tell you, but knowing Fred Weasley, nothing ever really goes as planned. Soulmate au where their first words to you are tattooed on you in their hand writing. The summary sucks but it’s very fluffy. Just a cute little soulmate au because I live for that.

Word count: Almost 3k.

Warnings: Slight mentions of anxiety, slight cursing, mentions of having a bad day, mentions of public humiliation? (Are all of these necessary warnings? I dont think so but 🤷‍♀️), Crappy writing, A way overused soulmate au, lots of cammas.

A/N: I honestly feel like I’ve read something very similar to this. Idk but I love soul mate aus so...💕💕💕

Everyone knew about soulmates. In fact many of your peers had already found theirs. You on the other hand had not been so lucky. And as you entered your 6th year, the fear crept in that you never would. Of course that was ridiculous, you knew you had a soul mate. The tattoo on your left wrist in the messiest scrawl of words you had ever seen was proof enough of that.

The fear sweeped in none the less, especially after more and more of your peers found their soulmates when the Beauxbatons and the Dumstrang students arrived. You couldn’t say you were exactly surprised though. You kept to yourself mostly and barely spoke to anyone outside of your house. not for lack of friendliness, but a natural disposition to keep to yourself. How were you supposed to meet your soulmate if you hardly ever spoke to new people.

The great hall was teeming with energy. People gathered around as their peers entered their name in the goblet of fire. Cheers rang out as Cedric Diggory threw a slip of paper into the goblet. You didn’t bother to look up from your book, until more cheers rang out across the hall. As you scanned the room you noticed the Weasley twins jogging in. Watching as they ran up to their friends your eyes tracked one twin in particular.

You had never spoken to either of them before, although you knew much about them. How could you not with a reputation like theirs? They had always stood out to you; their fiery hair and even fiery personality. They were the talk of the school with all of their pranks, not to mention the reputation they built playing quidditch. To you, Fred had always stood out more. He was louder than George, and far more likely to cause a scene, but you liked that about him. He wasn’t afraid of the attention, good or bad, in fact he embarrassed it. So, you couldn’t help but develop a school girl crush on the older twin. It was ridiculous though; the two of you had never even spoken.

“Cooked it up just this morning!” You heard George say. This caught your attention. You had already seen three other students today take a potion to try and enter their names. In fact madame pomfry had instructed you to take anyone else who tried to the hospital wing. The twins couldn’t possibly think that an aging potion would work, right?

“It’s not going to work,” Hermoine Granger sang out in a singsong voice. You knew Hermoine from the library where you spent most of your free time. You had shared a table with her once or twice, and have had quite a few conversations in passing. The twins crouched down next to her on either side but you couldn’t quite catch what they were saying due to the volume in the room. Something about dumbledore being dim witted. Soon enough the twins were standing up on the stands small vials in hand.

“Ready Fred?”

“Ready george!”

“Bottoms up!” Both twins said in unison and the linked arms and downed the vials. Then they jumped over the age line. Well this will be interesting.

They both pranced around a bit to celebrate their victory of making it over the line. Then they turned to the goblet, each dropping a piece of parchment into the fire. But just as soon the fire erupted and the two boys were sent flying across the great hall. Their was a moment of silence and then everyone burst into laughter as the twins hair started to grow out and turn white. You chucked at the boys antics. You had to admit, even if their plan was dim witted, your fondness of them only grew.

Laughter was important. And it was nice to have people around that could so easily bring a smile to anyone’s face.

The boys started scuffling on the floor. People surrounding them yelling,”Fight! Fight! Fight!” You stood from your place in the bleachers making your way through the crowd. As you came to the inner circle you stepped forward having been instructed by madam pomfrey to take anymore age potion victims to the hospital wing. When you approached them you simply tapped Fred or the one you thought was Fred, it was easier to tell before the long white hair, on the shoulder. You took a step back as Fred followed by George looked up at you curiously. Making matching expressions as if to ask why you were breaking up their scuffle.

“Well that was unexpected,” you said sarcastically, “c’mon old timers, you have to go see Pomfrey.”

George rolled his eyes and stood up. But Fred remained on the floor, staring up at you like a deer in headlights. George noticed Fred’s shift in mood. And suddenly he realized what you had said. So he quickly grabbed Fred’s arm and pulled him off the floor. Luckily the commotion in the great hall had halted drastically as victor krum made his way up to the goblet, or else you probably would have missed George’s hasty reply as he pulled Fred away from you quickly and out of the hall.

“Yeah, Y/N, um... We should do that. Come on Fred.”

As soon as they were out of the hall and away from you George halted his steps and let go of the sleeve he had been using to drag his brother. “Fred?”

Fred was still staring back towards the entrance of the great hall still not fully believing what had happened.

“Freddie?”

“What?” Fred finally looked back at George. He shook his head all of the sudden as if snapping back to reality.

“What?” George asked sarcastically. “I don’t know if you noticed but I’m pretty sure you just met your soulmate, unless that mark on your arm has miraculously changed! Although I am curious how someone like you scored someone like Y/N.” Fred just scoffed.

“We can talk about it later.” Fred brushed his brother off. “Let’s just go see Pomfrey.”

George shook his head at his brother but followed him to the hospital wing nonetheless.

As Fred sat waiting for Pomfry to come set him back to normal he couldn’t help but think about what had happened. Fred knew you, barley, having had classes with you before, but never had he spoken to you. Something he was now regretting, considering that this had been the first time you ever spoke to him and he looked like an old man. He suddenly felt a sense of embarrassment wash over him. An odd and rare emotion for him. How was he supposed to tell you now? How was he supposed to tell you that your words were inked into his skin and his heart had already fallen into your hands. He couldn’t just walk up to you and say, “hey remember when you saw me turn into an old man? Yeah well, that was unexpected, has been written on my arm since I was born... So, uh, nice to meet you I think your my soulmate!”Yeah, absolutely not.

He didn’t know why he was so conflicted about the events that had occurred. He wanted to meet his soulmate. He wanted to know someone saw him for more than just his pranks and his family. But when you made your sarcastic remark his world stopped. It was easy to daydream of what he would say when he met his soulmate. It was easy to think he could be confident and funny and charming. That was until he saw you and heard you say the obscure little sentence his heart had always longed to hear. Now that he thinks about it he’s lucky he had been on the ground wrestling George or else you would have completely knocked him off his feet.

He couldn’t stop worrying now. His easygoing, carefree, nature thrown completely out the window as he thought of you. What did you think of him? He knew you weren’t exactly a social butterfly. What if you thought he was loud and obnoxious. Many people in the school did. He had seen you once talking to Hermione, if you were anything like her it was completely possible that you saw him as annoying. What if you didn’t like him? What if his soulmate thought he was nothing but an immature prat? That would break him. He wanted so badly to know what you thought of him. What if you didn’t think of him? What if you didn’t even know his name? Knowing that his soulmate might not even know he exists hurt.

Little did Fred know you were thinking of him too. The way he had looked at you as you told them to go see Pomfry was confusing to say the least. You had never seen the prankster freeze up like that. Not even when facing some of the worst punishments Hogwarts had ever seen so far. George had acted odd too. The way he was so quick to drag Fred away. To be honest it made you worry a bit. About what, you didn’t know but an anxious feeling crept into your stomach as you thought of the interaction.

It had now been a week since the age potion incident. You had barely seen either of the Weasley twins but when they were around you had the strange feeling like they were watching you. You figured that was probably all in your head. Residual worry over what had happened last week.

Your day had been terrible. You had not gotten much sleep, you woke up late, missed breakfast, and were in a terrible mood. You had forgotten your transfiguration homework, and had messed up in potions, a class you usually excelled in. Snape had made it his personal mission to humiliate you for your mistake. It didn’t help that you were very aware of the Weasley twins sitting right behind you now. They had moved seats yesterday and at first you were a little excited with the change but now it only helped to worsen your embarrassment.

That’s how you found yourself sitting at the top of the astronomy tower, cursing yourself for not bringing a jumper. The dreary weather seemed to match your mood, which made the feeling of the cold seeping into your bones that much worse. You had been up here for a few hours now and it was bound to be close to dinner time. So you grudgingly pulled yourself off the cold stone floor. You lazily lifted your bag onto your shoulder and started your trek down the long spiraling stairway.

It had barely been a minute and you were already hating yourself for coming up here. The walk down long and grueling with the mood you were in.

Fred had been looking everywhere. He didn’t know you well but he had finally gotten the courage to tell you he thought you were soulmates. He had only been more sure when he moved desks and was able to catch a glimpse of your handwriting. Handwriting he recognized. Handwriting that had been engraved in his skins since he was born. The thought of it made him feel a bit guilty. Your soulmate tattoo was probably unreadable, with the way he writes. So he searched the castle. He checked the great hall, the courtyard, the library, asking people from your house if they had seen you. He even asked Hermoine if she knew where you were. She told him she didn’t know you well but remembered you mentioning you liked to hang out in the astronomy tower. So here he was, starting his trek up the stairs to see if just maybe,by the grace of Merlin, he would find you up there.

You stared at your feet as you made your way down the steps. To caught up in your head to notice the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs or the landing you were approaching. So caught up in your thoughts about your day and how much you despised Snape that you ran straight into the person as you reached a platform in the stairs. You let out a Yelp as you suddenly lost your balance, sure that you were about to fall to your death. The person you had run into had also lost their balance because their arms reached out as they pulled you closer and you both fell onto the floor. You were lucky considering that if the collision had occurred only three feet further down you would probably still be tumbling down the steps.

“Well that was unexpected.” The words left Fred’s mouth before he could stop them and he wanted to pummel himself for it. You looked up in shock at the voice, meeting Fred’s eyes. Not really believing what you had just heard.

“Shit. I mean- oh well I guess there is no going back. Um... look Y/N—“Fred was panicking. He wanted to say something special. He wanted to be able to sit down and actually have a conversation with you but he guesses that this is pretty typical for him.

“You know my name?” You asked. The question wasn’t the smartest but you had convinced yourself that Fred Weasley didn’t even know you existed. Especially after today, trying to pretend he wasn’t paying attention to Snape humiliating you.

“Of course I do!” Fred was quick to reply. Too quick he thought. Great now he looked like a creep. “I just mean... well we have gone to school together since we were 11. I was actually looking for you... to apologize for Snape. He really tore into you today.” Godric, Fred! Way to play it cool!

“Oh. You heard that?” You now felt more embarrassed than ever. Not only had your crush seen your public humiliation, but now you had effectively knocked him over, nearly landed on top of him, and had heard him say the words inked into your forearm.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell him off, but I already have detention this weekend,” Fred chuckles.

“It’s okay, Fred, you don’t have to defend my honor,” you joke. Fred’s heart soared at that. You knew his name. And not just ‘oh your one of the Weasley twins’. She knew his name.

“Yeah, I think I do.” He pulled up his sleeve then, showing you the ink on his skin. There marked into his forearm you saw your handwriting splayed across his pale skin, ‘well that was unexpected.’

You stared at the mark for a second before reaching your hand out to gently rub your fingers across the mark, looking up at him as he nodded; it was okay. Goosebumps rose on his skin as your fingers brushed over his tattoo, a shiver going down his spine as a sense of warmth overwhelmed him.

He tried to hide his disappointment as you pulled your hand away, but it quickly dissipated as you rolled up your sleeve. His eyes landing on your soulmate mark. He was right about his bad handwriting. There inked on your arm in his horrible scrawl was the phrase, ‘well that was unexpected.’

He reached out but stopped himself before brushing his fingers against your skin. “May I?” You nodded and gave him a small smile. You felt as if you might combust as his fingers grazed your skin. Feeling a frenzy of butterflies in your stomach. The rest of the world seemed to fade away. You no longer felt the bitter cold of the stone floors, or the slight ache where you had collided with the floor. All you could see, hear, and feel was Fred. And you never wanted it to be any other way.

Fred chuckled snapping you out of your thoughts. He looked at you, the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face. “I’m really sorry about the hand writing, love. I know it’s atrocious I wouldn’t be surprised if you can’t even read it.” He laughed again looking back down at your arm and shaking his head.

“I can read it actually. It’s difficult but I have always known what it says. It’s perfect, really.” Your voice was soft as you looked down at your own mark.

“I wanted to tell you sooner but I guess I was nervous,” Fred’s voice was nearly a whisper, far too focused on examining the mark on your skin. “Also embarrassed. I never imagined that I would look like an old man when I first met my soulmate.”

“Well no offense but that was your own fault! I know Hermoine told you the aging potion wouldn’t work!” You laugh.

Fred laughs along with you shaking his head at his own misfortune. “You must think I’m pretty dim witted.”

“No, not really. I quite enjoy your antics actually.”

“Really? You don’t think George and I are obnoxious gits?” The question was a joke but a sliver of insecurity seeped through.

“No,” you reassure him. “In fact I must admit I don’t think you're a git at all. I actually kind of like you.” Your voice was happy and teasing, and Fred thought he could die happy right here.

“Well that was unexpected!” Fred burst out laughing at his own joke. You only shook your head, rolling your eyes at him. And as he looked back at you, that damn smile on his face, you got a sudden burst of courage.

Pulling him closer, in one swift motion, you placed your lips on his. He was shocked for a second, but soon kissed back. Smiling into it. It was clunky but sweet, and you both couldn’t help but feel like fireworks were going off all around you. When you pulled away his lips followed yours for a second.

