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sodium-whispers · 10 months

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Hiiiii I really like your work so I wanted to request something

Honestly anyone in team 141 + könig, but especially gaz (I love him he doesn't get enough attention) and könig, having a wet dream about their S/O (the reader) while in bed with them,

thanks, keep up the good work <333

I am so sorry this is so so late, school started and has been kicking my ass😭😭

warnings!! NSFW, cunnilingus, p in v, somnophilia(kinda?), oral(male+female receiving), prone bone, and more.

Gaz

It was one of those nights where it was the perfect temperature for you to lie on top of his breathing body. It was calm and you enjoyed hearing his heartbeat as you fell asleep on his hard chest, feeling his hand on your waist loosely keeping you close to him. Gaz loved feeling your skin under his fingertips, the feel of you always made his heart beat quicker than usual. His dreams were quiet like the night until his it turned into something that had him panting under you as he could basically feel your tight cunt wrapping around him as slowly thrusted into you. "S-Shit, you always feel so good, too good"He whispered even though you could barely hear what he said from how much he was panting. He really has never felt anything as good as you. Gaz's body trembled when he felt your leg wrap around his waist as he desperately reached out to intertwine your fingers while he bent forward to bite onto your skin, making you jolt forward from the pain. He breathed out your name as he threw your other leg around his waist using his hand which sent electricity through your body, this made him get way deeper than he could handle. And that's what you woke up to, the feeling of Gaz's hips grinding up into you, you at least triple checked he was asleep. You could see he was sweating and the small wet patch on his pants from his precum. His breath was ragged and constant, you could tell how much he was enjoying his dream from how hard he was as you felt his slick rub against you. His thrusts were becoming a bit more sloppier that's when he let out a soft groan of your name. Feeling flattered you smirked when you saw Gaz open his eyes, his awake state only setting in a few moments when he groaned. He avoided your sultry gaze, squeezing your waist as he tried to think of an explanation or an excuse as to why his pants were stained with his cum. "You slept well, hun?" You asked trailing a finger down his chest watching him intake a sudden breath. "With you? Always." He answered smugly back, his hands starting to claw at your hips moving you down onto his groin. Gaz sat up taking a long look at you, pulling you in as he put a sweet kiss to your neck "How about we make my dreams come true?" He whispered while his hands started to dip into your pjs while your hands went up to neck to pull him closer.

Price

It was a pleasant feeling having Price back home, in your bed. His rough hands holding onto your waist as you could feel his beard tickling you while he rested his head on your shoulder. Legs mangled together, which created a comforting warmth between the both of you while your dreams held you both in a deep sleep. Price would've never ever thought his dreams would end up like this, even though this dream was what occupied his thought most of the day. His thoughts of having you grinding down on his face while he mumbled incoherent words into your dripping cunt. The feel of your thighs clenching around his head was always such an exhilarating feeling to him and he only wanted to hear more, see more and feel everything. His beard only encouraged your approaching orgasm as it rubbed right against your clit in the most unholy way which only made you squirm and grind down even faster. His uncontrollable groans pushed you over the edge and straight into heaven. "Atta girl,keep going for me"He muttered loud enough into your cunt for you to hear. He could feel himself being overly aroused at the sight of your sweat covered body leaning back and he couldn't help but reach up and grasp your tits only making you more overstimulated than you were already. The sounds gushing from your cunt had both of you in a trance as his hands squeezed your thighs, his tongue speeding up. Price could barely hold back his own release watching how you shook for him. His face and beard was drenched whilst you both spilled sinful sounds. Which also had Price grunting into your neck, his beard against your neck had woken you up as did Price feeling his actual release wet his boxers. For once in his life he was speechless, surprised to get a wet dream at his big age with you in bed "I'll get-"Price started, he'd never been in a situation like this before as he tried to move away or do anything to get out this type of position, yet you stopped him with a hand reaching into his boxers to taste his mess. Brat, he thought as a growl erupted from his throat, pushing you down to smother you with kisses "I think I should have a turn to taste you now, hm?" He whispered, his breath hot on your skin. His smirk only widened watching you eagerly nod.

Soap

Playing with Soap's mohawk has became constant late night thing, especially the fact that he got to lay his head on your chest hearing your heartbeat speed up when he snaked his arms around your waist. You could feel his soft smile while he laid, even if he was asleep he still clung to you and it made your heart flutter. And so was Soap's, his heart was fluttering all because of the current dream he was having. He enjoyed the feeling of your hair between his fingers as he pushed you deeper down onto his aching cock as he gasped every time he watched you swallow him. "Yes,ye know how I like it, always so good for me"He croaked out while his hips jolted up making you gag which only made him groan louder. His gentle hands wiping away your tears had such a contrast to feel of his dick sliding down your throat forcefully. You took it, you'd always take it if it was for him. Watching you hollow out your cheeks for him only made him ram his cock a bit faster. He smeared your drool as he held your face and he loved every second. You could see his thigh twitch from the amount of bliss he was feeling, his eyes softened at the sight of your face and he thought you were the most pretty lass out there, perfect for him. Made for him. Over the sound of you choking on his cock you could make out his whispers of praise for you. Fuck, the way you looked up at him made him moan louder. He thought he'd last atleast a few more moments, do anything to feel your mouth on him for just a little bit longer, but the minute you started to moan on his dick he let out a deep groan pushing your head down to fill your mouth completely as he released. Not only in your mouth, but in his boxers as well as he realised what actually had happened. He was flustered, of course, but the way you looked at him had him feeling something more as he got onto his knees between your legs. The bed slightly creaking as you sucked in a breath looking down. "You see what you do to me, pretty?" He spoke softly reaching in his boxer and he only got harder watching the way you spread your legs for him. Soap knew you both would be late for training tomorrow as he started to push your panties to the side.

Ghost

Every night was comforting, especially when Ghost had started to be more comfortable and open around you. He started to cling to you when you both were under the covers. His big arms around you, keeping you close like he would loose you if he let you go. You didn't mind though he kept you warm even if his stubble scratched you sometimes. Simon had finally fallen into a deep sleep and you've been past out for hours now. Ghost's head had dropped into the cradle of your neck while you stayed peaceful in his embrace. Ghost loved having these moments with you, these quiet and loving moments and as much as he wanted this to go on forever his dreams had other plans. Other plans being Ghost shoving you into the bed on your stomach, feeling the soon-to-be-stained sheets on your skin and the feeling of Ghost growling behind you as he held you down his hands unexpectedly gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair before softly tugging. He had his thighs next to yours as he grabbed the base of his cock and slapped into on your ass as he let out a soft satisficed moan watching how your ass jiggled. He could barely wait seeing how you eagerly looked back over your shoulder, holding onto the sheets in anticipation. He could barely contain himself as his thoughts ran wild seeing your dripping cunt, all ready for him. He bit his lip hearing you whine in anticipation as he finally forced his way in. The way he shivered at the feeling of you told you all you needed to know about how good he was feeling and the way he twitched inside you before he began his alarming pace of pounding into you. His loud and manly moans quickly brought you close and Ghost knew he wouldn't last long hearing the way you moaned out his name into the sheets. His skin slapping against yours was his favorite sight as he went faster and he was so eager to see you shake on his cock while you came for him which only encouraged his pace. His head was thrown back as sweat dripped down his muscular body as he growled at feeling you clenching on him, the repetitive sound of you moaning his name awakened him when he realised he'd been grinding down onto the back of your thigh and you'd been calling his name to wake up. His death grip he had on you softened and quickly reached up to play with your tits. "Simon, did you- um have a-"You started unsure where to begin feeling his raging boner on your thigh. He slowly nodded as he started to impatiently kiss at your neck he smirked watching you moved your head to give him more room. "Mhm, and now I want more, especially after seeing the preview" He joked as you nervously laughed even though you knew, you weren't leaving the bed anytime soon.

König

Having König home meant he was with you 24/7 and that also meant he had his hands on you at all times, even if he was in deep sleep his hands were wrapped around you along with his head on your shoulder. You both had fallen asleep quite quickly, König thought your soft breathing always lulled him to sleep. It helped calm his nerves, it might've calmed him a bit too much as he started to dream of your body and your touch. He loved to get deep inside of you, making sure he rubbed up on your sweet spot in ways that had you tightening more than he could handle. His whimpers were loud in your ear as he pressed your legs more back almost past your head, but he knew your limits. His favourite part of this would be watching your face depict how good you were feeling on his bulging cock, other than that he loved watching your pussy engulf his cock hearing all the sinful sounds which only made him pound faster. "I love seeing the cute faces you make when I'm inside you-"He whispered as he kissed your forehead before resting his forehead against yours as he looked down at his hips slamming against yours. All the overwhelming emotions only brought him closer. You were close and becoming louder and more of a mess which lead to Königs blabbering "Fuck- Liebe. D-don't moan like that, its g-gonna make me-" König whimpered out before you watched him lean back and shove himself as deep as he possibly could which lead to your orgasm flooding in as he reached out for you pulling you in close while he whimpered, which he also did in your ear as you woke up feeling König behind you rutting against your thigh. This wasn't the first time this had happened, König was obviously embarrassed yet he could help but sink his fingers under your panties while he bit into your shoulder making you moan sweetly for him. "I-I'm sorry my Liebe, just let me, please" He pleaded as you nodded, König just needed to feel the real deal especially after hearing the way you moaned his name like that.

I tried to not cry and rip my hair out when I accidently deleted half of my writing but anyway hope you enjoyed !! Thanks so so so much for reading and thanks for all the support means way more than any words on a screen can describe<3

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thebibliosphere · 3 years

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So I'm currently unemployed because I got fired for taking too much sick leave (it was legally sketchy blah blah blah but in the end I just can't work and take care of myself and investigate my mystery health problems at the same time). So I've been spending more time writing!

I really admire your writing and loved Hunger Pangs. I'm looking forward to the poly elements developing and I'm wondering if you have any advice for writing about poly. I've made one of my projects a snarky take on "write what you know" ... Apparently what I know is southern gothic meets Pacific northwest gothic, chronic illness pandemic surrealism, and falling back-asswards into threesomes.

I know this is a very open-ended question and I don't expect an answer, I'm just curious about it if you have the energy. As a writer, trying to write honestly / realistically about polyamory/enm, I'm curious if you have any thoughts on what's different about portraying monogamy or nonmonogamy in books, romance or erotica or otherwise.

I'm trying to read examples but it's hard to find examples that fit the niche I'm looking at. Excuse me if this question is nonsense, it's the cluster headaches.

I'm sorry to hear you've been dealing with all that and solidarity on the cluster headaches. But I'm glad you're finding an outlet through writing! And I hope you're happy with an open-ended ramble in response because oh boy, there's a lot I could talk about and I could probably do a better job of answering this sort of thing with more specific questions, but let's see where we end up.

There's definitely a big difference between writing polyamory/ENM (ethical non-monogamy) and what people often expect from monogamous love stories.

Just even from a purely sales and marketing standpoint, the moment you write anything polyamorous (or even just straight up LGBTQIA+ without the ENM) you're going to get considered closer to being erotica/obscene than hetero romances. It's an unfair bias, but it's one that exists in our society. But also the Amazon algorithm and their shitty, shitty human censors. Especially the ones that work the weekends. (Talking to you, Carlos 🖕.)

So not only do you start out hyper-aware that you're writing something that is highly stigmatized or fetishized (at least I'm hyper-aware) but that you are also writing for a niche market that is starving for positive content because the content that exists is either limited, not what they want, or is problematic in some fashion i.e. highly stigmatized or fetishy. And even then, the wants, desires, and expectations of the community you're writing for are complex and wildly varied and hard to fit into an easy formula.

When writing monogamous love stories, there is a set expectation that’s really hard to fuck up once you know it. X person meets Y. Attraction happens, followed by some sort of minor conflict/resolution. Other plot may happen. A greater catalyst involving personal growth for both parties (hopefully) happens. Follow the equation to its ultimate resolution and achieve Happily Ever After.

But writing ENM is... a lot more difficult, if only because of the pure scope of possibilities. You could try to follow the same equation and shove three (or more) people into it, but it rarely works well. Usually because if you’re doing it right, you won’t have enough room in a single character arc to allow for enough growth, and if ENM requires anything in abundance, it’s room to grow.

And this post is huge so I’m going to put the rest under a cut :)

There's also a common refrain in certain online polyam/ENM circles that triads and throuples are overrepresented in media and they may be right to some extent. Personally, I believe the issue isn't that triads and throuples are overrepresented, but that there is such minuscule positive rep of ethical non-monogamy in general, that the few tiny instances we have of triads in media make it seem like it's "everywhere" when in actuality, it's still quite rare and the media we do have often veers into Unicorn Hunter fetish porn. Which is its own problematic thing. And just to be clear, I’m not including this part to dissuade you from writing "falling back-asswards into threesomes." If anything, I need more of it and would hook it directly into my brain if I could. I'm just throwing it out there into the void in the hope that someone will take the thought and run with it, lol.

I’d love to see more polyfidelitous rep in fiction, just as much as I’d like to see more relationship anarchy too. More diversity in fiction is always good.

Another thing that differs in writing ENM romance vs conventional monogamy is the feeling like you need to justify yourself. There's a lot of pressure to be as healthy and non-problematic as possible because you are being held to a higher standard of criticism. Both from people from without the ENM communities, and from the people within. Granted, some people don't give a shit and just want to read some fantastic porn (valid) but there are those who will cheerfully read Fifty Shades of Bullshit and call it "spicy" and "romantic," then turn around and call the most tooth-rottingly-sweet-fluff about a queer platonic polycule heresy. That's just the way the world works.

(Pro-tip for author life in general: never read your own reviews; that way madness lies. I glimpsed one the other day that tagged Hunger Pangs as “ethical cheating” and just about had an aneurism.)

And while that feeling of needing to justify yourself comes from a valid place of being excluded from the table of socially accepted norms, it can also be to the detriment of both the story and the subject matter at hand. I've seen some authors bend so far over backward to avoid being problematic in their portrayal of ENM, they end up being problematic for entirely different reasons. Usually because they give such a skewed, rose-tinted perspective of how things work, it ends up coming off as well... a bit culty and obnoxious tbh.

“Look how enlightened we are, freed from the trappings of monogamy and jealousy! We’re all so honest and perfect and happy!”

Yeah, uhu, sure Jan. Except here’s the thing, not all jealousy is bad. How you act on it can be, but jealousy itself is an important tool in the junk drawer that is the range of human emotion. It can clue us in to when we’re feeling sad or neglected, which in turn means we should figure out why we’re feeling those things. Sometimes it’s because brains are just like that and anxiety is a thing. Other times it’s because our needs are actually being neglected and we are in an unhealthy situation we need to remedy. You gotta put the work in to figure it out. Which is the same as any style of relationship, whether it’s mono, polyam or whatever flavor of ENM you subscribe to* And sometimes you just gotta be messy, because that’s how humans are. Being afraid to show that mess makes it a dishonest portrayal, and it also robs you of some great cannon fodder for character development.

Which brings me in a roundabout way to my current pet peeve in how certain writers take monogamous ideals and apply them to ENM, sometimes without even realizing it. The “Find the Right Person and Settle Down” trope.

Often, in this case, ENM or polyamory is treated as a phase. Something you mature out of with age or until you meet “The One(tm).” This is, of course, an attempt to follow the mono style formula expected in most romances. And while it might appeal to many readers, it’s uh, actually quite insulting.

