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bbgthoma · 2 years

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— DOODLING ALL OVER THEIR NOTEBOOKS tokyo revengers x gn!reader

ft. kazutora hanemiya, shinichiro sano, seishu inui, chifuyu matsuno

a/n. this as an excuse to post some kazutora content bc it’s his birthday🫶🫶 also, they’re all in 11th grade

❤︎ kazutora had taken notes in class, but the teacher was moving on too fast that not only he couldn’t read his hand writing, but he missed out a lot of important parts. since you cared a lot for him, you decided to recopy all your notes for him while he was taking a shower. while doing so, you also added you a lot of doodles in it.

you most likely put little doodles of yourself explaining a few of your notes in more details. like explaining how ☑︎ these are the correct things that to do and ☒ these are the uncorrect things to do. luckily, you had enough time to finish everything before he comes out of the shower. you just placed his notebook on his desk and started reading over your own.

the man sat on his bed with a towel wrapped around his waist while drying off his hair with another. “ugh, i don’t want to study, plus like i said, my notes don’t make any sense” he groaned complaining. you said nothing as you heard him sigh. the creaking sound of his bed made you understand that he was leaning over his desk to grab his notebook.

“like look at how mess-” he started but went quiet not recognizing his own handwriting. “did you do this?” he asked confused and unsure. you looked at him with a smile and nodded. sparkles filled his eyes as he quickly leaned over you to hug you. his head towel fell on your lap as he said “thank you so much!!” basically choking you from how tightly he was hugging you. “tora i can’t breathe-” you said as the man moved away embarrassed.

“sorry” he said as he leaned back to look over the notebook. “oh my god, these stickers are so cute” he said all excited like a kid. “if you wanna i can help you with your notes” you said but he shook his head refusing. “i have to learn how to do it by myself. though thank you for the offer” he replied politely.

❤︎ shinichiro texted you saying he was going to be late to class and you had science. the teacher talks a lot, therefore there’s a lot to note. since you shared lockers, you decided to grab his notebook so you could take a few of the notes for him. he had gotten there so late, you only saw him when you got back to your locker. “shin! why’d you get there so late?” you asked hitting the man’s shoulder a little upset.

“sorry, there was a big traffic” he replied sighing. “whatever, i still took you some notes” you replied handing him his notebook. “wait what? you didn’t need to!” he said in shock of your words. “well i did” you replied with a smile. he scrolled over the notes you took for him and says “you even made little doodles…”

you chuckle and roll your eyes amused about to say ‘no problem’ when you notice that he’s crying. “shin! don’t cry!” you said as you placed your hands on the man’s cheeks to wipe away his tears. he smiled at you like an idiot. “gosh, you’re a real cry baby” you said with a sigh. “your cry baby” he replied making you roll your eyes amused.

❤︎ you went to seishu’s house because you felt bored. he was at the kitchen looking for some snacks to bring so you could eat. you felt like drawing so you grabbed the first thing reaching your hand to draw on it. it was seishu’s history notebook. you doubted for second before you ended up shrugging telling yourself that little doodles wouldn’t hurt.

you opened his notebook and started drawing little seishus all over it. a little him who just woke up rubbing his left eye, a little seishu who’s thinking, a little seishu glaring at you and a little seishu winking at you. before you could finish the last one, seishu had entered his room with two hot chocolates and some cookies.

“oh hey sei” you said with a smile as you licked your lip focusing on your doodling. “hey what are you doing in my history notebook” this one said as he put the snacks on his desk. he pulled off the notebook of your hand to look over the doodles. “you don’t like them?” you asked with your smile dropping. he remained quiet. he looked at you for a long second then sighed.

“i’ll only allow you to keep going if you doodle a little bit of you too” he says looking away with his cheeks turning red. you chuckle and say “with you or alone?” as he shrugs. “both. draw one of you kissing my cheek too” he said shyly. you grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to yourself to place a kiss on his cheek. “okay sei” you said with a smile.

❤︎ chifuyu was helping you with your japanese class. showing you his notes, he explained a few stuff. but he went in the bathroom in the middle of his explanation. meanwhile, you grabbed a pencil to start doodling over his notebook. some cat doodles, some chifuyu doodles, some doodles of you, some doodles mixing up all the elements together.

focusing on your drawing, you didn’t even notice chifuyu getting out of the bathroom. he sat beside you and looked over trying to understand what you were doing. once he noticed the doodles, he pulled the notebook away from you to give them a closer look. “ohhh my goddddd, these are adorable (y/n)!” he said with sparkles in the eyes. “i love these!” he said hugging you tightly.

“i’m glad you like them” you said hugging him back awkwardly. “draw one of us hugging!” he said pulling away from you to hand you the notebook excited. you chuckled and nodded saying “your wish is my command”

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x011011x · 2 months

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Hello there! I'm not sure if you take yandere requests but I'm assuming that you are

Can i request a short fic yandere Cater Diamond x gn! Reader? Just.. Uh, horror-ish maybe? The reader knows about Cater's weirdly obsessive tendencies and is trying to subtly avoid him

“Did you sleep well? Don’t lie to me, I watched you.”

They Wouldn't Believe You

Yandere!Cater x NonReciprocating!Reader Horror

Trigger warnings: Stalking, violence, blood, isolation, mentions of sexual behaviour, Cater is a whole ahh trigger warning in this fic ngl

Word count: 2.8k+

This is my first time doing requests so I'll be looking forward to any criticisms you have!! It was really fun writing this and I really got into the mood by the end but I was too scared of making this too long for a short fic. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this story!! <3

He walked behind you and while you didn't look at him, you knew he was looking at you, dissecting you with his chemically green eyes.

Static buzzed in your ears. You wanted to look back, just to confirm whether you were right. You knew you were, but you almost didn't want to believe it. He was someone you had loved. Someone you had trusted. Now he had become but a shell of who he was to you before, ailed with twisted obsession for you– which only the Great Sevens knew how he developed.

You tried resisting the urge to look him in the eyes, but giving that primal response to your fear was much stronger than what your brain could logically think out. You looked back, knowing it would fuel his fire more.

Sick green eyes looked back at you, like beautiful emeralds tainted with blot. His lips were curled up in a disturbing smile, pearly whites perfectly ready to tear through your flesh if he was met with rejection again. His eyes looked at you but they weren't exactly focused, like the gaze of a delusional man.

A soft blush creeped up on his cheeks.

"Hey, (Name)! Been a while since we last spoke. Cay-cay missed you~!"

At first, you were quite fond of the redhead. Cater seemed like the fun, carefree upperclassman. A far cry from someone as rigid and strict as Riddle. You just thought he was so cool. He had tons of Magicam followers, he was in a band as the guitarist. He was also so sweet to you. He always treated you to lunch and he even helped you buy your first phone.

Later you realised that how nice he was could be better defined by the word 'eerie', rather than 'welcoming'.

You'd often catch him staring at you, but he didn't look away when you caught him. Rather, the man approached you in such a friendly manner, you'd feel compelled to think that you were the one who saw wrong. You'd often feel guilty that you were taking a well meaning upperclassman in such a bad light.

On a random day, you and your group were hanging out just as usual. You watched as Ace and Deuce bantered about something stupid, like who would paint the roses. Ace exclaimed, drawing out the other boy's name, "Deuceeeee! I painted the rose just yesterday! How can you do this to me?"

Before Ace could babble on further, the jade eyed man slapped his palms on the ginger's face, "Ace! Don't lie! How could've you painted the roses yesterday when I myself painted them?"

Ace shoved Deuce's hand away from his face and retorted back, clutching onto his chest as if he was accused of a grave crime he didn't do in front of a judge, "Dude, I was doing the eastern side of the maze! I swear to the Great Sevens!"

"Ohh. I was doing the western side."

"Then, it's neither of our duties today, you idiot! Did you leave your brain back in your room?"

"Wait, but Mr. Diamond said that it's our duty today?"

"No, it's not! He lied to you, you dumbass. Gosh, deduction is not your greatest forte. Is it, buddy?"

"Are ya picking a fight about this?!"

You laughed softly as you them argue and sometimes even hit each other. Before Ace could open his mouth to spew some more of his nonsense, they both seemed to go quiet together. You and Grim looked at each other and then at them, they were also uncomfortably looking at each other and then at you.

You wondered if they wanted to say something to you, but before you could get any word out, Grim beat you to it, "Why are you two looking at my henchman like that?" He asked curiously, looking at you, trying to see if there's anything wrong with you. "They seem fine to me."

"It's uh- it's nothing really," the orange eyed boy stammered.

Deuce followed up, agreeing with Ace "Yeah, we have nothing suspicious to say about Mr. Diamond at all."

"Dude!"

"Oh- Um… uhh…"

That day you found out that Cater liked you. It wasn't mutual, at all. You thought of him as a friend and a close one at that. But, you weren't offended by him liking you at all. Rather, you felt the need to make things clear between you two so that you could continue on with your friendship.

So you decided to call him to the main street and resolve the issue together.

The autumn leaves cracked under your feet as you walked down the main street on campus. You waited patiently for the young man, fingers nervously drumming against the side of your outer thighs. You were tired from the day, but the thought of Cater liking you ran like marathons in your head. You walked in circles without realising, tensed with how to approach the issue as politely as possible.

'He could do way better than me with how popular he is. Is he insane?'

Sweat ran down your forehead. You wiped it off with a sigh. Your heart beat painfully against your ribs. You trusted him, you truly did. You didn't doubt him even once in the half an year you two had been friends. Maybe it was precisely because he was an expert at keeping such troubling emotions to himself and only put up the most acceptable version of himself is why you trusted him so much?

You stopped in your tracks when you heard an airy voice behind you, cheerfully calling out to you.

"(Name)!"

You turned to look at him. (E/C) eyes bored into his green ones. He looked like a mess, a hard day from his head resting against the desk from when he had been sleeping in class. You laughed as you saw him run up to you, heaving loudly.

"Hey Cater," you greeted him softly, reaching up to rake your fingers through his hair to set it in place, "Your hair looks a mess."

"Aha! Looks like I'm getting advice from the best hair stylist in town!" he closed his eyes as he felt your soft fingers touch his scalp. His face looked content and peaceful whenever you touched him. You couldn't believe all this time it was because he liked you.

After you were done, you moved back, thumb holding your chin. Your face feigned the focus of an artist precisely scrutinising their art for any imperfections. Honestly, Cater was beautiful enough to be a piece of art. You knew he had a low self esteem, and it saddened you. You knew you shouldn't say anything misleading, but you couldn't help yourself, "You look beautiful, Cater."

He fluttered his eyes open, the smile dissolving from his face. For a few seconds, he looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. A gentle smile spread on his lips, reaching his eyes as the forest-like hues looked back at you with admiration. He cooed, "Thanks, (Name). Appreciate the sentiment."

You both spent some time just looking at each other, smiling stupidly in the simplistic joy of such a trivial moment of your day. You wanted to forget about what Ace and Deuce had told you, the thoughts still tugged at the back of your heart painfully. You wanted to say something but you contemplated your cards in a hassle, thinking it might ruin everything you both had. The sweet friendship you cherished so much.

Before you could speak, he asked himself, "So? What did you call me here for?"

'Ah. Yeah. I need to say something,' you thought. You hesitated, the words stuck in your throat. You looked down at the ground, opening and closing your mouth like a beached fish, not knowing what to say. A hand rested itself on your shoulder. That caught your attention as you looked up at the redhead. He was still smiling yet something felt… sickening about his eyes. It was a sentiment you could never utter to him.

He looked down at you and his eyes held a sort of harrowing glint you'd seen before in him. It seemed as though his gaze was piercing into your soul. For the first time, his eyes seemed less like the calming forest and more like burning chemicals.

"They told you, didn't they?" he posed a simple question, voice light with his signature lul. His grip on your shoulder tightened.

You bit your lips. You didn't want to rat your friends out and possibly get them in trouble. You had never felt this way… this scared because of Cater. Even though he still sounded sweet. Oh so sweet. But you could see how his other hand was clenched tightly, you could see his jaw flexing against the side of his face. He was angry. You thought that maybe he ought to be, being told on by underclassmen, but only if he was anyone else but the man you trusted.

Your dearest upperclassman. Someone you considered one of your best friends

"Y-yeah.." you muttered out, scared to lie to him when he was in such a state.

As lean as he was, he was still stronger than you as a mage. One snap of his fingers and there'd be enough of him to beat you to a pulp. You didn't know how he was when he was angry and you didn't want to take your chances.

'It hurts.' you thought. Your shoulder had gone numb already. As if he could read your mind, the green eyed man took his hand off of you.

"Well? What's your answer, (Name)? Surely you wouldn't disappoint poor Cay-cay!" he asked, looking expectant.

"About that.." this was the moment. You had to make things right. You couldn't let him live in delusion. This was still your friend, a person you held close. You sighed with regret before announcing, "Cater, I'm sorry to say but I can't accept your feelings."

It felt as though time stopped. Cater looked at you and you looked back at him, both wordless. He looked like he had something to say but he kept his words to himself, nothing could suddenly grow the same sentiments in you that he had in himself for you.

The breeze was cool but it felt searingly hot against your skin for the few moments you had to wait for a response. But, Cater didn't resort to anger. Rather, with that same complex, unreadable expression from before, he turned on his back. He waved at you with a wink, "No worries! See you tomorrow, (Name)."

Knowing him, you had trusted that he wouldn't take rejection badly. But you were almost dumbfounded how easily he took it. It's as if the biggest burden was lifted off of your chest. Now you could return to your regular life where Cater and you are best friends.

Nothing more, nothing less.

You hated him. You hated him. You hated him.

You didn't know why that creep was approaching you right now. A manic look on his face, as if he just recovered from frantic hysteria. He muttered out, "Can we talk for a while?"

You clutched onto the gash on your arm that he had inflicted on you two months ago after luring you into his bedroom for a 'movie night' that went way south. He exclaimed that it was a way to keep you all for him now that the jig was up. Cut you up, so that you could be his in life and beyond the bar of death. Embrace him with the promise of eternity, even if it meant your demise. You couldn't understand his logic, obviously.

