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the-cult-of-russo · 1 year

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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 4)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: As always, thank you to everyone reading this and coming on this journey with me.

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You watched carefully as Billy tried to hotwire the car to no avail. It wasn’t the first one he’d tried, you’d lost count somewhere between car four and five. After he’d calmed down slightly, he’d announced you’d both be taking one of these cars back to his camp. His rationale was that there were so many, that one of them had to work. Only a bunch of them now looked like swiss cheese and the others just didn’t run after being sat here for so long. Every single one he tried had been a failure and you were starting to get anxious. He was in a terrible mood, not that you blamed him, but he hadn’t uttered a word to you after he’d told you his plan. The only thing coming out of his mouth was curse words directed at the cars every time it didn’t work. Sometimes he’d even hit the car as if he thought that might help, but you knew this was your fault and it was prickling at you. The idea of him being mad at you because of what you cost the camp felt like a heavy stone settling in your stomach and you just wanted to leave. You’d been here hours now working on the cars and you needed to get back before it got dark. On the way here you’d driven through a neighborhood so you knew you could camp out there to wait out the night, the journey being considerably longer on foot than in a car. You didn’t know how to broach it to him though without the possibility of him blowing up on you. He was well within his rights to leave you here but you were further than you’d been out here and you weren’t sure you’d know your way back on your own. But as he lay on the front seat with his long legs dangling out of the open car door, once again cursing as the car wouldn't start, your eyes anxiously darted to the sky you knew would be getting dark soon before back to him.

“Billy… we should just leave on foot,” you murmured, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. He shot you a dirty look before trying once again with a car.

“I’m serious, I don’t wanna be stuck out on the highway at night,” you added, worry lacing your tone. It was bad enough being so out in the open if the dead came but you’d already had a run-in with the living and you didn’t want a repeat performance if they came back. You’d hoped it would be a long time since you had to deal with hostiles again but you knew you’d asked for too much. You could only hope they had just been passing through. He heaved a large drawn-out sigh and you prepared yourself for an earful. Instead though, he sat up, wiping a weary hand over his face as he rolled his shoulder.

“Fine, let’s go,” he muttered, climbing out of the car and slamming the door shut roughly, making you wince. You grabbed the duffel from the floor that you hadn’t put in the van before it was taken. All that was in it so far were the comics but you wondered if there would be anything in the house you’d camp out at. Neighborhoods could be deadly but this one seemed silent with no sign of the dead or the living. Clearing out one house if needed wouldn't be too bad.

You followed him as he walked, not quite in step with him as you were feeling far too on edge by his silence.

“We should go by those houses we passed on the way here, camp there for the night,” you suggested gently, eyeing him as you did. All you got was a stiff nod and you gripped the duffel bag tighter. The tense silence felt like it was suffocating you as you walked and when you were almost at the houses, you couldn't take it anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, a deep frown on your face. Billy didn’t stop walking but he turned to look at you, a confused look on his face.

“What for?” he asked, sounding oblivious and your frown only deepened.

“This was my fault. If you didn’t bring me here to cheer me up, the van and all of your supplies wouldn't have been stolen,” you lamented. Billy’s dark eyes roamed your face quickly for a minute and you couldn't read his expression.

“Did you steal the van?” he asked pointedly.

“Well, no but-” you started, getting cut off by him.

“Then stop feelin’ guilty for shit that ain’t your fault,” his tone was bitingly final, his raised brow punctuating the sentiment. Part of you wanted to argue, to tell him it was your fault, that you were the start of the chain of events that led it to happen but you kept your mouth shut. Surprisingly, he wasn’t mad at you and you weren’t about to convince him to be, so you decided it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. You fell into step with him then as you both walked, feeling a little less tense at the idea of having to stay the night with him since he wasn’t pissed at you. When you finally got to the houses, it had started to get a little dark and Billy stopped, you stopping next to him as you looked around. The street was mostly silent, a few roamers lurking further down but they wouldn’t be a problem. You looked up at Billy as his dark eyes assessed the houses and you wondered what was going through his head, what exactly he was looking for as he picked one. But then he was off again and you followed him to a blue house. He banged on the door much like he had the time you went to the hunting store but no noise greeted you, so he pushed open the door. Despite it starting to get dark outside, it wasn’t dark enough to blanket the inside of the house in complete darkness and your eyes swept around the place as you both walked in and shut the door. You strained your ears to see if you heard anything. Any shuffling, banging or groaning, but you heard nothing.

“I’ll check upstairs, you check down here,” Billy muttered and you nodded at him before he started making his way upstairs. The house didn’t smell like death which you were grateful for. One of the houses you’d been to with your old group a while back had the stench of death so ingrained into it that you didn’t think it would ever leave. The family there had been decomposing in the master bedroom. The dad had killed his three kids and his wife before turning the gun on himself, seemingly thinking he was saving them all from a worse fate. Maybe he had.

You looked around, your knife at the ready with every door you opened but nothing popped out and tried to bite you so you relaxed a little. You were just making your way back into the living area when Billy came downstairs.

“All clear,” he stated.

“Same here,” you nodded, moving to flop onto the sofa and give your weary feet a rest. You watched him as he grabbed a small trash can from the corner of the room and brought it to the middle near the coffee table. He then went over to the little bookcase along the wall, looking at the books for a long moment before selecting one. He didn’t choose it to read though, instead, he opened the book and started ripping out the pages, throwing them into the trash can. When he was satisfied, he took a lighter out of his jeans pocket and set a page on fire before tossing that into the trash can also, making a small fire. You were grateful for the warmth as it started to get colder as the darkness got worse. He moved over to a large cupboard then and pushed it in front of the front door, no doubt to stop anyone coming in. He then went into the back of the house and you heard scraping on the floor and you presumed he was doing the same with the back door. You’d offer to help him but you didn’t want to get in his way, especially when you still felt sheepish over him losing his van. When he came back in, he was carrying a saucepan, grill rack, a tin of tomato soup, two bowls and two spoons.

“There’s food?” you asked hopefully and he gave you a smile with a nod.

“Yeah. Not too much but it’s better than nothin’,” he said as he put the rack over the trash can and then put the saucepan on it. You didn’t exactly have your own backpack with you, not packing for a trip overnight. You had no food on you for either of you and you hoped there would be enough to take back too, that maybe it would soften the blow of all you’d lost. He emptied the soup into the saucepan before sitting on the floor near the fire. It didn't take too long to warm up the soup but he still had to keep stopping to put more pages of the book in the fire since it burned so quickly. But before long, he was handing you a warm bowl of soup.

“Thanks,” you murmured sincerely, wasting no time in digging right in. It felt so odd now to eat out of a bowl and with a spoon, felt so foreign. Even just having warm soup for once was a pure delight that felt so far removed from all you knew.

When you were done, you set the bowl on your lap for a moment as you enjoyed the feeling of being full with something warm for once. But now with the warm food and the fire, you started feeling a little hot. You shimmied out of your jacket, tossing it next to you on the sofa before rearranging your scarf out of habit.

“You wear that thing ‘cause you're cold or ‘cause of the scar?” he asked bluntly, dark eyes watching you.

“What?” you squeaked out, body tensing at his words.

“I’m just sayin’... I get it if you wear it ‘cause it reminds you of bad shit, probably doesn't make you feel good. But if that’s why you’re wearin’ it then you’re thinkin’ about it all wrong,” he shrugged, going back to eating his soup.

“And how should I be thinking about it?” you asked pointedly, drawing his eyes to you again. He licked his lower lip and tilted his head at you.

“Those assholes tried to kill you, slit your goddamn throat and somehow, you survived and here you are and now they're dead. You got outta there alive. You should wear that thing like a badge of honor. It shows how strong you are, that you're a fighter, a survivor. It shows anyone that sees it that you're not weak,” he insisted firmly, eyes never wavering from you. You looked away quickly, toying with the spoon for a moment. He wasn’t wrong. It wasn't like you got to see it often but just knowing it was there would make you feel sick. You’d wear your scarf even when no one was around as if you could pretend none of it had ever happened. Because when you remembered, you got flashes of what they’d done and how scared you’d been, helpless. You didn’t like it. But you’d never thought about it the way Billy just explained it and you weren’t sure how to feel about it. The whole topic felt very heavy and far too deep and you weren't here looking to get attached to anyone. That was a fast track for one of you to die and you didn't want Billy to die. You cleared your throat before setting your bowl on the coffee table.

“I’m gonna see what shit they have upstairs. They might have some clothes we can take,” you murmured awkwardly, not missing the look of disappointment cross his face at you not acknowledging his words. You stood up and walked up the stairs trying not to feel too guilty about it.

You started in the master bedroom and found a suitcase in the bottom of the closet. You got to work filling it up with clothes. You weren’t sure if there would be stuff to fit everyone but you did your best, folding things up carefully so you could get as much in as possible. Even things like t-shirts or long-sleeve tees would be good for winter if you layered them. Once you cleared out anything usable, you went into the kids’ room. The pictures on the wall and the two beds in the room made it seem like they were twins, a boy and a girl. Once again, you had no idea if anything would fit but you put stuff into the suitcase anyway hoping they could make use of it. On your way out of the bedroom, your eyes were drawn to the nightstand where an iPod lay. You picked it up and turned it on, fully expecting it not to work. To your surprise, it turned on. A smile broke out on your face and you got the urge to listen to it but you stopped yourself and turned it back off, slipping it into the suitcase. You’d let the kids have it, give them some sunshine in their very dark world. It wouldn't last forever obviously but you hoped it would at least make them smile.

The suitcase was getting heavy but you made your way into the bathroom, setting the suitcase down on the floor before opening the cupboards and rummaging around. You found some pain pills, nothing major but maybe they’d come in handy and you put them in the suitcase too. You noticed some body wash and shampoo on the side of the bath and while they weren’t really essential, they were still hard to come by. You knew the creek ran behind these houses and you wondered if Billy would be okay with you cleaning up a little before you head out the next day. You knew you needed it, maybe he’d want to too. You put them in the suitcase too, leaving them at the top where you could easily get to them if you ended up needing them the next day. When you were done, you glanced into the mirror feeling confused about who was looking back at you. The end of the world wasn’t kind to anyone and you’d definitely lost weight out here with so many days you’d gone without food. You looked tired beyond belief, rings around your eyes. You blinked at yourself for a long moment before you carefully unwrapped the scarf from around your neck and forced yourself to look at the jagged skin there. It looked a lot better than the last time you’d seen it but it was still glaringly obvious. You felt that wave of nausea but you blew out a long breath and forced your eyes not to look away. You tried to remember Billy’s words, that this was something to be proud of. A badge of honor. This was physical proof that you’d made it out of there that day and Frank and Billy had taken care of your problem for you. As you tried to take his words to heart, it got a little easier to look at it. You kept repeating in your head that you were a survivor and you looked down at the scarf in your hands before you folded it up and put it into your jacket pocket. You weren’t sure when you’d feel the deep need to hide it come back but for now, you’d see how this went.

“Find anythin’ good?” Billy’s voice startled you and you whipped around, a hand over your chest.

“Jesus Christ, you need to wear a bell or something,” you huffed, feeling your heart beat against your hand rapidly.

“Thought I wasn’t stealthy?” he asked amused, raising a brow at you and you gave him a look. You noticed then how his eyes darted to the scar on your throat and your body tensed a little. He didn’t look repulsed or disgusted though and instead, you noticed how his lips curled into a small smile seemingly happy that while you hadn’t acknowledged his words, you’d clearly listened to him. You were grateful that he didn’t comment on it though, you’d feel far too awkward for that.

“So, what d'you get?” he asked as he glanced down at the suitcase.

“Some clothes, not much but it's better than nothing,” you smirked, echoing his earlier words and he chuckled.

“I found an iPod too for the kids, and some pain pills,” you added and he smiled.

“That’s good. More than what we came here with,” he murmured, looking pleased and it made you happy. He grabbed the suitcase with ease from the floor before he left the room and you followed him. When you both got downstairs, he set the suitcase by the door before sitting in the armchair and you sat on the sofa again.

“You should get some rest,” he murmured as you sunk into the soft cushions.

“What about you?” you asked, raising a brow at him. He also looked pretty tired.

“I’m gonna take watch,” he explained and you rolled your eyes.

“You need sleep too, Billy. You take first shift and wake me up, then you can get some rest,” you said, giving him a firm look before he could argue. He snorted but nodded.

“Alright,” he acquiesced and you felt a little better. You didn't need someone watching over you sleeping like you were some princess, you were more than capable of taking watch just like anyone else. You pulled your boots off before laying down on the sofa, facing away because it was weird to sleep facing him. You hadn’t slept around anyone else in what felt like forever and it was a strange feeling to do so again. You were so exhausted that it didn’t take long for you to drift off, feeling the safety of having someone else there with you and the warm fire going.

When you woke up, it took your brain a moment to figure out your surroundings as your eyes adjusted, but once you came to your senses, the first thing you were very aware of was that it was now light outside. You sat up, glancing around and seeing Billy nowhere. Hearing some movement in the kitchen, you got up, padding over to the kitchen door and peeping inside. Billy was filling up the duffel bag you’d brought with you with what little food was in the cupboards.

“What happened to waking me up for watch?” you asked as you rubbed your eyes tiredly. You’d admit it was the best sleep in a while. He shot you a wry smirk before continuing to stuff things in the bag.

“You looked peaceful,” he shrugged and you narrowed your eyes at him even though he couldn't see.

“Billy-” you started, a chastising tone to your voice but he cut you off.

“It’s fine, I got some sleep too. We were pretty safe, didn’t see the need in wakin’ you,” he explained, zipping up the bag and turning to you. Your eyes scanned his face for a moment and he did seem a little more well rested than the day before. You decided to drop it.

“I was hoping before we left that I could go by the creek to wash up. I found some body wash and stuff last night,” you mused. It wasn’t like you really needed his permission, you were a big girl and could do what you wanted. But you’d cost him his van and supplies and you didn’t want him to just leave you behind if he just wanted to hurry up and get back.

“Sounds like a good idea, I think I’ll wash up too,” he nodded, flashing you a smile before he walked back into the living area. You followed him, watching as he went upstairs, and you grabbed the shampoo and body wash and also a clean change of clothes you’d found. You weren’t too fussed with finding things for yourself, you had a couple of things back at your treehouse. You’d been more concerned with making up for what you’d lost them. You did grab one change of clothes though simply because you needed them and you knew you’d need things to layer once it got colder. You grabbed a pair of dark gray jeans, a black long sleeve tee and a red plaid shirt to go over it. You’d also packed some underwear for everyone. While in the old world, wearing someone else's under garments would have horrified you, beggars couldn't be choosers here. They had been in the chest of drawers clean and it would give you an opportunity to wash your own in the creek as well as your current outfit. Billy came down then and you noticed he’d brought down a few large fluffy towels from the bathroom and it made you smile. There were a lot of things you took for granted in your old life that were precious luxuries now. Billy handed you a towel and you took it gratefully, bundling all your items together as he rummaged through the suitcase for some clothes too. You watched as he picked black jeans, a white tee and a dark red sweater.

You both headed out the back door of the house and went out the back gate that was directly behind the creek.

“Alright, you go first, I’ll keep watch,” he instructed and it was already something you’d anticipated. You’d been about to say the same thing to him. The both of you being naked and vulnerable was the quickest way for things to go south if a threat appeared, whether that was living or dead.

“Are you gonna turn around?” you asked with a raised brow as he just looked at you. A devilish smirk curled his lips as he tilted his head.

“You really gonna deprive me like that? You know how long it’s been since I seen a naked woman?” he asked, amused. The wry grin tugging at your lips really took the wind right out of the ‘firm’ look you were giving him and his eyes danced with mischief as you gestured with your finger to turn around. He rolled his eyes playfully but complied.

“If you take a peek, I’ll have to return the favor,” you murmured as you started stripping off.

“You say that like I got somethin’ to be ashamed of,” he laughed and you snorted at him. It wasn’t like you were too bothered with nudity these days, modesty had no place in the new world. There had been plenty of times where your old camp mates had seen you naked at some point or another out of necessity to get clean, the only person you point blank refused to with was your brother because that was just fucking weird. But something about Billy seeing you naked made your whole body flush. Once naked, you took your dirty clothes, shampoo and body wash over to the creek and got to work. You tried to be quick, not liking being so vulnerable like this and also not wanting to take up too much time so Billy also got a turn. You washed yourself and enjoyed how amazing it felt to be grime free and smell so good, even if the water was super cold. In the rare moments you’d been able to wash up at the creek that ran down the forest, you’d not been able to use products to do so. With your body and hair washed, you got to work quickly washing your clothes before you got out, squeezing out as much water as you could before wrapping the towel around you. You lay your clothes out on a large rock, not that it would do much good to dry them since it wasn’t really warm, but it would be better than nothing until you got inside. You took the towel from your body, giving you hair a rough towel dry before drying yourself. This was also something you didn’t get to do often and nothing sucked more than having to put clothes back on while you were still wet so you made sure to dry yourself completely. You were just stepping into your panties when Billy’s voice broke the silence.

“Nice ass,” he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice. Your head whipped over your shoulder but he wasn't looking at you and you squinted. You couldn't tell if he peeped or not.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not, so now I’m gonna have to look at your ass. I hope you’re happy,” you sighed dramatically. He did turn then but thankfully your panties were now on and while the rest of you was still bare, your body was facing the other way, your head the only thing facing him.

“Don’t sound so hard done to, sweetheart. I think you’ll like the view,” he smirked and you couldn't help the inelegant snort that left your lips as his confidence.

“You flirt with every strange girl you meet, Billy?” you asked him teasingly as you turned back around and grabbed your bra. It was a size too small and not great and you’d often considered forgoing one altogether. But you felt like most of your body heat seemed to come from your breasts like some personal body heater and the bra added an extra layer of insulation. Without it, if your boobs got cold, the rest of you would soon follow and you’d have no chance.