To give an example, I am currently seeing this a lot in the Witcher fandom.

Fanon Netflix!Jaskier is everyone's favorite ethical slut until he meets Geralt then woops, wouldn’t you know, he just needed to find The One(tm). Suddenly, all his other sexual and romantic exploits or attractions mean nothing to him. Let's watch as he throws away a core aspect of his personality in favor of a man.

Yeah... that sure showed those societal norms...

If I were being generous, I’d say it’s a poor attempt at showing New Relationship Euphoria and how wrapped up people can become in new relationships. But honestly, it’s monogamous bias eking its way in to validate how special and unique the relationship is. Because sometimes people really can’t think of any other way to show how important and valid a relationship is without defining it in terms of exclusivity. Which is a fundamental misunderstanding of how ENM works for a lot of people and invalidates a lot of loving, serious and long-term relationships.

This is not to say that some polyam/poly-leaning people can't be happy in monogamous relationships! I am! (I consider myself ambiamorous. I'm happy with either monogamy or polyamory, it really just depends on the relationship(s) I’m in.) But I also don't regard my relationship with a mono partner as "settling down" or "growing up." It's just a choice I made to be with a person I love, and it's a valid one. Just like choosing to never close yourself off to multiple relationships is valid. And I wish more people realized that, or rather, I wish the people writing these things knew that :P

Anyway, I think I’ve rambled enough. I hope this collection of incoherent thoughts actually makes some sense and might be useful.

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*A good resource book that doesn't pull any punches in this regard is Polysecure by Jessica Fern. It's a wonderfully insightful read that explores the messier side of consensual non-monogamy, especially with how it can be affected by trauma or inter-relationship conflicts. But it also shows how to take better steps toward healthy, ethical non-monogamy (a far better job than More Than Two**) and conflict resolution, making it a valuable resource both for someone who is a part of this relationship style***, but also for writers on the outside looking in who might have a very simple or misguided idea of what conflict within polyam/ENM relationships might look like, vs traditional monogamous ones.

** The author of More Than Two has been accused of multiple accounts of abuse within the polyamorous community, with many of his coauthors having spoken out about the gaslighting and emotional and psychological damage they experienced while in a relationship with him. A lot of their stories are documented here: https://www.itrippedonthepolystair.com/ (warning: it is not light material and deals with issues of abuse, gaslighting, and a whole other plethora of Yikes.) While some people still find More Than Two helpful reading, there are now, thankfully, much, much better resources out there.

*** Some people consider polyam/ENM to be part of their identity or orientation, while others view it as a relationship style.It largely depends on the individual.

#long post #writing #ethical non-monogamy #relationship styles #relationship models in fiction #also that kindle link is an affiliate link #because fuck giving amazon free recs

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riphinx · 3 years

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hi hi! i love your iwa and kita hcs! (mostly inarizaki boys) ❤️ they're so cute and heart warming i can finally read lots of inarizaki and iwa hcs. oh! i love your writing too :p btw, can i make a request? can you do iwa and kita have a huge crush on their classmate and be so hype up when they get to pair up with their crush in any class project? you can take your time! i'm sorry if its too many hehe. lots of love and support 🥺

REACTION TO BEING PROJECT PARTNERS !

a/n: THANK YOU, that honestly made my day <33 sorry for the very .... long ... wait .. i wasn’t happy with anything i wrote for this, but i think this one is the most acceptable out of all my drafts? i’m so sorry omg, i’m not sure why this was so hard to write..i hope it turned out okay!! 💕

pairing(s): kita, iwaizumi x reader

here’s a similar drabble i wrote for iwaizumi!

you felt KITA’s eyes bore into your back as your teacher began to introduce the last semester project. it was common knowledge that making eye contact during this time confirmed that you would be partners, but you would rather have him actually ask you— so you kept your attention on the board in front of you.

as soon as the bell began to ran, you heard footsteps approach your desk, an awkwardly stiff kita looking down at your desk with lips pressed in a tight line.

“k-kita? what is it?”

and there it was. just by your voice alone, there was what felt like a million butterflies fluttering rampantly through his stomach, enough to almost make him nauseous. your eyes curiously looking up at him wasn’t helping, and god— suddenly your pencil looked cute too.

he looks back at the floor, trying to ignore your stare as he works up the courage to speak. “y/n.”

you nod to let him to continue speaking, and there’s another awkward pause. “do you want to be partners for the upcoming project..?”

he’s looking at his feet with a gentle blush across his cheeks, and it feels like the temperature of the room rose.

“yeah, i’d love to!”

just by hearing your voice again, kita was unable to hide the deepening blush or the growing smile, so he settles for a slight nod while stiffly rubbing the back of his head— already feeling giddy about spending the next few days with you.

IWAIZUMI was confident that this was his last chance to talk to you. ever since oikawa found out about his little crush on you, iwaizumi had to endure oikawa’s teasing. with every passing day, it made him a little more flustered next to you, and a little more violent with his friend.

so, he was standing in front of you, seemingly unable to speak. you were already eyeing him up and down, most likely wondering why he suddenly blocked your path. his fists were clenched tightly, turning a deep shade of crimson as his veins bulge, and he takes a step forward. he takes a peek upward, confused to see a concerned and slightly worried you.

“y-you okay? iwaizumi?”

he takes another step forward to reset his mind as he can hears oikawa’s voice in the distance. now he’s standing directly in front of you, deathly aura practically looming over your form as you nervously laugh. he started to mumble incoherently, and you’re left to wonder if he was putting a curse on you. “iwaizumi, i can’t hear you well.”

he tenses, and repeats it slightly louder than before. “can you....be...partner..”

you were sure that asking him to repeat again would turn the situation into an impossibly more awkward one, so you try to clarify. “you want me to be your partner for the project?”

he gives a stiff nod.

“oh, that’s it? i thought you wanted to have a fight, iwaizumi..”

an obnoxiously loud and familiar laughter echoes through the hallway, and iwaizumi excuses himself— fists clenching once again.

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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A/N: Feeling writers block so I thought I’d throw in headcannons with some of my fave boys that has been sitting in my drafts! If you want me to continue this with more characters, request em!

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Intentionally or Unintentionally CockTeasing The Haikyuu Boys Because They Can’t Have Sex

(Slight NSFW)

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So this is wah gwan/

Background for Understanding:

Your boyfriend was playing volleyball and pulled the groin muscle in his inner thigh. After several x-rays, he would be out a little longer than a month before making a full recovery. But the doctor told him that the boy MUST refrain from ANY and ALL sexual activity if they ever want to play again. The look on his face looked like he had just been told that the world was ending lmao. You snickered and hugged him. Reassuring them that “It’ll be fine, babe.”

But it wouldn’t be.

Because you were a little shit (unintentional or not).

Needless to say, they were having a tough time refraining from any and all sexual activity—

Here’s why:

Wakatoshi

“Y/N. Do you think this is funny?” Asks your boyfriend seriously as he gives you a disapproving look. You’d think he was your school principal by the way he was chastising you.

You feigned innocence as you pouted at him with wide eyes. “What? What am I doing now, Toshiiii?”

He didn’t blink.

“Must you practice your splits for cheerleading right here? In front of me? Wearing a thong? Why not go to the den.”

Suppressing your urge to giggle, you leaned further into your almost-middle splits as you flipped your hair—looking back at him over your shoulder.

“No, I want to be near you, Tosh.”

Your boyfriend scoffed at your response, unimpressed and frankly pissed.

“I do not want you near me doing that. Go. Now.”

You smile because as your giant serious boyfriend spoke he stared intently at your ass only. You could see the tent forming in his jeans as he watched you stretch.

“You’ll have much more space to do this in the den.” He added.

“Oh? You want me to go to the den because I’ll have more space, love? Or could it be because you want to help me stretch out elsewhere—maybe the inside of my pussy—but the doctor said you can’t?”

Toshi’s mouth fell open at your insinuation. Annoyed and undeniably horny, he makes himself shut his mouth again. You reached your hands forward in the stretch to give your man a better visual of your ass and you could hear him groan from behind you.

Ushijima made a move to take you upstairs before remembering the doctors orders and stopping. He reminded himself why he cared so much about that sport that was standing in his way from fucking his girlfriend to oblivion and tried to calm his anger at you for teasing him.

“I’ll go, then.” He stated angrily. “I’m going to Tendou’s. Tell me when you’re done stretching, and I’ll be back.”

You waved at your boyfriend happily as he left because he looked funny marching out with a huge boner sticking out from his front.

“Okay, baby! I will!”

Hinata

“Whoaa....” Murmured Shōyo as he watched you with wide eyes. For the past three minutes he has had his eyes glued to you while you devoured the ice cream cone he had just gotten you two from your fridge.

You used your tongue to lick all around the vanilla treat. Swirling your tongue up, down, and around, sometimes making a slurpy sound that sounded quite familiar to the boy who missed your blow jobs so much.

Mans sat there watching your tongue like he was in a trance, his eyes flicking from your mouth to his attention-starved dick then back to your mouth.

When the ice cream shrunk enough to be swallowed like your boyfriends cock, you enclosed your lips around it suggestively and met your boyfriends pleading eyes as you did it.

You finished the rest of your frozen treat happily, knowing you just made your boyfriend incoherent with lust.

“Mmmm......it’s so sticky........and tastes so good....” you sigh in delight as you lick your fingers of the white creamy sweetness.

“Shōyo? You haven’t even touched your ice cream. And it’s dripping all over your hand!”

After calling his name twice more Hinata snapped out of his trance, he looked over at his dripping strawberry ice cream cone that he’d forgotten he even had as soon as he heard your first slurp.

“Oh, Y/N. Here, please, take mine too!” He shoved his ice cream in your direction and you slowly take it from your oddly acting boyfriend.

“You want me to..... have your ice cream?”

Hinata nodded enthusiastically before he quickly wiped his hands clean with a paper towel. He leaned his head on his knuckles as he got comfortable, preparing himself to watch you swirl your tongue around ice cream again like this was his favourite Marvel movie!

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says with bright, eager eyes.

Actual footage of your boyfriend Shōyo:

“Go.”

Aran

“Babe. You had to pick this movie on your choice of movie night?” Your boyfriend wiped his face as a show of stress. He begrudgily stared at his screen and then looked down at you through the slits of his eyes.

Pressed to his side on the couch, you smiled up at him innocently.

“365 Days? What’s wrong with it? I think it’s interesting so far. Plus, Atsumu suggested it to me. He told me to play it on our next movie night!”

Aran clenched his fists under the blanket at your words, secretly promising himself to tell his best friend’s new girlfriend how many girls Atsumu has really been with before her the next time Aran went over there.

LMFAOOOOO

“Oh he did, did he? Atsumu. That angel.....” He grimaced. “Was this before or after you told him about the doctors orders when he was worried?” Aran asked between clenched teeth.

“Uhhh.....after, I’m pretty sure. But, Aran, shhhhhhh! It’s getting to a good part!” Aran watched your beautiful eyes light up as the two characters in the movie started fucking on the yacht like animals.

“Ouuu, baby. We should try that position tonight!” You quip, pointing at the screen then taking a sip of your coke.

Aran cursed his stupid friend. “I—“

“Oh right, sorry! I forgot you can’t, poo. But as soon as you are cured, can we try that?!”

Your boyfriend stared you down in mental agony as he pictured pistoning his dick in you mirroring the position on screen—only right now on this couch. His dick jumped.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “When I’m cured.”

“How long again?” You asked as you grabbed the remote to turn up the sound volume during another hot sex scene.

“Too damn long.” He rolled his eyes as he looked back at the porn-disguised-as a-romantic-movie on screen too.

Yams

“Auuuuuuhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssss. F-f-f-feels soooooooo g-o-o-o-d-d-d-d, Tadashi.....”

With a violent blush, your boyfriend gave the Furniture store worker a thumbs up.

“I umm.... guess she likes it.” Tadashi reasoned, putting his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed your shoulder silently trying to tell you to quiet down in the store.

Sitting in the turbo massage chair, you moaned some more, letting your boyfriend and the worker know how much you liked how it felt. Tadashi’s ears perked up at every sigh and moan you made. He couldn’t rid his mind of memories of you moaning just like that when you’re on top of him and he has a vibrator pressed to your clit. It was clouding his thoughts. He bit his lip as he zoned out thinking about the fun you two could have on this chair at home with a vibrator. Only a month longer from this stupid injury and you’d be extra sensitive on his dick with the help of this chair....

“—and the parts will be sold separately. Should I ring you up, sir?”

Tadashi was startled when his girlfriend slapped him blindly on the chest to get his attention back to the sales associate.

What is wrong with him? You thought as you felt your lower back getting kneaded. The man is standing right in front of him and he’s zoning out? Get it together, Space Cadet Yams.

“Huh?! Excuse me?! Sorry, what?” Tadashi rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, I was distracted. Can you repeat that?!” He apologized.

The sales associate smiled kindly.

“Sure thing Mr. Tadashi.....so, I was just explaining that the massage chair is the best of its generation. If you look right here on the remote I have— it has 8 brilliant speeds and intensity adjustments. Your girlfriend is on 2 right now which means that if I increase it to, let’s say, 5 ...”

As the associate spoke, Yams was pulled from paying attention to him as you moaned louder when the level setting increased. “O-o-oh my G-g-god.....Dashi y-y-y-es.”

Picturing you saying this while you were grinding on his cunt-buried dick, Yams knew he was on the verge of defying his doctors orders and just fucking you in the car....

The massage chair dug into your tense shoulders yes LORD—

“Oh b-b-baby. T-th-thats-s th-the sp-p-p-o-t-t..”

As a last ditch effort to save his volleyball career, Yams rudely snatched the remote from the employee’s hands, scattering to hide his new erection behind the massage chair.

He clicked a button on the remote to turn the massage chair off fully while blushing at the employees shocked expression due to being interrupted and basically assaulted.

“Um, sorry! We’ll take it!” Yams freaked out apologetically.

“😱 Yamaguchi!” You scolded your boyfriend’s sudden rudeness. “That was so impolit—“ turning in the chair to see your boyfriends dark blush that you recognized to be his horny face, you stopped. It only took one look at him for you to understand exactly why he just acted completely out of character and rude. It reminded you that you have been on this sex strike with him for far too long, ugh.

You stood up from the chair, calling the confused associates attention away from your horny boyfriend. “Um.... I can sign the paper work. Want to bring me to the cash?” You asked him professionally.

The salesman blinked at Yams before looking down at you. “Uh, of-of course ma’am. Follow me.”

As you two walked away Yams’ top half collapsed on the head rest of the chair. He tried to will his hard member to soften but with the massage chair currently under his skin and so close to him, he couldn’t get your vibrated moans out of his head.

He decided that a stroll through the store’s bathroom section might help.

Ya, that would definitely help.

Akaashi

“I know what you’re doing.” Your boyfriend deadpanned as you showed up late to dinner wearing an extremely low cut dress in the chest area. Your breasts could stop traffic in that and you had only just taken off your trench coat after you and Akaashi sat down so he and the female server were basically the only ones who got an eyeful the entire night.

“I like this dress, Kashi. Don’t you? Can you pass me the salad, please?”

Challenging you with his eyes and trying his best not to look down at your remarkable chest, Akaashi reached over to share you some Mediterranean salad onto your plate like a gentleman.

“Say when.” He insisted.

