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Hello can i request yandere catboy x reader, so the yandere is reader's cat (in cat form) but in school yandere is also reader's classmates (in his human form (so he can change his form to cat and something perfect human even human with ears & tail)) so automatically the knew each other as classmate (they're not close in school) but reader didnt know that their classmate is their cat too, the yandere its so obsessed with reader inside school and house, but he more clingy when he in his cat form because he can get patted and cuddled with reader, but one day when they're cudding together the cat turn into human which make reader shocked, the reader keep trying to get rid of him even start to ignore him in school where he suddenly being clingy ans touchy, the rest of the story i let you continue (≡^∇^≡)

Yandere catboy x reader

Note: longest fic I've written It got longer than I expected 😙

Summary: you find out your cat is actually your classmate.

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Your friend stopped walking as an orange cat came into view.

"Oh- There's a cat over there!"

Before you could react, your friend dashed over to the cat.

"Aww... so cute."

"Come on, let's go home."

You said, standing beside your friend who is taking pictures of the cat.

"Wait- she's purring. I need to take a photo of this."

You sigh. Your friend was obsessed with cats and never missed any chances to watch them, take pictures of them and touch them. She also took photos of this orange cat just outside the school gate everyday.

"I don't have anything to feed you today.. but I'll buy some tomorrow, okay? Bye, Chesse."

After one last pat, your friend stood up.

"That cat has a name?"

You asked.

"Of course she does! Everyone in school calls her Cheese. Her soft fur is just like cheese."

Your friend proceeded to show you pictures on her social media. You had no choice but to look at her social media that is filled with pictures of cats.

You didn't hate cats, but you weren't a fan of them either. You've taken a few pictures of cats in the past, but admiring cats all day was not that interesting to you.

After saying goodbye to your friend, you went to your home.

"Mom, I'm home."

You shouted loud enough for your mom to hear.

Your mom was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Hey mom- huh?"

You felt something cling to your leg. You immediately looked down to find a black and white cat.

"What is this?"

You said, confused. You tried to back away from the cat, but it was still clinging on to you. You turned to your mom to hear some kind of explanation.

"It's a cat from my office. I'm sure you've seen this cat a few times."

Your mom replied. Now that you think about it, you could remember this cat from a few days ago when you visited your mother's office.

"Is this cat the one staying at the back of your office building?"

"Yes it is! I made a simple bed for it to stay.. and I decided to just take it home-"

"What? Does dad know about this? What about my brother?"

"They seem pretty chill about it. Your brother liked the idea. You know the drawing he drew in his kindergarten? That kid likes cats."

"What if this cat already has an owner?"

"I checked it, and everyone around my office said this cat was alone for a few years. So it's fine, (y/n), don't worry."

"You could have asked if I'm fine though."

You looked back at the tuxedo cat. You didn't want to blame the cat, but getting a cat without your opinion was not the best feeling.

You patted the cat's head while it curled around your leg. This cat was acting like it's smart enough to comprehend your feelings. You felt the cat clinging to you more as you touched it.

"I'm sorry (y/n). I should've told you sooner, but I was busy. Plus, the person using the second floor starting next week is allergic to cat fur, so I had no choice to take the cat to home."

Your mom said. You nodded as a reply and looked at the cat again.

"Look, the cat likes you the most. That cat never warmed up to me like that. Why don't you name the cat, (y/n)?"

Your mother was true. You visited your mother's office a few times, and this cat only liked it when you touch it.

"I'm bad with names, and why don't you name it? It's you that brought it here anyway."

"Oh come on, (y/n). Don't be so harsh on the cat."

You ignored your mom and tried to go inside your room, but the black and white cat followed you inside your room without any presence.

"You really do like me.."

You murmured to yourself.

The cat still curled up to you between your legs. You had to pick up the cat and move it to your bed to unpack your school bag and change into comfortable clothes.

You crawled into your blankets and got your phone ready to watch videos before dinner. The black and white cat also crawled beside you, using your right arm as a pillow.

"Oh right.. I need to think of a name for you.."

You said as you scratched the cat.

"What about.. just Tux? That's pretty easy to pronounce."

You said as the cat digged into your chest.

"Do cats like their owners this much..?"

You mumbled.

"So Tux it is? Or do you want another name?"

Your cat ignored your mumbling and rubbed its face onto you.

"... okay then. Your name is Tux from now on."

Your cat, now named Tux, reacted to its new name, and it seemed quite pleased.

You spent time scrolling down social media with your cat beside you before your mother called for dinner. As you got up and walked to the kitchen, Tux followed you. At the kitchen, you found your little brother and your dad talking about their experience today in the playground.

"Where have you been?"

You asked your brother.

"In the playground with my friends... wait- that's the cat mom's talking about-!"

Your brother's attention darted to Tux immediately as he touched the cat. Tux didn't avoid the touch either.

"That cat's name is Tux. I named it."

You said, sitting on your chair and eating food your mom prepared.

"That's a.. intuitive name."

Your dad said, looking at Tux.

"... Anyways, why did you agree to raise a pet?"

You asked. Looking at your brother's wide smile, your dad answered,

"Didn't your mother tell you? Uh.. your brother likes cats, and why not?"

"... yeah whatever."

You ate dinner listening to your little brother talking about Tux. You felt good that your brother got a pet that he wanted. However, at the same time, you felt uncomfortable... having a pet all of a sudden. It felt like having a new family member without your permission.

You know that having a pet will feel like having a family member as time passes. Your friends told you about how their pets meant the world to them... But there was this uncomfortable feeling about Tux.

Maybe you were just mad about your family and wanted to leash your anger to Tux. You didn't know.

When you woke up the next day, you found Tux right beside you.

"How did you get in here..."

You went to sleep alone last night. You remembered that you closed the door before Tux gets in.

You shrugged it off since you had little time before you go to school. You walked around, brushing your hair and wearing your uniform.

"Where is it? Ugh.."

You mumbled as you searched for your earphones. You put them on last night, and the right one was missing.

"Hey- don't distract me."

You lifted up Tux from the bed sheets and searched to see if the bed sheets were covering your right earphone. You rummaged through your bed sheets but you couldn't find it. While you were busy lifting up bed sheets, Tux crawled under your bed.

"What are you doing?"

You also looked under the bed.

"Oh- You found it!"

Tux was playing with the right earphone you were desperately searching for. You grabbed your right earphone and put in the case as your cat tossed it to you.

You sighed in relief and looked at Tux.

"Thanks for your help... I would've died for boredom in school without your help."

You smiled at Tux and left your room, ready to go to school.

In your classroom, you talked about your new cat to your friend. As expected, your friend was excited about it, asking dozens of questions.

"How can you not have a picture of it?"

Your friend said.

"I didn't think of it. I'll send you a picture when I go back home."

Your friend rambled about how her mother would not allow her to have a pet. You listened to your friend quietly.

"Hey."

Someone poked your shoulder. You looked back to see who it was, and one of your classmates was standing right behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're sitting on my seat."

Your classmate said.

"Oh- sorry-!"

You stood up right after.

"Don't you think you and him have a lot of connections lately?"

Your friend said, eating a chocolate bar she bought in free time.

"Who are you talking about?"

"You sat in his seat in lunch time. How could you not remember?"

"Oh- are you talking about Blake?"

"Of course I am! Don't you think he likes you?"

You knew your friend loves setting people up and likes searching for possible couples, but this time, she's talking nonsense.

"I didn't even talk to him that much."

Your friend was eager to tell you what she has found.

"That's not the point- The important part is that he's constantly gazing at you during class. Also, how can you not notice that it's you he talks to!"

"He talks to plenty of people."

"Oh no, you're clueless. If you observe further, you'll definitely realize he only talks to certain people, or friends, and they all knew Blake even before highschool."

"How do you know that?"

"My eyes and ears are open."

"..."

Blake and you? That's such a confusing match.

"Your observations can't be the reason."

"See for yourself then. I'm sure. Blake has interest in you."

"..."

You didn't believe a word your friend said before Blake asked if he can join you on the way home.

It was awkward, walking with a classmate who you've barely talked to. Blake was quiet, and you didn't know how to start a conversation.

"I thought you go home with your friends."

You said.

"Oh- I moved recently. It seemed like you go home this way too, so... I thought it could be great having another friend to go home with."

Blake said. You could see he was a bit nervous... but why?

Not much conversation went by, and you waved goodbye to Blake in front of your house. You went into your house, throwing your book bag onto the bed and taking off your jacket.

You looked around to see if Tux was around, but you couldn't find it anywhere. You went into every room in your house but Tux wasn't in any of them. You went back to your room, wondering where that sneaky cat hid himself. You were unpacking your bag when you noticed something jumping over the fence. You looked at it to realize that it was your cat that was jumping over the fence and into your home.

You quickly opened the window facing the garden Tux was walking across and let it in your room.

This was strange. The doors were all locked, and you went out of the front door in the morning, so there's no way for Tux to get out. Your mother took your little brother to kindergarten and your father went to work after you left for school.. but they wouldn't have left Tux leave the house.

"Do you get out of the house when no one is watching?"

You said, in a surprised tone.

Was this cat extra smart, or were you mistaken about all the doors being closed?

Tux didn't seem to care that it got out of the house when everyone was outside.

You were skeptical but decided to ignore it and kept on unpacking your bag and organizing your clothes.

After a few hours, your mom came home with your brother.

"We're going to have dinner after an hour when your dad comes back from work-"

Your mom said loudly enough for you to hear.

In your room, you were studying while Tux was watching. You studied until your mother called you to eat dinner.

Your little brother was talking about his day in kindergarten like always, and your mother was setting food plates on the table.

You ate quietly as your brother went on about how his friend and him played some kind of game.

"Mom, today a classmate wanted go home together with me. The funny thing is.."

You said to your mom when your brother cooled down.

"Are you listening?"

You asked your mom.

"Oh- I am listening. Go on."

"The funny thing is that.. I've never talked to him properly yet."

You went on.

"And I beat Anthony- so I got a prize-!"

Your words were blocked with your brother's babbling.

You sighed. Everytime your brother blocked your words, it felt so frustrating.

"Can't you wait when I'm talking?"

You would've heard what your brother needed to say, but this time, you felt like speaking up.

"What?"

Your brother looked at you.

"I mean.. I want to talk too."

"But-"

"Your brother is thrilled he got a present today in kindergarten. Let him talk, he's feeling good today."

Your dad said.

"I think he talked enough though."

"You talked a lot more when you were young too."

Your mother said, smiling.

You were annoyed. Why was she smiling?

Your family wouldn't listen to you, and it was so frustrating to you.

"I ate a lot, I'm going back to my room."

You said.

"You haven't eaten half of it, why?"

Your mother asked.

"My stomach hurts today."

You stood up and walked to your room. Tux follwed you.

You couldn't understand it. You wanted to talk about your new friend too. You wanted to talk about how Blake suggested to go home with you.

You turned to your cat that was cuddling you, covered in your bed sheet. You scratched its fur as it purred.

You noticed that Tux followed you everywhere in the house. You also noticed that Tux only cuddled with you. That actually felt heart warming.

Tux jumped off the bed and crawled to a shelf you collected all your goods like small stuffed animals, and some figures you collected from before. It was usually goods from a few years ago.

"Is there something interesting?"

You looked at the shelf, confused.

"I don't see anything interesting... wait-"

The shelf was missing something.

Now you searched through all your goods to find there was a figure missing. And you also found some of your markers missing. You actually needed those markers for art class tomorrow.

The first thing that came up to your mind was your brother.

You thanked Tux and went out of your room, to the table where your family was eating dessert.

"Where's my figure and markers?"

You asked your mother.

"What do you mean by markers and a figure? The ones on your shelf?"

Your mother replied.

"Yes- where are they?"

"I gave it to your brother."

With your mother's answer, you went straight into your brother's room to find your figure on the corner of his shelf. You grabbed it and put it back on your shelf. Your mom watched with a confused expression.

But you couldn't find your marker still.

"Where's my marker?"

You asked your mother again. Your brother was quiet, staring at you now that he realized how irritated your voice was.

"Why?"

"I said multiple times that I needed my markers for my art project-"

You were shouting now.

"I gave it your brother because he had a drawing competition today, and your brother left it in kindergarten because it got damaged. You can draw with something else for your art project, right?"

Your mother said, annoyed too.

You tried to calm down, but this was too much. How can your whole family ignore your words?

"That's not the point here- why would you take my stuff without my permission?"

Your mother said nothing, but she was definitely baffled from your statement.

When your mother said nothing and your brother kept whining, you went into your room again, shutting the door roughly.

The next day, you were silent the whole time getting ready for school. You didn't have your marker, and you couldn't finish the art project how you wanted to because of that.

You walked to school with heavy footsteps.

Art class was after lunch, so you still had time to think about how to do your art project. But you didn't have good ideas on your mind. Also you have already done the sketch for the drawing, which makes it harder to think of other good ideas.

Time flew by fast and it was time for art. Unfortunately your friend didn't have markers, so she couldn't help you out.

The uneasy feeling went on. You had to decide whether to switch the concept of the drawing or find usable markers one way or another.

"You'll do good with or without markers..."

Your friend comforted you.

"Thanks..."

You decided to use watercolor the school had and walked over to the sink with a small yellow bucket.

"Hey."

You felt a poke on your shoulder.

It was Blake.

"Oh- hi."

".. I have markers.. if you want to use it."

"... wait- really?"

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling.

"Yeah.. you can take them and use it at your table. I use watercolor anyway."

"Thanks- you're a lifesaver."

Blake was a lifesaver, and that went on for a few weeks. He gave you stuff you really needed, which made your friend more invested in your relationship with Blake.

Your relationship with your family recovered a bit over a few weeks, but you were still in some kind of a cold war, and you were still angry at them. You didn't talk very much either, so it really didn't matter.

You went home with Blake a few times a week. Blake wasn't the funniest person to talk to, but Blake was sure a great listener. Just like Tux.

Blake listened to you, occasionally talking about how he thought. He was not like your family who ignored how your life was in school, and everytime Blake helped you out, you thought of your friend's words. Maybe your friend was an expert at reading people's feelings.

If Blake helped you out in school, Tux was your company in your home. When you went home alone, Tux was waiting for you behind the front door.

You felt uncomfortable around Tux at first, but now you warmed up to Tux. You spent all your days with Tux telling your worries and secrets that you wouldn't tell anyone.

Tux stayed right beside you curling its body into your arms.

Spending your time with Tux felt soothing, and you thought this would go on for sure.

However, despite your wish, it didn't last long.

It was Friday, and you walked home alone. You went home fast to see your cat waiting for you.

"I'm home-"

You shouted.

You didn't see your cat behind the front door, so you walked into your room to find your cat lying down on the bed.

It was unusual for you cat to be like this. Tux always tried to rub itself on you if it had the chance.

You sat beside Tux, worried if the cat is sick.

"Are you ok?"

You asked. You knew Tux won't understand what you're saying, but you wanted your cat to know you're worried by your tone.

You lay down on your bed with your school uniform on. There was no one in the house, so there was no one to scold you for not changing clothes.

You turned to your cat. Tux seemed to be struggling with something, and you didn't know why. You thought about calling your mom, but you knew she wouldn't answer when she's busy with some project of hers.

What if Tux needs to go to the hospital?

Several thoughts went by your head.

Tux was still in a bad state and you didn't know what to do.

You got your phone out and searched through the internet to find some clue after you messaged your father(hoping for him to message you back).

As you searched with your phone, you felt Tux slipping away.

Tux was slowly crawling away from you. It seemed he wanted to head out of your room.

"Hey, where are you going?"

You put one arm around your cat, confused.

"Do you need something? Where are you going all of a sudden?"

But your cat was desperate to get out.

"Why are you avoiding me?"

That was the moment you saw something so unbelievable.

With a blink of an eye, Tux was gone, replaced with a boy your age.

".... Blake?"

You couldn't believe what you just saw.

Tux was no where to be seen, and Blake, who said he was going home with his friends, was exactly in Tux's place, facing you.

Surprised and confused, you quicky removed your arm on Blake's body. Then you jumped out of bed before Blake could react.

"W.. wait-"

Blake grabbed your arm and yanked you back into the bed. You lost balance and fell back first to the bed while Blake grabbed your arms still.

"What the- what are you doing??"

You said as Blake's grip got stronger.

Blake was on top of you, facing you with his face red.