"You haven't loved someone like that, you know?"

It was only by a sliver of a chance that Trey heard you scream and came to your rescue. But you couldn't tell him that it was Cater who cut you. Not when Cater dropped the knife at your feet right before he came in. Not when Cater looked so worried about that cut, asking if you were okay. Not when Cater hurriedly went to find the first aid kit, as if he wasn't the reason you needed one in the first place.

You couldn't tell Trey with all those things into account. He wouldn't believe you.

It was horrible what Cater had started doing to you.

He would send you letters in a completely different handwriting describing things only he knew about. He'd describe all the violent things he wanted to do to you and the men you talked to because of how jealous he was. He would swear he would kidnap you and marry you. How no one could stop him, not even you. As the letters progressed, so did the nauseating scribbles that came along with it, each one describing what he's planning in a nonchalant tone.

He was outside your window. You couldn't wake Grim up. You were ashamed to.

That's what he had made you. Ashamed. And hateful. And fearful. And regretful, regretful that you had ever trusted a man like that. Ashamed to say what was happening to anyone. They wouldn't believe you. They wouldn't believe you. They wouldn't believe you. And even if they did, they'd think you're the problem. You're the weak one. Or maybe that, he wasn't, in fact, "Violating you like that at all, you're just delusional".

When you came back home from school, you'd find your clothes taken, only for the next letter you receive to describe how much he enjoyed using your clothes to sate his sexual urges. It was so humiliating. You'd cry as you read the letters. Maybe he'd get rid of the clothes before you could report him. And then, the fingers would be pointed at you. You'd be the one sworn at. You'd be the one who'd be shunned.

No one would believe you.

You hadn't seen him since that night. And now there he was. Your devil, standing right in front of you. You wanted to run, you wanted to scream. You knew you had to do something. But, it was the middle of the day. Everyone was around. How would you explain your situation to everyone even if you were to react that way? He was friends with everyone, there was hardly anyone who disliked him. And then there was you, infamous of all students for no good reasons at all.

He took a few steps closer to you. You took one singular step back. You opened your mouth to request, "Please, go away."

"No! (Name)!" He looked like he was prepared to get on his knees to beg you to stay. "Let's… chat. I love your scent, but nothing's cuter than your voice~! I've missed it…" he paused, before shortly adding with a certain baritone that made you tremble, "I've missed you."

"Cater, it's not like that between us-" you tried getting away as he came close to you but before you could, he grabbed onto your wrists.

"You don't know what it's like between us. Our relationship is special and-" he stopped, observing you for a moment before another sickening smile bloomed on his face, "You've developed eyebags. Those must be because you're worried about Cay-cay. I sweaaaar, I'll love them too! I think they're pretty cute!"

"It's…" you tried moving your hand away it wouldn't budge. His grip was painlessly binding, undoubtedly it could turn into crushing in mere seconds, "It's not because of you, you motherfucker!"

"Really? Then whose letters are those that you read late at night?"

What.

"What?"

"Those letters!" he shakes you, a bit harshly. Enough to get your heart stuck in your throat as he demanded to know "Whose are those?!"

"Y-yours," you blurted out, scared of what he would do to you if he thought that the letters were from someone else.

"See? Wasn't so tough to admit it, now was it? The letters are pretty romantic, aren't they?"

You looked at him dumbfounded. He describes gutting Ace as though it's just like making fish fillet even though by day he and the other ginger boy make a pretty good pair. He thinks that is romantic? But, it was more absurd that he knew you stayed up at night reading his letters. Wordlessly, he knew that is what you were most perplexed by, and he chuckled sweetly, "Oh Dear Sevens, your face can be put up in Magicam right now. Talk about #earlyhalloween."

You didn't know how he was making light of the situation. It was as if he had forgotten the morale reasoning behind his own acts.

"Tell you what, cutie? You can drop the whole distant act now. They might get suspicious and even if you said anything they-"

"...Wouldn't believe me."

For all you were concerned, you were dealing with people from the moment you woke up till the moment you went to bed. Yet, he had so meticulously managed to isolate you. You grit your teeth and thought to yourself that it would be different if he wasn't a mage. But, would it be any different? You wondered.

He smiled at you.

His eyes reminded you of green radium. But everyone would object. They would tell you his eyes were more like the gentle forest.

After all, they all stopped believing you.

Don't copy my work okay!? >:((

Though taking inspiration is always welcome <33

Be sure to like, comment and reblog if you like this fic, it'll definitely help in my goals of becoming popular.

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crimson-kisses · 11 months

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If you're okay with it, please give poly headcanons for Nyo Poland and Nyo Lithuania with a darling who rejects their confession.

I am down for anything dw babes, more drama in the menu tonight ladies ✨ two traumatized mentally unstable maidens who would kill for you. Warnings: yandere obv, guaranteed throwing of hands and bloody swords. Very harsh language :(

Sworn promises.

Nyotalia Poland — Florentyna Łukasiewicz Nyotalia Lithuania — Tatjana Lorinaitytė

“You stupid, air-headed arrogant bitch”

Tatjana muttered whatever curses and insults came at the tip of her tongue through gritted teeth, she was injured but had managed to draw blood by drawing a clean cut on the waist of the woman she had grown to loathe. She was always a better swordswoman than her, moves calculated and precise, and even though her opponent was a force to be reckoned with, her skills were just superior.

It’s wasn’t rare for Florentyna to get on her nerves, unlike their male counterparts, they both were rather distant, and although as much as they tried, there was always a barrier between them which stilted any growth in their friendship. Of course, they are nations, relationships and friendships shuffle about. That was reasonable.

What really pissed her off was the Polish woman’s arrogance, her naive risky attitude towards everything sometimes gave her a headache. And after what she had done? Oh she had gone to her lover, which they both agreed to share after a through conversation and a heartfelt discussion (bleh), and apparently screwed any chances of them being together. Or rather, her chances.

Florentyna had been too strong on the poor thing, you were after all an easily flustered, pure soul, soft spoken and easily stressed who had been intimidated by the extravagant flirting followed by borderline harassment. It was a disaster. Tatjana had no issues with confessing herself, but she had grown anxious and despite her warnings, the blonde had took off over to the bar you worked at. Decided to get drunk off her ass and then propose to you in the most inappropriate manner possible.

She had no idea just why exactly didn’t she see the issue, or the importance mostly, of the situation they were dealing with!? Tatjana knew that Florentyna was a smart, cunning woman who could stand up to Anya or Berlinda even, why was she so careless and tactless when it came to you?! It frustrated her to no end to see her playing around with you in this manner, she herself wasn’t the most bold person around, mostly because of her spiraling anxious thoughts concerning you.

"Better than being a spineless coward like you, what had caught your tongue from ever revealing your feelings?",

Florentyna gave a taunting smile towards the brunette, even though her wounds hurt a lot, she endured the pain, after all she had gone through worse things. This was merely a scratch really. The bloodloss only made her more excited, it was wonderful to annoy the shit out of 'miss-stick-up-her-spineless-flat-ass'. Gosh, this woman could be very judgmental, not that she cared anymore.

Tatjana huffed in disbelief and tilted her head in an observing way, eyes narrowed and blinking tiredly from the whole ordeal they were going through. She briefly lowered her sword, damaged braid tossed behind her back with barely constrained rage.

"You do realise, you braindead whore, that this situation screwed any chances for both of us", she barely dodged the high kick from her opponent and crouched down to the ground before headbutting the lady in the gut, causing a satisfied grunt followed by a loud thud.

Florentyna hissed at the sharp pain on her sides, flipping herself on her feet just as quickly as she had been head butted, swaying from the sudden motion and simply gave the Lithuanian an unimpressed look, as if she had heard the most idiotic thing from her mouth.

"You think I don't know that?", she nonchalantly responded while rolling her eyes, although she was still alert and honestly she knew her own limits quite well too. Both of them have been fighting since sunrise, "If anything, we didn't stand a chance either way, you pathetic masochistic slut",

"Don't you bring Nikolai into this!!", the Polish woman gave a crooked smile at the frustrated screeching tone and rolled to the side, barely avoiding getting a wound once more from that damned sword. A teasing glint in her eyes.

"Really?, what made you think I was referring to him Tatji?", Florentyna knew that the man was still a sore topic somewhat, being her ex-lover or whatever, but it was a great fun now and then. To tease her about it and watch her emotionally combust at the mere mention of their so called relationship. She only got a snarl in return and managed to step close enough to the woman, swiftly hitting her square on face with her elbow and managing to slam the brunette on the floor by hitting her behind the knee with her foot.

Tatjana swore she was going to murder the piece of shit but the intense pain stopped her from even seeing straight, damn it, she should have known there was no winning fairly with honor with this menace of a woman. She saw stars until after a while she was met with the face she had grown irate by.

"Just what do you mean???",

Florentyna took a seat on the tummy of the woman seething below her in sweet disdain, with a usual carefree demeanor. A sigh escaped her lips, turning into a beaming smile as she twirled her dagger playfully. Not that it made the situation any better, as she bent closer to her ear and answered in a low whisper,

"It was bound to be a 'no' all along; like, we could simply take such matters and inconveniences, into our own hands".

She got up from her position cautiously, both of the women holding their gazes with no words needing to be exchanged. Until finally, Tatjana picked herself up off the ground, holding her sword with a strong grip, a newfound determination set upon her. A stiff nod towards her companion who simply gave her an aloof expression in return.

"Let's proceed then".

I like to think, Florentyna would consider their odds from the start especially considering the fact that you would be a mortal. She is naturally a very cynical individual, hence she would consider many scenarios about how a poly relationship would go with a human and her fellow nation with whom she has quite a history with.

It would take Tatjana much more convincing to actually go through with the plan, as unlike the other, she is very considerate about your wellbeing above all. She would have to be very concerned about a particular issue to finally follow through with what Florentyna would suggest. Which won't be that difficult.

I like to think about Florentyna not caring much about your defiance regarding their relationship, she has gone through a lot of shit to care anymore. Being a heavily traumatised individual, she has simply stopped caring about a lot of things along the way. More so than Felix. Being much more crazy and unstable.

Tatjana on the other hand, is more level headed than Tolys, is less sensitive and more likely to hold a decent relationship with you. She would be rather protective, and would be more sympathetic to your situation, make no mistake though she won't be going against her word of promise unless something drastic has been done against you. She somewhat trusts the Polish woman and acknowledges her sense of loyalty but is also wary of when things get too tense.

So most likely, yes you will be kidnapped. There will be a heated debate involving the process, and it probably will continue after you have been taken by them.

A slight groan escaped your chapped lips as the dull pain throbbed across your forehead, harsh sunlight blinding your eyesight as the curtains were hasty pulled open.

"Are you stupid Tatja?, close the fucking curtains, you're going to blind the poor babe",

What?, you tried hard not to panic and make sense of what was going on, although it seemed as if your body naturally went on a panic mode, skin burning from the friction of the ropes and you almost vomited because of the gag placed in your mouth.

You remembered the blonde lady, and you swore you somewhat remembered the brunette. But well, no shit, if they were going to kidnap you, they must have been stalking you to know about your vacation whereabouts. The conclusion made you even more distraught and rightfully frustrated at the situation.

"Sorry, but the last thing we need is to cause a panic attack, being able to see is more likely to make them feel secure",

"Are you speaking out of your ass? Because that excuse was full of shit",

Tatjana simply sighed through her nose in annoyance and walked closer to where you were tied up to a chair. Seemingly expressionless, her eyes were filled with concern and almost a hint of fear, for what exactly you didn't know. Gloved hands caressed your face and you flinched in instinct at the movement.

"Don't worry........ ignore that empty headed woman, I shall take good care of you myself. Just let us play pretend for now, alright?"

Your eyes widened at the comment, and although you felt uncomfortable at the prospect of betrayal between the friends, couldn't you take advantage of the mutual distrust between the both of them?

Because you didn't miss the narrowed look of annoyance Florentyna sent towards the brunette nor the way she seemed ready to pull you away from her in any moment.

Yes, both of them would play pretend with each other, sure they could share you but both of them won't get along at first. These feelings will intensify until you escape or get taken away by someone else. You would think you could take advantage of this rivalry between them both, although once they catch on, they would be willing to put aside their differences and claiming you as theirs once again.

In the end, you rejection doesn't matter. Take it with a grain of salt, it was nothing but a simple form of basic courtesy from their side. I mean Tatjana would honestly disagree but Florentyna would make it clear that it was just that and nothing more.

Although they would question you about it, make sure to give a positive answer because Florentyna would tear you apart otherwise if she's in an unstable state and Tatjana is more likely to have an emotional meltdown, so choose your words rightly, she wouldn't dare hurt you of course. But the former would if she loses her mind for a moment.

You have to understand that even though they are friends, they have different mindsets and are intense in different ways. There are several things they will disagree on, causing frustration and mild conflict, and also they would have different opinions on how they should treat you depending on specific circumstances. And this would include the consequences of you rejecting their confession.

#hetalia #aph hetalia #yandere #yandere hetalia #yandere poly #yandere scenarios #tw yandere #hetalia poland #nyotalia #nyotalia poland #hetalia fandom #hetalia lithuania #nyotalia lithuania #lietpol #I guess?#female yandere

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frecklystars · 2 years

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things i loved abt this version of the musical:

♡ plankton had black nail polish and i’d never felt so validated. i draw him with black nail polish all the time, no matter which production it is, so to see someone actually Doing That? gosh, it made me so so so happy

♡ he also wore black lipstick and lime green eyeshadow. absolutely killing it

♡ spongebob had red accents on his shirt, suspenders, and pants. even a little red pocket on his shirt! and he had big round glasses. cute as hell. i think i’m going to add red accents on my version of spongebob, too!

♡ instead of swiveling out on a Chum Bucket chair during the opening number, plankton was swinging from a ladder hanging from the ceiling. that was his Thing he would do, he would always be climbing the ladder and hanging from it while singing.