You smiled and leaned forward to peer at his serving so that your boobs were pressed to the forearm he held the bowl with. Akaashi’s breath hitched. After sharing way more than you could eat, you leaned in close to his ear and whispered

“When.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes flickered down to your boobs before he adjusted himself to relieve the tightening in his pants.

“So, how is your injury, babe?” You ask sweetly, taking a bite of the salad and smiling at him.

“It’s fine. As long as I get to play again it’s manageable, but I believe—“

“Crap.” You pretended to be just as uncomfortable as your boyfriend sitting with a boner as you clutched the bottom of your boobs. You pressed them upward, re-situating them with purpose. Akaashi stared at your breasts openly as he took a shaky deep breath.

“What’s the matter?” He asked hungrily, calling back his composure.

“Oh, my bra wire is just bugging me. Boys wouldn’t understand......” You fixed them some more.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N.” Akaashi licked his lips and watched you basically fondle your soft breasts in front of him. It made his mouth water, but he tried not to show it.

“Hm. You’re the smartest person I know, so I reckon you do know what I’m doing....” You quirked an eyebrow as you removed your hands from your girls and took a gentle sip of your water.

“—Is it working?” You winked at him like a trained seductress-assassinator in a major motion picture.

Akaashi leaned back in his seat, he undressed you with his eyes; also like a trained seductress-assasinator in a major motion picture.

You shivered under the insanely beautiful man’s intensive gaze, closing your thighs to relieve the tension you suddenly felt in your private area since he made you beyond horny with that look.

“It’s working. Yes.” The side of Keiji’s lip quirked up in a half grin. “But I’m fairly certain you don’t know that the doctor called 3 days ago and told me that I am recovering exceptionally fast. He gave me the green light for physical activity again. Sexual: physical activity. I double checked.”

The blood drained from your face as you felt a wave of upcoming pleasure wash through you. You had been waiting 23 days without sex and in a flash you regrettably remembered just how much of your teasing over that period your gorgeous boyfriend had to endure. How much he had to pay you back for.

Akaashi smirked ever so sexily at your shocked reaction. Good, he thought to himself. So you knew what was in store for you tonight.

You stared at him like 👁👄👁

“Waiter.” Your hubby called over your head in his attractive voice with an elegant lift of his glass. He dropped his eyes to look back at you with a panty-dropping stare. As you shivered again, Akaashi proclaimed the weighted words that would inaugurate a long night of screams, kisses, and earth shattering orgasms:

“Cheque please.”

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marigold-doms · 3 years

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mystic destiny || choi san ||

[ ep. 2 ] >> [ ep. 3 ] >> [ ep. 4 ]

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Written by: MIKA🌻

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: just cocky Yeosang

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|| Ep. 3 || Doll

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Sadly, you find yourself being honest. Slowly shaking your tired head. “You can’t be my boyfriend, San.”

“Why?” His voice was softer than a whisper.

Your eyes close and you can’t open them any longer. “I have no choice but to be with someone I don’t know.”

“Be with me.” He innocently offers. “You know me.”

You manage a weak smile with your eyes closed. “If only it were that simple.”

Before you hear anything else, you slip from consciousness. Falling fast asleep for almost the whole day.

***************************

The warmth of the sun’s beams welcome you from your slumber as they seep in through your blinds. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve slept, since your body aches to cuddle deeper into the comforter. From the position you were laying in, it was so tempting to close your eyes and rest for longer. After all, sleep sort of became your new best friend over the past few months.

Slowly but surely, you begin to recall the day before, taking your time to fully wake yourself up. Remembering everything takes a while but when you do, you shoot up and scan your room. On your bed you see two pearls. One large marble sized pearl and a tiny miniature version.

You pick up the two pearls and drop them into a mason jar of some coins and missing earring sets.

“San?”

There’s a moment of silence before you hear heavy feet slapping the floor. “(Y/n),” You liked hearing how he said your name. “Sleepy one said that you need to eat. It’s almost sunset.”

You nod. Not sure if he’s been awake long. “Did you sleep okay?”

He pulls you by your sweatshirt. “Brush your teeth. Humans have to brush their teeth. Especially you.”

You narrow your eyes at him, glancing into the hallway. Knowing that the last part was Mace’s manipulation.

You start brushing your teeth, still a little groggy. “Did you brush your teeth?”

San nods, proudly. “Yes. I brushed my teeth.”

You pause, wrist stopping as well. You try not to swallow toothpaste when you ask. “With what?”

“You’re holding it.”

********************

Macy’s on the phone with her boyfriend when you come out to eat after yelling at San for using your toothbrush.

“Okay, Woo.” Macy sets down her plate, making sure to flash you a smile when she sees your tired face. “Bye.”

“Good morning.” You wave, gingerly.

“It’s almost dinner time…” Macy mutes herself to speak to you.

“Oh. Guess, I was tired.”

The call ends and she pulls up a chair. “Sit. We have to talk before I go on my date.”

You hated when she used this tone of voice with you. “Am I in trouble?”

San has settled in his seat and he starts bringing food up to his lips. Curiously chewing and smiling when the flavor suits his taste.

“No, but I feel like house rules are a must…”

You remember what you told Macy last night. Of course, it wasn't the full truth. You told her you had a near death experience— and that San saved you.

“I’m not sure how long you’re planning on keeping him here with us y/n but I hope you know that I can’t be responsible for him.”

San’s eyes flit up at the two of you before he smiles and continues eating.

You nod. “Yes, He’ll sleep in my room for as long as he stays.”

Macy lifts a knowing brow. Nothing motherly but in a sense that you could read her thoughts. “Remember, You already have a man.”

Again, you’re aware of your situation. You’ve gotten over the shock of coming back to life. You had to face the reality again. Macy was gracious enough to open up her condo to you in order to at least give you some freedoms. Granted she could only do so much as your cousin, her allowing you to live under the same roof was a blessing and an escape. But to add another head into the living arrangement might be pushing it.

“As if I can change anything. I owe San. He did save my life.”

Your savior chews with his mouth open. “Would’ve been unfortunate if I didn’t...”

Mace’s face was almost comical because of the way her eyebrows knit into confusion. You regret not giving her all the details but maybe it was better to spare her.

“Okay well, Woo is waiting for me downstairs so I’ll be back.” She goes into her room to grab something then comes back out. “I might be back…”

After waving a quick bye to your cousin, she shuts the door behind her. Which leaves you and San alone in the condo. He sits across from you, still wearing Wooyoung’s clothing. The sleeves are nice and snug against his toned arms. He shovels a big bit into his mouth before relishing in the taste. “I forgot how good human food was. Do you always eat food like this?”

You don’t reply. Out of habit, your mind begins to queue a playlist of things to overthink. Mind heavy with complaints and sufferings of your pitiful, privileged life. When Macy wasn’t around it was harder to avoid these thoughts. Sure, growing up financially wealthy came with perks that could get you brownie points with anyone you decided to associate with. But it hurt to grow up with people and parents that only gave a damn about social status and political wealth.

Your life wasn’t even yours to simply choose and move freely in anyway. Despite being a grown woman, that stupid contract with the prime minister’s family, chained you down to give you no choice but to obey. The amount of shame that your family would burden you with if you didn’t would be insurmountable.

“Y/n?” San’s voice brings you back out of your head.

“Yes, San?” You find yourself blushing when he smiles at you for making eye contact with him.

“I’ve been wondering,” He presses his lips together before finishing his sentence. “What can I do to make you happy today?”

“Huh?”

“I look at you and I feel happy. I know it’s because meeting you made me human again but,” San’s unending transparency is a breath of fresh air to you. “You don’t smile often. I want to make you smile.”

To smile? Being Happy? Was that something you could even ask for?

The Following Day

“I can’t believe it…” You paced the doctor’s office. “You’re saying I don’t have it?”

“That’s what the results are telling us, Miss y/l/n… Of course, We could run more tests just to be sure. There’s just no trace of cancer anywhere. Miraculous is the only way I can describe it.”

On the way out of the hospital you weren’t sure if you wanted to cry or scream for joy. Your feelings were already conflicted considering you still thought that it was almost unfair for you to be alive. With San here, you’re undeniably doubting that you are the best person to help him relive a human life either.

One problem starts stumbling into the next when you arrive home.

“Y/n! A random human man is intruding!” San runs into you in the hallway and his look of panic forces you to push past him to see what’s wrong.

You stop at the door. San is still moving around behind you and making incoherent sounds at the man standing in the living room of your apartment.

“What are you doing here?”

The man stares at you bewildered. “What’s another man doing here?”

“Y/n instructed me to guard the condo!” San turns to you after pointing at the man. “I got a strange feeling in my stomach, y/n. Tell him to leave.”

You sigh, choosing to ignore San’s disposition. “Is today the day?”

“You know him?” San questions. Earning a small nod from you.

“You forgot?” The man questions, flicking his light hair from his eyes. “I was going to bail but considering my business is on the line because of this marriage agreement, I had no choice.”

This day couldn’t possibly get any more inconvenient.

“You couldn’t find another smart excuse?”

“Unfortunately,” He smiles at you with a glare in his eyes— you never understood how he did that. His eyes flicker to San before he continues speaking. “I couldn’t keep myself away from you any longer.”

[ Y e o s a n g ‘ s P . O . V . ]

How was this possible?

I thought I got rid of him?

He died in the lake, didn’t he?

This man in front of him couldn’t possibly be him. But judging by his tone of voice and the fact that he looks exactly the same as he remembered him… It was San. Clueless and unaware undoubtedly. But it was San.

How dare he survive after all these years.

Yeosang had made a deal with that stupid god holding a silver stop watch.

To become immortal until he found his lover again. He was sure that it was her. Y/n looked exactly like her. Smelled like her and even spoke like her. He made it sure that when she was old enough to talk that he’d make her his. She had to be his lover.

Seeing San alive and staying in the same place with her. Anger began to flood his veins, his blood simmering to a boil.

He was going to make sure that San stood no chance against him. Emotionally and physically. Even if it meant that he was going to have to make another deal.

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In the heavens, the God of Light is watching with a blank expression on his face as the God of Shadows smiles and laughs at the interaction of the meta-humans below.

“Isn’t it marvelous?” Hongjoong humors, fanning himself lightly. “They finally met.”

“Let’s see how it goes. I have a good feeling about this.”

“I don’t.” Yunho bites his nails, a bad habit he’s received from spending so much time in the human world.

“Why do you keep weaseling your way into the conservatory?” The God of the Shadows doesn’t even bear to look at his half brother.

“Brother.” The God of Light warns, clicking his stopwatch shut. He turns to the hybrid. “Son of Jeong Mina—“

“Yunho.”

“—Go down to earth. Your lover is waiting for you.”

“Pardon?” One and a half gods exclaim in unison.

**************

“What’s happening?” Wooyoung smiles at his princess as she finishes the conversation on the phone with y/n.

Macy sighs, frowning as she hangs up. “She’s going on a date with the Prime Minister's son.”

Wooyoung mirrors his girlfriend’s expression. “Maybe we should help her out this time.”

“We can't. They’ll be at the big engagement ball.”

“I can get us in. I am a famous dancer after all.” Wooyoung winks.

“Yeah, that’s why we’re here hiding in your apartment because of your insane fans.”

Off put by the facts, Wooyoung pouts and cocks his head to the side. “What about that guy she met? The one at the condo. What’s he gonna do tonight?”

Mace’s eyes flash with an idea. “Grab your suit. We’re going.”

**************

You smooth out the dress that Yeosang’s maids laid out for you to wear. In any sense you were bound to hate what they picked. And you did. Around the room you see that it’s decorated with elegance and luxury.

“This will be your room once you move in. By the looks of it, you’ll be enjoying life with me in about a month.”

You began to tear up. Cancer should’ve saved you. You would’ve been set free. Your tears turn into harsh sobs while your shoulders shiver from the cold emotion waving over you. Everything in this cursed life has been torturous. Having no choice but to grin and bear it all. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to learn to love this man. He was older than you by at least 5 years— you didn’t have the time of day to really care. He barely knew you and you swore he acted like he’s known you for your entire life.

The 3 timid knocks on the door fool you to think it’s just one of Yeosang’s maids asking for permission to enter. Yet when the door opens, you have no time to wipe the stream of tears ruining the makeup on your face.

“Oh y/n.” The most concern you’ve ever seen on the man's face puts you off but you allow him to approach you. Turning your body away from him. “Why are you crying, Doll?”

Doll?

“Just give me a minute. This is a lot to take in.” You try to mask your emotions by making a shallow excuse. Placing your hand down on the wooden chest that you were sitting on.

Yeosang places his hands in his sharp suited pockets while he buffers to assess the situation. He places his body in front of you in efforts to close off space.

“A change in lifestyle can be scary. Trust me,” He places a gentle hand on the back of your exposed shoulder blade. “I completely understand how intimidating change can be.”

I just barely escaped life by dying and now I’m back to life with no way out. In addition to that, there’s another person’s lifestyle I have to worry about. So, I bet you don’t.

Maybe he reads your face well because you hear him sigh. “Believe it or not. I had to take a while to get used to living life in a new, scary way. After a while, I saw the beauty in it.”

“What makes you think I’ll find the beauty in being signed off to you?”

He tries to conceal the smirk that he’s already flashed you. “From-” His eyes find a place to the left of you. “...the way you would look so pretty standing next to me.”

Your head turns to where his eyes guide you. The huge gold lined mirror mounted on the wall reflected Yeosang standing tall next to you. You gaze at yourself, knowing that your outer appearance masked the horrible storm that was brewing internally. Yeosang’s deep colored orbs meet yours through the reflection. He looks so refined and elegantly poised that your bad posture was starting to embarrass you.

“You don’t think so, Doll?”

“Delusional, really. If you notice, I’m not exactly jumping into your arms in excitement. Also,” You then turn away from the reflection to face him. “Stop calling me that.”

Humor returns to his face and he lifts one side of his lips. “I don’t wanna.”

You find yourself sighing and standing up straight. “What time does this event start?”

“As soon as you and I walk down the hall and into the ballroom.”

“Can’t I just stay in here?”

“I mean, we can. I’ll just have to let everyone know that you and I will be up here the whole night. Alone.” He watches your reaction with amusement as you smooth your dress and use the back of your hand to tidy up your face.

“Lets go.”

Yeosang smiles to himself, gesturing to the dark wood door. “After you, Doll.”

You make a face and walk past him. Hoping that holding onto his arm will pull you through the rest of the night.

***********

“Pleasure to see you and your beautiful wife again Mr. y/l/n.” Yeosang takes your father’s hand into his and firmly shakes it. Your mother beams at Yeosang with sparkles in her eyes. She feels absolutely excited for her daughter to be thrown into the arms of a total stranger—“a rich one” she’d add, for moral purposes.

“Please, child. Call me mom.” The airiness in your mom’s poised voice forces you to bite the inside of your cheek. Yeosang handsomely returns a smile and you can see the blood rush to your mothers face.

As much as the pleasantries were being passed around, you hated being the center of it all. It seemed that you were the focus of all the talk but no one wanted to to consider how you felt about practically being signed off to a rich family. By the sound of all the rumors, Yeosang’s family was the most feared and influential family in the whole country. It was no surprise to the world when they suddenly revealed Yeosang as their eldest.

“You better straighten up, y/n. The whole world is watching and I will not have a child that cracks under pressure. Do not embarrass me after all the work your father and I put into your future.” It’s as if your mother switched off her grace and poise to the mask words she’s whispering into your ear by giving you a hug.