"I'll explain-"

You didn't want to believe it, but from the looks of it, Tux was actually Blake.

Blake's face came closer to yours, and you could hear Blake's heart beating fast.

You pushed off Blake and ran out of your room before Blake came any more closer. Blake followed you without hesitation, desperate to explain himself.

You maintained certain space between you as Blake tried to take a step closer to you.

"I can explain-"

Blake protested.

"Get out of my house.. I'll listen to your explanation later.."

"No- no- I didn't do anything wrong.. I just.. wanted to get closer and help you out."

"I messaged my dad and he'll come home soon. I'll tell him about you if you don't get out."

You said in a harsh tone. You wouldn't tell your dad that Tux is human, but you had to threaten Blake..

Blake's face clearly showed that he was not satisfied, but he left.

When your dad came home, you told him Tux was somehow escaped. Your little brother was upset. But you didn't care to notice him because Tux being Blake was the most important topic in your head for hours.

You've done some pretty embarrassing stuff in front of Blake in his cat form. You told him all your cringey moments, you showed him your true personality.. and you even changed clothes in front of his cat form. You basically showed every aspect of you.

You went to bed imagining how it will be meeting Blake in school again. You imagine yourself being awkward in front of Blake.

You hoped not, but the thought that Blake came to your house just to be beside you made you feel a bit frightened.

The whole situation was weird. Blake was weird. His actions only tell you that he's creepy.

Instead of confronting Blake, you avoided Blake in every was possible. You ran straight to home after school, hoping for Blake to lose sight of you.

"I'm home-"

You said. You find your mom sitting on the couch.

"(y/n)-! Tux came back!"

"..."

"Why, aren't you glad Tux came back without a scratch?"

"Can we just let him be a stray cat again?

You blurted out.

"How can you say that, (y/n)? We brought Tux here, so we have to take care of it."

"It was your choice- you brought him here- then don't let him in my room, okay?

"Why are you acting sensitive lately? Don't you think this is too much?"

You ignored your mother and walked back to your room. Blake tried to follow you, but you shut the door at his face.

Your mother noticed this right away. Irritated herself, she opened the door to your room and let the cat inside.

"Don't vent out your frustration on Tux, (y/n)."

With that, your mom closed the door and headed to the livingroom again.

You glared at the person pretending to be a stray cat. With the frustration that built up past few weeks, you couldn't stand someone deceiving you.

"Get out."

You said.

Blake was still in his cat form, standing still.

"Are you listening..?"

You said. Blake just stood there, staring at you.

"... I'll just go out then."

At that moment, Blake went back to his human form, grabbing your wrists.

"Don't go out."

Blake said.

"....why don't we cuddle like we always did?"

"Are you serious? Why would I-"

You tried to get his hand off your wrist, but he's grip only got stronger.

"You can't even force me out of your room."

"Can you at least let go of my wrist?"

"Oh-.."

Blake let go of your wrist, but he didn't move away from you.

Both you and Blake got quiet after. Your mother shouting from the livingroom broke the silence.

"Stay here."

You said, looking at Blake. Then you went to the livingroom.

"Why did you call me?"

You asked.

"Actually, I didn't buy eggs since I was busy with work. Can you buy them now? You didn't even change to comfortable clothes yet."

"I'm keeping the change."

"Okay. Just come back before I prepare dinner. Oh and we need something else too. I'll send you a list."

You got money from your mother and walked back to your room. Blake was waiting for you, sitting on your bed.

"Where are you going?"

"To buy groceries."

You looked away from Blake and picked up a bag to carry groceries.

You felt someone following you while you were walking to the supermarket.

You knew it was Blake.

"I know you're following me."

You said.

As expected, Blake came out of his cover. He was in his human form.

"I just wanted to see if.."

You ignored him and kept walking. Blake followed suit.

"I like you a lot.. I'm sure you know by now..."

You stayed silent. The whole situation was strange and you didn't quite process it.

"I actually liked you way before you knew me. I can move around more freely as a cat, you know?"

"..."

Blake held your hand and walked right beside you.

"It was hard for me to keep my distance from you in school... that's why I tried to be a stray cat. To get closer..."

"That's... uh..."

Blake suddenly wrapped his arms around you out of nowhere.

"What are you doing??"

You said, trying to push him away. Unfortunately Blake didn't budge. Instead he only got closer, which made your head spinning.

"What if someone sees us?? Stop-"

"Does that mean I can hug you in your room?"

"That's not what I meant.."

Blake laughed as you panicked and didn't know what to do.

"You should stop ignoring me in school. You liked Tux, why not treat me like it too?"

Blake said, holding your hand again.

"Uhm..."

Blake didn't do anything that would attract glances while buying groceries. He kept holding your hand, but he didn't do anything other than that.

You quickly bought the things your mother asked and went home with Blake. Blake transformed into Tux by the time you arrived home and everything went smoothly after that, like a normal day. Blake, in his cat form, watched you from afar as you ate dinner.

You went back inside your room and Blake quickly made his way inside before you could lock the door.

Blake changed back to his human self as soon as he closed the door to your room. Then he lead you to your bed, wrapping his arms from the back.

"I waited for this."

He said while digging into your neck.

"Hey- don't rub your face onto my neck-"

There was no use resisting because Blake had no intention of letting you go.

"I have to study. Let me go."

You said firmly.

"I know you don't study right away after dinner. Let's watch something together. Or we can just lay on bed together and sleep."

"What if my family finds out??"

"Then you should be quiet."

Blake smiled.

You were annoyed, but you kept quiet.

Blake pestered you so you couldn't do much of anything. It was soon late at night and all your family members went to sleep.

"I'm going to sleep."

You said, organizing your desk before bed.

"Really? Then we can sleep side by side. Cuddling each other."

"I'll get you bed sheets. You can sleep on the floor."

"What do you mean-"

"Or you can turn into a cat again."

"I- I'll turn into a cat."

Blake, in his cat form crawled beside you when you lay in bed, covered with blankets.

You heard the alarm and slowly opened your eyes to see Blake's face right in front of you. You screamed right that moment.

Your mother heard your scream and opened the door to check if anything's wrong.

"What's wrong here?"

Your mom asked.

You quickly hid Blake under your blankets, covering his face with your arms.

"Nothing- just a bad.. dream."

"Well, ok. Come eat breakfast in 10 minutes."

"Alright."

Your mom walked out of your room, still suspicious of your actions.

"What were you doing? We could've been caught-!"

You jumped up pushing Blake away.

"Are you going to change into your uniform?"

Blake asked, still lying down on the bed.

"What?"

"I mean.. uh..."

"..."

You grabbed your school uniform and changed your clothes in the bathroom.

"I can't believe you watched me all the time."

You said, leaving the house. Blake already prepared for school and waited for you at the front door.

"..."

"Aren't you hungry? You haven't ate since yesterday lunch."

"I go back to my house in night and stay there until it's time for you to wake up. I do regular things I missed at daytime."

"That explains why you're sleeping all day at school."

"Then will you let me sleep in your room with you? I want to beside you all day."

"All day? That's exhausting."

"It's not exhausting for me. I want to be beside you whether it's in school or home."

"I'll think about it.."

Blake held your hand.

"I know you'll accept it at some point."

Blake said with confidence.

Blake's words were oddly convincing to you.

He was beside you when you fought with your family and got upset. He listened to your words and helped you.

It's true that you liked Tux in your home, and Blake at school as well.

You like Blake's warm touch, but you'll have to think about Blake staying with you all day.

Part 2 here

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The Odyssey | Prologue | Bradley Bradshaw (18+)

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Bradley wakes up in a foul mood, your ego takes a hit. A deal is struck to ensure that you’ll be able to graduate.

warnings: enemies to lovers, power imbalance (professor / student relationship), age gap (22 / 33), will be smut, virgin reader, swearing, infidelity. warnings to be added on a chapter by chapter basis. 18+ minors dni, wc: 3.1k

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Nine weeks into Spring semester, six to go. Six more weeks of having scalding coffee, missing tastebuds and a fucking freshman girl ranting into his ear all before the clock even hits 8am. Bradley’s sunglasses sit perfectly across the bridge of his nose, gold-framed Ray-Ban caravans that hide how late he was up last night. This means that sweet, little freshman Bettie O’Riley can’t see the look that he’s giving her as she jogs along to keep up with him.

Hallowed halls, filled with young adults that either reek of cheap beer or Daddy’s money, all signs would suggest that Bradley isn’t supposed to be here. Only thirty-three, sitting at that awkward age that makes him neither a frat boy nor a balding tenured ex-businessman turned lecturer. And yet, his brown leather shoes hit these aged floors every morning on the way to his first class of the day.

Beige, almost cream-coloured, wide pleated dress pants and an untucked blue shirt, rolled up at his forearms and missing the top button. His messenger bag draped from his shoulder, his tie balled into the hand holding the to-go double shot espresso.

Six more weeks until he’s in Italy for two months, teaching during the mornings, free as a bird in the evenings. Sun on his face, limoncello on his tongue; good books, women who don’t just giggle and twirl a strand of their hair at him. History. All funded by the Cornell school of Arts and Sciences. He damn near sighs at how badly he wants to be there now.

“Bettie, I already told you,” He sighs, adjusting the gold-framed sunglasses and shooting a look down at her and her wispish black, curled bob. “I can’t curve your grade, it was a C minus.”

She speeds up and steps in front of him, walking backwards now. “Please, Professor Bradshaw. I’ll do anything.”

Professor Bradshaw rarely draws a reaction from him these days. Only his bosses and parents call him that. He makes a point of scrawling it across the chalkboard at the beginning of each semester, but he’s usually still reminding kids a couple of weeks in to just call him Bradley.

Still, both he and Bettie O’Reilly know that it isn’t her method of address that makes him scoff at her. He stops walking and pushes his sunglasses up into the feathery brown curls that adorn his face, staring down at her like she’s even younger than she is. She swallows, regret flooding her. The other professors usually lean into the kind of virginal, good-girl, bad student thing that she’s got going on.

“Bettie,” Bradley speaks slowly for her, pink lips against tanned skin. Warm eyes against a cold stare. The hallways are full around them, standing stationary in the steady stream of students. “Don’t come onto me like that again. Study.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Alright, come to my office tomorrow morning, I’ll give you an extra credit assignment,” It’s more lenient than he should be with a girl who just propositioned him before he has even finished his morning coffee, but Bradley knows not to blame little Bettie. With those thick, rounded glasses and dark freckles, he knows that she gets a lot of attention from her other professors. The culture they’ve created in this school isn’t her fault. Neither is the fact that Bradley’s class is notoriously hard to pass. “We’ll talk through what an A grade paper should be looking like. Do me a favour and don’t talk to me until then.”

He steps around her and continues; she’s swallowed instantly by the sea of bustling students. In the run up to the end of the semester, people start showing up to class again as it hits them that their professors might actually fail them. There aren’t too many F’s floating around in a school like Cornell. Its stats are exceptionally high, especially these past few years. It would seem that, in a school like Cornell, a passing grade quite simply has a price tag on it.

Three minutes before his morning class is due to start, and having woken up on the wrong side of his bed, Bradley drops his sunglasses back down over his eyes as he strolls into the lecture hall. It’s surprisingly full for a Monday morning. The gossiping never stops when he walks in — he’s not that kind of teacher. He allows the whispering to continue while he sets up his supplies.

There are six people in this room that Bradley has not seen since the first week of class. Every single one of them has a parent that is a benefactor to the university. Front and centre, surrounded by a group of excitedly whispering, well-dressed young women, there’s you. He knows you vaguely, knows that you’re coasting on high B’s. He hasn’t seen you since January, you won’t be passing this class.

“God, look at that rock!” The blonde to your side fawns, grabbing at your hand and lifting it up towards the light to get a better look. Setting his sunglasses down on the desk, Bradley looks too. There’s a silver band with a big diamond on it around your ring finger. You’re beaming. Dressed in a white turtleneck and fitted blue jeans, Bradley’s got his assumptions about the family you come from, and the family you’ll be marrying in to.

You’ve been taking his classes for the full three years that he has been teaching here. He knows your boyfriend. Malcolm something something the third. Maybe fourth. His Daddy paid for the science wing refurbishment last year. Bradley remembers the night that your Prince Charming ditched you out in the snow, drunk out of your mind. You probably don’t remember that night.

“Good morning.” His booming voice obliterates the pleasant chatter coming from your friend group. You cross one leg over the other and look downwards at the glimmering rock on your finger.

Six more weeks until you’re out of this hellhole. An apartment in Manhattan all lined up and Mac’s place with his father’s firm long confirmed by now, it’s all coming into place. You’ll have a summer wedding at the end of August, and then you’ll truly begin your life.

“Tell me all about it! Did he get down on one knee?” Veronica nudges her white tennis shoe into yours and leans across to you, tapping her pen against the white-lined page of her notebook. Between the two of you, Catherine readies herself to take down notes that you’ll copy later.

A decent string of A to B grades and a diploma, that was the agreement, and then your life is all yours. That was all your father had held you to. You hadn’t ever promised to do something with the degree he had paid for.

Why would you? — Your mother hadn’t. She had studied literature, made friends for life, and met her husband. Then, she began her life. Having her children, shopping in the afternoon, tennis on the weekends. Bliss.

“Of course he did!” You confirm eagerly, leaning over Catherine to continue the conversation.

The first five minutes of a lecture determines everything. If he loses their focus now, then he might as well leave now and take an especially early lunch. He starts off with a quick reminder of their upcoming exam, and a nod towards last week’s discussion of Roman literature.

His attention is quickly diverted to the excited whispering happening six feet from him, right in the front row. Your friends aren’t bad students. You weren’t ever a bad student. It has just become clear that you were in college to find a husband, and now you’ve found one. Bradley’s eyes narrow in on you and your preppy, little friends, giggling at the front of his class.

Exhausted, overworked and underappreciated, Bradley stares at you calmly. You conversation comes to a slow stop as an awkward air of silence fills the lecture hall. He’s just standing at the front, staring right at you, waiting for you to shut up.

“Sorry, Bradley, somebody just had some exciting news.” Catherine smiles shyly at him. He knows her the best out of the three of you. She TA’d for him last year. Great girl, really bright future — to generous when it comes to grading. It’s because of his respect for her that he doesn’t jump to humiliating you right away.

“I can see that, congratulations,” His tone is dry, broad shoulders squared, his face unamused as he looks to you. You stare back at him calmly, giving a curt nod — less than polite in your mannerisms. “Now, if those of you that still have a chance of passing this class could please turn your attention back to me, we’ll give the blushing bride her moment afterwards.”

He opens the little brown, leather bound book in his hands and clears his throat, assuming that your rude interruptions are done for the day. Somehow, the awkward silence that sits heavy in the room grows to an even deeper low after you retort.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” Bradley deadpans, bored. You squint at him, six feet between the two of you and a lifetime of differences. Unimpressed by his joke, you roll your eyes right away.

Sitting there, you cross one leg over the other and sit forwards, frowning at him. He doesn’t fit in around here and you do, perhaps that’s where his problem with you stems from. Perhaps it’s the lack of ring on his own finger. “Why would you assume that I wouldn’t pass your class?”

As much as he knows of you, you know of him too — he’s supposedly a jackass. “Because you missed half of the semester. That includes two quizzes and a term paper. There’s no way for you to achieve a salvageable grade in this class.”

When you’re around Malcolm, sometimes he says things that are just so entitled that you’re wincing before he’s even done talking. He can’t help it. He means well. With the amount of time you’ve spent at his family home in the past few weeks, it’s no wonder that words you would normally wince at are spilling from your own lips, “I was planning a wedding, what do you expect from me?”

“Attendance.” Bradley snips. He raises his eyebrows slowly, waiting for you to pack up your pretty, coordinated stationary and walk yourself out of his class.

“But—“

“Goodbye, Mrs. Ashworth. Congratulations again.” Bradley speaks harshly, calling you by a name that isn’t even yours yet like it’s an insult. Like he’s better than you, somehow.

Your pencil slams down onto the half desk in front of you, eyes ablaze. Perhaps the first time you’ve ever been told no. “If you fail me, there will be consequences.”

The silence that fills the classroom this time isn’t awkward. It’s just anticipation, baited breaths, waiting for Bradley to lose his temper. He walks a few paces closer, close enough to smell the cherry scented perfume on each of your pulse points.

