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gorgeous - lhs

"you should take it as a compliment that i'm talking to everyone here but you / and you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room" - gorgeous by taylor swift

series masterlist - part one - part two - part three

prompt 45 of the 100 kisses list, "we shouldn't do this" but they do so anyway

pairing. best friend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader synopsis. Heeseung comes back from his first year of university a new man - forget nervous, fidgety, dorky Heeseung and say hello to confident, teasing, flirty Heeseung. This change of attitude doesn't help your longstanding crush on your best friend's brother, and neither does the rising tension between the two of you - a tension that is bound to explode. genre. f2l, did i mention this was a best friend's brother au?, only fluff in this part but more to come, perhaps suggestive due to tension between reader and hee and makeout session lol word count. 8.1k (yes an asahicore fic under 10k thank u very much) a/n. hi loves i'm super happy to be posting this bc its the very first fic out of the 100 kisses event and its a project im really excited about !!! i know i said like 2 days ago it'd take me a while to write this but i got super motivated over the weekend and it turned out shorter than i thought and bestie @k-ingzo zo did a super amazing job at beta reading this so i was able to post it really quickly !! anyways hope you enjoy this, pls lmk,, and hope u look forward to the rest of the series as well !! ok bye

Nine years ago

“Y/N, honey, come meet your new friends!”

You rushed down the stairs at your mom’s call - at eight, you were always excited by the idea of new friends. She’d also called Naeun down, but lately, your sister had been acting like doing anything your parents asked her would cost her her life.

There in your living room were four unfamiliar faces, but your parents were smiling warmly, so you weren’t too nervous. Instinctively, you found your mother’s side and she rested her hand on your head, bending down to talk to you.

“Y/N, these are the Lees, they’ve just moved to the neighborhood.”

“Hi,” you greeted shyly, and were met with four hi’s in return.

“Heeseung and Seeun here started going to the same school as you,” she informs, nodding her head towards the young boy and girl. Now that she said it, the boy looked really familiar. You thought you recognized him from school that day - his glasses were definitely memorable. “And Seeun is the exact same age as you!” Your face lit up at that, and her expression mirrored yours as her lips curled into a smile. “Why don’t you show her your room?”

“Sure! Come on,” you said, holding out your hand for Seeun to take. She looked back at her parents who were nodding vigorously at her to follow you. You just played for half-an-hour, and Heeseung joined you quickly, saying he was bored with the adults downstairs. He didn’t talk much, instead found some of your toys to play with in his own corner.

When the Lees left, you were thinking two things: one, you couldn’t wait to tell Chaeyeong about Seeun, and two, that boy with the big glasses was really, really cute.

Now

“Seeun, why the hell didn’t you tell us that your brother is a mega-hottie now?!”

This is what your friend Chaeyeong whisper-screams in lieu of a greeting as she barges in Seeun’s room, plopping down on her bed like it was her own. It might as well have been, considering how long the three of you had known each other.

“If you ever refer to my brother as a mega-hottie again, I’m terminating this friendship,” Seeun replies, not bothering to look up from the bead bracelet she was currently making.

“Oh please, just because you’re his sister doesn’t mean you haven’t noticed how attractive he’s gotten,” Chaeyeong insists, but it just makes Seeun scrunch her nose in disgust.

“Chaeyeong, please stop making it so obvious you’re an only child,” Seeun sighs. You let out a giggle at your friends’ conversation as you search for another color that could go well with the pink beads you’d chosen for your own bracelet.

Stealthily, Chaeyeong leaves her spot on the bed and sneaks up to you. “Y/N!” she exclaims suddenly, wrapping her arms around your shoulders in a sneak-attack hug that makes you yelp. It makes you drop your half-finished bracelet, the beads falling all over the carpeted floor around you. You look up at Chaeyeong with a pout, but she just smiles at you and starts picking up the beads, gathering the tiny pink jewels in the palm of her hand.

“Y/N, you’re with me on this one, aren’t you?”

You ignore Seeun’s side-eye and give in to Chaeyeong’s encouraging expression. “I guess he does look very…” you pause to carefully consider your word choice. “Different,” you settle on.

“Different? That’s it? Y/N, you should really consider getting some glasses, seeing how you’re so blind to hot boys.” Cue a loud groan, Seeun’s courtesy. You just giggle again, slightly shaking your head at Chaeyeong’s antics. She rolled her eyes, disappointed that you didn’t back her up, but she drops the subject and switches to Seeun’s upcoming birthday party. Something great about being generally quiet? People don’t question it when you don’t partake much in a conversation. You listen and laugh as your friends bicker, but your mind is on something else.

Or rather, it’s on someone else.

Because Chaeyeong is absolutely right - Seeun’s brother has glowed up so much during his time away at university that you had a double-take when he opened the door for you earlier.

The sentence this is so unfair plays over and over in your head.

You’d heard of the freshman fifteen, of college first-years being so stressed over grades and having so little time that their diet consisted of instant ramen, quick cafeteria lunches, and an ungodly amount of coffee. And alcohol, on Friday nights, of course. After seeing how freshman year treated your older sister, you were dreading going to college, imagining it to be the complete opposite of what TV and movies had shown you.

So how the hell had Lee Heeseung gone from high school loser to campus hearthrob in the span of a mere nine months? (After some thinking, you realized that, well, if a woman can create a whole human being in nine months, maybe a regular guy can undergo great physical and mental change in that time, too.)

In September, when you’d last seen him, he wore the same glasses he had for all of high school - those slightly crooked ones that made his eyes look even bigger than they already were. He always had to push them back up his nose but he never bothered to get them fixed, even though all they needed was for the arms to be tightened. You remember his tic-like habit of readjusting his glasses, a habit so strong that he did it even when he wasn’t wearing them. Maybe they bothered him so much that he decided to get rid of them once and for all, you guess.

Indeed, when he greeted you at his front door earlier (even after years of knowing Seeun and her family and no matter how much they reassure you that it’s okay, you’re unable to come in without knocking first, like Chaeyeong does), he wasn’t wearing his thick lenses you’d grown fond of. His eyes didn’t look unfocused like they usually would without glasses, so you assumed he’d switched to contact lenses - you knew it wasn’t Lasik surgery, because Seeun was always complaining that her parents wouldn’t pay for her or her brother to receive it.

But it wasn’t just the glasses, of course not. There was an ease and confidence about him that he didn’t have before - no awkward giggles, no darting eyes, no weirdly positioned limbs. He held the door open for you and kept his eyes on you as you walked in, saying it was nice to see you again and asking if you were happy to be done with high school. You already weren’t expecting Heeseung to open the door in Seeun’s stead, so him actually looking at you while he spoke instead of mumbling a few words in your general direction and scratching the back of his neck rendered you completely flustered, cheeks heating up embarrassingly quickly.

His hair was different: it used to sit there atop Heeseung’s head, unsure what to do with itself, but now it was purposefully cut and slightly pushed back. When he turned his head, you saw something shiny dangling from his left ear.

Heeseung had a piercing. Shy, nervous, fidgety electronics club president Heeseung had a goddamn piercing, and it looked amazing.

And then he laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh, and then ruffle your hair. You could’ve died right then and there. “You’re still just as cute as before,” he mused, beaming down at you. Then he walked away towards the living room, saying Seeun was in her room upstairs. As if nothing happened. As if you weren’t on the verge of combusting, your saving grace being your friend’s voice calling out your name. You ran up the stairs, wanting to get as far away from Heeseung and his smile and his voice and his touch as possible. You busied yourself with the pearls and the small bracelet-making station Seeun had organized, trying not to think about the vein that ran down his forearm or about how his shoulders looked wider than before. And you’d managed to do that, until Chaeyeong brought him up.

It wasn’t unfair because he’d grown mysteriously hot - it was unfair because to you, Heeseung had always been the cutest boy around, but now other people had surely noticed too, Chaeyeong amongst them. Now, you were just one of the many girls that had a crush on Heeseung, even if yours dated back to the first time you’d met him when the Lees moved into the neighborhood.

Their parents had been delighted that two girls of their daughter’s age - eight, to be precise - lived on their street. You were delighted that the cute boy you’d seen at school that day was her big brother, just one year older. Chaeyeong and you gladly welcomed Seeun into your friendship and you had each other’s back through the awkward phases of your early teenage years and the stressful times as high school seniors getting ready for college. You shared everything - clothes, jewelry, homework answers, gossip, tears, laughter. Secrets.

You liked to think there wasn’t a thing you didn’t know about them, but you couldn’t say the opposite was true - there was a secret you had to keep from them. A secret that grew bigger and bigger as time passed, but that you needed to keep locked in.

You had the biggest crush known to mankind on your best friend’s brother. It was either keep quiet or tell both of your friends; you trusted Chaeyeong, but you didn’t want her to carry that burden. You had no idea what Seeun’s reaction would be if you admitted you liked her brother, but you didn’t want to risk it. Every best friend’s brother (or brother’s best friend) romance you’d read had told you that the former was always against and deeply disgusted by the idea of their friend dating the latter. The last thing you wanted to do was make things weird, so you said nothing and suffered in silence, as one does. And so, for years, Heeseung was your little secret.

But not anymore, apparently. And it felt unfair. You didn’t have much of a chance to begin with, but now, getting with Heeseung was inimaginable. You’d just have to continue pining from far away, just as you’d gotten used to.

Four years ago

Your heart pounded as you made your way to the bus stop, steps heavy and head full of thoughts. Even though your older sister told you there’s nothing to worry about, you couldn’t help it. You were used to walking to school, not taking the bus. After three years of seeing the same people roaming the hallways, it was nerve-wracking to arrive at a place where most faces would be completely unfamiliar. You didn’t know what your teachers would be like, you were scared your classes would be a hundred times harder than before, you heard the cafeteria food was really bad. In short, you were absolutely dreading high school. And today was your first day.

The only thing that calmed you down was knowing that in a few minutes, you’d be with Seeun and Chaeyeong, and just seeing them would make you feel instantly better. You were meeting at the bus stop.

But when you reached it, neither of your friends were there. You shouldn’t have been surprised, since you’d come ten minutes early, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. That is, until you recognized someone else.

“Heeseung?” you called out before you could stop yourself. The boy snapped his head in your direction, and his eyes widened at the sight of you. Simple things like that made your heart burst with adoration for him.

“Oh, h-hi, Y/N.” He smiled the shy smile you loved so much and looked back at his feet, holding on tightly to the straps of his backpack. You stood next to him, close enough to have a conversation if he wanted to but not so close that it’d be weird.

Heeseung was the only person you felt awkward around. Even though you were on the quieter side and strangers weren’t your favorite people per se, being around people you didn’t know well wasn’t your definition of torture like it seemed to be for Heeseung and other kids from your school. But Heeseung’s awkwardness was contagious, and your crush on him didn’t help your ease of mind - so you imitated his posture, swaying back and forth on your feet as you held onto your backpack straps just to have something to hold onto. You smiled at the ground, not wanting to make him uncomfortable by looking at him, but that meant you missed the growing blush on his cheeks.

“So,” he started, “nervous?” He glanced quickly, just once, at you. You were so surprised at his breaking the silence, used to a quiet Heeseung, that you forgot to answer, simply staring at him. His panicked expression and mumblings were what jolted you out of your daze. “I-I mean, you know, cause it’s your first day and everything, and I was really nervous last year- I am today, too, actually- so I thought maybe, you know, you’re nervous too, but maybe you’re not, I don’t-”

He said all of this so quickly, you started laughing, slightly bending over. He let out a chuckle too, but as you continued laughing, a pout started to form on his lips. “What’s so funny…” you heard him grumble as he kicked a non-existent pebble.

“Sorry,” you said, regaining your breath. “I’m sorry, Heeseung.” The sound of his name made him glance at you again. You wished you could kiss the pout off his lips. “I was nervous, actually. But I feel better now.”

A quick smile appeared on his lips, but he willed it away. “I’m glad my embarrassment made you feel better,” he sighed.

You gently kicked his shoe with yours to make him look at you. “No, it’s because you made me laugh. I needed it. Thanks,” you corrected with a smile. Heeseung may have made you feel awkward, but the easiness with which he always got flustered made you love to tease him slightly.

His smile widened as he looked away once more, the blush having spread to his whole face by then. “Whatever,” he murmured. There was no time to say anything else because Seeun called out your name, practically skipping towards you.

She gave you an excited hug as a greeting before turning towards her brother with a glare, punching him hard on the bicep, making him wince in pain and reach his hand to cover his arm where she hit him. “Thanks for waiting for me, loser.”

“You were gonna make us late!” he whined, rubbing his arm.

“Yeah, ‘cause I obviously missed the bus,” she tutted.

You watched the siblings with an amused smile, used to the exact same kind of banter at home. Your sister, who was in her last year of high school, had decided not to drive you for some reason only an older sister could make up and pretend was reasonable. Your parents had tried to convince her, but you didn’t mind taking the bus with your friends, so they didn’t push it, just glad they could somehow keep the both of you happy.

Heeseung didn’t say anything in return. Your eyes met for a moment, and his frown relaxed into a smile when he caught your expression. It lasted a second but it was enough to make your stomach twist. Seeun, oblivious, grabbed your arm and started telling you about all the things she was excited about for today. You were worried Chaeyeong wasn’t going to make it, but her footsteps were loud as she ran, reaching you just as the bus stopped in front of you. Heeseung took what you soon found out was his usual spot at the front of the bus while your friends dragged you towards the back of it. You tried not to let your thoughts drift towards the boy with the messy black hair and crooked glasses, but his shy smile replayed in your mind all day. For a year, you’d gotten used to not going to the same school as him - you didn’t know how you’d survive seeing him at least five days a week once again.

Now

You were really determined to not let Heeseung’s newfound confidence sway you, physically shaking your head every time a thought of him popped in your head (useless) and racking your brain for reasons you shouldn’t like him (not many of those). There was just one teeny, tiny problem.

He was making it impossible to pine for him at a distance.

It seemed like everywhere you went, he was there. Maybe that was due to the fact that your most frequently visited place was literally his house, but still. It was frustrating. You didn’t need to be met with his stupid smile whenever he opened the door for you, you didn’t need to catch him cutely napping - how was that even possible?! - in the living room, a random sitcom still playing on the TV, you didn’t need to hear his laughter when his friends were over, and you definitely did not need to see him half-naked as he came out of the bathroom, hair wet from the shower and sticking to his forehead, towel wrapped low around his hips and his abs fully on display. Because of course, you had to be in the hallway, heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, at the exact same time as him.

You almost start to resent the fact that Seeun had the comfiest bedroom out of the three of you, as well as the most snack-filled house, which was why you had decided years ago to hang out there the most. Especially during school breaks, you were there almost every day, so you were bound to see Heeseung a lot. But for some reason, that didn’t seem to be enough, and over the course of June, you also ran into him while shoe-shopping with your mom, then another time as you entered the public library just when he left it, and another when your friends and his had decided to get ice cream at the same time. It was like you couldn’t escape him.

The worst part? Every time he saw you, while you simultaneously wanted to run away from him and into his arms, his damnedly handsome face broke into a stupidly beautiful smile that looked far too genuine for your heart. “Y/N! Funny seeing you here!”

No, Heeseung, not funny.

You didn’t want to be that girl whose brain cells stopped working whenever she encountered an attractive male specimen, but that was apparently who you were meant to be, because all words left you when you saw Heeseung. Although you’d been somewhat flustered around him in the past, he was always much more so than you, which reassured you and gave you enough confidence to actually talk to him. But now that he had realized how handsome he was and was clearly using that newfound knowledge against you (or so you thought), you were unable to string a coherent sentence when his shiny eyes bore into yours.

You think he might’ve sensed your awkwardness, because he never lingered, never made useless small talk, just asked about your favorite ice cream flavor or the book he’d checked out, patted your head, then was on his way.

There were so many butterflies in your stomach, you were scared it might fly away.

One afternoon in the middle of July, you and your friends come back from the city pool completely exhausted after playing around for hours in the water. All bundled up and close together, you try to nap on Seeun’s bed. Keyword try, because even though your friends’ soft snores quickly start to fill the silence of the room, you can’t seem to fall asleep, no matter how heavy your eyes feel.

Quietly, you get out of bed and head downstairs to the kitchen, hoping a cold glass of water will help sleep come to you like it usually does. You shouldn’t be surprised to see Heeseung in the dining room/kitchen area, busy with a puzzle, the pieces of which he’s spread out all over the table, but your heart still does a flip. He must be really engrossed in it, because he doesn’t notice your presence in the room until you fill a glass with ice, the sudden sound making his head snap up at you. You hate that his face breaks into a grin as soon as he sees you.

“Oh, hey, Y/N! What are you doing?”

“Just getting some water,” you explain, raising your glass with a small smile. Your whole body tells you to run away, back to Seeun’s bedroom, but something in your gut tells you to stay, to get closer to Heeseung. So you do. “What about you?” you ask, slowly making your way towards the table and peering at the puzzle in progress.

“Just whipping up some brownies,” he retorts with a devilish smirk, big eyes looking up at you.

You fight back a smile in vain. “Shut up,” you mumble, but take a seat next to him anyway. He seems slightly taken aback by the sudden proximity, and you are too, but you keep your gaze focused on the puzzle in front of you so that you can’t think too much about how close you’re sitting, and how your knees could touch if you angled them just so.

For a small while you sit in silence, watching as he puts pieces together and even finding a couple of your own. It’s a one-thousand piece jigsaw that he’s clearly only just started, but Heeseung doesn’t seem fazed by that. You like seeing how his eyebrows slightly furrow when he’s searching for a particular piece, and the pleased smirk that graces his lips when he finds it. You break the silence after a few minutes.