♡ this portrayal of plankton was terrifying. he’d widen his eye and bare his teeth. he stood straight and tall, but not really like he was looming (like nick’s), and not big and loud like he wanted to be seen (like wes’). he was just There. he was There and he was watching the town and planning their demise and he spoke almost robotically for the first half of his introduction in Bikini Bottom Day. he’d flex his fingers and tilt his head and give a very unsettling grin during some lines. i loved it.

♡ Karen was actually the one making all the sound effects! I didn’t expect a low budget playhouse to bother with using the sound effects, but the girl who played Karen absolutely knocked it out of the park with her keyboard. she had her face projected on a TV screen that Plankton would talk to. and kiss.

♡ at one point he leaned in to caress Karen (the scene after Hero is My Middle Name) and she stopped him and said “oh, wait, you got something in your-” and he stops and says “in my teeth? what is it - oh, it’s probably kale. yeah, it’s kale. new year, new me! trying new things, Karen! what’s happening - oh, the set is changing already? okay let’s GO KAREN”

♡ he proceeded to, instead of walk off the stage like a normal person, literally do the worm. flop like a fish, if you will. karen just stared at him and said “yeah. the magic is definitely gone”

♡ the actor playing Patrick had the most beautiful voice?? my gosh?? this dude should be on broadway. this dude should have his own album. his vibrato was insane. when he sang I Guess I Miss You i got a little misty-eyed because he put so much feeling into it and i was just so overwhelmed to be there at all :’)

♡ plankton only held a little plush of himself during When the Going Gets Tough. after his dance number he threw the plushie off the stage and said (to the town) “you’re all idiots, just use your imagination”

♡ when he did his dance number he said in the middle of it “this choreography isn’t easy, people, appreciate what my evil genius giant brain is DOING for YOU”

♡ during the Big Guy scene plankton actually moaned “faster, faster” and it ummm definitely rekindled some feelings...

♡ patchy pointed at me pre-show and said “ye be wearin’ a spongebob shirt?! ye can’t be a bigger spongebob fan than me, I’m his number one fan!” i said “no, no, i’m the musical’s number one fan” and he said “hmm... we’d have a lot to talk about, wouldn’t we”

♡ plankton liking my art was pretty cool too!!!

♡ intermission you were allowed to take pics w/ the cast if you donated to the theater. i didn’t want to be in the pic so i just took a photo of them, and instead of saying “cheese” like everyone else, patrick said “ice creeeeam!!” and plankton shouted “WORLD DOMINATION!!!!!” and sandy muttered “yall can’t be normal during any of these shows” 😂😂

♡ then i told plankton i liked his nails and he said he liked my pin (it was cartoon!plankton). i held it up for him to see and said “it’s you!” and he kneeled down on the stage and leaned forward to see better and said “oh, someone has good taste.” he turned to the others and said “unlike the rest of you!” then squidward said “you don’t have MY FACE on a pin?!” and i said “i do! but it’s at home!” and he raised his hand and said “no, no, it’s too late, i can’t talk to you” sldfkjsdf

anyway this was one of the greatest experiences Ever. being such a small little college playhouse meant the audience was small too, and there was so, so much interaction w/ the cast, before and after the show, and especially during intermission. it was the most fun i’ve had in a while and something i definitely needed ;u;

#woof #love notes

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Hi! I would like a twisted wonderland platonic mash-up please!

Nickname: lala (my real name that isn't my "white name" as I like to call it is way too long)

Pronouns: he/they

Personality type: ENTP

Age: 17

Kinnie: Osamu dazai (more the writer than the character, I read the book and I love it)

Likings: Books, art, history (of art), writing, drawing, kids (I want to have kids in the future but I found out I can't have any today and I'm really sad about it), rain, basketball, making friends, hoodies, my job (I'm the head manager in a skate shop), my siblings, my bf (of course), the music band GORILLAZ (I'm going to see them October 8th), memes

Dislike: spiders. (These things are horrible), loud noises, summer, homeworks

Aesthetic: chaotic academia/grunge

(okay, first off, it's so fucking cool to me that you did a twst profile for this, I salute you. I'm also so pumped to do a platonic match up because oh my gosh friendship match ups are so fun and can get so much more chaotic. Also, I know it's been a little bit, but I'm sorry you got that news, I hope you're feeling better and I hope this brings a little levity if not 💙 also I'd love to hear how the concert went!)

I match you with Lilia Vanrouge.

Bat dad sees a kindred spirit in your music and fashion ways. In fact, if anything, it enables him to try a whole new set of fashion (were you the one that helped design his music club outfit? Who's to say?) On his free days, he's grabbing your hand and modeling looks for you, and then taking you to concerts.

Lilia likes to prank, he doesn't like to torture. So he won't use your fear of spiders against you. (This is a privilege awarded to very few) When he learns you aren't into loud noises, he makes sure to start training Sebek to keep it down around you.

I'm so happy you like history, literature, and art, because he is history. Mans can rattle off facts about stuff you've never even heard of. You like that painting? Lilia was there for the painter's tenth birthday. You need a book for a project? Lilia may or may not have written a couple of them, and will let you borrow a first edition. He also just likes to talk about the old days, so it's for the best if you just let him wear himself out.

Makes you buy matching oversized hoodies with him, and then use them to embarrass Silver and "all his cool friends". (Slappy hands. You two go around doing slappy hands with your hoodies. You both are absolute menaces.

Also... Lala....Lillia? The names just work.

It was raining today, but luckily that didn't bother either of you. You had promised to teach Lilia how to play basketball, and the rain was keeping the heat away.

"MASTER LILIA..."

"Hushed tones, Sebek," Lilia said as he floated up to the hoop again to dunk the ball, despite you repeatedly informing him this was an illegal move.

"Master Lilia," you could tell Sebek was "whispering" but it was just a regular inside voice. "You and Lala will catch your death of cold out here."

"Aw, you care," you giggled, stealing the ball from Lilia, and throwing a three pointer. You don't know if you missed or made it, because Lilia distracted you right at the last second by flipping upside down and blocking your view.

"Hey!"

"Fu Fu, sorry Lala, all's fair in war and basketball."

"I've told you before, it really isn't," you said with a playful eye roll.

"Please, Master Lala and Master Lilia, please just come inside and warm up for a couple minutes," Sebek asked sadly.

"Fine," Lilia gave a fake groan, then grinned. "But I'm stealing the comfy hoodie." He ran off, you in tow both of you giggling like idiots as poor Sebek was left behind in the rain.

#matchups #twisted wonderland #500 followers #lilia vanrouge

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llycaons · 6 months

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ep46 (2/3): go off wen ning!!!

oh this episode has so many great romantic shots of lwj catching wwx and dramatically cradling him in his arms and gazing tenderly at him and taking care of him physically and looking horrified and caring when he learns the truth. it's like his number one role in this episode from this point on

THERE HE IS!!!!! much like jyl's ep25 speech, this is wen ning's absolute best scene. the best scenes of both jyl and wen ning, gentle and deeply loving side characters with little political or cultivation power, involve them defending wwx, someone who looked after and protected them in turn. it's happened so rarely and it's so satisfying to see it come down like that

come to think of it, most great lwj scenes are of him doing the same thing

oh gosh lwj looks almost disgusted when he sees jc draw suibian. like 'really??? HIM??? ugh'

WEN QING!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭 YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED BELOVED!!!!

oh he is NAILING the 'the man I love went through torments untold and I utterly failed him when it mattered and now I hold him in my arms and gaze at his face and wonder how I could have been so foolish' look

I love that wen ning has such a precise and detailed memory. it's fitting as a companion and defender of wwx, who famously has a poor memory even when it comes to himself. it's so good for wwx that wen ning and lwj both witness and carry wwx's struggles so he doesn't have to do so alone. im getting choked up

oh and he just tears into jc in this scene. mwah. so so satisfying

and look how passionate he is! quiet, timid, kind wen ning, whose default expression is solemn awkwardness or a shy smile, outright shouting at this sect leader. and rightfully so!

his is his SISTER! and jc shouldn't forget why he's here! wen ning isn't here to punish or kill jc or even really hurt him. he just wants him to know who he owes his life and success and strength and sect to - people he's abandoned, people he's tortured, people he's sworn to kill. it's a bitter pill to swallow, and it's devastating for him, but wen qing deserved to be remembered. and jc needs to understand what exactly wwx did before he can decide to torment him for eternity or whatever he was planning

jc sobbing should also be satisfying, but honestly it's just sad. he makes me tired. isn't he tired?

thank GOD wen ning said this because a lot of people take wwx at face value especially when it comes to jc and it's important to remember that wwx wasn't being sincere in a lot of circumstances, both before and after the war

oh god and now he's remembering all the things he did to wwx and the things wwx said to him before he left to get his core 'restored' oh god oh fuck this is why he apologizes later. this is what it took. thank you wen ning 😭 I will never ever call wwx an idiot for not communicating things he was clearly too traumatized or in too much of a precarious position to communicate but I'm so glad someone did

THE SINGLE TEAR MAKES A REAPPEARANCE

I love the 'grabbing a sword hilt in determination' thing that both lwj and wwx do

GET HIM!!!!

GO OFF!!!! this is probably the meanest thing wen ning even says in this scene and it's literally just the truth. people who call wen ning cruel for this are weak bitches. 'uwu jc lost his entire family' yeah so did wen ning and jc failed to help them even though THEY saved his and his sibling's lives. jc always scolds wwx for not being grateful but he's so ungrateful and self-absorbed himself. 'wq turned down his marriage offer' was that seriously the fucking best he could have come up with

anyway wn and lwj united in taking care of and defending wwx is such a lovely partnership 🥺 for so long he's been taking care of everyone and all alone and refusing help and now the two most loyal and loving people still alive are looking after him and making sure he's okay. it does make me emotional

awww yeah romantic lotus pond night boat ride with a third wheel slash servant (?) wwx sure directs him to row like one

oh god...this line really hits. when you and your family are facing extermination from literally everyone in the entire world, when everyone is treating you as less than human and calling for your blood, when you're utterly alone in the nightmare, then having even one person stand up for you and advocate for you, just one person who tries to save you...yeah I would remember that too. but then wen ning always remembers the good people do for him. he was loyal to wwx as soon as wwx was kind to him, bc it was something wwx does regularly but that never happened to wen ning before.

man arguably wen ning lived by the 'forget the bad, remember the good' that cssr told wwx. I feel like I've already said that

as tangled and silly as the timeline is for nightless city, I don't find it hard at all to believe that lwj, hearing some shit went down and the wens turned themselves in, first went to nightless to advocate for them. failing that, he ran back to BM looking for wwx and found a-yuan. he took a-yuan to CR, put him in with a medic, and then booked it to nightless.

...actually now that I write it all out, it does sound a bit unlikely. but lwj WOULD delay going to wwx if a-yuan needed him, and the travel time for the wens and the time wwx spent asleep could account for the time lwj spent desperately flying back and forth all over the jianghu

oof yeah I joke about lwj not communicating shit but really...in this situation I can see why to an extent. yeah, lsz deserves to know his identity and family. the wens shouldn't be absorbed into the lans and lost from the world forever. god knows there's enough real world examples of racist adoption that contributes to genocide and loss of culture (see, white adoption of indigenous americans and aboriginal people). but I can see him not wanting to tell a child that hes the last survivor of a mass murder bc there's no comfort he can offer. he didn't even really know them. it still would have been better if he'd told him, obviously. people shouldn't but cut off from their families, even dead. none of the wens should have been forgotten. but I see why. and I see why wen ning is doing the same thing

#cql re-rewatch

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin Modern AU - Stress and Comfort

Summary: Woke up late. Missed a class. Forgot that assignment due. Another one due in two days. People are downplaying the things that you do. It’s raining and you don’t have an umbrella. Sometimes the little things pile up all in one day and it feels like all you want to do is to get it over with... and your boyfriend to make everything better.

Warnings: crying, stress, mood swings, other than that it’s fluff

Characters: Kaeya, Zhongli x gn!reader

Notes: Also a commission <3 Thank you for the love. Once again if you want something written for you I have cheap rates XD and I’ll always accommodate to your wants! Just leave me a message!

Kaeya

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to write this part of the essay?” It wasn’t as if you were a particularly good student. But somehow, the people in your class liked asking you because you were accommodating. Ready to help with a smile on your face. Always there to turn to and rely on. “Yeah, it’s just like this…” and you spend nearly an hour explaining it.

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I can finish this part of the presentation tonight, something came up at home,” Group projects were sometimes difficult too. You understood. Things happened, but when they happened, you’d be the first one to say, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it,” Even though the presentation is tomorrow, even though you barely get enough sleep for the next day. A part of you just wants to quickly get it over with.

“You said this would come out on the test… It wasn’t even there…” The worst part of it is not even receiving any thanks. It’s the way that they look at you when you make a mistake, despite all of the good things you’ve done for them, one mistake, and they make you out and guilt you to be a bad person.

“Your analysis is all wrong, Y/N. This part over here…” Sometimes the price of that was paying with your own grade. You try to listen as the lecturer explains a part of your essay. You’re listening, but it just doesn’t register in your mind. Something about misunderstanding the concept. Those concepts that you’ve tried so hard to remember and to understand. In the end they were all mixed up and confused.

Perhaps the lecturer sees the deflated look in your eyes, and ends quite happily. “Just do better in the next one!” pats your back and lets you leave, handing you your essay graded with a C.

Do better in the next one. Easier said than done.

You shove the paper in your bag without giving it a second glance.

The cafeteria. It was slightly late for lunch but you like it that way. There weren’t a lot of people at this time, which meant you didn’t have to fight for seats. Still, as you put in your order and bring your tray of food to the nearest seat that you see, you somehow bump into someone who topples over your chosen lunch, the tray completely doing a flip and landing on your chest, then on the ground with a plop and rattle.

There’s an ugly stain on your shirt. Forget about hiding it, it had to be washed. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” and yet they can only stare at the stain. What else could they do? Dabbing it with wet tissue would just make it worse. “It’s…fine,” you wave them away, but you leave the mess on the floor in a hurry and in an embarrassed state.

You sigh once outside again. Deciding that today was enough, you make your way home.