His eyes darken as he dips his head just slightly, meeting your gaze. “You’ve got me shaking in my boots, honey. Now, stop wasting my time and get the fuck out of my class.”

There are certain lines that a professor does not cross when working at an Ivy League. Swearing at the daughter of someone with more lawyers than Bradley has living family members, was not his brightest idea. Still, your father is an amicable man — he keeps on saying that — and he wants to work this out. Bradley gets to keep his job, you get to graduate. Everybody wins.

“Classics majors work closely with individual professors in their areas of expertise, often in small classes, and have many opportunities for independent research and travel,” Doctor Kazansky’s voice is calm, teetering on the edge of cold. It’s growing increasingly difficult these days to put up with snotty parents and their snottier children. “I’m sure you understand why attendance would play such a strong part in succeeding in such a major.”

Bradley braces himself against the radiator, glancing down at the watch on his wrist. Real Italian leather that a girl’s grandfather had made for him a few years back. He’s missing happy hour for this circus.

“Of course I understand, Doctor Kazansky,” Your father might as well be a parrot for how well he has learned to mimic tone. You cross your legs at his side and sit up a little straighter. The way you tense up at his voice is so routine, it’s almost Pavlovian. Bradley watches wordlessly. “Just like I’m sure that you understand that in this university’s hundred year history, it has never failed a member of my family and my daughter will not be the one to tarnish our impeccable reputation here.”

You glance up quickly, catching the look on Bradley’s face. He squints disapprovingly at your Charles Dickens villain of a father.

“What can she do to bring her grade up?”

Now that, admittedly, does come as a surprise. This isn’t the first meeting that Bradley has been called into where someone’s parent demands a better grade. It is the first where he hasn’t seen them resort to bribery before they finally blame their kid.

“She missed over half the semester,” Bradley answers perhaps too quickly, still hot from the way you had spoken to him earlier. He gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders and looks at your father rather than you. “Two quizzes and a term paper. Even if I gave her extra credit, she couldn’t pull her average above a D.”

Your father’s face doesn’t react at all to this information. Instead, he turns his attention back to the Dean and rests his hands on the armrests of the chair, slowly raising his eyebrows.

“What about the Italy trip?” Doctor Kazansky looks to Bradley, sitting back in his chair. Bradley stares blankly back at him. “There were two empty spaces from what I remember. Is that correct?”

“For research assistants,” Bradley’s tongue drips venom, his brown eyes dark and his arms folded across his chest. You narrow your eyes at him, knowing that an insult is coming next. “She can’t research what she doesn’t even understand.”

“But, if she were to complete extra credit for the rest of the semester and then accompany you for your research, she would have enough credits to pass your class and then graduate.” Doctor Kazansky explains, more for your father’s benefit than Bradley’s. Bradley already knows this.

He grits his teeth, eyes darting across to you. His only solace is that you look just as dismayed about the proposal as he does.

“I’d graduate late.” You point out.

“Better than not at all,” Your father intercepts, pushing his chair back and standing. He carries himself like a man much taller than he really is. “Thank you, Doctor Kazansky. We’ll be in touch about this research opportunity.”

“You can’t just choose to do it, there’s an application process.” Bradley’s tone is far from professional, it’s downright snarky by this point. He doesn’t care. He can’t imagine anything worse than lugging a brat like you around Italy with him for two months, just for you to fail anyway.

You stand to follow your father, ditsy white loafers on the dark oak of Doctor Kazansky’s office floor. Bradley remains where he is, leaning back against that wall with his arms crossed.

Your father smiles across at Bradley and then shoots a look back towards the Dean. It’s smug, knowing. That process doesn’t apply to him. “We’ll be in touch.”

There’s a final look shared between you and the oaf that just cost you your summer in Manhattan — the first time that the two of you have agreed on anything, a silent exchange. Neither one of you wants you to join him on that trip.

He watches you leave, following blindly after your father like a child, then whips his head around to his boss.

“It’ll be good for her, maybe you can actually teach her something.”

“My expertise unfortunately lacks when it comes to setting the table by seven sharp and getting the kids to bed before her husband makes it home.” Bradley scoffs, pushing himself away from the wall and shaking his head as he straightens up.

“Is there something offensive to you about a woman being a homemaker, Professor Bradshaw?” Thomas Kazansky has two daughters. One, is a wife with two beautiful children of her own. The other, is a doctor. Bradley’s been over to their house a few times and he knows that Tom makes a point of it to be equally proud of them both.

“Oh, give me a break,” Bradley rolls his eyes at the notion, despite the subtle truth it holds. He shakes his head. “She deserves to fail and you know it.”

“Well, we’ll see how she does at the end of summer. I’ll be the first to admit my defeat, if she fails.” Tom gives a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders, always too calm for his own hood these days. Apparently he has mellowed with time, Bradley hears that he used to have quite an attitude in his early career.

Pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, the younger professor tries to stare his boss down. Tom knows how much these trips mean to Bradley, he takes his work so seriously. Still, Tom just stares back at him, calm.

Squinting, it takes a few moments for Bradley to give up. He turns and growls in frustration, letting the door to Doctor Kazansky’s office slam behind him. His shoes echo through the halls as he storms out of the building and across the quad. Not even Bettie O’Reilly would dare to interrupt his when his face looks as stormy as it does now.

He shrugs his bag off of his shoulder and throws it into the back of the bronco, then shoves his hands into his pockets in search of his keys.

“Do you even understand how hard I have worked for you to have the opportunities that you have had?”

Bradley glances up. He isn’t surprised to find that you’re the one being yelled at. He almost snorts — good, it’s about time someone reigned in that attitude of yours.

You stand, tearful, at the side of your father’s expensive Porsche, your head bowed in shame. Bradley unlocks his truck and pulls himself into the driver’s seat. He figures you probably cry a lot when someone’s telling you no.

“I mean it! — If you ruin this opportunity, don’t even think about coming back. Hopefully Malcolm’s family like you, because they’ll be all that you’ve got, I swear.”

Bradley turns his head slowly. Swallowing to keep from sobbing in the parking lot, shame burns through you as you meet his gaze. Your father towers over you, demanding to know if you’re even listening to him.

Bradley turns the engine on, his brown eyes looking decidedly less scary when he isn’t glaring at you. There’s something else. Maybe it’s pity — you aren’t used to that. He turns his head away and reverses out of the spot.

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perzawa · 7 months

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BEFORE I LET GO | 2.2K

OCT 5TH: AGE GAP

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♡ toji fushiguro x fem! reader

relationships are hard enough when there are no stakes, but it’s even harder when you’re dating your best friend’s father. you never expected things to get more difficult than that, but when you only have 24 hours before you’re on the other side of the world, you can’t help but wonder if such a relationship can even last.

♡ warnings/tags! toji is like early 40’s here and the reader is like early 20’s, toji is megumi’s dad, reader is studying abroad, public sex, sex in the woods lol, unprotected sex, fingering, kinda angsty but not toooo bad

“C’mon, relax.”

Your eyes are still stuck to the car floor, nails lightly scraping your skin as your boyfriend's words kind of wash over you. Tomorrow, you'll be miles away from him for what feels like forever, and it's all you can think about. You try to hold off on the waterworks until you're on the plane or, better yet, not in the same room as Toji, but the reality of being apart hits you hard.

Trying is pointless now, so you give up. You chew your lip as hot tears silently make their way down your cheeks, and you attempt to distract your mind. Your stomach's in knots, your head's pounding from all the stress you've been wrestling with. God, you weren't prepared for this. Breathing feels like a neverending chore, and you’re fucking sick of it. Feels like you’ve been on a rollercoaster and you might vomit any minute now. Just when you're lost in that sensation, Toji's fingers on your thigh draw you back until you’re focused on him.

He stole a glance at your pitiful state and scowled. “You’re gonna make yourself sick. Stop.”

He's shattered, just like you. Despite his efforts to hold it together and keep you grounded, there's something in you that senses he's crumbling on the inside. You nod, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm sorry," you groan, smacking your palm against your forehead a few times. "I’m just scared. I'm so damn scared, Toji, I don't know what to do."

You remember being so excited when the topic of studying abroad first came to your mind. Having been sheltered most of your life, you figured it was time to get out there and go a little wild once you graduated, but you never expected to fall in love along the way.

Especially not with your best friend’s father.

Right now, you should be with him. Both of you should be smoking in his room and flipping through pictures of you both in middle school, but instead, you’re with his fucking father. It’s almost sick to you how big of a secret you’ve been keeping from your closest companion, but you knew it’d kill him if he ever found out about your relationship—and it’s not like you blamed him either. If you’d been close to someone for this long and you found out she was fucking your father, you know you’d raise hell so this was no difference.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, baby,” he said, cutting the silence with his deep voice. “Just tell me what’s going on up there, pretty girl.” He kept his eyes on the road, steering with one hand while the other stayed solid on your thigh. For as long as you’ve known the man, he’s always been a stoic man who never had an issue with staying calm, but the grip he had on the wheel was a new side of him.

After a while, you spoke with a meek and broken voice. "I just... God, I don't want to leave you. You understand that, right?" You gazed out of the window, watching as Toji navigated through a path in the dark forests of your city. It was the last time you'd be able to visit your spot for a few years. "And Megumi, too. I feel like such a bitch for what I'm doing to him, Toji. I shouldn't... we shouldn't be doing this."

He just stayed silent, pulling into a parking area not too deep in the forest. Once he stopped the car, he breathed out a heavy sigh before hanging his head for a minute to think, retracting his large hand from your thigh. “Fuck, I know. I know how you feel, I do,” Toji started, shutting his eyes tight. “I know because I feel the same. But there’s nothing wrong with you falling in love with someone, is there? Father or not, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Maybe, but you know how this looks for us…” You looked into his dark green eyes, the shining jade pigment sending a wave of relief through your tired body. The vibrant hue held a deep, almost mystical quality, reminiscent of emeralds bathed in sunlight. Flecks of darker green and hints of gold danced within, creating an intricate pattern that seemed to shift with every blink. He’s so fucking beautiful. You couldn’t begin to comprehend just how much you’d miss seeing him every night. How much you’d miss sneaking around and kissing those beautiful scarred lips. There was nothing okay with falling in love with your best friend’s dad, but you couldn’t help it. You never asked for this.

Toji nodded, his gaze focused on you. “I know, but let's not dwell on this anymore,” he murmured, his hand gently squeezing your arm. “Tonight, I just want us to be together peacefully, okay? We can tackle the tough stuff another time.” With that, he left the car, walking over to your size to let you out as well.

Your last night together.

The least you could do was let it be peaceful. The walk to your favorite river was painfully slow, consisting of you trudging behind Toji and dragging your feet almost slothfully. The only light illuminating your path was the soft glow of the moon, making it a little difficult to find your way in the beginning but you soon found yourself standing in front of a steep river. Memories of your first night here with Toji resurfaced, causing a small grin to twitch on your face. It was a night for a lot of firsts. Your first kiss, your first time… it was an easier time.

Everything seemed so simple then.

Toji sat by the river, stretching his legs until his shoes nearly touched the dark, glowing water. He glanced up at you, observing as you settled down beside him, crossing your legs. A soft sigh escaped you as you gazed ahead, tuning in to the gentle flow of the water. You yearned to be like the river—serene, a graceful body of water simply existing peacefully. No struggles or worries, just living.

“Fuck, baby,” Toji finally groaned, playfully bumping his shoulder into yours. “I’m gonna miss you so much. You better call me every day,” he demanded, a small grin stretching on his lips despite the inner turmoil he was still feeling. No matter how lonely he’d be without you, all he wanted was for you to achieve the dream you’d been thinking about for years now. It was time for you to break free from the cocoon your parents had trapped you in and live a little.

“You better not start getting too friendly with other girls,” you teased, narrowing your eyes at him. At that, Toji laughed hard before smashing his lips against your soft ones. He let out a gentle noise, his hand reaching to squeeze your waist before he hesitantly pulled away.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re gone for two years or two decades. You know you’re not gettin’ rid of me that easily.” He clasped your hand, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing it gently to his lips, his rough scar grazing your skin. Regardless of the complexities in your relationship, the thought of living without him was unimaginable. He wasn't just Megumi's father anymore; he belonged to you. The distance of the ocean couldn't alter that.

“Besides,” he continued, pulling you into his lap. “We’ll always have holidays, won’t we? This isn’t over. We aren’t over.” His lips were on you moments after, moving in a slow but messy harmony. Small grunts escaped you both as his tongue forced itself into your mouth, tangling with yours. Strings of saliva began escaping, dripping down your chin and neck - but you didn’t care. You couldn’t. It would be like a million eternities before you were able to feel him against you like this again.

Finally, you pulled away, your bottom lip glossy with his saliva as you panted softly. Tomorrow, you’d be in a place making your way across the ocean for two whole years.

You only had tonight.

“Right here, Toji,” you started, quickly pulling your shirt over your head before you finished explaining. “Need you right now. We don’t have long, so just… just take me now,” you rushed, pressing kisses to his neck and lips.

You lay down on the grass, pushing your skirt up to expose your black panties, body aching for his gentle touch. Toji wasted no time in getting your panties down to your ankles and then to the ground, his thick fingers pressing against your clit. He sighed, dragging the tip of his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, starting from your clit and then down to your entrance.

Slowly, he eased those fingers inside, burying them as deep as he could before pulling them out, witnessing how soaked you were. “I bet she’s gonna miss me the most, huh?” He asked rhetorically before slowly thrusting his slick-coated digits into your heated depths, listening for every moan and whimper you blessed his ears with.

“Yeah… don’t know what I’m gonna do without your tongue or fingers,” you rasped, rolling your hips as he pumped his hand inside, moving down to lick and kiss your sensitive neck. He continues moving against your bumpy walls, his darkened eyes watching you in the moonlight. You were always such a wreck for him and so easily too.

His fingers suddenly curled his fingers upwards, pressing into that spongy spot that you both loved so much. With trembling legs, you began subconsciously attempting to close your thighs but he wouldn’t allow it. It was embarrassing hearing your own soaked pussy being fingered and it was showing too. Your cheeks and body felt even hotter now, making you turn your head away from him. Your back arched off the ground as you began twitching around him, a wave of heat filling your lower abdomen as you began to get closer.

Closer…

“Oh, no,” Toji teased with a chuckle as he quickly retracted his soaked digits, sucking your juices from them without caring about how dirty the action was. “When you cum, I wanna feel it.”

You pouted, perching yourself on your elbows. “Asshole.”

Toji only smirked, unzipping his black jeans slowly before pulling his hardened cock out. He hissed from the feeling of his fingers on his neglected cock, squeezing his length in an attempt to replicate how you’d feel around him. It was almost too much now; The ache between your legs, the tears still threatening to fall from your eyes, and the way your boyfriend felt as he began sliding inside of you

He groaned, bottoming out against your cervix with practiced ease. His cock was throbbing inside of you, making it difficult for you to not cum on the spot. His hands found their way to your hips, his nails sinking into your skin as he began thrusting inside. He dragged his cock against your soaked walls, setting a slow, but deep pace. Embarrassment is clear on your features from the way your body reacts to him so perfectly. Like even your body knows you are his now and forever. He pulled out almost completely before pushing back in, intoxicated by the sounds of your moans. “Oh, baby, fuck,” he whispered with a rough voice as he threw his head back, pounding into your abused cunt even harder. “You feel so fuckin’ good… gonna miss this pussy so much.”

The sound of his hips meeting yours made him twitch inside of you again. “But she’s all mine, right? This cunt,” he rasped, emphasizing his words by pulling out and thrusting into you roughly. “belongs to me. Say it.”

“All yours, Toji. Don’t want anyone else,” you cried out into his neck as his fingers pinched your sensitive clit, dragging a loud moan from the depths of your throat.

“There you go, pretty girl. Give it to me. Show me how much that pretty pussy belongs to me,” he praised, taking your button between his fingers as he stroked it, coaxing an orgasm from you. It wasn’t long before his heavy balls were tight and sensitive, revealing how ready he was to finally pump his seed inside of you.

With a loud moan, you came hard around his cock, your pussy tightening on him so much, you almost pushed him out. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on his own orgasm, basking in the way you gripped his cock like your pussy couldn’t possibly live without it ‐ like you were fucking made to be fucked by his cock. He thrust inside of you a few more times, his strokes lazy and uncoordinated as he finally spilled his hot, white liquid all over your bumpy walls.