“Only the pretty ones,” he replied smoothly and you could hear his smirk even if you couldn't see it, you felt your cheeks burn hot. You shimmied into your new jeans and then slipped the tee over your head and then the shirt, buttoning most of the buttons but leaving the top few undone.

When you turned around, he was still looking at you with a sly smirk on his face and you had no idea if he’d been watching you the entire time you got dressed. You couldn't even be mad at him with the boyish look he was giving you and you rolled your eyes, scooping your knife and thigh sheath from the floor where you’d left it.

“Your turn,” you snorted, moving over to where he was. With one last smirk, he walked over to the creek and you heard him shuffling around and getting out of his clothes.

“Thought you were gonna look at my ass,” he remarked wryly and you smiled to yourself. You were quickly realising he was a cheeky little fucker.

“I am, but I didn’t say when. Gotta keep you on your toes,” you replied playfully and he chuckled at you. When the sound of clothes rustling stopped, you waited a beat before glancing over your shoulder. He was walking over to the creek and you got a good eyeful of his ass, and what an ass he had.

“Nice ass,” you smirked, making him look over at you with a laugh. He didn’t look embarrassed at the least, only amused and a little cocky as he shrugged with a grin. You shook your head before turning away again and letting him get on with his task. You kept watch vigilantly, making sure to be aware of any threats that might pop up. Billy was counting on you here to have his back with him so vulnerable and exposed and he’d done the same for you. You stayed that way until he walked over to you fully dressed and clean.

“God, I missed bein’ clean,” he sighed, rubbing at his hair with his towel.

“Tell me about it. I always dream of finding some kick ass cabin in the woods that has a rigged up water system or something,” you snorted, making him smile. You’d love something like that. You knew it was possible but you’d have no idea where to start to make something like that yourself. You both grabbed your items and brought them back into the house, bundling the wet clothes into the towels and putting them in the suitcase. You’d lay yours out to dry once you got back, you didn’t have time to sit there waiting. After making sure you had everything, you both set off to make your journey back home. Billy had insisted on carrying the suitcase since it was ridiculously heavy, even at your insistence that you were fine and you’d been the one to pack it so full, so you wound up with the duffel which to be honest, was still pretty heavy. You’d shared dry cereal as you walked, passing the box back and forth between you both as you made small talk. He’d told you a bit about growing up in foster care and you’d told him about your family and brother. Before long, you recognised where you were as you weaved through the woods to his camp. Your body clock had a pretty good gauge on morning, afternoon, evening and night and it was telling you it was somewhere in the afternoon.

“Are they gonna be worried about you?” you asked as the thought occurred to you. Billy had essentially vanished the morning before and hadn't come back.

“Probably,” he answered simply and you nodded. It made you feel a little uncomfortable, the idea of his people running around like headless chickens wondering where he’d gone. This whole thing had been because of you, because Billy wanted to cheer you up. You didn’t want them all panicking that he was gone, but that was exactly the scene you came back to. Not everyone was there but those that were seemed panicked as they rushed about. Karen was the first to see you both and relief seemed to hit her like a train before she barreled over and tackled Billy into a hug.

“Oh my god! Where have you been?! We’ve been worried sick about you! Frank, Curt and Micro have been out looking since last night!” she rambled, squeezing him tightly. He smiled lightly and rubbed her back before she moved away.

“Got caught up, some shit went down. I’ll tell you when Frank gets back,” he murmured and she nodded. Her eyes drifted to you then and she smiled brightly at you.

“You’re both okay though?” she asked, looking from you to Billy.

“Yeah, we’re good,” he smiled, tapping her on the arm.

“I’ll walkie Frank and let him know,” Matt smiled, grabbing a walkie from near a sleeping bag.

“Raven, come in, this is Red Devil,” Matt said into the walkie and you looked over curiously at the weird names.

“Go ahead,” Frank’s voice came through the walkie and he sounded stressed.

“Blackbird’s here, just got back…” Matt explained before he glanced over to you even though you knew he couldn't see you. “Artemis is with him,” Matt added and your lips curled in amusement as you turned to Karen who was closest to you.

“Artemis?” you asked with a snort and she smiled.

“We all have code names, we thought you needed one too. Billy was the one who picked it,” she grinned and you turned your eyes to Billy then who smirked at you.

“Artemis? Really?” you asked and he shrugged.

“Come on, Goddess of the hunt? You even got a bow and everything,” he grinned ruefully and you shook your head with a smile. It was a bit of a compliment if you were honest.

“They’re on their way back,” Matt informed you, you’d missed whatever Frank’s reply had been since you’d been talking to Billy and Karen. You felt anxious then knowing he wouldn't be too happy to learn his van and the supplies in said van were now gone. You had the urge to say your goodbyes now but you couldn't do that to Billy and leave him to deliver the bad news on his own like that. With Billy back, the others in the camp seemed a lot calmer as they all settled around the fire.

“Oh, before I forget!” Karen rushed over to a bag on the floor rifling though it for a moment before rushing back over and holding out a walkie to you.

“This is for you. It’s already set to our channel so if you have it on, you might hear us communicating if we’re not with each other and stuff. But if you ever need us, feel free. Not all of us have them on all the time but at least one person does so you should be able to get through if you need anything,” she smiled. You blinked at it for a moment before you took it, grasping tightly in your hand.

“I uh… thank you,” you murmured, a shy smile on your lips. It was an incredibly kind gesture and one they didn’t need to extend to an outsider. It said a lot about how much they trusted you, giving you a direct line to listen in to their conversations like that. It did make you feel a little safer though, knowing if you were ever in a bind, you could reach out if you needed to. You waited around a little bit feeling nerves and guilt twist at your stomach. You’d had to fight the instinct to gravitate towards Billy who was chatting to Sarah near the tent and you just leaned against a tree as you waited for the others to come back. It didn’t take them too long.

“Jesus fuck, Bill! Where’ve you been, man?” Frank asked harshly, an accusing tone to his voice that was in conflict to his very concerned face. He made a beeline for the man and grabbed in in a hug that reminded you of when Billy had turned up after thinking his camp would all be dead. When he pulled away, he gave Billy a look.

"I got some bad news, Frankie,” he chuckled sheepishly, rolling his shoulder. He looked like a child about to be told off.

“What is it?” Frank asked seriously.

“I went out to the highway, took Y/N with me,” Billy started.

“I thought we were going out there in a few days,” Foggy frowned in confusion and it only made you feel worse. If the group had gone out there and not just you and Billy they might have had a fighting chance to keep their van if the assholes still showed up to take it.

“I know, but you know me,” Billy smirked and Frank scoffed.

“Impulsive is your middle name,” he muttered with a wry smile. You wondered why Billy didn’t rat you out about why he’d taken you there. He made it seem like he was the reason for all of this and he’d just taken you along for the ride.

“Well we went out there, I got a bunch of gas, Y/N found a bunch of clothes and shit, good for the winter. But then these assholes in a truck pull up, start rainin’ bullets down on us. And I’m takin’ heavy fire power here, rapid gunfire and shit. We were outnumbered and outgunned. Next thing we know, they’re takin’ off in our van. Took it with all the shit inside,” Billy frowned, a dark look passing on his face, you remembered how mad he’d been when it happened, how you thought he’d been mad at you.

“I’m really sorry, Frank,” you frowned and he turned to look at you.

“You’re kiddin’, right? I mean, yeah it sucks we lost our shit but you two are safe and that’s all that matters,” he said sincerely, looking at you like that should have been obvious.

“We had to walk back, camped out in a house overnight. Y/N found some shit at the house though so we brought it back,” Billy explained as he gestured to the duffel and suitcase on the floor.

“What did you get?” Sarah smiled warmly as she glanced from Billy to you.

“Clothes mostly, just tried to fit in as much as I could. Billy found some food too,” you shrugged.

“She got some shit for the kids too,” Billy grinned, unzipping the duffel bag. The comics were only in his hand for a second before Zach snatched them up.

“Awesome!” he beamed, running off to the tent with them.

“Zachary!” Sarah chided, her mouth agape as Micro snorted.

“Thanks!” Zach yelled before he was in the tent and you smiled to yourself.

“What’s this?” Leo asked curiously, grabbing the iPod out of the suitcase. It was obvious by her face that she knew what it was, just not who it was for.

“I found it in one of the bedrooms, thought you guys might like it. It still has some charge left,” you smiled. Her eyes widened, a face splitting grin taking over as she jumped up. She shocked you when she wrapped her arms around you for a very brief hug before she pulled away.

“Thank you!” she grinned widely, popping the earbuds in right away before moving to sit under a tree. You felt yourself smile, happy they liked what you’d gotten them. This life was hard enough but you couldn't imagine going through this as a kid.

“Thank you,” Sarah murmured, sincerity coating her voice as she squeezed your arm. You nodded, smiling shyly and not feeling all too comfortable with all the focus on you.

You were thankful when Billy took the suitcase over near the fire and pretty much everyone started looking through it, pulling things out and claiming them. Frank and Karen were still standing near the tree as they spoke softly among themselves and you walked over.

“I’m gonna head out,” you said with a sheepish smile. It always felt weird to announce you were leaving like this, it made you feel awkward. Before Frank or Karen had a chance to reply, another voice came from behind you.

“You were gonna leave without sayin’ goodbye?” Billy asked with a teasing tone, moving to stand next to you.

“I’m hurt, thought we bonded and shit. Even saw each other’s asses and everythin’,” he huffed playfully, pouting a little. You almost choked on the air you were breathing as Frank barked out a laugh and Karen’s eyes widened.

“You what?” she asked with a laugh.

“I knew it!” Foggy exclaimed from near the fire, pointing at you and you felt your face heat up.

“I wasn’t gonna leave without a goodbye,” you muttered with an eye roll and a smile, willing your face to calm itself with how flushed you felt.

“Mhm, sure,” Billy scoffed, his slight smile betraying his offended tone.

“It was good seein’ you again, Y/N,” Frank smiled kindly and you smiled back. It seemed like that was his go to parting words for you and you wondered if he felt as awkward as you did with these goodbyes.

“Karen give you the walkie?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah,” you said, holding it up in your hand.

“Alright, don’t be afraid to use it,” he said firmly, giving you a look.

“And you still need to come around for dinner sometime,” Karen reminded you with a grin.

“I will,” you snorted, making her smile before she glanced at Billy and then tugged on Frank’s arm to lead him to the fire with the others, leaving you with just Billy.

“I’d offer to walk you back but we seem to have the unfortunate habit of windin’ up in trouble when we’re alone together,” he smirked in amusement and you snorted.

“Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something,” you grinned.

“Maybe it is, but I like a little danger so not too sure what message it’s tryin’ to send me,” he shot you a toothy grin and you smiled.

“Stay safe, alright?” he added, raising his brows at you.

“I’ll try my best,” you murmured wryly and he nodded, moving over to the duffel on the floor. You hadn’t noticed but he’d put the towel and your wet clothes in there and you saw before he zipped it that he’d also left some of the food items in there for you and it made you smile.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

“Anytime. And remember what Frank said, you need anythin’, you use the walkie,” his face was a little more serious then and you nodded.

“Do I need to use the codenames?” you asked teasingly and his grin was back then.

“Obviously,” he snorted and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“I don’t even know them, except for yours, Frank's and Matt’s,” you shrugged and he moved away, looking through a backpack you were sure was Karen’s since it was near her sleeping bag. He grabbed a notebook out of it and a pen and started scribbling something on it. You waited patiently until he tore the page out and sauntered back over to you.

“Better get memorizin’ ‘em. I’ll be givin’ you a quiz in a few days,” he smirked playfully and you took the paper, noticing he’s scribbled everyone's names and codenames down.

“Yes, sir,” you muttered impishly and he raised his brow, a slow sly smirk spreading on his face that made you feel almost weak at the knees.

“I’m leaving,” you huffed with a snort, making him laugh as you turned on your heel and left.

When you got back to your treehouse, the first thing you did was bury the rabbit from the day before. It was still there and the last thing you wanted was to draw the dead to where you were sleeping. After that, you climbed up and pulled the ladder up. You clipped the walkie to your backpack before opening the duffel bag and setting your wet clothes over the hole of the window to dry, then you sat down and grabbed a tin of peaches, using your pocket knife to open it. You glanced at the paper Billy had given you, reading over the list.

Billy - Blackbird

Frank - Raven

Curtis - Pirate

Karen - Swan

Matt - Red Devil

Foggy - Badger

Micro - Spook

Sarah - Mama Bear

Leo - Lion

Zach - Hawk

You smiled to yourself as you read it before putting it into the front pocket of your backpack and devouring the peaches. You settled leaning against the wall and sighed, your head falling back onto the wood with a thud. It suddenly felt far too silent in your little treehouse all alone.

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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a fellow reip i see 👀 can i rq having ur first date and first kiss with rei? thank u sm!💜💜💜

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 | rei sakuma x reader

[an]: congrats, you just know my favorite shit to eat up and it’s your request/srs. YES I AM A REIP BCUZ I JUST LOVE HIM SM?!;!;₱:!;!/₱: HE’S LIKE SO FUCKING PRETTY AND I’M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM LIKE I CAN WRITE A WHOLE ESSAY DEDICATING MY HEART TO HIM. alright, i’m saying too much but sorry if this took a while, precious! tysm for requesting! <33

summary: if you prayed enough, you hoped that everything goes well on your first date with the leader of undead, the so-called ‘vampire’ of the group.

pairing: rei sakuma x g/n!reader!

genre: fluff!

12:37pm

never had you ever felt so nervous in your entire life when stepping upon the foot of the day you were born…

maybe it was just the way people from crowds would look over to you and take a glance from your figure just standing on the side. you looked nice, very formal in fact that you had caught some strangers’ attention. though, you weren’t here for them. you were waiting for a certain someone to arrive this day.

surprisingly, as much as you’d wanna slap yourself awake even if you knew clearly you weren’t dreaming—an idol asked you out on a date. you had no idea how you ended becoming a nobody in middle school to an idol from a famous unit asking you out with just the two of you. not to mention the unit’s leader and one of the main attractions of the group.

rei sakuma of undead has told you that he had been liking you for so long ever since you stepped in and become a producer for his unit, to make it fair everyone in the unit knew his obvious crush for you and had been desperately telling him to ask you out already for those fuzzy puppy love to be over. koga had to tell you some hints yet he wasn’t sure if you get it.

although, to also make it extra understandable…you too fell for rei. not only was that asshole good looking and talented in mostly everything, you were the first person he came out to from his true self. not rei sakuma from everyday idol practice—who bugs about being a vampire in a human world, but…rei. the one who’s showing his true colors. you don’t know why…but with that color showing you knew for sure you were in love with him. the angels sang when his feelings were mutual.

it was a lovely confession. just the two of you in the undead rehearsal room when he said those three words. ‘i love you.’ your expression was stuck between flustered or stunned. the light that illuminated from the window’s curtains shone on your e/c colored eyes and rei’s deep red pupils. you two were close to pressing your lips to one another, if weren’t for the twins barging inside of the room looking all excited. the atmosphere was cut, however rei whispered if you’d go on a date with him tomorrow since…it was his day off from daily idol practice and duties.

so, here you are…all tidied up and looks fixed. you didn’t really give much care to your looks before…that was until you worked with rei and his unit. he made you feel like you were someone special, and you took that thought to heart a bit. as adults, children, and even elderly walked pass by the sidewalk, all you did was check your phone and the time—you made sure you looked alright at the reflection of the screen, and continued to wait. the area was almost crowded with citizens, you were deciding to whether keep waiting there or just text rei that you’d wait somewhere else since the place was close to being packed. you looked very anxious in the flood of people, looking at your phone every second when someone walks by.

the stares somehow made you uncomfortable every time they head to your direction. it always did. but, you had to get used to them as you are undead’s producer and interviews are a high chance of happening to you. last check on the time, it was now 12:58pm. you arrived here at around 12:30–and your chest was beating fast. what if rei wasn’t really going to come? what if he was playing some kind of joke on you? a dare from the other members? or probably even the twins? you weren’t sure of what to think anymore. you hated how you’re easily pla—

“behind you.”

the voice that came from your back got you jumping from surprise. a startled expression on engulfs over your face as your hand was calmly placed on your beating heart. you can hear him chuckle, “sorry if i came a little late. did you wait long?” was the first thing he asked upon now fully looking at you. rei, this bastard coming out of nowhere like always. although he did gave you a fright, you weren’t gonna lie that he looked too good looking for somebody wearing casual clothing, including on a first date. a black coat, covering his purple, rock labeled t-shirt from the inside, paired with jet black pants and some expensive looking shoes. he was wearing a necklace you had never seen before. a cross, this dork. you weren’t sure how much he can keep the old vampire act if he keeps acting the opposite. on his wrists was a watch, and the handmade bracelet you gave him last week after a concert. a small gift for him, is what you like to call it.

the male gave you a toothy grin as your eyes locked onto his figure, observing his attire and looks. and with that grin plastered on you knew exactly what was going on over his head. “stare as much as you’d like, little darling.”

“huh..? i-i wasn’t staring…! you scared me…!” is what you replied, “but i didn’t wait long so i’m fine…”

was the heat from your cheeks visible? you prayed to god they weren’t…or else it’ll add up to rei’s endless teasing. and you did not wanna look like a burning mess throughout your first date. as a soft laugh escapes from the male, he meets your eyes and at that mere second…you just couldn’t help but look away. jesus, this was embarrassing. do you look alright? sure, not like you checked yourself on the phone camera like 10 times already. made sure to brush every bed hair down? yeah, you were doing just great.

nonetheless with all the panic you had within yourself earlier you probably looked like an idiot.