“So you still like puzzles, then?” you ask, voice low. You’ve always been told you speak quietly - even too quietly sometimes, but you can’t always help it. Especially in situations like this, when it’s silent around you anyways, you don’t see the point of raising your voice. When Heeseung replies, he speaks at the same volume as you, and there’s something comforting about it, about speaking quietly in such a spacious and sunlit room - the words you share are for you two, and you two only.

“Yep, ever since that day.” He glances quickly at you and smiles at the piece in his hand, and it’s like getting a glimpse of the Heeseung you had known all those years. Your heart warms at the sight.

“That day?”

This makes him look properly at you, his eyes darting back and forth between yours as if searching for something there. Your heart is now on fire. “Don’t you remember?”

You tilt your head in response and he turns his attention back to the puzzle. “It was at this table, too. I think your grandparents- your grandma, I think? Anyway, someone had gotten you a puzzle for your birthday.”

You ‘ah’ in realization. “Of course!”

Two years ago

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I don’t think I can do this, it’s so complicated,” Seeun pouted apologetically, looking at you sadly. “We’ve been here like an hour and we’ve barely gotten anywhere.”

Chaeyeong, head on the table, groaned in agreement. You followed your friend’s gaze to the puzzle in front of you - she was right, you hadn’t made much progress. But you liked it. The picture was pretty and you’d like to see it completed, but more than that, you liked finding the right piece, figuring out strategies.

You hummed, mirroring Seeun’s pout. Chaeyeong snapped her head back up to look at you. You’d think she hadn’t slept in days, but that was just bored Chaeyeong. You loved your friend and her over-dramatic antics. “Can we just take a break?” she asked, tone like you’d kidnapped and forced her to do this.

“You guys go ahead.” You smiled. “I like it, I can just continue this for a while and you guys do whatever you want.” The three of you spent so much time together that you didn’t need to be doing an activity together to be happy - being in each other’s general vicinity was enough to be considered a hang-out.

“You sure?” Seeun asked.

“Yeah, ‘course.” You chuckled at the obvious relief on your friend’s faces. “Just don’t watch the next Extraordinary You episode without me, okay?”

They both gasped and clutched their hearts like you’d accused them of murder. “How could you even think that, Y/N?!” Chaeyeong exclaimed.

“We would never!” Seeun added.

You shook your head at your friends’ antics, laughing as you waved them off. “Just go, already.”

“Yes, ma’am!” And with that, they were off, running up the stairs to Seeun’s bedroom.

You were only on your own for around ten minutes - the front door opened and closed, and the quiet shuffle of shoes being taken off and replaced with slippers let you know Heeseung had just come home. Seeun always made a show of being exhausted after school, groaning as she threw her backpack to the ground, while Mr and Mrs Lee always announced their arrival with a sometimes cheery, sometimes tired ‘I’m home!’. But Heeseung, quiet as always, simply set his backpack next to the stairs, slipped into his slippers and made his way to the kitchen, fond of a quick snack after school. Even Chaeyeong made herself more known when she entered the Lee household.

Every day except for Fridays, he came home two hours later than his sister because of either magic or electronics club (yes, magic club. It was cute, okay?!). You always looked forward to the monthly meeting of the book club you were in, partly because it meant you could take the bus back with Heeseung afterwards. Even if the ride was usually mainly silent, just sitting next to him was enough for your heart to do all sorts of tricks worthy of an Olympic gymnast.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” he greeted softly, probably surprised at seeing you alone at the dinner table.

“Hi, Heeseung. How was the electronics club?” You wanted to make conversation, but you winced immediately at your words - was it normal for you to know what club he had on what days?

But Heeseung seemed to pay it no mind, just smiling shyly, a blush already creeping on his cheeks. “It was nice, thanks.” He opened the fridge, taking out a carton of milk. “Do you want a glass?” When you didn’t respond immediately, he was quick to add, “Of milk? O-or orange juice? Or I can make some tea, if you want-”

His hands were already busy with preparing whatever drink he thought you might want. You held back a chuckle and smiled as you answered, “Milk is fine, thanks.”

His blush spread all the way down his neck and you turned your attention back to the puzzle so he wouldn’t see your grin. “Right, milk. Milk,” he stammered, then got two glasses out of the cupboard.

You loved moments like these with Heeseung - flustered, light-hearted, slightly awkward, moments that made you want to giggle out of nerves and delight. Basically every moment with him was like this, so it’d be more accurate to say you loved every moment with him.

“I didn’t know you liked puzzles,” he said, an upward tilt to his voice, as he set your glass next to you and took a seat across from you. He peered down at the pieces spread out in front of you, fixed his glasses on his nose, and took a big gulp of milk.

“I didn’t either,” you said with a chuckle, and stammered out an explanation when he looked up at you questioningly. “My, um, my grandma gave this to me for my birthday last month. She’s got a lot of grandkids, you know, and I think she might’ve mixed up my other cousin who likes puzzles and me…” Heeseung nods slowly, the corners of his lips tugging up in amusement. “But I don’t mind it,” you add, “I’m having fun, actually. Seeun and Chaeyeong are of a different mind, though. It’s a bit hard doing it on my own but I like it anyway.”

“I can help you,” he suddenly blurted out, and he looked just as surprised at his words as you were. “If you want.”

You smiled at him, and Heeseung and you actually looked at each other, actually held eye contact for three seconds, until you felt your face burn and had to look away. “Sure, yeah, that’d be nice.”

Although it took some time to finish the puzzle - putting 500 pieces together was a lot trickier than you thought it’d be - Heeseung and you managed to do it, high fiving celebratorily after almost two hours of hard work.

Now

“I just had a lot of fun that day.” Heeseung shrugs. “Plus, I already liked things like Legos and Rubik’s cubes, so it made sense I’d like puzzles, too.”

You nod in response, watching as he twirls a puzzle piece between his thumb and middle finger. “It’s funny that my grandma’s mistake is what made you discover your love for puzzles.”

Heeseung chuckles along with you, and you’re relieved the atmosphere is somewhat lighter than before until he looks straight into your eyes, locking your gaze in his own, and a breath gets trapped in your throat. “I’m glad she did that, otherwise we wouldn’t be here right now.”

You’re still staring at him, dumbfounded, mouth agape, when he looks away with a smirk and turns his attention back to the puzzle, analyzing it seriously as if nothing happened. You come back to your senses after a few seconds, clearing your throat before imitating Heeseung and trying to focus on the puzzle once again. But that’s hard to do when your hands brush ever-so-slightly every time you fumble around the pile for a particular piece, or every time he hits your knee with his, inadvertently or to tease you, you’re not sure.

The first thing to do when starting a puzzle is looking for all the side pieces to build the frame. When Heeseung spots one in the pile next to you, he leans in to grab it, and he’s suddenly close enough for you to get a whiff of his cologne that had faded over the day. You think he’ll just take the piece and sit back in his seat, but instead, he turns his head towards you, and that’s when you realize just how close you are. Close enough that it wouldn’t be hard to close the gap and have your lips on his - just as the thought hits you, his eyes drift down to your parted lips. Is he thinking the same thing?

You take a sharp breath in, eyes fixed on Heeseung, mind racing with thoughts and assumptions of what might be going through his head right now. But your brain goes haywire when a smirk blooms on his lips, clearly enjoying your reaction. His gaze finds your eyes once more and he raises the piece between the two of you, in the small space that separates you. “Got it,” he says quietly, voice lower than usual. It makes your insides melt. He could be very well talking about you - he’s got you absolutely wrapped around his finger, and he seems to know it.

He turns back to the puzzle, smirk still on his lips, and you’re so embarrassed and confused that your flight instinct kicks in. The screech of your chair as you push it back and stand up makes Heeseung look up at you again, his smirk having dissolved in surprise and - disappointment?

No time to ponder, you need to get. out. of. here.

“Right, well, that was fun, haha,” you breathe out, actually saying the word ‘haha’ and wanting to run away even more thereafter. “I should probably head back to the girls, now.” You’re already backing up and walking away when Heeseung calls out your name, but you just turn around and rush back upstairs, yelling out a small “bye, Heeseung!” on your way.

You’re already back in Seeun’s bedroom when Heeseung shakes his head at your sudden disappearance, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Cute,” he says under his breath.

To minimize any chances of running into Heeseung, over the next two weeks, you ask Chaeyeong and Seeun if you could hang out at your house more often, using the excuse that you want to spend as much time as possible there before leaving off to college. They don’t question it too much - next year, they’ll be able to come back fairly regularly to their parent’s houses, since the college they’re going to is less than an hour-long car ride away, but you’ll be further away, too far to come back home often.

It just so happens to be the university Heeseung is studying at, but you don’t need to worry about that right now. They had one of the best English Lit programs in your area and you’d been wanting to go there for all of your high school years - you used to think of Heeseung’s going there as a pro, but right now, it felt more like a con.

You manage to only run into him twice over the course of those two weeks, and both times, just in passing. But now it’s the night of Seeun’s birthday party and it’s impossible to pretend he isn’t there even when you’re in a crowded room together. Heeseung and Seeun’s parents have lended their house for their kids to have a party there, using it as an opportunity to have a date night, and Heeseung and his friends have graciously provided a big portion of the alcohol, saying it was their birthday gift.

You aren’t the biggest fan of alcohol, so you opt for the fruitier, lighter drinks, but still, two hours after the party starts, you can already feel your head start to spin, your voice is louder, everything makes you laugh. When a friend from school tells you they’re playing seven minutes in heaven in the hallway upstairs, you think that's the funniest thing you’ve ever heard and immediately agree to join.

The sight of Heeseung sitting in the circle, already looking at you with a lopsided smile, almost sobers you up completely.

You’d tried to avoid him as best as you could, but it was like you couldn’t escape him - maybe that was due to the fact that the heart of the party was kept to the kitchen and the living room, just a few people sitting on the stairs at the entrance to get away from the noise, but still, it annoyed you to no end that you had to keep seeing him everywhere. Maybe that was also what made the alcohol easier to down.

At some point, you were in the kitchen, doing a shot of God-knows-what with girls from school. You heard his voice before you saw him, and it made you roll your eyes but also your heart skip a beat. “Didn’t know you were such a drinker, Y/N.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and when his face came into view, you wanted to slap it away. Or kiss it away, maybe.

“I’m not, I’m just trying to have fun,” you retorted, eyebrows slightly furrowed as you poured yourself another shot. I Gotta Feeling by Black Eyed Peas started playing in the next room and the girls shrieked before rushing to the made-up dancefloor. You wanted to join them, but something kept your feet firmly planted at the kitchen counter.

Before you could bring the shot glass to your lips, however, Heeseung stole it from you and downed it himself. “Hey!” you protested, but it was done, and he was scrunching his nose at the bitter taste, shaking his head. You wished he could stop being attractive for one damn second.

“You don’t need that to have fun.”

He placed his forearms on the kitchen counter and leaned on them, forcing him to look up at you. You had no idea what the hell he meant by that, nor did you want to try and figure it out - all you knew was that you couldn’t stay there with him when he looked at you so intently, cheeks flushed from the alcohol, hair perfectly disheveled and biceps apparent even under his t-shirt sleeves.

“You’re right, I don’t,” you made yourself say, and spun on your heels to join your friends on the dancefloor.

And a few drinks later, here you are, sitting in a circle on the hallway floor, Heeseung right in front of you, leaning back on his palms and looking down at you with that same stupid smirk once again.

The game goes as such: one person spins the bottle twice, and the people it lands on have to go to a bedroom closet for seven minutes (timed carefully by Jake, Heeseung’s friend who is taking this game very seriously) to do whatever they want, while the others occupy themselves with other games. When the seven minutes are up, the doors burst open, and you have to leave the closet.

And because it wouldn’t be any fun otherwise, after a few rounds, the bottle points straight at you, then straight at Heeseung, and before you know it, everyone except for Seeun is cheering, and Heeseung is holding out his hand for you to take, and you do, and he raises you up, and together, you head to his closet, as per the rules of this stupid middle-school game you should never have agreed to play in the first place. You can barely Seeun’s voice as she shouts, “Y/N, I trust you!”, which just makes Chaeyeong burst into laughter and whoop louder for you. You’d also barely registered Heeseung’s friends clapping each other’s backs, smiling like they were in on something.

The sound of the closet door shutting is what snaps you out of your daze. You hadn’t even realized Heeseung had kept your hand in his until he released it, leaning his back against one wall of the closet, facing you. All three bedrooms in the Lees’ house had built-in walk-in closets which meant you weren’t sandwiched between Heeseung and his clothes, but still, you wished you could put more distance between your two bodies - one step closer, and you were done for.

It wasn’t just Heeseung’s presence in the narrow space - it was his scent filling your nostrils, the combined smell of the cologne he was wearing, of the fabric softener on his clothes, and an unfamiliar scent you somehow recognized as unique to Heeseung, his skin, his hair, smells you’d wanted to discover for years but never got close enough to. Well, now you did. And it was intoxicating - you wanted more, wanted to bury your face in the crook of his neck and inhale. You wanted to know what his reaction would be, if he’d let you, if he’d push you away.

All those thoughts were running wild in your head. You didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your stomach was in messy knots, your hands were sweaty and you had no idea where to place them, your eyes wouldn’t stop darting around the dark room. Everywhere but Heeseung. You could feel his eyes on you, but you were too nervous to meet them.

Your breathing must’ve gotten loud enough for him to hear, because all of a sudden, you feel his hand take yours, and he’s stood up from his position against the wall, his body too close to yours for your heart to handle. His thumb rubs what he must think are comforting semi-circles on the back of your hand, but the touch just destroys any capability of thinking straight you had left.

“Y/N,” he calls out, and the sound of his voice makes your eyes close shut. You cannot give in. You had seen Seeun’s disgusted expression when you and Heeseung were picked for the game - if just the idea of you and her brother kissing repulses her, what would she say if she knew it actually happened, or if you started dating? You may have the biggest crush ever on Heeseung, but no one was worth losing your friendship with Seeun.

“Calm down,” he says, and you wish you could be as steady as his voice. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

This makes you scoff. “You touching me is not helping my nervousness.” The words are out before you can stop them, and in the darkness of the room, you have to concentrate to make out the tilt of Heeseung’s head. You don’t need to see it to know he’s smiling, the satisfied smirk that has been gracing his features for the past month and a half.

“Yeah? Why is that?”

You take your hand out of Heeseung’s and cross your arms over your chest. “You know why,” you say, not intending your voice to come out as weak as it does.

Heeseung takes another step closer to you, and the only ray of light that comes through the panels of the closet door hits his face, making it visible for you to see. “I do, but I want you to tell me.” Another step, making you back up until you hit the wall behind you.

You call out his name shakily. His lips are right in front of you at this point, and you can’t not look at them.

He places a hand delicately on your waist, as if not wanting to scare you off. “Yeah?” He’s so close now that you can feel his breath fanning on your lips.

“We shouldn’t do this,” you say, and finally, your voice is strong like you want it to - but Heeseung isn’t deterred by it.

“Do what?” he asks, pretending to be stupid. “We haven’t done anything. Not yet.” He adds the last part in a whisper, his eyes drifting down to your lips, and you can feel your resolve crumbling piece by piece, the opposite of completing a puzzle.

“You know what I’m talking about,” you whisper back, voice almost pleading with him. Stop this before it’s too late, you want to tell him, but for some reason, at this point, you’re more scared of nothing happening than something happening.

“I do, but I want you to tell me,” he repeats, and you can’t help but let out a chuckle. Laughing helps relieve the tension, but it’s back as quickly as it left when his hold on your waist gets tighter, bringing you closer to him. Your hands that had fallen to your side come up to grab the sides of his t-shirt, gathering the fabric in your fists. There’s no going back now, you can tell - you wait for Heeseung to make a move, both dreading it and craving the relief that will come with it.

Heeseung’s free hand comes up to your face, and he traces your jawline with a knuckle before taking your chin in two of his fingers, gently raising it so that your face is angled up towards him. His touch makes your skin burn and takes away your ability to breathe properly.

“We shouldn’t do this,” you repeat, voice barely audible, a weak and half-hearted attempt at stopping this now that you still can.

“No, we shouldn’t,” he agrees, and before you can say or do anything else, Heeseung presses his lips to yours, finally, finally.

His lips are just as soft as you’d expected them to be, and the kiss is light, slow, careful. You’re grateful for it, because you’re not a very experienced kisser - if Heeseung had plunged his tongue directly into your mouth, you wouldn’t have known what to do. It’s almost like he knows this, like he’s giving you time to figure it out, to get used to it. His hand snakes its way to the small of your back, pressing you closer to him, while the other cups your cheek with his palm. You, on the other hand, have completely forgotten about your hands, only able to focus on where your lips meet.

It’s easy to fall into Heeseung’s rhythm, to let him take control of the kiss. But maybe it’s too easy, because soon enough, you start to want more - as amazing as this is right now, a slow kiss like this is not enough to have dissolved the tension in your body. You remember your hands and inch them up to his hair, your fingers finding purchase there and slightly pulling as you open your mouth just a bit wider, hoping Heeseung will get the message.

For a second, you think you’ve got it all wrong - Heeseung pulls back an inch, peering down at you. You’re both breathing heavily, and you’re scared you might have gone too far. But then, he murmurs a small fuck under his breath, and just like that, his lips are back on yours, your back is pressed against the wall again, his body encaging your smaller one. The kiss now is nothing like it was seconds ago - it’s turned hungry, hot, messy. You love it.