“Making a mess all over my cock,” he growled, burying himself to your hilt before pulling out, denying you the feeling of fullness. He collapsed beside you, both of you panting, sweating messes. There was nothing scarier than losing the one man you truly loved, but if your relationship was meant to be, you knew it’d last. “Such a good girl…”You turned your head to look at his barely visible state with a gentle smile.

Everything would be okay because you were his and he was yours.

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svtminghaolove · 1 year

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Announcing the engagement - Hip hop unit (SVT)

Hellooo lovlies ~ Do you guys want to know something sick I just realized when I were going to make this post? International GF masterlist has reached over a 1000(!?) notes. That’s insane. Like wow. Thank you. Wow. yeah... Well, enjoy.

Triggers: Online hate

S.Coups: You guys waited until like 3 months before the wedding until announcing it to the public.

The two of you of course started with telling the members, since half of them were in the building as you said yes. To your surprise, the guys were very surprised by the announcement. Apparently Seungcheol had told no one except from his parents and yours. But even though the guys were surprised, it was a happy one. Everyone were so happy for the two of you, and excited for what's to come.

And his parents wee just happy for the two of you, your parents on the other hand were a bit worried about the potential back lash from social media but still very happy to get Seungcheol as a son-in-law. But to be honest, you were a bit worried about the reactions the two of you would get from the fans, even though you knew that most of Carats liked you together with Seungcheol.

And when you went to the office, the two of you had to stay and talk out the "strategy" of how to deal with the news. It was a long conversation that didn't really help with your nerves.

"You okay?", Seungcheol asked as he parked the car outside your apartment complex. You tilted your head in his direction and gave him a weak smile.

"Just nervous. You're the first one in the group to get married, I don't really know what reaction to expect from the fans", you said and he leaned over and took your hand in his.

"I think they will be happy. Most of them at least", you let out a dry laugh and shook your head. "Of course there is going to be some shock, but we've been together for three and a half year, and public for two and a half. Most of them probably realized where this was going, don't underestimate Carats", he smiled and you rolled your eyes but nodded.

"Yeah, alright. You're right."

"Like always", you snorted and shoved away his hand.

"Goodnight doofus", you laughed and opened the door. "I'll call you when I get home form school tomorrow."

"Yeah, love you"

"Love you too"

And three months later the announcement was made and Seungcheol's prediction had been terribly off. Withing minutes of the announcements you started to get so much hate. People were saying that you were ruining Seungcheol's life and career, that you weren't worthy to be his wife and so on. It got to a point where you couldn't even go to class without running into people who would hurl insults at you.

And Seungcheol was devastated by the reactions, he really not expected people to react this way and found that the only way to deal with this was by doing an official live addressing the "problems" regarding his engagement to you.

He sat completely quiet for the first ten minutes of the live, just staring at the comments rolling in.

"Carats…", he breathed out, trying to keep his tears in and his anger down. "I'm so disappointed and sad about the reactions to my engagement.", he sighed and leaned forward in the chair and put his head in his hands. He went quiet for a little while, collecting his emotions.

"You guys get to have your opinion, I took the decision to become an idol and therefore parts of my private life became public. And if this announcement has somehow made you guys disappointed with me, I'm… I am following my heart here and can't say that I'm sorry for doing so, but I do accept your disappointment.", he looked up again. "But I have to draw the line now. I can't accept the fact that y/n is getting hate sent to her daily. That the last couple of days someone has been sending her threatening text, comments and such. It's become so bad that she can't even go to school anymore.", his breath was shaking as he breathed in and he pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"If you need to get upset, take it out on me. Y/n hasn't done anything wrong, she didn't choose to become a public figure like I did. I am the one who dragged her into the spotlight, the one who chose to love her, the one who proposed to her. Blame me.", he went quiet again and read the comments. "That's all I've got to say.", and he ended the live.

After his own announcement, the hate toned down quite a lot. Some of the fans even started to speak up for you, saying that they were happy that Seungcheol was marrying someone who made him as happy as you did.

Wonwoo: The fact that the two of you had gotten engaged was a surprise to literary no one. Everyone knew that you were it for him, his family knew, your family knew, the members knew and even the fans knew that if Wonwoo was going to get married, it was going to be with you.

That also meant that it was no hurry for the two of you to announce it yet. Of course the two of you called you families, both part who was really happy for the two of you (but like said, not really surprised). Then you and Wonwoo decided to just take it easy for a couple of days, since you had the chance anyhow. You guys spent a lot of time at home just talking and dreaming about the future; When and where should the wedding be? Should it be traditional Korean or a westernized wedding? How many should you invite? Where should the honeymoon be?

The two of you got pretty caught up in your own heads, so much that Wonwoo completely forgot to inform the members about the fact that you had said yes. He had told them before the weekend that he was going to propose and by the end of the weekend the group chat were going crazy. Unluckily for the guys Wonwoo had tuned off his notifications, and the guys didn't want to call incase they would interrupt something.

So when the next practice day came he was basically ambushed by twelve curious men asking: "DID SHE SAY YES!?".

"Oh, right I forgot to text you guys, didn't I?", Wonwoo laughed softly. "Yeah, she said yes.", and cheers erupted from the guys. He was hugged, congratulated and patted on the back. And then he had to go through how he did it, Hoshi and Jeonghan wanted and reenactment but Wonwoo settled with just telling them.

You guys decided to hold on from telling Carats and the public for a few weeks as well but when then you guys announced it by posting a picture of him holding your bejeweled hand and the caption:

'Thank you for coming into my life and deciding to stay in it.

I hope Carats are as happy as we are about this

Thank you so much for everything <3'

Mingyu: Everyone close to the two of you basically already knew, I mean: DK and Hoshi were helping out getting the house ready. And Mingyu couldn't keep his mouth shut, he had talked to everyone and discussed how to get the most romantic proposal with all the members.

So since everyone had known that today was the day, it wasn't actually the two of you who spread the news that you had said yes: it was DK and Hoshi. After congratulating the two of you (and asking if it was okay to tell people) they left the two of you alone and updated the other guys on what had happened. You and Mingyu on the other hand just enjoyed each other and the first evening the two of you had been off work in a long while.

When the daybreak came your phones were filled with congratulations and a text from his manager just telling Mingyu to just say when. Both of you knew that it wouldn't be possible to keep this quiet (Because Mingyu would snitch on the two of you) for long and therefore it only took a few days before the announcement was made.

Out of all the members engagement announcements, this was probably the one who broke the most hearts. The internet got filled with teenage girls crying their hearts out in the comment sections of his Instagram, willowing in the despair of the fact that: "Mingyu won't marry meeeeeee" </3".

To be honest, the two of you just thought it was kind of cute how the fans was reaction and Mingyu just posted a picture of him pouting with the caption:

'Sorry Carat, she stole my heart before I even knew it </3'

Which… let's just say that it didn't exactly calm down the situation. (But ofc that attention-seeker loved it)

Vernon: Yeah, no the two of you didn't really do an announcement to be honest. You guys just calmly brought it up in conversations when you met the people, and everyone was excited for you, no one were really surprised but it didn't make them any less happy. But it was actually an accident found out by the fan that made the whole thing public.

The two of you had not necessarily been keeping it a secret but you hadn't really felt the need to post it on social media, but it happened when the two of you were away on a weekend trip. You had been taking pictures and videos, and had of course been posting online. By this point you'd gotten so used to the weight of the ring on your finger that both you and Vernon just forgot about it when you posted a picture of the two of you. It was a sweet picture where you were squishing Vernon's face with your hand and basically showing off your ring for the world to see.

It only took about… five minutes before the rumor were all over the internet "SEVENTEEN's Vernon engaged with long-term girlfriend, the runway model y/n"

After a quick call with PLEDIS they posted an announcement confirming the rumors, and you and Vernon posted a short explanation online. The reactions weren't that big, people was happy for you and writing that you two would have beautiful babies. You didn't really pay that much attention to what the public was saying because, let's be honest: you knew that mostly people were just teasing Vernon and getting ready to make wedding memes.

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lunaekalenda · 1 year

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sweet version - chocolates for satoru (part one)

You were sure that Satoru's locker would be full of chocolates, presents and love letters. You knew it was stupid to leave some for them yourself but, still, you're baking some in the middle of the night, a glass of coffee half empty resting near your phone on the table. You rap rhythmically on the counter with your fingernails, waiting patiently for the chocolate to melt on the microwave. The card, decorated with a simple kitty drawing and a heart, looks at your from near the bag you're gonna use to give the chocolates to him. Every second on the microwave makes you think. Are you really doing this for Satoru? The one that has half of the college students behind? Do you really think he will care about some more chocolates on Valentine's Day?

You're about to drop the chocolates but the cute mold you got for this stops you. Kitty chocolates. It was too cute to leave it at the store and, plus, that's kinda how you started to like Satoru, during that cold winter day, when a fluffy white kitty looked at you from inside his coat. When his eyes met your fascinated ones, he just smiled and took your hand, slowly resting it on the kitty's head, letting you pat him. "It was too cold for him to be outside. He doesn't seem to have a home, so he has now." That exact moment, when you took your eyes up and they collided with Satoru's blue ones, and he smiled so softly to you, with your hand still near his chest and the cat between your bodies, purring softly at your touch.

And, almost a year later of seeing him on the corridors, sharing classes and feeling your heartbeat race with every tiny interaction you had, now you're baking him chocolates. Pretty hilarious. Probably he won't even look twice at them. But, what do you lose?

After hours of mixing chocolate, sweet fillers and exasperating over bad-explained tutorials, your kitty chocolates are ready and on the fridge. With a last sigh, you close the door and go to sleep upstairs. You need to rest. Tomorrow will be a hard day.

His first chocolates were on his locker time before he arrived to school. There were also notes on his desk. Even on his chair. Satoru has definitely something (something more than his looks and his charm) that attracted everyone to him. It was so early and everything was so full of chocolates. Heart shaped ones, expensive ones, notes with cute calligraphy and even gifts could be seen on Satoru's place.

The kitty chocolates seemed to laugh at you when you looked at them, and the poorly-decorated card you were so proud of yesterday gives you a look back. Taking them on your hands, you search the closest exit to the gardens. Once outside, you feel how the fresh air takes the anxiety knot of your chest away. Sighing, you sit on a bench, in front of the pond. Taking your eyes to the chocolates, you look again at your creation. They really do look tasty.

You hear steps before a long sigh comes from your left. Satoru plays with a bag on his hands, before sitting by your side. It's maybe this your opportunity? Or are those his favorite chocolates between all the pile he has been collecting today. He takes a quick look to your hands.

"Valentine's present?" he asks. You stay quiet and silent, before sighing long. You nod once, twice, before speaking.

"Yours?" he nods again. You both sit on the bench, bodies close, but far at the same time. His long digits keep playing with the sweets inside the bag.

"Isn't it ironic?" he murmurs. "I've never took the first train to college." his whispers are audible when he sits a little closer. "I've never baked before." he gives another twist to the bag on his hands. "And I've never wanted to be here first than anyone." He releases a long sigh. "But, still, I couldn't be the first one." With a sweet smile, he stands up, letting the bag of chocolates fall in your hands. The card attached to it is written in big red colors, and your name is displayed on it.

It wasn't a gift for Satoru.

It was his gift for you.

Standing up quickly and reacting as soon as possible, without letting the cute smile leave your mouth, you run towards him, stopping Satoru near the entrance of the building. He mistook your sweets with a gift from someone. Standing in front of him, and keeping your eyes on his, you put the chocolates on his hand. His pale cheeks blush softly when he sees the "For Satoru" on the card. His eyes travel to the chocolates, and he can't help but smile when he sees the kitty shape. The moment reminds you to when you fell in love with him: close, with something making you both smile between your bodies.

"Is it Tami?" he whispers. "You baked chocolate Tamis... for me?" he seems incredibly grateful and moved. You nod under his attentive gaze. "Why?"

Taking all the air you could into your lungs, you leave your mind blank to avoid making any mistake, since you want your confession to be heard clear.

"Because I like you, Satoru."

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propertyofkylar · 6 months

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so um... you mentioned kylar tributing pc while they sleep ... elaborate PLEASE ♡ sigh he's such a weirdo i lub him

dear anon it is literally CANON and if you aren’t in a relationship w kylar he can sneak into your room at night and jerk off and cum on your face and tell you he loves you. in my research i discovered that kylar can sneak into your room at night to fuck which ive never had happen before but i couldn’t get it to trigger because FUCKING ROBIN comes into my room every night that bitch. wanted to supply screenshots but u will have to settle for my headcanons below…

cw: somno, tribute, ONCE AGAIN a brief mention of a breeding kink i can't help myself, kylar being kylar. m!kylar, gn!pc

ok so, i know tributing is technically for cumming on photos right. which kylar definitely does too. creepy photos he’s taken of you, screenshots of you from his hidden camera, his own drawings (he made it too hot and couldn’t resist :/) and even those “doctored” photos he found of you online (he felt really low after that one)

but why should he stick to photos when he knows how to get the real thing??

so he sneaks into the orphanage at night. he watches you from a distance to make sure you’re fast asleep.

once he’s sure of it he gets as close as he can. you look so pretty and peaceful when you’re asleep :)

he climbs next to you in bed, careful to not disturb you.

he peels down your covers, hoping you’re wearing something more revealing than your regular pajamas (god help you if you are)

he’s already salivating no matter what and pulls down his sweatpants to start stroking himself. he has no underwear on to make it easier, or maybe because you told him to stop wearing it

and he’s already hard of course, he has been since he got in. seeing you sleeping does things to him.

he’s biting down hard on his sweatshirt trying not to make noises but he’s mumbling about how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

if he’s feeling confident he’ll pull up your top to stare at your stomach and chest. and if he thinks he can get away with it he’ll pull your bottoms down too if you have any on. depending on your relationship with him though he might want you to catch him!!

hell, he might even try stroking your cock/fingering your pussy. just a little bit! he hopes it will make you dream about him <3

seeing you so vulnerable makes his hand speed up on his cock. he can never last long with you laying there so nicely for him !!

where should he cum? if he cums on your face he'll rub it in and against your lips so you can wake up tasting him. :)

but he might cum on your chest/stomach, and pull your top back down so you wake up with it stuck to your skin.

if he's feeling real brave? if you have a pussy, he will ever so gently push his cum inside. wouldn't it be amazing if you got pregnant?

a brief kiss to your forehead and a whispered i love you and he will be gone. well, not before he takes photos of you sleeping with his cum all over you. then back to his own home where he won't be able to sleep because he can't stop thinking about you. he hopes when you see him tomorrow in school you can have some fun. <33

#that is. if u r actually an anon and not just hatkuu spreading the kylar agenda again #degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #dol kylar #writing #i need a separate hc tag i think. maybe a new fic tag too just for clarity #nica's headcanons #<- that's it now

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runningfrom2am · 8 months

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i am a god

summary: after a fatal bar fire leaves the whole city distraught, your best friend can’t help but notice that you couldn’t care less.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

wc: 3.9k

tags/warnings: possession, violence, blood, gore, s/h elements, death, all that fun stuff. also reader is a psycho. semi-platonic jj x reader, SOME jjiara (i couldnt resist- sorry kie girl ily), implications of a non-straight reader, manipulation.

a/n: this is for day one of obx week!! day one: au with jj maybank! if you couldn’t tell by now, i went with a jennifer’s body au. don’t ask why, it honestly just came to me in a raven simone style vision and i honestly hate the final product. but i thought it was so perfect getting into the spooky season :)

i hope you enjoy and i’ll see you again tomorrow for my first ever john b fic!!

disclaimer!! : please be mindful of the warnings on this one! there are references to assault and violence and self-harm so if any of this is disturbing for you please do not read this! come back tomorrow for some fluff :)

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"JJ, it's literally not that deep. Don't be a baby. It'll be fun." You scoff, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you get up off his bed.

"For you, maybe. I don't get why I have to come." JJ sighs, following you down his hallway anyways as you sway your hips in the cocky way you always do.

"Because we're best friends. Duh."

"Okay, sure, but what am I meant to do when you ditch me to go hook up with the lead singer like you're insisting you will?"

"His name is Rafe Cameron, and he's an absolute rocket." You giggle. "You're not gonna join us?" You tease, turning to him and tilting your head.

"No, Y/N. I'd really rather not." JJ pushes your hands away as you reach out to fix his shirt.