“you look gorgeous.” was what you heard in front. you couldn’t help but cup both of your cheeks on your hands to calm the heat forming over your face. it was just a simple compliment…though why did it impacted you so much like it was a mark? another chuckle can be heard to your ears. not long after, rei pushes both of his hands down into his pockets before starting, “well then, now that we’re here, let’s go now…” he takes his right hand out from the pocket and extended it towards your view. “shall we…?”

it took you a few seconds to analyze what was going on, and steadily…you took your hand on his. there was an instant electricity that sparked the moment you held his hand. it was…soft. you definitely did not expect that. as he tightened the grip of your hand and pulled you closer to him, you gasped a bit, and rei’s smile widen. “the aquarium is close if we take the train. let’s not waste time now.” then off he pulled you gently towards the station.

the entire time on your way to the train station with rei, your heart was skipping beats and your eyes’ view were glued down to the floor. your right hand tightened your grip to the rope of your bag when you kept going back to the thought of the two of you holding hands throughout the walk…you swore to the heavens above if someone you knew from your school saw you two like this you would jump off a bridge. but his hands…were so soft. you hoped your palms weren’t sweating…that would be embarrassing for sure.

a ring. you noted that he was wearing a ring on his hand. ruby red…must be given by a family member. definitely not ritsu…or maybe he did? how were you supposed to know? you were far to notice how long you were staring at his hand. and all of a sudden, the grip of rei’s palm around yours tighten, and you gasped once again. “is something the matter?” yes there is.

looking up at him, you shook your head, “no, i-i’m fine…” a second silence, then he smiles. “do you not like it when i hold you hand…?” the male questions next, you shrieked. “huh?? n-no it’s alright..! i don’t mind i swear..!” idiot, idiot, idiot, your heart now was beating double times. you hoped it wasn’t obvious. rei chuckles, “it’s fine if you are, i swear. just tell me, no need to lie. i need to make sure you’re comfortable after all.” fuckkk…you were so in love with this man. “oh? your face is red.”

“shut up…” it was more visible now when you looked away. and rei seemed to have like this reaction of yours that you created. great job. it wasn’t like this was your first time holding the undead leader’s hand. in fact, you remembered holding it whenever you would help him stand up from his coffin or whenever he’d lay down somewhere. and because of it—out of nowhere, rei’s hand shifted, with his fingers now intertwining with yours…you felt like your heart and pulse stopped at that moment. holy shit…this guy…

“now you’re even more red. you comfortable?” you wanted to scream very. looking at him, you nodded your head with no response coming from your lips, and he grins. dear goodness he was so charming. who knew you were so lucky?

when the both of you arrived at the train station, you payed for your tickets and then waited for the train to arrive so you could come early to the new aquarium rei told you about for your date plan. and during the train ride, who knew you and rei had so much in common…since it seemed like you both never ran out of topics to talk about inside of the train. there were less people than usual…it was saturday after all and not much students were riding (except not less the office workers inside) so, talking to one another where only you two can hear was amazing.

as the train arrived to your destination, you and rei hopped out of the station and walked to the aquarium. based to the location on the map, the aquarium was only a few blocks away from the train station, so it would be easier to walk there instead of looking for a ride towards the place. you and rei had a lovely chat on your way there, so lovely in fact that you didn’t even notice you both were still holding hands, fingers intertwined.

it didn’t take long when the two of you reached the place—and as predicted not too much ago, the aquarium was being swarmed by loads of people. it was expected since it was said to be build by one of the greatest architects around the town. after all, new forms of ideas by geniuses were much obliged by the folks. you had no idea how rei was able to find this place, yet you know him…a mysterious and cunning individual. no wonder why you fell for this man. “ooh, it’s bigger than i imagined…” you hear him speak, eyes focused on the aquarium complex. you nodded your head in agreement. “the fact that it was newly build in this area but the flood of crowds read like they knew this place for long ago…it really is impressive.”

“kuku…i’m quite flattered that we’re one of the hundreds of crowds arrived to see this place after it’s construction. i should thank the kids for showing me a perfect spot for this date,” the ravenette says before looking at you. you flinched when his face comes close to yours, “let’s head inside, i bet there’s more impressive structure arranged. also, there’s a lot of sea animals we’ll get to view,” you didn’t get to mutter out your words when rei began to drag you inside.

the shoulders of each person you bumped into was countless—you can see that rei was pretty calm about the whole time he dragged you inside the complex. you two payed for tickets to enter the aquarium, and as you stepped your foot onto the place, your eyes shimmered with the amount of beautiful wavy blue aquatic animals you saw from each side to side. children laughed while adults chased after their child. you sighed satisfyingly when you looked around, twirling while a huge smiled covered your face, and if only you noticed…rei fell even more for you.

“wow…” you only managed to murmur out. the reflection in your eyes perfectly catches the view of the fishes swimming in the tanks, your fingertips pressing onto the glass slowly. you were mesmerized, and rei loved this sight of yours. he’d make sure he’ll record it with his heart. “this place is prettier than the other aquariums i visited as a kid…woah..! rei, look…! that fish is looking at us funny..!” rei went closer to your side to look, and he chuckles. “heh, i forgot what type of fish that is…but it does look humorous.”

you both traveled floor to floor—and even scheduled for the penguin show. during that, you almost got separated away from your date. the room was filled, and the sight of rei was seemed to be absent from your perspective. you panicked a little, trying to look on every corner of rei was there somewhere. slapping your forehead you can’t help but mutter a few curse words under your breath where kids nearby can’t hear you. however, when a fish that was struck with golden caught your attention, you couldn’t help but follow to where it was swimming towards. it’s fin was beautiful, almost looked liked it was sparkling. you bet subaru would love this fish.

your eyes followed it until you can see the fish swimming towards another one of their kind, and before you knew it, they kissed. it was lovely, and you can’t help but smile. usually, you’d like to mark these kinds of situations as a ‘coincidence,’ yet when your eyes looked up and met with deep red color, your heart raced. rei, was surprisingly at the other side of the fish tank, and at that moment you felt like you were in a movie. as he stared back right at you, he smiles softly, waving over to your direction.

his eyes reads; ‘you found me.’

you gaze back with a gentle smile, ‘i found you.’

***

you and rei spent the whole day at the aquarium. you two ate lunch, shop at different stalls along with buying stuffed animals, and even finally got to watch the penguin show together. you took ton of pictures—and rei even won some small penguin plushies for you. 3 of them.

it was 6:34pm when you both exited out of the place, and mostly everyone was heading home as well. you were tired, rei was tired, everyone who hopped in was tired. but you won’t doubt that it was fun.

you scrolled to your images while walking towards the train station. your storage was probably crying by now with the amount of photos you took from the complex. rei was carrying the items you two got on your journey—he insisted that he’ll be carrying them so you won’t be more worn out. besides, it was just a bunch of soft stuffed plushies, not like they were really heavy.

at the train station, you both got your tickets and got in. there were ton of empty seats, so you both sat at the nearby ones to sit down and finally rest your legs. rei was probably wobbling like the ‘old man’ he proclaimed to be. not like you were believing that. you were worn out, and because of it, rei allowed you to nap on his shoulders. the feeling was amazing on your way home—not to mention you were holding his hand as you rested and snoozed. it made you feel, safe…and loved.

with the twinkled silhouette that merged from the windows of the train, rei looked down at your face and smiles, stroking your hair behind your ear as he watches you nap on his shoulder. lovely, he always thinks you were lovely. his lovely producer. no one else’s.

the train finally came to a stop, rei made sure to slowly wake you up before heading out. he didn’t want his lover to wince suddenly while they were enjoying their rest. when the two of you headed outside, it was night. 7:02pm.

you slowly rubbed your eyes as you yawned behind your palm during the walk down the streets. rei laughs gently at this, “you were enjoying that rest, were you? apologies if i have awoken you up.”

“n-no, it’s alright. it’s just a nap anyways, i’ll have a good rest when i come back home. maybe…i’ll make some hot chocolate before bed? or probably warm milk…hmm…” you placed a finger curiously on your chin as you think, and the male beside you couldn’t help but crack a smile of how adorable you looked. the moon shone down brightly at the both of you, mixed with the bright light from the streetlights down the road. the sky was filled with millions of stars, clouds illuminating from behind as they faded. you can suddenly hear rei stop from the back next to a lamppost. you stopped as well.

“sakuma-san? what’s wrong?” you questioned. he didn’t answer, instead—rei looked up at the starry night and sighed. the stars pointed direction like a map, you’ve heard astrology being a great map to those who are lost, from books you’ve read before—and which books that rei lends over to you. “you see that? i can see connected constellations of stars stitched together. look over there,” he spoke, pointing up at the sky. you cocked a brow, yet you followed. brilliant.

the sky was brilliant, your eyes sparkled, beautifully. from each star that represents each shape and figure, you’ve tried your best to remember theirs names. should you bring your phone out? but it’s low battery and you weren’t even sure if it’ll make it.

though…you were so distracted that… you finally snapped out when you felt a pair of lips land on yours.

the world stopped from spinning. your eyes grew wide from surprise, and your heart began to beat faster than before. there was this…moment of silence that swam in the atmospheric between the sweetness of the kiss. leaves flying by and small pebbles rolling down, breaths heaving quietly. an electric feeling rusted inside of your body, heat flowing up towards your cheeks as you felt the whole world began to crash down your shoulders.

your eyes no longer reflected towards the starry night rei pointed for you, it was now reflected with the eyes that are evident of somebody in love. each cloud shape shifted, and all you could focus on was his lips on yours. his eyes were closed shut, right hand holding onto the lamppost while you stood in front.

the kiss lasted for a second, yet the feeling felt like an hour. when the two of you separated, all you could do was stare at him with glowing cheeks, mouth wide agape. rei grins, chuckling afterwards before covering his mouth with his hand. “ah…sorry, i just couldn’t help if. are…are you…?” his sentence cut off when he saw you cover your face with both of your hands, looking away. now it was his turn to bloom into a blush of red. “i-i’m sorry that was just…surprising…i..” you stammered with your words with a struggle.

stupid heart stop beating so fast !

rei takes a hold of your hand, removing them from your face, tenderly. the night was for you two alone. “are you ok? did i somehow make you…you know?”

“ah..! n-no you didn’t…! it’s ok..!”

another awkward line of tranquil silence.

“my apologies for acting so sudden.”

“n-no…! like i said it’s a-ok! you don’t have to say sorry just…send a signal…? next time? my heart won’t stop beating…” you had to place your hand over your chest to feel your heart jumping. it was natural, both of your faves were red after all—you weren’t alone this time. rei laughs so softly, once again taking a hold of your hand and landing a kiss.

“i wonder how many times i’ve made you blush today.”

“i-i’ll slap you..”

he chuckles, that smile reads teasing. “come on, i’ll fetch you home.”

you didn’t sleep much that night. your head was filled with your kiss with rei. and all you could do was hug your pillow and scream quietly.

a/n: hahahaha i suck at writing shit like this kill me but i love rei

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twilightmalachite · 4 months

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MIRAGE - Epilogue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Shinobu, Koga

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…But, it’s possible my feelings never reached Yuuta-kun after all.)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Theater Room

One week later, on Volcano Island’s broadcast date…

Shinobu: (*gulp*… Finally, the day has arrived, de gozaru.)

(It’s Volcano Island’s broadcast date, starring Yuuta-kun—or rather, starring Aoi Byakuya!)

(I wonder what happened in the end? Did Yuuta-kun actually disguise himself as Aoi Byakuya when he met the producer?)

Shinobu: (…I wasn’t able to persuade Yuuta-kun.)

(That day, after we chatted and enjoyed ice cream together, we parted ways…)

(And since then, he hasn’t been coming to school, de gozaru. And not just Yumenosaki, he stopped showing up at the Starmony Hall and around ES either.)

(Although I’m rather certain it wasn’t because he got erased after enraging some important person…)

(If something like that had occurred, plenty of people would be making a commotion over it for sure.)

(From what I heard from their classmates from 2-B, it seems like the two from 2wink had contacted them saying they’re busy and need time off to focus on work.)

(I'm sure there’s lots of meetings and practicing to prepare for Volcano Island, so it makes sense that they would be busy, de gozaru.)

(So they should be alright. Nothing terrible happened to them. And I just have to trust in that.)

(…But, it’s possible my feelings never reached Yuuta-kun after all.)

(Maybe the reason I haven’t seen him since then is because he thinks I’m a nuisance now. Maybe he’s avoiding me because I make him uncomfortable…)

(He’s even stopped replying to me when I message him on Holdhands, and the instances he did it’d be unrelated, like food or something…)

(It was clear he really didn’t want “Aoi Byakuya” and the like to be brought up.)

(M-Maybe I really did cross a line that day after all…! Is it because he’s annoyed at me?)

(Ugh…! If we can’t meet up and talk, then I’ll just get more and more anxious!)

(Maybe I really did do something I shouldn’t… Maybe I pressed a button that I shouldn’t have pressed? And now, Yuuta-kun doesn’t think of me as his friend anymore…)

(B-But! Yuuta-kun was so troubled, it’s not like I could’ve left him alone…! I…I don’t know what I should have done…!)

(I don’t know, de gozaru, I don’t have enough experience with things like friendship…!)

Koga: —Oh. Hey, the ninja boy’s here too.

Shinobu: Hyagh!? O-Oogami-dono…!

Koga: That’s me. What’re you doin’ wrigglin’ on the ground like that? Some cockroach impression?

Shinobu: Ah, errm, I was gonna record a show I was thinking of watching…

But I can’t figure out how to use the fancy equipment here at Starmony Hall, de gozaru… I’m a failure as a member of the broadcasting committee…

Koga: Lemme see. I know a thing or two after always being called in by Sakuma-senpai ‘cuz he doesn’t know shit about wirin’.

Shinobu: Eheh. Sakuma-dono, the man with nothing he can’t do, or it seems, de gozaru.

Koga: There’s a lot he can’t do, surprisingly. Well, that or he’s just pretendin’ to be useless like the senile old man he acts like he is.

…There, and we should be good to go. What’s the program you were wantin’ to record? I’ll plug the data in while I’m at it.

Shinobu: Oh, umm, there’s a music program called Volcano Island that’ll be airing soon after this, de gozaru.

Koga: The one that Hinata and Yuutas appearin’ on?

Shinobu: Oh, you know about it too, Oogami-dono?

Koga: Well, it’s a famous show, ain’t it? I also was interested in it since 2wink’s performin’, I thought to watch it here too.

Shinobu: Ah, uhh, wanna watch it here with me, then? I’ll prepare you some tea, de gozaru! ♪

Koga: If I want tea I’ll make it myself. Don’t, if someone sees that they’ll think I’m treatin’ my juniors as servants, got it?

Hinata and Yuuta are no different, but everyone always doin’ it. Even though I never fuckin’ asked!

Hmph… But I guess it goes both ways, doesn’t it. It ain’t like they ever asked us to protect ‘em or help ‘em out, either.

I just was doin’ to others what I hate bein’ done to myself. Both of us were. Fuckin’ hell…

Shinobu: (N-Now Oogami-dono’s in a bad mood for some reason! I know he’s an incredibly kind and good person, but being scowled at is still so scary, de gozaru…!)

Koga: …Oh, it’s startin’. The hell are ya doin’? Sit down.

Shinobu: Oh, right…

(Eek! Why did I decide to watch the music program with a slightly scary senior? What have I done!?)

Yuuta: “♪~♪~♪”

Shinobu: Whoa! The show just started and Yuuta-kun’s singing right off the bat!

(Or rather! He’s performing with his hair in Aoi Byakuya-mode! What does this mean? Didn’t he say he was only going to be in that disguise for the meeting?

Koga: Ooh, so they let him sing the opening song for Volcano Island, huh? Talk about a fuckin’ break! That’s gotta be a huge honor, I’m sure.

Shinobu: I’m sure, de gozaru! I looked into it after it piqued my interest, apparently it’s one of the show producer’s signature songs he used to sing back when he was active.

Koga: Ooh, you’re well informed. As expected of a ninja!

Seems like that bigshot producer and that former top idol are really the same person, and they’re keepin’ it a secret from the public.

Shinobu: That looks to be the case, de gozaru. Nobody seems to have noticed, even though they have the same face.

Koga: I suppose it was just inevitable. That guy was famous for constantly superficially switchin’ up his style of expression to suit whatever was in at the time.

He’d switch bands to whoever was sellin’ the best at the time and boost his popularity by piggybacking on their success…

He was an opportunist—a bastard sellout, basically.

There’s plenty of people in similar positions nowadays, things like idols becoming producers, such as Cospro’s Glasses… but it must’ve been really rare at the time.

It’s like turnin’ into a different animal—Those who don’t notice won’t notice. I doubt they go holdin’ a formal press conference or anything.

Shinobu: Is that how it goes?

Koga: Yeah, it’s like that. People ain’t usually all too interested in other people, unlike you’d think. No matter how crazy obsessed you are with another idol, once you lose interest, they’re as good as a stranger.

In that bastard’s case, he changed his style so damn much that he lacked any individuality of his own.

You don’t really remember those kinds of people, do ya?

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#mirage #scout #translation #shinobu sengoku #koga oogami

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sakis-sweets · 2 years

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Hey do you do Yansim Character x Reader?

If you can, can you do a Toga one?

ahahahahahaha you have unlocked my secret talent and hobby - reader insert fanfictions

every time i've found a lick of internet fame it has been for x reader fic, so i hope this one lives up to your hopes!

aaaaaaand this is also the last request that i received! i've gotten a few more since closing them so i'll save them for the next time i open requests but right now i can't say when that is. thanks to everyone who asked for a oneshot and i hope you all liked them!

ok now for the fic

You confidently stepped onto the grounds of Akademi at 6:30 AM, meters behind the student council. You couldn’t join their meeting, but you could still do favors for the teachers. Every second of your time was effort spent towards securing your future; getting into Akademi was step one, and joining the student council would be step two. There wasn’t exactly a spot open, but if you proved your dedication and your worth as a model Akademi student, perhaps they’d let you join anyway. Besides, it would make your mother happy, and that’s all you really needed.