You had no idea you would want to kiss Heeseung like this, but now that you were doing it, you couldn’t get enough. The intensity with which he held you, the feel of his tongue against yours, the small groans that escaped his lips every time you pulled on his hair, it was all making you more drunk than the alcohol had.

You swear you haven’t even been kissing for two minutes, but then, all of a sudden, the doors are snapped open, and light pours in the closet, and Heeseung’s lips aren’t on yours anymore. You hadn’t heard the timer go off, too engrossed in Heeseung to pay anything else any mind. When you turn your head, Chaeyeong and Jake are staring at you and Heeseung, mouths wide open and eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.

“Oh. My. God,” Chaeyeong says, while Jake starts laughing. A shy smile appears on Heeseung’s lips, even plumper and pinker than usual from your kiss. His hair is a mess, and you’re sure you don’t look too different. He scratches the back of his neck, and you can’t believe this sheepish boy is the same that was kissing you roughly not a minute ago.

“Chaeyeong,” you cry out, voice already pleading as you take a step out of the closet and take both of her hands in yours. “Seeun can’t know about this.” She raises her eyebrows in surprise but nods her head in agreement, and you’ve never been so thankful for your friend as now.

“Would she really mind?” Jake asks, looking at you, then at his friend. You turn to look at Heeseung behind you, who purses his lips.

“I’m not sure, but I have a feeling she would… She’s always told me she didn't want me hanging out with her friends,” Heeseung says, and you and Chaeyeong exchange a look; this was news to both of you.

You have no further time to discuss it, however, because Seeun’s voice calling out your name and Heeseung’s make all four of you widen your eyes. Chaeyeong fixes your clothes and hair as best as she can, then smiles at you reassuringly and nods, prompting you to imitate her. She ushers Heeseung into his bathroom and tells him to “freshen up or whatever,” and you, Jake and Chaeyeong leave the room just as Seeun reaches the door.

“Where’s Heeseung?” she asks, not a trace of suspicion in her voice, peering behind you into her brother’s dark room.

“Just needed the toilet,” Jake answers quickly, and that seems to convince her.

She turns to you, an amused expression on her face. “Hope that wasn’t too awkward.”

You’re so surprised at your friend’s quickness to assume that nothing could happen between you and her brother, as if the idea was truly unfathomable to her, but you figure it’s for the best. You all head back into the party, Heeseung appearing some five minutes later. He scans the room for you, and when you make eye contact from across the crowded living room, he smiles, his shy, genuine smile that you’d fallen in love with all those years ago.

You already miss him, you realize, his lips, his touch, his scent. That’s how you know that you’re in deep, deep shit.

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distraction: Park sunghoon

Contains: kissing/ making out , best friends brother , sneaky sex , unprotected sex , includes morning after, sunghoon has a big dick, let me know if i need to add more,

it was pretty much a typical weekend for you and your best friend Meera , sitting in her room sitting and talking , the occasional talk of sex , “oh my god i hooked up with heeseung last night!” she suddenly exclaimed “ are you kidding me? no way” you both look at eachother , she was so excited , “ yeah and he wants me to come over again tonight but i don’t know how to get past my brother”

she said with a small pout “i can cover for you?” you offer “really!?” she almost yelled im excitement “ yea i’ll leave your window open so you can sneak back in tomorrow morning? ” you suggest a idea “ oh my god! thank you so much Y/N! pleas distract sunghoon for me somehow , just tell him i’m sick or something” she pulls you into a hug before climbing out her window “good luck!” you yell before sitting the window shut , so it looks closed but isn’t locked.

you sit in her room for a couple hours on your phone , 10:42pm “i’m hungry” you said to yourself before walking down to the kitchen , you seen her brother sunghoon leaning over the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water, watching his show on the TV at the same time.

“oh looks like someone’s alive , where’s meera?” he asks you , putting the glass in the sink.

“oh uh she’s not feeling well so she went to bed a bit earlier” you lie , trying to put on a smile, “oh okay” he says before walking by you , and back to the living room sitting down. “ come sit here , you might get sick from her if your near her?” he offers a spot on the couch next to him , you gulp. “u-uh yeah let me get some food first i haven’t eaten in hours” you end the sentence with a small laugh “ do you want me to make you something?” he offers again with a smile , “it better than just snacking” he adds on, “are you sure? you don’t have too hoon” you question his offer , “yeah of course what do you feel like?” he stands up and makes his way back to the kitchen opening the cupboard. “mm i’m not sure what do you have?” you ask coming to stand next to him. “mm what about pasta?” he asks , turning to you. “sure!” you agree , he grabs the box out of the cupboard, before grabbing a pot and the rest he needs to set up. “do you want me to help you?” you offer , he turns around from the stove to look at you “ do you wanna make a salad to have with it?” he asks pointing at the fridge “ alright” you walk toward their fridge opening it “woah your fridge has been rearranged since i was last here! where’s your vegetables?” you turn to him asking, “oh” he walks over and stands right behind you leaning over you pointing at a box of vegetables , “here they are” he says grabbing it and passing it to you, you slightly stumble making him place and hand on your waist out of instinct.

after the pasta was cooked , you were still chopping vegetables so he had come over to help you , once again standing behind you to help you. you had turned around completely forgetting that he was there , as you did so he put his hands on the bench behind you , caging you in , you look up and him staring at his lips , they looked so soft and kissable , “hoon-“ you were cut off when he slowly moved his hands to your waist and connected your lips together , your hands went up to hang around his neck , you let out a small moan when his tounge slid into your mouth , deepening the kiss. he pulled you even closer walking you over to the living room , slamming you against the nearest wall, a groan left his mouth when you tugged on his hair , when he pulled away for a breath you let a whine out at the loss of contact.

he laughed and pressed his lips back onto yours , smiling into the kiss at the way your hands tugged at his hair again. his hands ran up and down your sides , before running them up and into your shirt, feeling your bare sides, he pulled away again , sliding his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the floor. you stood in front of him staring at his well toned body , his abs and how his muscles were sculpted, you could tell he worked out, “you done staring baby?”

he laughs before grabbing your waist pulling you into another kiss , he pulled your shirt over your head slowly , being able to feel more of you , still kissing you , he taps your thigh signalling for you to jump up , you do so as he carries you over to the couch , his hands fiddling at your bra , unclasping it and throwing it to the floor , he grabs the waistband of your silk pyjama shorts and pulls them down , adding to the clothes all over the living room floor. he pulls from the kiss again , breathing heavily , he runs a hand through his hair , he pulls down his sweats and comes back to kissing you, he grabs the top of your lace panties , playing with them for a bit as you roam your hands down his back and back to his hair, tugging at it when he pulls your panties off. he then pulls down his boxers , he pulls away , grabbing your hand and standing you up, he takes you back to the kitchen , turning you around and bending you over the counter he runs his hard cock over your slit teasing you , you whine out at him “you ready baby?” he assures you want it , you nod frantically.

he pushes in as you let out a loud whine , he’s fucking massive.

he throws his head back and the feeling of how wet you were, you were so tight aswell, he keeps slowly pushing in until he bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix , he then starts to thrust into you harshly , you were moaning and whining out loudly, “f-fuck hoon! your so b-big” gripping at the counter as hard as you could as he pounds into you from behind , he leant over , pacing a few kisses on your neck before leaving a few small bruises, your moans were extremely loud , not surprised if you had woken the neighbours, tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept moaning and whining out his name , “f-fuckkk sunghoon!” you scream his name when he starts to ram your g-spot , you were getting close and he could tell , still relentlessly pounding you , “fuck fuck fuck! sunghoon i’m gonna cum!” you whine out “yeah? cum all over me baby “ he encourages you , quickening his pace chasing his own orgasam, “fuck! yes! sunghoon fill me up please! please cum inside me please!” you moan out a small puddle of tears growing on the counter below you, “yeah? want me to fill you up ?” he groans “yes! fuck please hoonie!” you beg him , “sunghoon! oh my god!” you scream out as you cum all over him , the clenching sending him over the edge “fuckkk” he hisses out as he fills you up , leaning over you placing a kiss on your neck. you both stay still for a minute or so regaining strength before he pulls out and grabs your waist. he laughs at your fucked out state , wiping some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs up with his thumb , before bringing it to your mouth as you suck his finger clean.

he picks you up and carries you upstairs to his room , gently laying you down on his soft sheets before getting in himself , rolling over to grab your waist , falling asleep.

The next morning

you woke up the next morning , the sun shining through his curtains , you wriggle around stretching as you feel his arm tighten around your waist , a small groan left his throat “mmm five more minutes please baby?” he keeps you in place “ fine” you agree snuggling back up into his embrace and warmth

on the other hand , meera had just arrived home , she ended up going through the front door , figuring sunghoon would still be asleep anyways , she walks in the door taking of her shoes , when she gets to the living room she freezes as her jaw drops.

“what the” she whispers to herself seeing sunghoon’s shirt, sweats and his boxers in different spots on the floor, she eyes the rest of the room to see a girls silk pyjama shirt and shorts , along with a bra and panties , “are they Y/N’s?” she says to herself inspecting them “they are..” she walks upstairs peeking into sunghoons room to see you both naked perfectly asleep, “oh my god?” she whispers to herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket laughing and taking a photo. she shut the door and went back to her room.

when you and sunghoon had eventually got up , realising both of your clothes were still downstairs he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats , as he got dressed him self only putting on a pair of shorts , he couldent be bothered to put on a shirt , helping you downstairs holding your waist as you were a bit sore. you both picked up your clothes going back to his room, you changed into your pyjama shorts , still keeping his hoodie on “stealing my hoodie are we love?” he laughed at you “mhm” you let out a tired response throwing yourself onto his soft bed again “i love you y/n” he says looking at how comfy you looked letting out a small laugh “ i love you too hoonie” you pull him into a kiss before getting up “ i gotta go check on your sister i’ll be back okay baby?” you say shutting his door before going to meeras room

“y/n oh my god i need to tell you all about my night!” she says as she drags you in to her room sitting down, you listen to her ramble on about how her night with heeseung went , and how they hooked up and blah blah blah , then she asked why you and sunghoons clothes were in the living room , and why she seen you in his bed this morning “oh after you left i went downstairs for food and he was there , so we made pasta together and somehow ended up uh fucking” you laughed

meera was so excited “FINALLY!” she said shaking you , “ow fuck” you whined when she touched your hip , she lifted up your shirt a little to see his hand print on your hips from gripping you so hard “woah yous really had some fun” she raised an eyebrow at you”

“ you told me to distract him” you shrugged with a laugh

the end 😍

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french-unknown · 6 months

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𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖆𝖜

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: law 𝖈/𝖜: war, angst, little sibling!reader 𝖜/𝖈: 4.2k + 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You were entertaining your sister at Flevance Hospital during the festival when Law, your older brother, burst into the room. From there, everything turned into nightmares.

| m a s t e r l i s t | - | e v e n t . s u m m a r y |

𝖑𝖆𝖜

You were snuggled against the shoulder of your 8-year-old big sister's on her hospital bed. Your black stuffed cat, Virus, was tightly held against your chest.

Since she had been affected by the Amber Lead Syndrome—as your father called it—a few days ago, you saw your sister's state of health gradually deteriorate. While she was with you at the festival a week ago, she was now too weak to even leave her room. All you could do to help her was dab her sweaty forehead with a cloth like your mother had shown you. So, wanting to prove that you were reliable for a 5-year-old child, you stayed by her side every evening by coming directly to the hospital after school to take care of her and keep her as occupied as you could.

“I’m scared.” she told you two days ago, in the middle of the night, while your parents were in their laboratory looking for a cure for her illness. Her skin, where snow-white patches appeared as if by magic, was almost cold as she held you in her trembling arms. You didn't dare tell her but her dark circles had become so purple that they scared you a little.

“Mom and Dad will find out what you have.” However, you replied confidently before placing Virus between you so that she could also benefit from its comfort.

Today, you were telling her about your day while hoping to distract her from the pain, when your big brother came rushing into the room.

He first took a quick glance at the closed shutters and then leaned against the door for a few seconds to catch his breath. As soon as he approached and was close enough, you jumped on him. However, the moment your hands touched his neck, you felt an instinctive recoil as you touched his sweaty skin under your palms. You also noticed that he smelled pretty bad from the sweat and his breathing was extremely ragged as his heart raced at the speed of light against your ribcage.

“Yuck!” You cried, starting to struggle in his arms. “You stink!”

You heard him growl at your childishness but he still held you briefly before putting you back on the bed next to your sister. The cough that suddenly escaped her lips cut short any beginnings of an argument.

"Big brother, I'm in pain" she moaned weakly between coughs. “My skin turns completely white.”

You crawled over to her to come back and snuggle against her shoulder while retrieving your precious stuffed animal along the way.

"Hold out." he encouraged her confidently while taking one of her hands in his. "Our father is the best doctor in the country. He will cure you."

Yet he was cut off by fireworks coming from outside. The sounds of the festivities were accompanied by the parade with its footsteps and people shouting with joy. In addition, you also heard the big drums of the marching band that accompanied them.

“What’s all the noise outside?” Lammy asked.

“There's the festival.” Law replied as if it were obvious. "Flevance is still prosperous. Get well soon, and we'll go see it."

Under your happy gaze, your sister began to smile despite the white spots that appeared on her face. A powerful wave of happiness tickled your stomach as you were reassured: if Law said so, then there was no doubt that Lammy would soon be back on her feet and you could finally all go to the Flevance's festival together.

You then went to snuggle your head back into your stuffed animal but you suddenly heard a loud drumming sound before people started running in the corridors. The steps were so coordinated with each other that they formed a very rhythmic two-step melody, like the parade.

tap - tap

A cloud of fireworks echoed in the corridors and a laugh rose up your throat, caused by the rise of the happy memories you had from the festival of previous years, but everything suddenly went black in your field of vision.

Panicked, you immediately jumped up on the mattress to look everywhere around you.

You thought for a few seconds of calling your big brother, still a little reassured to feel Lammy's body under your fingers, but a slight beam of light appeared before you could make the slightest sound. A long vertical opening opened in the bedroom shutter and a flickering orange glow seeped into the room to shower the floor with a thin rectangle of light.

The color quickly caught your attention because the street lamps normally cast a soft white light.

However, you didn't pay any more attention as soon as you noticed the round shadow of Law's hat blocking part of the lighting before approaching you. Arriving at the bed, you saw that he had his finger placed against his sealed lips.

A new burst of fireworks exploded in the corridor.

Except this time, you felt the wall shake slightly against your back.

Now that there was no more noise behind the wall and your older brother didn't seem to want you to talk, you listened. It was the first time since your very first visit to the hospital that you heard such silence in the corridors. And, considering you came almost every day to see your parents at work, that was pretty impressive.

Then, after a while without the slightest sound, you heard the parade moving away again.

tap - tap

Law’s breath brushed your cheek as he released his breath. You noticed at the same time that, without knowing why, you had also retained yours.

Your big brother got up from the mattress and took your hands to pull you from the bed towards the large wardrobe. He gently pulled the door open, in order to avoid squeaking the hinges that all three of you knew were noisy, then lent his hand to Lammy so that she could obediently climb inside.

You shook your head in refusal when he came closer to you, still locked in his silence, but he still picked you up by the waist before putting you directly in the closet.

You too, when you will be 10, will be strong enough to carry him like that!

“Hide here for a while!” He ordered in his I-am-the-eldest tone before closing the door.

And, even though you didn't see why you had to stay in the closet, you agreed to stay there without a sound. It didn't seem like hide-and-seek so it shouldn't have been a game. You stayed listening to the big drums that resonated outside with the fireworks.

They didn't make the same sounds as in previous years so you couldn't wait to see what they looked like. Were they a different color? You prayed in your heart that it would be black fireworks because, like your big brother, you loved this color.

Unfortunately, at this thought, a shiver of fear went up your spine.

You began to desperately feel around in the complete darkness of the closet. On your knees, you repeatedly placed your hands all over the floor but you couldn't find your stuffed animal. Tears welled up in your eyes. Immediately, you crawled as best you could to the door which you pushed very slowly.

If Law knew you disobeyed him, he would be angry at you.

But the little flickering orange light from outside also brought a small ray of light to your cubby, so, already seeing more, you turned over on your stomach before wriggling to get one leg out of the furniture. You let your lower limb hang in the void outside the cupboards, the floor of which was too high for your little legs.

"What are you doing?" asked Lammy, of whom you could only see part of her face as she grabbed your wrist.

“Virus is on the bed.” you explained to her.

The flu on your wrist eased and you let yourself slide to the floor thanks to the weight of your leg stretched outside the closet. Your heart beat a little faster as you fell, only to calm down again when you had both feet on the ground again. You took a quick look around—only to realize that Law was no longer in the room—before rushing to the bed. However, your problem did not end there because, very quickly, you realized that your cat was no longer in the blankets.

So you returned to the wardrobe, where you leaned your head inside.

“Virus isn’t here,” you declared in the darkness of the closet. “I’ll pick it up and come back!”

Then, without waiting for her response, you closed the door before heading towards the hallway. Your cat was on the bed before the lights went out. You only saw one reason for its disappearance: Law had taken it from you.

Slowly, you opened the bedroom door and entered the silent corridor.

You quickly realized that it was as dark as the room you had just left and, moreover, what little you saw seemed quite murky. It was a bit like looking through a veil. A smell of grilling tickled your nostrils but you didn't pay attention to it. You also noticed that it was oddly warm all of a sudden.

You found yourself alone in the dark in the hospital which was not as usual. In a word, you were terrified.

Not wanting to stay there for too long, you were relieved when you heard footsteps echoing down the hall. You were so relieved that you started running towards them without thinking while trying not to look around. You were too scared and you just wanted to find your brother and your cat.