Even then, as you sit at your study table, all washed up and changed, sketching a little something on your tablet, your mother stands at the door, observing.

“…What does that do for you?”

You jump a little in surprise and turn, looking at her blank expression. “What does what do for me?”

“That, your drawing. You’re always on the computer or tablet Y/N. If not that, then your sketchbook. That’s all you ever do,”

You turn around because you don’t want to argue. You don’t want to hear her complaining about how you do nothing but stay in all day after lessons and play games and draw. It was one of the biggest forms of comfort you had for yourself and yet she--

“Maybe try a part time job or join a club or some—”

“Mom, I’m still trying to adjust to uni,”

Why does no one understand how difficult it is to juggle the classes and do all the readings required? Why do I have to do so many things all at the same time? Can’t I do it when I choose to and when I’m ready? Can’t I do things that I enjoy?

“The degree you chose won’t even pay the bills…” You hear her mutter as she walks away. Footsteps receding into the hallways.

You push your tablet away and lay your head face down on the table. You’re trying not to lose it and finally, whatever higher being up there hears your plea to give you a break.

A phone call from Kaeya comes through.

“…Hey,” you answer.

“Hey, hun. You haven’t been replying to my messages,” there’s a lilt of playfulness in his voice. He just thinks you’ve fallen asleep or taken a nap at home or something.

“…Yeah, I—” You try to explain. You try to say that you weren’t feeling well. That you didn’t feel like talking. But would he understand? Everyone today seemed to be against you. “I just, fell asleep,” You lie and there’s a few seconds of silence on the other side.

“…You sure?” Now there’s a hint of unease in his voice. The playfulness is gone. “You ok? Do you want me to come over?” Somehow he senses that it isn’t just “falling asleep”. His simple worry and caring attitude towards you breaks whatever composure you had left. You accidentally let out a sniffle as tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… You don’t have to talk to me, but I’ll come over right now, okay?” The sniffle was enough to tell him that perhaps something had went wrong. You couldn’t help but let out a few more sniffles as tears slowly trickles down your face.

“O-okay,”

Minutes later your blue-haired boyfriend shows up at your doorstep. Despite your mom being a little hard on you earlier, when she opens the door to see him, she smiles and says. “I think they were having a bad day, I might have been a little harsh on them too,” Kaeya only grins and points a thumb to his chest. “No problem, that’s what I’m here for,” He’s still wearing his volleyball jersey.

He knocks softly on the door, “Y/N?” there’s a plastic bag in his other hand.

When you open the door your eyes were already a little red around the edges, but seeing him made your lips tremble and fresh tears fall out. “Shh… You’re okay.” He wraps you in his arms, plastic bag rustling, his hand smooths your hair down and the other rubs your back as you cry out your frustrations for the day.

The two of you stay there for what seems like a long time. You hiccupping into his chest and trying to calm down. At some point he moves the both of you on the bed and lets you curl up against him. When you finally ease up, he pulls away slightly to look at your face, then brushes away the wetness still lingering on your cheeks. “Feel better?” He whispers, as if being too loud will break you again.

You smile a little and nod at how gentle he was being. He smiles back and leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Whatever it is, just talk to me when you’re ready,” and it hits you so hard how much he’s willing to just be there with you, even though he doesn’t know what’s happening. How he wasn’t going to judge you for what you say or what you do and your face crumples and grimaces into a face that tells him you’re trying not to cry. “D-Did I say something wrong?” He’s a little startled, but you laugh a little through small droplets of tears that you wipe away by yourself. “No, you idiot. I’m just happy you’re here,”

He sighs and relaxes, taking his own hand and pinching your cheek, pulling at it a little. “Who’s the idiot? Crying and laughing at the same time?” He was joking, of course. He’d only do so when he knew you could take it. You swat his hand away with a slight glare, and he knows that he’s got a little bit of the normal you back. “Alright, come on, here,” He suddenly sits up and presents the plastic bag that he’s been holding all that time.

“Ice-cream, your favourite flavour,” rummages into it and takes out a tub the size of two fists, a little damp from the melted moisture. He’s got spoons in there too. Slowly, as you eat the tub together, you tell him about what’s been going on in uni. How people just expected you to help when you could. How you got nothing in return. How you try really hard and they somehow still end up piling on negativity into your life.

“…It’s okay to help, Y/N,” he thoughtfully says, mouth muffled cause his spoon was still in his mouth. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself too,” then he scoops another bite. “…But even if you don’t…it’s okay,” he looks up at the ceiling. “If you don’t take care of yourself…Then I’ll do it. That’ll be my job. Forever,”

You lay your head on his shoulder as he says this, still eating from your spoon “I love you,”. He smiles and presses a soft kiss atop your head. “Love you too. I’m always just a phone call away, babe,”

Zhongli

“Is there something on your mind? You’ve been quiet for the past hour,” Nothing slips by Zhongli. He’s observant. He knows you don’t feel like eating by the way you’re picking at your food. Knows that you don’t want to talk because you don’t even meet his eyes.

“…Nothing, really,” You just didn’t have the energy to talk about it.

He feels as if this date has gone awry, and he didn’t even know where he went wrong. Though, if he had to guess, it wasn’t his fault. You were just in a particularly bad mood. Not that the two of you were anywhere fancy, it was just your usual sit-down restaurant at a mall across the university.

To him, the right thing to do was give you the space you needed. So, after walking you to your room that night, he’d wait till the morning to contact you. Imagine his surprise when none of his calls go through. None of his texts were returned. He was beside himself with worry when suddenly, near the afternoon, he finally gets word from you.

“Sorry Li, I feel a little sick today. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine in no time,”

You’re bad at lying. Or was he just good at reading you? You tend to have the habit of withdrawing when you’re out of energy. To give too much without any regards to your own state, your own feelings. Sometimes you don’t realize that you had to watch over yourself too.

It’s nearly 8 at night when he knocks at your dorm room. Zhongli went through a few steps to make sure your roommate would be out tonight. It was from them that he found out you hadn’t left the room at all today, but that you weren’t sick.

“Oh… Zhongli,” You’re surprised at the amount of things he’s holding. There’s a plastic bag that seems to nearly be popping and in his other hand was a mysterious paper bag. Under his arm he’s tucked his laptop with him. He lived in the dorms too, and if someone saw him now, it would look as if he was moving into your room. “You could’ve just asked me to come over to yours,” his eyes trail away, a certain brown-headed roommate pops up in his mind.

“No, Tartaglia’s in tonight,” You make a sound of understanding. His roommate was rather…special. Too energetic for your tastes, and sometimes nosy. “What do you have there?” You ask and invite him in. He chucks the plastic bag on your bed, lays down the laptop on your table along with the mystery paper bag. He notes that you’re already in your sleepwear, which was perfect. He starts to take out a throw blanket from the plastic bag and a hoodie.

“…This..is?” You’re a little baffled by what he’s trying to convey. “…My throw blanket that you like so much…and you said you like wearing my hoodie,” then he points at the laptop. “Do you want to watch a movie in bed? I have popcorn too,”

Then you realize that he’s trying to make you feel better. He’s figured out that you weren’t really sick, possibly just mentally drained. You smile at him and lean in for a hug, to which he responds to by wrapping his arms around your back and whispering. “…I’m not…really good at these things… Tartaglia said it might make you feel better…” You chuckle in his embrace and could imagine the kind of conversation they had.

“You’re the best Zhongli,” he secretly smiles while rubbing your back up and down. He doesn’t ask questions as to why you’ve been acting the way you do, but you’re the one who offers him the answer. “It’s just school… Too many things have been piling up… My class they… They’re really nice people you know? But just… there are times where I wish they would stop asking me for help, but it feels so selfish of me… I have my own things too, but they never think about that…”

It’s always about them, you want to say, but keep your mouth shut. He runs his hand through your hair gently, internalizing the things that you’ve said. “…I see… Would you like to hear what I think?” He’d ask first, because he knew sometimes that you didn’t really want an answer. You just wanted to be listened to. You nod against his chest, you could feel his heart beating from the closeness. “I think, you’re a very selfless person, Y/N,” he places a kiss on your head. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take a break from time to time, you deserve it,” and he guides you over to your bed, wrapping the two of you up in his throw blanket. Laptop on, popcorn in the mystery paper bag as you put his hoodie on. It smells just like him.

His back leans against the wall and you’re in the safety of his arms. You’re practically in his lap, encased in his scent and warmth. He’d managed to prop his laptop up on a pile of books and the two of you watch a random movie on the screen. You were paying attention to it, but you couldn’t help but be more interested in the way his chest rises and falls. You can feel him against you, and the comfort it brings is like no other.

You turn away from the screen and rest your head at the nape of his neck. He looks down, movie still playing and asks “Tired?” You shake your head, eyes closed. “No, I’m just enjoying this…” There’s a small rumble from his chest as he lets out a small “Mm,” his eyes are glued to your face. Movie forgotten.

“…Y/N, I’ll always… be next to you,” Your eyes flutter open a little to look up at him, curious. “…Always?” He nods his head firmly to confirm, and you lean up a little to press a sweet and quick kiss on his lips. “Even when I’m not my best and I’m moody?” He chuckles at that and responds with a remark that might have slightly brought tears to your eyes.

“Especially when you’re not at your best, I’ll be there. Just call,”

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Dive Into You: Part 4.(M)

Preview: “What brings you into confession today?”

Pastor Lee’s voice sounds through the small wooden booth around you. Uncomfortably shifting in your seat when the reality of confessing your sins to the one who brought them into this world settles.

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his words.

“Separately Pastor!”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, smut, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, a little angsty

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, corruption, cheating, religious innuendos

Smut Warning: dry humping, fingering, in public setting

Intro—>

Part 1–>

Part 2–>

Part 3–>

“Oh my gosh goodness, that woman is old enough to be his mother!” Your mother gasps, hand over her chest. Haechan strutting into mass with, quite frankly a woman old enough to be his mother. Scantily clad in a tight skimpy hardly there dress. Arm securely draped around her waist. Your jaw falls open following where he leads her into a pew. Both Mark and Jeno sharing looks, back and forth between you and Haechan. Mumbling whispers erupting throughout the crowd of church-goer’s gathered.

“Isn’t that woman just a bit too mature for Pastor Lee’s son?” A voice behind you whispers. Conversations sparking around faster. Pastor Lee awestruck at the podium, slack jawed similar to you and others questioning what Haechan is doing. Your mother scoffing eavesdropping in on everyone muffling their words.

“That is just disappointing. Such a promising young man, wasting his time with an old whore like that.” She lets out a sound in dismay. Never noticing how you hide your face behind the scripture for today's mass. If you muted everyone's speaking enough, sure enough, you’d be able to hear your heartbreaking this very moment. Blinking away hot tears threatening to pass over the rims of your eyes.

Your mother may have not noticed, but that didn’t mean the altar boys missed the way you sunk into your seat. Sadness taking over your features as Haechan relaxed in the pew across from you. Arm around this woman’s shoulders, large smirk displayed. Jeno and Mark gave you many warnings, too many. Your stubborn fault for not listening…always insisting to do things your way. Maybe this was how life worked? How could you have expected a guy like Haechan to want you for more than sex?

Your eyes lift to the ominous cross hung above the altar where you let Haechan commit sin with your body. This church becoming more like a place to drag your mind through hell than anything. Ah, but what was really the point in letting yourself get upset over this? He used you, like some brainless naive idiot you danced along to the pied pipers fiddle.

With a few rapid blinks you return to stare at the floor until this dragging mass ends. Catching Jeno’s gaze before you land on the dirty brown itchy carpet. His lips part open, surprised when your eyes lock on each other. The question passing through his mind all too obvious in his stare. A silent ‘are you ok?’ that you didn’t even deserve from him.. Forcing a smile, your eyes end on the floor, defeated. What if Jeno was the angel on your shoulder that you turned a muted ear to? Turning the volume up for the devil on your other side. Consequences, that’s what the bible was all about wasn’t it? Learning your lesson and living with the aftermath.

Eve bit into the apple of temptation, you were no different.

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“Father Lee insisted we provide fruit along with baked goods. Health is wealth!” Your mother slaps an apple in your palm. Turning to greet approaching bodies with a shining bright small. Like a wire hanger was propped in her mouth.

“Watermelon! My favorite!” Mark’s brows wiggle, picking up a plate of vibrant fruit. “The fruit of salvation. You know fruit represents, pleasures.. overindulgence, temptation.”

Mark holds up a slice of bright red watermelon. Pale light in the bible room dimming it’s flavorful beauty. Admiring it as if it’s the best thing in the world. He takes a large bite, avoiding seeds. Juice spilling down his chin, speaking between chews- “Can’t always agree with the bible I guess.”

“That’s shocking coming from you..” you look at the apple in hand. Thumb rubbing over a bruise developed on the red yellow coating.

“Nothings perfect right? Only God is perfect. Look at that apple, bruised but still serves a purpose. Sort of like us, we have our flaws but we’re doing our best.” Mark shrugs, devouring the rest of his watermelon.

“You’re pretty logical when you’re not quoting Samael 6:66 all the time.” You smile, earning the jaw drop from Mark as expected.

“Now that is just blasphemous, you little harlot!” Mark scoffs. Damn finger waving about in front of your nose. “Jesus said..”

“Save the quote, I’m not seeing the gates of heaven anytime soon.” You quietly interrupt Mark. Setting down the apple with the other fruits. Some more pristine then others, none perfect. How could perfection be defined anyway..

“I’m pretty sure my invitation to the sky above got revoked years ago.” Perfection spoke up. Jeno standing by, catching the tail end of your conversation. Hands shoved into the pockets of his tight black jeans. Form hugging black t-shirt tucked in. Defined trimmed waist leading down to sculpted long legs. Physique of a God if you’d ever seen one.

“Gods for sure not the only perfect being..” you mumble under your breath. Mark and Jeno’s eyes both lifting to you curiously. Smiling, shrugging off a response. “Well I’m sure you redeemed yourself with all that bible camp stuff. God loves shit like that.”