You don’t say a word but for the cameras you bring your arms up to embrace her. If you haven’t already learned by now it was second nature for you to naturally know how to keep a consistent public image. A grateful daughter of one of the most successful business companies in the capital.

Your father follows and you can’t help the swell of pain that sinks into your heart when he meets your eyes. He’s been wearing a tired expression for as long as you remember. In the past, although he was stressed from his line of work, he used to look at you with so much care and hope. Now, it’s hard to search for the compassion he used to have for you. Maybe if he wasn’t so desperate to please your mother, he’d remember his role as your father.

Your body becomes heavy. Now the idea of holding onto Yeosang for the rest of the night seemed like a nice support right about now.

Your silent prayers are answered when Yeosang offers you his arm again. “As much as I’d love to chat more with my future parents. Y/n and I should make our rounds. ” Even though Yeosang was a huge part of your problems, maybe in this moment you were happy that he had enough sense to pull you away from the disappointment that you’ve felt with your once loving parents.

A couple of hours into this dreaded engagement party, you’ve been through so many introductions that you’re sure you’ve met the entire population of the white collar heads of the family.

Yeosang senses your exhaustion. “Should be another 2 hours.”

“Oh gods help me.” You sigh, biting your lip.

“I’ll be doing some separate greetings so I hope you can manage from here, Doll.”

“I don’t need to be babysat. Go do your business things.” Your arms slips from his firm bicep and you take a step away. Choosing to sit in the back where you hopefully go unnoticed by all the big name companies.

“Just two more hours.”

Yes. Just two more.

**** **************

“May the newly engaged couple come forward and have their first drink together. Our capital’s betrothed.”

Such a Victorian tone to use in a setting so modern and classy. You gather the fabric around your finger tips and gaze at Yeosang with indifference. His deep colored eyes seem to search for something of substance with yours. The most you could give back to him was a timid curl of your lip. In a place so unfamiliar and rigid, Yeosang was your only form of stability.

“Let’s see a sweet kiss from the soon to be couple!” A random voice shouts towards the front of the room.

Yeosang plays the role of bashfulness with confidence. Yet, you’re completely uncomfortable with having to show any type of affection—much less physical touch with this man.

A shiver runs down your spine but not from Yeosang.

A voice echoes in your head and you’re sure that you know who it is but, how?

“Y/n, You don’t have to be with him.”

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blubberingmess · 4 years

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[Crazy]

Pairings: dark!Bucky x dark!reader

Summary: they say that when a person is in love, they would do anything for the person they're in love with. They're not wrong.

Warnings: mention of death, crazy couple, implied smut.

Note: I'm still a bit hazy and tired from the medicines so excuse my writing~

You sneered, stalking closer to the unconscious woman on the couch with a wine glass filled with water in your hand and a gun in the other. Her face makes your blood boil, wanting to just aim your gun and shoot her straight in the face but then she won't feel it - that's not fun.

Why are you so angry to this poor woman? She's no poor woman, she's a slut; going around and feeling up your man! No one does that-- no one does that and make it out alive.

Getting impatient, you dump the water onto her head before smashing it on her as well. She jolts up from her slumber, sputtering curses and incoherent words, only stopping when she finally noticed you standing in front of her with a dark aura around you.

"Good evening," you greeted monotonously. She looked up at you with wide eyes and started to shake as soon as she saw the gun in your hand.

"What are you doing? Please don't hurt me."

You rolled your eyes. "Chill, I ain't gonna do anything yet. I just want to talk to you for a second and I'll be on my way."

She gulped, already feeling the blood losing from her face as tears began to fall down pathetically. Yet? So that mean you are going to kill her?

You took her silence as a sign to continue, twirling the gun in your hand. "Why'd you kiss my man?"

"Y-your man?" She was taken aback by the question, genuinely confused as she continue, "You mean Bucky?"

You blink at her. "Yes."

Guilt flashed behind her eyes as she realized her mistake. "I-I'm sorry, I thought he's s-single. Well, that's what he told me at the p-party."

You blink again, before looking down on the wooden floor. "He did didn't he?" You whispered mostly to yourself.

Of course he would, he is single. But if he wants a relationship why'd he never came for you? You two are close and are friends, he could just ask and you'll throw yourself at him without a second thought. You're so in love with him you'll do anything, isn't that obvious?

Giving the woman in front of you a once over, your frown deepened. Is it because you're not pretty enough? That thought made your little dark heart crack inside your chest, feeling yourself deflate.

"Yes, yes he did. So please, don't hurt me."

You snapped out from your self degrading thoughts and glanced at the woman who is now has her hands clasped together as she plead for mercy. No ounce of pity can be seen on your face nor feel in your heart as you stare down at her. Deciding to end your fun early for the day, you slipped the gun back to its holster and grab your coat from the small couch behind you.

"I won't kill you." A pause. "But a friend of mine will." With that you made your way to the front door, ignoring the panic look in her eyes.

"What do you mean?!"

You're sick in the head and you know it, some people might get a hint or two but you don't care as long as they shut their mouths. You'll only care if it's Bucky, if he find out about little adventures in the dark and how unstable you really are.

You'd be heartbroken if he did, surely he won't look at you the same if he did.

You've lost your sense of morality and empathy for others the moment you saw him killed that man in front of you as the winter soldier. The look in his eyes that night still sents shivers down your spine and warmth in your core. You're too far gone that no one else matters other than him, not even those poor innocent lives.

As soon as you hopped on your bike, a loud explosion and a shrilling scream emits from within the house you were in just a few moments ago.

You smirk to yourself as your bike roars to life before driving away from the quiet neighborhood, feeling proud of yourself for not getting your hands dirty this time.

▪

You walked back inside the tower with a gloomy look on your face, still can't get over the fact that Bucky can't see you like the way you saw him - someone precious.

Sometimes, you just really need to take matters into your own hands. So you've made up your mind and started to think of a plan on how to tell him your feelings, and to make him accept that he's actually in love with you all this time; show him what he really feels. And you won't take 'no' for an answer.

The tower is conveniently empty considering most of the team are on the two week long mission just after the party. It'll be great. It'll be a dream come true.

"Morning, doll. Where were you?" A familiar voice asked and immediately, the gloom look you carry morphs into a giddy grin as your heart starts to beat fast against your chest.

In the kitchen stood Bucky, a cup of tea in his hand and a sandwich in the other while he stare at you with an odd look on his face.

He's not wearing anything but a pair of sweatpants. You gulped, realizing that it's the same dark gray sweatpants you've buried your nose into two days ago, rubbing it between your thighs until you've come undone imagining it was him instead, before sneaking back inside his room to put it back inside his drawer.

You shake your head and lifted up your hand, showing him the brown paper bag with the logo of your favorite bakery shop. "Just hang out with a friend."

His eyebrows furrowed. "A friend? That Josh guy again?" Before taking a bite of his sandwich and settling the cup on the counter next to him.

You grimace at the mention of the guy's name, placing the paper bag on the counter as well. "Josh was not my friend and he died a month ago remember? Got in a car crash just after our high school reunion the same night."

You don't really care about the guy, he'd broken hearts more than he can count - which is less than thirteen from what you recalled.

Bucky nodded his head in understatement, a neutral look on his face. "I remember, the guy's a douche, he deserved much worse."

To most people it'll probably real scary to hear such things coming out from a hero's mouth, but it made you feel the opposite. It made you look at him like he hung the moon. You bit your lip to prevent the smile from showing and coughed in you fist, pointing at the tea next to him.

"Gonna drink that?" Oh god, I hope you did.

Bucky raises an eyebrow and look at the small cup, seems to be contemplating about something as he stares at it for a good few seconds before his eyes lits up. "Want me to add some honey? It'll taste better."

You shrugged your shoulders, acting nonchantly but in the inside, you're freaking fangirling. "Sure."

Sitting yourself on top of the counter, you started to quietly hum to yourself while you let your head floats somewhere else. Did anyone found the body yet? You're kind of disappointed you're not there when it happened, must be fun killing the woman yourself instead of a small bomb.

"Here you go, darling." Your heart just skips a beat right there, feeling your whole body jolt in happiness. After Bucky gave you the cup, he silently watched you took a sip, a small dark smile playing on his lips but you're too busy thinking about the weird aftertaste of the tea to notice it.

"You sure it's honey? It taste... kinda off." You started to feel yourself getting drowsy, glaring at the half filled cup in your hands. A sudden pain was felt in your chest accidentally letting the cup go. It falsl down to the tiled floor, shattering it to pieces.

"(Y/n), are you okay?" Bucky asked with no hint of concern in his voice whatsoever, the smirk evident on his lips. He just stands there, his arms crossed over his chest as he casually leaned his hips on the counter.

You looked at him with wide eyes. "Y-You--"

Bucky cuts you off with a nonchalant shrug, giving you a boyish grin. "Saw an opportunity; had to take it."

Before you could utter anything else, your eyes rolled at the back of your head as you fall onto your back on top of the counter; unconscious.

He won't deny it, you look so good sprawled on the counter like this. Bucky sigh in disappointment, only if you're conscious and willing, he would've fuck you on the counter-- or any surface really--, show you how much he loves you; how much he cares.

But he know you don't feel the same way after observing you this past week, you've been out and about every early morning and sometimes on ungodly hour at night.

"If only you feel the same way, I wouldn't have to do this."

▪

You woke up with a pained groan, your wrist are tied up to the arms of the chair. Your head is still pounding but thankfully, the chest pain had subsided. Then you remembered Bucky, the tea, heart dropping at the memory.

"You're finally awake, I was started to get worried." You heard the voice of Bucky from somewhere in the dark room, eyes flittering around to find the source of the voice, but no avail.

"Bucky? What's going on?" You asked, a bit scared but also a small bit of hope blooming in your chest.

"I did what I had to do." Bucky watched you squirm from where he sat on a small couch in front of you, eyes going up and down your body before it focuses on your eyes.

"W-What?" You stutter out.

Here goes nothing, Bucky thought to himself, sighing. "(Y/n), you're the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life. The moment I saw you after killing that old man on the rooftop as the winter soldier, I just knew I had to make you mine."

You pull your lips into a tight line as you silently listened.

"but I know you don't feel the same way so I decided to take you by force; drugged you while you're to busy thinking about some other men," he practically growls out, falling his metal fist on his lap. He heard you gasped and felt his heart clench, thinking that you're disgusted but he chose to continue, this time more possessive and controlling.

"You're mine, (Y/n), you hear me? You're fucking mine and no one else's. I don't care if you don't want me; I want you." He stands up, stalking towards your frozen body.

He huffed. "Don't try escaping or call the police, it's not use, we're far off from the nearest civilization and there's little to no signal in this area. You can't run away from me, doll. I will follow you wherever you will go. I will find you and I will never ever let you go."

Tears started to roll down your face, looking up at him with a small pout on your lips and your face flushed. "Really?"

With a cute face like that-- "Yes. There's no escaping me, doll."

"I'm so happy," you sob. Your heart is bursting at the seams at his declaration, wanting to just get pull from the restraints and hug him tightly.

Bucky took a double take, stopping in his tracks. Truth to be told, he expected you to scream bloody murder - feel afraid, although he doesn't like that one bit, it's the most... appropriate thing to feel at this moment even for him.

"What?" He clap his hands together two times and the lights suddenly turns on, blinding you for a second before resume on crying in happiness.

"I-- you were -- Bucky!" You started to hiccup, blubbering out incoherent words.

Bucky started to panic, running over towards you and gently cupping your cheeks with his large palms. "Hey-hey, baby, shh. I'm here, don't cry. What's wrong?"

Worry flashing in his eyes as he tugs on the restraints, it's not even that tight in the first place but he can't just untie you. You could attack him any moment, he needs to know if he could trust you first - but oh how he aches to tear the ropes away and cuddle you close until you calm down.

You started to calm down, leaning in to his touch. "Y-You love me?" You asked, sounding so hopeful and soft.

He cooed, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "Oh honey, of course I do. I wouldn't do all this if I don't."

It's true, he wouldn't have bought a house in the middle of a forest if he didn't love you and want you all by himself. He wouldn't have killed Josh and the two others if he didn't. He wouldn't have been thinking about you 24/7, planning -- daydreaming-- on showing you how much you meant to him. He wouldn't have put the chip in your arm to know where you are and what are you doing. It's all for love.

"I love you too."

Wait-- "What?" He asked, dumbfounded before burrowing his eyebrows. He knows how you're good at acting, he saw how you manipulated the enemy agents that one mission, for all he know you're doing it to him right now. "I don't like being lied to, (Y/n)."

You widen your eyes. "I'm not lying, Bucky. I have been for years now."

He growls, not liking the way he just wants to give in and pull you closer against him this instance. "What about those men? You going out in the middle of the night or waking up at ungodly hour just to "buy some snacks"."

Bucky felt his blood started to boil. How dare try this shit to him?

You shyly look to the side. "There's no other men... I went to--" you trailed off with a quiet voice that even the super soldier in front of you can't hear.

"Speak up, (Y/n)," he orders, gently yet firmly tilting your chin up to look at him in the eyes.

You sighed. "I hate it when you flirt back with other women."

"What does it have to do with you going out in the middle of the night?"

"I'm... a murderer, Bucky. I know it's bad and the world sees me as a hero but I can't help it, they're taking you away from me," you hissed out. "So I killed them all before they could even attempt a second chance, because you are meant for me, Bucky."

Bucky's breath hitched at the venom in your voice as you admit on killing the women that tries to flirt with him, all of it just because you're jealous - and startlingly, he loves every second of it.

"I was about to do the same. I was planning on taking you away while you're sleeping but you beat me to it." You chuckled, tears already dried up as you gestured towards your bound wrists.

His eyes flickered to your wrist then back up to your eyes. "Why?" He still asked despite knowing what the answer is, he just wants to hear it coming from your kissable lips that he loves so much; wanting to know the taste of.

You gave him a genuine smile. "Because I love you and if I can't have you, no one can."

Bucky swings his eyes between yours, searching for any signs of deception and trickery but all he found was sincerity and love. You're looking at him like he's the only person in the whole world, and it's making him melt at the spot. Never once had someone look at him like that and he doubt he don't look the same.

"I love you too," Bucky breathes out before smashing his lips against yours. You moaned and was about to lift up your hands to tug on his hair but was stopped by the ropes, preventing you from doing so.

"Bucky?"

"Yes, baby?" He murmurs, pressing heated kisses on your jaw and down to your neck. You mewled when he softly bit that soft spot on your neck, craning your head to the side to give him more access.

"The ropes, please. I want to touch you."

You let out a small whine when he stops, leaning back to look down on the ropes before smirking, shaking his head from side to side. An side suddenly popped in his mind.

"Not yet, baby girl."

He stands up straight with his hands propped on his hips, his crotch at your eye level. You could see the prominent bulge in his pants and can't help but lick your lips. The action didn't go unnoticed by the former winter soldier making his smirk broadens.

"Can you be a good girl for me, (Y/n)?"

You peered up at him through your lashes and said in the most sultry of voices, pulling a groan from Bucky's lips.

"Yes, Daddy."

Yup, I need to rest.