He opened his eyes, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“Well not as unexpected as that.” He says as he pulls you in for another kiss.

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hamphobicbasil · 3 years

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Could u elaborate about the dsmp story being bad? Not a rabid/brain dead fan, just genuinely curious and I enjoy reading people's rants lolol

oh you dont know the floodgates you just opened

a few things:

1. despite not liking the creators of the dsmp anymore, I don't actually hate most of them. [the ones that are particularly unsavory fall outside of this of course] so all that I'm saying i truly mean in a critical sense towards the story, its also just all purely my opinion as someone who enjoys fictional and fantasy stories and who like criticizing works to see what it does well and what it doesn't do well

2. for clarification I'm going to use the c![name] to indicate when I'm talking about the characters. Don't get me wrong, I think its annoying too but its the only way I'm gonna be able to write this thing without getting something across the wrong way yknow?

3. I stopped watching the streams after November 16th, [save for one Techno one but I closed out after a particularly bad story beat lol] and so all information coming afterward is all second hand from either me seeing people on twt talk abt it or people dming me. All i really know is up to dream's imprisonment and some stuff past that.

4. This is mostly aimed towards the "main" story, so stuff abt the badlands, eggpire, and whatnot are briefly mentioned.

anyways uh, i'll try to be brief but also include enough information to get why i feel the way i do on some stuff across

A. Performances Alright obviously these people are all streamers, so obviously they might not be the best actors, and hell no one is even asking that of them. However, when you're telling a story that's based on the audio with the visuals kinda coming to a second, it's gotta be pretty strong. I will say, some of the best actors in my opinion are Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo. I would include Ranboo but I never watched any of his story bits or story streams so I can't say much. Wilbur and Tommy are excellent in selling their character's emotions and feelings, when I watch the stream I don't feel like I'm watching an rp but an actual thought-out story yknow? And one of my favorite Tubbo examples was in the Hog Hunt video whenever Techno attacked him, he sounded genuinely afraid and I believed everything his character was feeling.

However, unfortunately, not everyone is gonna be that good. And I'm gonna say it; Dream and Techno have to be the worst out of the entire cast. I understand Techno's whole character is this monotoned badass, however, when really emotional moments hit I feel like he never lets that fall, and a lot of intense moments just ring hollow. And I'm sorry but Dream's attempts at being intimidating leave me laughing whenever I watch them. It feels like he watched that one scene from The Marriage with Adam Driver and Scarlett Johannson and said "Oh this is what good acting looks like! Just yelling." His whole "I don't give a FUCK about Spirit!" speech isn't as great as people keep making it out to be. And whenever he tries to act coy when being a villain it feels like a guy reading the script for the first time, a bit like he's trying too hard. I have more problems with his character but his portrayal certainly doesn't help.

Everyone else is fine, and I don't feel strongly either way about a lot of them.

B. The "Lore" Okay first off, I can't be the only one who thinks it's silly that people are calling the dsmp's story "lore" when it's not, it's the fucking story. Lore indicates backstory to either the world or the characters, which a lot of the streams don't really pertain to. This is a really petty section but god it's a weird pet peeve of mine.

Other than the misusage of "lore" vs "story", the actual lore and world-building of the world are so lackluster that new elements can be introduced whenever and it often feels cluttered or not well thought out at all. And here's the thing, I feel like if the writers sat down just for a few minutes to establish world rules and general history, a lot of this could be solved! but so much is made up on the spot that it starts to feel like they're grabbing at straws to keep people invested, trying to reach that next high and intense story beat without actually earning it.

C. The Egg / Eggpire This is a pretty minor note since I was only invested in the Egg storyline for a little bit, but god it's so underused that it's almost embarrassing. Bad has provided this super interesting antagonistic force that's infecting the SMP, can control people, and who one of our main character is immune to, and it's just never used or even talked about again? Now I understand if he wanted to keep it to a side storyline only, however, to introduce this borderline eldritch creature and force within the world and then never have it dealt with is so weird.

D. The Writing Oh boy this is. kinda a big one. Now I'm not gonna lie, it's pretty obvious I have a bias for the Wilbur writing over the current team [that consisting of Dream, Quackity, and Tommy mostly]. I don't this his writing is perfect by any means, the characters constantly bringing up traitors got obnoxious after a while, and writing Hamilton but in Minecraft really isn't the modern Shakespeare or anything. However, I think his exploration of characters and plot progression was a lot more thought out and well planned, like he actually had two brain cells behind the story yknow? The current team I think fails to be as emotional or even impactful, things happened too fast and my god was everything drowned in angst for so long.

Don't get me wrong, you gotta have your characters face hardships to make them reach their goal believable, but some of the shit they put the characters through just felt like too much. From c!Tubbo's constant comparison to c!Schlatt [who btw, fucking ordered his death and kept him from his friends in a nation he felt trapped in] and on a side note, i kinda really fucking dislike the "c!Schlatt dad!!" au's or the au's where c!Tubbo inherits some of Schlatt's features, it would be like c!Tommy getting a c!Dream mask after his exile, it's feels so weird yet people eat that shit up for some reason.

But god, did c!Tommy get the brunt of it all and in retrospect after his final death, it kinda feels really fucking gross. Now obviously, I'm not trusting any of these people to write decent mental health representation, but c!Tommy's PTSD and how it was explored was just degrading. [Specifically the scene in that one Techno stream where he saw the final control room from the first war, and had a flashback / panic attack where he started calling out for c!Dream. I understand this is an actual thing people with PTSD will experience, but it felt so fucking stereotypical it got on my nerves. I actually had to close out of the stream because it made me feel sick, fiction shouldn't leave you feeling that way.] And don't get me started on how they basically reused the formula from the previous arc. [Problem introduced -> Tensions rise as things start to fall apart -> Big confrontation -> Exile -> Return from Exile -> Blowing up L'Manberg, again.]

And speaking of characters-

E. Character Arcs, or the lack of them In my genuine opinion, some of these characters' arcs are so disappointing. Especially c!Tommy's. I'm not one to believe that he was a "selfish" character or anything, however, his goals were simply set on his discs and maybe c!Tubbo, he didn't have much outside that. However, L'Manberg gave him something to care about, he gave up his discs for it and he fought for it tooth and nail, I think it taught him to open up to others and trust more. It was a great character arc for him to have, seeing him still fight even after his first exile alongside c!Wilbur, to return safely to the nation that he and his found family had built.

But then his second exile happened, and I feel like all of that was undone.

c!Tommy's exile genuinely pisses me off for so many reasons. It's not that characters can't have their low points after reaching a major change or feeling like they've "completed" their arcs or anything, but it's more of the fact that it seems like he's never going to heal that feels like a spit in the face, especially to people who might have had setbacks like that before. Progress isn't linear, sometimes things happen and you get knocked back down, it can take a while to get back up, but I don't think c!Tommy's character is ever going to be allowed to get back up. From c!Dream, who pretty much was a constant abuser in his life, killing him then reviving him, and his still fractured relationship with c!Tubbo, which by the way I have a had time believing they would still be friends after all that happened, it feels like he can never get a win and it's generally kinda a shit way to treat your characters who have been abused. Of course, not all abused characters are going to get happy endings, I'm not trying to dictate that they all should, but c!Tommy deserves one and the fact that it's so obscure feels shitty.

Side note: we still don't have a canon reason to give a shit abt the discs. Like I'm sorry but without some sorta connection to the MacGuffin why should we give a shit about him getting them other than "he wants them lol". Like hell, I would even accept the classic "they were the last gifts from his parents" or something, but we still don't have a reason.

c!Tubbo also lacks a fulfilling arc as well, from someone who started out as a yes man, he has progressed a bit into having his own interests first, but besides that sometimes his character makes me so. depressed. He's easily one of the most pushed around and hated characters within the story, all for being a kid who didn't know what to do and he's in the same vein as c!Tommy; these kids can't get a break. Also, his anti-violence beliefs morphing into the "lets kill c!Techno lol!" bit was so out of place and without proper build-up it was like. what. And now he's building nukes?? god c!Tubbo makes me so sad because he's kicked around constantly and never given a chance to grow.

Another small note, I also don't really enjoy c!Techno at all. Besides the previously stated reasons of lack of emotions when they're really needed, I find his character to be weirdly pretentious. He talks as if he's constantly been betrayed and hurt but I personally, don't see it? Like, I think one of the main examples was the Pogtopia vs. Manberg war, yknow he wanted to end the government but they just reinstated it after they won = c!Techno upset. But this doesn't make sense to me because why did he think otherwise? The entire time c!Tommy had talked about taking back their nation and starting again, so the fact that c!Techno suddenly thought there would be a sudden change is, to put it bluntly, kinda fucking stupid. I don't want to say that he "plays the victim" or anything because that feels a bit harsh, but his character feels so far up his own ass that I can't enjoy him.

I have a major grip with c!Dream as well, but that's getting it's own fucking section.

F. L'Manberg This is a quick note before we get into the, forgive me for this, endgame, of this entire rant, since the next two sections are tied together. But god, L'Manberg makes me upset because it feels like they gave up on it.

Don't get me wrong, I understand that it is supposed to be c!Wilbur's "unfinished symphony", the thing that destroyed a once charismatic and widely loved man, his attempt at power that utterly ruined him. But the fact that it just got blown up in the end after everything and left to rot felt like such a waste of time. From the first war, to Pogtopia, to even c!Tommy's exile, it all felt fucking worthless in the end, and the story is actively closer to how it was when it started now more than ever. I wished it was actually allowed to exist and continue to be a peaceful place in what is a chaotic world, but no it was just snuffed out because why dedicate to this concept of finding others you can band together with and feel safe. fuck that noise apparently?

G. The Villains Now villain-wise, I'm only talking about c!Dream [during the first war], c!Schlatt, and c!Wilbur. And believe it or not, this is actually mostly positive.

Now I'm not gonna lie, c!Dream as a staring antagonist wasn't bad actually, he posed a genuine and threatening opposition to L'Manberg, even if we didn't know his real intentions or motivations as to why he was against it. He's lucky in this sense because he didn't have to be good, he had to be passable. If anything, he felt more like an anti-hero than a tyrant or traditional villain, and my god do I wish he kept this theme going forward.

Now quick disclaimer, I don't like JSchlatt as much as the next guy, he's an adult man who should know better than to joke about some sensitive topics and act the way that he does. But the one thing I'll ever give him is that damn, was he a good actor for his character.

Now here's the thing, c!Schlatt wasn't particularly deep at all. He had no real motivations behind his exile of c!Wilbur and c!Tommy other than getting competition out of the way, had no reason to act the way that he did and yknow? that's fine. The reason why he worked was from his performance alone, he was actually intimidating. When he came onto the stream and was doing his typical bad guy stuff, it was actually intense to see what he would do. Whenever he would almost catch c!Tommy back in Manberg, whenever he would begin to pressure c!Tubbo, it put you on the edge of your seat and it felt like everything would change at the drop of a pen. He's a villain to be a villain, and this works out because he's just charismatic and well put together enough to make it interesting, even without the backstory or motives.

c!Wilbur however, is much more tragic, and the best villain of the story. He essentially was the "mentor turned evil" trope and it felt terrible watching him descend into madness, unable to trust barely anyone except for c!Techno and c!Tommy. Hell, in the end I think he still cared about them both, despite losing everything. Sure, he blew up L'Manberg, but there was still a smidge of the old c!Wilbur in there made everything he did feel melancholic. His death at the hands of his father after achieving his final wish was chilling, and something I still think about.

Until yknow, Ghostbur came back way too soon to let people feel his loss as a character within that world. And then he got revived, pretty much-undoing everything that moment meant for his character lol.

And then there's the worst one:

H. Dream. I'm going to be completely honest, c!Dream is one of the main reasons why I dislike the current dsmp stuff so much. Outside of his actions as a person, the way Dream decided to write his character as this overpowered madman of the dsmp really just. destroyed any intrigue that he could've had. Perhaps this is from my growing dislike towards him, manifesting into a bias towards his character, but god I cannot fathom why people try to insist he's interesting when he has as much depth as a fucking puddle.

And here's the thing, I'm not even entirely against c!Dream being a villain, hell I think he would've been great as an anti-hero if anything. Make him sympathetic but not through c!George to get your precious "DNF" points or anything, but show him actually caring about the people within the dsmp, including c!Tommy and c!Tubbo. This would make his rival status with them just a bit more complicated, sure they're enemies, however, he doesn't want to hurt or kill them, and there's still a level of friendship there that keeps them bonded when things get super bad. This could've been super interesting to see, the first villain of the story receiving a sorta redemption arc then descending into madness as he started to fixate on being a god. This is all how I feel personally, but god do I feel like it would've been better than his current character, and hell would've worked with how he was during the Pogtopia arc, before the war that is. I'm not trying to tell Dream how to write his own character, but there are so many other ways he could've done the madman seeking to become god rather then. whatever the hell we got.