“Does he now?” Jeno’s arms cross over his chest. Forehead wrinkling in surprise. Mark muttering into another bite of fruit how you needed to stop cursing all the time.

“He doesn’t communicate with me, but I’d imagi-…” Haechan’s loud laughter cuts your speech off. Entering the room with that woman old enough to be his mother. Pulling them closer to the table filled with coffee, pastries, fruits. Shifting side to side anxiously as they near, stomach bubbling in.. embarrassment? Was it because Mark and Jeno knew?..or could at least assume very well.

“Aw nono, you already changed out of your cute little altar boy get up? Wanted to introduce my girl to my cute innocent little brother. Now you just look like hot topic threw up on you or something.” Haechan pokes at Jeno. Smirk plastered across his face. Jeno’s ‘fuck off’ reply coming in like garbled words.

My girl?! My girl? All of a fucking sudden? Hag. Haechan wasn’t even sparing you a glance. If he was trying to make it clear there was nothing between the two of you- he didn’t need to try much harder. Accepting the situation the best to your abilities or not wasn’t going to stop the rush of tears attempting to streak down your face. A quick spin had you racing out of the church, Jeno’s neck snapping catching sight of your back exiting.

“You’re such a dick Haechan.” Shoving past his older brother, Jeno pushes past a few bodies. Running out of church behind you.

“I didn’t watch the porn because there was a watermelon in it…BUT there was a watermelon in it…” Mark’s eyes lift expecting to see you and Jeno. Too engrossed in his favorite snack. Haechan staring at him dumb founded.

“This is exactly why I don’t believe in God.” Haechan’s head shakes, teeth clicking. Nudging the woman at his side to agree with him. “He’s my distant cousin. Emphasis on distant.”

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“Hey! Wait up!” Jeno catches up to you easily. Long legs sprinting out faster than you were moving. Hand wrapping around your arm, revealing your wet tear stained face with a turn. His face instantly falling, chest moving up and down returning to a regular breathing pace.

“It’s ok..” hands lift covering your face. You should be accustomed to this sensation of embarrassment by now. Hunching in, sobbing harder the more it settles in. Humiliating deeper because it wasn’t some secret you could live with. Jeno knew exactly how easily you walked into his brothers trap.

His hands shook, staying still in the air near your head. Internally resisting the immediate urge to comfort you. Arms dropping, hands flopping down by his sides. Lips pursing annoyed he couldn’t bring himself to even touch you. The fact was- you weren’t interested in him. You were another broken girl, crying at his feet over Haechan. Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, from watching you break down. From knowing why you were in such pain. Who knew either way, Jeno wasn’t going to admit it.

“I can.. take you home..”

His delicate rasp reaches your ears past muffled cries. Pouting, rubbing your palms across wet heated cheeks. Reminding yourself in the back of your mind how you probably looked like shit. The last way you’d prefer for Jeno to see you, not that it mattered.

“Don’t wanna go home..” you sigh into your hands, shoulders shaking trying to control yourself. “Dad’s home..”

Jeno looks around, eyes falling on his bike under a large tree. Shaded from the bright daytime sun. Mouth lifting to one side, he could take you to the diner? The book shop was closed on Sundays to prioritize mass.. or maybe..

“I got a place..” Jeno pulls your wrist. Sad face reveal causing another type of tight clench in his chest. “Come with me.”

Gently leading you toward his bike, unclasping the helmets attached along the back. The memory of riding attached to his back still drawing impure thoughts to your mind. No idea who you even were anymore. Riding around on the back of an attractive boys motorcycle. Losing your virginity in church of all places.

Arms circling around his flat stomach. Jeno smelled nice, clean and fresh. Nothing too strong, your nose tempted to dive in with a deep inhale. Opting to rest your chin on his broad upper back where it dipped down the middle. Not bothering to question where he was going to take you, grateful he even cared.

He cared.

“What is this place?” You cautiously stepped forward. Looking down the ledge of the cliff Jeno had brought you to. Setting the helmets back on the bar attached at the end of his bike.

“I guess I come here to get away.” He shrugs, moving to stand by your side. “Small town, not many places to go. It’s hard when you’ve lived here all your life, everyone thinks they know you..”

“Yea..” guilt gnaws away at your gut. You were no different from everyone else. Like your mother looking at Jeno with preconceived notions, judgement. “It’s hard when you’re the town pastor’s son, I can only imagine..”

“Pft.. cause he’s so innocent. Somehow brain washed everyone into forgetting he cheated, knocked up my mom while still married to Haechan’s..”

“Oh…” scuffing your boots nervously against dirt. Sparing glances Jeno’s way. Chiseled jaw having you ready to swoon like some sad teenager passing her crush in the hallway. Mind so far away distracted, screaming at yourself that Jeno’s trying to have a deep conversation with you. “I didn’t uh…know that about your dad.”

“He just lucked out my mom didn’t tell anyone about the church intern fresh out of high school that she filed divorce papers over..” Jeno says, removing his jacket. Holding it open for you with a questioning look. Your eyes widen, immediately caving in a moment of weakness. Allowing him to drape the material around your shoulders. Fresh scent engulfing your sense of smell.

“You’re really.. nice Jeno. Considering everything, I have to admit I expected you to be more like Haechan..” you express, pulling the jacket around yourself tighter.

“We aren’t that different, growing up together will do that. Someone has to be the scapegoat, unfortunately it’s always me. Typical younger sibling syndrome right?” Jeno rubs his exposed arm, muscle tank revealing bits of tattoo. You nod to his words, unable to picture Jeno and Haechan getting along like two loving brothers.

“Your tattoo… your dad doesn’t know about it right?” You inquire, returning to topic back to Jeno. Ready to forget his brothers existence, at least for the time being.

“Oh yea..he’d probably ship me off to Jerusalem, peace core or some shit.” Jeno laughs, pushing the loose cut off sleeve up. Further exposing the evil creature blaring into your vision.

“Why a demon?”

“Why not right? I lost my faith in religion when my dad kept coming up with new excuses for why his sins were forgiven. God isn’t real anyway.” Jeno finishes. Eyes narrowing, expecting a reaction from you.

“I think you’re right actually..” you nod, softly smiling. Awestruck eyes staring into yours, satisfied. “..I should probably get home. Didn’t even tell my mom I was leaving. She’s gonna be so pissed..”

“Ah yea..can’t have that. She’s pretty intense huh?” Jeno scratches his throat anxiously. The voice in the back of his mind yelling at him to do something now. “..I’ll take you home.”

You take languid drawn out steps together. Tension surging between your bodies like electric shocks. Jeno reaching for his helmet. Fingers hesitating to open the clasp.

“Can I ask you something?” he looks away, teeth digging at his bottom lip. Was that nerves?

“Of course” you promptly respond, bouncing on your toes.

“If Haechan..hadn’t.. I don’t know, gotten to you first..” Jeno cringes. Focusing his eyes on the ground. Ending his curiosity there, struggling with his hope that you’d ever like him.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow, moving in, closing the space between your bodies. Jeno’s eyes meet yours, giving away the intent behind his question. “..you..why are you asking? You don’t..”

“It’s nothing, forget it.” Jeno’s head shakes, realization hitting you. Guys like Jeno never gave you the time of day..

“Would you have?” Boldly your hand lands on his, pulling fingers away from the helmet. Still wearing his jacket, could you be more oblivious?

“I wanted to..” those words are all it takes. Pushing up on your toes, lips smashing on his. Fever like heat raising your confidence to go for it. Jeno’s been good to you- the cold demeanor a cover up for how painfully shy you make him.

Hands find your hips, pressing you against the seat of his bike. Ass digging into the warm leather, jacket falling from your shoulders. Jeno kissing you back needy, full of desperation, loud breaths passing through his nose. Finger nails scraping the material of your dress, gathering the fabric up. Skin rubbing on the sun kissed bike under you. He presses in, tongue flicking out, asking for permission to enter. Fisting the cotton shirt on his chest in a wrinkled mess. Mouth parting so fast, too fast. Wet tongues eagerly meeting, rolling against the roof of your mouth.

Jeno’s groans are hot, raspy and deep. Affecting you quickly, sinking back on the bike when his hips roll between your thighs. Hard on tenting angrily in tight jeans. Grinding against your soaking core.

“God I..” Jeno mumbles on your lips, lapping spit across your mouth. His own pouting out cutely, blood tinted lips shining in outdoor light. “I really…whoa..fuck..”

“Jeno..” your arms lift, wrapping around his neck. Bringing your bodies together impossibly close. Pained moan trapped in his throat, thrusting in anguish. Craving to bend you over on his bike, slap your ass and fuck you until you can’t even remember his brothers name.

Jeno’s thumb shoves between your wet mouth, tongue swirling around. Groaning louder with another crushing thrust. Cock screaming for release, working up a faster speed. Demanding movements bouncing you on the bike. Eyes falling shut sucking at his thumb, picturing the length prodding at your walls sitting heavy in your mouth instead. Both of you growing needier with each dry hump against each other. Calves finding Jeno’s hips, lifting yourself up writhing against the hard fabric of his worn jeans.

“You feel so good..fuck..” Jeno captures your upper lip, sucking harshly. Hips growing furious, thigh muscles flexing tightly. Dragging sweet panted moans out of you, thumb opening your mouth. Saliva drooling past both of your lips messily, chins coated in each other.

“Please..” you whimper, pleading. Unsure what you could be begging for. Jeno nods reassuringly, gripping the back of your neck. Hand falling from your mouth, finding space between your legs. Drenched underwear shoved aside, sliding long fingers up and down. Catching your wetness, palm covered, landing loudly on your mound. Jeno finding your clit, pressing down hard. Surprised scream releasing from your chest. Tongue covering your exposed neck, nipping at dips.

“Can I?” Jeno’s fingers prod your opening up entrance. Head nodding rapidly, eyes wide. Gliding past your convulsing walls. Groaned curses repeating from his lips, finding way deep inside of you. Slender pretty hands working you to a heightened pleasure. Jeno continuously licking around your jaw, catching parted lips in bites. Hard enough to leave you a swelling pained mess, lips pursing out asking for more.

He lets your neck go, face dropping, forehead hitting his shoulder. Tattoo coming to life so close up, licking the expanse inked skin. Jeno grits his teeth, whimpering with squeezed eyes. Hand squeezing your hip, fingers jabbing in and out. Thumb circling your clit with expertise, nothing innocent in his touches.

He squirms on your thigh, member begging to fuck you open. Resisting to need for himself, fully focused on getting you off. Enjoying the way your eyes roll, tongue hung out letting your mind succumb to his touches.

Your hips jump up, wriggling into the thrusts of his fingers. Reaching far deep within, hitting every delicious spot. Lips landing together in a bruising sloppy kiss, muffling strained moans. Jeno’s thumb pressing down just right on your clit, precise fingers hitting where you need him in repeated motions. Trembling around him, walls gripping tightly. Jeno’s motions slowing down, letting the climax high wash over you. Softly tracing kisses atop your burning cheeks, staggering down to your neck. Soft nips turning into hard bites, leaving marks of himself behind.

“I..” Jeno’s forehead rolls over yours, skin dragging against his. Nose nudging gently at you, nerves still clouding his sense. Hard breaths landing on your face, eyes finding yours, mind returning back to you. “I want.. I like you.. I need…..I want..to take you out, like…date out...”

You nod a bit too excited, nose hitting his. Jeno’s stressed words making you clench up around his fingers yet again. Another pained groan blended into a sigh sounding around you. “I want that so bad Jeno.. I really want you.”

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“What brings you in to confession today?”

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his spit.

“Separately Pastor!” You shriek out. Fingers stopping your lips, wondering if Pastor would recognize your voice. It’s not as if you spent time speaking to each other much..

“Well..” Pastor Lee’s throat clears, adjusting the collar tightening around his neck. “That’s..good to hear. Are you planning to wed one of these men?”

“Wed?! Like marry?” Your forehead creases, thinking it over. It was way too early to even consider such a thing. “I’m not pregnant pastor!”

“That’s…that’s good news my child.” Pastor audibly swallows. Sweat gathering at his hairline. “You..wish to know what the bible has to say about this?

“Am I going to hell if I choose to…have intercourse with both of them? I’ve only slept with one..”

“Only?” The pastor sounds flabbergasted. Gulping down another loud breath of air. “You won’t go to..hell over this. You need to repent for your mistakes none the less. God is good, and forgiving.”

“So, I’m not going to hell right?” Your frazzled tone sounds around the booth. Growing frustrated the longer he skirts around your questions.

“Yes my child, of course God does, but!-…”

“….God forgives all right? Like…God will love and forgive me even if I do happen to…somehow…you know..fornicate with uhm..” you chew on your thumb nail, catching yourself ready to say- ‘your sons’. “..siblings?”

Pastor Lee becomes frantic on the other side of the confessional booth. Fingers quickly turning through thin pages of his bible. Murmuring sounds of ‘uhm’ between, buying extra time to find an explainable excuse for why you absolutely should not do such a thing.

“Now my child.. yes God loves you, of course. I cannot say he would approve of you doing this! What about the brothers bond you could end up destroying?? That would be greed and lust! Those are sins child, sins!” Pastor Lee exasperates. Patting a handkerchief along his sweating forehead. Small towns hardly ever brought him confessions this extreme.

“Pastor, did you not have sex out of wedlock once too?.. more than once! With two different women! Does God approve of that?” You sit up straight. Hand slapping over your mouth after speedily replying. Shit, God probably didn’t care much for this conversation, that’s for damn sure..

“Child of God! now..” the pastor continues, avoiding your accusations. “Are you going to go through with this regardless of what excerpt from the bible I give you?”

“Yes father…I believe so..I really like this guy..” you timidly say. The thought that the pastor could have you in mind making your stomach turn.

“Well then..” with a heavy dissatisfied sigh, Pastor Lee continues. “Twenty hail Marys and Fifty our fathers should do it.”

“Fifty?!” your mouth falls open, disbelief stricken by the idea of sitting here for the next three hours repeating prayers.

“Make that seventy child. Ten for each seven deadly sin.”