"You're so boring, J." You pout, huffing and walking out the door. As usual, JJ follows like a lost puppy.

At school the next day, all anyone can talk about is how the bar you had been in got burnt down. All JJ can think about is that awful dream he had after he saw you off in the bands van, leaving him behind to go have sex with Rafe Cameron. The dream that you'd come back to his house, eaten all his food, and puked this awful black liquid all over his floor before trying to attack him, hesitating, and then running out- he even dreamt that he cleaned it all up. The uneasy feeling in his gut the only tangible evidence of the event.

"JJ, would you believe it if I told you he genuinely believed I was a virgin?" You whisper in the boys ear, coming seemingly out of nowhere and draping your arm over his shoulder in the school hallway.

"Honestly? No, I wouldn't." JJ replies, slamming his locker shut. "He must have been dumber than I imagined."

You giggle, taking a step back from him to lean against the lockers. "Even so, the sex was subpar at best. It was really upsetting. Almost traumatic, even." You sigh dramatically.

"Can't you have the slightest bit of empathy? People died last night, Y/N." JJ whispers, hoping you're not drawing too much attention to them in the quieter than normal hallway.

You roll your eyes. "Loosen up, Jayj. It's literally not that deep."

"It is, actually!" JJ replies, shocked as you start to walk away.

"Love ya! Catch you later." You blow him a kiss and strut off, leaving him to shake his head in embarrassment. You've always been a force to reckon with, and truly no one understood why the two of you were friends, but even this was out of character for you.

Later that day, Topper Thornton had turned up dead in the forest behind your school. You had paid no mind. It had been a month since then, and JJ saw you in person less and less, despite how close you always had been. You called him frequently though, hushed voices crackling over the landline late at night to make up for missed time.

He took the opportunity of you not incessantly calling him to invite over his girlfriend. Kie had always put up with your friendship, but she wasn't your biggest fan- the way you walked all over him never rubbing her the right way. Why would it? Regardless, she was thankful to spend some time with him one on one without you there to ruin her mood.

It's when JJ freezes on top of her, muttering about how something is wrong and he needs to find you, that Kie snapped. Internally, that is. That was the final straw. She would go to the upcoming formal with him, and then they were done. She just couldn't take it anymore. JJ didn't really care that when both of them fled his house to their separate cars, Kie had left in a huff with a slam of her door. He was only really worried about you.

The panic rose in his chest as he got on his bike, revving up the engine and taking off. He didn't know where he was driving, just that he was driving to you. He took a right onto a dead street he hardly ever drove down, scanning the dark street based only on his gut feeling that you were close. What he didn't expect, was seeing you stumble out of the woods, if that even was the word, covered in blood as the red fluid dropped down your chin.

He screams, swerving out of the way as you stop right in his path, almost rolling his bike in an attempt to not hit you. He screeches to a stop at the side of the street, looking around frantically with his chest heaving. You were gone. JJ thinks he's going crazy- did he see what he thought he saw? There's no way, right?

As he shakes his head to knock some sense into himself, he looks forward and sees you standing right in front of him again. "Hi, J." You smile. Did you always have fangs?

JJ screams again, hammering the reverse and flying back on the bike, frantically turning around and speeding off. Whatever that was was not you. That was not his best friend.

In his panic and fear, he made it home and screamed for his father who JJ, for the first time ever, wished was home. Of course he wasn't. He sighs and wipes away his fearful tears, running upstairs to his room and crawled into bed in the dark. He lets out a sigh of relief- finally, he should be able to sleep, hellbent on admitting himself to a psych ward first thing in the morning. He must be losing his mind.

"Hi." He jolts up when he hears you speak, cheery as ever and feels you shift beside him to sit up.

"Oh my god!" He screams, leaping out of bed and smacking the light on.

"God, JJ- enough with the screaming! You're such a pussy." You say, kneeling on his bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts and your underwear.

"Get out!" JJ shouts in response, cutting you off and pointing to the door.

You pout, placing your hands on your lap. "But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties." JJ takes in your appearance. You were clean, head to toe; not a hair out of place or a drop of blood to be seen.

He doesn't say anything, breathing heavily as he stares at you in partial relief. He may be crazy, but at least you're not trying to kill him. You sit up on your knees and move to the edge of his bed, reaching out to him with a small smile on your face. "I'm not gonna bite you..." You smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them.

"I'm afraid you might." JJ mutters, uncertain as he feels you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

Your smile grows slightly and you pull your lower lip between your teeth. "Only if you want me to." You shrug, suddenly leaning in. Closer, closer, until your lips are almost touching.

JJ is horrified, frozen as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip before ever so gently pushing your lips together. He can't even bring himself to close his eyes while you kiss him, but something draws him into the temptation to kiss you back. Eventually, as you lay back on the bed, he lays over you and kisses you again, in some sort of trance as you hook your leg up over his hip.

"Wait- what the fuck is happening?" He quickly pushes himself off of you and sits up.

"My god, J bug, what's gotten into you?" You chuckle, sitting up again and tilting your head at him in a way he's all too familiar with.

"I saw you! I saw- I saw you in the street covered in blood and now you're just here like nothing happened and we're kissing and I have a girlfriend and you know that and I-" JJ rambles on in a panic, trying desperately to figure out what is going on with him.

"Blah, blah, blah-" You cut him off. "Slow down, tardy slip. You sound like a sped."

"I'm gonna call the police." JJ nods, settling on what he has to do, even if he doesn't know how they'll help.

"Uh, okay, why don't you narc me out? I have the cops in my back pocket. I'm fucking a cadet, remember?" You say smugly, crossing your legs and leaning back.

"What do you want from me?" JJ sighs. He knows you're right, and he's crazy anyways- so what would calling the cops even do?

"I just want to explain some things to you." You admit. "Besides, best friends don't keep secrets. Right?"

JJ just nods, waiting for you to continue.

"'Kay, so remember the night of the fire? I got really messed up. And those guys from Low Shoulder, Rafe's band, are like totally evil. They're basically like agents of Satan with really awesome haircuts." You explain the whole ideal- how you insisted you were a virgin and they should find someone with more experience if their plan was assault. True fear like none other completely enveloped you, up until you passed out from blood loss and pain from their masochistic ritual- all in an attempt to get famous. From the second you left JJ's side at the burning dive bar you knew something wasn't right. Fear was the last emotion you felt, but you left that, and the fact that you were screaming for him in what should have been your final moments, out of the story.

"They killed you..." JJ mutters, a tear dropping quickly from his eye and staining his shirt.

"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" You scoff, seemingly unfazed now by the horrific events. "I mean, they did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should have killed me, but for some reason it didn't."

JJ shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe it did."

"Anyway," You quickly brush off his comment, avoiding his eyes as you pick at your nails. "I don't really remember what happened after that. I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you."

"I remember." JJ nods. He wasn't dreaming- it was real. It was all real, and he curses himself for not checking his trash to see if he really had cleaned up your mess that night.

"I couldn't bring myself to hurt you." You smile softly at him, leaning now on your elbow. "I mean, I'm a really good friend, but I was just so hungry. And ever since then, I just knew what I had to do to be strong."

JJ goes to speak, trying to understand but he has so many questions, when you just continue anyways. "And when I'm full, like I am right now, I'm like, unkillable." You say, a smug tone to your voice. "Like, I can do shit like this. Watch."

You grab a pen from beside the bed, and before JJ can even get a word out you're plunging the tip into your forearm and dragging it down towards your wrist. His eyes widen in horror, reaching out for you as you remove the metal from your arm. "It's really cool! Just watch, look." You stop him, the lighthearted tone of your voice settling him only slightly as he watches the blood drip down your skin. Within moments, all of the blood retreats the way it came, back into your body as the deep cut seals back up.

You smile and make a sucking noise, mimicking the one your skin made as the cut completely disappeared. "It's like some X-Men shit, right?"

JJ watches in awe and confusion, staring at the place on your arm where your skin should still be broken. "What do you mean, 'when you're full'?" He asks after a moment, eyes returning to yours again. "Why were you covered in blood?"

Your smile fades quickly as you look back at him, unsure how to explain. Or if you want to.

"You didn't even look human." JJ adds, genuine fear and worry behind his eyes.

"You know, J-Bug, maybe you should talk to somebody about these disturbing thoughts that you're having..." You shake your head at him as you speak. "We're all really concerned. Especially Kie."

JJ shakes his head and stands up. He didn't expect you to gaslight him, especially when you just showed him to his face that you're invincible now, and now that he knows what really happened to you the night of the fire. "I think she may be having second thoughts about you." You continue, and he's fed up. He points to the door dejectedly.

"Leave." He tells you firmly.

"Come on, JJ, let me stay the night." You plead. "We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to." It sounds like you're offering it to him, like it should be something tempting, but it isn't to him. Or at least he thinks it shouldn't be- but in reality he would love nothing more than to let you stay.

He sighs, looking away from you. He knows he wouldn't be able to say no. You nod almost sadly to yourself and get up, pulling your pyjama pants on before climbing up to the window.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he turns, seeing you go to the window instead of the door as you climb up onto the ledge.

"Uhm, you said to leave. See you at school." You reply snarkily, and before he says anything else, you're gone.

After attending another funeral for a boy JJ hardly knew and then one for a girl he also hardly knew, with new information knowing that his best friend was the one doing this, he couldn't just sit on it. He had to do something, he had to figure out what was wrong with you. He started with something he never did; reading.

He concluded after weeks of reading, that you're possessed. More specifically, by a succubus; and he's going to have to kill you. A blade to the heart when you're at your weakest. Even though he hasn't spoken to you since you left his room that night, he doesn't know if he can do it. But he certainly can't sit and watch while you kill every boy or girl in your school and eat them for brunch.

His breakup with Kie was hard- but she didn't believe him. He could see it in her eyes when he tried to explain that she thought he was crazy- that he needed help. To Kie, of course he would ditch their plans to go to the dance together just to "watch" you. She should have known that he was always going to choose you.

As she walks to the spring formal all alone, her lavender dress swaying in the breeze, she's startled by the sound of a bird flapping its wings not far away. When she turns back around, she's faced with you. "Kie, didn't you hear me calling your name?" You ask, ignoring how startled she already seems.

"You weren't." Kie looks you over. Under your makeup your eyes are sunken, you look tired and thin- despite any attempts made to cover it up.

"Yes I was." You insist.

"I-I couldn't hear it." She stutters, uneasy with the interaction already.

"Listen, I need to talk to you about you-know-who." You say, wringing your hands in front of you as if you're nervous. "Our little J-Bug."

Kie nods a little. While she's never been your biggest fan, it seems that you do have his best interest at heart. You're worried about him too. You grab her hand and lead her off towards the old pool building so you can talk somewhere more private.

"He's been... acting a little off." Kie says as you head up towards a wooded area.

You sigh, stopping and turning to face her. "Look, I think I know what's wrong with him."

"What? What is it?"

"You know how JJ has been really upset since Sophie Mally died?" You say, dropping her hand. Kie nods, looking confused. "Well, it's not just because she was like, brutally murdered and stuff." You hesitate, bringing a hand up to your head. "I don't want to say this, I-"

"Just say it." Kie insists, already battling with what she knew you were about to say.

"JJ and Sophie were intimate." You say, suddenly showing no hesitation. "And by that, I mean they were porking on a semi-regular basis." Any empathy in your tone and face was long gone, Kie could see that, but it looked like you were trying.

She just shakes her head a little, avoiding looking at you. It's not entirely beyond the realm of possibility that he was cheating, and hearing someone you're close with get murdered could cause a mental break like the one he was clearly having. She just expected that if he was ever to cheat, that it would have been with you. She didn't want to believe it, though.

"Trust me, they were doing things you've never even heard of. Total varsity moves." You add when she doesn't reply.

"Okay, Y/N! I get it!" She snaps, surprisingly making you smile.

"I just, you know- I can't believe he would mess with you like that. I told him it was wrong, that he shouldn't do that to you but I was totally caught in the middle. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I was just scared, I guess." You explain, smile faltering towards the end. "I didn't want to hurt him, but I see now how it could hurt you more. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Truly. I care about you both so deeply."

Kie chews on her lip as she listens. If you were in her shoes, it would be really hard. She understands why you wouldn't tell her, even if she needed to know.

"I care about you so much, Kie." You add, grasping her hand again. "More than I have ever had the guts to admit."

You step closer, running your hand up her arm now. "JJ didn't deserve a girl like you."

As JJ stands inside the gym, basking in the sickening irony of Low Shoulder agreeing to play at their formal, he faces the nerves that he hasn't seen you yet. Thankfully, he also hasn't seen Kie, who he begged not to come. She was stubborn, like you, so he expected his ex to show up anyways just to spite him.

As he lifts the plastic cup of punch up to his lips, he gets a shiver that reverberates through all his bones like he just jumped in a frozen lake. Kie. Your voice echoes in his mind, and suddenly it's no wonder he hadn't seen either of you there.

He rushes out of the building following only his gut instinct- like when he got on his bike all those weeks ago. His intuition will take him to you.

By the time he runs away from the school, through the forested area and up to the pool house, he can hear Kie screaming for help. He rushes in through a window, stumbling over the overgrown vines and his eyes land on you and Kie in the dirty pool. "Kie!" He shouts, making only brief eye contact with her before you turn from where you had your back to him. Your jaw looked almost unhinged- and there were those fangs again, this time covered in the blood of his ex girlfriend while the colour drains from her skin.

He dives in without another thought, attempting to pull you off of her, shoving you away as quickly as he can. Under the water you see the two of them- JJ between Kie and you. You can't hurt him. You just can't. They scramble to get out of the water and you find yourself levitating out instead- it's more graceful, that way. Kie should be embarrassed, you think- suppressing the urge to laugh at her as they struggle.

"She can fly?" Kie coughs out, blood pouring from the puncture wounds in her neck now.

"I guess!" JJ replies, just as your feet land on the ground. "Y/N- this is insane! You can't keep killing people!"

"God, you just don't get it." You scoff, crossing your arms.

"No, I do. I do, I know what's going on with you." He insists, still standing between you and Kie.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. "God, J-Bug, don't you care about me at all? If you know everything about me like you say you do, you should know I have to do this."

"You don't! If you were the Y/N I knew you would have killed yourself to avoid this." JJ says, and the air gets thick. "You were never a good friend to me! When we were little you broke my toys, poured juice in my shoes, not to mention all the weed you never paid me a dime for, but you would never do this."

"And now I'm eating your girlfriend." You scowl. "See? At least I'm consistent."

"Why do you need her?" He asks, dirty water dripping from his hair and down his face and neck. "You could have anybody that you want, Y/N. So... why Kie?"

"Ugh, god. Boys are so dumb sometimes." You chuckle to yourself. "You know why."

JJ's chest is heaving as he takes in your appearance. You look nothing like you used to.

"You're actually gonna make me say it?" You laugh, Kie jumping a little where she's sitting on the ground behind him, startled by the loud noise. "Because you're my boyfriend. I have loved you for years in a way no one else ever has. A way no one else ever will."

"Do you mean that?" JJ mutters.

"JJ!" Kie gasps, shocked that he would even consider believing this crap.

"Every word, babe." You smile softly, nodding as you step closer to him.

"JJ, come on! You can't be buying this!" Kie cries out.

"I mean it, I swear." You say again, attempting to drown her out as you place a hand on his cheek. He flinches only slightly before leaning into your touch. "I pinky promise."

For the first time in months, you were being real- you had the energy to be yourself, despite the fact that you were starving. You couldn't live a life like this without him, and you wouldn't leave him behind.

"Come with me." You whisper, leaning closer. "We can be perfect together, J."

He glanced briefly down at Kie, who no longer has the energy to protest.

"Don't you love me?" You ask, jutting your lip out in a familiar pout and you tilt your head.

"I.. I do, yeah." He nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This will only be a pinch, J-Bug." You smirk, kissing him briefly, softly, before moving quickly down to his shoulder and biting down on his soft skin. He cries out until you pull away, a small smile forming on your blood stained lips.

You've never looked more beautiful to him.