Because instead, we got this power-mad asshole who does things... because he can? And that's one of my major issues: he tries to surround his character in mystery to make him "intriguing" but it's kinda like c!Techno, it comes off as pretentious. Not only that, but you cannot keep waving around this mystery of a backstory without ever actually revealing it. I know the story isn't over, but c!Dream is effectively at his lowest point, now would be the time to reveal his backstory. But no just keep it in the dark and keep everyone guessing, that's totally fun and not at all tiring and annoying. (sarcasm, if anyone needs it)

And back to his performance, he doesn't sell this aloof, cynical and strategic warrior that has perfected the blade or some shit, he comes off as some angry guy yelling on reddit. which i don't need to tell you, isn't intimidating. It feels like he's trying to have c!Schlatt's intimidation combined with c!Wilbur's depth, but instead he's like a little brother who's trying to hard to mimic his older brother and is kinda embarrassing himself.

but other then that i dont feel too strongly abt the dsmp lol

but seriously, these are the main complaints I have abt the story tbh, I could probably talk about more but I wont because man. this is probably gonna get me in trouble if any of the hyper-dsmp fans actually read it.

#wow this is long #txt #anti dsmp #anti dream #dsmp crit #dsmp critical #yeah im tagging it i dont give a shit #dream crit #dream critical #the story is shit yo!

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marvel-m-lee · 3 years

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Jay's Makeup Giggles

I actually like his fic a lot for the most part. I haven't felt so gd bout righting a fic in a while lol- though it's weird at the start, I promise it does actually get better.

Prompt: by @secretly-tword-obsessed - Lee Jay

Words: 2222

Warning: language, teasing, fluff.

-Big Mouth!

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It was a casual day. Only it wasn't. I lied. Jay was now hiding somewhere in Nicks house, giggling nervously, awaiting for one of his friends to find him.

It had started off a normal day, Andrew and Jessi were going to come over to Nicks and Jay just stayed the night. Nicks parents loved him so they never really minded.

"So, Nick, Jay? What time are Andrew and Jessi coming round?" Nicks mum asked, everyone sitting around the breakfast tabled eating.

"Any time, but knowing them probably 11 or 12" Nick answered.

Both of Nicks parents looked at each other with lust, his father slightly whispered something rather a little too loud making all but the two lovers uncomfortable. Well and Jay- but that's just Jay for ya.

"Please don't say that when they're here-"

"Nicky, I perfectly normal -and healthy! To make love in the morning. Your mother and I would do it all hours of the day if you kids weren't around and we had no jobs-"

"That's enough dad!" Nick sighed, putting down his cutlery and feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Later Nick and Jay were getting ready when the door rang, alerting them that Andrew and Jessi were here. Nick ran down, Jay following after and let the two in the house.

"Hey Andrew! Hey Jessi!" Jay happily yelled, giving the two a hug.

"Hey Jay" Jessi chuckled, patting jays back.

"Okay, alright! Let's go upstairs and play some video games!" Nick said, the four ran upstairs and played video games.

Yeah, all rather casual for the most part. They played videogames, had lunch, played more video games- them jessi decided to scroll on her phone for a bit.

"Come on Jessi girl, let's do something fun!" Connie begged, watching ad the girl scrolled through Instagram posts of mini make up tutorials and clothing outfits.

"Connie I'm bored too, but the boys just wanna play videogames and I just wanna scroll through my phone" Jessi didn't once take her eyes off her phone.

"Come on!!!- oh I have an idea!!! We could convince them to let us do their make up!?" Connie's eyes shone brightly, as thiugh she'd just had the best idea.

Jessi thought for a moment, about to agree because that could actually be pretty fun, but she soon remembered she hadn't brought the little make up she had.

"We can't, I didn't bring any make up" she sighed, looking back at her phone.

Connie's expression changed from excitement, to disappointment ment, to yet more excitement in a matter of seconds.

"Check your bag!"

"What?"

"You packed some from the time you went on that horrific date-" An uncomfortable shiver went down Connie's spine, the same for Jessi's.

"Yeah- it was pretty shit..."

"Yeah... anyway go check if you still have it!"

Jessi jumped off the bed and went to grab her bag, Nick looked over to check if she was alright but soon realised she was fine.

Annoyingly that made him loose the game. "ha! Another win for the Jay Hammer! Thats what my pillow calls me" Jay winked but the other two grimisted at the thought of Jay fucking a pillow-

"Hey guys?" Jessie asked, picking something up and nor letting any of them see.

"Yeah Jessi?"

"Wanna do something fun?"

"She wants to fuck! She definitely wants you to pounds her" Maury chanted, excitement radiations off him. Andrew tried to ignore him.

"Uh.. sure Jessi, what?" Andrew asked, confused but wanting to see if Maury was right. Obviously he wasn't. But still, hope. 🤞

Jessi pulled out her make up and smiled evil-y as the lights flickered and the boys all screamed.

Very over dramatic indeed.

"What the hell jusy happened to the lights?" Andrew asked, looking up.

"Probably a fuise"

"Did anyone else hear that demonic laughter?" Nick asked.

"Me again, haha- MAHAHAHA" The lights flickered again as Jay laughed manicly, everyone else screaming. The next minute it was like nothing happened.

"Okay- anyway- Jessi you can't be serious? That's... make ups for girls" Andrew said, threatened by ruining his masculinity.

"Yes I'm serious! Plus, make ups for everyone. All it does is make your features show more"

"Jessi- I just don't think... make ups for me? Ya know?"

"Oh whatever Andrew, Nick? Jay? You two aren't afraid of make up right?" She asked, not wanting to convince Andrew.

"Uh... Jessi I just don't know-"

"I will!" Jay jumped up and off the bed, jumping up and down with his hand in the air like a child.

"Yes Jay!"

Jay and Jessi were both excited to do the make up, Nick and Andrew both shrugged as they continued playing their video game. Though it was better cause Jay would always win.

"Okay Jay, sit up here" Jessi said, patting the edge of the bed as she put her stuff down and grabbed a rather large make up brush.

Jay sat down and swung his legs like a five year old, he was more than happy to do this- for whatever reason. He sat patiently as he waited for Jessi to get ready.

Jessi had put some sort of powder on the brush and asked Jay to look at her, she gently held his chin in her hand and dusted the brush on his face, asking Connie if she was doing it right.

Suddenly though, Jay jumped upwards with a little squeak, everyone stopped and looked over at him.

"You okay Jay?" Nick asked, Jay went a little red and nodded, suddenly quiet. Andrew and Nick looked at one another, asking what the hell just happened, Jessi just asked for Jay to sit down again so she could keep going.

Reluctantly, Jay sat back down and waited. He tried to hold it in but he couldn't help as the brush dusted his cheek once more. Suddenly, light, bubbly, childish giggles splattered out of his mouth, giggling away as the brush tickled his skin.

He tried to twitch away but also tried to stay still, trying to mask was something he did rarely, if ever, but was trying so hard to at this moment.

"Jay? Everything okay?" Jessi asked, stopping the brush and taking it away. Jay's giggles didn't stop though, so he tried to rub them away which just messed with the powder slightly.

"Is- is he okay?" Andrew asked, yet again pausing the game.

"I dont know-"

Nick tapped Jay's shoulder, making him jump. For some, stupid, random reason whenever Jay was lightly tickled he'd become incredibly sensitive, not that he wasn't already, no. Jay was probably one of the most ticklish people in the world but would usually run and hide so his friends never found out.

"Woah- hey, Jay?" Jay stopped rubbing as the sensation went away, his face was going red as he realised most, if not all of his closest friends were in the same room, without him being able to run, as he was lightly tickled.

"Oh my god the boys ticklish-" Maury and Connie both exclaimed, now visible to all the children rather than just their kid.

"Aw, that's so cute!" Connie exclaimed, grabbing him and ticking under his chin, starting up a whole new bundle of giggles as he turned away.

"No! No-" Jay denied, still giggling like the five year old he was.

"Wait seriously?" Andrew exclaimed, jumping off the bed. Out of all of them Andrew was one of the most ticklish, but it wadnt a surprise, let alone new news. Jay on the other hand jumped at the slightest touch.

"How did we never realise?" Nick asked, rather surprised yet somehow not at all.

"Let's tickle him till he cries!" Maury yelled, wiggling his fingers at the boy who just giggled before he was even touched.

He shook his head, "g-guys! I-iheim not even ticklish!"

Jessi couldn't help but smile, Jay trying to ignore the fact of how ticklish he was was adorable to say the least. Especially as he was already giggling at the slight thoughts of being tickled.

"Aren't you a cutie!" Connie said again, tickling his chin, ears and neck making him squeal and step back into the bed. He tried to run away the sensations but couldn't stop the giggles or smirks growing on all his friends faces.

"N-no- really guys- ihihim n-neheot ticklish!"

"How about we test that theory?" Andrew said.

As soon as Jay heard that his eyes went wide and he ran. Probably faster than Usain Bolt.

So that's where we are, Jay hiding from his friends as the image of their wiggling hands corrupted his mindz reluctantly giggling. Jay slammed his hand over his mouth and shut his eyes tight, pretending he wasn't there.

Jay didn't hate tickling, he actually enjoyed it. His brothers would tickle him to tears and although they thought they were annoying him, Jay treasured the moments. His parents would do the same when he was much smaller, tickle him slightly and hear his childish giggles.

The thought of his friends tickling him? It was terrifying buy also exciting. He couldn't bring himself to let them though, so he hid away.

It had been 10 minutes, his giggles would stop and go all over again and he was surprised he wasn't found yet.

Only then did he hear people walking down the hall, calling out his name.

"Jayyyy? Where are you~" Andrew called out, the teasing didn't help. He flushed red and hid deeper in his hands, curling up.

"Jay, we're gonna find you" He heard Nick call.

"Come out~" Jessi couldn't help but laugh, imagining her friend in the exact position he was in.

The footsteps passed the cupboard but stopped soon after, Jay had accidentally let out a rather loud giggle after holding his breath. Once more his breathing stopped and so did everything else.

In a slash of a second, the door opened and Jay was thrown over some hairy monsters shoulder, squealing and yelling. Pounding his back.

"This kid is strong" Maury said, but soon gave Jay a poke on his side and he once more turned to a puddle of giggles. Jay was thrown on Nicks bed and the door was locked.

Jay curled into a ball and squeezed his eyes tight, giggling hysterically already.

"Oh my god he's worse than Andrew!" Jessi called out.

"Hey!"

"We haven't even touched him yet" Nick laughed, then going to poke Jay's side as he squealed.

"Jay~ are you sure you're not ticklish?" Nick teased, poking his side over and over abd Jay frantically tossed and turned, laughing now.

"NAHAHAGAHANOOOOO" He shook his head and squealed as the pokes became faster as faster.

Andrew them fluttered some fingers around his neck, giggles splattered out along with reluctant laughter.

"NAHAHA!! PLEASEEEEEE" Jay battered their hands away, begging as the sensations became stronger.

"Oh my fuck, you got him begging already?!" Maury cheered the kids on. Nick looked at Andrew and Jessi and the three decided to climb on the bed.

Nick said just below Jay's hips but not on his thighs, Jessi sat on his angles and Andrew used all his strength to lift up the boys arms exposing his armpits and sat on his wrists as he clashed around.

"All spread out just for us" Andrew teased, dragging his hands lightly down Jay's arms as he tossed and turned, giggling eyes squeezed shut after feeling the horror of being so exposed.

"Nahahaha!! A-andreewwww" Jay begged but soon he felt hands on his calves, Jessi's fingers slightly being dragged upwards. Jay couldn't help but bash his feet.

"Now, Jay? Are you ticklish?" Jay didnt care, he somehow thought that they'd believe him if he stood ground. Even if he was a giggling puddle.

"NooAh!?" He jumped as he felt Jessie flutter under his knees.

"Weak spot guys" she called out, then moved her hands and squeezed his kneecaps.

Jay shook and squealed then, bashing all he could to get out. His knees were definitely a weak spot, he couldn't handle the torture. And it had only just begun.

His friends all laughed at his situation and actions, then everyone dived in. Andrew scratched at his hollows, Nick squeezed his sides and hips, making him buck. Occasionally spidering his ribs which made his giggles bubble up again. And Jessi kept changing from squeezing his knees to his thighs.

Jay couldn't handle it all, not at one anyway. He shook and squeaked, a bright red happy face but begged abd begged.

"STAPPPPPPOP PLEASE STAPPPPHAHMMM" He spluttered out, his face was so red and he couldn't help the tears that formed through laughter over a party few minutes.

Everyone let up abd laughed with him as he crawled into a happy giggly little ball. Maury poked his side one last time for good measure with made him yell but they all just laughed.

"Aw, Jay's a ticklish like boy" Jessi teased. Jay hugged himself, drowning and his own laughter for a few minutes.

"Ya know we would have stopped if you asked?" Nick teased, jumping back on the bed witb Andrew to play again.

Jay went red again. They were right, he'd never actually asked them to stop, and he loved it so much. Everyone went back to doing their own thing and Jay just giggled. Fuck.

#tickle community #masterlist #sfw tickles #writing #tickle fic #tickles #jay #big mouth #big mouth tickle #Lee!Jay #Ler!Nick #Ler!Andrew #Ler!Jessi #connie #maury #i can actually write decent shit #fluff #222222

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fanimesenseiwrites · 3 years

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Hi!, how are you?, hope you're well, anyway, can you please do the '' 1 moment that they assist MC when it comes to adjusting to Devildom'' but for the rest of the brothers? (Levi, Stan, Asmo, Belphie) its ok if you dont want too, have a nice day/night <3

I'm well, thank you for asking! I liked this ask so I'm glad someone asked for the other brothers. Excuse the changing format, I was trying to think of the best way to do each story.