After running whatever errands you could find, you stood with the gym teacher to welcome the other students into Akademi and let her complain about her desk work. If a student tripped on the road, you were there. If a shoe locker got jammed, you were there. Every little bit would raise your reputation and social standing, nudging the lock to the student council. The teachers were already very impressed with you, it wouldn’t be long before you won over the students. Your grades were already pristine. Nothing would stand in your way.

Except for this student who had just bumped into you while you walked around school looking for things to do. “Sorry!” he said with a smile.

“Oh, it’s fine!”

He stepped to the left. You stepped to the right. You both took one step in the opposite direction. The dance went on for a moment until he laughed. “Allow me, I’m the one who bumped into you.”

You tilted your head, peering at him. Perhaps this was an opportunity. “You seem distracted. Is something bothering you?”

“Bothering me?” he parroted. “Hm… I guess you could say so. I’m not the type to dump my problems onto strangers, though.”

Bingo! “We’re not strangers!” you insisted. “I know exactly who you are - Toga Tabara, class 3-2. You’re in the room above me, so you’re my senpai. Schoolmates aren’t strangers at all!”

Toga stepped back as you leaned in, an awkward smile on his face. “You’re very forward, huh? Is it normal to pay that much attention to other students…?”

Oops - you’d made him uncomfortable. You stepped back and cleared your throat to calm yourself. “Uh, well, maybe not. I just make a point of it so I can help out.”

Toga blinked before snapping his fingers in understanding. “I’ve heard of you! You’re the tr- uh, the good samaritan!”

“So my reputation precedes me! That’s good to hear. My point being - if you need help, I’m the one for the job. Do you wanna sit and talk somewhere?”

Toga stared at you for a moment in contemplation before shrugging. “‘Guess we both don’t have anything better to do, so sure.”

The two of you walked away from prying eyes to the western fountain and sat at one of the benches there. “So what’s on your mind?” you asked. Toga began to explain that he was feeling anxious about graduation creeping up on him since he didn’t know what he wanted to do after Akademi. He’d already tried all of the clubs the school had to offer, but none of them piqued his interest, so now all he could do was pace the grounds and think about it. “My parents aren’t really pressuring me about it, which is probably a good thing, but it’d be nice to get some advice and support too.”

“Well, that’s why I’m here…”

Toga raised an eyebrow. “You sound kind of uncertain.”

He was right. You’d always known what your life would hold. Be a model student, take any opportunity you could, increase your social currency, and profit. The four-step plan had been drilled into you since you were a child. You couldn’t relate to Toga’s struggles at all, but that didn’t mean you were ready to give up. “Nope, I got this under control! Let’s see, you didn’t like any of the clubs…” You searched your mind for solutions, but none came up easily. You rubbed your thumb over your knuckles - you had a habit of chewing on them when you were deep in thought, and your mother had scolded you for not taking better care of your hands, so you tried to beat the habit. But the urge distracted you from thinking clearly.

After a while, Toga smiled as if he had given up. “Like I said, it’s not an easy-”

“So!” you interrupted, standing up from the bench. “I know exactly what I want to do, and I talk to lots of different people every day, so… how about you follow me around and help me out? Just for a couple of days! Maybe you’ll find something you want to do!”

Toga blinked. “Uh… will that really work?”

“Of course!” you lied.

Staring at you a moment before, Toga sighed. “Well, I’ll try anything once.”

You clapped your hands together. “Let’s start tomorrow, then! Make sure you’re at school by 6:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Wait - you go to school that early every day?”

“Of course! I gotta help out the teachers. It’s not that much earlier; don’t worry about it. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Satisfied with your decision, you walked off to find the next person who needed help. Hopefully their problem won’t be as difficult.

As promised, Toga showed up at school about the same time you did, and he helped you with everything you usually did. You were surprised to find that teaching him was actually kind of fun, and it even made the work a little easier. He also helped you with the various tasks students asked you to do and kept up a cheerful personality the whole time to make them feel more reassured. By the end of the day, the two of you had accomplished a lot together.

You stretched as you headed to the shoe lockers. “That was a productive day! Thanks for all of your help, Tabara-kun. How did you like it?”

“Hmm… I don’t know how much I’m into doing odd jobs for other people. Do you really do this every day?”

“Of course! I have to do this much if I want to get into the student council.”

“Is that why you try so hard?”

“Obviously! If I want to build up my social currency and get a good job after graduating university, I need to secure the most lucrative positions around me.” When you looked up at Toga, you saw him frowning. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“No, no… well-” But before he could continue, you heard snickering nearby.

“Oh my gawd,” you heard a familiar drawl drone. “Did they really drag Tabara into their shenanigans? I wonder what that’s all about?”

“I heard Tabara was in every single club last year. Looks like he has nothing better to do than follow the tryhard around!”

“It’s so annoying how they keep up this can-do attitude. Like, get a life? Everyone’s sick of their fake-ass personality already.”

“Oh my gawd, Musume, that’s so mean!” The two girls laughed as they walked away. They hadn’t even tried to keep their voices down. You stood in place, staring down at the ground.

Toga scoffed. “I cannot believe they’re just allowed to parade around acting like such bitches. Are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” you said. “Yesterday… you almost called me tryhard, right? I know that’s what everyone thinks of me. But I can’t stop until I’m in the student council. It’s for my future. Mom told me that people would be jealous of my drive. That’s all it is.”

Toga frowned. “Your mom, huh? Is this her idea?”

You shrugged. “It’s normal for a parent to plan for their child’s future, right?”

“Wait - it is, but to this extent? You shouldn’t be doing all of this unless you want to. I mean, do you really need to get into the student council for your work? What are you planning to do?”

“Obviously, I’m…” You trailed off. For some reason, you couldn’t remember what exact occupation you were going for. What were you going to major in in high school? Which career would give you the most upward mobility and the most social respect? What had mom said? She hadn’t said anything about that. You had no idea.

Oh.

You laughed. “That’s… that’s really embarrassing. I’m sorry, Tabara-kun. Looks like we’re the same, actually. I’ve always been told what to do, so I can’t decide for myself what I want. I should put a stop to this already… You can go home, if you want. I kept you too long.” You tried to keep your wavering voice steady. You didn’t want him to see your shame. You’d already shown him that you were a prideful hypocrite; he shouldn’t see your weak side.

But as you stood there quivering, Toga didn’t leave. He stood right next to you, wordless. Then, he spoke up. “I think… I think I actually know what I want to do.”

You looked at him, incredulous. “H-How did you decide?”

“Well… watching how eagerly you helped everyone today inspired me. I thought to myself that I wish I had that kind of drive, and then I thought about how fun it was to follow you around. So I’ve decided that, no matter where you go or what you do, I’m going to keep following you. That way we can figure everything out together.” Toga grinned. “How’s that?”

You blinked. “You… You can’t be serious.”

“As a heart attack,” Toga replied. “So don’t give up just yet, okay?”

Your brow creased and you felt tears burn your eyes. Swiping at your face before they could fall, you managed a smile. “Well, I don’t really have any right to stop you, so go ahead.”

“How about we meet up before we get to school tomorrow? Let’s get here at the same time as everyone else and talk about what it means to be happy. Actually, let me give you my phone number.”

Swept away by him, you traded contact information and agreed to everything he suggested. He really was planning to spend every free moment together. You laughed. “You really go all in once you’re passionate about something, don’t you?”

“I learned from the best,” he said with a wink. Your heart skipped a beat, and for a split second you understood why Toga would decide to follow you.

The two of you didn’t know what the future would hold - how to talk to your mom, what to do after graduation, all of it. But at the very least you wouldn’t be isolated by your indecision. Maybe that could be enough for now.

#yandere simulator #yansim #toga tabara #reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #this one came so naturally to me- that's such a relief when that happens #i love writing fic like these :D and this time i tried to stay gender neutral instead of writing for a female reader #i hope i did a good job #i wasn't expecting anyone to ask for a reader insert fic! but i am so glad someone did because this was so fun!!

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softxsuki · 1 year

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Hello Han!

Okay so, I hope I'm not wasting your time...but i really wanted to say this. Ik there are some people who are taking advantage of the "urgent requests" that you provide. I won't say anything bad about those people because they might be undergoing something bad which might not be visible to others (maybe), BUT I would definitely love to say something about YOU.

So despite going through your own issues, work and many other issues that you haven't shared with anyone because they're just so private, you still continue to write here? I'm sure you do get bothered by people who take advantage of your urgent requests, and the ones who ask you to write stuff you're not comfortable with (even tho your rules specifically tell them not to do that). But you didn't let that stop you.

If I were you, I would've stopped doing urgent requests. But you are so considerate. You didn't stop writing urgent requests because you knew some people genuinely needed them.

I really, really wanna thank you for that...and everything else you do here. I've been in a very bad place mentally and physically and my poor relations with my family did little to help (i had no access to any form of therapy). But yk what actually helped me? One of those urgent requests you wrote. It wasn't my request, it was someone else's. Doesn't matter. You probably don't know how many lives you saved, but I can speak for myself and say that you saved my life. I'm much better now, so nothing to worry about. Thank you so much for continuing to write despite all big and small hurdles you've faced.

I truly feel that you're a very very good person, you answer asks daily and try to do your best. I genuinely want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here and doing what you do.

One more thing, never ever feel that you're taking too long to write a request or that someone will be disappointed that you haven't made progress in a while. Even if one day you get really busy in life and stop writing, for me, you'll still be the sweet angel who has already done so much. You're supposed to put yourself first, okay?

Sorry that was so so long, I just wanted to appreciate you. Thank you, Han.

P.S. give me an anon name if you can <3

Hello new anon! I don’t know how long you’ve been around or if you’ve ever sent me an ask before or not, but I want to thank YOU, for sending this to me tonight. Seriously, you’re an absolute Angel HENCE why I’ll call you my 😇 (Angel) anon 💗. VERY FITTING IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF

First of all, you’re definitely NOT wasting my time by writing all this. I loved every word of this ask and I’m literally screenshoting it and saving it so I can re-read it for the rest of my life!!! You almost got me crying 🥹

Yes, despite the urgent requests I get that I sometimes feel like people don’t really need, I do still write them most of the time without saying anything bc you never know, just like you said! I even have regular requests that I get and they don’t necessarily inspire me, but I’ve had other blogs completely ignore my requests and it does hurt sometimes! I’ve had to refuse some requests if I have no knowledge of the topic or if they make me uncomfortable, but I let them all know! That’s better than being left in the dark or ignored completely. In my opinion.

But yes, I do still take urgent requests and always will. I was actually planning on closing my urgent requests just so I could focus more on my matchup event bc I had like 4-5 urgent requests come in and I did get a little overwhelmed and anxious bc I know I was keeping people who probably only followed my blog so they could get their matchup done, waiting. I’m always so focused on other people and I just want to help make everyone happier. It’s my biggest fear to disappoint anyone or even write something for them that doesn’t meet their standards. That’s why as a writer I’m always second guessing myself and whether I did a good job or not, so this whole message just really made me feel so nice inside 🥹💗. Anyway yes what I was trying to say; thanks to your message I’m now deciding that I WONT be closing my urgent requests, bc I still do want people to have a place to go if they TRULY need the help. Not just bc they want to have their request written faster (I get it tho bc I have over 100 pending requests) but I want people to feel heard, to feel like they have a safe space and I love creating that space of comfort and safety through their favorite characters!

Also with my regular requests, those are also always open because I want people to be able to always have somewhere they can throw their ideas! I’m a creative person, I constantly live in my mind where I’m always coming up with different scenarios and I wish I could have a place to share those ideas and see them come to life through a drabble or whatever (other than just writing them for myself bc it’s not the same NDNSSN). So my blog is that place for everyone! Yes, it is overwhelming seeing that I have 113 pending requests, and I feel guilty for making people wait, but I try to make it as clear as possible that it will take me quite awhile to get to their request. I have some ppl who have been waiting a little over a year for their request to be written 😢 (sorry peeps). But at least their idea is out in the world and as long as their request inspires me and doesn’t make me uncomfortable I WILL write it eventually :).

Wow I went on a whole rant LOL SORRY

But that really touched my heart to hear that an urgent request you read (that you didn’t even request) helped you out of a bad place in your life. I can’t give myself the credit bc I owe everything to God for motivating me to start this blog, for giving me the talent (?) of being able to write, and for sending all these good people my way! I’m so relieved to hear you’re doing better, I’m blessed to be able to speak to you. Idk who you are, BUT you’re forever engrained in my memory and heart and I’m proud of you for getting through that rough patch in your life 💗 I’m so happy you exist in this world and that we crossed paths 💗

Thank you for your lovely words 💗. I definitely am busy 5 days a week at work and on my days off, sometimes I don’t have the energy to write, so thanks for saying that! I’ll try to put myself first sometimes!

I appreciate you so much my new 😇anon! Please have a wonderful rest of your day/night! I look forward to hearing from you soon! I’m always here to chat 🥰💗💗💗💗

#han’s 😇anon

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sunshinejeonglixie · 9 months

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When did you get so big?

tags: sfw, gender dysphoria, trans male character, ot8 but i.n focus, everything is platonic, fluffy & soft but also kinda sad idk i'm not good at tagging

description: Jeongin is trans, he tries to hide his struggles from the members most of the time but sometimes its just too hard.

link to ao3: here

!!Everything written here is fiction, not meant to be taken as real life, if anything here makes you uncomfortable please just block & move on!!

Jeongin is trans, all the members know that and have for a long time. When he was a trainee all the boys found out at different times, but they were all supportive just the same.

Especially Chan.

Chan has always been there for Jeongin during his bad dysphoria days and was there for all the good moments too. He was there to comfort Jeongin when he came out to the other members, he was there when Jeongin started testosterone, and when he got his legal name change.

Jeongin isn’t one to show often when the dysphoria gets to him, he hides it, so he doesn’t feel like an inconvenience to the others. He knows he can deal with it by himself, so he does. The other members can usually spot when he’s having a hard day, but they know to let him deal with it in his own way. If he really wants comfort, he’ll find them when he needs it.

Today has been harder than usual though. Long schedules, tiring performances, and lots of people constantly rushing around them all. It’s exhausting. Jeongin had been put in a tighter outfit, one that was a little more uncomfortable than usual, a little more revealing too, which was a set up for disaster already.

They only had one more recording to do for the day, it was their Music Core stage, and Chan could already tell Jeongin wasn’t gonna be able to handle much more

“Are you ok baby?” Chan whispers to Jeongin “mhm. Don’t worry about me” Jeongin smiles big back at Chan “Are you sure? You look a little uncomfortable” Chan says as Jeongin starts to pull at his outfit again “I’m fine hyung. Promise. 😊” “Ok…” Chan didn’t fully believe Jeongin but he decided to let it go and hope he’d come ask for help if he needed it.

*After filming*

“You did so well Innie!” Felix says while jumping around him Jeongin gave a small smile to Felix but was obviously struggling and very anxious.

Everyone started heading back to the dressing rooms and getting their makeup and stage outfits off getting ready to go home.

Everyone is sitting around different spots of the dressing room, Hyunjin is sitting in the window drawing, Seungmin is on the floor in a corner just listening to music, Minho & Jisung are sitting at a table watching some new anime, but the trio that caught Chan’s eye was Jeongin sitting in the corner spot of the couch with Felix in front of him and Changbin next to him. Lix & Binnie were obviously chattering and excited while poking at Jeongin and teasing him, not even noticing how nervous and upset Jeongin looked. Chan took a seat on the other end of the couch deciding to let Jeongin handle himself, besides he’s an adult now, he doesn’t need big brother Chan stepping in always, right?

“Can you guys sit anywhere else? I’m trying to watch something” Jeongin says clearly irritated “Aww but we wanna hang out with baby Innie!” Lix giggles “pleaseee let us stay?” Changbin whines

Jeongin just stays silent obviously not wanting to argue

“Can we watch too?” Felix asks “No. you guys just need to find something else to do.” Jeongin says very irritated “We wanna hang out with you though baby” Changbin says while wrapping his arm around Jeongin’s waist and trying to pull him closer “Let go” Jeongin says much stricter than before “We’re just teasing honey, it's all jokes” Felix says softly “STOP! I told you to leave me alone and you still won’t stop” Jeongin yelled. He immediately stood up and walked out of the dressing room

Everyone in the room was quiet until Felix stood up to follow after Jeongin

“Lixie leave him alone for a bit” Jisung suggests “No, I have to go apologize. We were being rude” Felix says in a serious tone “Love, just leave him be, ok?” Hyunjin softly grabs Felix’s wrist before he can leave

Felix slowly sits down in Hyunjin’s lap, obviously very upset.

Changbin looked very anxious as well, neither one meaning to truly upset Jeongin.

Chan waits a few minutes before walking out to go find Jeongin

Jeongin has a few hiding spots everywhere they go regularly, dark corners, quiet spots outside, even small closets if he can’t find anywhere else. Just anywhere that doesn’t have many people, lights, or noises. So, Chan immediately knows where to find him. He starts walking downstairs from the dressing room and keeps going until he gets to the back corner of one of the waiting rooms. Immediately he sees something on the floor that looks like a pile of clothes and quickly realizes its Jeongin that has tucked himself into his hoodie

“Baby?” Chan says softly

All he gets in response is some sniffles and quick breathing

“Jeonginnie?”

Jeongin slowly pokes his head out of his hoodie, eyes red and swollen with tears still coming down his face

“Hi love” Chan slowly sits down on the floor next to Jeongin “Hyung I’m sorry” Jeongin cries “Sorry for what baby?” “Sorry I yelled at Lix and Changbin…” “No no lovely they’re not mad at you at all don’t worry. They’re both sorry they kept bothering you.”

Jeongin scoots closer to Chan slowly, so Chan starts to wrap his arm around Jeongin’s shoulder until Jeongin flinches and Chan takes his arm away

“Baby whats goin on? You never get this upset just when lix and binnie tease you like that” “You guys really think of me like a baby brother, right?” “Of course, Innie, you’re our baby brother always. What makes you think we don’t? Did someone say something that made you think that?” “No… just feeling bad again.”