*more to come*

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Hinata Shoyo x Reader: Good Unexpected

Hello there! This is the first time I’ve ever posted any of my writing, so I hope you enjoy reading! I had a really fun time writing about my favorite ray of sunshine and may or may not have gotten carried away with the word count whoops :P Constructive feedback or just comments in general are welcome~

Word count: 6600

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Another close win for Karasuno’s male volleyball team had a crowd on their feet and a roar echoing throughout the building. There were five volleyball courts in the structure, but none had a more rambunctious crowd in that moment than the once Flightless Crows. The match wasn’t an all too significant one, but it claimed the boys another opportunity to play in this charity tournament, and that’s all they needed to keep their drive going. In the chaos of cheering students, players on break, family members, and those who had simply been enraptured by the match, a duo of young females ushered out muffled apologies of ‘sorry’ and ‘excuse me’ more times than they could count as they edged their way through. A short blonde stuck closely beside her fellow classmate in the sea of people, letting out a breath of relief upon seeing a gap to a less crowded section of the stadium.

“Yachi, could you text Kiyoko and tell her we’re on our way? Takinoue and Shimada said they’d take care of the banner since the next match is tomorrow,” you instructed.

“Sure thing,” Yachi replied with a small nod, fishing her phone from her back pocket.

You both continued your move down a set of stairs, searching for the main entrance to court three, on which Karasuno had just played.

“Hey, I think I see Tsukishima by the water fountain over there! The rest of the boys must be close by.” Yachi gestured to the slim middle blocker, donning the unmistakable Karasuno High VBC sweatshirt each player was given at the beginning of the season.

“Yeah, that’s him for sure! Good eye, Yachi!” you acknowledged.

Jogging over to the towering blonde, you flashed him a warm smile in greeting. Tsukishima replied with a brief nod, his usual hello.

“Hey, Tsukki! Where’s the rest of the boys?” you inquired, now used to Tsukishima’s little expressed enthusiasm, even after a victory.

“Daichi, Sugawara and Ennoshita are checking out the standings for who we’ll face off against tomorrow, Yamaguchi is in the bathroom, and the dumbasses who share one brain cell went to check if the snack bar was open. I have no clue where the rest of them ended up,” Tsukishima listed, scrolling through his phone.

Yachi giggled at his last description of what you could only assume to be Tanaka, Nishinoya, Hinata, and likely Kageyama. Those boys had a way of getting into the stupidest situations, and their immense distaste for anything school related made their title quite fitting, although it was safe to say that you had a soft spot for the knuckleheads - especially one in particular.

“Speak of the devil,” Tsukishima stated as he looked up from his device. Sure enough, two of said boys had returned from their little food run with bags of snacks in hand. Tanaka had already ripped open a package of beef jerky, two of the sticks stuffed in his mouth as he spoke incoherent words to his fellow second year teammate, Nishinoya.

“Hey boys!” you waved enthusiastically. “Nice win today!”

Upon seeing you, Nishinoya and Tanaka gasped simultaneously, the remaining jerky in the latter’s mouth falling onto the floor. You could see a grossed out Tsukishima cringe in your peripheral vision, but you didn’t really mind the duo’s antics at this point.

As everyone knows, Kiyoko was the team manager, an absolute goddess to all, and the master of avoiding the flirty nature of any guy she came across. It was evident that she had a huge effect on the rambunctious second years, two of them in particular melting any time they were given the slightest bit of attention (affectionate or otherwise) - and she could even pull a reaction out of the calmest of boys, including the ever respectful and reserved Karasuno captain from time to time.

However, despite a deep infatuation for the beautiful third year female, the team had been introduced to a new kind of character in the past year that had thrown Nishinoya and Tanaka into a frenzy: a competitive yet kindhearted first year student who just so happened to be a volleyball player herself: you.

You had arrived in the boy’s gymnasium one afternoon, on the day of the week that the Karasuno girl’s team had practice off. You were hoping to find some tasks or drills to help out with, just to keep yourself active during your free time after school. Since Coach Ukai always appreciated an extra set of hands, especially some that held experience, you began appearing as a regular during Wednesday practices, and the team took a quick liking to you.

Despite your focus and intensity whenever you were on the court, you were almost always there with an encouraging word or bright smile if the Karasuno boys ever needed, and your consistent sweetness caused many players to view you in a similar manner as Kiyoko. While the more reserved Kiyoko Shimizu was more or less dismissive of the constant attention she would get from boys, you were always happy to jump in and boost the team with your enthusiastic words and actions.

Nishinoya briefly brought up that he likes when girls compliment his hair? You make a little mention of how good it looks at the end of practice that day. Tanaka isn’t feeling particularly happy with his spikes? You’re sure to compliment him extra when he gets a shot off that he likes. Yamaguchi gets frustrated with his jump floaters? You offer up a few words of encouragement to keep him going. Even after practice is over and it’s just a normal day that you can spend time with the team, you happily accepted the compliments and the affection you received from the boys - specifically Nishinoya and Tanaka. Of course, you never lead them on or anything of the sort; you’re all just very close friends.

It was an interesting dynamic to say the least, but the differing personalities of you and the team manager Shimizu had two second year boys going wild to get your attention.

But, the two troublemakers had discovered who you had your sights set on pretty quickly.

“N/n! I didn’t realize you came to watch today!” Nishinoya grinned, quickly making his way over and wrapping his arms around your midsection. You laughed and placed a hand on the libero’s head, patting his hair gently.

“Hi, Nishi,” you smiled. “Of course I came to see you all. I couldn’t miss watching my favorite libero in action, now could I?”

“How did you think we did? Wasn’t that an awesome last set?” Tanaka joined in the conversation, giving you a side hug in greeting.

“Yeah, it was pretty exciting to watch!” you agreed. “I’m all for the heart pounding matches, so long as you boys keep winning at the end of them.”

“You know we will!” Nishinoya smiled up at you.

“I do know that,” you affirmed before looking around the space. “Tsukishima mentioned something about you and some of the other boys getting snacks, but right now it’s just you two. Where’s the rest of your little group of mischief-makers at?”

“Kageyama stopped by a vending machine to buy some milk. He said it was cheaper than the prices at the snack bar.” Tanaka clarified.

“Hinata decided to stick with him to talk about the team we’re likely playing tomorrow, but they shouldn’t be far behind us.” Nishinoya concluded, a small grin playing at his lips. “Speaking of which, didn’t Hinata do pretty great, N/n? You should tell him how good he looked doing those quick attacks out on the floor today.”

You stuck your tongue out at the boy who still had his arms secured around you.

“Very funny, Nishi.” you pouted. “At this point you’re not even trying to be discreet.”

Nishinoya was the first player on the team to pick up on your attraction to Karasuno’s prized decoy. You had nearly walked into the wall of the school gymnasium while shagging volleyballs during a hitting drill, watching intently as Hinata did his approach before jumping and slamming the ball onto the other side of the court with ease. It would have been incredibly embarrassing if anyone else had witnessed your distracted movements, but fortunately Nishinoya was the only one to see, and had prevented you from smacking straight into the side of the building.

Initially, the libero thought the mishap was merely because you didn’t want to get nailed by Kageyama and Hinata’s quick attacks, but then he watched you nearly choke on your water when Hinata tossed his practice shirt off the same night, leaving the you to gape in silent astonishment as the middle blocker searched for a less sweaty replacement. Since Nishinoya was already quite close to you at the time, he was quick to corner you about the instance and declared himself an unofficial wing-man when you admitted you had feelings for the ginger.

He may or may not have let the secret slip to Tanaka one night when the three of you were walking home - and then profusely apologized to the point where tears visibly brimmed in his eyes - but Tanaka promised that he wouldn’t say anything to Hinata. Besides, even if he did make a not-so-subtle mention about you to the aspiring ace, you doubted that the dense boy would even understand Tanaka’s implications.

Little did you know, you were just as oblivious as Hinata when it came to people crushing on you. And the two second years beside you knew much more than you did.

“Awe, you look so cute when you get all pouty,” Nishinoya chuckled, reaching up to tap you on the nose.

“Oh, hush. Don’t make me bring up the time when you went completely rigid after Kiyoko-senpai gave you a high five at the scrimmage against Nekoma last month,” you countered.

“Don’t you mean the greatest moment of my entire life?”

“Wow, I’m hurt that she gets a higher placement than me in that regard.”

Despite being quite a bit shorter than you, Nishinoya easily hoisted you a few inches in the air and spun around, eliciting a surprised yelp on your part.

“Nishi, put me down!” you squealed, albeit laughing while doing so.

“You know how much I love you. Kiyoko might be my queen, but you’re definitely an angel sent to grace us with your presence!” he declared playfully.

The libero gently placed his friend back on the floor, a lopsided grin on his face as she ruffled his hair fondly.

“I know, and I love you too, little Guardian Deity.” you conceded. “Now, show me what kind of snacks you bought. I forgot to grab money before I left the house, so I could use some food.”

“You got it!” Tanaka opened up his backpack filled with goodies and offered it out to you. “Take your pick. We stocked up on a lot of food to munch on for the team meeting later today.”

“Speaking of which, you should come and sit in on that! I’m sure the rest of the guys would like to see you,” Nishinoya added.

“Actually I was already planning on going,” you mentioned while acquiring a bag of pretzels from Tanaka’s stash. “I texted Kiyoko that I was going to be here today, and she said that if you boys got another win that I should come to the meeting.”

“Sweet!” Tanaka exclaimed. “Since it’s not all that late, some of us were thinking about having a small practice in the gym after. If you had the time, it would be fun to have you stick around and maybe play if you wanted.”

“That sounds like fun!” you smiled, “just make sure you all don’t tire yourselves out completely before tomorrow’s game.”

Tanaka gasped dramatically, “We wouldn’t dream of it.”

“-I’m just saying that you have a serious obsession with milk, Kageyama. It’s almost unhealthy.”

“Milk is a good source of calcium, you dumbass. So what if I drink a lot of it?”

“If you had the chance to marry a carton of milk, you absolutely would.”

“Would you shut up already?”

Two voices bickered back and forth as they approached the area near your little group. To anyone even barely associated with Karasuno’s volleyball team, these two arguing idiots would be easy to recognize from a mile away, and sure enough, a head of fluffy orange hair rounded the corner, quarreling with his dark haired teammate.

“Are they seriously having an argument about Kageyama and his milk?” Tanaka questioned.

“I’m honestly not even surprised at this point,” you sighed.

“Hey, morons!” Tanaka yelled at the two boys, who snapped their heads in the direction of their senpai’s distinct voice. “Quit fighting with each other and get the hell over here!”

You could feel your stomach flip involuntarily. Despite seeing the aspiring Karasuno ace many times during Wednesday practices and around school, it was always a sight to behold whenever he was suited up in the official team uniform. Hinata always got into these moments of intense focus during matches, which you deeply admired, and you affiliated such occasions with the jersey he always donned during each game. The look quickly became one of your favorites, but that piece of information was never shared with the boys. Only Kiyoko and Yachi knew about that secret preference, which they had promised to never bring up near any of the Karasuno team.

You were thrown out of your stupor when Nishinoya nudged you knowingly, a single eyebrow raised in a playful challenge. You only scoffed and shook your head, giving the libero a little nudge in return.

“Such a schemer, Nishi.” you murmured.

“You’re such a scaredy-cat.” he muttered in response. “Go compliment him about the game or something, you do it all the time with me and Tanaka.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Excuses, excuses~”

You huffed in exasperation, sparing another look at the little ray of sunshine with which you were so enamored. At this distance, the boy was close enough to recognize you, and you felt a gentle smile grow on your face when warm brown eyes met your own. You offered him a small wave in greeting, as you both were still a ways away from each other.

Hinata was quick to close that distance upon seeing you from across the hallway, making a beeline for the familiar girl that he had grown to love seeing walk through the gymnasium doors every week. He was glad to see you whenever he got the chance; you were always there to help him and Kageyama practice a few more quick attacks after practice concluded, always ready to try a few serves of your own when the boys wanted to get in some extra receives, always happy to help the young decoy with his studies when a particularly difficult exam was near. Not to mention, he found you to be the prettiest person out of his entire class of first years, so that was a plus.

The whole team may or may not know about Hinata’s very obvious affections, despite the boy not telling a single soul about the way his heart goes bwah!! whenever he thinks about you. Tanaka and Nishinoya found the entire ordeal utterly agonizing, being the only two boys on the team knowledgeable of your own feelings, and being sworn to secrecy about that fact. The Karasuno manager and the manager-in-training also knew the irony of the situation, but they didn’t dare meddle in your love life.

If your friends were all being honest with themselves, as torturous as it was to watch you two timid first years dance around each other’s feelings all the time, it was also incredibly adorable to watch your interactions. The usually loud and energetic middle blocker would lose all sense of function every time you would praise his game play, to the point where Kageyama had to kick his teammate from behind to get him to focus again. Hinata swore he nearly ascended when you had launched into his arms after beating Shiratorizawa in the Spring High Finals.

Yet, despite these moments of mutually lingering gazes and light blushes that often dusted both of your faces, the ginger rationalized that you acted this way towards every player on the team, and brushed such encounters with you off as nothing but platonic. He didn’t mind simply being friends, if that's all he could be. He was content so long as he got to be near you.

“Hey, Y/n! I didn’t know you were coming to watch the game today,” Hinata addressed you with a smile that put a blazing summer sun to shame.

“I wanted it to be a surprise! The student council meeting ended up being shorter than expected, so I called Kiyoko and let her know that I was on my way,” you explained. You then turned to Kageyama, who had eventually made his way over to the small group. “Nice game today, Kags. That one set you sent to Asahi in the second match from behind the attack line was insane.”

Karasuno’s starting setter nodded in acknowledgement of the commendation. “Thank you.”

Tanaka and Nishinoya, now standing next to their two teammates, aggressively attempted to gesture to Hinata with their eyes; a silent urge to get you to say something to the boy.

“And I think that one super fast quick attack you guys pulled off in the final set was really cool,” you tagged on. “It’s always fun to see the other team’s reactions whenever that happens.”

The two second years shot you a deadpan look. That’s not exactly what they meant, but they could see you struggling to string together any coherent sentence to your crush and decided not to press any further. You just couldn’t help it! You wanted to tell the present ray of sunshine that he played a great game, that he always played amazingly, despite his occasionally awkward receives or missed serves. He always gave each match 110%, and you wanted to express to him just how phenomenal he was, but just couldn’t find the right words without the fear of sounding completely obsessive and embarrassing. Nishinoya and Tanaka both glanced at each other, a silent agreement occurring between them in a matter of seconds.

Unlike Yachi and Kiyoko, the two boys weren’t opposed to a little meddling.

“Y/n is going to come to the meeting and maybe stay for that extra practice time we have planned,” Nishinoya mentioned, saving you from trying (and failing) to say anything else.

Hinata’s eyes lit up at the news. “For real? That’s great!”

The middle blocker enjoyed your presence at the Wednesday practices you’d attend, especially since it was where he got to witness your competitive and athletic side. So, getting to see more of that was welcomed any time.

You nodded in affirmation and popped a miniature pretzel in your mouth. “And since I was just dropped off at the complex and kind of need a ride, Kiyoko said that there was plenty of room for me to go back on the bus.”

“Hell yeah there is!” Tanaka grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “You can sit with me and Nishinoya, duh.”

You smiled up at him. “Well obviously. Who else would I sit with?”

Nishinoya cheered, picking his game bag off the floor and gently grasping your hand. “Well let’s go find the others, then! Coach Ukai is probably getting impatient waiting for us at this point,” the libero insisted, pulling you towards the doorway of the building with Tanaka in tow.