Link to the other 3 brothers.

The brothers help out MC in the Devildom:

Leviathan:

MC has always had a healthy fear of the ocean. As one should, it could easily kill you if you're not cautious. Sharks, certain jellyfish, and riptides and whatnot.

So when Levi asked MC to go to the beach with him, they were a little hesitant. But Levi so rarely wants to leave his room so they felt like they had to say yes.

But as soon as they get to the beach, MC feels their fear go past the lengths of healthy

The sand is black???? Which just makes the water look darker and now MC can't see any potential wild life which they're sure is far scarier and/or more threatening than anything the human realm has to offer and-

"MC? Are you okay?" Levi asks gently.

MC briefly wonders if they should tell him the truth or not.

"I... I just... I'm afraid of the ocean," MC confesses.

Levi is little disappointed. This is the only part of "outside" that he likes, he was really looking forward to this. He wants to stay but he doesn't want his best friend to be uncomfortable

"Why are you afraid of it?" Levi asks, wondering if there's something he can do to help.

When MC tells Levi all their reservations, he perks up a little; he can work with that.

Levi takes MC over to the tide pools first, thinking that starting with something small will help

He's right. MC is absolutely delighted by all the little flora and fauna in the tide pools.

Once MC is comfortable with that, he encourages them to get into the big ocean, promising that no sea creatures will harm them while he's there

"But what about riptides? You can't control the ocean."

That's true, he can't control the water... but he can teach them how to swim out of a riptide.

MC feels a lot better just seeing how much effort Levi has put into making them feel comfortable and safe

"Thank you, Levi. You really are a true friend."

Oh boy is he a blushing mess. He just wants MC to have fun tho and he's glad he could help.

Satan:

Satan is in the library one day, just browsing, when he hears a familiar voice mumbling, grumbling, and... crying?

He walks around to the next aisle to find MC sitting on the ground, surrounded by books, and holding their head in their hands.

He frowns. "MC?"

Their head snaps up to meet his gaze. "Oh fuck..." They sniff and wipe their tears away. "Hey Satan."

"What's wrong?" Satan asks as he kneels down next to MC.

MC sighs. "I just... feel really dumb right now..."

"Can I help you somehow?"

"Not unless you can make all these books suddenly read in (MC's native language)."

"Ah, is the demonic script giving you issues?"

"Yes! And I have to write a paper for literature and history and I'm already sucking ass in history, I have to do good on this paper or I'm pretty sure Lucifer will hang me from the ceiling next! But how can I write a good paper if I can't even read the research well?! Like why am I even here? I'm so stupid and useless down here!"

Satan frowns. "You're not stupid or useless. How about I help you with your papers?"

MC looks at him. "... you would do that?"

"Yes. I'll help you find some good books for your research and I'll help you with the demonic script too."

MC sniffles. "I'd really appreciate that."

Satan smiles slightly and helps them. "Of course, we can't have Lucifer punishing you."

MC chuckles. "Yeah..."

...

"Satan!" MC calls out to the demon just before attacking him with a hug.

"Oi! MC! What're you doing?" Satan is a little annoyed but mostly embarrassed by MC's actions.

MC shoves some papers in his face. "Look, look, look!!! I got an 87 on my literature paper and a 92 on my history one!"

Satan smiles at hearing the grades. "Good job, you did very well."

"Well, it's all thanks to you," MC thanks him.

Satan blushes a little. "You put in the work, I just helped."

"Still, I really appreciate it."

"I'm glad I could help."

Asmodeus:

MC is not "high maintenance" by any means

Especially not when you stand them up next to Asmo

But they still care about how they look a little bit

They want to be clean and look clean and well put together

So when they're thrust into the Devildom without a single personal item, it may not be the first thing they're upset about, but they're upset about it

Lucifer orders Mammon to take MC shopping for such personal items but when MC starts asking him about brands and prices, combination to oily skin...

"Fuck this." He pawns them off on Asmo.

Of course Asmo tries to seduce MC first, but as soon as MC says the words "skin care" it's like a switch is flipped

Asmo pulls them into his room and gives them a skin and hair quiz?? Like on paper???? He just has them ready???????

Based on MC's answers, Asmo has all sorts of products to recommend them

He even lets them try some of the products he owns and uses before he takes them shopping for their own products

Asmo goes only a little bit overboard. He loves helping people with body care, but he's not super invested in MC (yet)

This interaction goes a long way in helping MC become comfortable in the Devildom, and though MC won't tell Asmo that, they do thank him for all his help

When they get home, they definitely find Mammon strung up. Lucifer was not happy that he pawned MC off on Asmo

Belphegor:

By the time Belphegor is released from the attic and is even able to help MC, they've already pretty much adapted to life in the Devildom

Belphie pretends not to care, but when he keeps hearing stories from his brothers about all the stuff they've done with MC he can't help but get a little jealous

Belphie keeps trying to find stuff for him and MC to do that they haven't done yet, but he doesn't have much luck...

Then, one night, he catches MC sneaking into bed with him

"MC...?" He asks, sleepily.

MC gasps. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

Belphie just pulls them close and snuggles them. "S'okay..."

"... I had a nightmare... but I always sleep better with you so I thought I'd come in here..."

Belphie hums. "I'll make sure you dream sweetly, don't worry."

MC pressed their face into Belphie's neck. "Thank you."

Belphie is incredibly smug about that the next day, but he won't tell anyone who asks about it.

#I enjoy stuff like this #sometimes it's hard to write for an idea that's not yours though #but it's good practice #forces me to get out of my comfort zone #I appreciate it #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me Levi #obey me Satan #obey me Asmo #obey me belphie #fanimesensei answers

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ssamie · 3 years

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six. “friends die together”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

kenma slowly opened his eyes. the dim rays of the sun were slowly peeking through his bedroom window as he stretched and rolled around his bed, wrapping himself up in a blanket burrito as he felt his eyes slowly fluttering close once again.

it had been atleast a week since he's actually gotten sleep, and now he's just trying to relish in the feeling of rest before he completely disregards it again.

all of a sudden, his phone rang.

"what the.." he mumbled with a groan

it was currently five in the morning, and he knew kuroo was smart enough not to call him. especially since kenma would usually just be gaming or would just straight up ignore him.

"hello?" he muttered to the phone, not bothering to check the ID

"good morning!" y/n's chirpy la-di-da voice resonated from the phone

immediately, kenma groaned and rolled his eyes. he had to fight the urge of hanging up the phone then and there.

"what do you want? and why are you calling me so early in the morning?" kenma asked

"now, now! don't be so stingy kenma-kun!" she laughed "i just wanted to check up on ya, that's all" she said, followed by soft humming of a melody

kenma blinked as he groggily listened to her words. "oh. okay.."

"thanks for that, i guess.." he said

"aww! your voice is all deep and gravelly in the morning! very hot." she chirped

kenma sighed. he could practically sense the stupid flirty smile appearing on her face. "and you sound oh so happy. as always." kenma chirped back sarcastically

a small smile grazed his lips as she started laughing on the other line.

"oh, kenma! you're so funny!" she chuckled "when have i ever been happy?"

"wait what-"

"anyways, kenma-kun.." she trailed off, her cheerful tone now dropped as an eerily serious and guarded one replaced it.

"y-yes?" kenma gulped

"im afraid im in a tight spot as we speak. its quite critical. please come to the location i will send you." she spoke in a monotonous tone

"huh? wait!" kenma exclaimed. he sat up on his bed, subconsciously reaching for his nekoma jacket which was messily laid out on the foot of his bed. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his hands were shaking, as well as his voice.

"its a crisis! only you can help!" she said

"okay. i-i'll be there.."

humming under her breath, y/n patiently waited for kenma to arrive. she didn't have so much faith at first, but once she heard the soft thumping of feet on the ground, she grinned.

"w-what happened?" kenma asked through ragged breaths as he skidded to a halt infront of her "a-and what are you wearing?" kenma asked

he took notice of her rather formal attire, laying underneath the sand colored coat she had. his brows then shot up as he calmed his ragged breathing.

"is this because of your weird detective work thing? did you get trapped?" kenma asked worriedly. when she didn't answer, he simply panicked even more. "why did you call me?! you should've called those other detective people!" kenma exclaimed

"i got in myself" she admitted with a small innocent smile

"what?" kenma deadpanned, now starting to regret running atleast eight blocks just to help her

"well, you see.. i heard there's a way to commit suicide by getting stuck in an oil drum. so i decided to give it a shot" she said with the same innocent smile. she then chuckled sheepishly as she started sinking deeper into the oil drum.

"but now that i've wedged myself in this deep, i can't get out on my own" she said

kenma simply stared her down, looking unamused, tired and annoyed. "i see." he says

"i think i might die" she pouted as she sank deeper into the drum.

kenma grunted and sat on the ground, sitting a few feet from the drum she was stuck in. he was kind of impressed on how her whole body hadn't snapped in two yet.

"well, isn't that what you wanted?" kenma said with a huff of annoyance

"i like suicide" she said with a scoff, sounding somewhat offended "but i don't like suffering and pain! why would i?"

"i see" kenma said with a sigh. he sat up from the ground and narrowed his eyes, trying to look for a way to free her from the oil drum

"also, i learned this only after i stuffed myself in here, but it wasn't even a suicide method!" she laughed

"but, it was actually a torture method from the-"

before she could even finish her sentence, she was cut off as kenma pushed the oil drum over, sending her and the drum rolling off. he let out a huge breath of air as he cradled his aching hands.

"ni-nice job, kenma-kun" she squeaked out as she wiggled free of the drum. "but now.. we have only an hour left before school starts" she said as she patted down her clothes and combed her fingers through her hair

"and i heard from nekomata-san that he has some news that you boys would surely love" she said as she stretched her aching muscles

"are we really gonna move past the fact that you wedged yourself in an oil drum!?" kenma exclaimed in aggravation

". . ." she looked at him with a dumb smile before sending him a wink and a thumbs up.

"yep! we sure are!"

"i hate you so much" kenma muttered

she smirked teasingly and loomed over his shoulder "hehehe~ well if you hate me so much, then why go through all the trouble to help me?" she cooed

kenma scoffed and flicked her away. "because we're.." he trailed off "nevermind.." a small blush covered his cheeks faintly, but it was enough to get her attention.

she chuckled lowly and poked his cheeks. she narrowed her eyes and tauntingly stared him down. "oya? what's this, kenma-kun? do you like me or something?~" she teased

kenma flinched and covered his cheeks with his hands "no! no i don't!" he quickly denied "i just thought that.." he muttered quietly

"since we're friends and all.. i thought it'd be right to help you.." kenma admitted bashfully

stunned from his words, she couldn't really do anything but stare at him blankly with widened eyes. "we're friends?" she asked

kenma spluttered at her response, suddenly feeling anxious and embarrassed, thinking that he overstepped their 'relationship'

"um- i mean.. i just thought that since we've been hanging out but.." kenma said nervously. he fiddled with his hands as he looked down at his feet, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.

"sorry, i guess i overstepped. sorry for misreading things" he apologised

finally realising what she's done, she gasped in horror as she looked at his heartbroken expression "oh my gosh." she muttered "im so sorry!"

she frantically patted his back, and stroked his hair "i-i meant like- i didnt know you considered me as a friend!" she exclaimed "i kind of thought you just see me as a suicidal leech or something!" she shrieked

"im sorry kenma! kill me now!" she exclaimed dramatically

kenma finally looked up to see her tearing some of her bandages off, only for her to tie it tightly around her neck.

"im sorry!" she cried as she squeezed tightly, trying to strangle herself to death

"wait! don't do that!" kenma said in panic. his hands pried the bandages off and hastily threw them away.

"you don't have to kill yourself over me" kenma sighed

she sniffled and crushed him in her arms "kenma! you are most certainly my most treasured friend!" she cried

"i would die for you and with you!"

"let's not go too far" kenma said with a small smile

"shall we start with the double suicide now?" she asks, fully ignoring his interjection

"no <3"

"fukurodani?" she muttered, looking quite confused and clueless

"yes. it seems a three-day practice match has been scheduled" nekomata said with a smile "their coach suggested the idea and who was i to decline, am i right?" nekomata chuckled

"this will be a good opportunity for the team to train and explore new ways of playing for future tournaments." nekomata then looked at y/n and sent her a close eyed smile. "and a chance for you to test your managing skills, y/n-san" he said

she nodded in agreement.

"well then, now that that's settled.. you’re free to go! rest up and eat well! you'll be playing nonstop starting tomorrow" nekomata said as he ushered them out of the gym

"thanks, coach!" the team yelled

as the team arrives by the gate, they started to disperse. fukunaga, inouka, teshiro, and shibayama ended up declining the offer of an afterschool hangout. they claimed they needed the rest for upcoming games, so they left them be.

"bye guys! bye y/n-senpai! see you tomorrow!!" inouka yelled from across the street. the energetic first year was waving both his arms around while shibayama drags him along. fukunaga sends them a quick nod and a small wave before they completely disappear from sight.