You then ignored as best you could the unhinged doors which, instead of being well installed as usual, were now lying half torn off against the walls like overturned shelves. You also avoided turning your eyes towards all the little black holes on the partitions that you saw showing through in the darkness.

Finally, at the end of the hallway, you noticed your older brother crying.

The ball of terror that had already been eating at your stomach until now began to nibble at your belly even more. Your legs picked up the pace, not wanting to be alone anymore.

You then arrived in front of another door, which was not like usual, and you saw your big brother lying there. Light shone through the broken window in front of you while the torn purple curtains did nothing to stop it. You also noticed almost immediately the other black holes that were everywhere on the walls here. A repetitive puck-puck echoed in the room from the bag of liquid punctured a few meters from you. You saw Virus' head sticking out of Law's back pocket before really taking in the scene that was unfolding before your eyes.

And what struck you the most was your trembling big brother's body in front of you while enormous moans of agony were heard in the room.

You moved closer, terrified and not understanding what was happening, until you found yourself a few steps away from him and saw what he was lying on. You first perceived your mother's brown hair and her eyes closed against your father's shoulder, while he was on his back with his empty eyes rolled back.

Your stomach knotted painfully, making you double over in pain, and tears welled up in your eyes.

This was sadly a bad idea because, as you looked down, you noticed a pool of dark red blood extending from beneath your parents until it quickly approached your own shoes. Panicked, you took a step back so as not to get any on your soles.

"Mom! Dad!" your big brother yelled next to you, lost in his world.

“Law?” you uncertainly called him with the ridiculous hope that he would reassure you. All of this was just a bad dream and you were going to wake up in your bed to the smell of waffles or pancakes made by your mother.

But you only saw your big brother jump before turning towards you with a horrified face. His wide eyes and his pale complexion were enough to tell you that he was in no better condition than you. His distorted mouth also didn't have time to yell at you for escaping from your hiding place when the footsteps of the parade quickly returned.

tap - tap

“There’s one left!” yelled a muffled voice, no doubt alerted by Law's previous cries.

He then moved so quickly that it was as if he had been electrocuted. He immediately jumped off the motionless, embracing bodies of your parents before lunging towards you. He pulled you violently towards the window then, without waiting, he climbed onto a chair and held you by the waist before pushing you through the broken window. However, he didn't throw you hard enough because you hit your knees quite deeply against the broken glass.

You nevertheless manage to land on the other side.

And it was at this moment that the fireworks started again, whistling painfully in your ears while your knees began to burn as well. But Law landed next to you and quickly took your hand before starting to run at full speed.

His pace was so fast that you sometimes felt your legs give way under you but the grip on your arm was such that, even if you were no longer touching the ground, your brother was carrying you with him. Your chest began to ache from the effort and it was like your lungs were turning into dried raisins, unable to fill themselves with air. Your breathing sounded like a whistle, but you were still unable to stop.

Too caught up in fear, you heard footsteps crossing behind you as well as fireworks being fired in your direction.

"Don't let them get away! Eliminate them!" shouted an almost imperceptible voice in the hubbub of the explosions.

One brushed against your leg and, despite the pain, you continued running.

Law eventually took you back to the town bridge and, as you went to cross it, he instead guided you towards the river it overlooked. He suddenly pulled you towards his foundations then pressed himself against the white stone wall while pressing you against him. With your back against his stomach, you felt his hand slip in your neck before pushing against your mouth. He covered it for you like this until your wheezing was completely muffled against his palm. Despite the fear that twisted your stomach, you were even more petrified the moment you felt his hand tremble against your face just as his chest trembled like a leaf against your back.

The footsteps reappeared again, but before you could react, you heard them pass across the bridge above you and quickly move away.

When your brother released you, the pain from your cuts was excruciating. Where they burned you before, they now scratched you as if a whole tribute of ants had taken up residence there to swarm everywhere under your skin. The blood that ran down your legs before drying into crusts also made you feel tight after having tickled you.

But Law ignored this and began to leave toward downtown Flevance.

A lump of anxiety settled in your throat as you didn't want to be alone in these conditions that you didn't understand. So you started to trot, ignoring your pain, in order to reach your big brother who was walking straight in front of him. He seemed anesthetized. You joined him after several steps which tired you much more than expected.

You then crossed all the streets with their buildings that you knew like the school, the house of your friends or even the ones of other members of your family further away.

You were shocked to see the immense flames that rose from the houses to devour the walls until they collapsed with immense crashes. The black smoke escaping from it was also so dark that it blended into the fire-illuminated night sky.

Everything around you was red: the ground, the walls, the reflections in the water and the sky.

Distracted by the infernal picture that surrounded you, you stumbled against an irregularity in the ground. You then suddenly came across the obstacle and, when you looked down, you found yourself face to face with some little blonde pigtails that you had already seen before. You reached out a trembling hand and used it to brush the hair out of the girl's face. Unfortunately, her position must have been unstable because her body, until then curled up pitifully on its side, rolled limply onto its back.

You were then able to recognize this expressionless face and these eyes where no light was shining through.

Extinct, you saw her again as she accompanied you home every Tuesday and Thursday evening, as usual, to help you with your homework afterwards. You recognized her with her characteristic pigtails with which you always saw her, whether it was sunny or rainy.

And now she stood there, as gloomy as an empty shell, staring at the stars without seeing them in her uniform wich was torn and stained with blood and dust. Dark patches of blood had also spread into her hair where it dyed them a darker color while holding them like straw. Additionally, her skin was a strange bluish color with purple spots on her hand and her shoulders had been pinned against the ground.

Nearby, you heard Law start to cry and scream again in front of all the corpses around you. It didn't take long for you to recognize them all as his classmates. After all, Flevance was a small town where everyone knew each other from birth.

Suddenly, a huge commotion sounded behind you. The sound was so loud that you had to cover your ears.

You then turned towards the origin of the noise and, in the distance, you saw that the flames were starting to spread across the landscape from where you had come. Immediately, you noticed Law's back running in that direction.

You tried to follow him but your weakening knees refused to get up.

"Big brother!" you called out to him as loud as you could, panicking.

But your scream was lost in the crackling flames and the silhouette of your brother moved away until it completely disappeared in the chaos. Tears then flowed freely down your soot-covered cheeks.

You were alone in the middle of the flames.

You didn't know what was happening to you

Your father and mother were dead.

Everything you had ever known was burning.

Sobs choked your throat so, in search of comfort, you grabbed in despair the first hold that came to hand: that of the girl who used to help you with your homework.

Her fingers were stiff and her skin cold as snow but, despite how disgusted it made you, you desperately needed a reassuring touch. You squeezed her hand into yours and it was almost like squeezing a stone.

Cold.

Hard.

Impersonal.

The heat of the furnace slowly began to become more and more unbearable. The skin on your face was so tight that you felt like it was going to break on your cheeks any minute. Your tears in your eyes also made it difficult for you to see anything besides the blur.

Finally, after a while, you saw a black silhouette appear in your field of vision.

However, you no longer had the strength to do anything for yourself so you remained frozen in place. The body got closer little by little and gradually darkened everything you saw through the blur. A hand suddenly touched your shoulder and, terrified, you jumped before raising your head.

"Please!" You didn’t even know what you were begging for. "Please!"

And, instead of responding, the figure fell to their knees in front of you before taking you in their arms. With your nose in the stranger's neck, you immediately recognized the smell of your big brother mixed with the ones of sweat and fire.

You immediately closed your arms around him.

It was then that you felt wetness on your neck with drops of water tracing their path to your collarbones. The grip around you tightened until it was painful but you didn't care.

Your knees hurt from the injuries, your legs refused to move from running, your head and eyes throbbed from crying, and last but not least, your heart was in pieces. So your brother's embrace, even though painful, was completely welcome.

“Lammy is-” he started in a shaky voice before he cut himself off and a fresh burst of tears fell down your neck. "She's-"

Pain exploded in your chest as you understood roughly what Law probably meant.

“The hospital burned down.” he declared painfully.

Understanding then fell like a sledgehammer to your head.

Devastated, you remained crying among the corpses until early morning. You were then interrupted by new footsteps, which returned much more calmly than the day before. Law was the first to hear them and, without waiting, he lifted you onto his back before starting to run.

Thus tossed around, you did not immediately notice when you later saw a horse harnessed to a cart a few meters from you.

No one else was in sight.

Law thus went around the means of transport but froze when he arrived at the back. In front of you stood a pile of corpses thrown pell-mell into the cart. Arms, legs and heads could be seen here and there in the melee. Everything was covered in ashes, soot and blood. The smell was also unbearable, making you nauseous, while a large number of large black flies were circling around them.

You recognized a hand with nails painted a familiar color but you couldn't remember its origin.

You leaned back, anticipating Law's turn around but, to your surprise, he continued his way towards the cart. You widened your eyes before tapping his shoulder several times out of nervousness.

"What are you doing?" you asked hurriedly.

"It's the only way." he announced to you before placing you next to the cart.

He turned towards the pile of bodies then lifted one of them on top as best he could before looking towards you expectantly.

"Come on!" he hurried to you with fear clouding his gaze. He looked around you several times. “They could come at any time!”

But, since you still didn't move, he kept the corpse raised with one hand in order to grab you by the arm with the other. He pulled you violently towards the pile of bodies and made you climb it brutally before almost throwing you under the dead body which he released on you. A shiver of disgust went up your spine at the feeling of the cold and rigid weight crushing against your back.

Beneath you, an elbow dug into your ribs.

You suddenly felt Law shove something soft into your outstretched hand and, looking in, you saw Virus resting quietly there. You immediately brought your hand—and your stuffed animal—back to your face and buried your nose in his warm, cozy stomach which still smelled like home.

Disconnected, you barely noticed when Law lifted another corpse a few bodies away from you to stand under it and not move.

After an interminable wait, someone finally arrived and you heard a snap before the cart started moving. Little by little, you noticed that you were leaving the city center, then the barbed wire walls that had been installed around the city a few months ago.

You then passed near a forest.

Something warm and soft came into contact with your hand and gave it a light pressure. You then felt the contact break before noticing your brother slipping out of the pile of dead bodies to the ground even though the horse was still moving.

In your turn, you let yourself slide.

As soon as you had both feet on the ground, he grabbed your hand and started running towards the trees.

Miraculously, no one noticed you.

You were saved.

/!\ 𝖔𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 /!\

A few weeks later, Law returned to your hideout with his arms full of provisions of all kinds such as berries, mushrooms and a rabbit. He carefully placed them on the ground near the entrance before approaching the back of your hiding place with haste.

He had left you there while he had left looking for something to eat, lying on the ground and agonizing.

Your little five-year-old body had been pale and sweaty for several days while your temperature had skyrocketed. Law knew that every time he lifted the thin blanket covering you, he would find two gaping, infected wounds on your knees.

He recognized all the signs, having learned them from his father, but he didn't have the equipment to treat you.

He had the theoretical knowledge but he was doomed to watch the skin around the wounds become more and more red and swollen until, a few days ago, it began to ooze.

Unfortunately, when he came back to you that day, it was to find your pale and cold body waiting for him with your stuffed animal resting on your chest as your only comfort.

Your chest which no longer showed any movement.

He knew in that moment that you would never open your eyes again.

He collapsed.

°˖✧ Salut ✧˖°

I just wanted to warn that this is the first times that I have written texts with a somewhat horrific style, so I am sorry if you got excited about the title for nothing and were disappointed. I'm also not a consumer of horror material because I'm a big—huge, you can't even imagine how much—sissy, then the stories risk not being very original.

So, if you see points that can be improved, don't hesitate to let me know so that I can get better. Thanks! ~

𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓-𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐. 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖚𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔!

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 ��𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊!

𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖚𝖕𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖊

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inmyblueparadise · 2 years

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Can u do an image where there on the Jonathan Ross show or the Ellen show and there doing never have I ever and he asked if they been on the mile high club and she does I have and the guys don’t know this

Hi Love ! Here you go, I hope you like it ! xx

Being on stage with Jonathan Ross was always fun, he was a really funny guy and you and the boys liked being here..Until he pulled out the Never have I ever game.

Not that you had anything to hide from the boys, well you had a few things you didn’t tell them, but I mean you were a girl in a band with boys, of course you had things you didn’t share.

Hello everyone and welcome back ! I’m Jonathan Ross and I’m here with the biggest boyband on the planet : One Direction and we are going to play Never have I ever.

The public was ecstatic, but you heard the boys growl beside you.

Oh man, not again...

Why you don’t like this game ?

About sharing stuff on live tv ? No not really, but it’s not like I have a choice do I ?

Nope, so let’s play, first question, I have never danced naked in the rain.

Niall, Harry and you pulled the paddle to say I Have, while Louis and Liam said Never.

Did you do that together ?

No, well at least I didn’t. Did you guys dance naked without me ?

Niall laugh, of course he did, No Angel we didn’t, I did it all by myself, it was fun.

So Y/N didn’t see you guys dance naked?

I don’t need rain to see those guys naked, I just walk into the tour bus and there is usually one of them butt naked walking around.

That answer made the public scream. Yeah, you wouldn’t be that happy if this happened to you at 5am !

I apologized for that babe, Louis said smiling

Shut up Tommo !

All the questions were pretty easy for you though, until the last one.

I have never joined the mile-high club.

The little Oh shit that escaped your lips went unnoticed, thanks to the crowd, you saw in the corner of your eyes Liam and Louis saying I have, Harry threw his paddle away making everybody laugh. You knew all the boys did it, I mean sometimes you were in the plane with them, and yes it was as traumatizing as it sounds.

Of course you had done it as well, it was a private plane and you and a friend wanted to try it, it had been funny, at the time but you never revealed it to the boys, and apparently today was the day. You knew you were gonna get shit for it, but you tried to stay impassive.

While Jonathan got up to pick Harry’s paddle you kept your head down, but the second he came back he asked the question again.

Niall said Never, the little liar, but all the boys said yes. You put the paddle on I have, hoping it would go unnoticed, but unfortunately, the crowd reacted a bit too loudly.

See, Y/N is being honest, thank you !

Wait what ? That was Liam turning around to see your paddle... Here we go...

What the hell babe ?!

What ?

You never told us !

Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I had to disclose that information to the all band Liam, so here it is, yes I’ve had sex on a plane !

Oh my god...

Oh shut it Niall

The little baby of the band is not a baby anymore

What Niall said turned your face red. You were always the baby of the band, being a little younger than Harry by a few months and the boys were incredibly protective of you.

WHO WAS HE ? Jeez, Harry say this louder wouldn't you ?

You already knew that you were in trouble for answering so you decided to mess with them a little.

Which time ?

That got you the funniest reactions, that the fans turned into memes the second the interview was over.

Niall’s face was flustered, Liam and Louis had their mouths hung open, and Harry was staring at the crowd, his eyes wide. This lasted for 2 minutes. You knew you were going to get it after the show, the guys would bug you for hours to know the name of the guy, before when it came to you their big brother persona/protective instincts were very strong.

You turned to look a the host, with a little smirk. See why I told you I didn’t like this game, this is going to get me in trouble !

Louis wasted no time answering you : Oh you are in big trouble young lady !

I thought Liam was the dad of the group !

I'm sorry I’m still traumatized, I can’t react right now.

Oh so it’s okay for all of you guys to walk around naked all the time, and me seeing your penises, but me having sex is where you draw the line ?

That is how the interview ended, you with a giant smile on your face, and the boys all flustered, while le crowd laughed with you.

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crispplant · 3 months

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TWST BUT ITS MY STONER HCS FOR THEM I GUESS

guys I don’t know how to make the text a diff color how do I do that. NVM I FIFURED IT OUT

Anyways um my hcs for twst gang on whether or not they smoke b. C I’m high rn & I want to

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle: u look me in the eye & tell me he hasn’t tried taking a hit at least once. He broke the rules like once when he was younger he’s definitely done it again. Trey & Chenya offered him a hit once btw I was there. I think it was just a one time thing for him tho, he did it once & decided he didn’t like it so he hasn’t done it since

Ace: not a stoner and has not smoked before, but deffo wants to. If u asked him to join a sesh he’d be like hell yeah & then be internally shitting himself bc it’s his first time smoking. Gets the munchies when he’s high (bro would luv Taco Bell btw)

Deuce: somehow I think he hasn’t yet. wants to try it but also a lil nervous abt it idk. would only smoke with ppl hes totally comfy with (ace, yuu, u get it)

Cater: trying to fight off the demons telling me he’d be a stoner but like. I just feel like he Could be ynk. Actually. I think he’s the type to only have hit pens before. I think he has a pen. Bro probably suddenly panics and pats down all his pockets going “where’s my pen”. I mean this in the most endearing way I luv him okay

Trey: also fighting off the demons telling me he’d be a stoner. I thinkkkk……I think he would not be a stoner but he’d be so chill w someone being like do u wanna join a sesh. I think he’s used to chenya smoking so he’d be so good at babysitting anyone who needs to be watched if they get a lil too high ynk. the big brother instinct kicks in & he’s like “okay you need to Sit down” (and sat I will be🫡)

SAVANACLAW

Leona: oh man. Oh man. Leona’s a stoner & I know bc I smoke w him btw. it just feels right ynk idk I just think he needs Smthn to keep him sane at that school and I just think part of it is weed. He shares w ruggie sometimes bc they’re actually bestest friends in the whole wide world obvi.