“Alright, alright! Don’t make me drop my pretzels, Nishi,” you warned, letting yourself get dragged by the excited teen.

Hinata, Kageyama, and Tsukishima also started to gather their things to get on the bus, Yamaguchi doing the same after exiting the bathroom not long before the previous trio ran off to claim their seats. Tsukishima looked over at Hinata, who still had his eyes glued to the door from which his friends had just left, and seized the opportunity to try to get under Hinata’s skin just a little.

“Nishinoya and her are pretty close, don’t you think?” he mentioned briefly, before turning on his heel towards the doorway with Yamaguchi beside him. The pinch server spared a glance back at Hinata as he fell into step with his childhood friend. “Tsukki…”

Now Nishinoya was clearly a close friend to Hinata, as both of the boys were big balls of energy all the time, and as they both shared an immense love for volleyball. Hinata acknowledged his teammate’s tight knit relationship with you, and he was totally okay with that fact. But occasionally, the middle blocker would get a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach that he had never really experienced before as he watched you interact with some of the boys on the team. It wasn’t an excessive amount of instances, but that feeling would bubble up from time to time - most notably when you would spend time with Karasuno’s libero. And whatever that feeling was, Hinata didn’t like it in the slightest.

“Oi, you coming, dumbass?” Kageyama questioned, snapping the ginger out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m coming, Bakeyama,” the middle blocker replied, readjusting his backpack and following Kageyama to the door.

******

The team was glad to see that you had come to watch them play, and you were quick to praise the boys on their well fought match. The ride back to school was relatively quiet, as many of the players wanted to either relax and listen to music or take a quick nap after their tiring game. As the bus continued on its route to Karasuno High School, it was evident that the energy and adrenaline felt earlier in the complex had calmed down, the boys given a chance to rest from the day’s events.

You, Nishinoya and Tanaka were seated near the back of the bus, with Hinata and Kageyama in the adjacent row. Tanaka was out like a light, his face pressed against the cool window next to him, while Nishinoya was struggling to get situated in the spot beside his teammate. From the corner of his eye, the libero could see Hinata sneaking subtle glances at you, as you unsuspectingly gazed at the passing scenery. With a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips, Nishinoya decided to kill two birds with one stone: try to help out with his friends’ crushes, and try to get himself a more comfortable napping spot.

“Hey, would you mind doing me a favor?” Nishinoya asked you in a soft tone, but just loud enough for the boy on the other side of the aisle to hear. You turned your attention to the libero, tilting your head to the side. “Sure thing, Nishi. What do you need?”

“Could I maybe lie down on you? It’s been a little difficult to find a decent position to get comfortable in,” he asked sheepishly. “If not, I totally get it.”

You smiled at the light pink that dusted his cheeks, and you patted your lap. “It’s alright, go ahead. You deserve to get some rest.”

Nishinoya offered you a smile of his own. He placed his legs over Tanaka’s snoozing form, knowing that his friend wouldn’t mind as they had been in similar positions on previous team bus rides. He then placed his head gently in your lap, gazing up at you before speaking up once more. “Thank you. You’re seriously the best.”

“It’s not a problem at all,” you waved it off.

The libero closed his eyes, sighing contentedly when he felt your hand brush through his hair. You absentmindedly hummed the soothing melody to a lullaby as you let your fingers carefully undo any tangles on his head. You paid special attention to the blonde streaks of hair that you always told the second year you adored, twirling the strands between your fingers and letting them fall back into place.

You were completely ignorant to the fact that the boy on the other end of the aisle felt a burning envy in his stomach as he witnessed the display from his peripheral vision. Your voice, which would have mesmerized Hinata under any other circumstance, did nothing to ease the emotions licking at his insides like unpleasant tendrils of flame. He desperately wanted to be able to sidle up next to you, wanted to feel your hands weave gently through his messy ginger hair. The fact that it wasn’t him made Hinata feel nauseous - worse than how he felt before a big game.

Because although Hinata was absolutely fine with you being close to the boys on his team, it didn’t mean he couldn’t get jealous.

Seated beside the middle blocker, Kageyama took note of his friend’s clenched fists and slightly tightened jaw, a stark contrast to Hinata’s usual happy-go-lucky enthusiasm. One look at the opposite side of the bus blatantly explained why. Kageyama was confused, though; Nishinoya knew just as much as the rest of the team that the decoy had his sights set on you, so why was he disregarding that fact right in front of him? The libero either didn’t realize what he was doing would upset his friend, or he knew exactly what he was up to. Was the whole thing intentional?

*****

Ohhh, it absolutely was. Kageyama figured that much out as soon as the team meeting started.

Nishinoya had been occasionally looking at Hinata to gauge the boy’s reaction, being careful not to overstep his boundaries, but pushing it just enough to see if the ginger would step in and make a move on you. From what Kageyama could tell, Tanaka was also in on this plan, but the wing spiker let his fellow second year handle most of the interactions with the brunette.

You were settled next to Kiyoko on the gymnasium floor, sitting with your legs stretched out as you listened in on the meeting. Nishinoya had his head resting on your shoulder the entire time, only shifting from his spot to steal more snacks from Tanaka’s backpack. If it weren’t for what Hinata had witnessed in the bus earlier that evening, he likely would have thought nothing of the second year’s actions. But now it was all he could think about, barely even focusing on the words coming out of Coach Ukai’s mouth. That feeling in his gut still hadn’t left him alone.

His discomfort was even more apparent when a number of the boys stayed behind after the meeting for some extra practice. Sugawara, who was the only third year who decided to postpone his walk home (mostly to keep an eye on his rambunctious children juniors), helped divide the group of six players into teams. Kageyama, Nishinoya, and Tanaka were on one team of three, while Suga, Hinata, and you were on the other. Despite the fact that he was on the same team as you, the middle blocker was still in a distant mood, and this showed when he completely botched the first two sets Suga tossed to him.

“Are you alright, Hinata? You seem a bit off at the moment,” you spoke softly behind him. When the ginger didn’t answer, she frowned slightly. “Shoyo…”

His first name coming from you had Hinata’s face heating up, not just because he loved the way his first name sounded on your lips, but because he was embarrassed. His bitter emotions had completely messed up his game, and caused him to practically ignore your concerned inquiry.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just a little tired is all,” he brushed it off. “I‘ll be good to go now that I’ve warmed up a bit.”

“Oh, okay. Tell me if you need some water or anything, your face looks hot.” You instantly flushed at the choice of words. “I mean, it looks warm! Like a red - you know what I mean.”

Tanaka snickered at your stammering, and you shot him a glare of annoyance before turning on your heel to retrieve the volleyball that had rolled away from the group.

After that, the three-on-three game went pretty smoothly. Hinata was in a better mood, working well together with his two partners. You even got a few good spikes in during the match (although a majority of them were thwarted by Karasuno’s Guardian Deity). Before you all realized it, the moon was shining brightly in the sky, and Suga instructed everyone to go home and get rest in preparation for tomorrow’s first game. After putting back the equipment the group had borrowed from the storage room, you were on your way out the gym doors, until the voices of Tanaka and Nishinoya stopped you midway.

“Wait up, Y/n!” The libero called out to her. You turned her attention towards him, a soft smile resting on your face after the impromptu practice.

“There’s no way you’re walking home all by yourself at this time of night.” Tanaka declared firmly, and Nishinoya nodded his head vigorously.

“I’ll be fine, you guys. Besides, neither of you live all that close to me, so it would be unreasonable of you to walk me home,” you told them.

“Well, doesn’t Hinata live in the same area as you do? Why doesn’t he walk you home?” Nishinoya suggested.

On the other end of the gym, Hinata had caught wind of the conversation. The ginger’s head perked up at the idea of accompanying you home, and standing beside him, Kageyama finally realized what the two second years had been up to the whole day. You narrowed your eyes at the boys in suspicion, but you couldn’t deny that it was a good idea to have someone else with you at this hour. You gazed over at your fellow first years, finding that Hinata was already looking your way, and a light shade of pink dusted your face.

“I mean, if he wouldn’t mind it, I suppose it would probably be smart,” you shrugged.

“It’s not a problem at all,” he uttered out.

Tanaka and Nishinoya shared a sly grin. This was the most that the two could do for their two dense kohais, so the rest was up to you both.

“If you’re uh, ready to go, my bike is just outside,” Hinata sputtered.

“Oh! Yeah, I’m good to go,” you responded with an awkward thumbs up that you mentally smacked yourself for.

“Don’t go having too much fun now,” Tanaka smirked. “He’s still gotta play tomorrow.”

His raised eyebrows and overall suggestive expression were met with a playful smack on the arm.

“Shut up, you big weirdo,” you scoffed, and before any more comments could be made by your two dorks of friends, you rushed out the gym door after Hinata.

Seeing the boy waiting outside for you, his fiery orange hair illuminated by the glimmering starlight like a cliche movie scene, you nearly tripped on the staircase by the school’s entrance. When he turned to you with an easy smile, your heart practically busted out of your chest. Damn him and his cute face.

You approached him at the gate and readjusted the bag on your shoulders, trying to remain calm at the realization that you were going to be alone with her favorite ray of sunshine. Beginning on the path up the hill, Hinata decides to push his bike alongside him in order to stay closer to you.

“I didn’t realize you lived that close to me until Noya said something tonight,” the middle blocker mentioned.

You raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Really? I’m surprised you haven’t been over before.”

“Maybe I should come visit sometime.” Hinata’s eyes widened at the implication and quickly added, “Like, with the rest of the team!”

You laughed softly. “That sounds like fun.”

You both walked in a slightly uncomfortable silence for a moment, before Hinata spoke up.

“So, does that mean Nishinoya has been over to your place before?” he asked.

“Yeah, he’s been over a few times now,” you confirmed.

“Oh, that's cool.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his response, his voice laced with what you could only recognize as disappointment.

“Why do you ask?” you inquired.

“Well, you both just seemed really close is all.” The first year ran a hand through his hair. “Even Tsukishima noticed.”

“Well, Nishi and I are really good friends, and we know a lot about each other, so I guess that’s an accurate description.”

Hinata glanced at you and titled his head a fraction, which you thought made him look like an adorable little puppy.

“Really good...friends?” he murmured.

You nodded affirmatively. “Yeah, he’s like an older brother. Did you think we were dating or something?” you laughed. You meant it as a joke, but when the boy didn’t reply, your eyes widened a fraction and you stopped walking.

“You thought me and Nishi were, like, together together?” you gaped.

At this point Hinata was burning red. He nodded bashfully, and you fell into fits of giggles, placing your hands on your knees for support.

“H-hey! It was a justified question!” Hinata defended himself. “He fell asleep on you in the bus today and it looked like a normal thing for you two, so I just figured!”

You stood straight and composed yourself, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you started walking again.

“As much as I love Nishinoya, we’re definitely not dating,” you explained. “It’s a platonic relationship, nothing more.”

Hinata mentally celebrated at the confirmation that there was nothing going on between you and the libero, although he was embarrassed beyond words at this point in the conversation.

“I’m super sorry!! I just thought- I shouldn’t have assumed,” he apologized, scratching the back of his head.

“Awe, it’s okay, Shoyo. I guess we do act a bit like a couple sometimes, but...I’m not actually seeing anyone at the moment.” You added on without a second thought, “Nishi knows who I really like, though.”

Hinata frowned a bit at the latter sentence, but he remained in a better mood than before.

“So…do I know this person?” he inquired, feeling quite courageous himself.

You hummed, a blush creeping up your neck. “So what if you do?”

“Is it someone on the team?”

“Are we playing twenty questions or something now?” you laughed nervously.

Stupid! Why did I even mention anything in the first place? you mentally cursed yourself.

The ginger felt his heart rate pick up. Out of hope or anxiety, he wasn’t exactly sure.

“What’s he like?” Hinata heard himself asking.

You couldn’t help but smile fondly at the ironic inquiry, and decided to answer his question.

“He’s probably the most energetic person I’ve ever met, but in a good way. He’s really kind to everyone, even though he can get very competitive. While he’s not the most studious, I can tell he tries his hardest to do his best in everything he does. Not to mention he’s incredibly cute.” You chanced a glance at the intently staring first year for a brief moment before focusing your attention back on the sidewalk, thankful for the dim lights of the street. “Sometimes I find it just…so difficult to not mess with his hair, too. It’s so overwhelmingly fluffy.

Hinata let out a small sigh. He didn’t think there was any way he could compete with the special someone that you had described so fondly.

“Well, it sounds like you really like him,” he said simply, a halfhearted smile on his face. “He’s a really lucky guy, whoever he is.”

At his genuine tone, you raised her head to lock eyes with Hinata, who was looking at you with such an honest expression that your breath hitched in your throat. You slowed down in the middle of the empty walkway.

“It’s you, ya big dummy,” you admitted quietly, fiddling nervously with your sweatshirt sleeves.

Hinata heard it. You could tell that much from the way his eyes widened as he stopped dead in his tracks.

“It’s me?” he echoed.

You nodded once, not able to speak as you evaluated his reaction. Hinata clumsily pushed the kickstand of his bike down with wide eyes, maneuvering around it to step closer to you and examine your face, trying to determine if this was real or all in his head.

“I like you too. Like a lot,” he managed to confess, a delighted grin gracing his features.

You felt like you were dreaming and about to wake up at any moment, the urge to pinch yourself just for confirmation that this was all real itching at the back of your mind. But your train of coherent thought quickly dissipated when Hinata gingerly moved a hand up to your flushed cheek, brushing your jaw with his thumb and looking up with warm brown eyes.

“Could I kiss you?” he asked gently, voice barely above a whisper.

“Please do,” you conceded.

Hinata brushed his lips with yours, in a brief but sweet exchange. He did so the second time in the same manner to experiment, and again, just to confirm that this moment was actually happening, before all but backing you into the bike behind them as you tugged at the collar of his shirt. His lips were softer than expected, and you tasted the fruity flavor of what you assumed to be lip balm lingering on them. You could feel the boy grinning into the kiss, this one longer and firmer than their predecessors, and you eagerly tangled your fingers in his fluffy orange hair that was impossibly softer than imagined. His own hands found themselves planted firmly on your waist to secure you from losing balance, drawing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. Your entire body was buzzing with excitement, practically melting when Hinata traced your bottom lip with his tongue.

Hinata pulled away briefly to catch his breath, a fire blazing in his eyes that had you shying away from his gaze. He took a hand off of your waist and tilted your face back towards him with his index finger, a newfound confidence radiating off of the first year in droves that had you flushing darker than you thought possible.

“Shoyo,” you spoke his name softly, pulling a bit at the fiery strands of hair still twirled between your fingers. The little hum elicited from Hinata’s throat was one of your new favorite sounds.

“Please use my first name more often,” the boy breathed out, and you couldn’t help but laugh airily at the request, Hinata unable to suppress the satisfied smile that bloomed across his flushed face at the sound.

“That was… unexpected,” you murmured.

“Good unexpected?” the ginger inquired playfully.

“Very good unexpected,” you joked lightly.

Hinata wrapped you in a warm hug, snuggling his face into the crook of your neck. You reciprocated the action, arms encircling around his figure, taking in everything that had happened with an enormous smile.

You might just have to thank Nishinoya later.