Chan was used to comforting Jeongin during his bad times with dysphoria. When he was a trainee, it was much worse and happened a lot more often but even now he still has hard and bad days, so of course Chan is still there for him no matter what.

“Do you wanna talk more about what you’re feeling or do you just wanna sit here quietly?” “I don’t know… I hate feeling like this. I feel trapped in my own body all the time. Nothing looks right or sounds right or feels right and I hate it. No matter how hard I try it still feels wrong. I even feel jealous of you guys getting the things I want. Which I’m sure makes me a terrible person…”

Hearing Jeongin sound so sad and defeated made Chan’s heart hurt so bad. Jeongin was one of his first members and his youngest so he feels a huge need to take care of him and protect him so when he can’t do anything to help it feels horrible.

“No no baby you are a wonderful person, don’t ever believe any different please. I’m sorry you have to deal with feeling all this, I wish I could just take it all away and you could feel comfortable always.”

Jeongin starts to cry again and crawls into Chan’s lap

“When did you get so big? I can’t even hug you now…”

Hearing that just makes Jeongin cry more

"Oh baby I didn't mean to upset you more. I'll always hug you and hold you anytime you want." Chan says softly "I know. It's still hard to grow bigger than my oldest hyung..." Jeongin says quietly

After some time in silence Jeongin speaks up

“I wanna go back and apologize to Felix and Changbin” “Lovely you don’t have to apologize to them” “I want to though.” Jeongin says much calmer and more relaxed than earlier

They both stood up and started back to the dressing room while holding hands

As soon as they open the door to the dressing room Jeongin gets attacked by Felix with hugs and apologies

“I’m sorry Innie we should’ve listened to you; we didn’t mean to make you upset and hurt you” Felix says it all so fast he’s not even sure everyone understood what he was saying “It’s ok hyung, I’m not mad at you or Changbin hyung. I'm sorry for yelling.”

Changbin walks over and puts his hand on Jeongin’s shoulder

“We really are sorry Jeongin-ah, we should’ve stopped when you said to stop.”

Finally, everyone finishes packing up and makes plans for dinner and other activities they wanna do after work.

Chan walks over to Jeongin and quietly nudges his arm

“You wanna come over for movies and ice cream tonight? Might help you feel better. You can borrow one of my bigger hoodies too if you want.” “What kind of ice cream?” “Anything you want, even special milkshakes. I’ll find it for you.” “I want chocolate ice cream… and cookies.” “And cookies??” “Hyung don’t be mean.” “I wasn’t being mean; I was surprised you wanted both. But of course, I’ll get you both.”

They all load up in the vans with Jeongin going to 3racha+Hyunjin’s dorm for the night and the other 3 getting in the other van heading to their own dorm. Chan asking the manager to stop so he can hop out and get ice cream and cookies for Jeongin

When they get to the dorms Chan gets ice cream, cookies, and an oversized hoodie for Jeongin while they try to figure out what movie to watch. They finally decide on a studio Ghibli movie and plop down on the couch.

Of course, almost immediately the other 3 members in the dorm ask to join them for the movie, Chan & Jeongin say yes so Han & Hyunjin set themselves on the floor while Changbin sits in one of the chairs behind them

Chan and Jeongin snuggle themselves together on the couch while eating ice cream and cookies

“Feeling better baby?” Chan whispers to Jeongin “A little, still uncomfortable but I’m happy you guys help me.” “I’m glad you’re happy lovely”

After the movie ends Chan looks around the room and sees Han & Hyunjin curled up on the floor together sleeping, Changbin in his chair asleep, and he notices Jeongin is also asleep while curled into Chan. He can’t help but smile at how happy his kids make him. He decides that the couch might be a little uncomfortable for Jeongin all night, so he very carefully picks him up and carries him to his room and gently sets him down in bed and tucks him in, quickly gives him a kiss on the forehead and quietly walks out of the room.

Turns out he can still hold his baby after all.

~End~

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #yang jeongin #i.n stray kids #i.n skz #i.n #transgender #transmasc #gender dysphoria #ao3 #fanfic #sfw

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mothwithteeth · 2 years

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i’m well aware how i take curses and make them prayers

i was trying to find this in my posts but I can’t so I’m going to just repost it bc it’s mine and i can. maybe i’ll add this one to the master list (don’t hold me to it plz)

pairing: kirishima x reader

warnings: hurt/comfort smut, allusions to negative sexual experiences, heavy heavy consent, light corruption kink?

It’s just one finger. Just one. But you’re already squirming. You’re anxious, and you just want to get through this part. Just get to the important part, but it hurts. You know it’s not supposed to hurt, but it does anyway. It always has. You can take it.

“M-more” you choke out, trying not to visibly grit your teeth.

“Are you sure?” Eijirou asks, slowing slightly.

“Please,” don’t let him notice how tense you are. Act sexy. Stop being a baby.

Eijirou listens, albeit hesitantly, and adds another finger, stretching you even further. You hope the pained whimper you can’t suppress sounds close enough to a moan. You’re too tense, and it’s getting worse. You can feel the way your body is trying to force him out, no matter what your brain says. It’s buried under layers of instinct and muscle memory; mental scar tissue; too far down for rationality to affect it.

“Does that feel good?” It should sound sexy, but he’s a little too worried to pull it off. You can hear it in his voice. You’re not doing a good enough job. The wave of anxiety clamps your muscles down even tighter; entirely outside your control.

“Y-yeah!” your voice jumps an octave when your muscles spasm harder; burning with exertion and overextension. “Please, I can,” a soft hah of pain escapes you, “I can take it,” you insist. You can. You’ll get over it. Just get to the part he wants before he changes his mind. Realizes his mistake.

“I don’t want you to take it. I want you to enjoy it.”

Out of all the things threatening to crush you at that exact moment, that simple statement knocks the wind out of you. On some level, you know that sex is supposed to be mutually pleasurable, but that got lost somewhere along the way. Another thing you believe everyone but you deserves. Somehow it didn’t occur to you that you should also enjoy having sex. That’s never mattered. You just know that you have to do this. This is how relationships work. No one is going to want you if you don’t put out.

“Hey,” his fingers withdraw. No no no no no you ruined it you ruined it you ruined everything- His other hand on your cheek, guiding your eyes to his, grounds you; interrupts that loop. “Talk to me.”

You have a chance, here, to be vulnerable with another person. You’ve known Eijirou for a while, but are you willing to take that risk? You take a deep breath. If he’s going to leave if you tell the truth, you shouldn’t be sleeping with him, you remind yourself. “I have… a history, I guess you could call it. It makes things… weird. It takes me too long to adjust and I just-” you have to pause to catch your breath. Don’t hyperventilate. You’ve already made this bad enough. “I don’t want you to get bored or anything because it takes too long, you know? So I just… Ride out the bad part.”

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t understand at all, and it tugs uncomfortably in his stomach. He’s not about to just say that, though. He’s got some tact. “Bored? You think I could get bored of you?”

“I mean you’re not getting anything out of it so…”

“I get to make you feel good. That’s what I want.” His gaze doesn’t waver. There’s an intensity in his eyes that makes your stomach flutter in a way that’s more pleasure than nausea. Oh. You kinda like that. “Let me make you feel good, okay?” He guides you to lean back against the headboard.

Deep breath. “Okay.”

“Please tell me if anything doesn’t feel good. I wanna know.” This time you can only nod. Yeah. You can do that. “Good girl.” He smiles at you, and you’re pretty sure your heart stops. Yeah. You’ll do anything he says to get him to say that again.

Eijirou’s hand lands on your thigh, searing hot against your skin. “You okay?” he asks again.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you answer. You are. A little nervous, but okay.

He leans in to kiss you, soft and sweet, as his hand slips between your thighs. He goes more slowly this time, gently rubbing your clit for a moment before sliding his middle finger into you. You can’t help but gasp against his lips, the stretch still bordering overwhelming. Right on the line of uncomfortable, but not quite crossing it. “Still okay?” he doesn’t pull away; humid breath puffing against your cheek.

“Y-yeah,”

“Tell me what you’re feeling, angel.” The pet name makes you melt to the point where you barely even recognize that he’s telling you to actually do something.

“I- I don’t know,” there’s too much roaring in your head to focus. You’re certain he’s going to give up. How are you supposed to do this? None of it makes sense, and you can’t even begin to sort it out. If you can’t handle yourself, how is he supposed to?

“Does anything hurt?” Eijirou’s voice pulls you back to reality.

“No,” you wiggle your hips to make sure, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s just unfamiliar, and you don’t know how you feel about it yet.

“Good,” he leans in to kiss you again. And again. And again.

You don’t even realize the time passing as you fall deeper into your arousal, clinging to Eijirou’s shoulders like a lifeline. Bit by bit, your body relaxes, adjusting to the unfamiliar stretch.

“I can- I- more, please,” it’s embarrassing to be this breathless from something so simple, especially when Eijirou is so calm. He listens, and gently withdraws his finger, only to replace it with two before you can miss that feeling. The stretch is more intense, but not inherently painful, and as you get used to it, you can relax a little more. This is okay. You are okay.

At some point, without your notice, you had become convinced that another person would never be able to satisfy you the way you can satisfy yourself, and that you were never going to experience pleasure from another person. And then he crooks his fingers ever so slightly and your hips jackrabbit off the bed, a surprised moan escaping before you can stifle it. “Do you like that?” Eijirou asks with a pleased grin.

“I-I think s-oH!” he does it again in the middle of your answer. He can’t help himself, you’re so cute. Is it still a corruption kink if he wants to show you how good he can make you feel? How he can satisfy needs you’ve never acknowledged? Perhaps, but that doesn’t matter. Not when he has such a pretty thing in his bed that has been neglected for far too long.

You can barely keep up between breath-stealing kisses and gentle thrusts of Eijirou’s fingers. “Think you can do another?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah, please,” you pant. How could he deny you when you ask so sweetly?

Eijirou obliges, three fingers finding their way into your almost-too-snug cunt. He kisses your forehead as you mewl and squirm, trying to somehow adjust. “Good?”

“G-good,” you nod shallowly, eyes squeezed shut against the intensity.

“Hey, look at me,” he insists. It still takes you a moment to open up teary eyes. You can’t help it; everything is just so much. “Breathe for me.” Another little nod, and a deep, lung-filling breath. “Good girl,” with another blinding grin from him. Eijirou pretends he doesn’t feel the effect he’s having, but oh is he living for the way you clench around his fingers; a deep throb of pleasure versus a spasm of pain; he’s already noticed the difference.

You completely lose track of yourself while he makes you see stars, kissing you breathless and taking you apart with his fingers, but there’s something… missing. You want to be closer. It almost startles you to realize that you actually want him to fuck you. What a wild concept. You tap on Eijirou’s shoulder. He pulls back to look at you intently. The thought that, no matter what you say, he is going to listen and take care of you strikes you full force, but you can’t let it stop you. “I want more, please,” you can barely look him in the eye as you ask. You’re trying to kill him. You must be.

“Hm?” he asks. He can’t help it. He wants to hear you say it.

“I want you. Please, Eiji,” you ask again.

“Want me to what, angel?” You give him a pleading look. “C’mon. You can tell me. I’ve got you,” he goads. That has every intended effect as he feels you melt in his arms.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say shyly, not quite able to keep eye contact. He won’t hold it against you.

“Anything you want, baby.” and you know he means it.

You’re fine until he’s positioned against you, not quite pushing inside. “Wait!” you don’t mean to yelp and pull away, but he let’s you put those inches between you. Anything you need. “You’ll go slow, right?” If he wasn’t so desperate to make you feel good, the way his heart breaks just thinking about what would make you react like this might be enough to put him off. Luckily, it gives him a burst of desire to make this the perfect experience.

With barely any effort, he rolls the two of you over, resting you comfortable against his hips for the time being. “We’ll go at your pace, okay?” The change in position takes a weight you didn’t know you were bearing off of you. The control lets you breathe easier. (you can get away if you need to) As hard as it is for Eijirou to let you do the work, he just wants to make you feel safe.

It only takes a few moments of reassurance and gentle touching to build the mood back up and to have his cock pressed against you once again. The size is intimidating. You’re not sure how it’s supposed to fit, but you want to try.

That first inch almost has you turning back; it’s just so intense you can’t even tell whether it hurts or not. You quickly decide it does not hurt. In fact, it feels better than you could’ve ever imagined. Eijirou’s gentle grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly. He would swear up and down he’s never felt anything better; that you’re absolutely perfect for him.

That first inch does take a little while to get used to, as does the next one. Eijirou doesn’t rush you as you pant and gasp with every movement of your hips. “Tell me what you’re feeling, angel.” Your eyes are nearly glassy as you process what he wants from you. Every fiber of you is focused on the cock inside of you. The stretch, the struggle of relaxation, the desire to just impale yourself and get it over with fighting with the part of you that knows you can and should take your time.

“‘S’good,” is all you can think of to describe it. All the words you know, any one in any language, none of them filter through the distraction of physical touch. You expect him to ask you to keep going, but he doesn’t. Not even after a few minutes with very little progress down his shaft. It’s almost like there’s too much for you to focus on. How are you supposed to make out and ride a dick?

That’s probably how you end up settling your hips against Eijirou’s; to your own surprise after a seemingly endless descent. The contact is nearly jarring, but you’re grateful for it. That’s the whole thing. You did it (and it doesn’t hurt). You can cry about your breakthrough later. For now, you’re desperate for more. For him.

You stay like that for what feels like forever, grinding gently against the base of his cock as you try to adjust to the feeling. Eijirou is once again convinced that you’re trying to kill him. Between the feeling of being inside you and watching the way you’re learning what feels good is driving him crazy. He’s almost glad you haven’t started moving yet; he’s not sure he could take it.

Neither of you are prepared for how good it feels when you do move, though. Dual moaning fills the room, and you’d be self-conscious if you could remember how. Everything about this is new and exciting and good and you can’t help but be swept up in it; all but crying as you ride him.

Unfortunately for you, this is exhausting work, and you are deeply unfamiliar with using this particular set of muscles. You want to keep going, but you can’t fight the burn in your muscles forever. “Could you- I-” How are you supposed to ask this?

“Getting tired?” It’s mean to tease, but you look so sweet when you turn red and nod. He rolls the two of you over smoothly. “Anything you want, baby,” he reiterates, rolling his hips into yours for emphasis. The movement draws a moan out of you before you can stop it. You didn’t think it could get better, but this angle is new and exciting; taking you closer and closer to your release with every brush against your g-spot.

When you do finally, finally reach that peak, it’s more than Eijirou can take. Your back arches, mouth dropped open in a high moan of his name as your fingernails dig into his biceps. Your thighs shake around his hips as if they’re trying to close, but he doesn’t let that happen. He pushes flush against you, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. The increase in friction nearly makes you scream. As it is he has to stop against the clenching of your insides. While you’re still trying to catch your breath, Eijirou pulls out, tugging his cock once, twice, and finishing on your heaving stomach. It’s warm and sticky, but you don’t get a chance to even express discomfort before he’s wiping it off with a tissue. Bare basics taken care of, he can finally flop down next to you and wrap you up in his arms.

“How are you feeling?” he asks after a moment, petting your hair gently.

“Good. I kind of want a shower.”

“You got it.” and before you can even whine to stay five more minutes, he’s already got you scooped up to clean you up. You might be able to get used to this.

#bnha smut #kirishima x reader smut #this is so goddamn self indulgent i can't #but i want to have it so i'm posting it again #maybe i'll be able to find the original someday

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years

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The brother’s reaction to having a shy s/o who is inexperienced

Genre: fluff Warnings: none

Lucifer:

he was really subtle about liking you at first

until he found out that you like him back

then, all bets were off

he acted so cockily and confident

well, more than usual, that is

he was all about flirting and being touchy

teasing you constantly

when you two actually started dating, he was surprisingly pretty slow about going about things

you guessed it was because he hasn’t been serious about anyone in a while

a fiery blush came to your cheeks when you first held hands and he thought it was the cutest thing ever to see you so flustered

when he finally decided to kiss you, he notices you dodge his attempts

the first time it happened, he got the message and didn’t try again for a long while

he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, after all

when he tries again though and you still refuse him, he decides to talk to you about it

he’s absolutely 100% okay with waiting but he just wants to know why

does he scare you or make you nervous? Are you not as attracted to him as you thought?

when you confess that you’re nervous to be affectionate with him in fear of messing up, he’s confused

“Darling, I don’t care how good or bad you are. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll teach you all that you need to know,” he purrs suggestively into your ear

when you finally do kiss, he can tell you’re inexperienced but the kiss alone was enjoyable because it was done with you

Mammon:

it took him all of two seconds to try to first kiss you when you started dating

when you dodged it though, he felt his heart break a little

you’re his human now, right? So why can’t he show you how much he likes you?

true to Mammon manner, he throws a fit without really thinking about it

“Why won’t ya let me kiss ya? ‘U’re my partner, aren’t ya? I should be allowed to kiss ya!” he whines

as much as he wanted to kiss you, he was okay with waiting if that’s what you wanted

he’s just dramatic

when you teared up at his words though, his mind instantly shuts off and he doesn’t know what to do

“Yeah, ‘u’re right. I’m not being a good partner. I’m sorry,” you apologize, tears starting to fall down your face

he gapes at this, his heart beating faster when he realizes that he’s the cause of your tears

“What? No! You’re perfect! Stop crying! If ya don’t wanna kiss me yet, ya don’t have to!” he shouts

you sniffle and wipe at your cheeks, still not making eye contact with him

“Really?” you ask unsurely, thinking he’s just saying that to make you stop crying

you see his feet come into your view and then feel his hands on your cheeks, fear shooting through you when you think he’s going to try to kiss you anyway

“(Y/n), ya know how much I...like ya. I don’t want to make ya do something that ya don’t wanna do...”

you sniffle again, a smile slowly coming to your face as you look up at him

“Thank you, Mammon. This means a lot to me,” you thank softly

he huffs and shoves you into his chest, your arms coming around him for a tight hug

“Yeah, whatever, human,” he grumbles, failing to hide his blush from you

Levi:

he’s just as nervous as you are

yeah, he’s been around hundreds and hundreds of years but that doesn’t mean he’s all that experienced

he prefers hiding in his room to play video games and watch anime rather than going out and actually talking to all the normies

you make him want to leave his room though

he wasn’t exactly subtle about having feelings for you

then again, you weren’t the best at hiding it either

all of the brothers constantly tease you both

so, when you finally do get together, neither of you make a move to even hold hands

the most you do for a while is hug, to be honest

as time went by and you two got more comfortable around each other, he finally worked up the nerve to hold your hand

both of you had blushes the entire time though

it took him even longer to try to kiss you for the first time

when you avoided it though, he freaked out

“Sorry! Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried that! I really am sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

he stops when you tighten your grip on his hand, his throat seizing up a bit at the extra pressure

are you going to dump him?