Ruggie: I think he picks up for whenever leona buys another ounce. He’s like walking thru the halls of nrc w an ounce on him & if anyone asks him abt it he’s just like haha idk what u mean. really only smokes w leona but will always say yes to a sesh if he’s invited. Deffo gets munchies & cooks up some banger meals for him & whoever he’s with. Coughs like a mf tho. He’ll be like choking so bad & leona has to be like “r u good”.

Jack: no. He’d just side eye someone if he smells weed on them. The way dogs do ynk. That’s all

OCTAVINELLE

Azul: no 1 azul hater tries to make hc for azul that doesn’t include being mean to him challenge. Level impossible. um . He um . I think no, he definitely watches the tweels get high & goes what the hell.freaks. but I don’t think he’s ever rlly felt compelled to smoke anyways

Jade: o ya. Ya. Hes so a stoner. I do think he prefers shrooms & grows his own but he enjoys getting high from anything natural 🫶

Floyd: u look me in the eye & tell me this freak isn’t a stoner. He’s probably stoned more days than not esp during class idfk. He gets rlly quiet if he gets high enough tho. He just has many thoughts.

SCARABIA

Kalim: another one I’m split on idk. I rlly think it could go either way. Ummmmm ok he smokes occasionally & gets a lil paranoid whenever he’s high enough but knows how to just 🤫 sit quietly with his thoughts and talk himself thru it

Jamil: stoner. Same reasons as leona I think, he just needs smthn to decompress sometimes. will NOT smoke w kalim bc he feels the need to babysit him always. Probably smokes every night after kalims asleep just so he doesn’t have to worry abt anything 🙏

POMEFIORE

Vil: not a stoner but will occasionally smoke. weed has health benefits but the actual smoke will fuck up his vocal chords if he does it enough so he only does it sometimes 🤫

Rook: no. As much as I want to say yes I feel like he’s enough of a freak to enjoy being sober all the time ynk. He’s probably like *french accent* “augh non✨smouqing marajuanna will dull my senses✨I preghfer to stay aleghrt and awaghre at aull times” idk

Epel: oh this kid has been smoking since middle school for sure. He’s made an apple into a pipe once. Doesn’t smoke as much as like leona or jamil but he’s definitely up there. Vil isn’t super fond of the smell of weed so he has to sneak around outside to do anything (unless vil joins).

IGNIHYDE

Idia: this man has never touched weed in his life. He starts getting paranoid before his first hit. I don’t have much to say abt him I don’t know. Oh I do feel like he’s done acid tho?? Idk. He gets nervous abt weed but he just kinda popped a tab once & went on a journey & was fine abt it.

Ortho: um nuh uh. Can he um….would he even be able to….like..inhale…………..sry um anyways. He is not allowed to do drugs anyways

DIASOMNIA

Malleus: He’s gotten high before but he got so paranoid & then hungry & then he passed out for 12 hours so he’s not fond of it. I think if yuu asked him to join a sesh he’d agree tho. He’d be like “haha. Childof man. Of course I will smoke with you. And nothing bad will happen.”

Lilia: HELLLL YEAH HES A STONER. Oh he’s sooo a stoner he knows his shit too he has like five different strains & he’s like do u want this one or this one or this one. Is so so good at taking care of ppl too. Has been thru it all so🫶would be very good to smoke w if it’s ur first time. Also very big advocate for no peer pressuring. Always makes sure everyone’s comfy & not freaking out.

Silver: not a stoner definitely but he’s probably smoked like once or twice. Probably takes the best naps after. But took a bong rip once & did not have a good time. Too much too fast. The room was spinning & he had to lay down.

Sebek: so not a stoner but has smoked one(1) time when mal did. he got so quiet & in his head & ppl kept being like “😟are u okay” bc he wasn’t yelling. Lilia was good abt checking in on him. He was fine he just had so so many thoughts in his brain.

Ok that’s all ty 4 reading🤞🤞

Anyways remember if ur gonna be under the influence of anything 2 stay safe, stay smart, & if soemone tried to peer pressure u into anything then bite them rlly hard🫶

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rageofthemuffin · 25 days

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Easter Sneak Peek

Hoping to have the final chapter of the werewolf au up by the end of the week!

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“You could ask before you destroy my kitchen, you know.”

“Do we look like we’re destroying things?” Rex retorted. Fives turned to face Cody with big, innocent eyes.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Cody said, nonplussed. “The jerky is on the top shelf, Fives.”

“I looked there!” Fives pouted but looked again, grumbling as he found that Cody was right.

Cody heard the sound of the shower turning on in his bathroom and was briefly annoyed at the thought that he could have joined Obi-Wan there if his brother’s weren’t around. He lowered himself into a chair at the table, wincing at the soreness radiating through his entire body.

“You okay? Did you pull something?” Rex asked, ever observant.

“Don’t think so,” Cody grunted. “Just taking me a bit longer to bounce back this time around.”

Rex hummed. “Kix is giving Echo his massage right now, you could go get in line.”

“It’s fine,” Cody said dismissively. Echo’s chronic pain from his injuries always flared up particularly badly after a full moon, especially one with weather like last night’s. The ache Cody felt wasn’t one that would be soothed by a massage from his brother. It was deep inside his bones, and he knew instinctively that the one thing he could do to fix it was the one thing he was unwilling to do.

“We’ll get out of your hair when Kix and Echo are done,” Rex promised.

“You don’t have to,” Cody protested, wishing that it was just a touch more genuine than he could make it.

“You look rough, Cody,” Rex said bluntly. “Rougher than normal.”

“Do you think you’re getting sick?” Fives asked, munching on the jerky and passing a few pieces to Rex.

“No!” Cody snapped.

Kix lowered his head in apology, retreating to the second bedroom with an excuse about checking on Echo.

Rex stared Cody down, unimpressed. “That was unnecessary.”

Cody didn’t answer for fear of snapping again.

Rex let the silence linger for a while, snacking away. “It’s not the end of the world if you’re sick, you know.”

“I don’t get sick.”

Rex did a very poor job of not rolling his eyes. “Okay, sorry. It’s not the end of the world if Kote’s sick.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Cody grumbled. “He doesn’t really get sick either.”

“Everyone gets sick once in a while, Cody. Not wanting to isn’t generally enough to keep it from happening.”

Cody huffed, laying his head down on the table. “I’m not sick.”

“If you say so.” Rex stood, brushing invisible crumbs off his hands. “I’m gonna go check to see if everyone’s ready to go.”

It wasn’t long before they were, the whole group gathering at the door to say goodbye. Cody sent each of them off with a hug, murmuring a quick apology to Fives. Rex was the last out the door, holding onto Cody when he tried to pull back.

“The sooner you let Kote do what he needs to do, the sooner it’ll be over.”

Cody stepped back more forcefully this time. “He doesn’t need to do anything. I’m fine.”

Rex sighed but didn’t push it. “Tell Obi-Wan thanks again.”

“I will.”

“Take care, Cody.”

“You, too. I’ll see you when I see you.”

Rex nodded, finally stepping out of the house and letting Cody close the door behind him. He ran a heavy hand down his face, dropping into his living room chair.

“Oh, did they leave already?” Obi-Wan asked, emerging from the bedroom with his hair still damp.

“You just missed them,” Cody confirmed. “They said thanks again.”

Obi-Wan waved his hand. “It was no trouble. Shame I didn’t get to see them off, though.”

“They’ll be back,” Cody smiled tiredly. “Like a stubborn rash.”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Don’t act like you don’t love them.”

“Never said I didn’t.”

Obi-Wan sauntered over, dropping himself into Cody’s lap. Normally, that would have been very much welcome, but this time, it brought Kote surging back to the surface. He pushed wordlessly at Cody’s skin, desperate for comfort from his mate. Cody tensed up again, grimacing, and Obi-Wan immediately stood back up.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

Cody just shook his head.

“Cody, you’re starting to scare me. Did you get hurt?” Obi-Wan crouched in front of him, hands held out like he wanted to touch Cody, but stopping short.

“No,” Cody gritted out.

“You seem like you’re in pain.”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted, fists clenched tightly.

“Well, it’s clearly not nothing, Cody.”

“Just drop it!” Cody growled, cringing at the way Obi-Wan recoiled in surprise. “I’m sorry. I think I just need to be alone for a while. I’m gonna take another nap.”

“Alright,” Obi-Wan agreed, standing to give Cody some space with concern still written all over his face.

Cody did his best to ignore it and retreated guiltily to the bedroom. He laid down, giving the wolf a stern warning to stay put as he allowed himself to succumb to sleep once more.

#much like jesus #we're so back #it's gonna be a fun one #codywan #updates #my fics

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struckbyelectriclove · 3 years

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just realized that before he met mc, bill must have known or at least knew of jacob. little bill looking at all the shit that jacob got into and being like “not for me dog!!” and then he meets his sibling and is suddenly like “if i don’t break into the vaults with them i will physically combust”

#bill: [sees jacob] okay staying far away from that i’m just a kid #bill: [sees mc] PROTECT CHILD.#it’s that big brother instinct i’m telling u #i have it i relate #bill weasley #hphm mc #jacob #hphm jacob #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hphm #hp #harry potter

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sxlver-sweet · 3 years

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Hey darling arba!! Ur new blog is so pretty and i hope u take care of yourself can i request for mikey? Imagine him praying to God that he gets to marry you. You can work with your imagination in this maybe some full fluff ig?? Ur choice!! Love you darling <3

— WHAT I WOULD DO TO PUT A RING ON YOUR FINGER <3

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ROSTER . . . manjiro sano

SYNOPSIS . . . mikey’s cold, and he wants to marry you.

CONTAINS . . . swearing, major spoilers

NOTE . . . hello, my love!! thank you very much for the compliment :) also, i ADORE THIS SM YOU HAVE NO CLUE. i made it dramatic for no reason LMAO i hope you like it!!

the breeze is warm, carrying the scent of wildflowers and sweet moss as it sweeps through the open walls of the dojo. mikey inhales deeply from his seat on the edge of the engawa, listening to the faint shouts of his grandfather’s students a few rooms away and basking lazily in the sunlight warming his skin. days like this are few and far in between. for once, he doesn’t have to worry about brawling, conducting meetings, or handling the internal turmoil brewing in his gang, courtesy of his sprained ankle and his significant other’s insistence to take a few days off to recuperate.

he imagines that this period of rest is supposed to be peaceful—relaxing, even. but now that all of his distractions have been stripped away and he can no longer fully immerse himself in his delinquent activities, he’s left with nothing more to focus on than the darkness clouding his mind and eating away at his sanity. it isn’t long before he feels his body fall numb to the ticklish kiss of the sun’s rays. the tendrils of shadowy guilt and sorrow that he’d forced into confinement in the back of his mind begin to slither from their boundaries. they curl around his mind in endless loops of self-blame, constricting around his chest until he has to actively fight to breathe and his hands quake. shinichiro, baji, kazutora, emma—he’s suffocating, fading away into the recesses of his negative thoughts.

all my fault.

everything is my fault.

yet, all he does is lay there, letting the light drain from his eyes.

then, he hears something.

it’s laughter, familiar and warm.

it’s… yours.

you’re warm.

i’m cold.

mikey’s ankle is throbbing by the time he finds you, but he barely feels it. i’m cold. you’re standing in the kitchen preparing a meal, the apron that emma had gifted to you before her untimely death adorning your figure. there’s a wooden spoon in your hand that you use to slowly stir a simmering pot of stew, your attention primarily fixated on the three little boys at your side. he recognizes them as the younger siblings of one of his grandfather’s students, all boisterous and looking up at you with pleading, doe-like eyes for a reason unbeknownst to him. he watches with wonder as one of the little boys clings to your apron.

i’m cold.

“tell us what happened next!” he begs, swishing the fabric of the apron beseechingly.

another one of the boys bounces dangerously close to the stove, and mikey instinctively shifts forward, only for your hand to outpace him. “whoa, careful! you could burn yourself!” you chide, shielding the top of the boy’s head with your hand with an intuition that seems surprisingly natural. “if you’re going to roughhouse with your brother, then go outside, okay?” the young boy pouts but nods anyway, and you smile graciously. “thank you.”

“will you tell us the rest of the story, big sis?” he asks, reaching up to shake your wrist. “please? it’s my favorite one!”

“oh, yes! the story!” you chirp. “where did i leave off?” after a moment of thought, your smile morphs into a mischievous grin. “right, so it was twenty versus one, and the invincible mikey stood alone...”

wait, huh? mikey raises his brows. you’re telling them a story about him?

“the odds were against him, and his opponents were sure that he would be beaten.” you proceed in an intense whisper. “when, bam!” you abruptly shout, flinging your free hand in the air. the boys giggle with glee and blink up at you with starry eyes. your hand abandons the spoon, your fist sailing through the air for an added, dramatic effect. “he knocked down their leader just like that!”

“whoa!”

“were they scared?” the third boy, the quietest of the trio, questions meekly.

you squat down to his level, grin now more light-hearted. “heck yeah, they were scared! they wanted to run, but they also wanted to avenge their leader, so they stayed to fight. so, you know what mikey did?”

“what?” the third child’s eyes round with anticipation.

“he jumped—”you leap to your feet, extending your foot as high to mimic your boyfriend’s trademark kick. mikey chuckles to himself at your abundance of energy, “and beat them all down with those super cool kicks of his! it was like he had wings for feet, and—”

“wings for feet?” one boy repeats enthusiastically. “like he could fly?”

“yeah!” you respond, matching his energy. “it was like he jumped through the sky itself! and he didn’t get a single scratch. that’s how tough he is!”

“mikey’s the coolest!” mikey cracks a small smile at the boys’ words.

“he is, isn’t he?” you laugh earnestly. mikey’s heart swells in his chest at your affectionate words. your praise is nothing he isn’t accustomed to. you’ve never been shy about telling him how pretty he is, how much you love him, and how awesome you think he is. it’s always managed to satiate the ravenous appetites of the demons that lurk within his soul and yearn for someone—anyone—to reassure him that he isn’t the barbarous beast that his mind portrays him to be. it’s always been enough.

but this… this right here… this is something completely different—so different that for the first time in what seems like forever, mikey shifts back out of sight, presses his hands together…

...and prays.

he knows that he doesn’t deserve to have his prayers be answered or even heard. he knows that he has blood staining his hands. he knows that he possesses a dark impulse that he hasn’t yet figured out how to tame on his own.

but still… the sight of you standing there in that cute, little apron, cooking away to your heart’s content while adoring children tumble and bounce around at your feet does something to his heart. it fills the gaping abyss that’d been carved out by his own self-hatred and failures to the brim with an indescribable, immense warmth that tingles in the tips of his fingers and stuffs his mind with sugar-sweet daydreams of what it would be like to have a family of his own. you’d looked as if you fit right in, as if you were completely in your element. the compassion with which you doted on the children is undeniable, and the more he watched you interact with the children and glow in their presence, the more certain he became:

he has to marry you.

thoughts of you greeting him with a chaste kiss on the lips after a long day at work while his children rush to tackle his legs and cling to his arms affectionately, you and him sneaking off to munch on snacks and sip on wine after your children retire for the night, and him being present for all of his children’s firsts—hell, just being a father—flood his mind, completely overwhelming and dissipating the haze of darkness that’d been plaguing his thoughts. the fleeting taste of domesticity he’d sampled from watching you cook for the dojo’s students had left him craving more—craving something that’s purely his. he wants to marry you—to become your husband. he wants to start a family with you. he wants to grow old with you. he wants you.

so, he prays.

he pleads with the heavens until his desires ring almost unbearably loud in his mind, dripping forth from his lips as shaky whispers because they’re just too intense to contain. please. his hands tremble. please. he vows he’ll never ask for anything ever again. he vows he won’t complain when the darkness threatens to swallow him whole. please. he vows that even though he knows he won’t be the perfect father or ideal husband, and even though the thought of having actual children terrifies him, he’ll try his hardest to be a man that his children can admire and you’d wish to spend the rest of your life with. please.

please. please. please.

he’ll take anything—everything—because he knows that no matter what, you’ll always be there.

a small shudder skips through his body. i’m cold.

“mikey?”

your startled voice lances through his prayers, but he doesn’t so much as twitch until he finishes his prayer. slowly, he raises his head to see you peeking around the corner at him, eyebrows quirked upward in surprise and a pleasant smile of greeting curving your lips. you’re as radiant as the sun itself, skin awash with a youthful brilliance beneath the golden rays and eyes glimmering with such intense adoration that he has to actively ward off the urge to fall against you and engulf you in his embrace.

cold.

“what are you doing out here?” you ask.

he smiles, then. but, it’s secretive and small. “nothing.” he claims breezily.

“you shouldn’t be standing for long periods of time, you know.” you frown at his wounded ankle. “it’ll make your ankle swell up again.”

you reach out to him and wrap your arms around his neck in an intimate gesture, the skin-to-skin contact sending an electric shock arching down his spine. mikey stiffens and his eyes widen briefly, but his hesitance swiftly dissolves as he leans into you, allowing you to support him and lifting his ankle off the ground. “you look exhausted.” you mumble. your touch is soothing as you run a hand calmly along his shoulder, and you hum idly to yourself as you turn to press an innocent kiss to his temple.

“here, you can lean on me,” you murmur. “i’ll support you until i can get you to the kitchen to sit down.”

his eyes flutter closed beneath your ministrations, and he can’t manage more than a nod of acknowledgement. your skin is warm.

you’re warm.

he’s warm.

i’m… warm.