"hm, so what do you guys wanna do?" kai asks with a smile

"let's eat!" lev suggested with a grin

"sure. where should we go? i don't really have a particular craving right now" kai said as he looked at his friends expectantly

"we should eat at the diner near that convenience store" yaku says "it's cheap and they serve great food"

simply humming to herself, y/n takes a quick look at the boys who seemed to be lost in their own conversations. her (e/c) colored eyes then landed on kenma, who seemed to busy with his game.

kuroo was holding on his bag, making sure the pudding-head wouldn't walk into oncoming traffic. she smiled at the boy, taking in his overwhelmingly beautiful features.

yamamoto was beside her, ranting about his friends from karasuno and their 'goddess of a manager'

"we’re here!" lev unnecessarily announced as he skipped into the said diner. "what should we eat?" he asks

"fish-" ; "meat-"

yaku and kuroo freeze and look at each other. their eyes silently roam one another as they look at the other with judgment.

"hah? are we really doing this again, yakkun?" kuroo scowled. the taller bedheaded male leaned down to get all up in yaku's face, while the latter simply did the same

"dont call me that stupid nickname, bedhead!" yaku scowled as well "and fish? pssh, what are you a grandpa?" yaku said with a snicker

"could you stop making comments proving you lack docosahexaenoic acid?" kuroo sneered in aggravation

"you're ought to eat more fish to fix that.. maybe even your height problem!" kuroo taunted

yaku scowled and gripped the taller boy's collar "your stupid face is begging to be hit!"

"no! kuroo-san, don't let him hit you!" lev yelled "he's feral!"

"oi! shut up!" taketora hissed as he covered lev's mouth with his hand

yaku turned to face lev, evidently irked and angered by his comment. "hah?! come here, you tall lampost! -"

"wah! yaku-san i didnt even do anything!" lev exclaimed with teary eyes as the shorter boy continued to kick him

kai and taketora then took initiative to calm their friends down. partially because they didn't want anyone injured. but mostly because they were fighting infront of the diner, and it was starting to get embarrassing.

"ke-n-ma~" she cooed in a sing song tone

kenma sighed and quickly glanced at her, before averting his attention back to his game "what?" he said

she smiled and laced their arms together. she then pointed to a bridge not so far away from where they were standing. "you see that bridge?" she asked "and the pretty river under it?"

"oh god. i see where this is going." kenma groaned. he turned off his game and followed her finger, eyeing the bridge she was talking about.

"wouldn't it be so nice if we just jump off-"

"how about we don't do that?" kenma cut her off with a sigh

"but you're my friend right?" she whined childishly "don't friends die together?!"

"how about we don't die at all. doesn't that sound better?" kenma tried to convince her with a sheepish smile

her smile fell as she narrowed his eyes, seemingly disgusted and offended by his statement.

"what? no, not at all."

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𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒑 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔 | jung jaehyun.

plot: the story of jung jaehyun and the implications of his relationship with the ceo’s daughter - all the saccharine, the bitter, and the sour. word count 7405

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: curse words

playlist: the louvre lorde | hard feelings lorde | the girl city & colour | i dont wanna be okay without you charlie bug

this isn’t proofread, so i apologize for any mistakes. feedback is highly appreciated, it motivates me to write more. <3

“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are: “It might have been.” - Kurt Vonnegut

Contrary to the public belief, the daughter of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country isn’t as snippy and snobby as the world pictures her to be. Growing up, you never failed to respect everyone, regardless of their social status. That’s why the world seemed to be in shock when a photo of you, Doyoung, and Johnny spread like wildfire all over social networking sites.

“Why are people so in shock about me being friends with you guys?” You inquired, shoving a spoon of cheesecake to your mouth.

“They’re probably wondering why the hell you’re friends with losers like us.” Johnny replied.

“Oh yeah, that’s probably it.” You agreed. Johnny faked a hurting face, causing everyone in the room to burst into small laughters and smiles.

A swing of the dorm’s door revealed three more of the boys. Mark Lee, Kim Jungwoo, and Jung Jaehyun. How do you begin with Jung Jaehyun?

Everyone fawned over the boy. Who wouldn’t? With a cherub face and charming smile, anyone would fall head over heels over Jaehyun. You blamed his looks, you blamed his voice, and you blamed Doyoung for pointing everything Jaehyun did excellently. You blamed everything else but yourself for having a stupid crush on the boy.

“Oh, I bought you guys cheesecake.” You smiled at the newcomers.

“You’re heaven-sent, Y/N!” Jungwoo exclaimed.

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jaehyun said, with that godly smile that he always wore. You smiled off the racing beats of your heart, concious that Doyoung or Johnny might notice your sudden tension.

Unbeknowsnt to you, one of them already knows. And he has a plan to accomplish.

The warm sun was normally a pleasant thing for you. However, your lack of sleep and rest the previous night was overtaking your personality today. The busy chatters of the students that walk through the premises of Seoul National University fileld your ears. It was a normal day - lectures, presentations, and countless pages to read. You’re already on your third year of college, you should have been used to this by now. Another misconception about you is that you don’t have a personal driver to drive you to and from places; heck, you don’t even own your own car yet. You don’t do it very often but you bratty side is cursing your parents for trying to make you live independently. You made a mental note to complain to them later that night.

A resounding beep from your phone made you halt your walk.

Jung Jaehyun (SM): Hey! Are you around SNU right now?

That’s weird. You thought. It was actually more new than weird. Sure, you and Jaehyun are friends but you don’t think you’ve already reached the level of texting each other all of a sudden.

You: Yeah! Do you need anything?

Jung Jaehyun: I’m actually quite lost.

Jung Jaehyun: Doyoung told me to buy something from this home depot around SNU.

Jung Jaehyun: Do you know where Rosé Palace is?

You chuckled at his sentiment. Your palms sweat by the fact that you just might see him today. You didn’t look your best at this very moment, you didn’t feel the need to fix yourself since your main plan for today was just go to school.

You: I know where that is. Where are you right now?

Jung Jaehyun: I’m here near the musuem.

After a few walks and turns, you found the poor man. He wore all black clothing, with a mask and a bucket hat probably to hide his identity.

“Hey, I’m sorry for being a bother.” He apologized.

“Oh, no! It’s okay! I was done with school anyway.” You quickly respond. “Rosé Palace is actually very near here.”

“Oh, is it?” Jaehyun spoke. “I’m sorry, I really should have just tried finding it instead of bothering you.”

“Stop, it’s really not a problem.” You assured him.

You expected the walk to the location to be awkward. After all, you and Jaehyun doesn’t talk much. He would only ever talk to you whenever someone is also in the conversation.

“Do you live around SNU?” Jaehyun asked.

“Nope,” You answered. “I live at my parent’s home. I don’t dorm here.”

“Really? Do you commute?”

“I actually do.”

“You’re not scared?”

“Not a lot of people know who I am, Jaehyun. They just see me as another tired, college girl.”

“Must be nice not having people know who you are.” His tone seemed down and almost envious.

“Hey, you should be happy people know your name.” You said. “I could probably die right now and no one would bat an eye until they find out I’m a daughter of a CEO.”

“That’s not true!” He spoke. “I’d bat an eye!”

You laughed at him. “Of course, you would.”

Jaehyun emitted a soft chuckle. You were definitely not someone he would casually walk around with. He didn’t think he was worthy of your time, anyway. But then again, you’re friends with every single of the members so you’re probably very nice. And right now, he proved that hypothesis correct. He silently thanked Doyoung for asking him to buy those set of plates for his mother’s birthday.

The next time you and Jaehyun hung out was during one of the company gatherings. According to Taeyong, “you spent so much time with Jaehyun that Doyoung and Johnny got jealous.” You never realized that yourself. One topic in a conversation led to another and before you know it, the gathering is about to end and you still haven’t spared any of the members a glance.

“Is your dad okay with you being so close with Jaehyun?” Doyoung asked.

“Why would he not be okay with that?” You answered his question with another question. “He seems to be okay with me being close friends with all of you.”

“Hmm, yeah,” Johnny trailed. “Sure, that’s the situation here.”

You only looked at him with confusion drawn all over your face.

“Do I sense some sarcasm on your tone?”

“What? Sarcasm? Fuck no!”

II.

It was during their live online concert that Jaehyun realized. In front of them are hundred of pixelated screens, some more distorted than the others. And yet, he still saw you, he still recognized you with a blink of an eye. You’re in a small screen almost at the edge. The other members didn’t notice you, they probably didn’t even know you were attending. He saw you, amongst the landscape of faces, he saw you. That’s when he realized. Jaehyun swallowed a small smile, fearing that Yuta, who’s arm is draped over Jaehyun’s shoulder, would sense something.

This isn’t the first time he realized that he was in love you. It was probably when he kissed you for the first time and the next time, and the next time.

“You love kissing me, don’t you?” You whispered against his lips.

The two of you did not even make it to bed when you decided to lock your lips together for the nth time that night.

“I do.” He replied. “How about you?”

“I love everything that you do to me.”

The night grew feverish. The two of you still hasn’t talked about the current status of whatever relationship you both have. You act like lovers but never brought it upon yourselves to admit that you’re smitten. Maybe Jaehyun felt embarrassed that he was the first to fall in love you. He probably will never admit that soon. The fear of nothing having his feelings reciprocated was bubbling inside him. However, the answers are right in front of his eyes. You have an exam tomorrow but instead of buring your eyebrows to study, you’re here between his arms, making out with him.

He didn’t know if it was love. He doesn’t like anything else about you except for your smile, your eyes, your angelic laughter, and the way he feels whenever you’re around. He feels at peace, he feels as if his feet are in the clouds. They could disperse any moment, causing him plummet to the ground. But he has no intention of going elsewhere. If falling to rock bottom would be caused by you, he would be more than willing to experience that.

Oh yeah, I’m in love. The only thought that lingered on his mind until he saw you in person again.

“Nice job tonight, Jae.” Your honey voice immersed from the speakers of Jaehyun’s phone.

“You actually watched.”

“Of course, I would. How could I miss that?” You chuckled, awakening the annoying butterflies inside Jaehyun’s veins.

A muffled clinking of glass could be heard through Jaehyun’s end. “Are you guys drinking?”

“Perhaps?” Jaehyun smiled through his response. Johnny and Taeyong’s loud bickering confirmed your suspicion.

“Celebrating the concert?”

“We’re not drinking.”

“Okay, I believe you.” It was your turn to smile at his silliness.

There was a brief moment of silence between you two. You could hear the faint breathing of Jaehyun and for a minute, you might have believed he fell asleep on you. A soft giggle proved you wrong. Just the mere fact of having you on the other side of the line was enough to make Jaehyun turn soft.

There was a loud argument inside his head. His job is unforgiving especially in terms of forming a romantic relationship with someone. If making friendships with others idols would be a walk on broken glass, what more could a romantic relationship be? The fact that you’re also the daughter of his boss didn’t help with his dilemma at all. It could either break his career or your relationship with your father. Jaehyun isn’t afraid of taking risk, yet somehow, he was scared of making another step towards you. When he realized that he was helplessly in love with you, he became scared of ever seeing you again. But despite it all, he still managed to say the worst thing he could have told you that night: “I’m in love with you.”

III.

You had every chance to realize. Each time he would stretch his schedule to make a spot for you, even every time he would spam your messages just to ask if you’ve made it home safely. You were not new to dating bans being imposed of idols. Although your father never directly imposed such thing to his recent employees, you knew full well not to meddle with the busy and demanding life of an idol. So, Jaehyun was a problem.

Another one of your problems was when Jaehyun kissed you for the first time the other night. You didn’t know what lead him to do such thing and to be frank, Jaehyun didn’t know what came to him either.

Normally, the secluded and narrow walkway you and Jaehyun are currently walking on would send chills through your spine. The comforting feeling of having someone beside you, and thankfully it’s Jung Jaehyun, made you feel safe despite the thrilling nature of the walkway. The tiring activities of moving in your stuff to your new apartment lingered through your bones.

“Do you always come walk here after school?” He asked, his breath forming smoke in the cold air.

“I do,” You answered. Jaehyun spun his head towards with a face full of worry. “I never leave school very late anyway. In daylight, this place is filled with people so it’s not that scary.”

Your information made Jaehyun release a sigh of relief. Good to know that he won’t need to worry as much about you walking this scary place at this time of the night.

“Thanks for helping me move my stuff to my apartment.” You spoke.

“It’s my pleasure to help you in all kinds of things.”

Heat formed in your cheeks. If you’re not wearing a thick scarf around your neck, you’re sure Jaehyun would notice the small smile you have.

“Hey,” His gloved hand touched your forearm briefly to call your attention. “It still wonders me how we never hung out before.”

“We just never had the chance I guess?” You shrugged.

Before you was a beautiful piece of art. You wondered how someone so charming and handsome could even exist. Not a single flaw was present in Jaehyun’s appearance, meanwhile you could list ten things you wish you could change about the way you look in an instant. You didn’t feel worthy of his attention. You spent a good 30 seconds just staring at him and he did the same.

“Can I do something?” Jaehyun asked, swallowing a lump in his throat.

“Sure.”

Jaehyun leaned down to meet your face. Placing a hand behind your neck, his lips joined yours. Oh my god, Jung Jaehyun is kissing me!