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chamomile & strawberry. | p. seonghwa

a/n: thank you so much for requesting, @exosnoona29! i’m sorry it took a little while so thank you for being patient! i hope you like this ✨💖 also, tagging @hwanami since i know she’s whipped for hwa 🤠

the smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with a tint of brewed tea leaves wafted in the air and into your nose. the sounds of birds cheerfully chirping created a little melody featuring the small wind chime right at the arch of the doorway your hand reached up to wipe away the thin sheet of sweat forming on your forehead from the sweeping you did. with both hands on your hips, your eyes scanned throughout the entire room for a few seconds, making sure no spot was missed and tables all clean, you beamed to yourself afterwards once everything was neat. with a quick fix of your messy hair, it was time to open your little tea house.

living in a small village just at the outskirts of the nearby city, you never figured that your tea house would make quite an attraction. everyone would always refer to you as the residential tea maker, admiring the way you would pour different scented teas into a cup that was paired with a matching teapot and saucer. maybe that was what interested everyone in this small town you lived in. though you would have to admit, with the amount of various themed tea sets you have, you would be sitting in the tea house as well to admire them. but of course, you would always think that it was because your grandmother had passed this tea house.

ever since your grandmother had passed on, you were the one who took her place as the tea maker. she had always been the one to take care of you since you were little every time your parents were too busy with their work, sometimes having to spend a night or two, depending how busy they were. you remembered watching your grandmother brewing your favourite chamomile tea when you had a nightmare, sometimes even letting you help just to take your mind off of the bad dream you had. you were always found sitting near the window of this exact tea house to talk with the customers stopping by the tea house, a chatterbox was what your grandmother had called you, not wanting you to disturb the customer yet they couldn’t help but to see you as an endearing child. you had promised your grandmother that one day, you wanted to be a tea maker just like her when you grew up, even wanting your own tea house in the city. and fast forward to the present, you had fulfilled your promise. despite not being in the city, you were content with what you have.

your hands were busy cleaning the shelves filled with jars of tea leaves until a sudden ‘ding’ rang into your ears, indicating someone had stopped by. you blinked a few times in confusion, not expecting a customer to come by so soon just a few minutes of opening up. without wasting time, you made your way to the door to greet your first customer of the day with a slight jog in your steps. standing near the counter, you noticed a tall person curiously gazing around the tea house of yours with his back facing you. he must have heard your voice before turning around, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

there, a pair of gorgeous dark brown irises held your gaze, a honey-ish tinted hair styled in a slightly messy manner yet somehow still looked good on the male standing in front of you, his lips a bit pinkish that reminded you of the lingering colour after eating a fresh strawberry flavoured drink. somehow, he managed to pull off a loose white shirt and washed denims so effortlessly stunning on him, topping it off with a chain-like earring on one of his ears and a few rings adorning his long fingers.

you must have been staring at him for a little while since the said stranger waved a hand, albeit awkwardly with a little smile on his lips, making it seem as if he was in a cross between confused and awkward. With a shake of your head, you returned the smile with your own out of sheepishness, bowing your head ever so slightly.

“s-sorry, welcome to the tea house!” you managed to say, already hitting yourself in a number of times from the slight stutter in your words. a low chortle soon resonated in your ears, though a tinted red from being flustered, you looked up at the man. he merely shook his head and reassured you that it was alright, but instead, apologising for making you startled since he mentioned how frozen you were for a bit, effectively making you want to bury yourself in a hole as to how obvious you were and quickly coming up with an excuse.

“i was just surprised at how i could have a customer already, considering that i just opened up.” you retorted.

“ah, is that so? I happened to come across this place from my morning walk, and i guess i couldn’t help but to admire your tea sets that are on display.” he said. You couldn’t help but to notice how it was rather deep yet had some type of calmness in the timbre of his voice. It was then, a sudden thought came to you. Come to think of it, you had never seen this man before from the years of living in this small town outside of the city.

“are you perhaps.. new around here? i haven’t really seen you around before.” you decided to ask with a slight tilt of your head. you watched as how his expression perked up as if he had realised something, immediately bowing his head to apologise for not introducing himself sooner.

“sorry about that, i’m seonghwa. park seonghwa,” the ma- no, seonghwa, greeted before he continued, “i am new here, i just moved into town just yesterday evening.”

your lips formed into a small ‘o’ then replacing it with a gentle yet welcoming grin as the first mental answer you had was correct. “it’s nice to meet you, seonghwa. my name’s y/n, y/n l/n” you introduced.

“if i’m not being a bit too nosy, what brings you here? moving here, i mean.” you asked.

it was very well known of you to be curious of things around you ever since you were a little girl. you had to admire how your grandmother was always patient with your questions ranging from the questions that had a simple answer to questions that seemed so silly anyone who heard it would surely laugh out of amusement from your curiosity.

“ah, well, i got a new job here at the town’s kindergarten,” seonghwa trailed off, resting his weight on one of his feet. your eyes widened slightly before clasping your hands together in amazement.

“is that so? i'm sure the kids in this town would love to meet their new handsome kindergarten teacher.” you exclaimed, grinning brightly over at the male.

seonghwa, on the other hand, could only raise an eyebrow at the certain word he had heard from you, one of the corners of his lips lifting up into a small smirk out of amusement. “ah, you think i’m handsome?” he asked, cheekiness lacing in his tone as he spoke which caused you to momentarily freeze in your place.

you could feel blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks at the slip of word as your hand quickly came up to cover your lips, apologising for accidentally blurting the word out loud. seonghwa couldn’t help but to release a light laugh from the strings of apologies along with almost incoherent words coming out from a flustered you, waving a hand in a dismissive manner to reassure you that it was fine.

“to be fair, i find you cute.” he casually added, a wink in the end that only made you grow more sheepish.

“sir, i’m gonna have to ask whether you wanna order something or i would have to kick you out for flirting with the tea maker.” you joked, which of course made seonghwa chuckle as the two of you could feel the awkward ice slowly melting away.

“as far as i remember, you called me handsome first. i only returned the compliment.” he retorted as a matter of factly, raising his eyebrows as if to emphasise his point, to which made you jokingly roll your eyes at him.

from there, the two of you seemed to get along quite well. it was not a surprise as to how seonghwa was able to get along with the other townspeople from how friendly and humble he was. not to mention, he was also surprisingly good with the children in the nearby kindergarten yet of course, knowing when to pull a strict teacher act whenever they misbehaved yet not to the extent of having them completely fear him. It was safe to say he is the town’s favourite at this point.

seonghwa is always seen standing near the park’s playground while making sure the kids were safe as they played with each other, occasionally joining in to play as the ‘monster’ while they played tag. when not at the playground, he can be found in your tea house either relaxing with a cup of tea while reading his book or just stopping by to have a conversation with you.

it would be a lie to say that you weren’t thankful that your tea house was not busy on most days of the week, knowing that you get to talk to this handsome kindergarten teacher. two of you would mostly talk about how your days were, you amusedly listening to seonghwa telling you about the children’s antics during his classes, or how you would excitedly tell him the new tea set you have been wanting for so long finally being able to be ordered. more often than not, seonghwa would wait until you close up the shop, helping you out by cleaning the place as to which you were thankful with the extra pair of hands.

your hangouts always happened in the days after your first meeting. which then changed to weeks and then, to a few months.

and today, was like any other day. seonghwa was sitting near the window checking his students’ works, his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with brows furrowed in concentration, while you were wiping down the cups you had washed earlier. your eyes glanced up at the wall clock to check the time, noting how you had a few more minutes before closing time. yet seeing as though there weren't any more customers coming by any time soon, you decided to start cleaning up the place a little earlier and made quick work of placing the cups away in the cabinets. seonghwa, hearing the rustling around, looked up. he then placed his glasses down and closed the last workbook that he was examining before getting up to help upon seeing you struggle with putting some cups away.

“a little early today, mm?” he inquired, looming over from behind to help you place a teapot safely in the cabinet you had trouble reaching, hand on your waist.

the sudden voice and action made you jump in place from shock, only to relax afterwards when you only realised it was seonghwa, despite feeling warmth creeping up its way to bloom on both of your cheeks due to the closeness between the two of you yet you kept your calm demeanour. you turned around to face the man and only then, did you feel a huge lump suddenly appeared in your throat

seonghwa was staring down at you with an unreadable expression. your gazes were on each other while silence enveloped the both of you. it felt as if time had suddenly slowed down as well. what is in his mind? what is he going to do? so many questions were running through your mind that you didn't notice the large hand coming up to your head, only noticing it when you felt his slim digits picking at something in your hair.

“chamomile, how can you not notice some of the dried tea leaves in your hair?” his deep voice rumbled, showing the said leaves in his hand as an amused simper was shown on the male’s lips. the nickname was enough to somehow make your heartbeat increase its pace.

“i guess i was just too busy. though, you shouldn't say that to me considering your hair is a mess too, strawberry.” you retaliated, reaching a hand up to fix the stray strands of his locks, remembering how you've seen (or watched) him run his fingers through his hair numerous times while examining the workbooks.

recently, seonghwa has been calling you with that certain name out of nowhere. when you asked why he had called you as such, he simply mentioned that he had noticed that you tend to drink your favourite chamomile tea even if there was a variety of flavours. hence, him calling you chamomile which led you to calling him ‘strawberry’ as you found him taking a liking to your strawberry tart.

with the names being exchanged and the frequent hangouts in your tea house, some of the residents would claim that the two of you would make an adorable couple. for instance, the middle aged ladies who tend to stop by at your little tea house for their daily gossiping would loudly coo at the sight of the two of you whenever seonghwa would usually send you his playful wink, to which you responded with a flying kiss to balance out the flirty energy. but of course, you would always deny it.

it wasn't because you didn't like him. it would be a lie to say that you do not have a small crush on park seonghwa, the town’s heartthrob. how could anyone not? you wouldn't say he's perfect, considering that everyone has their own flaws. even seonghwa himself had confessed his concerns about himself but.. but that's what makes him, well, him.

you had unexpectedly developed such feelings. could it be because of how he waited for you to close down the tea house and walk you home despite being tired from a day of dealing with misbehaving children? could it be from the way he would usually stop by in the morning to get a freshly brewed cup of peppermint tea before heading towards the school? or was it because of how seonghwa would always send you flirty pick up lines and winks while you were busy tending to the customers of the tea house just to make you clumsily stutter over your words once he caught you off guard by doing so?

you don't know.

but what you do know is that you like him. you like him so much that the smell of strawberries reminded you of him.

yet, like any other person with a crush in mind, you would try your best to shrug those feelings away. who knows? maybe seonghwa was just the flirty type considering how the ladies in town seemed to love this heartthrob, no matter what age. or perhaps that you were just scared that if you confessed or even hinted that you like him in the most possible way, seonghwa would shut you out that the two of you would go back to being strangers.

“chamomile?” seonghwa’s voice called out, making you snap back into reality. you hadn't noticed that the said man was already pulled back to look at you, eyes full of concern from the sudden quietness coming from you.

“h-huh?” you asked, a slight stutter in your voice.

“i asked whether you are ready to head back home, it's getting dark.” he said, switching his gaze to the window where the sun was slowly being swallowed by the night sky. you couldn't help but to admire how the last golden rays from the sun had kissed seonghwa’s smooth skin, the warm light only making him seem more ethereal than usual. no wonder all the ladies were gushing over the male.

with a shake of your head to stop your wandering thoughts, you cleared your throat to hide your flustered side. “oh yeah, definitely! let me just make sure things are good.” you said. and with that, you made sure that everything in the store was in check and in good condition before heading outside to meet up with seonghwa.

pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning on, he smiled down at you once you were done locking up the door. by the time you two started to walk back home, the sky’s canvas was already painted a deep shade of some type of dark blue with a few specks of crimson here and there, your eyes filled with the swirls of wonder and awe upon seeing the colours mixing in together in such a uniquely beautiful way.

seonghwa, who was a couple of steps behind, watched as you admired the dark sky. he couldn't help but to feel the increased palpitations of his heartbeat from the serene look painted over your visage. for some reason, it happened every time whenever the two of you stopped briefly in your walk home to watch the final appearances of the daylight before being succumbed into a starry night. just like you, seonghwa was scared to admit his feelings.

it seemed as if you weren’t the only one pining over someone. how could he not when you looked so adorable all concentrated trying out new flavours of tea, laughing to himself at the sight of your nose scrunching upon not liking a certain taste to it? how could he not when you looked especially endearing while dancing slightly in place to the beat of a song from your favourite playlist? how could he not when you looked so.. at peace as soon as the last bit of daylights were slowly fading off into the night sky?

truly, the male had already grown smitten over you yet whenever he has tried to ask you out or admit his feelings, he somehow would always feel as if a little person would tug at his vocal chords so he wouldn’t be able to speak. instead, seonghwa would stand there fumbling with his words in front of you, watching as you tilt your head in question, finding it as a habit of yours whenever your curiosity was painted over the features of your face.

“seonghwa?” your voice intruded his thoughts, his eyes snapping back to instantly focus on your face.

“yes, chamomile?” he answered, swiftly walking up to your side.

“i was wondering..” you continued, motioning for the two of you to continue walking with a nod of your head, to which seonghwa accepted.

“..since tomorrow is my late grandmother’s birthday, would you..” you trailed off once again making seonghwa gently rest his hand on your shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze, as if to tell you to take your time in choosing your words, knowing how much your grandmother meant to you from the little stories you had shared with him.

“would you like to come with me? to celebrate it?” you asked, eyes looking everywhere except for a certain kindergarten teacher right next to you.

seonghwa could only stare at you in a dumbfounded manner before emitting a low chuckle, your endearing way of asking was enough to tug at his heartstrings. with a hum, the male swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket to check at his schedule, making sure in case he didn’t have any plans or teaching during the said day, the corners of his pinkish lips tilting up into a little beam before nodding his head.

“i would love to, i’ll come by your place to pick you up at.. 9?” he offered, you looking up at him with wide eyes, a clear indication that you weren’t expecting him to really agree to go with you.

“oh, yeah, sure! definitely, 9 in the morning, yup.” you rambled on, and wondered as to why seonghwa wouldn’t cover your lips with his hand from how much your mouth is running. instead, said male just stood there with an amused beam at how you were acting.

with the mutual agreement being shared and a few other short jokes being told followed by your laughter mingling with each other as the both of you walked, you had finally reached your place, much to your silent disappointment. unlocking your door, you turned around to face seonghwa to mumble a low ‘thank you’ for walking you home for the day. it was when you were about to head inside that seonghwa had suddenly called out your name, causing you to spin around to face him once again.

“i..” seonghwa started, lips opening and closing like a fish struggling to breathe. your eyes stared at him in anticipation, heart thumping into your ears to mask the silence surrounding the both of you underneath the now starry night sky.

‘damn it, just say it!’ the voice inside seonghwa’s head yelled out yet he was frozen, hands feeling clammy and the butterflies fluttering nonstop in his stomach at the way your irises curiously gazed over at him with a particular… glint in them? he can’t quite figure it out.

“i.. goodnight, chamomile.” he managed to say, much to his disappointment.

your face fell momentarily yet you quickly sent him your usual bright smile in return to his bid with a nod of your head, “mm, goodnight, strawberry.” and with that, you entered your house and shut the door behind you.

on the other side of the door, seonghwa stood there. his hand reached up to rest above his chest, just where his heart was located, as an attempt to calm the rapid beating. his face was burning and his mind was cursing at himself from how cowardly he was being. With a frustrated sigh leaving his lips, seonghwa took a few more seconds to look at your house before turning away to walk off back to his place.