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deviltoys · 3 years

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oh shit i’m the shoto anon, didn’t think u wld see it💀 anyways being shos older brother wld be hot🥵

— ‘𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗶𝗶-𝘀𝗮𝗻.’

todoroki shoto x top!male reader. (wc; 945)

#a/n: god this req reminded me how fucking hot shoto is, anon, literally thank you. this added 10 years onto my life span, i am so horny for him smh. SORRY THIS IS SO BAD, I WISH I COULD'VE MADE IT LONGER!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, incest, incel!reader, little brother!shoto, degrading, cock riding, dumbification, minimal to no prep, tummy bulge, cum inflation, age gap (18-25).

getting fucked by your older brother was quite embarrassing, naturally it would be for everyone. especially when you two fucked like rabbits with no shame, but shoto had a guilt-free conscience when it came to being a slave for his nii-san’s big cock! why hide the pleasure of being ripped open by your big bro while he slurred nasty words your way.

he loved when you'd tell him how useless he was, he could care less how long you'd fuck him for — as long as your cock was rubbing around his insides and filling his belly with your messy cum, he'd let you use him till you were satisfied.

one day, while you were pigging out to your consle, eyes glued to the digital world displayed on your screen. shoto, couldn't help but mount up onto your cock without warning, bouncing till his ass was bruised and sore and the only thing he was able to hear was the sound of your hips against the curve of his plush ass.

despite your angry protests and the handful of hateful obscenities you threw his way, he rode out his high till you had came in him a multitude of times. the hot and sticky fluid acting as a lubricant for your little brother’s stretched hole — your cock threatening to slip out of the wet cavern everytime he matched your movements.

“a..ah! thank you nii-san, i’m nothing but a fuckable piece of meat for your cock!!”

“shut the hell up sho, i can't focus!” you let a few frustrated puffs of air push past your lips, he was becoming quite the distraction and you were so close to taking home a new record for your game and his constant whining and grinding wasn't helping. he sounded so fucking dumb, you couldn't even see the look plastered on his face but you knew it was gorgeous.

each time he'd engulf your length, his beautifully parted locks of hair fell freely over his eyes and his vision became blurs of red and white. he could barely focus on your gravely rebuttals, his mind was starting to shoot blanks with the push and pull of your hips. the raw squeals and whimpers you ripped out of him were electrifying, he couldn't shake his craving for more.

so just as you were able to get the win, your greedy younger brother picked up the pace he rode on your lap. causing you to miss the round winning kill by mere milliseconds. that was the breaking point for not only you but him as well — he was already so full of your cum that it had soiled your gaming chair and not to mention whatever clothes you had on, which were quickly removed short after.

you didn't let him hop off of your length like he usually did, no. pushing your pants down past your calves, you lifted shoto up by his forearms, cock still buried deep into his tight ass as you pressed his backside against your bed.

his legs kick up around your waist like usual, nails digging marks along the backside of your exposed torso — the side of his face instinctively hooking over your shoulder as you fuck him nice and deep into the matress.

“you dumb bitch, are you fucking kidding me? are you that hungry for my cum?”

“h..ha..m’ such a whore for your cock..big bro.” he mewled into your collarbone. that's exactly the answer you had predicted, he was so easy to read. he was born to serve you and it showed, he was nothing but a greedy deposit for your semen.

he didn't even bother supressing his pleasure, the shorter male only hiccuped in response to your shallow thrusts. his soft walls squeezing around your shaft so nicely, muddled thoughts escaping his brain one by one. there was no other choice but to drool into the ocean of sheets, fisting at the material until his fingers went numb.

“you enjoying this otouto, getting your guts rearranged by your older brother? what if dad came in and saw how much of a cock slut you are for me?”

you grunted in frustration when no answer was returned or attempted in the slightest. his mind was lost in the series of growls and the noise his little cock made as it bobbed between your abdomen and his. he couldn't even remember how to speak he was so dumbed out — you took this chance to drag his head back with your hand, analyzing the lewd expression on his face.

pure sin.

his tongue finally lolled out of his head, eyes not able to withstand the pressure as they hid beneath his thick lashes; tears pooling at the ends of each. the way your fat cock-head sat on his prostate so perfectly made his stomach tingle. not to mention how his scalp was burning with how harshly you would yank on his hair for support.

his tummy was so large, a tiny bulge peeking just above his usually slender waistline. you couldn't help but give it a little push — palming at the cum peppering his insides, his abdomen fluttered; jizz gushing from his lonely hole.

shoto was trying his damnedest to wrap his arms around your waist, desperately begging for you to plunge back into him. his back arching with each little nudge you gave his round gut, fasciated with how it released your load down his flexed thighs.

you obliged, sloppily unclamping his knees which buckled in the process of him twitching and milking your balls dry of their yummy cummies.

“you want more sho? good, because that wasn't even the punishment for ruining my game..”

#x male reader #dark blog #smut #top male reader #shoto todoroki x male reader #shoto todoroki x top male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x top male reader #bnha smut #shoto todoroki #🩹;works #🩹;shoto

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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hello, I love your blog, and I would like to ask how the brothers would react when an MC receives good news about something and hugs them, but the MC has big breasts and they are sitting, so their faces are "stuck" between her breasts. if you don't feel comfortable it's okay! thank u ♡

Brothers When MC Accidentally Puts Their Face Between Big Tiddies (Slightly NSFW)

Lucifer

When you had charged into his office excitedly he had been passed out on his desk, but luckily you didn’t notice that, you just seemed so happy, running straight over to him. You announced the news that had you so overjoyed, and just as he was about to congratulate you, you pulled him into a hug. First off, he was not used to hugs. Not only were you hugging him, but your breasts were hugging his face. If he had been wide awake, he probably would have scolded you for this, but he was still kind of dazed so… queue the smirk. Smug Lucifer is smug. He probably won’t stop thinking about it all day, and that smirk won’t leave his lips for a good bit.

“Don’t hesitate to come to me if you get any more good news, Y/N.”

Mammon

The fact that you found Mammon when he was sitting still somewhere is shocking to you. His head whipped around as soon as he heard your footsteps approaching, and he was already happy to see you. When you practically bounced over to him, already exclaiming about your good news, he was just excited that you came to him to tell him, that you thought of him. When you pulled him into that hug though, oh boy, he was not ready. Your breasts… his face was in between them. His arms wrapped around you though to hold you there a little longer, just long enough for him to stop blushing. Might have gotten a boner from it, but he isn’t letting you know about that.

“Oi! D-don’t ya go huggin’ up on no one else like that. And if ya get any more news, I wanna hear it first, ‘kay Y/N?”

Leviathan

He was playing video games, of course he was, what else would he be doing. You didn’t want to interrupt his gaming, but the news was just too good not to share immediately with your favorite otaku. You rushed into his room, pulling him into a hug while he was still at his desk, his eyes going wide as your breasts pushed his headphones off and now his face was stuck in between them. He’s redder than an apple, slightly hyperventilating and happy that you can’t hear it. Definitely popped a boner and he can’t even hide it because sweatpants aren’t very good for that. You ruined his kill streak with that hug, but he isn’t even upset about it. He’s just a flustered, stuttering mess.

“I.. that’s… I’m… super happy for you, Y/N. Y-you did tell me first… right?”

Asmodeus

He heard you coming down the hallway, turned in anticipation as your footsteps approached his door. Of course you were running to him, he knew you would at some point. You burst through the door, squealing with excitement and he only squealed right back, not really knowing what was so exciting but he absolutely adores whatever it is you’re doing. When you told him the good news, he cheered with you, and when you hugged him, well, he definitely didn’t have a problem with it. He’s not even shocked. Your tits aren’t the first pair he’s had his face between, but yours might just become his favorite. He doesn’t even let you move away, holding you closer to him as he nuzzled his face between your breasts. He’s not the avatar of lust for nothing.

“Maybe you should take your shirt off next time you hug me like this, Y/N. It’ll be much more enjoyable for us both.”

Satan

Sitting in the library, he focused on the book in his hands, thankful for the silence that would soon be broken by your barging into the room. He felt stupid for jumping slightly, but the unexpected intrusion to his quiet space sent a jolt through him. Trying to get angry at you for interrupting his Silent Sustained Reading time proved to be difficult considering you were jumping around so excitedly, and the smile on your face seemed to light up the room more than the fireplace ever could. You ran over to where he was sitting, pulling him into a tight hug, his face held between your breasts. It wasn’t awful, it definitely made losing his spot in the book worth it.

“I don’t think I heard you quite clearly the first time. How about you start again, Y/N, and don’t leave out the hug at the end.”

Beelzebub

Of course he was at the table when you found him, happily eating away when he looked up and saw you coming towards him. His smile was wide, it was always the same greeting when he saw you, he was just so happy to have you around. When he saw that you were happy he couldn’t help but be happy too. Your joy was his joy, obviously. Anything that made you excited would surely excite him. What he wasn’t expecting was the hug, not that he didn’t like your hugs, he loved them, but now his face was buried between your breasts and he was a flustered mess because he so clearly enjoyed it and now he was feeling hungry for something other than food.

“Would you like to go up to my room with me, Y/N? I want to hear all about it.”

Belphegor

Sleeping. He was always sleeping. That’s the way you had left him, and that’s the way you found him when you came back to the attic to tell him the news. You called his name out softly, enough to get him to at least sit up and seem like he was listening, but his eyes were still kind of closed. It didn’t really matter though, you just wanted to tell someone. The news rushed quickly from your lips, and just as he was about to lay back down and go to sleep he felt your arms around his neck. He quickly, almost instinctively wrapped his arms around you, his eyes slowly opening to find that his face was now snuggly resting between your breasts. It was nice, they were like pillows, and now he was not only tired, but also slightly turned on. He pulled you down with him on the bed, making sure your upper body never moved as he slowly dozed off again.

“Let’s just stay like this, Y/N. You’re so comfortable. These are definitely my new favorite pillows.”

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kallulovesu · 3 years

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Heyooo :) can you do headcannons for a platonic yandere allies ?? Am aroace so that's the kind that floats my boat, also do you ever feel tired of writing ?? Like .. ur so productive, it's awsome but like .. I hope ur doing it cuz u have energy not cuz you have followers waiting 😬 take care Plz ❤❤🥺

For the anon that asked that yandere reader ask, thx u inspired this ask ur idea is rad :3

(A/N:) ahh thank you for the worry anon, but it’s no problem really!💞 I wouldn’t be making as much content if I wasn’t having any fun, since it’ll probably end up feeling more like chore...and I hate doing chores 😭

That one protective friend that makes sure to check up on you every second (but it’s turned up to the extreme and downright becomes unhealthy in some cases)™

It was ironic to him. Out everyone that he had gotten to know over all these years— hell, perhaps even Arthur; you were the only one he felt like understood him the most. Not many seemed to notice what was going on beneath the surface of his facade, which was why he appreciated you being there. You still liked him despite the many flaws that he had, and tried your best being with him even if it became downright tiring. Alfred would be heavily dependent on you because of this, often going to you to cheer him up— or before he was going to make a rash choice.

So it was only natural that he couldn’t see himself being without you.

You were like a best friend to him; Alfred would even go as far as to say that he felt a familial connection between the two of you. So the deep desire to protect you was normal, wasn’t it? Even when he felt himself worrying for your well-being at even the slightest approach of a stranger, it was just his instinct telling him that there was something wrong. It wasn’t anything unhealthy. Thus, would usually drag you away from anyone that he found to be suspicious; even those he was already familiar with. This would probably result in a lot of arguments, with him trying to say what was ‘best for you’ and with you denying that you needed this much...protection. You swore that it almost felt like he was just isolating you from the others, to have you purely depend on him for whatever reason you couldn’t make up.

Alfred can’t handle being apart from you— nonetheless the idea of you being angry with him, or even hating him . It truly didn’t matter if the reason was rather ridiculous or not, the idea of you hating him just...made his stomach churn uncomfortably. You were his best buddy, and basically one of the only ones he could trust with his inner worries; and the risk of it all being taken away from him because of a silly, childish mistake was all it took to send the poor boy into a state of panic. Please don’t leave him, he’d do anything to keep you there with him. Begging, gifting— you name it.

Arthur didn’t completely seem to realize his feelings at first, confusing it with romantic attraction for a little while— before quickly seeming to realize that it was all purely platonic. He did feel a bit protective of you, maybe even possessive...but it had nothing to do with romance, nor lust. It was just him wanting to have someone beside him, someone that he could call a friend. And someone that would never leave his side.

It won’t be hard to notice how...bad his communication skills were; with him often saying things that he didn’t really mean and slightly setting you off. Arthur is stubborn, so it may take some time (and slight teasing at how much he hesitated) for him to actually apologize. You’ll probably get used to it after a while, since he’s one big tsundere.

Saying this out loud was an absolute no-no for this man— but you being around Arthur was often enough to make him the slightest bit happier. It felt a bit lonely at times, especially with less and less people being around him these past few years. So having you as a friend almost felt like a breath of fresh air.

He’s very critical of those you choose to be around with, often analyzing even the smallest of things so he can determine if they’re actually worth being around you. Which more often than not ends up... not being the case. Arthur will tell you to stay away from them; saying that they were suspicious, and probably had something bad in mind. He’ll resort to isolating you if you were to disobey him, trying to take as much of your attention— and perhaps even kidnapping you if the extreme were to happen. You were his one and only best friend, and he had to make sure you were safe. Always.

Totally the big brother type...well, he usually proclaims himself as being one, so it isn’t that much of a surprise.

Francis will make sure to absolutely pamper you with his attention; hanging out with you, sending letters whenever he was too busy...and simply sending gifts from France. He simply couldn’t let you go off feeling unloved!

He adores talking about you; usually going off on a mindless ramble whenever someone even mentions your name, like a proud father showing off his child. Others will usually compare him to one due to how much he adores talking about you— or simply the way that he treats you. Which would quickly be disregarded with a: “oh, I’m no father! They’re just such a nice little friend to have around, who wouldn’t want to praise such a delicate person?”

On a second note....he actually did feel like a father figure to you. Huh.

Francis will often suggest helping you out with your love life, perhaps even gushing over cute guys together that you found on a random dating app— before quickly realizing that he didn’t really want this. Those silly moments were fun and all, but having you talk with someone that could just be out to use you made him a bit angry...and paranoid, mainly the latter. He will make sure that anyone that even so much dares to get close you first gets his approval first. The feeling of a broken heart was all too familiar to him, and he didn’t want you to experience such a thing.

This may result in him checking up on you...an awful lot, making sure that those around you were only the best of the best and wouldn’t end up being bad influence to you. Yes, he truly was like a father.

A sibling-like person in his life that he didn’t feel insecure against and acknowledged him as his own person? Fuck yes!!

Jokes aside— Matthew really does care deeply for you. Perhaps it was due to the Canadian barely having those that he could...truly call close friends, so having you around almost felt like a blessing. Unlike Francis, he won’t really show you off or talk about you much, especially around his brother. The American had already stolen enough from him, so why would he let something like that happen again?

He’s extremely wary of anyone that even so much tries to make a move on you. It’s just...you were someone that he held extremely dear; and having you potentially getting hurt due to some lowlife that managed to slip into your life would absolutely break his heart. Matthew didn’t want to fail in protecting you, he would never forgive himself if something like that were to happen.

Losing you is something that he wishes to avoid completely. He’ll even go as far as kidnapping you if it came down to it, Matthew just couldn’t see himself living happily without you by his side.

Yao likes cute things...and you’re a cute friend, so it’s a perfect match!

But seriously, he thinks that you’re absolutely adorable. Whether it be because of your personality— or your appearance, it really doesn’t end up mattering in the end. You’re his cute little friend, and that’s all that matters!

He’ll often treat you with more, yet gentler care than most of the others around him. He knew that you were well capable of taking care of yourself; but he just couldn’t help but see you as something fragile, something that he had to protect. So you can already imagine how frustrated he gets when someone treats you with even the slightest bit of disrespect— Yao will often confront them immediately, while you awkwardly have to sit back and watch it all. Almost feeling pity for the person that had to endure your friend’s seemingly never-ending complaints.

Oh, he probably doesn’t quite realize how he comes off as a father at times; seeing how much he’ll scold you for the smallest mistakes (while making sure to correct you of course!) and how he usually made decisions for you, making it hard to refuse his gestures due to his pushy nature. But it’ll probably become a normal thing for the two of you as time progresses, since it’s just...how Yao was, you assumed.

His controlling behavior will also reflect on how he treats your personal life. Yao is very selective of who he lets you be around with, so he’ll often look at your acquaintances and friends with a very critical eye, immediately expressing his distaste in them if they were even to do the smallest thing wrong. “Such a brute isn’t worth being around, (y/n).” Yao will warn you to stay away from them, but won’t bring it up any further if you decide to do what he says. If you don’t then...well, he had special friends to help him out with his dirtier work.

Yao might consider kidnapping you if this behavior keeps on repeating, but won’t feel compelled to actually do it unless something bad were to happen.

Ivan will always try his best to be there for you! While it most likely won’t quite work with him being a rather busy person; a country, nonetheless, but he’ll do his upmost best. It was extremely hard for Ivan to make friends that...weren’t scared of him or secretly disliked him, so having you was such a relief!

Being his only friend, he’ll make sure to be absolutely devoted to you— perhaps in a way that wasn’t too healthy in a friendship, and would often be looked down upon by those looking at your relationship from an outsider’s perspective. But could one truly blame him? Ever since he was born it felt like everyone around him were either toying with him, or were utterly terrified of the boy expect for his two sisters. It was lonely...so it isn’t hard to imagine how overjoyed he was once having you in his life; someone that didn’t display the usual fright whenever he approached them, nor did you look like you were out to hurt him.