You pause for a moment, hand on the door knob ready to exit. Mouth gaped considering asking what the bible says about losing your virginity in church. A minute of contemplation later, you decide it’s best to add another fifty hail Mary’s.

“Thank you so much Pastor Lee!”

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It felt a little scary, but fun, getting ready for your date with Jeno. Of course you still wanted to leave an impression, even with his confession.

Repeating it in your mind over and over again: A. Date. With. Jeno.

Holy fucking shit. What alternative universe had you stumbled into moving to live here. Maybe the best way to get over someone really was by getting under someone else…younger brother and all. God had to be real if this was how your love life was playing out.

Walking up to Jeno, he was a complete vision. Black messy hair pointing different directions, as if he just ruffled it and said ‘good enough’. Leather jacket all too tight over his defined rippling biceps, like a second skin. Silver chain necklaces shining under the sunset across the orange red sky behind him. Hoops adorning his ears making the sparkle in his eyes come to life. The large steel ball chain necklace catching your eye against his pale thick neck. Imagining him on top of you coated in a sheen of sweat. Cold chains dangling down on your skin..

“Isn’t this… your brothers car?!?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of sockets asking the question. Drawn out of the quick fantasy you’d almost drifted into. The cherry black trans am practically glowing behind Jeno.

“It is, isn’t it..” Jeno’s smile lifts into his eyes. Fingers waving around a set of keys mid-air. “Who do you think Haechan learned how to pick pocket from? Still no match to the king.”

Jeno unlocks the car, opening up the passenger door for you. Surprising you first with his tattoos.. now this. Maybe he wasn’t the innocent cute younger brother you’d perceived him as all this time.

The engine sounded alive, Jeno pulling out of your driveway. Better looking than any heart throb you’d see on some terrible basic cable teen drama. Arm reaching around the space between your bodies. Other stretched in front of him. Long fingers attached to pretty veins flexing around the spinning steering wheel. All he had to do was grab your thigh to set you bursting up in flames. Stealing subtle looks at him picturing the tattoo adorning his perfectly sculpted shoulder.

“Haechan doesn’t know you borrowed his car I’m guessing? Won’t he be mad?” You wonder out loud. Jeno’s smile spreading into his cheeks. Eyes squinting under the low sun coming through the windshield. Relaxed in the drivers seat making way down the empty road. Arm closest to you splaying out, fingers wrapping around your exposed leg. Shivers shooting up your heat from where his large palm covers the majority of your visible mid-thigh.

“That’s the plan.”

Final—>

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mae-gi-writes · 3 years

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Yūgen | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Yugen (n.) a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep, emotional response.

Requested by anon! In which Sunwoo, the ace of the volleyball team, is curious about what you’re drawing all the time. Until one day, he stumbles upon a drawing of himself made from yours truly.

Genre: fluff, volleyball player! Sunwoo and art student reader, shy love, softness, and inspired by haikyuu because I have been obssessed with the anime lately TT__TT A/N: It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve posted here! Slowly but surely, I’m going through my inbox and replying to your requests. Thank you for your patience, stay safe loves, ily all xx

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Sunwoo wasn't artistically inclined.

But that never stopped him from admiring those that were. He was always so curious as to how just a flick of fingers managed to create a shadow, or how just one glance at a subject made it through onto paper without so much as an effort to remember the details. It was like it was automatically recorded into one's brain, hands already registered to mimic the curves and the folds and the shadows that turned into nothing short of a miraculous piece. So when he caught sight of someone drawing, it always piqued his interest. He stumbled upon you one late afternoon after his volleyball practice, with sweat dotting his forehead and his training bag slung casually over his shoulder. He was about to direct his way to the parking lot upon exiting the gymnasium, only to spot a lone figure huddled upon the bleachers and curled into a ball that caused Sunwoo to frown. Slowly sidling up to the stranger in question and peeking over the railing to catch a glimpse of your face, his eyes are instantly driven to the sketchpad in your hands.

You didn't notice him though, so absorbed in your own world with earphones blocking out reality that a tsunami could've gone unnoticed. So Sunwoo took advantage to climb over onto the opposite bleacher and, after ensuring that your back wouldn't turn to greet him, leaned over the separation to catch sight of a lone figure cartwheeling freely over the page. Woah. You were talented alright. There was nothing else to describe the fluidity of movement you caught with your pencil. It made Sunwoo's breath catch in his throat. He had the sudden urge to know exactly what kind of face hid behind the visual mastery manifesting before his very eyes. After all, there must be other things for them to see rather than the boring literal reality that most people settled for. What kind of imageries were they creating in their heads? What beautiful stories were they crafting? Worlds they got lost in? You moved then, causing Sunwoo to jolt back and scurry away with his heart beating out of his chest, deciding that it was enough spying for the day. After that day, he made sure to seek you out every time after practice although he noticed you never strayed too long in the same place, always moving about like a shadow lingering in the corner, invisible yet omniscient. Sometimes you would find a quiet spot in a patch of sunlight by the tennis courts. Sometimes you'd be found on the bleachers, alert eyes observing every pass, every move, every twist of a body like camera taking everything in. Sunwoo never approached you. Not that he didn't want to, but he found it awkward to just come up to you and present himself as the guy who'd been stalking your drawings. So he admired you from afar instead, relished in the passion of your dark coffee coloured eyes and in the attentive focus dipping your eyebrows in a soft frown, lips paeted slightly in concentration. "Do you know her?" He'd asked one of his friends from the volleyball team once, during their lunch break as he saw you line up at the cafeteria. Changmin took a peek at your face before he shook his head, "she might be in one of my electives." "Which one?" "I think it's art." Sunwoo forced his face to remain in a mask of calmness as he grabbed a steak sandwich, no fries, "do you know her name?" "Nah. I don't think she's ever spoken in class," Changmin's eyebrows quirk up then, "why'd you ask?" "No reason." Changmin's pointed look defined anything but that. Although he did have the decency to drop the subject as soon as the rest of the volleyball team joined the table. Sunwoo got his answer a few days later when he practically toppled over you and your drawing crayons. It was his mistake. He'd been leaning too far out from the top of the basketball bleachers, struggling to get even the smidgest glimpse of what amazing piece of art hiding under your jacket sleeve, only for his foot to slip. Down he went with a curse, crashing straight into your body and quickly scrabbling to wrap his arms around your head, a pathetic attempt to cushion your fall as you fell into a heap in front of the bleachers. "You--you okay?" He huffed out, breathless and heart beating like a time bomb. Pulling his arms away slowly, gently, he finally met your gaze straight on and --oh my, your eyes were not coffee coloured at all. But more of a honey-brown, wide open and framed by soft lashes. Currently dilated in panic. "I'm fine! What--What about you? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry--" "No it was my fault," he made a grab for your sketchbook and scattered pens only for his orbs to register the face messily etched onto the paper. His breath caught. For a minute, he could do nothing but stare at the replica of his face made in charcoal. Those were his eyes, his slightly crooked nose. The scowl he wore during his soccer matches. That was him. The resemblance was akin to that of perfection. That was before your hands snatched away the sketchbook before you quickly slammed it closed, cheeks blazing red, "that's-- I swear I"m not a creep, I-- I just do that for practice--" "It's amazing." Your head-- which had been bowed this entire time for fear that anger would be his response -- shot up in surprise, "what?" "It's amazing," Sunwoo repeated. He wouldn't mind repeating it forever, he realized, if that meant he got to see that aforable blush of yours. He reached out with his hand, "can I look at it again?" So you allowed him after some slight hesitation, and if he noticed, he didn't comment. Fingers brushing against yours slightly, he handled the sketchbook with utmost care as he flipped through the pages with child-like awe. He'd seen your drawings, sure, but mere glimpses here and there, a sneak peek, always accompanied with the fear of being found. But now, he could take his time and actually relish in the soft tracings of your crayon, admire the gentle shadings that made up the tip of his nose. You had managed to capture that frown -- the one he used whenever he concentrated -- to perfection and for a minute he swore he'd fallen in love with himself. "You're really good," he murmured, though that definitely banalized the array of praises popping through his head, "you should keep doing them. I mean it." "So, you're not--" you paused, "mad?" "Well I think you'd have more reason to be mad if you knew I was stalking you from before." "What?" Oh Sunwoo, you idiot. Your eyes had tripled their size and you were looking at him like he'd just grown a second head. He lifted his hands as defence, "that sounded so much better in my head. I swear I'm not that creepy, or a stalker, I just--well you're always drawing and I got curious but I can't really come over and tell you to show me so I had to hide and peek and--" You burst out laughing in his face and despite the fact that he was the cause, he couldn't help joining in with a small chuckle, a grin spreading across his features at how alive you looked at this very moment. "You can ask me next time," your grin settled into a soft smile, "I don't bite." "Your words, not mine," he said, tone lighter and teasing. He helped you gather your belongings and as the pair of you started towards the school gates, he asked for your name. "Y/N," you answered, "and you?" "Sunwoo," he noticed the sky was darkening into purple, a sign that twilight was approaching. Usually, he'd be in a hurry to catch the last bus of the evening to avoid the pain of traffic after six. But it was like his body was slowing down on its own to join your pace, as if he was automatically tuning in to the rhythm of your steps. He found he didn't mind. "So why athletes? Any special reason why you like drawing them?" He asked as you reached the gates. "I just like watching the way they move. It's ...graceful," a hand went to rub the back of your neck, "and they come in handy for figure practice." "I mean, we're not that graceful when you're on the pitch ready to get blown away," he chuckled, "but thanks. At least we know we don't play like animals." "Oh god no. The volleyball team's pretty good. The rugby team on the other hand..." you sigh before you shake your head, "that team is nearly impossible to draw." His shoulders shook as he laughed, "well I don't think they aim for graceful. They look like a pack of wild dogs. Even I don't understand how they play." You had reached the said bus stop by then before you spotted your mother's car along the sidewalk, "oh, my mom's here," you turn to him, "where do you live? Maybe we can drop you--" Meeting your mom? On the first day of meeting you? Sunwoo's hands flew up, shaking them wildly in response, "oh no no, that's not necessary. I'll see you tomorrow!" Thank god for the bus that pulled up at the right time so that he didn't have to linger longer than he needed to. But he didn't miss the small wave of your hand as you watched him go, the smile on your face warming his heart even when it was one of the coldest winter days of the year. From that day onwards, Sunwoo made it a must to make his presence known whenever you were deep in your sketches, always observing, sometimes silently keeping you company and sometimes getting so wrapped up in conversation that your pens would lay forgotten by your bag as you bantered back and forth about subjects that would've made people throw you looks of concern. It became routine to have Sunwoo's head pop up from behind the bleachers or to see him walk up the path to your special hiding spot, right where your gaze would meet the tennis court. You sketched him more and more, folding your drawings into your bag so that he wouldn't see although the urge to catch his face on paper was a growing addiction you couldn't ignore. Even your friends had noticed his lingering presence, proceeding to prod you with questions reflecting their curiosity. "He's from the vòlleyball team isn't he?" Yeji asked one time during lunch, upon noticing the way the said young man's stare lingered over the back of your head before turning away just as quickly, "do you know him?" "We've spoken once or twice." "How do you know him?" Your other friend, Saeron, nudged you with a wriggle of her brows. You brushed her teasing away, "we bumped into each other and then he saw my drawings." "Oh right, you do sketch athletes," Yeji leaned forward, mouth full of bread, "did you sketch him?" "I did, actually." "Oh awkward," Saeron giggled, "he's handsome though, can't deny that. You gotta introduce us sometime." You mumbled out an agreement even though you sat with them just for the sake of having people around. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate them. You did. But they seemed to speak a language you couldn't quite grasp. You would rather sit in your own silence, enjoy your own company if that made sense. Maybe that was why it was so surprising, that you allowed Sunwoo to linger as long as he wanted to. There was something authentic about the way he reacted to your words, an unguarded expression that made you comfortable enough to speak up without fear of judgment. Spending time with Sunwoo was listening to water trickle down the river. Smooth and free. Peaceful. But Sunwoo seldom knew of your high regards, was not aware of the tiny sketch of his figure in mid-spike that was hidden in the pocket of your school skirt so that you could take a peek whenever you felt out of place or nervous. It calmed you down to admire his composure, even if his expression was a mere mimic that could not replace reality. "Do you have any material in particular that you like to use?" Sunwoo asked one cloudy afternoon, breaking the silence while huddling a little closer to peek at your newest sketch of Lee Juyeon; a basketball star player known for his quick reflexes and adept playing style. Not only was his skill on par with that of a Nationals team, but his looks had garnered him quite a fanbase from the get-go. Sunwoo would've liked to say that he wasn't jealous of the way your thumb gently applied shade to Juyeon's lower lip. But the spike in the middle of his chest proved him otherwise. "I like charcoal the most, it's the easiest to work with," pausing to admire your work, your eyes glanced over at him, "do you draw?" He scoffed, "like a five year old." "Wanna try?" "No way. I'll ruin it. I'm okay with admiring it from afar." You hummed an unknown tune as you pulled back your sketchbook, "how is practice?" "Alright. Could be better. We won a practice match last week so we're kind of taking it easy." "That's good though isn't it?" Your gaze met his. His eyes were various gradients of warm maroon and you wished-- at this very moment -- to paint his features into memory. That was when you realized how close you were. You shuffled slightly back and didn't notice the frown Sunwoo threw you in response, "it is. And I'm happy we get to rest. The team deserves it." "You're pursuing it in College?" Your eyes tried not to linger too much over his lips, "volleyball, I mean." "Depends," he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, "if we make it to the Nationals." "You will." "Someone's confident," he chuckled. "Well I'm no pro but even I can tell you're talented, Sunwoo," you peeked at him from behind your fringe, glad that you could blame the cold for your red cheeks when just the intensity and closeness of his entity made you want to squirm, "so if there's anyone who can do it, it's you." It was impossible to keep eye contact after such a confession. You lowered your gaze, glad for your sketchbook that acted as a distraction. It was at that very moment that the paper tucked so neatly in your pocket slipped out, causing Sunwoo to quickly make a grab for it. You made a noise of protest before trying to snatch it back, but the boy only chuckled before unfolding the creased page so that there he was, depicted in all his glory. "Is that--" his voice was hoarse and you took this as your chance to steal it from his grasp, reddened cheeks burning and fingers shaking as you folded it back to its tiny square shape, "is that me?" "Y--yes." "You--you keep that with you?" "I--I do," you lifted your chin up defiantly, though you felt your limbs trembling. His eyes, they pierced your own, piecing together a coherence that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. When he spoke next, his words were a mere murmur. "Why?" "I--I don't know," eyes darting towards the ground, you mumbled, "I just like watching you...play." A pause. Then, Sunwoo shifted a little bit closer. "You like watching me play? Or do you like," he cocked his head, "watching me?" If you were red before then you were probably the colour of a fire engine truck by now. Averting your eyes and turning your head away were instinctive responses due to the blood rushing through your face. "Stop flirting with me," came your mumble. Laughing softly in response, he scooted himself a little closer, so close that his shoulder brushed your back. He leaned over, head tilted to catch your expression. "Cute," his lips broke out in a crooked grin and you swore you felt your heart explode. Flustered, you shoved him away out of instinct but he wasn't having any of that. His hand grabbed your wrists and with a yelp, you were dragged even closer to his chest. "You like looking at me that much huh?" His tone was teasing while his eyes glimmered with playful mischief, "why is that,Y/N?" "You ask as if you don't know," you mumbled out through jumbled words and you were glad he actually understood you. But instead of laughing some more, his features softened into a smile instead as he proceeded to gaze down at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. It was in your normal behaviour to admire people. Not the other way around. And at this very moment, you felt way out of your comfort zone. "I don't know." Your orbs flew up to his in surprise and what you found in those coffee-coloured pupils made your breath stutter, heat coiling through your abdomen. "It...it calms me down," your whisper was barely louder than a breath but by the way Sunwoo's smile widens to reach his eyes, you could tell he heard you just fine. "I like watching you too," he replied. A strand of your hair caught in the wind and he raised his hand to curl it around the back of your ear, his touch ghosting with sparks wherever flesh bumped into flesh. You felt warm. He didn't pull away. Didn't bother hiding the slight dust of pink in his cheeks either, as he slowly allowed his palm to cradle the side of your face. Gently. As if he feared you might run away, recoil back. But you didn't. Even with your breaths going staccato, even if your heart felt like a wild animal. You calmed yourself down with the knowledge that he seemed just as nervous as you were and suddenly, out of a stroke of boldness, your hand went up to hold on to his, pressing it close to your cheek. His breath hitched. You shivered. The wind blew against your figures, a gentle reminder that the day was coming to an end. You weren't exactly sure what changed that day. There were no verbal agreements, nothing that suggested your relationship had changed. Yet, the subtle touches of his hand against your back, your shoulders, moving your hair from one shoulder to another, complemented by his gentle doe-eyed stare that made your toes curl, these changes were small, but significant. And you couldn't find it in your heart to say that you disliked it. What are we? The words lingered at the tip of your tongue, as bitter as the aftertaste of coffee as you stole small glances in his direction. You were sitting comfortably under a tree that overlooked the tennis court where Sunwoo had decided to join you. He'd fallen asleep halfway through your beginning sketch and was now leaning against the tree trunk, face relaxed and body leaned towards yours, close enough that you could admire his face. Countless hours you had spent tracing Sunwoo's features on paper. Countless times you had imagined tracing his lips with your thumb, wondered whether they were as soft as they looked. Maybe it was just curiosity or maybe you had let him walk into your heart so easily that you hadn't realized it yourself. But if there was one thing you could swear your heart upon it would be that you could no longer imagine every day without Sunwoo's presence at your side. As if on instinct, your fingers took a life of their own as they reached up to push a few strands away from his face. They gently carved a path down his cheek, landing at the corner of his jaw. Dangerously close to his open mouth. There was no denying it. Sunwoo was beautiful. Handsome. Had those features on par to that of a model's. You were so focused on edging your way to touch his lower lip that you didn't realize you had been staring, until you glanced up to see his brown orbs fixated on yours. You froze. Shit. "Like what you see?" He murmured. Then, before you could scramble back and probably run with your tail between your legs, his own hand grasped your own and he pushed himself off the trunk before his head angled towards yours, finding your lips. Soft. Sunwoo's lips were soft. You panicked. Not used to the closeness. The fire that sparked between your lids. But his other hand went to clasp your jaw, holding you close as he kissed your next protest away and unconsciously brushing his thumb against your cheek. Shivering in his touch, there was no running away from the way his mouth molded against yours so snugly, and you didn’t want to. You found yourself addicted to the sweet pressure of his upper lip meeting your lower ones and soon enough -- without realizing -- you melted into his touch.