It took a second or two for you to reciprocate the kiss. His lips felt cold but what made you shiver was the booming feeling in your chest. The kiss wasn’t lustful, it was a steady and endearing kiss. He pulled away after a moment. In his face was the cute smile and a set of dimples.

“I want to hang out with you for the rest of my life.” He said.

“I want to hang out with you too, for as long as you want me to be.”

It also didn’t help that you’ve only came to terms with your feelings just recently. Behind your laptop was a pile of readings waiting to be read. University was your top priority yet, here you are. Looking immensely through your laptop screen with the whole universe in your eyes. That was when you realized. You were willing to put Jaehyun above anything else in your life.

You and Jaehyun was undeniably spending a lot of time with each other. It surprised you that no fans or news outlet has caught you and Jaehyun strolling around the city. You enjoyed being outside, you loved the city and everything that came with it. Jaehyun knew full well not to spend so much time outside with his manager. But, he could never say no to your requests. He don’t why either. Whenever he risked getting caught just to spend time with you, the universe has given multiple chances to realize how you felt about him. Unfortunately, oblivion has spread all over your system like a poison. It was only until tonight that you finally got the taste of the antidote.

You knew the consequences, you knew the implications. He was drunk and you knew full well that there’s a chance he might not meant what he said.

“I’m in love with you as well, Jae.”

IV.

The gloomy atmosphere of the skies mimicked how you felt that day. Your eyes lingered on your phone screen, it has been that way for about 30 minutes now.

Dad: No one can know about you and Jaehyun. Not even the members.

You were doubting the relationship yourself. Was this a good decision? Jaehyun never made your relationship feel like a mistake. Yet, here you are, thinking that what if being with Jaehyun was nothing but a mistake. You never meant for your parents to find out. However, it would dumb of you to think that you could keep this from them forever, or at least until Jaehyun retires.

“I expected you to know how complicated dating is in the industry.” Your father’s voice wasn’t loud but it was chilling and stern.

“Of course, I know that-” You started.

“Then, why did I wake up this morning bombarded with the news that you and Jaehyun are dating?”

You couldn’t answer him. You knew from the start the complications of your relationship with Jaehyun. There was fear and anxiety bubbling in your heart; and beneath it all, there was a small tinge of regret. That growing seed of regret was something you decided to shrug off. You would never admit to anyone that you felt that way.

“Jaehyun is one of my most popular idol.” Your father spoke again. “If the fans repulse him, my stocks could be damaged.”

You kept your head low. “I understand.”

“I’m not asking you to break up with him.” He announced, causing to look up at him. “But if I receive a news article about the two of you, you know what to expect.”

The leaves grew heavy as the raindrops drenched them. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms snuggled you close to their person.

“I don’t want to leave you while you’re this upset.” Jaehyun whispered.

“Don’t worry about me, babe.” You said. “I’ll be fine soon.”

You heard him drop a heavy sigh. Jaehyun was struggling as well. The last thing you want to do was to bring more stress on him.

“I want to go to Paris too.” You suddenly spoke.

“It baffles me how someone from a rich family as you has never been to Paris.” He said, rubbing comforting circles on your exposed arms.

“My family doesn’t like going out of the country.”

“I wish I could take you to Paris with me.”

“No.” You sat up a little. “This is your time to have fun with your fans and the guys. I know my parents has been really stressful for the both of us.”

“I don’t care about the world as long as you’re with me, Y/N.”

You stared at him for a moment. Before you know it, your lips were entangled with his. The sweet taste of Jaehyun and the bitter reality of your family made you press into him a little harder. Jaehyun wrapped his arms tightly around you as he savored every flavor of you that he could taste right now.

Under his heavy breathing, he spoke, “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“Be with me always, Y/N.” He said, with every bit of love and pleading that he could ever give. Tears were starting to burn in your eyes. You weren’t planning to spend this day with him crying.

“I promise, Jaehyun.” You responded, offering every ounce of sincerity you have in you. “Can you promise me that as well?”

“I could only show you once we get there, Y/N.” He replied. “Even if we won’t be together tomorrow, go to Paris ten years from now and see for yourself if I uphold my side of the promise.”

Many people have told you that love isn’t always pink skies and candy hearts. But, it sure as hell not sitting behind a computer screen, watching your boyfriend flirt with other idols. You sighed and close your eyes.

It’s okay, Y/N. He’s just putting up the facade that he’s single and ready to mingle. You’ve been dating him for almost two years now, get used to it.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe he’s just dating you to secure a place in the group?” Areum said. Areum is one of your closest college friends, the only person you shared your secret with. She was trustworthy, you’re willing to testify with that. However, came with her loyal and reliable aspect was the fact that she’s so fucking straightforward. She just have the ability to sense bullshit from anyone and she’s not afraid on waking people up.

You scoff. Half you wants her to be wrong and the other believed her.

“No, he’s not.” You said. “Why would you even think that?”

“I just got the vibe.” She shrugged her shoulders. “You don’t have to fully believe what I say, Y/N.”

“Damn, if you don’t like him for me, you could have just told me directly.”

“It’s not that I don’t like him for you, Y/N.” Areum’s tone was more serious now. “I care for you. I know that people can manipulate you in every way that they can to get on your good side.”

“Stop accusing Jaehyun of such things.”

It was safe to say that you’ve gone cold to Areum after that conversation. You hated that she might be right but you’re too full of pride to even admit that. But you know Jaehyun better than Areum knows him.

You tried. You tried to forget what Areum said. But the thought still lingers inside your head and now everything that Jaehyun did made you wonder if he’s doing it to stay secured in the company. You don’t have the power that your father has but he’s dating his boss’ daughter and you have a great influence on your dad’s decisions.

“You should have called me to let me know you were working late.” You said, frustration clear in your voice. It’s already an hour before midnight and you have not heard from Jaehyun until the moment he knocked on your apartment door. Ever since you moved in two years ago, Jaehyun has been spending a lot of nights there; he unofficialy lives there. His managers would have been pissed off by now but then, again, you are their boss’ daughter.

“The comeback is almost near.” He said, replicating your frustration. “You should have known that work will be tight now.”

“You could have sent me a simple text so I don’t have to worry where you are.”

“You don’t have to worry where I am, Y/N.” His tone was grim. “Do you really expect me to send you a text while I’m busy? I could have finish so much during the time I’m texting you.”

You took a sharp and deep breath. The anger and hurt were like tornados revolving deep inside you. It was normal for couples to fight but the frustration seems to build up one fight after another. Some days, you just wanted to fight with him. You don’t know what’s the reason or excuse for your sudden urge to form an argument with Jaehyun.

“I asked you to start the kettle for me.” He said. Now, his eyebrows were furrowed in clear frustration and his lips rid of their usual sweetness. His hand holding up the cold kettle.

“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten.” You said, your voice was low but it didn’t sound weak.

“I asked you to do one little thing for me, Y/N.” The loud bang of the kettle hitting the stove made you jump. Your heart raced at the sudden noise but it didn’t diminish your anger.

“And I asked you to do one little thing for me as well.” You fight back.

“Asking me to update you all the time is not a little thing.”

“All I’m asking is for you to take maybe a minute to text me where you are!” You roared. “I’ve been worried sick about where you are!”

“You know I’m just in the building, right?” He retorted. “Why? Do you expect me to be elsewhere?”

“Are you implying that I think you’re cheating?” You said, with a small laugh.

“Why else would you be so worried about where I am when you fully know I’m working?” He kept answering you with a question and it was getting tiring.

“I never said anything about you being unfaithful.” You stated. “Why are you getting so defensive all of a sudden? Is there a reason for me to be thinking that?”

“You’re unbelievable, Y/N. Out of all the things I’ve risked for you.” Jaehyun shook his head. “You’re unbelievable and ungrateful.”

The words stung. It was like Cupid shot a salty arrow towards the wound in your chest. He think you’re ungrateful. For a moment, you blamed yourself. Maybe, I am ungrateful and unreasonable. And before you could think about what to say, you said the words you were going to regret for the rest of your life.

“You know, I think you’re only dating me to keep a place in the company.”

You had to reason to say that. It was a sudden burst of the moment and you immediately regret it. Jaehyun gave you no reason to even think that. Your insecurity and fear got in you and you were on the brink of ruining everything. How did it come to this? You were about to retract your statement when Jaehyun turned his back against you for the first time in his life.

VI.

A penthouse was definitely too much for you. You never called it a penthouse though, you’ve always called it your apartment. It was great, finally moving out of your parents’ house even if it’s literally just ten minutes away. Everywhere you look, it reminds you of Jaehyun. He helped you move in everything and helped you settle in. The first few nights when you couldn’t sleep because everything was new and overwhelming, he was there to sing you your favorite The Smiths song. He didn’t know the lyrics at first so he just hummed the tune. He was sure he was doing it out of tune but he tried for you. The penthouse was big yet it was suffocating; but Jaehyun was there. It felt safe, it felt like home. You could sleep on the streets and you would still feel at peace as long as he’s there beside you.

Jaehyun couldn’t sleep either. You hurt him but he wasn’t going to deny that he hurt you too. And that’s the last thing he wants to do to you. Why did he turn his back when he knows that you’re just tired and worried? But why did you doubt him when you know he’s only doing his job as an idol? Jaehyun’s eyes immediately landed on the peach plush toy that you gave him for no reason, and then to the Franklin Wilson vinyl record that you spent so much money on. Most of the gifts you gave him, you gave him for no reason - not on an anniversary or on his birthday. You would just randomly give him something sometimes. Above all, you gave him immense love. You could date anyone you want, someone who is of great power and wealth. Yet, you decided to love him. When he’s with you, he’s devoid of all the consequences of the world. He forgot what aching felt like to the point that he forgot that the word exists.

But right now, it all aches.

“I said I’m sorry, Jaehyun.” Your voice was paired with the painful tears that streamed your voice.

“Come on, Y/N, stop crying.” He pleaded, his own tears falling from his eyes. You crying pained Jaehyun so much, the fact that he was the reason behind it didn’t help either. All he wanted to do right now was to hug you, console you that he’s sorry and he didn’t meant it when he said he wanted to break up.

“I want someone who would never doubt my intentions of loving them.” He said through his tears. “I thought you were that someone.”

“Is there anything I could do to change your mind?”

Jaehyun shook his head, each turn tearing your heart apart. You blamed no one but yourself. If only you didn’t say those words. You wanted to beg but your sobs were choking your words, as if it knows better than to say something in fear that you’ll fuck everything up again.

Jaehyun didn’t care about what vengeance you would do. He knows you so well and he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. But, in a way, he wanted you to do to that to him. He wanted you to tell your father to fire him, kick him out of the company. He wanted that so that he can know you can feel better after having your heart broken by him. He wanted that so that he can be assured that you can finally be at peace. Yet, he knew you very well. What bothered him the most was what you’ll do to yourself. Will you drown yourself in tears and neglect your health & well-being? Will you start flunking in university? It worried him and he hated the fact that he needed to end the greatest thing in his life to avoid hurting you in the future.

Areum was quick on her feet to rush to your apartment after hearing the news.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” She quickly said.

You only hugged her. Letting your tears and sobs fall all over again.

“I’m sorry I even said those things about him.” She said. A part of you wanted to blame her but you saw the bigger picture. You chose to let those words stick to you and ended up hurting Jaehyun. And Jaehyun has better things to do than to be kept down by a relationship. You knew he was begging to be freed without him realizing that.

VII.

The first time you saw Jaehyun was five months after your break up. Their recent comeback was a success and due to that, the company held a mini party to celebrate the boys’ hardwork. You shouldn’t have come but the pleading eyes of Doyoung and Johnny gave you no choice. They promised to keep you away from Jaehyun throughout the whole night. You doubted the plan first hand since you know Johnny and Jaehyun are drinking buddies. When there is alchohol, you best believe the two would be inseperable through the night.

Due to Mark Lee’s request, a karaoke console was present in the party. Taeil and Haechan were quick to have a duet before anyone else. They wanted to “bless the night with their voice.” You chuckled at their crazy antics. You definitely missed everyone. Ever since the break up, you focused more on your studies and in a few weeks, you’re off to graduate. The boys never failed to communicate with you through messages and video calls, but you never saw them as often as you used to do.

“Okay, everyone!” Mark screamed through the mic of the karaoke machine. “It’s my time to shine!”

You settled in a spot beside Jungwoo who offered you another cup of beer. The soft, mellow tune of the song began along with the title on the screen: “Leaves” by Ben & Ben. You heard Mark play this song in one of the lives he bugged you to watch in support. You never heard the first song and you didn’t really hear the song clearly in his live. But judging by the instrumentals, you conluded that it might be sad.

“And in the end, can you tell me if it was worth the try so I can decide,” Mark sang. His voice was heavenly but his tipsy nature made it funny.

You knew you weren’t supposed to be in this party. You already regret so many things in your life and now you’re adding this party to that list.

“Oh, you never really love someone until, you learn to forgive.”

Has Jaehyun forgiven you? The question suddenly came up as Mark sang that line. You felt like you don’t have the right to say that you’ve forgiven him. What did he do to you that would require forgiveness? Nothing. He needed to break away and that’s not a sin to anyone. You wondered if he has forgiven you - for doubting him and for making him feel like his love wasn’t enough. You wanted to punch yourself as you swallow the beer in hopes that it will kill the heartache.