Ivan appreciated you a lot.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that you’d most likely become the target of a few other countries, your connection with Ivan wasn’t extremely hidden from the outside world... (from how much he’d senselessly mutter things about you when daydreaming, and the many times he stuck by your side) and so, others would take it to their advantage. Those like Alfred will probably try convince you to leave Ivan’s side, spewing terrifying stories of the man to try and stir up something inside of you so you could leave him. It was mainly for your own safety, yes. But it was also to make the Russian weaker. It was obvious that he was depending on you heavily, and losing you would...god forbid if that would ever happen. Ivan would completely lose himself, perhaps even snapping completely.

So don’t hesitate to tell Ivan if someone was bothering you! Ivan will make sure to get rid of the little parasite from your life in an instant, giving them a short warning whenever the two come across each other...and making sure that he got his point across! It’s better to ignore their sudden disappearance after that day, since someone like them wasn’t worth lingering in your mind.

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Slow & Steady [P1] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Hey bishes. I snapped and decided to publish first chapter of my current project. This was inspired by @glitterfreezed playlist . Honestly I am so thrilled for this story. It’s different from everything I have written so far and I am excited for how it will turn out. Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

Synopsis : Isn’t love a matter of timing after all ? That’s what Sabo has always thought. It was about finding the right tempo, making the right moves and hitting the right spot. Patience is a virtue after all, and he had a lot of it. It all started when your ex cheated on you. You were heartbroken, you needed someone and he was there. Was he always that hot ? You didn’t know. But after that night you have never seen him in the same way. Part II -

Part I :

“(Y/N)…You should really stop drinking. Said Nami as she took the cup off your hands.

-Leave me alone ! I wanna drink some more…Come on…Let me drink“ you said as you reached weakly for the cup in her hand but ended up stumbling and almost falling.

You were quick to feel an arm encircle your waist. Your intoxicated senses could still pick up his scent, a mixture of mint and cologne. His gloved hand held you a little tighter against him so you don't fall.

« Sabo ! Glad to see you here. I didn't know what to do with her...She's been drinking non-stop.

His hand tightened possessively around your waist. He only knew too well what happened, yet he still asked Nami for confirmation :

« -Hey Nami, What's wrong ? (Y/N) isn't used to drink this much. -Oh...I don't know if I'm technically supposed to tell you but... » she bit her lower lip « let's say that she broke up with (ex). »

You started hysterically laughing as you heard you now ex's name while trying to escape from Sabo's firm grip.

« Eeeeeeeh ? Saboooo~ ? Whatcha doin' here huh ? Oh gosh are you following me ? Why do I always see ya everywhere ? Come're...Let's dance together~ Saboo.. » you screamed so he could hear you over the music.

The nightclub was extremely crowded but you needed all these faces, all these bodies almost crushing you on the dance floor. You needed to drown your pain in alcohol, the pain of being used and discarded, of being betrayed.

You didn't talk about this to Sabo, your bestfriend. You didn't want him to see you in this pathetic state. Seeing you like this made the blood pump into his veins. His fist clenched, but he tried to keep his calm. He slid a hand in his blond locks, sighing and rocking his head back.

He had to keep it in, if he lost his temper, it was going to be the end for your ex.

« I'm going to take her home » He says to Nami as he holds you by your arm.

« 'kay ! Here, she gives him your purse. Take good care of her okay ? I'm counting on you. » She seemed really worried.

-What are you guyyyz on about ? I don't wanna go home ! I wanna drink some more...Come on Sabo, you're no fun. It's good to loosen up from time to time. You're always so uptight...Come on...Lemme go...

-There is no way that I am going to let you in this state, (Y/N)

-That's none of your business ! Let me go....It has nothing to do with you.

Your words hurt but he was used to them, his role as your « best friend » meant that you were always blunt with each other, and usually it amused him, but not tonight.

« You're coming with me.

-Namiiiiiiii, you traitor! »

Sabo ignored your loud whines taking you to his car, eyebrows tied together, his blood on fire. He felt guilty ; he didn't prevent you from this hearbreak, he didn't protect you, his dear princess. He was too fooled by how happy you seemed, by the way you spoke so eagerly about that bastard, making him wish that it was him instead. But that was going to change.

You fell asleep while on the backseats of the car. Your dress was slightly up, showing your beautiful legs. It was extremely painful for Sabo to concentrate on the road, his head fuming because of anger and because of seeing you so vulnerable at his side. As you were sleeping and he didn't want to leave you alone, he decided to bring you to his own appartement that he shared with Ace.

He held you like a princess as if you were as light as a feather. Once inside, he put you on the couch. You slowly opened your eyes ;

-Sabooo...Ohh...We're at your place...Where's Ace ?

-Ace is spending the night with Thatch. You can stay here till tomorrow. I can't leave you alone...Well...Like this.

You rubbed your eyes together, sitting on the sofa. He found your flushed face extremely cute.

-Ohhh...’kayy...Gosh I'm nauseous..you put your hand over your lips. You looked at the glass of water on the table and got up to reach for it, but you stumbled and dropped the glass on the floor.

-Oh goddamnit...I'm sorry...you bent over to collect the shattered glass but Sabo's hand held yours ;

-It's fine, I'll take care of it. Are you hurt ?

You look at your hand some blood was dripping from the fresh cut. You instinctively put your finger in your mouth while looking into his eyes :

-Uh-uh it's fine...I'm really sorryyy for the glass.

-It's okay. I'll bring you another one, you just wait here, and don't touch anything. He says as he collects the pieces of glass to throw them away. Then he disappears into the kitchen only to come back with a glass of water.

You were sitting there, on the couch, in your underwear ; a simple set of black bra and cotton panties. Your dress was on the floor and you reached for the remote control to turn the T.V. on. Sabo blinked many times. He knew that you were bestfriends, and that you probably only thought of him as a brother, yet, you have never stripped in his presence. He almost dropped the glass of water but thankfully he managed to keep his cool. You were drunk. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially not tonight.

« Here, drink up. » He sits next to you and you put your legs on his ;

-Thank you~ Ahh, I took off my dress because it was wet. You said as you gestured to the said black dress. I didn't want to get your couch wet...Also it's kinda hot. You don't mind huh ? It's not like you've never seen me in a swimsuit before...Duuh. Wait ? Are you looking at my chest ??? Eh Sabo, stop right there you're looking at my chest ! I'm sure you're doing it haha.

You said playfully. You had a point, you were to the beach together before, but something about seeing you in underwear was different, and he hated himself for looking at you that way while you were so vulnerable.

-I'm not looking. As you said, it's not like I've never seen you in a swimsuit before. You're going to get a cold though. I'll get you a shirt.

He moves your legs out of the way and gets up.

-Okayyy~ But don't make me wait blondie.

-Blondie ? He stops and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, which makes you laugh super hard. - You know what ? Nevermind.

He proceded to ignore you and comes back with a shirt and some shorts. He took advantage of the situation to change into a white shirt and gray sweatpants. He takes place next to you on the couch as you were too focused watching cartoons and laughing at every not-so-funny joke.

You managed to put the black shirt on which was too big for you, reaching your thighs. You just threw the shorts away because the shirt was long enough to cover your panties.

-Thankyou~ Wha, your clothes really smell good. Kinda smells like you. You smell good.

He knew that your words were innocent, and that you were much more open because of the alcohol, however, he couldn't help but find you extremely adorable wearing his shirt. The thought of what your ex did made him extremely angry. How could he hurt you this way, you, almost an angel ?

If only you let him love you, he would never hurt you that way, he would cherish and protect you. You’ll never need anyone but him.

An hour passed, with you laughing extremely loud and him trying to keep his calm as you teased him -unconsciously-, putting your head on his shoulder or messing with him. Then, as you were starting to get a bit sleepy at one in the morning, you let your head fall on his lap and said ;

« Thank you for taking care of me Sabo. You're always here for me...Youuu always help me, you really are an amazing guy.

You were getting emotional so you put your hands on your face, a bit uncomfortable while talking about your feelings this way. Even though you were bestfriends, you weren't the kind to open up about her feelings so much. You hated being perceived as weak. He ruffled your hair lovingly, taking your hands slowly away from your face. His eyes were extremely gentle, it almost melt your pained heart. You couldn't help but think of your ex, and what he did.

-It's normal (Y/N), I wish I could've prevented all of this. I am sorry for what happened.

-Why are you sorry Sabo ? It's not your fault...It's just me, it's like I'm a fuckboy magnet or something...You said with a bitter laugh, trying to dedramatize the situation.

You sat down again on your knees on the couch, he turned a bit so he was facing you. He didn't know what to say to ease your pain. He didn't know what to say without betraying his emotions, without giving himself away.

-It's like...Everyone I meet plays me and breaks my heart. I'm so done...I really...What did I do wrong huh ? Why did he have to cheat on me ? Am I not enough ? Am I not pretty enough ? Am I not good enough for him ? What's wrong with me... ? Tell me Sabo what's wrong with me...

You did your best at holding your tears. Sabo gently placed his hand on the back of your head, this gesture was even better than words for you. You just snapped and started crying, your mascara staining the white shirt.

-You are more than enough (Y/N). He is just a bastard. You are extremely pretty..You are kind...Every man dreams to have you by his side. Shh..Don’t cry...he gently caressed your hair

You jolted back, looking him in the eyes and sniffing. He hated to think that in this moment, you were adorable, like a little puppy that was only asking to be protected :

-You're so kind Sabo...Why can't I attract guys like you huh ?

His eyes darkened, he never expected you to say anything like this. He knew it was the alcohol, he knew you didn't mean it, yet, it lit something new inside of him : a hint of hope. And if this wasn't better, you kept going on :

-I mean, you're handsome...You're kind, you're smart...And you make me laugh...you laughed a bit, hell you've seen me at my worst haha ! You really are amazing~I’m so lucky to be your best friend.

you moved yourself a bit because you were getting uncomfortable sitting on your knees on the couch like that. You just slipped onto his lap, and it wasn't the first time you did that. Actually, you had to sit on his lap many times when you were teenagers and you didn't have enough place in the car. But this time was different, you were both adults, and you were drunk and heartbroken.

-I'm sure that a lot of girls are into you...

You look down at his shirt, it's true that you have seen Sabo many times before, but you have never noticed that he was this attractive. You run your hand in his hair as if you were discovering his face for the first time, and you felt some kind of electricity between both of you. He was letting you go too far, almost to the point of no return, but you kept going on and on without leaving him the time to even process one thing.

-Why don't you tell me about anyone huh ? Don't you like girls ? What about that girl, Koala, I'm sure she's into you ! She's pretty cute and...Ahh...Don't tell me you're gay Sabo ???!

You put a hand on your lips simulating a shocked reaction. You knew him for so long and you would be offended if your bestfriend was gay and never told you about it. He held your hand and took it away from your lips. Looking at you with eyes you've never seen before. A serious look, you could've sworn that it was the look of yearning :

-I am not.

His voice firm, just like his grip on your wrist. You could've sworn that you saw something mirrored in his black eyes, something that disappeared as fast as it first appeared. And this thing, that little flame that you almost saw thrilled you. You wanted to understand this change in atmosphere, and why he wasn't laughing along with you. You felt a bit intimidated.

Did you go too far?

Probably.

But you wanted to go too far.

You wanted to feel something, to forget the stinging pain, to do things that you would regret.

You wanted to sabotage yourself, as a form of punishment.

But for what? And what did he do to deserve this?

Those questions didn't even cross your mind, adrenaline rushing through your veins making your mind blank. You were defying him with your eyes.

« Oh » you said, a mischievous smile forming on your lips. He didn't like this at all. He didn't like how you took all of this as a game while he was serious. But he was that desperate to see your next move.

The game has just started. It was the perfect timing.

«-Prove it.

-This is getting ridiculous. You should go to sleep as you are saying nonesense.

He knew that you were drunk, but pushing his buttons like this ? It was out of the question for him to take advantage of the situation. His feelings were sincere towards you. He didn't want to do something and betray your trust. He was better than your bastard ex.

If something was meant to happen, he wanted more than a hookup, he didn't want to abuse of the girl that he has always knew and loved and that saw him as a brother, even if she was half naked on his lap.

It took every ounce of control he had. Every drop of patience in his system to not block you on the couch and kiss your glossy lips.

-You're such a coward...Really...You scared huh ? You're scared ! Say that you've never been with a girl~ Come on, admit it...Who would've known huh ? Sabo you're always so cool~ But in reality you're juuusttttt a virgiiin. I'm so gonna tell Ace ! It's over for you blondie~

You playfully said unaware of the effect of your words, and of how dangerous they were, awakening something almost feral inside of him, just for a few seconds he lost control, pinning you against the couch fist on the side of your face. His face was so close to yours, his hair caressing your cheek and almost making you giggle.

You have never been this close to Sabo, physically speaking. You felt his leg between yours and you instinctively closed rubbed against it for friction. You just wanted to numb the feelings away. In that moment, you wanted to taunt him, you would've wanted anyone to fuck you. In fact, has he left you in that night club, you would've definitely ended in someone's bed.

But he took you here, so it was his fault, right ? So now it had to be him. He had to numb out the pain.

He was serious.

Sabo, your sweet blondie. Sabo the good friend. Sabo that was always here to pick you up everytime your heart was shattered in million pieces on the ground.

«-Don't try me. I think I'm really close to reaching my limit (Y/N) »

You felt thrilled to see him being serious. You wanted to push his buttons and make him mad. More mad. Because you were broken and you needed some intensity to forget. In that moment, you closed the gap between your lips and encircled his neck with your arms, leaning into a kiss: a desperate, sloppy, drunken kiss. Sabo's eyes opened wide as he felt your soft lips on his. He would have never expected this moment to happen. He never imagined his first kiss with you to be this way. You were so eager, so desperate, and the way you kissed him reflected your conflicted emotions. You kissed him like you needed him, not like you wanted him.

And that made him full of tenderness.

He sustained your back, bringing you a bit closer to his chest as you pulled down, eyelids heavy, eyes full of tears :

-Sabo...Kiss me back...Please...I need you. He wanted you, he wanted you so bad that it angered him, but the taste of alcohol on his lips reminded him of your state. His lack of reaction made you even more desperate ; -Sabo don't you want me ? Am I not pretty enough ?...Tell me Sabo...Am I not good enough ? You started nibbling on his ear, and he couldn't help but get hard, he was human after all, and he has loved you for so many years. You whispered into his ear ;

« Saboo I want you to fuck me »

That was it. That was enough. He got up leaving you there on the couch. Trying so hard not to lose it. He wasn't that guy. If anything, he was mad at your ex, seeing you so hurt that you would initiate something with him, thinking that it was only because of the heart break and alcohol. He held you in his arms like a princess ;

«-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep.

-B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... »

He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you.

«-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober. »

- Please support me by leaving feedback <3 it motivates me to keep going ! I am tagging people who asked to be tagged or exepressed interest. If you wanna be tagged, ask me ! Enjoy~

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Return of the cub pt.1

Isaac Lahey x reader

Requested by anon “Can u please do a teen wolf imagine where y/n is a hale sister who was in the fire and peter helped her get out but when she did get out she got taken by Gerard and she had been kept with him being tortured by him for 6 years (and obviously she’s assumed to be dead by Derek and peter)and it’s at the end of season 2 where everyone is in that wherehouse place and Gerard says something like “Derek I believe I have something that belongs to you” and brings her out and she’s weak and tied up and stuff and his reaction and maybe peters to to seeing her alive again. And maybe it could be in a few parts where it’s the start of season 3 (no Cora in this)and how she has been adjusting obviously she is pretty traumatised and angry so only really talks to a few people Derek, Peter, isaac and boyd but Scott being the sweetheart he is is trying to help her too but she is wary as he hangs around with Allison and she obviously has a strong hatred for Argents and doesn’t trust Allison at all or Scott cause he dated her and maybe when y/n goes back to school Derek tells Scott and stiles to keep Allison away from her or else she might attack her or something and she is closest to isaac and he actually really likes her and even though she can protect herself he grows protective over her and her over him too.”

Warning- talks of torture, blood, breakdown, ptsd, violence, and some fluff

Episode 2x12

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“Uncle Peter, where are you going?” You ask hoarsely as you grab his arm to pull him underground with you.

Said man turns and begins pushing you down into the secret passage that led underground, constantly looking over his shoulder as pained shouts echoed from everywhere in the house. “I’m going to help the rest of our family,” he assures you, “we’ll catch up to you later. Just run.”

You hesitate and inch forward to follow him, but the thick black smoke was stinging your eyes, and overwhelming your lungs, causing you to cough repeatedly and violently. Only urging Peter to keep pushing you down so you could at least have a chance to survive. “Y/N, go! I’m right behind you!”

Peter slowly begins to close the hatch over you and shares one last assuring look before the tunnel is basked in darkness, leaving you to try and use what you could of your heightened vision to try and see through the smoke that had gathered within the tunnel, since you couldn’t transform. It was so thick that your vision was barely working, not only that but your concentration to get out safely was not fully there, it was clouded and mixed with the worry for your family. You wanted to go back and help as well, to stop the screams you heard pound in your ears and ache your heart, but you had to listen to your uncle Peter, to your mother and Derek, who all urged you to leave them behind for your own safety.

Perhaps that was a mistake though, traveling alone while you were weak from the injuries you’ve endured, from the smoke that clouded your lungs and mind, because it kept you off guard and inattentive to the different smoke that slowly began to invade the tunnel and mix with the fires smoke. You hadn’t noticed it at first, your clouded mind didn’t register the different smell until your vision began to get impaired and cloud increasingly more, whilst your whole body weakened to the point you were tripping over your own two feet.

At first you thought it was just you not being able to handle the smoke, but everything hurt much more than the fresh burn mark on your legs. You could see the light of the moon shining through at the end of the tunnel, but just as you could reach it you tripped again, this time unable to push yourself up.