Sunwoo made a noise that sounded like a soft grunt, his other hand lacing around your waist to pull you closer so that you tumbled halfway into his lap. With embarrassment suddenly flooding through you, you let out a squeak that he answered with a chuckle of his own before distracting you once more with a series of kisses that left you gasping.

Your hands, initially balled into fists in your lap, went to rest against his chest and you didn’t realize that you were gripping onto his school shirt until you parted for air. Only were you aware of your compromising position, of the hard ridges of the young man’s thighs, of the firmness of his chest against your palms, of the way he seemed to be so much bigger than you even though he was a lean athlete, meant to be light and as speedy as the wind.

Breaths coming out ragged, you tried to slow the beating of your heart. Though it seemed to be quite the challenge, given how lovingly, how intense, Sunwoo seemed to be in making love to your neck, nibbling on your pulse point and causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips.

A whistle blew in the distance.

The soccer team. They’d be crawling up the hill any minute now.

“Sunwoo,” you breathed out, eyes hazy with mixed feelings of desire and embarrassment. You feebly tried pushing against his chest, to no avail. He merely groaned, head tilting upwards to catch your mouth into another kiss.

“Sunwoo,” you groaned against his lips. But he held on for dear life, one hand clasping the back of your neck, tangled into your locks. The other around your waist, pressing you as close as he could possibly get you to be.

“Just one more,” he mumbled in-between kisses, hooded eyes fluttering closed and head slanting to kiss you a little deeper, a little harder.

Your body was on fire. You weren’t used to this intimacy, nor all of the affection he was raining down upon you.

But it felt good. It felt amazing. Eye-opening.

He finally relented after what seemed like an eternity and you quickly made a move to scramble out of his lap. Though he wasn’t having any of that, grip made of iron as he held on. You looked up to snap at him to let go before everyone saw but was faced with his pout instead, which was enough to bring down your defences.

“Please,” his pout deepened and your heart practically vaulted through your chest. Cute. Cute. Cute. Stop. Burying his face into your neck, he whispered, “I just wanna hold you.”

So he did. And thank god the team had decided to take a different route so that you would avoid their imploring, questioning gazes. Though Sunwoo admitted that he’d already known they would go up from the other side of the gymnasium, considering they did that every other week to train their stamina in the process.

That earned him a light smack on the side of his head, making him whine, “What did I do to deserve this Y/N?”

“You knew!” You wanted to throw him a glare, but it was impossible when you were busy fighting the grin spreading across your face.

He grinned back at you, that crooked smile that always resulted in a burst of butterflies roaring through your abdomen. Just like now.

“So, since you have a drawing of me that you keep staring at every day--” his words died into laughter when you tried smacking his arm, proceeding to cage your wrist with his hand before kissing your knuckles. You squirmed as he continued, “does that mean I can get a picture of you?”

You let out a noise of protest, “that depends,” you mumbled, unconsciously finding refuge in his neck.

Chuckling, Sunwoo grasped your chin lightly to pull you back so that his brown orbs gazed right into yours with a gentleness that had you weak at the knees, “on what?”

“On what I get in return.”

“What if I say I’ll take you on a date?” he said wickedly.

You couldn’t help your smile.

“I guess that could work.”

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If I was your partner...I'd want to catch you after a long, long day of misfortune forced you to go without breakfast, or lunch, and you've missed your usual dinnertime by at least a couple hours. You finally get home with your empty belly rumbling VERY audibly; pressing your arm against your tummy as you close the door behind you does nothing to silence the furious growls. You'd collapse on the couch next to me and quickly start trying to soothe your starving tummy with rubs, softly whimpering as your belly clenches tighter and tighter...so I'd pull in you up to sit on my lap and rest my hands on yours. I'd love to just feel the intense churning grumbles and powerful starved roars against our hands, as well as hear them, before even considering feeding you~

After a while, I'd start teasing you about how hungry you'd have to be by then, occasionally squeezing and poking your whining tummy to draw out harsher rumbles and make you moan and plead for me to make something to eat, or at least some kind of snack, but for a while I would just play with your empty belly, kneading in circles to make it more active...make it clench and twist harder. I'd see just how long you could last before I finally get up and make something for you...and even then once you started eating I would keep rubbing and "massaging" your guts, causing the cacophony to grow even louder and more insistent; begging for more despite how quickly you'd be stuffing your face.

"...You finally get home with your empty belly rumbling VERY audibly; pressing your arm against your tummy as you close the door behind you does nothing to silence the furious growls..."

I step into our home quietly, trying not to make too much noise and disturb anything. Also, I'm kind of embarrassed about my tummy. Skipping one meal, maybe two...yeah, must've been busy...but all three mealtimes? Only an idiot would let themselves get this hungry. Though...to be honest...after lunchtime came and went I kind of saw this as something I wanted. The gnawing ache started to tickle my kinky side just a little. I wanted this. I wanted to see how long I could endure...to see how long I could let myself enjoy the active squirming and clenching of my guts.

Trying to focus on work was next to impossible as I my attention was constantly tugged toward the state of my hollow guts with each and every cramp and growl. I nearly caved on the way home. The bus stop is next to a burger joint and I could smell the heavenly scent of salt and grease in the air...but the bus was just pulling into my stop as I neared and I didn't want to wait however long for the next one...so home without food it was. The ride back was excruciating. The scents from the burger joint had stimulated my appetite and my tummy was snarling and growling throughout the whole ride. The cramps were cranked up to eleven with the newly awoken appetite and it hurt a lot. Thank heavens the other passengers all had their headphones in. I set my bag on my lap and was squeezing my empty tummy the whole way, trying to calm it out of fear that it would embarrass me in public. I couldn't help but let out a few soft moans because it hurt so much.

I'm kind of apprehensive about letting you in on the state of my starving tummy. Like a dog with a toy or something, a part of me wants to keep this gnawing feeling to myself to enjoy. An audible growl triggered by my arm pressing into my stomach as I bend over to set my bag down foils that though. There's no way you didn't hear that.

I'm in the hallway that has our front door on one end and the couch you're perched on at the other--literally two sides of an echo chamber. You'd have to be completely deaf not to hear that grumble and we both know you're keenly attuned to even the subtlest noises from my tummy. Also, you were expecting my starving state. You knew I skipped out on breakfast because my alarm failed to wake me in time to catch breakfast and my bus to work. I texted you after having missed lunch by a matter of hours, sharing a bit about the state of my neglected innards...and you had promised to have dinner waiting whenever I managed to come home.

"...You'd collapse on the couch next to me and quickly start trying to soothe your starving tummy with rubs, softly whimpering as your belly clenches tighter and tighter..."

"Babe? Y-you said in the text that you'd have dinner ready...ouch...w-when are we e-eating? Ugh…ow…m-my tummy really hurts…’m so hungry…"

"...so I'd pull in you up to sit on my lap and rest my hands on yours. I'd love to just feel the intense churning grumbles and powerful starved roars against our hands..."

"Y-you w-wanna--you wanna get into *that*? Now? Ugh...fine...b-but I really need to eat some time tonight. My tummy *really* hurts; I'm not going to be able to sleep like this. Babe? Are you listening to me?"

Clearly, you're not. You are completely transfixed on my tummy. Your hands have taken over on my stomach, somehow having pushed mine aside to lay directly over my achingly empty tummy. Your palms press into my midriff, jostling my digestive organs and stimulating my appetite just as the fast-food joint had done. I didn't think it was possible, but what you've done actually hurts more than the smell of food did at the bus stop. It was a gradual clenching and the growls sort of built up slowly and naturally on the bus. Under your undulating ministrations the cramps are forced into a head faster than they'd form on their own. Premature growls and grumbles are being squeezed into resounding throughout my hollow innards. Your palms create a cacophony of growls all over my guts--interrupting each other, flowing and crashing into each other. Dear gosh it hurts. My guts feel like they are liquifying. It feels like my gastric acids have burned through every which way in the hunt for sustenance and your palms are causing the burning mess to spread. Clearly, you’re an agent of hunger and want it to succeed in devouring my innards.

"Aaahh...OUCH! N-Not there...ugh...ow...t-that hurts...d-don't p-oke...ow...i-it's really t-tight there...y-yeah...i-it's cramping there...n-NO! D-don't squeeze it! Please...it...HURTS!"

My protests fall on deaf ears--what a time for you to choose to be selectively deaf, acutely aware of every noise from my guts but your brain not really caring to register a word out of my mouth. It's fine. We have safe-words. One word and all of this stops and you'll bring out the dinner you're hiding from me.

"Ugh...fine. We can play for a little while--but I'm watching the 11'o clock news. There was an incident on the transit lines and I want to know what it was that caused me to hug my grumbling tummy for an extra forty minutes on the way home as the bus took a HUGE detour."

"...After a while, I'd start teasing you about how hungry you'd have to be by then, occasionally squeezing and poking your whining tummy to draw out harsher rumbles and make you moan..."

"Shh...babe, I'm try'na watch the news—Yeah, I know I’m hungry. You know it. I know it. Shut up. It's ON!"

Your fingers push into a hunger pang reaching its climax and I swear its retaliation for shushing you as rudely as I am. I can’t help it. I’m irritable. The hunger pangs are intensifying. I like my news. I like to be informed and I have a personal stake in the news story on right now. It’s hard to focus when my tummy is straining in a cramp and it’s impossible to hear the guy on the T.V. when your “massage” is causing the growls to grow in intensity, duration, and volume. Of course you have the remote too.