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sleepy-vix · 1 month

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journal/braindump 26/3/24

i hope life gets better soon. school is so miserable and weird and i just constantly feel like my physical shape is blurred and i'm but a a faceless entity drifting through the crowded and sweaty halls. when i speak to people it feels like i have to physically force myself to and i'm always so conscious of the fact that i would really love it if i were alone and not speaking to anybody at all.

i don't feel confident in myself and i feel like this year has passed by way too fast and i feel like just attempting to live feels like a bunch of cold sand is piled in my hands, and like sand does, it slips easily through my fingers and all i can do is watch. i feel so stupid and so naive all the damn time

for a while i had believed that everything would be okay, and then for a while after that i believed that i should kill myself. i'm okay now, i still feel very unsettled and it's like i'm not really me but i feel fine enough to function and i feel fine enough to live and wish to keep on living

i wish to keep on living

tomorrow i will wake up early and i will make myself coffee and i will sit down and read (i've had reading block for 2 days- which seems short but its annoying for me bc i really really want to read but i feel too restless and distracted to). i'll try to be nice to myself and protect my peace really hard and go on walks or something

i find that watching youtube videos where people just sit and talk, or rearrange their house and books, is really calming to me. i can't wait to just sit in front of the tv with a cup of matcha and a box of chocolates and just watching people talk, or watch all the movies ive been meaning to watch for sooo long

autumn is rolling around, and i'm infinitely greatful that it is because i always feel so inspired during this season. autumn makes me want to read, it makes me want to watch more films and eat more food and drink warm drinks that make me feel okay inside.

i also hope to pick up journalling again, but i'm not sure if i will because i don't have my own printer for images and idk what to journal but i have recently tried to just draw pictures- ive recently written journal pages on what i want to read, and also an "about me" page, and hand drew pictures. it's nice, but it doesn't give the same effect as full out journalling (with stickers, images, tape, etc... sigh.). i hope i journal more this holiday nonetheless.

i also hope to read without feeling so much pressure. i usually have no problem with reading whatever i want to read, as i like to think of myself as somebody who isnt easily influenced by other people's views (eg. if someone told me i have to read a certain book, i will consider it but i wont read it unless i want to) , but lately i've been thinking of all the books i want to read this holiday (for me i have autumn break in one week- and autumn break lasts for 2 weeks) and as u can imagine, it is very stressful bc ive somehow fallen into the mindset that i must read ALL of those books before next term or else.

fyi the books comprise of

- the complete collection of jane austen

- the complete collection of sherlock holmes

- the poppy war

- the iliad

- hamlet

- the metamorphosis

soo yeah... especially the first two points are stressing me out haha... im starting the poppy war now but im a little nervous bc ppl keep saying that its VERY gory??? and i usually dont care abt such things but lately my nerves and emotions have been such a wreck that i dont trust myself to read it in a calm manner

i'll try to break free of this toxic reader mindset tho! it would be nice if i could talk to people abt books, so it feels like im engaging with my hobby while not actually having to do the hobby, but nobody ik irl will want to talk abt books as i do

MAN i so badly want to rant abt booktok (ok actually i wont expand on this bc its a very sore point for me in the sense that i might get worked up over it and then feel shit afterwards for displaying sm emotion)

anywaysss next topic

ummm i get my maths result back on thursday and im so fucking scared bc i know i messed up bad for a few questions but im not sure if it was enough to drop me down to a b... idk i REALLY REALLY WANT AN A. like istg my whole self esteem for until the next exams roll around is goijg to be based off my maths result.. fuck im so emotionally immature its laughable

ummm also i have literature class tmr and i love lit class but we have to watch fucking "shes the man" and im sorry but i hate that movie so so much (ive never watched it before but we watched half of it last lesson and it was soo annoying). ughh why is my eng teacher making us watch this 😭😭

also my eng teacher is very blunt and therefore very interesting to talk to so ive been wanting to ask him abt books hes read lately but i CANT bc we have to watch thats tupid fucking movie and also he has to mark papers :( but also like hes the only intellectually stimulating person ik irl so what am i meant to do with all of my buzzing book thoughts ughh (rhetorical question. pls dont answer) :(

hmm what else is there to say

oh yeah last night i had a dream tjat i got a B+ for english and that was... it was like a nightmare im not even kidding. it was such a vivid dream too- everybody else got an A meanwhile i got a B+ (very close to an A) and i was just absolutely shocked and i desperately begged my teacher to give me some extra credit work so i can bump it up to an A-... yeah...

oh but also back to me wanting to have a better life- i think i'll take myself to the thrift more and go out with my friend (yes, singular. theres only one friend that i like hanging out with outside of school 💀) atleast once this holiday... thats what teen girls my age do, right??? haha...

also i want to watch ladybird and the perks of being a wallflower and rewatch little women and dead poets society !

i also might reread solitaire but aghh that makes me stressed out abt reading again... fuck. maybe i should just take a break from reading omfg

i cant wait to wake up early tomorrow and drink coffee though! :)

also i will make more spotify playlists (it makes me rlly happy to) and MAYBE even try cooking????????????? man idfk im desperate okay? feeling suicidal is not fun and i dont want to feel like that again this year. i cant afford thay bc im meant to be an academic weapon :( (lol who am i kidding? im more like an academic victim)

also maybe i will just text my friends more in general. it stresses me out and makes me feel icky but the other day, i had a nice and fun and lighthearted texting convo with one of my class friends and it made me realise that i should probably text people more ...

lol

anyways i think thats all? i think ive gotten everything off my chest for now. i liked doing this actually. maybe i'll do it more often idk 💀💀

hope u guys have a good day 🙏 i dont actually expect anyone to read this but if you did, i hope you have a good day TIMES TWO!

no refunds :}

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gizmo-writes · 1 year

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince | pt 2 | wilbur soot

it's you and me

that's my whole world

You woke up to your phone ringing, you groaned. 2am, who the fuck was calling at 2am. You rubbed your eyes, answering. "Hello?" You asked, voice tired and hoarse. "Y/n! Okay so I've been thinking about those lyrics you wrote, and I wrote some of my own to add to it!" Wilbur said, voice cheery but also slurring a little. "Wilbur, are you drunk?" You asked, sighing tiredly. "A tad, but please just listen to this. I've been up all night thinking about your lyrics and i had to add to it. Okay? Are you listening?" He asked, putting his phone on speaker. "Can't this wait till tomorrow?" You asked, yawning. "I'm not sure I'll have to courage tomorrow so please, just listen." He said, you sighed once more before humming in response. "Okay, okay," he said before strumming a few chords. "It's you and me, that's my whole world. They whisper in the hallway, 'she's a bad, bad girl.' The whole schools rolling fake dice. You okay stupid games, you win stupid prizes. It's you and me, there's nothing like this. Miss Americana and the heartbreak prince. We're so sad, we paint the town blue. Voted most likely to run away with you," he sang, not even slurring once. "Okay, thoughts?" He asked, slightly out of breath.

So many thoughts were running through your head. It's you and me, that's my whole world? His whole world? You were his whole world? No that didn't make sense to you, how could- why did- your tired mind couldn't fathom it. "Your silence is scaring me," wilbur chuckled. "No- im just speechless.. wait, people call me a bad girl?" You asked, giggling tiredly. "Oh come on, that's all you got out of it? It's you and me, that's my whole world," he repeated the lyric. Oh, he really meant it? "I-I got that part, it's amazing Wilbur. Really, it's amazing." You said. "Okay, cool. So you'll come over tomorrow? Maybe we can work on the song more!" He said. "Wil, we've been through this, im not the singer here. That's you." You said. "You keep saying that but I just don't think it's true. I've never heard you sing, but I bet it's amazing! Pleaseeee, please y/n," he said, drawing out the word please. "Fine, I'll be over tomorrow. Okay? Will you sleep now?" You asked. "Maybe," he said. You giggled tiredly. "Okay, goodnight wil," you said. "Goodnight y/n." He said before hanging up. Your heart was beating so fast, it was so hard to sleep just thinking of him and this stupid song.

You woke up the next day, tired and worn out. Around 1pm you called Wilbur. "Hello?" His voice was groggy. "Hey Wil, I don't know if you remember calling me last night but you wanted me to come over. Did you still want that?" You asked. "Shit, i- i was drunk last night. I'm sorry i called you so late." He said with a sigh. "It's okay, don't worry Wil. It's not the first time you've called drunk," you giggled. Wilbur groaned, "I'm so sorry," he said and you giggled again. "You can come over, just give me a second to clean up okay?" He said. "Okay wil, I'll see you soon." You said, smiling before hanging up.

You arrived at Wilburs house around 2, knocking on his door and waiting for him to come downstairs. Wilbur was quick to answer, hair still wet from the shower. "Hey!" He said. "Hi," you smiled, walking into his cozy apartment. He always kept it a bit warm due to the chilly weather outside. "So.. how bad was I last night?" He asked as he followed you to his room. "Well, you were very insistent that I listen to the lyrics you came up with," you giggled, sitting at his desk. "Of course I did," he chuckled, sitting on his bed. "Did you at least like them?" He asked. "I actually loved them! It worked really well with what I wrote." You smiled and wilbur smiled back. "I'm glad to hear. Now where do you want to start?" He asked as he pulled out his own song journal where he would scribble lyrics endlessly. "I have no clue, you're the song writer here." You giggled. "Well, i think we already have a chorus.. so all we need is the first verse.. and the second... a bridge.. maybe a pre-chorus?" He said. You sighed, "that's a lot.. how the hell do you do this?" You asked. "It takes time. There's no way we'll get this done in one day but it's a start." He shrugged. "What kind of story do you want to tell?" He asked. "I mean.. It's.. it's about us.. so the story about us? I don't know." You sighed. "Let's see what we can do. How do you feel about me?" He asked.

Well, that was a loaded question. How did you feel about him? You never really asked yourself that. You never needed to answer that. "I- let me just write and see what I come up with.." you said, grabbing your own journal from your bag. You sat it down on the desk and stared at the blank page. "Don't think too hard about it, okay? Just write, write anything. I'll give you a minute. I need to figure out the melody." He said and you nodded. You listened to him play the guitar quietly as you stared at the page. You had no clue what to write, you didn't want Wilbur to find out you liked him this way.. but somehow this felt like the right way.

"Wilbur, i don't know," you sighed after a few minutes. "Okay, look at me," he said, setting the guitar down. You turned and looked at him. He was so beautiful, so sweet, so caring. "What do you feel? What do you think when you see me?" He asked. "I-I think you- you're sweet.. you care about me.. I adore you" you said. "Okay, use that. Write that, it doesn't have to rhyme yet. We can worry about that later." He said. You nodded and turned back to the page and began writing. Wilbur waited patiently for you to stop writing. "Okay, done." You said. "Read it to me." He said. "Y-you know I adore you... I'm crazier for you... I don't know what to put next," you muttered. "That's perfect!" He smiled. He couldn't hide the blush rising on his cheeks and he didn't want to. "Here, let me see that," he said and you handed him the journal and pen. "You know I adore you, im crazier for you..." he stopped, tapping the pen on his cheek. "What about, 'then i was at 16.. lost in a film scene'?" He asked. You looked at him confused. "I know you didn't know me at 16, but i remembered how you told me about how you'd watch all those movies, the cringey romance ones. You'd lose yourself in those movies, pretending you were in them. I just- it works. Right?" He said, smile on his face. You blushed heavily, "you remembered that?" You asked. "Of course, i always found it cute how you'd make me watch those romance movies. Like, they're all cringey but you love them." He said. "It's... it's perfect." You smiled, taking the journal back. "You know I adore you, im crazier for you than I was at 16, lost in a film scene." You read the lyrics out loud. They were perfect.

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lady-z-writes · 11 months

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Been a while and I just have the urge to write Jim Hopper, okay?

Hopper x reader...sexual tension galore.

"Drive."

Wordlessly, he presses his foot to the gaspedal. Hopper isn't interested in the story this time, is just thrilled you're getting out of there. Time and time again, he'd arrested your boyfriend for disorderly conduct. It's how you met. He was always curious about the pretty little thing that swung by to pick his ass up every time.

You'd called on him a few times, when he'd get physical with objects in the house - start throwing things. Hopper would offer you a smoke on the porch as Callahan took a statement from your boyfriend, sometimes it ended with another arrest. And you two would get to talking about how a nice girl was with such a deadbeat, about how much longer you'd put up with it. You knew it had to stop. But you knew it had to be you to finally make the choice to leave.

Tonight was that night. You'd called him at the station and said you needed a ride. Anywhere. You didn't care.

So, here he is at 2am - tired eyes and an ache that only another night on duty would give him.

When you slid into the passenger seat with two big bags, he knew there was a story there.

You're wearing a red dress and heels and - fuck - is he into your shape. Wants to run his hands down your curves. Wants to make you feel good for once.

Has he grown attached to you over these last few months? Absolutely. Is he going to put you in a position where you felt pressured? Absolutely not. You have enough shit to deal with.

"I need a drink," you say it suddenly but it seems like those words have been rolling around in your mouth for hours. Had you been thinking of him? "Buy me a drink."

One drink turns into two which turns into you spinning around that pool table, a smile on your face for once, feeling lighter without that baggage weighing you down. You suck at pool - your words, not his - but you sure look good bent over, determination on your face to use that stick.

"I've only ever played with my hands," you'd said which made him almost spit his beer. "Never learned for real- just goofed around in high school."

He'd teach you, but that's cliche. Instead he lets you cheat, use your hands if you wanted. It just looked good to see you laughing.

He wondered where you'd been in that dress before you loaded up all your shit and took off. A dress like that deserves to be hiked up as you're fucked good and hard until you squirt.

But these are thoughts for another time, for someone else probably. Yet you're giving him this coy smile before taking your next sip and if he's reading the room well enough, you're flirty.

You make it pretty obvious when you move in close, draw your arms over his shoulders, look up at him.

"You're not in the right place for this, not tonight, sweetheart." He says it though it pains him.

"You know," you don't let go, "he knows me pretty damn well. Accused me of having a little crush on you."

"Is that right?"

"That's right," you draw in closer to him.

"You're just jumping from one car crash to another."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, Jim." He focuses his gaze on you. "If you don't feel something between us, I'll go."

He huffs a laugh, sighs, looks at you. "What have you been thinkin' about?"

"Today?"

"Sure."

"Well, right now I'm thinking about you bending me over this pool table."

The look you're giving him is enough to make him sigh a heavy breath.

"Fuck..." He leans his head back, stares up at the ceiling, contemplates in what world this would be an okay thing to do.

"Chief?"

"Hm?"

"You can kiss me."

"I could," he agrees, letting his hands trail over your arms as he's trying to hold back the urge to pull you in enough to feel his hardening cock. "But I don't think I'll be able to stop there."

He levels his gaze on you.

"Good," is all you say.

He inspects you now, a groan just barely heard.

"I take you to my place...you sleep. You wake up and you're still interested, I'm off tomorrow. It's your lucky day."

"Deal." Without hesitation, not missing a beat, you pull him close to kiss him on the neck.

You linger there, the tension between you two igniting something in Hopper that's long burned out.

Tomorrow...He can hardly wait.

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dearly-somber · 9 months

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9 And 3 Quarters (Run Away) | txt

-> pairing. txt ensemble x f!reader

-> genre. mystery, soft-fantasy, angst, fluff

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2193

-> warnings. some sus behavior from the reader; school fire; manipulation?

-> a/n. This era has me in a chokehold.

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sep. 1st, 2020 @ 23:30

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:56

Beomgyu sighed as he walked the long stretch over the field, the paint mechanism lagging behind him and dyeing a long white streak over the grass.

He walked and walked until he saw a soccer ball sitting idly a few meters in front of him. Coming to a standstill, the boy contemplated for a moment before, with a huff, he got a running start and kicked the ball further across the field and into the bleachers.

“Was that really necessary, Gyu?” Beomgyu startled at the sound of your voice. You were leaning against the bleachers, lazy grin tugging your lips upward. “It's not the ball's fault you got detention for ditching!"

"It's unfair! How come I got detention and you didn't? You ditched, too!"

You appeared from behind the bleachers, soccer ball in hand. "That's just because I'm a better liar." You smirked, throwing the ball up into the air. Beomgyu's eyes followed the object and watched it drop to the floor with a thud, looking up to find you gone.

In their homeroom, Yeonjun was sitting with a box-opener, cutting into the pages of a math notebook he seldom used these days.

He cut what looked like a door into it, leaning against his left arm that was propped on a stack of other school books, clearly bored and heavily uninterested. His bear was sitting to the left of him, just out of his peripheral view. The burn on his right hand had already healed enough to be only barely visible, and the cut on his hand stuck out like a sore thumb. Kids had been asking about it all morning, and it was starting to piss him off. Couldn't they mind their own business?