Has she forgiven me? That question floats in Jaehyun’s mind even before the party. A love like yours was not something that is easy to forget. Jaehyun doesn’t think he could ever forget you or what your love felt like. It made his heels touch the sky and his fingertips reach the stars. He doesn’t know if you have forgiven him, for breaking your heart and for not giving it another try. Perhaps, he will never know the answer until the day he die.

The song has reached it’s climax. A series of “All will be alright in time” sung by Mark filled the ears of the listeners as the crowd grew silent, savoring the song. A voice inside of you asked you look at Jaehyun for the first time tonight. It’s been five months and being without him is enough punishment for you. You were going to give yourself the pleasure of looking at his face once again. He was five people away but, thankfully, you can still see him clearly. His head swayed lightly to the song before turning his head towards yours - not because your gaze burns but because he wanted to see your face again.

“Oh, you never really love someone until, you learn to forgive.”

The ending instrumentals played right after. As if living through the song, you offered him a small smile. Without thinking twice, he did the same.

That’s the answer to both of your questions.

The balcony of their dorms gave you a full view of the sleeping city. The faint sound of “Psycho” by Red Velvet crept it’s way from the dorm to the balcony. The sound became clear for a moment, an indication that someone opened the balcony door and closed it.

Jaehyun stood beside you, savoring the cold, night wind. You were both quiet.

“Can I hold you?” He suddenly asked.

You turned to him with confusion. You didn’t know why he would ask you that all of a sudden.

“Please?” He begged. “Before we admit that it’s done?”

Before you know it, your arms are wrapped around his torso for the last time.

VIII.

The busy streets of the city became a lullaby to you. After graduating from college, you interned in one of the top architectural firms in the country. You gained your architecture license after two years but you never left the firm. Unlike your father, you’re not really the leader or boss type. You enjoyed working for and with others. The company felt like a small family. It was very exclusive so they don’t really have a lot of core members; to be amongst them was a privilege in itself. The senior architect, Nayeon, was busy today so she sent you to present the design you both proposed for one of your clients. You never met the client personally or even knew their names as this was your first initial meeting.

The sweet smell of croissants filled your nostrils as you entered the meeting place. The client requested to hold the meeting in a luxurious cafe just a few minutes away from your office. This client must be really rich to waste time on a meeting in a cafe like this. The wide array of the pastries brought back your childhood memories as your mother would bring you home croissants from this place before.

Along with your childhood memories, a familiar yet dear face looked up from their seat. It was no one else but Jung Jaehyun, still beautiful even after all these years.

Oh, isn’t life just really tender on me?

“Hey,” You greeted.

“Hey,” he replied.

There was awkwardness, of course. But you needed to be professional, after all it’s been eight years.

“Im Nayeon couldn’t make it today so I’m here on her behalf.” You stated. “Hope that’s okay for you?”

“Of course,” Jaehyun replied. Standing up to offer you a seat. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

You cleared your throat. You wanted to get out of there quickly so you immediately brought out the papers.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked.

“No, thank you.” You declined with a smile.

Jaehyun felt foreign. It seems like he doesn’t know who you are anymore. Well, after all, it has been eight years. You’ve grown into someone he’s unfamiliar with.

As you present your plans, Jaehyun couldn’t help but drift in his own thoughts. He wondered about what might have been. If things didn’t end up the way that they did, where would the both of you be right now? He wanted to marry you. He would look at you every night and think to himself that this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Feelings change and so does what people think about others but he still wondered what would have been if he didn’t give up so easily.

But maybe, if the both of you held on that night, it could lead to even more damaging things. Jaehyun assured himself that he made the right decision instead of waiting for things to get worse. At least, right now, he has the ability to see you without resentment from either sides. That’s good enough for him.

“Thank you, my wife will definitely love that.” He commented.

Your heart sank at his statement. Of course, he’s married now. A beautiful creature like him would have no problems finding a partner. You didn’t know you hold hope in your heart right before it crashed down because of the sudden news. You were foolish in thinking that there could still be a chance.

“Your design is amazing, Y/N.” He said.

“Thank you,” You replied. “I’m glad that you like it.”

“I expected nothing but excellence from you. Of course, I would love it.”

You smiled at his words. Jaehyun never failed to make you feel appreciated. You’re bittersweet at the fact that another woman would feel appreciated everything, and that woman is not you. You remembered the late nights where you conclude that you would have this man for the rest of your life. All of that are a distant memory now, along with his touch and kisses.

The both of you are two different people now but you know, and Jaehyun knew, the love is still there. Maybe the romance already left, but the love and genuine care was still evergreen. And you both know that it will never die for as long as the two of you live.

IX.

There are a lot of things that you regret in your life. Most of the time, you don’t want to change the past. Even if a lot of things made you want to crash and burn, it still formed you into someone you never knew you could become. This was your first time in Paris, France. The wealth and fame you accumulated over the past years of your life as an architect gave you all the opportunities to get to this very place. However, you made no efforts in landing here. Not until it reached the ten year mark.

You still remembered the promise. But the other party is still not present and it’s almost nearing midnight. You didn’t want to regret every coming here so you decided to relax and make this all about you.

“You remembered.” A voice spoke behind you. The chattering of people that laid in picnics under the Eiffel Tower were still loud despite the time.

Jaehyun is here. He remembered.

“You remembered.” You said back. Your eyes still covered with bewilder, almost not believing that Jaehyun is in front of you, keeping his side of the promise.

“How could I forget?” Jaehyun said, almost in a whisper. “How could I forget you?”

You did nothing but smile at him, with all the love remaining in your heart - all the love that will never go away no matter how much you try.

“Do you ever wondered what could have been if things didn’t go the way that they did?” You asked, looking up at the tall, iron tower.

“All the time.” He replied.

“How’s Chaeyoung and the kids?”

“They’re very well.” He replied with a nod. “How about Eunwoo?”

“He’s doing fine too. He’s currently in Germany with his family.” You answered.

“Ah, I’m glad my wish came true.” He said.

“Wish?”

“Yeah,” He turned his head in your direction. “My wish that you find someone who will love you better than I did.”

“You wished that?” You asked in disbelief.

“I actually didn’t wish it,” He said. “I knew that the universe made someone out there to love someone as beautiful as you.”

“Oh, stop it.” You blushed. You felt guilty that another man, specifically your ex, was making you blush.

“So, this is my proof when I promised you that I will always be here.” Jaehyun whispered.

“And me being here is my proof that I meant when I said that I want to hang out with you for as long as you want me to be.” You replied.

The night was young and alive, so is the love you have for each other. A love that, unfortunately, neither of you could ever express ever again.

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thedandelion-writer · 3 years

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hii omg congrats on 600!! could i pls request a matchup?

1. any gender is fine but preferably males :)

2. im an ENFP-A and a taurus!

3. im not too good at describing myself, but a lot of my friends say that i act like tanjirou if that helps lol. if anything, im probably the “older sister” friend. uhh im kind of gullible and trust people too easily and am kinda like a free spirit? ig?? like if we were at school i could sit at any lunch table and get along with the people there just fine

4. uhh i really like gardening so my ideal first date would probably be in nature! typical cliche stuff like stargazing or whatever, im really easy to please :,)

5. first date kisses are 100% ok with me i THRIVE off of affection and am so touch starved especially with this pandemic omg </3

6. really my boundaries are pretty simple just dont try to get in my pants and we’re good :,)

7. yes pls lol

if this is too much dont feel obliged to do my matchup!! again, congratulations :)

A/N: Hello!! And thank you for the congrats ^^ Okay, you see, for your matchup I must say I was a little biased. Hear me out, my otp when I was in my kny phase was Tankana, and well- you can say I was influenced by that in your results hehe. Nontheless, I hope you're happy with the outcome!

But without further ado, you're going with...

Ganyu!

My reasons!

I know you said you preferred males, but I just had to match you up with her if you don't mind~ I just think it was too perfect (she can be the Kanao to your Tanjirou <3). Someone caring would be good for her since Ganyu tends to overwork herself, she's a dedicated lady, which is good, but sometimes she needs someone to tell her when to take a break. She's also a little insecure and feels out of place, so if you'd be able to get along with everyone, I'd only assume that you are an accepting person, which is perfect in this case. You don't have to worry about being gullible or trusting around her, Ganyu is honest and wouldn't lie to you. She's a bit shy, so you'll probably have to initiate the affectionate stuff in the beginning. Just because she doesn't ask for it, doesn't mean she doesn't want it (you can tell when she wants to hold hands/hug/etc anyway, I do think she flusters easily). Another one I considered was Xiao, but he didn't really fit too well in some areas so Cocogoat it is :)

The First Date:

It was finally summer, and that meant that the two of you finally had time on your hands

So you decide, what better way to unwind than in nature, and with your favourite person no less (who definitely needs to relax more than you do, she has no excuses this time)

"W-where are we going?" Ganyu held down her wide brimmed sunhat that you bought her recently, since you thought its ribbon matched her hair, while her other hand was on your shoulder to steady herself on the bike.

"You'll see!" You grinned, pedalling a little faster, wind whistling in your ears.

Cycling there had been your idea. It felt refreshing after many months cooped up inside. But since Ganyu was terrible on a bicycle, you just let her sit behind you.

The weather was bright and warm, not yet a sweltering heat that summers were known for. Touches of spring could still be seen and felt here and there, the perfect conditions to go strawberry picking!

"Buying them from the store can't beat right-out-of-the-bush freshness," you said as you locked down your bike to park right outside of the gardens.

The wait in line to buy tickets to get in didn't take long at all, and soon you were taking a sparkly eyed Ganyu into the area where guests were allowed to pick any of the succulent red fruits.

Keen to pick out the best of the bunch, you rolled up your proverbial sleeves and bent to pluck them, rolling them into the small plastic bowl the place provides customers with.

"Is this one any good?" Ganyu, sounding unsure, showed you a perfectly good strawberry to which you nodded your approval.

The two of you weren't afraid to get the slightest bit dirty if it was to get the best looking ones and soon enough, when the sun was higher in the sky and it the heat was starting to get a bit uncomfortable, you brought the now full bowl back to get them weighed, washed and packaged.

"Say aaa~" you singsonged, holding up the plumpest, richest in color amongst them all to her mouth.

You could see a tint of pink on her cheeks when she opened her mouth slowly and bit down gently with a soft "aaa-m."

"How is it?" You prompted.

"It's sweet and sour, perfect for-"

"Smoothies," it was said at the same time.

Your eyes met, heart speeding up seeing her flush upon hearing that, shyly tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and looking downwards.

"Yes, yes, and pies. We'd be able to make a good strawberry pie with it too, or perhaps some jam..." Ganyu rambled, probably to cover up her embarrassment.

You laughed a bit, her adorableness sometimes made you want to cup her cheeks with both hands and smooch her on the forehead.

So that's exactly what you did :D

Tilting the brim of her hat a bit to prevent bumping into it, you pressed a kiss right smack dab in the middle of her eyebrows

Cue Ganyu.exe having a system overload!

"I think we have enough to make all three," you took her hand in yours, whilst she was still semi-paralysed. "We still have a long way to go until sunset, what say you we put these strawberries to good use?"

Just play it cool, play it cool, you kept repeating it in your head. At least one of you needed to not be in a daze to actually ride the bike.

Ganyu nodded at your suggestion, and you breathed a sigh of relief (quietly.)

During the ride back, you noticed she was a lot closer to you than the ride coming here; because you were able to feel her heartbeat on your back that was racing as fast as yours.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact matchups #ganyu x reader #ganyu #ganyu genshin impact #ganyu imagines #Lynn's 600

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kakashionmain · 3 years

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Tips for College Applications I’ve Amassed Throughout My Process

Hi! I’m Main and I applied to 10 different colleges. As of right now I’ve heard back from 5/10 — four acceptances and one wait list! I’ve learned a lot throughout the entire process and I didn’t really have anyone to guide me, so I’m writing them down here in hopes that they’ll help you!

For Freshies and Sophomores:

Your grades DO count these years! They count towards your GPA and overall class rank, so don’t think you can fool around now and not have it bite you in the ass

Same goes for behavior! If you have major behavioral issues / reprimands on your record you’re going to have to explain it

Start volunteering now! Online or in person doesn’t matter — just be SURE you can verify your service hours and try and make sure you get at least one person who can act as a supervisor / reference for you to write a letter (preferably on official letterhead with their contact info)

Cycle through clubs and hobbies. U rlly wont have time later. Either too much work or too tired.

Keep a note on ur phone or computer of all the awards u get from school, all the start and end dates of jobs, and all the start and end dates and total hours of volunteer activities.

MAKE NICE WITH SOME OF UR TEACHERS NOW — THIS GOES DOUBLE FOR TEACHERS UMAY HAVE MORE THAN ONCE! Rec letters do NOT come from senior year teachers! And some junior year teachers get so swamped they can’t do everyone! So go to a sophomore / freshman year teacher! It can serve to show your consistency OR your overall improvement.