“I’m sorry. It’s not you. I’m just so afraid of messing this up...” you confess

cue confused Levi™️

“What? Why would you think that?” he asks as he turns to face you more now that he knows you’re not revolted by him

after you explain everything to him, he smiles softly at you and turns you to face him

“Hey, I don’t care about that. You’re talking to me, after all. There are plenty of things I haven’t done and I’m nervous to try. I want to try them with you though. For you,” he says softly, his free hand lightly cupping your cheek

you smile brightly at him now as you give him a hug

“Thank you, Levi.”

Satan:

he was really calm about the entire thing

well, other than when you would do something beyond cute and he’d just get so flustered

when he realized he liked you, he didn’t hesitate to ask you out once he ‘confirmed’ that you liked him back

when you said yes, he was beyond ecstatic

he practically dragged you to your first date right away

he held your hand easily, not noticing how you tensed up at the gesture before slowly relaxing into it

when he tried to kiss you after your first date though, you retreated from his face

he visibly deflates at the denial but he doesn’t push it

you two did just start dating, after all. Maybe you’re just not ready yet

and he’s okay with that

“Goodnight, (Y/n),” he whispers before kissing the back of your hand and leaving you at your door

he doesn’t try again until much later

when you do the same thing again though, he looks crestfallen

“(Y/n)...why won’t you let me kiss you?” he asks quietly, starting to become afraid that you didn’t actually like him anymore or that you’re scared of him

after hearing you explain that you’re afraid of messing up or that you’re not good enough for him, he looks heartbroken

“My love, don’t think so negatively about yourself. I want all of you, your faults and your downfalls included. I like you for who you are,” he says gently, cupping your hands with his

when he sees you smile, he pulls you into a hug

“Now that I know, I’ll wait as long as you want me to.”

Asmo:

we all know how affectionate this demon is

you two weren’t even dating yet before he tried making a move

when you shot him down or shied away from him, he just brushed it off

when he actually started liking you though, all of that stopped

he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable or nervous around him

he hated the thought of it

you, and everyone for that matter, noticed his change in behavior

he didn’t really bring anyone home anymore, he didn’t even really flirt with anyone that wasn’t you

it was freaking everyone out, honestly

well, everyone but you

it made you realize how serious his feelings for you are

so, when you two start dating, he’s ready to get things on the road

when he tries to kiss you though, you avoid it with a nervous gaze

this makes him just as nervous

does he still make you uncomfortable or anxious? are you worried about him cheating on you?

he let it go the first time, wanting to give you time to adjust to your new relationship with him

when he tried again though and you still avoided him, he just got more upset

“Why won’t you let me kiss you? Do I make you that uncomfortable?” he snaps without thinking about it

in his eyes, he’s been nothing but a loving, caring, and loyal boyfriend and you’ll barely cuddle him

everything comes to a stop when your eyes start watering though

“You’re right. I know. I’m such a bad partner. You can kiss me. Go ahead,” you concede, body shaking as you move closer to him

kissing you is what he’s been wanting but not like this

you clearly don’t want it

“What? No! Look at you! You’re shaking at even thinking about kissing me! I’m not going to force you to do it!” he shouts as he moves away from you

his yelling and denying you just makes you more nervous. You just keep messing up

“I’m sorry. I understand if you want to break up with me. I know you’re the avatar of lust. I’m such a bad partner. I can’t even kiss you,” you sob, your body shaking even more

he frowns at this, a pit forming in his stomach as he tries to figure out what to do

he sighs and moves to you, wrapping you in a hug and letting you sob into his chest

“Babe,” he calls out to you, getting no response. “Darling,” he tries again. “Sugar. Love bug. My honey bunches of oats,” he keeps going, the pet names getting more sickeningly sweet as he goes on

you start giggling at the fourth one, pulling away to look up at him

he smiles softly at you, his hands cupping your face and petting your hair as he speaks

“(Y/n), it doesn’t matter that I’m the avatar of lust. I want to be with you and if that means you don’t want to kiss me yet, then that’s okay. I’m sorry for shouting. I just thought you were still uncomfortable around me from how I used to act...” he confesses

your smile slips into a frown, your head starting to shake

“That’s not it at all. I just don’t want to mess this up. I really like you...” you confess

he smirks and kisses your cheek before saying, “Good because I like you even more.”

Beel:

my pure honey bunch sugar plum pumpyumpyumpkin sweetie pie cuppy cake gum drop schnookums schnookums baby cakes

I love this man so much I-

when he figures out he likes you, this demon can barely look at you without getting butterflies and a pink blush

when he finds out you like him too?

those butterflies turn into full-on birds and he swears he’s going to be sick

he gets so nervous around you after that

suddenly, things he used to do without thinking, he now overthinks about

you look so nice today. Should he tell you or will you be creeped out? He’s trying out this new recipe. Can he ask you to try it or is he pestering you? He needs help with his homework. Can he ask you or will you think he’s dumb or annoying?

MY POOR SWEET BABY

when you two get together, it helps him relax a lot

you wouldn’t be dating him if you didn’t like him, right?

takes him like three months to even hold your hand

after he first does it though, he ALWAYS holds your hand after that

he likes the feeling of your small hand in his

it takes him 47420959584 years to try to kiss you

he’s honestly so excited but also very nervous

he is constantly looking at your lips and imagining them against his

when he tries and you deny him, he thinks he might puke

“I’m sorry. I can’t,” you say softly

he swallows down his nerves and nods his head, moving away from you to give you space

“No, it’s okay. I understand.”

“But you don’t...” you mumble

what doesn’t he understand?

“Okay, then explain it to me?” he replies, it coming out more as a question that a statement

you sigh before explaining the situation

he smiles at your words though, thinking it’s kind of silly

“(Y/n), you don’t ever have to be worried when it comes to me. I care for you in ways that I can’t explain. If you aren’t ready to kiss me yet, then that’s completely fine. I want to kiss you only when you’re ready,” he reassures before giving your forehead a kiss

Belphie:

you two were cuddling in bed before he even realized he liked you

once he did realize though, he became nervous around you

he didn’t show it though

he just started acting indifferent towards you

he wasn’t fooling anyone though

it was the little things that showed everyone that he cared for you

giving you his leftovers instead of Beel, pulling a blanket over you if you fall asleep on the couch, pulling a piece of fuzz from your hair with the utmost care, the list goes on

when you two started dating, nothing really changed at first

Belphie is bad at expressing himself, so cuddling with you was already a big step for him

when you two move up to hugging and hand-holding though, he slowly starts to open up more

one day, he finally goes to kiss you only for you to avoid it

he’s confused but it doesn’t really bother him all that much because he knows what it’s like to received unwanted affection

but wait

why would his affection be unwanted? He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?

he softly asks you about it, letting you know that he’s not upset in any way. He’s just confused

once you explain that you’re afraid of messing up, he chuckles a little as he pulls you into a hug

“Now why would you ever be afraid of something like that? You know that I like you. Both of us will make plenty of mistakes but we are a couple so we will work on them and improve together,” he coos at you

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pokeheadcannons97 · 3 years

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Hi! May I request some HC with Milo, Piers, Leon and maybe Guzma where their S/O hates their body (especially weight on their belly and stretch marks) and just gets really anxious when they wear crop tops, shorts, etc?

As a plus size person, I feel this. This is a PSA, if it's cute and you like to wear it?

Honey, WEAR. THAT. OUTFIT.

Milo

This guy basically worships the ground you walk on. He honestly thinks that you are so beautiful, and is one that compliments you often with no shame.

The two of you are herding Wooloo? And you're completely drenched in sweat and mud?

He is awestruck, and he let's you know it!

Hates when you think so low of yourself, and takes it upon himself to tell you how wonderful you are.

Do you not realize how gorgeous that you look? No? Not for long!

"Milo? You're staring, do I look bad? It's the mud isn't it?" You pulled at the shorts of the outfit you were wearing. The shorts had ridden up a little bit, more on the short side due to the heat. You had decided to pick that over the trusted blue jeans you usually wore since you were so self conscious in how you looked. You didn't know if it had been a good idea in the first place since Milo was staring at you without saying anything.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N. More so than a freshly opened tulip in spring." He replied, wiping the sweat from his face with his scarf he wore. Completely unembarrassed or shy about saying it so casually.

It still makes your heart all wack.

You lightly touched your thigh. The bad thoughts seemed to be completely drown out for the compliment. Your face flushed and you leaned in to give him a hug.

This made Milo hum in reply. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze around your waist.

You laid your head on his broad shoulder, and let out a shaky breath. "Thank you sweetie, I needed that today."

"Darling, you look good in anything you wear. Dont ever feel like you dont look good to me. Because those thoughts are wrong." He reassured, giving your back a comforting pat as you could only nod in response with a small smile on your face.

Leon

He noticed you staring in front of the mirror longer than usual after your shower that evening. The towel still wrapped around your frame.

He watched from over the top of his phone, your hands pulling at your arms, your expression falling by the second.

Your hand traced the stretch marks that etched itself onto the bigger part of your arm, the other one was tightly wrapping the towel closer to your body.

He continued to observe silently, the grip on his phone tighter.

Your hand lowered itself to your torso and you gave out a soft, but heavy sigh. Your e/c orbs shimmering slightly with tears.

When you turned around your face came into contact with Leon's chest and you let out a surprised sound from your lips.

Strong, well toned arms wove themselves around your body, pulling you close.

This caused you to look up at him, slightly confused.

"Awww did you want a hug, Lee? You could have just said so." You laughed lightly, trying to diminish the thoughts you were in a few seconds earlier.

"Y/N." He began, choosing his words carefully, but with a warm smile. "Have I told you how pretty you look lately?"

This caused your cheeks to heat up and you blinked at him. "Ah, thank you Lee... that means a lot."

Your response seemed forced and rehearsed and he did not like that one bit.

He turned you around to where you both could look at yourselves in the large mirror. This made you squirm uncomfortably.

He bent down and kissed alongside your jaw before he said, "I mean it. You know that you're the most beautiful person to me."

He traced his finger tips alongside your arms and then gripped your hands with his. His much larger hands enveloping yours like a warm blanket.

This made your cheeks flush harder, but the comforting warmth was welcomed. "Lee?"

He met your gaze in the mirror, his golden eyes shining with nothing but love. "You're so lovely, every bit of you. No one can even come close."

You felt your breath get caught in your throat and swallowed back the tears that threatened to fall.

Leon kissed your neck softly.

"How about we go out for dinner tonight? I think I wanna show you off." He chuckled lightly against your ear.

You felt your eyes water more, but this time out of relief. You nodded softly and leaned back against him.

Guzma

You gave a sigh of satisfaction as you basked in the warmth of Alola.

The day was pleasant, you, Guzma, and his gang had decided to head to the beach for a much needed day off.

Your swimsuit cover still laid across your frame, you liked how it basically covered all your "problem" spots.

You crossed your legs as you laid on the beach chair, deciding to take up some sun bathing since it felt so nice.

You watched Guzma play in the water with some of the grunts, their obnoxious laughter echoing through the air.

You smiled softly, your eyes crinkling up a bit. Part of you wanted to join them.

You had worn a swim suit today, even the one that Guzma seemed to like, but you just couldn't do it. Not today anyways, the negative thoughts too loud.

You peered down at yourself, the smile melting from your face.

You looked up when you heard the sand crunching from ahead. Your boyfriend completely drenched, but a playful grin on his features.

"Those guys are somethin' else. Haven't been able to let loose like this in too long!" He exclaimed and sat on the seat next to you, grabbing a towel to dry his hair of the saltwater.

"You guys seem to be having a blast out there for sure!" You replied with a grin on your own.

He looked up at you, onyx eyes meeting yours. "Why dont you come join us? You've just been sitting here since we got here. Who goes to the beach JUST to sun bath?" He joked and the added. "You aren't a Fomantis the last time I checked."

You gave a forced smile in reply. "I'm having fun just observing, Guz. Promise."

This caused his gaze to lower and it seemed to look right through you.

"Babe." He began and continued when you blinked at him. "Tell me the reason why you're still out here. I can tell when something is bothering you." He said and you felt your chest tighten.

You pushed the sunglasses to the top of your head, observing him intently. You stayed quiet for a few seconds, and it seemed like you both were having a stare down.

Your will broke first. As normal.

"I hate you sometimes." You started and stuck your tongue out. You gave a low sigh. "Its just..."

He watched and listened silently, though his gaze was softer.

You gripped your cover against you. "I don't think I look that good today, is all."

This caused Guzma to immediately grunt. "Did someone say something to you? I swear to Arceus, I will END them."

You shook your head furiously. "No! It's all me, I promise. No ones fault but mine."

Guzma rose to his feet, and grabbed your wrist and started leading you to the water.

"G-Guzma? Wait! I don't, I cant!" You protested and tried to free yourself.

Guzma stopped and looked back at you, an idea crossing his mind. He quickly undid the tie that tied your swimsuit cover together and threw it towards the chairs.

This caused you to try to cover yourself, the thoughts becoming worse than before. Fear that everyone could see your "problem" areas.

He gave you a large smile and pointed his thumb towards himself. "Baby, you're the hottest person in the entire world. And I mean that." He said and you blushed.

He then turned around and shouted loudly. "Ey! You guys!"

This caused everyone, grunts and Plumeria to look towards you.

You were gonna kill him.

He stood next to you and gripped your shoulders. "Dont Y/N look fine as hell today?" He asked the group and the group cried out in shouts of cheer and nodding.

"Y/N always looks good!"

"Very nice!"

"Come hang, Y/N! Put that swimming suit to use!"

"Hell yeah!"

You cheeks burned but you felt the thoughts diminish as Guzma gave you a kiss to the cheek.

"What I tell ya? Perfection."

You punched his arm lightly. "Thanks Guz, I mean it."

#milo #leon #guzma #milo x reader #leon x reader #guzma x reader #plus size reader

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jschllatt · 3 years

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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Prompt: (Based off of the song I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys) Clay’s recent fame leads to a difficult decision to be made. Months later, he’s still regretful. You seem to be fine, so why can’t he move on, too?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, slight angst

Pairing: Dream x GN!Reader

Words: 2.5k

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I spent a week on this and idk how I feel about it but I hope you enjoy <3

Clay had been consumed by an overwhelming emptiness, his entire body hollow as the lack of your presence took its toll.

Two months. Two devastating months had passed since he’d made a grave mistake, and now he was facing the agonous repercussions. He was a mess—anyone could see it. Between his long, disheveled hair, the light scruff that covered his face, and his bloodshot eyes, it was clear that Clay’s mind had been somewhere else. And it had been. Every passing second was a constant reminder of his solitude, causing the emptiness in his heart to evolve into a deep, incessant void, no longer inhabited by the happiness you had ingrained in him just months before. Why? Clay was overcome with a sense of deep regret as a result of your absence, feeling more alone than he ever had before. What could have possibly happened to make him feel this way? To make you leave? The answer was rather simple—he was just too damn busy.

Clay had dedicated a considerable amount of time to his career, filming or streaming during the little free time he had. As he grew more popular, the time that you had spent in each other’s presence dwindled significantly, each day becoming lonelier than the last. Your interactions with him had shortened drastically—what were once long, lingering kisses placed on your forehead had devolved into chaste pecks, void of any true care or meaning. While you understood entirely that Clay’s career was important, you found yourself slowly losing hope.

You realized it one day as he was filming.

It was a day no different from the last. Clay was recording a Manhunt video in his office, his voice shrill as he begged his friends for mercy. He was always loud when he filmed, and though you had chastised him for it countless times, he never listened. A loud sigh escaped your lips, going unheard, and you shifted your position on the couch, uncomfortable. Everyday seemed to be the same—each as lonely and frustrating as the last. Clay’s ignorance only fueled your apathy towards your relationship more, and you couldn’t help but find yourself growing hopeless at the thought of Clay being unaware of your unhappiness. Your troubled thoughts continued until a week had passed—a long, grueling week in which you had hopelessly tried to burrow your apathetic thoughts. But you couldn’t. You were giving up. The realization of your unhappiness made a pit grow in your stomach. You knew that you cared about Clay, but you couldn’t keep living the way you were—tired, unacknowledged, pitiful.

And so, you let him go.

Clay was editing by the time you gathered the courage to face him, your stomach nauseous as you approached his office door. A light knock signaled your presence, and Clay muttered a quiet ‘come in,’ his voice raspy after hours of unuse. Blowing out a breath, you entered the room, your expression sullen upon noticing Clay’s inattentiveness. His eyes were still glued to his monitor, deeply focused on editing rather than your presence. You waited for a few seconds, silently hoping he would pay you any mind, but he didn’t. A wave of disappointment washed over you, though you managed to keep your voice steady as you declared, “We should break up.” Clay tensed in his seat, suddenly fixated on your words rather than the hours worth of footage he was editing. His chair turned with a quiet squeak as he swiveled around to face you. “What?” You sensed the subtle indignation of his tone as he squinted confusedly at your abrupt words. “We should break up.” You were much quieter this time, unable to meet his eyes as your words died silently in the tense air. You wrung your hands together anxiously as you leaned back on your heels, feeling awkward under Clay’s intense gaze. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and dealt with it. Maybe—

“Okay.”