"What are you doing? You're making a mess!"

Yeonjun scoffed, looking up at you. "Does it matter?"

This time it was your turn to scoff, moving forward to pat his shoulder sympathetically, walking off to the back of the class somewhere. "Don't come to me begging to help you clean up!"

Yeonjun rolled his eyes with a smile, continuing his carving ritual.

"Kai! Did you finish the yellow line?"

"Yeah! I'm just about done with the blue one—"

"Great!" You stood still, looking at the road with scrutinizing eyes. "You couldn't make them at least a little bit straighter?" you chastised playfully, pointing with your finger at the particularly squiggly sections of line.

Heuning Kai grinned, elbowing your shoulder playfully before standing up to his full height, checking to see how it came out. "It's really cool looking..."

You grinned from ear to ear.

“Where'd you get the idea for it, anyway?" he asked, looking up at the classroom in the distance thoughtfully. You shrugged with a “hmmph”.

"Go clean your hands before someone pins this on you," you said in a bit of a whiney voice, pushing Heuning Kai toward the outdoor bathrooms. He laughed, turning around to say something but inevitably being left with an empty clearing and deafening silence.

"Wah, Soobin-ssi! This looks great!" you shouted with a happy smile, looking over the array of drawings on the whiteboard in the front of the class.

Soobin eye-smiled at you giddily.

"Still dreams?"

"Yeah. They seem to get... darker and darker as time goes on," he mumbled, finishing off the last line of the door he was doodling, admiring his work proudly.

"I'm sure it'll be fine,” you cooed reassuringly, rubbing a hand over the small of his back. "I'm sure we'll figure it out, soon enough."

Soobin nodded, smiling at you and closing his eyes for a moment. He knew you had vanished when he no longer felt that reassuring warmth over the small of his back.

Taehyun took his airpods out at the sight of his friend appearing in front of him, as you so often did. “What you listening to?" you asked with a sly tilt of your head and disarming smile.

He smiled weakly, shaking his head. "Nothing."

You raised a brow, still smiling at him slyly. “I'm not so sure about that, Hyunnie."

Closing his eyes, Taehyun counted to three, while simultaneously back in the homeroom, Soobin put on his colored glasses, looking at the door on the board.

When Taehyun opened his eyes again, they were sitting on the soccer field in a semi-circle. You watched Soobin intently as Beomgyu put a plaster over Yeonjun's cut before laying back with a content sigh. Chuckling, everyone else followed suit, huffing as their backs hit the ground.

"Man, this is refreshing. That stupid classroom was getting stuffy," you said after a few moments of silence, looking at the clear sky above you.

Soobin hummed, the others making a few comments about it before you got back on your feet.

"How 'bout a quick game, hmm?" The guys got up pretty quickly, grinning as you disappeared and re-appeared with the soccer ball from earlier. It was a 3v3: Yeonjun, Soobin and Heuning Kai versus you, Taehyun and Beomgyu.

"Y/N! Shoot, shoot!" Beomgyu shouted as he kicked the ball to you for the winning goal, tripping as Yeonjun tried to get the ball from him. When you got the ball in, Beomgyu picked you up, swinging you around while you all laughed triumphantly. From behind you, Taehyun was smiling and clapping, though the way he looked at you gave the idea that the gears in his head were indeed turning.

The five of you walked down the school halls together, split into groups or pairs as you walked, talking about a math equation and how hungry you were (cough Soobin cough).

Taehyun was standing idly further in front, and Yeonjun being Yeonjun, ran forward with a huge smile on his face, swinging his arm around Taehyun's shoulders and causing the smaller male to loose his footing; Yeonjun laughing at the shocked expression on his face. The rest of the group chuckled at the duo's antics, continuing after them quietly.

You stopped when you noticed Beomgyu lagging behind slightly. "Hey, Tiger! What's up? You look pissed," you said, commenting primarily on the rather intense look he was giving Taehyun from behind.

He shook his head with a somewhat forced smile: "Nah, it's nothing. I just don't think I did well in that math activity we did today."

You laughed. "Yeah, same. Tell you what, if you did better than me I owe you ice cream?" You wiggled your eyebrows challengingly, the taller boy laughing as he hooked an arm around your shoulder.

You were standing behind Yeonjun, the rest of the crew scattered around the room. Yeonjun was holding a pair of glasses over his notebook, and as the two of you were looking at it, the space in between where he had carved the box (or door, depending on how you wanted to look at it) had suddenly caught aflame. The lot of you shared looks with each other, though neither of you really tried to do anything about it, until that is, Beomgyu grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed the notebook.

The only problem?

The fire was still going. "The fu—"

"Language!" Kai said before you could finish cussing, causing the lot of you to laugh.

Having made your way up the stairs and to the roof as the sky slowly started to darken, you had told Taehyun to bring the fire extinguisher along. "Why?" He asked, a questioning look on his face.

"I have a feeling something magical is gonna happen." You said, a mysterious glint in your eyes and sly grin pulling at your lips. Taehyun had eventually brought it along, not without a lot of complaining though.

"Y/N noona! This is heavy!"

"You have muscles for a reason, Hyunnie! I'm making sure you keep them!" Yeonjun and Soobin snickered at the comment, Hyuka offering to help Hyun, who very happily agreed.

From the corner of his eye, Soobin watched Taehyun and Kai, still walking with Yeonjun as he noticed that you had interlocked hands with Beomgyu, for some or other reason.

However, he ignored it when you got to the rooftop, considering that it was almost completely dark. The majority of them went to sit down, Taehyun having been told to keep standing.

"Right," you said, clasping your hands together in anticipation. "Use the extinguisher, Taehyun!"

Though he looked skeptical, the raven-head did as he was told, quite surprised when a weird beam of red light blasted out of the extinguisher instead of what you often referred to as 'whipped cream'. When you all headed off to the library (mainly because you and Beomgyu had been complaining about the cold), Taehyun had decided to grab a book, whereas Yeonjun and Beomgyu had fallen asleep leaning against one of the shelves.

You were scrolling idly through your phone, sitting across from Taehyun while Soobin and Hyuka wondered through the various bookshelves in hopes of finding something that'd catch their eye.

"Run! Faster, Y/N!"

You were panting, your chest aching painfully with the amount of running you had to do. Yeonjun grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him to urge you to run faster. The fire had already started spreading, and it was moving a lot faster than they had thought it would. Soobin had been the first to find it, quickly alerting the rest of them to the immediate danger, and here they were, on the ground floor of the school building, confused as to why you seemed to be the only one tired after having to run down five to six hallways, (this being your sixth) and a good five flights of stairs.

Beomgyu was quick to lead everyone to the indoor swimming pool. "Great idea, Tiger! The fire can't catch us in the water!" You praised him, still trying to catch your breath from all of the running.

"Well, technically it can still get us, the water isn't everywhere in the room," Taehyun argued, Soobin and Yeonjun nodding along.

Kai was quick to take off his shoes, climbing into the pool first. "Get in!" he shouted after resurfacing, his hair wet and accentuating his facial features.

The lot of you were quick to jump into the pool, not needing to be told twice. Though, it was fun being in the water, and soon enough you had forgotten all about the fire spreading through the building. You grinned evily, splashing water into Yeonjun's face. The look he gave you was pointed and playfully serious, somewhat offended even.

You merely smirked at him, hiding your face as he chased after you.

The six of you started goofing around in the water, though you were sure you had seen them fall/ jump into the pool just a few moments ago, in the exact same manner.

Soobin sat on the side of the pool, watching as you and the rest of the guys dove into the pool like in that one High School Musical scene, one after the other, reminding him of a row of domino's.

His attention was diverted to the hatch in the middle of the swimming pool though, and soon enough everyone was moving through it. You came in last, scared to jump down. "I can't do it, it's too high up," you said, fear evident in your voice.

"I'll catch you, noona! You'll be fine!" Kai said, opening his arms wide. You sucked in a nervous breath, jumping down with a scream. True to his word though, Kai caught you and gave you what was probably the cutest smile ever.

"What is this place?" Soobin muttered.

"I don't know.. It seems like a rainforest of some sort?" you mused, shining your torch around curiously. The further all of you walked, the more you noticed the opening on the other end.

Soobin pulled away the shrubbery at the end, giving way to a vast, open field. And a...

Giant sized, white door?

"What the hell?" Beomgyu said, moving forward with the rest of you. They stood in front of it, and Yeonjun, out of curiosity, put on the same glasses from before. Lo and behold, the door burst into flames.

"Wah... It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" You awed as the six of you sat in front of it, watching as it burnt and splintered under the heat of the flames. Yeonjun nodded slowly, watching with absent, glazed over eyes.

A few minutes passed, and Yeonjun looked down at his finger. Slowly he peeled off the plaster, revealing that his cut was fully healed. He looked it over a few times before shrugging. Not the weirdest thing they've dealt with, after all. When everyone got up to leave, Taehyun stayed behind a bit longer than the others. Noticing Yeonjun's bear laying on the dirt, looking different from before; a lot more ragged and cut up. So he picked it up. "Taehyun! Come on, let's go!" You called after him, having a mini staring contest before he finally joined the rest of you.

You took one last glance back at the burning door, your blue and green eyes seeming to glow in the light of the flames. With one last, mysterious smirk, you followed after your friends.

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riveramorylunar · 1 year

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Music Professor

Pairings: Music Professor Charlize Theron x Student Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Professor x Student relationship, height difference, age difference, jealousy, teasing & Charlize speaking Afrikaans

Pet Names/Nicknames: Oulike meisie(Sweet girl), Darling, Charlie

Word Count: 1,458

A great song should lift your heart, warm the soul and make you feel good. That's what Colbie Caillet once said. Y/N became fascinated with music right after she turned 9. She had learned to play the Violin, Flute and Guitar. She was learning to play on the piano now but just couldn't get it right. At the age of now 18 her parents enrolled her into an art school where she could take piano lessons as well as dancing since she also loved to dance.

She walked up to her new school and looked up at it. The school had four floors one for Freshman, Sophomore, Juniors and one for the Seniors. On each floor there was a room for all of the different forms of art like music, dance, literature, poetry, painting/drawing, sculpture, architecture & theatre.

Y/N walked into the school and was awestruck at how beautiful it was. As she walked through the halls she was roughly shoved to the side causing her stuff to drop to the ground. She looked up to see a boy running down the halls causing her to roll her eyes before scoffing. She bent down and reached for her music binder when someone's hand touched hers. She looked up and locked eyes with a green eyed woman who had short brown hair. The woman smiled before picking up Y/N's stuff. She stood up and Y/N stood up as well before grabbing her things from the woman's hands. "T-thank you" Y/N stuttered out not daring to look at the woman. "It's no problem better be careful next time though these halls can get chaotic at times" the woman said in a thick African accent causing Y/N to gulp. "Got it" Y/N said before she watched the woman walk away. Y/N let out a sigh before continuing her way to the principal's office to get her schedule.

The day had gone by quickly and lunch had just ended. Y/N walked through the halls and back up to the fourth floor. She walked through the long hall before stopping in front of an open door. She had heard the piano playing from all the way down the hall. She stepped into the doorway and saw the same brown haired woman from before sitting at the piano playing a song. "You can come in Dear" the woman said in that hot accent of her's. Y/N's face flushed as she stepped into the room as the woman turned around. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you" Y/N said causing the woman to chuckle before standing up and making her way over to her desk. "It's fine you didn't disturb me" the woman said as Y/N looked at the Name Plate on the desk. Ms. Charlize Theron was across the plate and Y/N smiled. "You have a beautiful name" she blurted out and her eyes widened in shock realizing what she just said. "Oh thank you dear" Charlize said and Y/N saw a faint blush on the professor's face. "N-no problem" she said as she was over and took a seat on the bottom step. "You're Y/N Y/L/N right" Professor Theron said and Y/N nodded. "Well I saw that you sighed up for after school piano lessons" Ms. Theron said and Y/N nodded right before students started walking in while chatting.

"Alright class I'll see you all tomorrow oh and Y/N can you stay behind I need to talk to you for a couple minutes" Ms. Theron said and Y/N nodded as she watched the others get up and leave after packing up their music sheets. Ms. Theron shut the door after the last student left before walking over to Y/N and sitting down on the step beside her. "So when do you want to start your piano lessons" Ms. Theron asked as she crossed one leg over the other. "I don't mind" Y/N said as she kept looking straight. Ms. Theron hummed before grabbing Y/N's chin and turned her face so she was looking directly at her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you understand" Ms. Theron said making Y/N gulped. "Yes professor" Y/N said making Ms. Theron smile before letting go of her. "How does tomorrow sound" Ms. Theron asked as she looked Y/N in the eyes. "That's fine" Y/N muttered out and Ms. Theron nodded. "Tomorrow it is then" she said before standing up and walking back to her desk.

It was after school the next day and Y/N made her way to the music room but stopped when she heard talking. "Oh come on Charlize just cancel the lesson you can do it tomorrow she won't mind" Y/N heard a man say making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. "Mr. Jones I'm not going to say it again the answer is no" Ms. Theron said and Y/N stepped into the doorway causing the two teachers to look over. "Right on time Y/N please come on in" Ms. Theron said and Y/N stepped in before setting her bag down near the doorway. "Now if you'll excuse me Mr. Jones I got a student to help" she continued and Me. Jones huffed before storming out of the room almost shoving Y/N out of the way. "Come on let's get started" Ms. Theron said and Y/N followed her over to the piano. Y/N sat down on the bench as Ms. Theron stood beside the piano.

It had been a couple months now and Y/N was getting better at playing the piano. "Would you like to try and play a song" Ms. Theron said and Y/N nodded. Ms. Theron walked behind Y/N and reached out for Y/N's hands. "Can I" Ms. Theron asked and Y/N nodded. Ms. Theron grabbed Y/N's hands and put them in position. "You don't talk much is it perhaps that I make you nervous" Ms. Theron whispered into Y/N's ear causing her to shiver before blushing brightly. "N-no" Y/N stuttered out and Ms. Theron smirked before pulling her hands away. She rested them on Y/N's shoulders and squeezed slightly. "Well I think you are, you barely talk when it's just the two of us" Ms. Theron said as she stroked her hands up and down Y/N's shoulders.

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After Y/N finished she pulled her hands away and looked up at Ms. Theron to see her already smiling down at her. "That was amazing Y/N you're a fast learner" Ms. Theron said and Y/N smiled. "Thank you Professor" Y/N said as Ms. Theron patted Y/N's shoulders. "You're welcome and please when it's just the two of us call me Charlize alright" Ms. Theron said and Y/N nodded. Y/N looked down at Charlize's lips before looking away and back at the piano. Charlize saw it and sighed before she carefully took Y/N's face in her hand. She turned Y/N's face so that she was looking straight at her. "Y/N I can't stop thinking about you ever since the first day I met you you've been on my mind since then" Charlize said and Y/N kept quiet as her heart started racing. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and you're the absolute sweetest" Charlize continued before she sat down next to Y/N. "P-professor I don't think we should be doing t-this what if we get c-caught I could get expelled and you could get fired and go to jail" Y/N stuttered out as she tried to calm her racing heart but it wasn't working. "We won't get caught I promise Oulike meisie" Charlize said as she leaned in slightly. "A-alright" Y/N said as she took a deep breath in. Charlize smiled before leaning all the way in and kissed Y/N on top lips. Y/N closed her eyes and immediately kissed back.

Charlize pulled away from the kiss first before pulling Y/N into a hug. "I like you very much darling" Charlize said and Y/N hugged back resting her head on Charlize's chest. "I like you too Charlie" Y/N said and right before she felt Charlize's heart quicken at the confession and nickname. Y/N smiled at that before tightening her grip around Charlize. "Do you want to play another song" Charlize said and Y/N pulled away before nodding her head while smiling. "Sure why not" Y/N said and Charlize turned around and the two began playing a song together.

#charlize theron my beloved 😍#Charlize Theron #Charlize Theron x Reader #Professor Charlize Theron #Lesbian #River's Stories📜#My Wifey❣️❤️♥️

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willowfolksong · 1 year

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are we falling like snow on the beach?