ALSO MAKE NICE W UR GUIDANCE COUNSELOR — ESP IF UR IN A BIG SCHOOL! For high school, being on good terms w ur counselor is important. It can mean the difference between getting the schedule you want, getting recognized for an achievement, having a dependable reference, or being nominated for an award. For college apps it’s even more important! Because if your counselor doesn’t know you they may not have enough material to write a counselor recommendation beyond the generic or put in extra time for you. I have friends who didn’t know their counselor before this year and it really bit them in the ass. I made nice with my counselor sophomore and freshman year and we’ve literally had phones calls and extensive emails. She’s been with me EVERY step of the way, and has even said she’d love to stay in touch with me AFTER graduation.

For Juniors:

TAKE UR PSAT SERIOUSLY! HOLY SHIT! I am one of the unlucky people whose SAT got canceled — three fucking times. I never got to take it and I had to apply everywhere test optional. Because I did well on my PSAT, however, I was recognized for high achievement by college board. This opened me up to a LOT of merit scholarships that would have been otherwise closed AND showed that I would have scored well on the SAT had I been able to take it. When I took the PSAT I had no idea it would be so helpful and I didn’t even study. This was just dumb luck on my part. don’t let it be dumb luck on yours. Take it seriously. If you don’t do well, there’s always time to improve for your SAT

Ask teachers for college rec letters at the END of junior year and then confirm with them at the BEGINNING of senior. Be polite and make sure to say thank you — they’re doing you a favor!

Sign up for interviews! A lot of colleges, especially after this year, have online interview options for juniors, rising seniors (that’s summer before senior year), and seniors! Which means you can interview!

Start looking for scholarships! Some are locked to senior year, yes, but others are locked to junior year

This year suuuucks and I’m sorry

For Seniors:

DONT apply early decision if you’re not certain of a school. Seriously I have a friend who applied early decision to Cornell — great school, Ivy League, wooo — got accepted and HATED it. He literally had to go through the transfer app process this year

There’s NO shame in community college or local state schools that “everyone goes to 🙄.” You know why so many people go to them? Because they set u up to make a living. Because they are more affordable. Because they WANT to. Not everyone is going to the Ivy League and, quite frankly, this makes up the vast majority of people. What’s more embarrassing: repping Harvard for four years and then getting rejected or going to a college where u basically know everyone already?

DONT EVERY COMMENT ON SOMEONES AFTER GRADUATION PLANS! It’s rude asf and none of ur business and ppl WILL shit talk u for being a jerk

Apply to LOCAL scholarships bc you’re more likely to win them. Apply to BIG scholarships but don’t be upset if and when you don’t get them

FILE FAFSA AND CSS PROFILE EARLY AND AROUND THE SAME TIME

You’re probably going to have send a copy of ur taxes or a student non-filer form and ur parents taxes to at least ONE college, either directly or through IDOCs. Letting u know now

DONT be afraid to ask for fee waivers

CHECK UR EMAIL! Sometimes schools just fucking send u waivers and if u miss it u miss it

#studyblr #school #college #college applications #college app tips #college app #op

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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I dont usually send in things to anyone, but I felt like I had to send this because I love your account so much. I get so excited when I see that you posted and all your writing are always soooooo good! Your new kiri fic was amazing btw. I was also wondering if there was gonna be anymore creepy sero cause that shit was gooood. Thanks and keep up the good work :) x

Don’t mind me I’m over here just SAWBING

A HELPING HAND

Prelude - I saw some fan art of Sero with a skateboard and I have decided that is the only criticism I will accept about his canon character. Lil tape elbow child totally has the skateboard & stoner vibe. My interpretation of Sero does a horrible thing by talking reader into touching him. Don’t do that. Reader is obviously uncomfortable and he completely ignores that. That’s creepy. He tries to pass off his actions as ‘normal’, which is also creepy. He threatens to slander reader for not doing what he wants them to do, which is maybe the biggest creepy. Sero is not a good dude here.

Prompt - Right at the top bby

Pairing - Sero Hanta X Reader

Warnings - Coercion, dub-con. NSFW. Non-con.

Music - https://youtu.be/rY8H-vztguQ

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Sero tugged at your wrist excitedly, leading you towards his dorm. He had sprung on you the second you got out of the locker rooms after training. Luckily it was your last class of the day, so Sero wasn’t making you miss school. He would do that often, tugging you away from your friends to show you a new video or gifset he had found.

You hadn’t been in his room before, but it was no big surprise. It was a regular bedroom, dark covers on his bed, posters on the wall. A skateboard rested in the corner, and you noticed a humidifier on his otherwise-bare desk. A skateboard? Sure. But you had never pegged him as the type to own - or even know - what a humidifier was. Did he have asthma? Probably had something to do with the amount of weed he smoked. You could detect a faint trace of it in the air, skunky-smelling, making your face twist with each breath.

Sero was excited, his movements jerky and fast as he let go of your wrist, moving to shuffle around the blankets on his bed as he searched for whatever it is he wanted to show you. When he had accosted you, he had snatched your wrist, pulling you along as he explained that there was something he wanted to show you. You hoped it wasn’t anything weird. You didn’t exactly like it when the black-haired boy showed you the lewd things he found on the internet, but Sero never seemed to pick up on your discomfort. But this was what friends did, so you guessed it was fine.

With a cheery “Aha!” Sero pulled his laptop out from amid the covers, turning to show you with a grin on his face. He sat on the bed, patting the space beside him to indicate where he wanted you to be.

“Are we watching a movie?”

That’d be fun. You had been wanting to see the new John Wick movie, but none of the girls had wanted to go with you. Maybe Sero had heard you complaining and pirated the movie for you. He was nice like that.

Sero shrugged, squishing closer to you as you sat down. “Something like that.”

He scooted back, and you gasped as tape wrapped around your waist, dragging you along the bed until you were seated beside him, back against the wall, pressed against his side.

“Ah, didn’t mean to scare you man! Thought this would just be more comfortable.”

The male grinned at you, his teeth bared in a leering smile as he flipped open the laptop, booting it up. You shrugged, attention drawn to the site that was already plastered across the screen, still there from the last time he had used his laptop.

Pornhub.

Of course.

Irritation bubbled up within you. This had been going on for months now, Sero taking you aside to show you inappropriate things, ask you what you thought of them. You never knew what to say, blushing and stammering at the naked bodies splayed across the screen.

Enough was enough. You needed to stand up for yourself.

“Jeez, seriously Sero??!”

“What?”

“This is too far! I dont like doing this, it’s weird and it makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Sero’s shocked face collapsed as he did, sniggering at your vexed expression.

“Oh my god, (Y/N) are you PMS’ing?”

Would it be bad if you slapped him? You settled for scoffing, moving to scoot off the bed.

“That’s it, I’m leaving. You’re being gross Sero.”

“Wait, aww, C’mon!”

Tape wrapped around your waist again, pulling you back to your previous position.

“SERO! Stop-“

He leaned against your arm, giving you a sly smirk.

“(Y/N), I’m just trying to help you relieve some stress! Having outbursts like this can’t be good for you. You just need to relax.”

Sero winked at you before pulling away, turning back to his laptop and tapping away. You spluttered, angry and confused.

“Stress relief? How is this relaxing?? I don’t want to watch two people bone, especially while I’m sitting next to my friend.”

You frowned at him, but Sero seemed unperturbed.

“You don’t masturbate after? Wow, no wonder you’re so cranky all the time.”

“You show me during lunch!!!!! What do you expect, that I’ll drop my pants right there and go after it?!?”

Sero stopped typing, turning to look at you.

“Well, If exhibitionism is your thing, sure. Personally I just go jack off in the bathroom, but you do you.”

You turned red at his blatant admission, afraid to even ask what “exhibitionism” was. Sero was entirely comfortable with sex and the like, but you were a bit more reserved.

Turning the laptop so the both of you could easily see, Sero turned your attention to the screen. You were so irritated, so confused and exasperated and bewildered at his behavior, at the casual way he talked about this sort of thing. Noticing your squirming, picking at the tape around your waist, Sero sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“(Y/N), I’m trying to help you. I want you to be comfortable around this sort of thing. Denki and I do this all the time - if it makes you feel better I can text him and he can watch too?”

“NO!-“ You covered your face with your hands. ‘I just…… I don’t know….. guess I’m embarrassed….”

It was awkward sitting here with Sero, you couldn’t even imagine how weird it would be for Denki to join the two of you.

Sero rubbed your shoulder soothingly, giving you a reassuring smile.

“It’s fine, I remember being weirded out by all this stuff before I knew what it was. Lucky for you that I’m here.”

He started the video

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You cringed at the fake moans coming from the laptop speakers, face hot and flushed as Sero kept making commentary and asking you questions to keep your attention on the video. He had already played a few, insisting you stay until he found one to “fit the mood”. You don’t know why you had agreed. Maybe because the videos had sparked a tiny flame in your stomach, making you subtly shift your thighs as you tried to alleviate the throbbing in between your legs. Maybe because the tape was still wrapped around your waist.

“Hey, I don’t mind if you feel like touching yourself.”

“What!?!?!”

You gaped at Sero in shock, trying to process what he just said. He had seen you, noticed you rubbing your thighs together. You wanted to die from embarrassment. You would never dream of touching yourself like that that in front of your friend; even getting caught clenching your thighs was humiliating. it was too awkward and he might think you’re weird and-

“Here, I’ll help.”

A hand thumbed at the waistband of your shorts, fingers barely dipping past before you were shoving at Sero, panicked.

“No! No it’s okay! Please don’t!”

The male retracted his hands, holding them both up in defeat as he chuckled.

“Yo, no worries man. Just thought I’d try and make you feel good.”

That was nice of him, but no. Your lower parts already had a tingly sense to them, a pleasurable throbbing that made you bite your lip. You ached to touch yourself, fondle your clit and pinch at it until you came, follow Sero’s advice and relieve some stress. But you could do that later, back in your own room. It felt too weird to do that in front of Sero.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice the black haired male thumbing at the button of his jeans, unzipping them, sliding them off his hips. A throaty groan snapped you back to the present, and you let out a nervous “Oh” at the sight that greeted you.

Sero was palming himself over his boxers, a noticeable bulge present. They were damp in one spot, wet enough that they stuck to the head of his cock, hidden every few seconds as he rubbed his fingers over the bulge.

This was even more awkward.

You felt like you should leave, and you wanted to, but Sero’s voice stopped you before you could even begin moving off the bed or picking at the tape that held you.

“Wait! Iit’s just about to get good, look.”

Your eyes returned to the laptop screen, just in time to see the man slip his dick inside the wet opening of his female partner.

You felt strangely uneasy, your ears burning. Sero had never gone this far before when he was showing you things-

“(Y/N), can you-shit- can you c’mere?” There was a look in his eye, calculating, watching you tremble as you tried to decide whether to obey or not. You didn’t like this, didn’t feel comfortable. This felt too intimate for two friends. You opened your mouth to speak as you moved to scramble off the bed, tell Sero that you were tired and you were going to go rest, but he cut you off before you could speak.

“C’mon, don’t be mean. I was going tome you feel good before you turned chicken earlier…. You aren’t gonna even try to return the favor?”

“Sero I-“

He clicked his tongue, recognizing your tone of voice. It was the one you used to get away, to escape whenever he would talk about sex, to make excuses when he offered to teach you how to kiss. He picked up his phone, simultaneously pausing the video.

“What are you doing?”

Your tone had switched, now scared and shaky as he began tapping at his phone. He didn’t even look up as he answered, palm still slipping up and down his clothed length.

“I’m texting the boy’s group chat. They get how frustrating it is when girls pretend like it’s a big deal.” Black eyes met yours as Sero glanced up at you, voice low and dangerous. “Especially when they act like horny little sluts, trying to get themselves off first and then leave you hanging.”

You didn’t like this.

That’s not what had happened.

“Anways-“ Tone chipper again, Sero flicked his eyes back to his phone. “The boys’ll understand; we vent about bitchy girls all the time, helps us feel better about getting denied yanno?”

You weren’t a bitch. You weren’t a horny slut either. Maybe you were just making too big of a deal about it? You clenched your fists.

You slowly crawled back over to Sero, and the male lowered his phone as you did so.

“I-I just.... I’ve never….. ‘M sorry.”

A hand came up to pat your head, and he pressed play on the video again. “It’s okay.” he grabbed your hand as you settled down beside him again, stomach doing flips. “Make me feel good?”

You hesitated, pulling against his grip as he tried to lower your hand to his crotch. Sero quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s just a hand job, stop freaking out over it. It’s not even sex.”

You cringed at his choice of words, wanting to recoil and run out of his room, wash your hands and scrub your ears with soap. This all felt wrong. But if it wasn’t sex? Plus, you didn’t want Sero laughing with his friends about how much of a slut you were, what a bitch you had been for leading him on. You let him guide your hand to his lap, and he pulled down his boxers.

“See? Nothing to be scared of. I’ll talk you through it.”

You didn’t like looking between his legs, averting your eyes to the porn playing on the laptop. You flinched when you touched him too, your hands meeting warm flesh. He brought your hand up to his mouth, and to your surprise, spat into it before he guided it back down. This felt disgusting and slimy and gros- Your thoughts were interrupted by his low moan when his hand wrapped yours around his shaft.

“Oh, that feels good.”

You didn’t know what to say. His hand covered yours as he guided you into pumping along the length, jerking himself off with your hand in slow motions.

“Maybe when I’m done, you might be in the mood for me to make you feel good too.”

You wondered if the nausea bubbling up in your stomach was normal.

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