Immediately, your eyes flickered up to meet his, filled with a silent desperation as you searched his emerald irises for any indication of his intentions. Nothing.

“Okay?”

Clay remained silent for a moment, his body stiff as he leaned back in his noisy chair. His expression was inscrutable as he stared at you blankly, trying to find the right words to say as he watched your face remain solemn at his confound brevity. His voice was level as he spoke, “I know I’ve been busy lately. We haven’t spent a lot of time together and that’s my fault. I could sit here and promise to change, but we both know I can’t—not right now.” Though you felt your heart shatter, you knew he was right. His job was too important, too time consuming.

A nod signaled your understanding and you turned to leave, feeling overwhelmingly dejected.

“Hey.” You turned around to meet Clay’s eyes, noticing the hurt that was settled in them. “I hope you know I care about you.” You fought the urge to cry and shot him a watery smile, struggling to keep your tone unwavering as you agreed, “Me too.”

Two months had passed.

Clay had been struggling. Everyone knew it—his friends, family, even his fans. It was clear that the once cheerful, happy man had become melancholy, suddenly depressed and unable to hide his unhappiness on camera. There had been numerous speculations of why this was, but only few knew the truth. Sapnap was among one of them and had been staying at Clay’s for the past month, creating content with his best friend while simultaneously making sure he was okay. Though two months had passed, Clay was still a mess. Perhaps it was because it hadn’t hit him that day. He had momentarily convinced himself that his career was more important than you, but deep down he knew that wasn’t true. He wanted so desperately to reach out to you, but assumed you had moved on—another incorrect belief of his. Clay cooped himself up in his home, never leaving unless it was urgent. He had sunken into a deep depression and the only remedy for his pain was you. You. He treated you so poorly. Everyday was a constant reminder of your absence and it was his fault. He could’ve made more time for you, or at least spent the free time he had with you.

Remorseful thoughts ran through his head everyday, nearly driving himself crazy, and Sapnap knew he needed to get Clay out of the house.

“There’s a party tonight, I think we should go.” Clay immediately denied the offer with a shake of his head, grumbling to himself. His best friend sighed indignantly, blowing out a breath of frustration before stating, “You don’t have a choice, you need to get out of the house.” Sapnap stood his ground, arms crossed as he stared at Clay sternly. A minute had passed and Clay, aware of his best friend’s stubbornness, gave in begrudgingly, “Fine, but only for an hour.” Sapnap grinned triumphantly, exiting the room with a smirk. He slammed the door behind him, heading back to his room while yelling, “And shave, for fuck sake.” Clay shook his head, cracking a small smile at his friend’s words.

The party was overwhelming to say the least. Bodies swarmed the crowded living room, reeking of alcohol and sweat. Music blared from a speaker, a shrill, nearly deafening melody that was sure to give Clay a headache by the end of the night. The room was buzzing with conversation, every word drowning out in the loud atmosphere. Almost immediately, Clay was passed a beer, and he lifted the bottle to his lips to take a swig. If Sapnap was going to make him stay here, he may as well take some edge off while doing so. A few minutes had passed and he finished the bottle, discarding it in a bin nearby. “I’m gonna go get another drink.” Clay muttered to Sapnap, who was talking loudly to a group of people he’d recognized. His best friend patted his back in response, chuckling as he gave him a playful shove towards the kitchen. Stumbling through the drunken crowd, Clay soon broke free as he neared his destination. He grabbed a beer, opening it skillfully off of the edge of a table, and turned around wordlessly. Taking a big sip, he hoped to free his mind from thoughts of you. Though he wasn’t one to drink, especially when upset, Clay knew that, aside from you, alcohol was the only other solution to temporarily mask his pain. He’d already drank half before he warned himself to slow down, knowing that if he got too drunk, he’d probably do something he regretted. Turning around so he could rejoin Sapnap, Clay nearly dropped his drink on the floor, feeling his heart drop.

His eyes met yours. And then, he heard the music.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathin’ in your dust.

Clay felt his breath hitch in his throat, noticing the surprise in your eyes as you stared at him, astonished. As he stood there, staring at you shamelessly, he regretted it—everything. He regretted how he neglected you, ignored you, prioritized all of the wrong things when the only right thing in his life was right in front of him: you. Memories flashed before his eyes, quick and familiar, yet saddening all the same. The way you smiled at him from across the room when he was filming, the way you held him when he was stressed, the way you spoke to him, softly, while he was streaming to check up on him. Everything.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

You looked away, suddenly nervous, though the eye contact was all-too-familiar. You felt your heart begin to race as you processed every detail of Clay’s face—from his anxious expression to the dark circles beneath his eyes. He looked like a mess. But so did you. You mirrored most of his tired, dejected qualities because you, too, were hurting.

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

Snapping you out of your daze, you felt a tug on your arm. “Hey, you alright?” Your friend asked worriedly. Nodding briskly, you muttered a quiet ‘yeah’ and smiled in a poor attempt to sound convincing. Seconds passed, and you could still feel the intensity of Clay’s burning gaze as your friend tugged you through the crowd, handing you a drink in the process. You dared to look up, instantly locking eyes with Clay, and swallowed thickly. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, not when he was looking at you like that—desperate, longing.

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Lifting up the red solo cup to your lips, you downed its contents quickly, eliciting a few laughs and impressed hollers from your friends. You were never the type to drink, but you felt that it was necessary, especially when you knew Clay was still staring at you intently. Downing another shot, you risked glancing up towards Clay, but he was gone. Suddenly anxious as a result of his absence, you surveyed the room. Nothing. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” You said before you could stop yourself, not giving your friends the chance to answer you before you ventured into the kitchen. You tried to dodge the swaying, drunken bodies as you made your way quickly into the room, frowning upon entry. Clay wasn’t there either. You sighed, frustrated, and grabbed a beer, struggling to open it. You nearly laughed at your incompetence, feeling sadly nostalgic despite the humor you found in your struggles—Clay had always opened your beers, then teased you for being incapable. You fought back an onslaught of tears at the memory and sighed deeply, leaning against the table with your head in your hands.

Secrets I have held in my heart.

“Hey.” Your body jolted at the sound of his voice. Daring to turn around, you felt your chest constrict at the sight of him clutching your now-opened beer, a sad smile plastered on his tired features.

Are harder to hide than I thought.

“Hey.” You breathed. Clay passed the beer to your shaking hand, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed against yours. Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously as he tried to find the right words to say, Clay admitted, “I’m sorry.” A few quiet moments passed, though they felt like an eternity, and you replied simply, “Don’t be.” You tried to hide the tremor that shook your arm as you took another swig of your beer, noticing how Clay’s face fell in sudden disappointment. What? Did you say the wrong thing? You didn’t want Clay to feel guilty, to blame himself for your failed relationship though it was mostly his fault. Why? Because you cared about him. You could immediately sense the despair that washed over him. And, though you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or the pure adrenaline from the moment, you hugged him.

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Clay tensed at your touch, wondering if the beer had gotten to him or if this really was happening. It was. He soon wrapped his arms around your waist, grip purposeful as he tugged you into him. Your head rested against his chest, the steady thumping of his heartbeat in your ear far more of a melodic sound compared to any music you’d ever listened to.

Wanna be yours

Clay swayed the two of you softly, resting his chin atop your head. You clung to him tightly, shutting your eyes as he held you, gentle. “I missed you so much.” You admitted before your mind could even process it. Clay chuckled, lowering his head so his lips were close to your ear, “I missed you more, baby.” You tried to fight the grin that plastered itself on your face as you took in his words, squeezing his torso with such force you were sure he’d explode. Clay went to speak again, caressing your sides so gently you could barely feel it, before being interrupted.

“Holy shit, there you are, dumbass!”

Sapnap.

Clay pulled away from you to glare at his best friend, trying to ignore the shit eating grin on Sapnap’s face as he glanced at you. “My bad, I didn’t mean to interrupt...whatever the hell I just interrupted. I just wanted to make sure you were alright, but you clearly are.” Before either of you could respond, he left, shooting his friend a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd. You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction, noticing the slight rosiness Clay’s cheeks had suddenly sported, embarrassed. “Sorry about that, he…” Clay struggled to find the perfect word to describe his best friend, but trailed off. “Yeah.” You agreed, seemingly understanding what he meant despite his silence. Clay laughed, then. The sound was music to your ears, and when his smile faded, the two of you were serious again. Clay’s hand found refuge in yours as he began to speak, his face solemn as he confessed, “I lied. I can change. I will right now if you want me to—I’d do anything for you.”

Wanna be yours

You smiled lovingly at the man, interlocking the fingers of his hand that wasn’t already occupied in yours, and pulled him closer to you, wanting him near.

Wanna be yours

“Deal.”

#dream imagine #dreamwastaken imagine #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dream angst #dreamwastaken angst #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt angst

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Yellow Roses

The first time was a learning experience.

Bumblebee had been innocent to the ways of human gift-giving back then, unsure of what to get or where to get it, but after using the internet and looking up where to buy gifts for humans, he found that there was a gift shop down the street from where the Autobot base was, and he begged and pleaded with Sari for some of her allowance money “for something important”.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to get. What he was sure of, though, was that he was completely enamored with you and had been since day one- and he couldn’t bring himself to confess yet, but if he didn’t channel his feelings somehow, they were going to burst.

But as he approached the gift shop on that sunny day in Detroit, no other than Optimus Prime walked out and bumped into him. Thankfully, before he could fall back at the impact, Optimus reached out and caught him, placing him back on his feet with one strong servo.

“P-Prime, hey!” Bumblebee grinned and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. He knew he wasn’t guilty of anything nefarious, per say, but he had no idea how Optimus would feel about him being in love with a human and wanting to buy gifts for said human with money that wasn’t his. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh, nothing much...” The other Autobot blatantly lied and hid a bouquet of blue and gold flowers that Bee didn’t know the name of behind his back, face burning the brightest shade of red the smaller bot had ever seen it. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

“I don’t know, I mean, what do humans even like?” Bumblebee muttered without thinking, and upon seeing Optimus’s optics widen, he raised his servos defensively and shook his head. “I mean, uh-! Never mind! What’s up with the flowers?”

“Ah,” Optimus gave an awkward grin and held the flowers in front of him instead of continuing to hide them, probably realizing that it was too late and Bumblebee had already seen them. The younger bot wondered if they were for Optimus or for someone else, but he didn’t dare ask, only listening to his leader talk. “I learned that unlike some other organic planets, on earth, it’s considered rude to pick plants if they’re in close proximity to someone’s home or in front of a public building or park unless they’re a specific type called weeds, which flowers aren’t, but I wanted to buy some for someone, so I came here to pick them up after asking Sari about it. Are you gift buying, too?”

“Well, yeah, I guess you could say that,” Bumblebee looked away and held his forearm in one servo, anxiously shifting his weight between his stabilizing servos. It felt like him and Optimus Prime had reached into the cookie jar and caught each other.

Bumblebee didn’t dare ask who the flowers were for even though he was dying to know in fear that Optimus would ask who he was at the gift shop for in return. An uncomfortable silence fell onto them momentarily, both of them quiet and staring at each other with the noise of traffic and the bustling Detroit citizens walking on the pavement who kept passing by to keep them company.

“I’ve been doing some reading since Sari’s birthday is in a few months,” Optimus tried to continue the conversation and cleared his throat. “The customs for gift giving can involve about anything when it comes to human girls, but the most common are flowers, books, chocolates, jewelry, clothing, video games, or gifts of practicality, which just seem to be hygiene products and things they can use in their daily lives. Gift cards and vouchers with money on them are also common, but considered less personable, so I wouldn’t go that route if you’re close with the one you’re buying for unless they specifically ask for it.”

“Oh... I gotcha. Good ideas, bossbot!” Bumblebee smiled again, the corners of his lip-plates sore from how forced it was due to his nerves.

What if Optimus had figured it out? That would defeat the whole point of his plan; buy you nice things and leave them at your door in the middle of the night without his name attached. It was simple and easy, but if Optimus knew before he even got to try it?

Well. That made it a lot harder.

Thankfully, though, Optimus gave him a nod and bid him a good afternoon, then walked away.

Bumblebee found himself letting out a sigh of relief.

Thank Primus...

...Hours later, Bumblebee regretted all of his life decisions. He was sitting, holed up in his room with one audial pressed up against your wall. It was a terrible habit of his, but he eavesdropped on you pretty frequently when he heard bits and pieces of you talking through the wall, and he was doing it right now.

He wasn’t sure how he had expected it to go, but when he dropped the bouquet of yellow roses at your bedroom doorstep when you were out for lunch and no one was in the halls, he had hoped that you would simply take the flowers, appreciate them, and never say another word. However, you were currently telling Sari about it, which made sense considering that the young girl dropped by your room often and asked you to do her hair or makeup as an excuse to spend time with you- you were an adult, a lot older than Sari, but the two of you got along very well considering that you were the only one who actually knew how to take care of her properly when Isaac Sumdac wasn’t around.

“I have no idea!” You exclaimed, no doubt in reference to the flowers. Bumblebee cringed. What if Sari made the connection that the money he had borrowed from her was for that? What if she told everyone, or what if you told everyone, and Prime realized why he was at that gift shop and let his secret slip? “I can only assume it was you or one of the guys, but like... I don’t know who.”

“Yeah, I have no idea! It wasn’t me, I would’ve just given ‘em to you. We should dig deeper, (y/n)!”

Oh. Oh, Primus, no.

“I’m not sure, Sari, whoever it was probably dropped it off like that for a reason,” Bumblebee heard you sigh, and at the same time, he let out a sigh of relief. Maybe you would just forget about it and-

“Wait! Do you have a secret admirer!?”

Dammit. Maybe not.

“I... Highly doubt that, the only one I’d be interested in anyways is-” You started, and then cut yourself off in a way that made Bumblebee’s spark shatter and crumble into little pieces inside his chassis. You were single, but you were already into someone? What if it wasn’t him? He’d understand, of course- Prime was stronger, Prowl was smooth, Bulkhead was talented, and Ratchet was intelligent. Compared to them, he felt like he didn’t have much to offer you. Everyone around him was amazing, and he was just there, but... He loved you, and he wanted you to know how loved you were. So, whether you’d love him back or not, he’d keep giving everything he had to you; even if the way in which he went about it was indirect. “Actually, never mind, but your braids are done-”

“No, wait, you can’t just gloss past that!” Sari whined. Bee almost didn’t want to hear the rest of your discussion, but he couldn’t keep himself from listening. “Who is it, who is it!?

“Let’s just go play Animal Crossing in the living room, we can talk about all of that at a later date, yeah?” You offered, voice laced with both your amusement and confusion.

“Fine, fine, but you have to tell me soon! Pinky promise.”

“Fine, pinky promise. Now let’s go.”

Bumblebee heard your door open and close, followed by what he presumed to be you and Sari’s footsteps in the hallway. The sound eventually dissipated.

The Autobot was left to lay back on his berth and stare at the ceiling with a huff.

You were telling others about the gift he left, trying to get to the bottom of it, and you were into someone or somebot he didn’t even know about.

What had he gotten himself into?

The second time, he felt a little better about it. It was a week later and he hadn’t heard any discussion of the subject amongst the other Autobots, so he assumed nothing had come from it.

But, as he lounged on the living room couch, he jumped upon you sitting down on the couch’s arm- right by where his head was laid.

It made sense that he had been jumpier around you over the past few days. Part of it was the usual I’m-in-love-with-you-and-super-tense-about-it jumpiness that he had become accustomed to, but it was made worse by the fact that he was guilty; guilty of keeping a secret from you, of indirectly lying to you. He could’ve done it the one time with the roses and let it die down after, but when you’d talked about your old game controller breaking the night before at the dinner table, he hadn’t been able to help himself- he went and got it along with a new bouquet of yellow roses, left it in front of your room later that night, knocked, and ran away.

It was the next day, and understandably, he’d been anxious about it. It was better than the first time, but he was just hoping you wouldn’t talk about it.

Of course, he was never that lucky, and you looked at him with the controller literally in your hands.

“Hey, Bee, do you know anything about this?” You asked.

Had he been caught? Did you know? Or were you just trying to get information from him in case he knew something? Unsure, he decided to play it safe and act oblivious.

“Huh? What’s that?”

“I’m taking that as a no, but someone left this new controller on my doorstep with a bouquet of roses? I needed a new one, but I only mentioned it to you and the others, so I think it’s one of you guys... But this is the second time I’ve received a gift without any name on it and I’m really confused. I’ve done some asking around, but the only one who seems to know anything is Optimus, and he won’t give me any hints and insists that he has no idea what I’m talking about.”

Great. So, Optimus probably realized why Bumblebee had been at the gift shop last week. Well... From what you said, it sounded like Optimus was at least decent enough to stay out of his business and keep the secret for him- or try to, at least.

“Yeah? That’s weird, I don’t really know why he’d be like that about it... Wanna play Streetfighter?”

“Sure, but I’m just super confused, man,” You muttered, turning on the playstation and giving a frustrated huff. The game quickly turned on, and while Bee took the old controller, you connected your brand new one and chose your stage, your character being Akuma. Bee chose Ken to fight with and listened to you continue as the game started. “I thought the first time might’ve just been a one-off thing, but it’s happened again, and the flowers were one thing, but now it’s flowers and a new controller. Anyone else would be creeped out, and I’m not creeped out- more flattered than anything since I know it’s from you or one of the other Autobots- but this is really expensive... I’d at least like to be able to say thank you!”

“That makes sense, I think I’d feel the same way,” The black and yellow bot mumbled. The game had hardly started and he was already losing due to his inability to focus- it was so bad that he couldn’t even combat you when you crowded his character into the corner and kicked him over and over and over again. His health bar dropped to zero, signaling that you’d won round one.