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

"She's leaving tomorrow morning" he says, and Oikawa comes to a full stop, food halfway into his mouth. He stays like that for five full seconds, until Iwaizumi starts to get angry. "Eat the damn thing or don't, Stupidkawa. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Oikawa then clears his throat, lowering his fork and crossing his hands over his lap. He has the same look he always has when he's about to say something that will make Iwaizumi absolutely fume, and so the former ace stops eating too, getting ready for whatever comes out of his friend's mouth.

"Huh" is all Oikawa says.

"Huh?"

"Yeah"

Iwaizumi sighs, and he has to pinch the bridge of his nose to stop the incoming headache.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, you know..." Oikawa says, looking down at his plate "It's just that I think is so funny. And painful. But mostly funny. You being this dense for almost fifteen years now is hilarious, but I don't know how long can this keep going"

"Who the hell is dense?"

"It's you" Oikawa deadpans, and then his gaze moves to him and Iwaizumi feels a chill run down his back "You've been in love with the same woman for twelve years and you still don't have the courage to tell her"

His words feel like a punch in the throat that pushes Iwaizumi head first into the past.

...

He's fifteen the first time he sees you, and you're shy and don't talk too much, and he has to take the time to explain that Oikawa's an idiot, but also harmless, when your reaction to his friend's joke is to look utterly horrified.

But you smile at his apology.

And he thinks that's the moment he just knows.

Then it's his second year and you three are friends. You're not as close as Iwaizumi would like, but with his volleyball practices and matches and the things that you do in art club, at least you still find the time to hang out a lot. And he really wishes he could be good at drawing. And he tries—secretely first, then reluctantly with a very cheery and not helpful at all Oikawa as his practice partner—, but his hands are not meant for drawing lines and complicated patterns.

"That's alright, Hajime" you tell him, and he doesn't know if you notice the way you're caressing his fingers, but he will remember it for weeks "This hands are meant for spikes, not for doodles"

By the time third year rolls in, he knows that you were wrong. His hands have always been meant to hold yours. But life starts getting faster, and everything moves to quick for his liking, and graduation is around the corner and he's still not sure. Not sure if his feelings will be reciprocated, not sure if it's worth to sacrifice your friendship in the name of something he has been holding close to his chest for three years now.

Oikawa knows, by now. Sometimes he openly jokes about it. Other times, he just looks at Iwaizumi in a way that makes him feel uncomfortable.

"You should tell her now" he tells him, the last day day of school. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, but his heart is beating so fast that he feels lightheaded "Before it's too late"

He doesn't tell you anything. He doesn't takes the leap. He stays, rooted in place, staring longingly at the abyss darkness.

And he remains there for the rest of his life. He catches up with you every Sunday. It's a tradition that starts when you go to college, and remains until you get a job in L.A, and you have that goodbye dinner where he ends up drinking too much, because what else is he supposed to do?

You have your share of boyfriends. He has one relationship that ends leaving everything in shambles, echoes of accusations that are too close to the truth still lingering in his ears even months after the disaster.

He doesn't try it again.

Oikawa still stares at him in that weird way in all of their video calls.

He still remembers the touch of your hand.

And he still doesn't takes the leap.

...

"And it would be okay if you didn't know" Oikawa continues, food growing cold on the table "I mean, not okay. But at least it would be understandable"

"Oikawa..."

"But you do know! You've known all this time that you love her and you still haven't said anything!"

"It's complicated, alright?" Iwaizumi yells, and Oikawa is genuinely startled by his reaction. He jumps in place and then frowns, and Iwaizumi doesn't know why he's getting upset. He's the one doing the pushing "I don't know how she feels. This isn't only about me"

A minute passes. Then two. Then Oikawa grips his fork again in a way that makes Iwaizumi think he's going to fling it at him.

"She came all the way from the States to wish you good luck in the Olympics" he says "Five thousand miles to wish you good luck in person"

"And?"

"Iwa-chan, are you stupid?"

...

He finds you at the beach because you told him you would be there. ("L.A has the best beaches" you had said, smiling "But the ones in Tokyo have my heart")

"It's too cold" he tells you as a greeting "You're going to get sick, and you have a flight tomorrow"

You look at him over your shoulder and pat the spot next to you "Come sit down with me"

He reluctantly does. You smile. He blushes, and thinks that he would jump in the freezing water if you told him too. The thought makes him pause, and take a peak at the dark abyss by his feet.

"I thought you were going to have dinner with Tooru and then we were going to see each other tomorrow morning"

"I ditched him"

"I'm not surprised" you laugh, bumping his shoulder. "Did he started talking about how Argentina will win in everything again?"

He's 27. He's 27 and about to have the biggest moment in his career. The woman he's loved all his life is siting right beside him, eyes curious and a frown starting to form on her face, because he still hasn't answered her question and it's been a whole minute now.

It's just that he's preparing to jump.

You'll be gone tomorrow, anyway.

Trying to repair your friendship will be easier by text. Less painful.

"Don't leave" it's the thing he says, however. And that's not what he was planning to say, not what Oikawa told him to say, but it is what it is and now you're looking at him as if he suddenly bursted into flames, so he has to keep going, feeling the wind on his back from the fall "Stay here"

"I have to get back to work, Hajime" you say, placing a hand on his shoulder that he quickly takes between his, not missing how the gesture makes you gasp.

"Yeah, well... you're the best one at your office. You deserve a vacation"

"But Hajime..."

"I need to invite you to a proper date and... and we need to celebrate, when our team wins" he gulps, and suddenly the fall feels a little more easier "I love you. I think I've loved you since we were in high school"

"You think?" you ask, and your voice is only a whisper that makes him look up from your hands holding yours, to realize that your eyes are glistening with tears.

"No, I don't think so. I'm sure of it"

"Then why now?"

He laughs, a strained sound that makes you laugh as well, and since you're both laughing, you don't even realize that snow has started to fall around you.

"Oikawa was being annoying about it"

"I know how that feels"

"You do?"

"He has been annoying me about it too. For a while now, actually" you say, smiling, and you furiously wipe the tears from your eyes and lean towards him, cheeks all flushed in a pretty shade of red "I love you too, Hajime. It's always been you"

And when he kisses you, he's happy to find that what awaited him at the bottom of the abyss, was a snowy beach.

This work belongs to my Midnights: Sleepless stories 🕰️ collection, a series of reader insert fics based on the album Midnight, by Taylor Swift, with characters from Haikyuu, Tokyo Revengers and Blue Lock. ✨

You can still send an ask if there's any character you would like to see in any particular song ✨

Last: argumentative antithetical dream boy. Next: carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!!#hq iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu #hq fluff #haikyuu taylor swift #based on a taylor swift song #oikawa tooru

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thelemurinwonderland · 2 years

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You're Not My Papa, Mr. Hunt! 2

Sam and Reader share some father-child bonding time while they're still in toddler form

.....

You sat behind the counter of the shop, a smaller version of Sam’s hat on your head while you colored. It was getting close to the end of the day, so you didn’t have as much of his attention as you wanted. This didn’t worry you, however, because just being in the same room was enough to make you happy. You just kept coloring, occasionally eating some of the snacks he had set down for you.

The final customer left, Sam waved them out the door with his usual smile. He then turned to you and crouched down. “How’s my little helper doing?” He asked. You looked up at him and showed him your picture. He gasped, placing a hand on his chest proudly. “Is that me, little imp?” Beaming, you pointed at each of the characters in your drawing. “Uh-huh! Is you and Bea and the others!” The ghosts behind Sam glided across the walls, making excited noises and comments. Bea, the one who saved you from Rook, laughed in amusement by your caregiver’s side.

“Oh I didn’t realize how much I missed children. Although, I must admit it’s strange. Are we sure when they’ll be back to their appropriate age?” She asked. Sam looked over at her. “No, but it shouldn’t last too much longer. Let’s just enjoy little imp’s company while we can.” He said in response. The ghost nodded back, sinking back into the floor.

You and Sam spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the shop for closing, making sure you got plenty of food at dinner, and watching him do little card tricks. He told you about little trinkets he had found, and stories about when he was in school. “And then, my personal favorite memory from when I was a student here, was when-” “SAM!” Crewel and Crowley’s voices called from the door. He walked over and opened the door with you by his side, looking at the duo curiously. “Divus, Headmage, anything I can help you with?” Crewel held his hand out, a small vial glowing in the dim light. “Have them drink this before they go to bed, it’ll speed up the growth process. Make sure they drink all of it.” Sam took the vial from the man, putting it in his pocket.

The argumentative duo looked at you, resulting in you backing up and clutching your hat. “No up, thanks.” You politely said. “I can’t be mad at such an adorable child, it’s no wonder Hunt was after them!” Crowley sobbed, turning around to walk away. Crewel stayed behind for a few seconds. “You’ve been excused from class, take tomorrow to rest, puppy. But don’t expect me to do this often.” He said before leaving the Mystery Shop. Sam sighed and picked you up. “Well, it’s getting close to that time, little imp. We have time for one more thing before it's back to Ramshackle.”

“Finish the story, Papa!” You said happily. Sam chuckled before walking back to the counter. “Alright, where was I? Ah, that’s right. When I was a first year, a friend and I were practicing magic after school, without permission mind you. Well, I accidentally got him stuck in the wall, and couldn’t get him out! He was screaming so loud, I was surprised Professor Trein didn’t come to see what was going on. So to try and keep him quiet, I walked to the other room where his head was, raised my magic pen… And turned his hair pink. Professor Trein had to come help in the end, but his hair was pink for a week afterwards!”

You squealed and laughed in Sam’s arms upon hearing the end, your father figure laughing along with you. Once you had managed to contain your laughter, Sam started walking out the door. The sun had started to set, the sky being painted with an orange glow. The campus was mostly vacant, except for a few students that were out for a walk here and there. They watched as you and Sam passed, murmuring to each other about what they had just witnessed. Sam walked you up the stairs of the Ramshackle dorm, the ghosts opening the door since his hands were full. He carried you to your room to see your door was already open, realizing Grim was back in your shared space and snoring loudly.

“Alright, little imp, let’s get you in bed.” Sam stated quietly as he sat you down on your bed, taking your hat and placing it on the nightstand. You yawned, settling under your covers while he pulled out the vial. You took the vial from him and looked away in disgust. “Smells really bad, Papa.” You grimaced, closing your eyes and drinking the potion. You coughed after swallowing the foul tasting liquid, and Sam brought you some water to get the taste out of your mouth. “Want me to stay here, or will you be fine if I left Bea with you?” He asked, setting the empty glass down. You yawned again and laid back. “I okay, Papa. Night.”

After you said that, you were asleep, sighing deeply and snoring under the covers. “Goodnight, my little imp.” He whispered, giving you a gloved pat on the head. Despite you saying you would be okay, he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. Instead, Sam sat by your bed for a few minutes before heading back to his shop for the night.

#twst sam #child reader #parent child bonding #twst imagines #twst x reader #gender neutral imagine

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yourssinfullyquiche · 10 months

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Hi. I was wondering if you could write a mlqc fic where mc accidently tells gavin over the phone that she used to have a massive crush on him in high school. Sfw or NSFW please. Thank you

Hi anon! Thank you for your request and patience~ I made it SFW, hope you like it💖

I get a call from Gavin and the dreaded words I do not want to hear drifts over, immediately souring my mood.

“You’re upset, I know,” Gavin says.

“I’m not.”

My words retain a calm, steady tone yet my feelings say otherwise. Annoyance runs through my veins, but the pain in having him away floats above all and threatens to make me cry. I miss him so much, it’s been a month. Now, he may be gone for two. He was supposed to be back last week, so I had everything planned out starting with him staying at home and catching on his sleep.

It’s so late at night. It is perhaps why his voice sounds so hoarse, tiredness bleeding into it. A part of me feels so sad for him, and the other—the vixen can’t help but feel warm all over. My ears catch a soft chuckle and the annoyance bubbles over—this man has the audacity to find the situation funny.

“Really?” He says. “So you’re not pouting on the bed wearing my hoodie preparing to eat Magnum Almond?” I hear the mirth clear in his tone.

“...”

Heat floods to my cheeks. Does he have super sonic evol ears now to hear the freezer opening, I think.

“Shut up, Gavin. And fyi I wear your hoodies all the time even when you’re here, so it doesn’t make a difference”, I shoot back.

The sweet laughter he lets out—music to my ears, makes me laugh as well and my annoyance dissipates quickly.

“It’s 1 AM. You know how susceptible you are to colds. Be good and keep that tub of ice cream for tomorrow, alright.”

A few moments pass before I breathe a sigh conceding to his advice. “Okay,” I mumble cutely. I’m surprisingly malleable when it comes to that silky voice which he uses to persuade me away from poor habits. The reward I get is a virtual kiss and a “good girl” which makes me bite my lips in a smile.

The kisses he gives over the phone soothe me but it also punctuates my longing for him because all I want is to snuggle closer into the safety of his arms and feel the warmth of his kisses suffuse into my body. I’m quiet as he talks, something Tang Chao did and how Gavin had to punish the whole squad due to his cheekiness.

To his credit, Gavin quickly notices the lack of response and calls my attention, and the thought that plagues my mind crosses my lips. “Sometimes I wonder how our lives would be if you had not joined the STF, then you wouldn’t have to leave me off somewhere dangerous.”

I continue spilling the contents that live in the deepest parts of my mind ignoring the low hum I hear on the other side of the phone, one that tells me that Gavin’s deep in thought.

“Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we had never reunited at the police station, would I have spent my life never meeting you? Sometimes I wonder where our relationship would be now if I had only summoned the courage and confessed to you about the huge crush I had on you back in high school. There was nothing stopping me, no jobs, no responsibilities, except for my cowardice. I-I just want you here baby, I miss you so much…”

I heave a breath after spitting my innermost thoughts and am met with nothing. Silence. He says nothing to the barrage of words that tumbled out. Did I make him uncomfortable? Truly, I don’t know what I’m waiting for, maybe just a grunt for me to know that he heard it all, something to tell me that sharing my thoughts did not scare him or annoy him.

Then I hear him draw a shaky breath, and I think he's definitely annoyed with me when I hear his sweet laugh once more. “Did you just say you had a huge crush on me since high school?” asks Gavin. It takes me a while to compute his question as my brain recovers from the silence so my first instinct is to deny, then ever so slowly it clicks. I slap both my palms to my face as everything I said comes to me, as if I’m rewinding a tape. All I want to do now is crawl into a hole and stay buried in it.

“You know I won’t let you go until I have my answer”, Gavin says with a hint of cheeky authority. My face warms all over thinking about all the times I’ve dreamed of being Gavin Bai, the school’s infamous delinquent’s girlfriend, all the times I’ve passed by his class and saw him sleeping at his desk, just wanting to be next to him and brush the strands of chestnut hair from his eyes; all the times I’ve wished to bravely hold his hands and walk along the corridors.

Eat our lunches together, hang out in the music room as my fingers deftly glide over the keys with him gazing adoringly at me. To spend our evenings in the library as I secretly look over the cover of my Byron copy at him pretending to be interested in studying; and to look into his liquid golden eyes as I inch closer to meet his lips as the wind whips around us at the school balcony.

I’m embarrassed with my naive misstep but I won’t deny him the truth.

“Yes,” I say softly.

I hear Gavin’s breathy laugh, then he says, “So we both had huge crushes on each other…”

Guilt rises up from the pit of my stomach, If only…I begin to think.

“Stop.” Gavin’s strict tone resounds in my ear. “I know what you’re thinking. Yes we lost our time, and went our separate ways, but we’re here now, together. We are right where we need to be. Everyday I wake up grateful knowing that the woman I love now at 28 is the same kind, beautiful and hardworking woman I loved when I was sixteen. Only now I have the privilege of seeing all her sides that make her who she is, and if that meant us not having our time in high school then so be it. I would want to spend my whole life with you, than have our time end at one phase of our lives.”

My heart flutters at his words, the guilt I feel washes away replaced with such giddiness, a big smile forms. I so want to kiss his lips. But I know I can’t, so I send my virtual kisses making sure I smack my lips so loud, he knows how much I appreciate his words—him mostly. We talk until the weight of both our jobs settles into our bodies, then we reluctantly say our goodbyes.

Before he ends the call, he does comfort me, assuring me that he will come back as soon as he can, that he can’t stand the distance as well and that he loves me so much. I tell him to be careful, to take care of himself and that I love him so much. We’re both laughing into the receiver before I end the call and I think, as long as we have the air in our lungs, Gavin and I will always try to make up for lost time once we're together.

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