"Ugh...really, babe? Now? Welp, that was the story I wanted to listen to."

I’d love to stay upset at you, but my stomach lets out a long, impassioned groan and my throat soon joins it as I moan around a building cramp, curling over your hand pressed into my belly. I forget my foiled news as my entire world shrinks to the sensation reverberating in my abdomen. Hollow is an understatement. I feel like a large hole has opened inside of me and everything is being pulled into it. You grin and press your hand deeper, intensifying the hunger pang.

"...I would just play with your empty belly, kneading in circles to make it more active...make it clench and twist harder. I'd see just how long you could last..."

In my head I’m thinking that I want to draw the line at midnight or something. I want to go to bed at a reasonable hour—after all, I’ve still got a full shift tomorrow too. I can’t seem to focus on the thought long enough to voice it though. You mentioned something about wanting to see how long I can stick this out for. I haven’t eaten in more than twenty-four hours. You know that. I’d love to shove that fact in your face but the way you say it in that teasing, seductive way of yours makes me see this as a challenge. On top of it all, it’s been a stressful week. We haven’t seen much of each other and both of us are starved for tummy-kink because we haven’t had a chance to indulge in far too long.

“Ergh…b-babe…y-you’re making it worse. I-It hurts.”

You know exactly what you’re doing and you revel in it as I squirm in your lap, trying to force your hand to leave some of the more tender areas of my stomach alone. We’ve done this enough times for you to know which areas of my digestive system are especially sensitive in whatever state I am in. You know exactly where to put your hands and where to push and squeeze to over-stimulate my stomach. You know exactly what buttons to push to get me to the peak of the hunger pangs and to prolong that moment and freeze my tummy in the most painful part of it all…before letting it go and causing a very audible grumble.

The rumbles from my stomach aren’t just audible, but totally palpable too. With the frequency of the growls you’ve managed to inflict I honestly feel like I swallowed a vibrator or something and it is now going to town in my guts. You feel every vibration and every cramp under your palm.

“…I finally get up and make something for you...and even then once you started eating I would keep rubbing and "massaging" your guts, causing the cacophony to grow even louder and more insistent; begging for more despite how quickly you'd be stuffing your face.”

We’ve done this long enough for you to know what I am thinking. You know I have a full shift tomorrow and you know I’m exhausted. As much as we’d both love to continue our fun, it’s so late that it is early now and if I don’t get to bed in an hour or two I’m going to be tackling a full shift with next to no sleep.

We eat on the couch with me sitting between your legs. We’re lounging across the couch so I’m actually reclined against your front. Your hands are still on my tummy as I eat. Occasionally, you grip my hand that holds the utensil and bring it to my lips, impatient that I’m taking so long to eat. I’m worried about a couple of things: too much and too fast.

I was starving, so I basically inhaled the first half of my plate. I slowed down for the second because my stomach was flipping at the sudden influx of food. There’s a dull ache in my stomach that’s the telltale sign of a bad night of indigestion for me. You only started this utensil-pushing when I started in on the second half at a noticeably slower pace than the first.

My stomach is still audible, but for a very different reason. I’m not full (yet), but if I manage to finish the whole plate I will be. I wonder if my stomach capacity shrank after more than twenty-four hours without food. My tummy feels really packed now and there is still food on the plate.

“Ugh…babe…slow down. M-my tummy’s starting to hurt…y-yeah…i-it was hurting before too…b-but now…ugh…I-I don’t want to get sick. I don’t want to have an upset tummy…I-I just…I just want to sleep tonight…”

Your “massage” churns up my stomach contents. It both upsets things and soothes at the same time. It’s an odd feeling. I feel like a laundry machine or something with how active your hands have made my guts. I can feel everything swirling around inside me and it’s slightly nauseating.

Eventually, we head to bed, me lugging my almost-stuffed tummy as though I’m hoisting a bowling ball. I let out a sharp belch as I flop onto the bed, the movement jostling my guts enough to make me moan. There’s too much pressure in my tummy. I lie back and rub at it with lethargic movements. You’re not here, likely getting ready for bed.

I feel the bed dip announcing your arrival. The movement disrupts the swirling churning in my guts and I let out a moan around a wet belch as my stomach burbles in warning.

“G’night.” You call out, intending on going straight to sleep. My hand snaps out and I grip your wrist, startling you. There’s silence as I gasp around a pocket of gas that seems to be struggling to pick an end of my esophagus. As it passes, I glare at you. My burbling stomach is the only noise in the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“Oh no—you’re not getting of that easy.” I gesture to my slightly distended stomach. “I can’t sleep like this. It. Hurts. You caused this. You’re going to fix it. I’m exhausted. I went from achingly empty to basically nauseatingly stuffed thanks to you. I’m going to sleep and I do not want to wake up to an upset tummy tomorrow morning—so *you’re* going to stay up and fix this.” I bring your hand to my grumbling belly.

You grin. So many possibilities. You could refuse and let me suffer all night. You could have some more fun with my stomach at the other extreme and keep us both up. You could do as I ask, but where’s the fun in that? Maybe I’ll end up sleeping through my alarm again…or you’ll just go ahead and shut it off/alter it so that we can repeat all of this again tomorrow…’cuz damn if that wasn’t fun.

#AT Asks #hunger kink #tummy kink #tummy ache #slight stuffing #belly rubs

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Not a total frickin’ idiot

For the request: R x Daphne Kluger. R being a part of the original Heist Crew and also being the one Daphne approaches. They’re super flirty w/ each other and everyone knows that they like each other except themselves.

Summary: You thought you had gone unnoticed at the Met, but Miss Kluger never forgets a face.

Characters: Daphne Kluger x fem!reader, the Ocean’s team

Word Count: 1,657

Warnings: swearing!? Do i still have to put a warning for that? idk

If you had learned anything about diva actress Daphne Kluger from Rose, it was that you don’t speak unless spoken to first.

And considering she didn’t talk to you at all during the heist, you were able to get around the entire night never uttering a single word to her, fulfilling your role on the team without any kind of hiccup.

So you were quite surprised when she had slid into your booth at your favourite coffee shop, giant sunglasses and a fashionable sunhat masking her face. You looked up from your phone and were about to comment about your booth being taken until you recognized her.

Your mouth hung open a little bit as she took off the hat and glasses. Her lips were painted a deep red and her outfit was impeccable, as always.

“Say..” she immediately said, pearly whites nearly blinding you as she smiled, “you were at the Met, weren't you?”

“I- I’m sorry?” you began. “I don’t know-”

“Oh my god! You totally were! You were wearing that adorable dress. Gosh, you looked so good.”

You were blushing hard, because in a matter of barely a minute, Daphne Kluger, gorgeous movie star, had called you adorable and good-looking all in the same sentence.

“I was there too- well, obviously you know that,” she chuckled, “and I was wearing that beautiful diamond necklace, don’t you remember? It was all over the news. Especially when I supposedly lost it.”

“O-oh? Right, y-yes I remember reading about it in the news..”

“And you know.. I couldn’t help but wonder how weird my designer was acting all night. And that lady in the black from the staff, who found my necklace? You’d almost think they were acting.”

You were almost as pale as a sheet at this point, gripping your cup in shaking fingers.

“And you know what’s funny? I saw you talking to both of them during the night. I mean, how couldn’t I notice? You looked so gorgeous, almost like you were asking me to see you.”

You gulped, “I do not know what you’re talking about, Miss Kluger-”

“Just call me Daphne,” she leaned forward, lips spread in a feline smile, elbows resting on the table and propping her head up on her hands.

“Y/N, right? I asked for your name from the guest list, I hope you don’t mind. They let me in on those sorts of things anyways.”

“That’s me,” you replied.

“Do you know Debbie Ocean? Of course you do, you two also seemed pretty close all night, hm? You’re lucky I was the only one who noticed.”

“What?”

“I’ve been approached by an investigator who seems really interested in her because the uh, necklace turned out to be a fake.”

You tried to pretend to be surprised at the news, but you couldn’t muster it, and Daphne looked at you knowingly.

“Luckily, I didn’t tell him any of your names, because I wasn’t sure if I was right. But you just confirmed all my suspicions anyways, so..”

“Are you threatening me?” you narrowed your eyes at her, and she gasped in mock offence.

“Of course not!” she leaned forward, giving you ample view of her cleavage, hand trailing over yours,

“I’m seducing you, Y/N.”

You didn’t know what to say as she looked at you with those deep, telling eyes. Her own eyes flickered appreciatively over your features, and you wondered if she was checking you out or if she was simply acting.

A small group of fans approached the table, chittering and blushing at the sight of Daphne Kluger in a meagre coffee shop such as this one. She smiled amicably, accepting their compliments and giving them autographs, before saying,

“You’re all so sweet, but do you think you’d be able to let my girlfriend and I have some privacy for the rest of our date? Thaanks,” she waved as the fans rushed off, gasping and gossiping amongst themselves at the prospect of the Daphne Kluger having a girlfriend.

“Girlfriend?” you asked once you found your voice again. She only grinned and winked at you.

“Oh, don’t be like that baby. Now, are you gonna tell me about the necklace, or what?” she sipped your drink and your mouth went dry.

“Chilly,” Daphne remarked at the glances given by the rest of the group, “what about, ‘Hi Daph, welcome to the team. Let’s not all high five at once.’”

You chewed your lip, bounced your leg, avoided her gaze altogether, and tried very hard not to look at how good she looked in her black dress. You were sitting across from the couch where she had plopped down, hunched in the metal framed chair.

“Why’d y’let her get to you, Y/N. I told you not to draw attention to yourself!” Rose said to you, after you and Debbie had explained how Daphne had found you, recognized you and called out the plan. You, being the newbie in the ways of criminality, could barely think of a cover up and ended up bringing her to Debbie with a spluttering confession.

“She didn’t,” Daphne’s eyes were locked on yours, “I just noticed her myself.”

You blushed a little and looked away. Debbie looked at you apologetically, knowing you felt put on the spot.

“Plus,” Daphne continued, “I am the one who is saving your asses from insurance fraud, okay?”

The team burst into shock, responses flying left and right.

“I-I was gonna get to that,” you said hastily, eyeing Debbie, who stepped in,

“It seems that they’ve assigned an insurance investigator-”

“Who’s about to look up your asses with a flashlight,” Daphne pointed out.

“Who?”

"Oh, this little Columbo dude, everything but the trench coat, totally on to you.”

“His name is John Frasier,” Debbie said.

"Wha- you know him?” Amita spluttered in disbelief.

“Yes, he busted my father twice, my brother once.”

“He’s family,” Lou added.

“Lest we forget, this entire enterprise was to keep me out of jail,” Rose interrupted, worry etched on her face.

“No one is going to jail,” Lou assured her.

“We expected this, we prepared for this,” said Debbie. Not many of the team seemed to believe her, with Nineball adding,

“Yup... that’s clear.”

“We will not be the prime suspect,” Debbie said sternly.

"Then who will be?”

“Well,” you added, “we’ve got the security guys, the busboys-”

“...The shady guy who put you away,” Tammy sighed, arching an eyebrow at Debbie, who could barely contain the smirk on her face. Daphne stared at her incredulously,

“..the boyfriend.”

"Mhm,” Debbie replied, “they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

Lou nodded in approval, adding a faint, “that’s nice.”

"Thanks.”

“Wow... that is amazing,” Daphne grinned, chewing her gum in delight, “the precision, right? It’s always the attention to detail and the little grace notes that really make something sing.”

A short silence followed. Glances were cast between the rest of you, wondering what on earth had gotten into Daphne’s head.

“...Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, clearly dumbfounded by this multi-millionaire actress dropping into their party. Daphne stilled for a moment, her eyes flickering to you for a second before saying,

“I.. don’t have that many close female friendships. Plus bookclubs are the worst, so I just thought y’know... could be something fun to share?”

“You’re becoming a criminal because you’re lonely?”

“...Who isn’t sometimes, right?”

"Are you an only child?” you asked her. Her silence told you enough.

The team seemed to accept at that point that Daph was there to stay, so they went about their usual business.

“Beer?” Lou offered you, which you immediately said yes to, feeling a little woozy after that whole experience.

Tammy went to the kitchen and opened another pizza box, and you went to grab a slice for yourself before calculating your next move carefully, hoping your brain wouldn’t short circuit as you grabbed another slice and headed to where Daphne was sitting by herself.

You sat next to her, very very awkwardly, and offered her the paper plate.

“Aw, thanks,” she smiled, cheering up a little, “you know you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Be nice to me because you feel bad for me. Look, I’m sorry I cornered you the other day. I didn’t mean to seem desperate or whatever.”

“You- you didn’t seem desperate,” you frowned, “and I don’t feel bad for you. Whatever gave you that idea?”

She looked at you with a mouthful of pizza, and made an exasperated gesture to your whole surroundings, indicating the events that had just occurred. She also didn’t want you to know how she had been dying for your attention the minute she had seen you at the Met.

“Oh, well, I mean, I think your reasoning was perfectly justified,” you cocked your head at her and smiled. Then you lifted your pizza and said,

“to crime!”

The rest of the group cheered and replied with the same phrase, lifting their beers or pizza with glee. Daphne blushed at the exclamation.

“Now you,” you said, nodding encouragingly.

“What?”

“Do it! If you’re gonna be a part of the Ocean’s team, you gotta get with the rituals.”

“Rituals?” Daphne scoffed. But then she saw your dopey smile and sparkling eyes, and her insides melted. She delicately lifted the pizza and said,

“to crime!”

You laughed and sipped your beer.

“Ten bucks says they’re dating by next week,” Nineball said in the kitchen, peering into the fridge.

“I say by the weekend,” Constance offered.

“Idiots,” Rose shook her head. “If tonight is gonna keep up like this, I say by the morning.”

They eyed you and Daphne chatting away on the couch, completely forgetting about everyone else.

“Not so lonely anymore I guess,” Tammy smiled.

“Told you, crime’s good for many things,” Debbie nudged her and smiled at Lou, who rolled her eyes playfully.

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