Round two started, and he did a little better; actually jumping away from your cornering attempts and offering some blasts and punches, but by the time it ended, he’d only gotten you down to half health, and you were delivering your final blow. Ken fell to the ground, Akuma still standing.

You didn’t even press replay despite being player one. No, instead, you let out a huff and stared at the ceiling. Bumblebee found himself resting his helm against your thigh without thinking, enjoying the warmth against his faceplates. You two were best friends, very comfortable with each other and with physical affection, so you didn’t mind it, only running a gentle hand over one of his audials in return.

Both of you set your controllers down. It was obvious that both of you were so focused on the subject of your anonymous gifts that the game didn’t catch either of your interests like it usually would.

“I might try to ask Optimus about it again tomorrow... Information extraction,” You joked, but Bumblebee quickly sat up and objected.

“Wait, I don’t think that’s such a good idea!”

“Huh? Why not? He’s the only one who’s given me so much as a reaction,” You argued and stood up to turn the game system off, then started pacing around the room. “And I guess his eyes getting all wide ‘n stuff may have just been something else, but like... It’s all I’ve got to go on.”

“Yeah, but you know how the bossbot is,” Bee stood as well, trying his hardest not to look like he was in the midst of blowing a circuit from the panic that was currently taking over his processor. “He shuts down when you push him too hard. If he knows anything about it, you gotta wait for him to come to you with that sweet info.”

“You’re probably right, Bee, thanks for the advice,” You smiled, and then walked to him to put a hand on his shoulder plate. “I’m gonna go to bed, ‘kay? Goodnight.”

You looked into his optics, and oh Primus, he was gone; your eyes were such a beautiful shade of (e/c), and your smile was so beautiful, and you were so beautiful, and he was so in love-

Quickly, he realized that he was taking too long to respond, so he quickly stammered something out.

“G-Goodnight...”

And then, you left, swiftly turning and walking out of the living room.

Bumblebee found himself letting out a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he missed you desperately.

He wished he’d given you a hug goodnight.

And, as he stood alone in the dark living room, he thought back to how exactly he’d ended up in his current predicament; painfully in love with a human, giving them things without having the courage to do it face-to-face, life feeling like it was falling apart with every hour that passed without him being able to kiss you and tell you how much he loved you like he so desperately wanted to.

He’d loved you from the very start, and as bold as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to tell you- he was just too scared, but...

What if this was what finally gave it away...?

The third time was what ended up blowing his cover. He should’ve left it alone, and he had told himself that after the last time- it was far too close of a call when you talked about Optimus knowing something, and he was so obvious with his own emotions during that, too... He wouldn’t do it again.

But then, he was shopping with Sari that day and saw a (f/c) hoodie that was just your size and style, and he decided you had to had it. So, when Sari was distracted at a different store, he got the hoodie, along with a new notebook, some pens, and a stuffed bee. He bought the gifts for you and put them in a nice gift bag with some paper, then left them by your door and disappeared before anyone could see him.

He was sitting in the living room yet again. It was late at night, and though him and his team had spent most of that night playing board games and catching up with a movie playing in the background, they’d all went to bed hours ago, leaving him to think by himself.

He’d lost at every game; Uno, Monopoly, Candyland, Sorry, Cards Against Humanity, and Scrabble, all because he was staring at you the entire time.

Why couldn’t he just get over himself and confess already? It was selfish to keep hiding from you, because what if the one you’d mentioned being interested in was actually him? And even if it wasn’t him, was it fair for you to think that he saw you as a friend when he was secretly in love with you? Was it fair for you to keep receiving gifts and never knowing who they were from?

Speak of the devil, though- the second Bumblebee looked up from where he was standing in the middle of the room, you were leaning against the doorway, wearing the hoodie he’d bought you and a pair of pajama shorts. You looked sleepy with your (h/l) (h/c) hair a mess and your soft hands rubbing the bleariness out of your (e/c) eyes.

“Bee?” You mumbled.

“(y/n), where’d you just come from? You look tired! You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m tired, but I’m fine. I was in the hallway, kinda waiting for everyone else to go to bed so I could talk to you, but... It took me a minute to come in here.” Bumblebee walked towards you and raised his optical ridge. His spark sank to the floor because oh Primus, was this it? Was it finally happening?

“Oh, uh... Why do you need to talk to me alone? What’s up?”

You averted your gaze and gently grabbed one of his servos with your hand, holding it tightly. Bumblebee took a sharp intake. You were about to start talking, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it.

“I know it’s you,” You confessed with a guilty smile. Bumblebee froze in place and cringed. “I feel bad, but my curiosity was killing me, so I asked around some more and did a lot of prying- Optimus seemed like he was hiding something when I talked to him about it, so I pried until he gave up and told me that he suspected it was you; that he’d seen you at a gift shop the day I got the first bouquet, that he’d seen you lingering in the hallways the past few times I’ve gotten something, etcetera. He gave me enough details that I pieced it together, so... Yeah.”

“Well, at least it’s out of the way,” Bumblebee laughed out loud, and surprisingly, you smiled back at him. This wasn’t how he wanted it to come out, but he wasn’t sure it would have come out at all if not for this. “Getting human money without a real job is hard! Glad I could at least confess without having to do it so much that I went bankrupt.”

“Bee...” You started again, peering up at him, but he felt like he wasn’t ready for what was going to happen next. Were you about to reject him? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out.

“Well, now that that’s done, I’m gonna go ahead and go to bed! I could use a really good recharge right about now-”

“Bee-” You cut him off with a pout and gripped his servo, obviously not done, but he only continued in hopes that you would give it up and let him escape the situation.

“Goodnight, (y/n)-”

“Bee!” You yelled and pulled him towards you by his wrist so you could get in his face. “For God’s sake, man, stop and listen to me talk for a second!”

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I just-” He tossed his hands up defensively, ready to spill his circuits out, only for you to cut him off.

“You don’t think I love you back, right? You’re such a dolt!” You exclaimed.

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” Bumblebee yelled back at you, processor only catching the insult before he thought back on ‘I love you back’ and froze. “...Oh. Sorry.”

“I mean I’ve loved you for months now! Even before I realized it, I think I would’ve been more than open to dating you at any point in time, I mean... You’re pretty great. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Well, uh-” Bumblebee stopped and took in a deep intake, then sighed and linked your fingers with his digits so he could hold your hand properly. The anxiety that had been building up over you for so long now was finally leaving his body and being replaced by relief.“I don’t know. I feel kinda stupid now.”

“C’mere,” You mumbled and wrapped an arm around him. He hugged you back, taking you into his arms and resting his chin on top of your head... He could get used to that. You were warm and soft as you relaxed your body against his and allowed yourself to be held. You let go of his servo in favor of curling your hands and arms up by his chest. “Thank you for the gifts. They were really sweet and I loved them all, so... I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

“Return the favor? This is more than enough to return the favor!” He grinned, only hugging you tighter. “I’ve always wanted to just, like, hug you like this-”

“You can kiss me, too, if you want,” You offered, which had him pulling back to look down at you, spark lit aflame.

“Really?” Bumblebee asked, just to be sure.

“Of course.”

There was a moment of silence; hesitance from both ends. It was true that, while both of you had been physically affectionate as friends, you’d never kissed, and Bumblebee had certainly never kissed a human. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, but he had no idea what to do now that it was actually happening.

Thankfully, you took the initiative and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, hands on the back of his neck. You looked up at him one more time before standing on your tip-toes so you could gently press your lips against his. Bumblebee was frozen still for a moment as he processed your warm, soft lips against his cool metal plating, but after the tension faded, he found himself resting his servos on your hips and melted into it.

One kiss turned into many; again, again, and again, you moved your lips against his in a manner so intoxicating that he couldn’t get enough of it.

Eventually, though, you pulled away and smiled up at him, but now that he had gotten to kiss you like that, he couldn’t help but want more.

“I, uh... I’m not sure the favor has been returned yet,” Bumblebee averted his optics from your eyes, able to feel his spark beating faster. “I might need one more kiss just to be sure-”

You chuckled, cutting him off by leaning up again and sloppily pushing your lips against his- and, with that, he was gone.

#bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #tfa optimus prime #optimus prime #tfa #transformers animated #transformers #fanfiction #x reader #bumblebee x reader #fluff #bulkhead #tfa bulkhead #bumblebee is the simpiest simp #and we love him for it #king goes bzbzbzbzbz #haha totally not writing comfort content rn bc jenny jinya released a new comic no sir

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camboy part three

a/n: i am so happy to finally get this fic out. it’s been something i am honoured to write and i’m glad you all have been enjoying it too. this is gonna be the last part, and yeah, i feel as if my fic is rushed but i didn’t want to make it toooo long, if that makes sense. i hope you all enjoyed reading :)

pairings: camboy!akaashi x female!reader

warnings: slight angst towards the beginning, vaginal penetration, oral (giving and receiving)

words: 2128

part one | part two

“akaashi…” you noticed the familiar set up to the way the cam boy has. the bed, the walls, even the pretty skirts, some of the toys he’s brought out before sitting on the bed beside him, “what are you doing?”

“y-y/n...” his voice was shocked and shaking, unsure and embarrassed from what you had just caught him doing.

he tried his best to hide and cover himself up, flipping the skirt down and trying to cover himself with the blankets on the bed. he was scared. he never wanted you to see him like this. not now, not yet.

“i-i can explain!” he tried to hide his actions, as tears welled up in his soft turquoise coloured eyes.

“w-why do you have the same bedsheets and set up as him... that camboy- why are you wearing a skirt? why did i find a skirt in the washing, was it your girlfriend? why didn’t you tell me?” you started to cry as the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled off your tongue.

you hated that you were here right now, that you were watching this now with your very own two eyes. you hated that you had to comfort the man you love over something that you accidentally walked in on. you wondered if there was a girl in the room too.

“is there a girl in here right now? your girlfrie-”

“there’s no girl.”

despite akaashi being anxious, his voice was surprisingly calm. his voice was soft, almost as if he was trying to calm both you and him down at this very moment.

“you-you shouldn’t lie to me about these things... akaashi... you don’t know how much it hurts me...” you sobbed, tears rolling down your face as you buried your head in yours hands.

akaashi took the skirt off, undressing as you cried. he knew it was rude, but he didn’t want you to see him like this. he got dressed up properly as quick as he could. pulling you into his arms, he set you down on the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. he hated how disgusting his room felt all of a sudden, that it wasn’t his room anymore. thankfully, his sheets had been washed so they weren’t stained with his cum. you had seen him as someone else this whole time, yet he never thought you of all people would’ve known about his camboy job.

“i’m sorry that i never told you about my job as a camboy. i was too embarrassed to say anything, thinking that you would think so low of me. i don’t have a girlfriend, the skirts are mine and i didn’t realise you were going to see. i’m sorry to have made you upset, y/n.”

his voice was still soft and calming. tears stopped flowing from your eyes after hearing him confess his true feelings on the matter. it made you feel a little better about yourself, knowing that what you had thought about him wasn’t exactly true.

“akaashi...” you pulled your head away from his chest, seeing how your tears had made marks on his dark blue shirt.

knowing he didn’t have a girlfriend, that he was single, you thought as if now was maybe the right time to tell him the truth.

“akaashi i love you. i’ve always loved you and i didn’t know how to tell you. i was scared... so scared when i found the skirt because i thought that i had lost all my chances of being with you. akaashi- i-i want to be with you. i want to be close to you. to touch you, to feel you, there’s so much i want yet i’m too scared to admit because i’m scared you don’t feel the same way.”

he smiled softly, his hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek.

“you really don’t think i feel the same way. you must be oblivious, my dear y/n. i have also loved you for so long, and didn’t know how to tell you. we’re in the same boat, love.”

almost as if it were on cue, you cried again. you didn’t know why you were crying- maybe it was because all your feelings had finally been understood and weight had lifted from your shoulders and faded in with the thin air. he held you again.

“y/n, will you be my girlfriend? i wanted to ask you out in a better way than this, but will you be mine?”

“i-i will. i’m sure. i want to be yours, and i want you to be mine.”

“you’ll only be mine, and i’ll only be yours,” akaashi said softly as his lips ghosted softly over your forehead.

he set the two of you down on the bed, turning the lights off and letting darkness fill the bedroom. akaashi tucked you in under the sheets, kissing your forehead sotly.

“i love you. always have.”

the night was like a blur. one minute, you were asleep. next, you were awake. having akaashi’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you, made you feel safe and protected. you were happy, watching how the man slept next to you. his features beautiful. you loved how beautiful he was.

akaashi never understood just how beautiful he was to everyone around him. he grew up with compliments from family, “you’re such a gorgeous boy, keiji” but he had never thought anything about them. it’s not that he didn’t believe that the comments were true, it’s that he didn’t know how to respond to them. what was everyone seeing that he couldn’t see?

he had always thought he was just a normal boy.

one who people would see in their everyday lives and notice, yet, not think much about or question. he hated being the centre of attention, yet, he had chosen the spotlight as a camboy.

he wanted to hide himself from everyone, unsure about how they would act if they knew what he looked like in real life. would they ‘fall for him’? would they think he’s beautiful? probably not - he was sure that if he showed his face to his fans they would all just call him ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’.

yet, the factor that made him the most anxious was ‘what if someone who knew him saw him doing this’? how would they feel about him then? what if it was one of his old mates from volleyball or even bokuto? they would be disgusted in him, right?

softly, you traced your finger over akaashi’s cheek. you had never seen him like this before, completely vulnerable for you. he never wanted to show off a sign of weakness, but here, having you in his arms made akaashi feel as if he could protect someone he holds dear to him.

he slept happily, knowing that you felt the same way. he didn’t want to admit or even show how happy he was. akaashi wanted to pick you up in his arms and spin you around in the air with a gigantic smile on his face. he wanted to show you the most love he could muster and make you feel safe and at home with him.

it was the start of something new for akaashi.

something he wanted and craved so desperately.

something he could start and build with you.

you.

the person he loves. you.

the day went by quickly and akaashi found himself sitting at his desk with thoughts clouding his mind. he needed the money, he really needed it. but, at the same time he never wanted to make you uncomfortable with what he was doing.

akaashi knew that you seeing other girls fall in love with his body and make sexual comments about him would make you jealous. even if you were to shake your head and say ‘it’s alright, i don’t mind’, he still knew that you would be clutching your fists with jealously. that you would get upset and probably even cry. akaashi wasn’t going to put you in that spotlight.

“i’m going to quit being a camboy.”

his statement had almost made you drop your glass. what had made him decide to stop being a camboy?

“w-why, what made you decide to stop?” you asked, setting your glass down on the table.

“you’d be uncomfortable. i’d be comfortable if you were a cam girl, so i’m not going to put you in a predicament where you’re going to not be okay with it,” he explained.

silently, you thanked akaashi, happy with the choice that he had made. it’s almost funny that he knew how you were feeling without you having to address your concerns out loud.

“thank you,” you mumbled softly.

a week at most had gone by. the apartment had been changed around. you had moved all your items into akaashi’s room, which was the biggest room of the apartment. even though the two of you had been living in this apartment for a few years, it still felt as if it was the first time you and him were moving in together.

your old bedroom had been changed into a guest room. the whole apartment had been changed up. it used to feel as if it was a small apartment that two roommates shared. now, it felt as a place you and akaashi could both call home.

lips hungrily attacked each other as you straddled akaashi on the bed. his back was pressed up against the headboard, his hands on your hips as the two of you made out.

your lips moved down to his neck, kissing and sucking softly, mumbling, “i want you.”

“are you sure?” he pulled away, looking into your eyes.

you nodded your head, “very sure.”

akaashi smirked, guiding you down to be in line with his hard length. your hands toyed with his pants, pulling them plus his boxers down. akaashi watched as you took his length into your mouth, maintaining eye contact with him as you did.

his hand moved to your hair, pushing your head down to take more of him into your mouth. he loved the way you sounded when you were choking on his length. akaashi watched as tears formed in your eyes from how big he was, how your body softly and slowly grinded into the bedsheets from the lack of physical touch you were getting.

“thats enough dear,” he said, “i wanna eat you out.”

he was very clear with his words. you pulled away from him, laying your back down softly against the bedsheets.

akaashi’s hands held your thighs open as his mouth softly wrapped around your clit. he moaned softly against your pussy, loving the way your wetness gushed around him. he shoved two fingers into your hole, curling them and having you moan louder than before. he smirked, his tongue moving softly against your cunt and his fingers hitting deep inside of you.

it hadn’t been the first time the two of you were sexual since you first started going out, yet, every time you and akaashi did something, there was love there.

he didn’t want to rush anything with you, but these last years he had spent with you had felt as if the two of you had been together forever. he wasn’t worried to start anything with you. akaashi trusted you and you trusted him.

he knew what it was like to love you, to crave you, to want you. he desired everything from you.

most importantly.

he couldn’t wait for the day he could make you his all over again.

akaashi sat back up against the headboard, his hands on your hips as he slowly placed you down on his cock. your hands held tightly onto his shoulders as he slowly moved you up and down, increasing the pace painfully slow.

“keiji~” you moaned softly against his neck.

akaashi’s hips slammed faster into you, having you moan out his name louder and louder with every thrust.

“i love you,” he moaned as he brought your face down into a kiss.

akaashi loves you.

he loves you for the person that you are.

akaashi loves spending everyday with you. he loves getting to call you ‘mine’ and ‘his’. you’re a beautiful person, and even if you fear as if you’re not good enough for someone as beautiful as him, he would be there to tell you otherwise.

over the last weeks and years, you’d helped akaashi understand himself more. understand what he really does desire in this world.

what he desires, what he wants to make happy, what makes him happy:

it’s all you.

“i love you,” akaashi softly kissed your forehead as he covered the two of you under the sheets of the bed.

“i love you,” you smiled, melting into his arms once again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyū!!#haikyuu smut #nsfw—🎟#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi smut

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