“Come on,” you mumble to yourself as you begin to drag yourself forward, feeling your muscles weaken and your body ache increasingly more. “Al-most there.” You let out another harsh cough and feel your fingers dig into the dirt, just inches from the exit, but right as you were going to get out multiple footsteps sounded behind you, a voice not hesitating break the sounds of the distorted screams sounding in your ears. “A wolf's cubs first instinct to do while in danger is to run off and hide, while the mother and the pack stay behind to protect them.” He chuckles and his hand grabs your shoulder to flip you around to face the man you now identified as, Gerard Argent.

“I,” you try to say hoarsely as you try to keep your eyes open, “I haven’t hurt anyone.”

“No,” Gerard says, “but you little cub, have fallen straight into a hunter's trap.” He crouch’s down and grabs you by your neck, making you let out a pained whimper as he lifts you towards him. “And this time neither your mother, nor your pack will be here to come to your rescue.”

*6 YEARS LATER*

“It’s time,” Gerard shares smugly, as he tilts your chin up so you could meet his cold eyes. “To finally have that family reunion you’ve been dreaming of.”

You narrow your gaze and shake your head. “You said they were dead.”

“They are. All except for your uncle Peter and your brother Derek, of course,” Gerard chuckles, stepping back to uncuff you, “and we’re going to pay them a visit.” He pulls out a handful of wolfsbane and blows it towards you so you could fall unconscious. So you can dream again of the family you had lost; not dream of what you went through that night, but the last happy moment you had shared.

It was nice as long as the dreams lasted. But of course there was always that unfortunate moment you had to wake up. This time unlike the past seven years, waking up somewhere different, somewhere loud and brighter.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, and sounds of groans, grunts, screams and utters of words slowly registered in your ears, just as the smell of blood slowly filtered through your nose. Your mind was barely conscious but Gerard made sure you’d be more awake for his big entrance.

“Not yet sweetheart!” You recognize Gerard warn someone as he dragged you along with him, pulling you away from the shadows and continuing maliciously. “Derek.” Gerard drops you on the ground and kicks you forward so the light will reveal your body and face. “I believe I have something you lost.”

“Y/N!” A voice shouts, making you weakly push yourself up to shift your head and see a tall man with short dark hair, and a beard too match. “Y/N,” he called again, yet you didn’t recognize his face. His eyes though, they were familiar...deeply blue and kind.

“Derek?” You call hoarsely with a smile spreading on your lips.

His eyes widen and you both want to go towards each other, but his arms betray him and make him fall back down to the ground.

“So you can behave,” Gerard taunts Derek. “A gift for what I want from you.”

“Isaac,” Derek shouts, “take her and get her to safety. Before he changes his mind.”

Without hesitance, a boy with light brown hair and kind blue eyes walks up to you, gently grabbing your arm to help you to your feet. “Come on,” he whispers, “I’ll help you.”

You turn your head to meet his gaze and offer him a small smile. “Thank you.”

He returned the smile, and for the first time in a long time you felt a sense of solace, kindness and security.

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“Hi,” the boy greets you a bit too overly giddy, “I’m Stiles.” He extends his hand to offer it to you with a nervous smile on his face.

You look at him up and down, furrowing your eyebrows as you pick up on an odd emotion that makes you scoff. “And I’m uninterested.”

“Right,” he scoffs as his hand slaps on his leg and his brown eyes turn into a glare. “You're a Hale. Would it ever kill you guys to be nice and happy for once?”

“Almost did,” you retort, “once.” You push past him and try to walk towards a more secluded corner, try to stay away from the sound of beating hearts, and overbearing people that begin to overwhelm you. But they kept coming at you too overly giddy.

“I’m Scott McCall,” he grins sweetly and his jaw only appears to be more crooked. “I just want to let you know that I’m here if you need to help. If you want to go to school, you can go to ours. And if you need any girls to talk to, theirs Alison Argent and...” his words begin to trail off, going through one ear and going out the other as your mind focuses on every sound besides the words coming out of his mouth. It was all overwhelming, all of them, you weren’t used to so many people, or it being so loud anymore. It felt like torture being amongst all these strangers, hearing the sounds of their hearts beating, the sounds of their quiet inhales and soft exhales.

You wanted to focus on the silence, on something comforting, but every other sound invaded your ears; you heard the busy street a couple miles away, the cars honking and their tires on the asphalt, you heard the people miles away, the sounds of birds chirping and it all just pounded in your head, made it spin. You wanted to focus on one thing, but your eyes bounced around the strange room and found nothing familiar, no one familiar you could focus on.

“Where’s Derek?” You mutter, but no one heard you. All you heard was your own breathing beginning to pick up as you began to hyperventilate. “Where’s my uncle Peter? Where’s…” you trail off and everything spins faster, you could feel your claws slowly come out, like your fangs did as your eyes changed into their gold color. Scott’s voice was still registering in the depths of your mind, but it was background noise now. Neither boy noticed your panicked state, not like it was obvious right away.

Not until the sound of a loud beep suddenly going off inside the house set you off, finally letting both boys notice how you were getting, how you grabbed onto the sides of your head while you fell to your knees and began to hyperventilate.

“Hey! Hey!” A different voice slowly seeps in your ears, “what’s wrong with you two idiots?! She’s not used to too much noise yet. You’re overwhelming her! Where’s Derek?!”

Someone grabs your shoulders before they crouch down to reveal to you that it's your uncle Peter trying to calm you down. “Y/N, it’s uncle Peter, just focus on my voice.”

Your eyes lift to look at his familiar blue ones, but all you see is the memory of him when he was helping you escape. That memory haunted you because you always thought it was the last you’d see of him, it was engraved within you and taunted you now with what was real and could be daydreams.

“Y/N—”

“You’re dead,” you mutter, “you’re dead, you’re not real.” You close your eyes and want to wake up, but you’re fully conscious. You can’t find the way to calm down until someone does, the guy that lived with Derek, the same guy that helped you that day Gerard finally brought you out of your cage, Isaac Lahey.

“Hey, y/n, y/n, you’re okay, you’re safe, it’s just us,” he spoke softly, the sound of his soothing voice making you open your eyes to see his blue eyes meet yours, bringing a comfort that felt strange, but assuring.

“Where’s Derek?” Your uncle Derek asks, slightly annoyed by the fact that he was missing.

“Out,” you hear Stiles answer.

“Right,” Peter growls, he continues to stand up and sigh loudly before he doesn’t hesitate to kick them out. “I think it’s time for you all to leave, it’s enough visit time. Come back uhmm, perhaps not anytime soon.”

Both boys protest, but Peter begins to push them out of the house, letting Isaac help you to your feet and continue to try and help you.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be,” you mumble, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he reassures you, “it’s going to take time to get used to all this. But I’ll be here to help,” his eyes shift to the door to make sure that your uncle Peter, was still out so he could continue without worrying he’ll get in trouble for speaking and being so close to you. “Trust me I can relate with past trauma, so I’ll be here to help you.”

You meet his eyes and smile softly as you gently grab his shoulder. “Thank you. Really, thank you. Out of everything here, you’re the only thing that feels normal...and I mean that in a good way.” You express a nervous chuckle and slowly slide your hand off his shoulder. “So thanks.”

Isaac smiles and just as he was going to say something he backs away from you a good amount as he hears Derek, and Peter return home.

“I’m sorry I was gone too long,” Derek directs to you as his eyes glance between Isaac and you for a brief second. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod as you walk to sit on the couch. “Thanks to Isaac,” you smile softly.

Your uncle Peter looks at Isaac and tilts his head as he narrows his gaze into a glare. He doesn’t tell him anything, but he makes the boy squirm away into the shadows of the room.

“Anyway,” your uncle Peter slowly says, “can you transform yet?”

You sigh and shake your head, “not yet, not fully.” You look at your hand and watch as you bring your claws out to continue, “I can just transform like the rest of you until I gain more strength.”

“Wh-what do you mean you can’t fully transform?” Isaac queries curiously as he steps towards the light again.

Derek sits beside you looks at Isaac with a knowing smirk and just assures him with a simple cocky answer, “you’ll see soon enough.”

A/N-Their will be maybe two more parts to this request!

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Hiii!! I've been following your work since the beginning and i just wanted to give u a big squeeze of a hug for blessing us with all of your fics 'cause i feel like we don't deserve u for blessing us with all these wonderful feysand content that u are sharing.

I hope all is well with ur life and in ur studies, and if it's not too much to ask, would you consider writing a feysand au where Feyre & Rhys aren't mates, but are happily in love and in a relationship--when all of a sudden, one of them meets their mate (preferably Rhys..?) or something like that 😚. Won't lie to u that im dying to know what events would play out and how Feyre would react if this scenario happened. Really no pressure to write this or anything just wanted to try my luck with this idea :DD. Thank u!

Bestie, ooof. What are you trying to do to me? Can you imagine how heartbreaking that would be for Feysand to be happy and in love, waiting patiently for the mating bond to snap only to find out they were star-crossed lovers all along? Well you don’t have to imagine it, because I already have. And if I’m going to be in torment over Feysand angst, I’m (affectionately) dragging you all down with me.

P.s. thank you for the submission lovely, I hope you enjoy <3

The Chains That Bind Us

Word count: 1,956

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Feyre and Rhysand were happily married. For 300 years, they had basked in what seemed like an infinite stretch of rapture, working alongside and complimenting each other with a grace and chemistry that had always felt predestined. They had always been certain they were mates, but time had flowed on and neither had felt the inkling of that special, magic bond.

They have resigned that perhaps the mating bond will never snap, perhaps that’s simply not what they were to one another, but that was okay. It was enough to be husband and wife, to be High Lord and Lady, to be happy and in love. They didn’t need a mating bond to reaffirm what they felt for one another. Things were already perfect as they were.

Until they weren’t. Until they had journeyed together to Illyria to oversee the announcement of the first all-female battalion. It had been a long term goal of Rhysand and his brothers to finally battle back the long ingrained sexism of Illyrian culture, and the visit was meant to be a celebration. A liberating ceremony, in honor of their mothers and all the females who had been victims of prejudice.

But when the leader of the battalion stepped forward to be acknowledged for her accomplishments, Rhysand had gone rigid at Feyre’s side, his breathing suddenly ragged. His pupils were blown wide, eyes fixed, riveted to the female.

Feyre felt her whole world had imploded in that moment. Especially when that female’s eyes had met her High Lord’s and had frozen just the same, the two bearing matched expressions of awe and disbelief.

She was certain she was going to be sick. Such a thing would be far from befitting of a High Lady, so Feyre had immediately winnowed back to their River House, back into their bathroom where she was instantly emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

Rhysand was there not too long after, holding back Feyre’s hair. They said nothing to each other, not until Feyre had recovered enough to turn and face her husband.

She was entirely unprepared for the way her heart shattered to meet his face, to meet those lovely eyes she had loved for centuries. Eyes that had only moments before been staring at another female with so much blind devotion it had torn her open.

“Feyre—” he started.

“I suppose we should have assumed that something like this could happen,” she interrupted, because she couldn’t bear to hear him apologize. Not for something like this, something that was entirely out of either of their control.

“It doesn’t change anything,” he insisted, but there was a strain to his voice that had never been present before. A bite that Feyre was convinced was the result of Rhysand battling against his instincts to return to Illyria, to that female.

“It changes everything, Rhys.”

She was already weeping as she choked the words out, because speaking them made them true. Those few centuries of bliss between them, they were a bubble, a perfectly crafted delusion that had finally popped.

“I love you,” Rhys seethed, as though arguing with himself. “I don’t even know that females name—”

“It doesn’t matter, Rhys. She’s your—”

“Don’t say it,” he begged, his voice a broken rasp. “Please, don’t say it.”

Somehow, that made it impossibly worse. That Rhys had been gifted this incredible, Cauldron-blessed thing, but was scorning it for her sake. Most Fae dreamed of the moment their mating bond would snap, and here was her husband acting as if it was his worst nightmare.

But Feyre knew what it was like for males. She knew he was clawing against every instinct in his mind, screaming at him to go to his mate, to know her name, to claim her. Feyre stifled another sob. Rejected mating bonds could drive a male mad. How could she ever think to do that to him? How could she deny him this piece of himself?

What broke her heart more than anything is that Feyre knew he would. Rhysand would reject his bond, would let that intrinsic part of his soul be torn away, for her sake. If Feyre asked, he would stay. He would stay and be miserable.

“I can’t do this to you, Rhys. I can’t force you to stay with me out of duty. I will not be your jailor.”

“You are my wife,” Rhys choked, reaching for her hand. He drew her palms to his face, allowing her to caress his cheeks. He shut his eyes as he nuzzled into her touch, causing his unshed tears to fall, racing down to collect at her hands. “You are my High Lady. You are the only one I want to be with.”

That wrecked another sob through Feyre’s body, which came out as a harsh exhale as she tried to restrain it. “You’d be a broken male without her, Rhys. The Cauldron—” she sucked in a strangled breath. Some truths were just too difficult to confront— “The Cauldron didn’t intend for us to be together.”

“Damn the Cauldron,” he growled, reaching for her with newfound conviction. “No one and nothing can decide who I love. No one can tell me that you are not who I belong with—who I belong to.”

Feyre allowed him to bundle her in his arms, to press her fiercely against his chest. She knew moments like this were fleeting, where they could hold each other as husband and wife. Already, their love was tarnished. Tainted. Blood spilled onto white snow. How long would it take for this mating bond to seep, to spill into the cracks, to spread until it consumed them? She couldn’t see an outcome where they could stay together unblemished, where they wouldn’t come to resent one another.

“Rhysand, listen to me love,” Feyre said, and found that her voice was steadier than she anticipated. “I care more about you being happy than I care about that happiness being found with me. Do you understand?”

“I would not be happier without you, Feyre.” His voice was ripe with earnesty. When she turned those eyes to meet his, those violet depths were burning, the silver constellations completely eclipsed by molten amethyst. He swallowed thickly. “Do I… want that female? Yes.” Feyre cringed to hear her husband admit it outloud. “But, that is just my instincts. I will be able to manage them with time. This bond is nascent. My love for you? It’s endured for centuries. The cauldron is not faultless; my parents were mates and they were miserable together. I could never imagine someone so perfect to walk beside me as you, Feyre. I do not seek another, no matter what fate has to say for it.”

Feyre allowed the comfort of his words to wash over her. She rested her head against Rhysand’s shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, letting herself lavish in the rhythm of him, the beat of his heart steady in his chest.

“I will understand if you change your mind,” she whispered. “I do not hold you to your vows. If you become unhappy, if one day you cannot resist the pull you feel towards her… I will not hold it against you. I give you permission to… to leave me.”

Rhys let out a small, rueful laugh before he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. “How could I desert a love that is so selfless? The least I could do in the wake of such a declaration is promise to never see that female again.”

Feyre shook her head emphatically. “Don’t promise me that, Rhys. Just—just promise me that we’ll always be honest with each other. That we’ll always be a team, whether it be as rulers, or as lovers, or… or just as friends.”

“I promise,” he swore. “I vowed on my court and crown that I will love you for eternity. And I still know that to be true, even now. My soul… it might belong to someone else. But my heart, Feyre, it will always belong to you.”

There was something irreparably changed between them. They both knew it, could sense the way it lingered between them. The first crack, and possibly not the last. What they had was fragile now, but they had a gift for being delicate with one another.

The silence hung between them, a wretched, discomfiting presence that had never been there before. Both not quite sure what to say, not quite sure where this put them. She watched Rhysand’s lower lip quiver, understood that it was from the strain of not burdening her with his own turmoil over the situation.

Feyre tutted as she threw her arms around him, recognizing the signs of his crumbling. Rhys bowed his head in shame, burying his face into her chest.

“I’m sorry,” he gasped against her, releasing a sob of his own. “I’m sorry it couldn’t have been you. I wanted it to be you. I’m a failure of a husband, for putting you through this.”

“You are an excellent husband,” Feyre protested, threading her fingers through his hair soothingly. Her voice was still raw. “I don’t blame you for this, Rhys. I love you just the same.”

He lifted his head so their tear-stained faces were level. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, still glistening in silver. “What do we do now?”

They clung to each other so tightly, as if they pressed hard enough they could redirect fate, could mold their souls together and correct the misdeed of the Cauldron.

“I don’t know,” Feyre answered, burying her face in his shoulder as if it would hide her from the truth of the world. “I suppose we have no choice but to keep going. We’ll find our footing again. Together. And if we don’t… well, maybe we can wish on the stars.”

There was a huff of air at her ear. A laugh, she guessed, or something like it, something wry and humorless. Rhys moved underneath her, and Feyre pulled away to watch in confusion as her husband rose to his feet.

He extended his hand towards her. Curious, Feyre accepted, allowing him to pull her to her feet. In a blink, they were on the rooftop, beneath the stars. She hadn’t even realized the sun had set until she was staring up at the impossibly bright cosmos.

“Where better to find our footing than under those very stars?”

She turned to him, and Rhys was staring at her the way he had on starfall, all those centuries ago. Staring at her as if she were the brightest star in the sky, as though he looked to Feyre to cast his wishes.

“Will you dance with me, wife?”

Not convinced she was capable of speech, Feyre nodded. Using the hand he still held, Rhys twirled her into his arms. And though no music played, they found their own rhythm, lost in the cadence of each other, spinning endlessly under the stars.

As they swayed under the endless expanse of sky and starlight, Feyre mused how even the brightest of stars eventually burned out, but that didn’t make them any less worth wishing on. That didn’t mean they weren’t worth fighting for.

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