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“good morning to you, chamomile.” a certain man greeted.

true to his word, seonghwa was already outside your house at 9 in the morning once you heard a knock on your door while you were preparing the stuff you needed to take with you for the special day today. you couldn’t help but to admire his choice of clothing for the day as well. he’s wearing a loose fitting cardigan over a dark thin shirt underneath it, paired with black jeans. it was a simple look yet you are convinced that whatever seonghwa chose to wear, he looked like he was on his way to a fashion show. heck, you could even make him wear a potato sack and he would still look great.

“here to say i’m handsome again, y/n?” he joked with a raised brow, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts and warmth going to your cheeks, sticking a tongue out at him.

“from all the time of seeing you almost every day? i’m starting to get used to your appearance, seonghwa.” you retorted, rolling your eyes at how the tall male in front of you feigned hurt by placing his hand on his chest dramatically, the two of you laughing afterwards.

while laughing, seonghwa took the brief opportunity to look at you. the light yellow shirt you wore matching your cheerful attitude, matched with washed denims. he had also noticed what seemed to be a small picnic basket hanging off of your arm. the man felt his smile growing at the pretty little white trimmings adorning the basket.

“i was thinking that once we are done visiting the cemetery, we could go near the playground for lunch?” your voice suddenly reached his ears, making him perk up instantly with a nod of agreement.

“that would be lovely. oh and i brought flowers as well.” seonghwa said, showing the two beautifully wrapped bouquets in both hands.

of course, anyone would have noticed them by now. but you couldn’t help but to admire the tall man in front of you that the bouquets seemed to grow unnoticed. though, your eyebrows creased ever so slightly in confusion. “i’m sure one bouquet would be enough, no? grandma loves all types of bouquets anyway.” you questioned, which earned a low chortle coming from seonghwa.

“actually, the other one is for you.” he sheepishly replied, handing out one of the bouquets to you. your eyes widened ever so slightly at the sudden act, reaching out to take the bouquet into your hands. Looking down, you emitted an almost inaudible gasp.

the bouquet was filled with fresh chamomiles and a couple of sunflowers were in between. It was a small gesture but it made you feel all warm and giddy inside. ever since you were little, you had never received a bouquet from anyone outside of your family. so to receive one from seonghwa was enough to make you think that it was a sign that today will be a good day.

“i was at the florist earlier and noticed they had chamomiles. you mentioned that you had a liking towards them so i got you this bouquet and for the sunflowers well..” seonghwa trailed off, a hand reaching up to rub at his nape.

“they reminded me of you, considering how you are always bright.” he continued, a nervous chortle leaving his lips. why is it suddenly hot? could the sun be this warm already? seonghwa merely cleared his throat and looked away as if to make himself busy to shove the flustered side of him away.

“i like them a lot. thank you, hwa.” you grinned in a sheepish manner as your foot kicked against a small pebble.

“are you ready to go?” seonghwa smiled, offering his arm for you to take, which you accepted by linking yours with his.

and with that, the two of you set off on your way to the cemetery.

“hi, grandma. happy birthday.” you whispered, into the air once you arrived at the designated tombstone, hoping that the wind would carry your words to the skies or wherever to reach your grandmother.

seonghwa, on the other hand, let you do your own thing quietly. his pools of dark brown swirls watched as you carefully caressed the name engraved on the tombstone, offering a hand when he noticed you cleaning the grave from the dried leaves and threw away the dried flowers that were previously placed, and being replaced with the new ones he had gotten. he quietly stood behind you as you sat in front of your grandmother’s tombstone, talking to her as if she was really there with you.

“today, i brought someone with me. his name is seonghwa, park seonghwa!” you said, his name that you called out instantly making him bow out of politeness.

“it is nice to meet you, i heard so much about you from your granddaughter, ma’am. quite a chatterbox she is.” seonghwa teased, earning a playful glare from you.

“he’s the new kindergarten teacher of the town, everyone loves him.” you chimed in afterwards.

once again, seonghwa stood next to you the whole time there. his expression growing softer by the minute as he watched you talking so.. cheerfully to your grandmother’s grave. momentarily, his eyes looked up at the sky and shut his eyes. a low humming from a sudden gust of wind was suddenly heard as a feeling of tranquility wrapped his whole entire frame. the rustling of leaves echoed around the two of you, followed by you telling your memorable moments from the days of not visiting the place.

needless to say, the two of you spent your time at the cemetery just reminiscing past memories and recently made ones, laughing at a joke or two being made, until it was time to go.

“i will visit you again soon, grandma. i love you.” you bid goodbye, not before staring at the engraved name before running up to seonghwa’s side.

despite the usual bright grin over your lips, seonghwa silently noticed how your eyes had a slight glossy look to them as a flash of sadness appeared on your visage yet he didn’t comment on it. instead, he mustered up the courage in him to sling his arm around your shoulders, giving it a gentle rub while the two of you walked. of course, you were a little surprised yet you couldn’t help but to lean against him, finding comfort in his gesture.

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“one, two!” the two of you said in unison, placing the plaid picnic blanket on the spot you both had chosen right underneath a large tree just a few feet away from the playground.

“i made us sandwiches, and made some rice balls as well. i didn’t really know what you would like.” you sheepishly admitted and placed the food right in the middle of the picnic blanket, taking out a couple of cups along with a bottle filled with what seemed to be iced peach tea. seonghwa looked down at the food, and pursed his lips to let out a sound of amazement.

“they look great. thank you for the meal!”

and with that, the both of you started to eat while enjoying the view of children playing with their friends in the playground, parents standing at the sidelines to make sure the children won’t hurt themselves in the process, while some townsfolk are just out on a walk.

“hey, y/n. there’s something that i wanted to ask.” seonghwa asked.

you, not expecting for him to sound serious made you cease the subconscious twiddling of your fingers. you straightened in your seat and tilted your head, indicating for him to continue. in front of you, seonghwa visibly gulped, swallowing the huge lump in his throat that was about to form. it was now or never.

“do you.. do you have anyone in mind?” he asked, eyes focused on his hands folded in front of him.

the sudden question caught you off guard as questions filled your mind rather than answers to his question. why was he suddenly asking you this? is he just genuinely curious? or perhaps… perhaps he has someone in mind? shaking the thoughts away, you wouldn’t know what it is about if you kept overthinking things. you cleared your throat and shifted in place, now hugging your knees as your back was resting against the tree behind you.

“i used to not have someone in my mind.” hearing the words from you made seonghwa sighed internally. “but-” he suddenly perked.

“but lately, someone’s in it. been there for a little while now.” you continued.

at this point, the both of you could feel your heartbeat just racing in your chests. you wondered if it was the appropriate time to tell him. wondering if it would really be the right choice. while seonghwa, he wondered if he’s finally going to say it. wondering what your reaction would be.

“should.. should we say who we like together?” you suggested. seonghwa could only nod his head, shutting his eyes momentarily to gather all of the courage he needed.

“on the count of three.” he whispered.

“one.” you started, turning to the side to face him properly, heart beating in your chest that you swear seonghwa could hear it too.

“two.” he continued, now looking at you, feeling the familiar fluttering feeling in his stomach.

“three!” now.

“i like you!”

silence.

silence enveloped the two of you as the both of you stared at each other in shock, both of your eyes widened. your mouth opened and closed repeatedly as you tried to say something, yet not even a whisper could be heard from you. while seonghwa… the poor guy looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“you like me?” the both of you asked at the same time.

“i mean-” you guys started again.

“it’s just-” and again.

both of you were about to do it again until seonghwa quickly covered your lips with his hand, your words muffled by the man’s palm.

“yes, i like you too. have been for a while now.” he said, slowly removing his hand away from your lips to let you speak.

he watched at how you dumbfoundedly stared at him before reaching up to gently pinch your own arm as if to see whether this was a dream or not, grimacing at the sight as you emitted a quiet hiss from the sting against your skin. this was definitely not a dream. without another word, your arms were suddenly thrown around his neck to pull him into a tight hug, seonghwa grunting at the sudden weight and caught you in his arms, making sure that he could balance the both of you so he wouldn’t end up falling down from the sudden hug, his own arms wrapped around your frame as he buried his face against your soft hair. though none of you were talking, it was enough to let seonghwa know how you felt. and somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you were right.

today is a good day indeed.

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the sudden chime of bells ringing reached your ears, making you look up from the tea pot you were using to brew a fresh batch of chamomile tea, an indication a customer has walked into your tea house. walking over to the door, you were about to greet the customer until your eyes met a pair of dark brown ones. the same dark brown eyes that curiously gazed around your little tea house. the same white shirt and washed denim jeans that made him look so effortlessly stunning. the same honey-ish strands that make you want to run your fingers through them at how soft it looked.

park seonghwa smiled over at you, despite the slight tiredness in his eyes from almost a day spending his time at the kindergarten. you made quick strides towards the male and enveloped him into a tight hug, to which he returned almost instantly. with a soft kiss being placed against the top of your head, he pulled away slightly just enough to have a good look of your face. only then, a low chortle rumbled against his chest as his hand picked at something in your hair.

“i’m starting to think that you like it whenever i pick the dried tea leaves off your hair, chamomile.” he teased, showing you the dried tea leaves between his fingers.

“and i’m starting to think that you forgot your girlfriend is a tea maker of this tea house. obviously i would have some dried tea leaves on me occasionally.” you retorted with a laugh.

it has been almost a year since the two of you ended up together. the first couple of dates were a tad bit awkward, clearly shy once you had entered the next level in your relationship. yet, you would always silently thank seonghwa for being able to melt away the awkward ice between the two of you.

of course, like any relationship, the two of you had your ups and downs. the fights you had could range from playful bickers to serious ones but not to the extent of it getting too serious. at the end of the day, the both of you knew that relationships require a lot of teamwork in many ways possible and sometimes, disagreements could even happen. so instead of about to yell at each other’s faces, one of you would leave the room to cool down for a bit before words that are thrown without even meaning to, be released. once either of you have calmed down, it was either you or seonghwa that would approach the other to apologise, finally making up and discussing your disagreements so the other would understand.

“is that chamomile tea i smell?” seonghwa asked, to which, you nodded with a little smile on your lips.

“mm, and i also made some strawberry tarts for us. don’t think that i ever forgot your favourite dessert.” you giggled as soon as seonghwa pressed fleeting kisses all over your face, knowing how much the man loves the said dessert.

“you’re spoiling me, my chamomile.” he whispered, lips brushing against your own.

“as you should be with how hard you work.” you chuckled and planted one last kiss on his lips before pulling him further in your tea house.

“now, come on. let’s talk about our days, hm?”

you never would have thought the stranger who had walked into your tea house during his morning walk turned into your significant other. but you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

as long as you are with park seonghwa by your side, you are content with what you have.

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You Make It Easy - Billy Hargrove // p.1

Setting: December of 1984

➳ You struggle to not fall for the boy next door, but what you don’t know is that he already fell for you.

Whew this is my first imagine after a while, I really hope this doesn’t suck yikes!! I really fell completely in love with Billy this season so i’ll prob make hella fics about him oop- // also this will be like a mini series I guess, I’ve already written the second part so I’ll be posting it sometime tomorrow, the rest is still a work in progress. I don’t know how many chapters there will be in total **there may be some mistakes, i proof read this several times but i might’ve missed some things**

Word count: 2k oops

Warnings: cursing, some mentions violence and abuse, and it’s kinda sad

Your dad parked the moving truck in front of a new house in Hawkins, Indiana. You step out of the car and sniffed the cold Indiana air, taking in the new surroundings. The neighborhood was nice and family oriented, there were a couple of kids playing tag and some were drawing on the sidewalks. Light snow fell from the sky making the surroundings feel peaceful and calm. You looked around trying to familiarize yourself with your new neighborhood when a guy with curly dirty blond hair caught your eye. He was sitting on the porch steps of his own home which was situated next to yours. He was wearing a jean jacket with blue jeans. Underneath the jacket was a plain white shirt and a plain gold chain adorned his neck. You stared at him as he took a puff out of his cigarette. He looked ethereal, the sunlight hit him so perfectly that he looked like he was glowing. You didn’t realize how hard you were staring until he turned to look at you, making you jump and immediately turn your attention to the boxes that were needed to be put inside.

You focused your attention to the boxes in the truck, trying hard to forget how embarrassed you were. You pulled out a box that belonged to your new room, you slightly struggled at how heavy it was.

“Need help with that?” An unfamiliar voice spoke behind you. Who the hell?

You turned around and saw him, the same guy you were just staring at. Your hands trembled and your arms began to give in and drop the box you are holding, but thankfully he was there to catch it. You could feel your cheeks burning up in embarrassment, but he didn’t comment on it.

“Um… I.. I got it… th-thanks.” You stuttered out a reply as you tried to take back the box.

He laughed at your attempt at getting back the box and spoke, “Bullshit, you clearly almost dropped it. C’mon let me help you.”

“I don’t want to bother you, s-seriously. It’s… um… fine.”

He shook his head no and started to head towards your front door with the box, “Where does this go to?” He asked, stopping at the entrance of your house.

“Oh, how nice! You’ve already made a friend, Y/N! I knew you’d settle right in.” Your mom smiled at you while stepping out of the truck. “Mom please not now.” You thought to yourself.

You took a deep breath and made your way towards the curly haired boy, ignoring your mom’s comment. “That belongs in my room, here I’ll show you,” You said as you led him upstairs and into a room towards the left of the stairs. “Just put it there, thanks.”

“No problem, I’m Billy by the way and I take it that your name is Y/N.” Billy said as he gently placed the box on the carpeted floor of your room.

“Yup, that’s my name,” You stood there and gave him a small awkward smile, “Sorry for staring at you by the way. I do that a lot when I space out.” You said, giving Billy a bullshit excuse, hoping he’d believe it.

“Right, like you weren’t captivated by my beauty.” He teased giving you a sly smile to which you rolled your eyes at.

“Captivated? More like repulsed. Did you not see me scramble away?”

“Whatever you say Y/N, give it a month and you’ll fall in love with me.” Billy smirked at you jokingly, making you roll your eyes once more. You acted annoyed but those words were now imprinted onto your brain. Would it be really that easy to fall in love with him?

“With that attitude? Never. Anyway, there’s more boxes downstairs, less talking more helping.” You dismissed the topic at hand and herded him outside. Give it a month and you’ll fall in love with me. That sentence echoed in your head for the rest of the day.

That was how you met Billy Hargrove, the charming boy next door that you became fast friends with and the same charming boy who stole your heart, even though you refused to admit it. That same week that you moved in, he brought you to every place in Hawkins he knew. He took you to the record shop, to the nearby lake, to the hilltop that overlooked the town, to every little place he found beautiful. School was out until January so you two were able to hang out everyday and explore Hawkins. Hanging out everyday of course included endless conversations. You two talked about every little thing but you noticed that he never talked about his family or his family life. Billy avoided the topic of family like a plague. Whenever you would ask about his mom, his sister, or his dad he’d quickly change the topic, and you never once pressed him for an answer, until one night.

It was around 9 p.m you heard screaming coming from the Hargrove residence. You couldn’t make out the words, but it was two voices. One was the ever so familiar voice of Billy Hargrove and the other was what you guessed was his dad. You bite your nails nervously, hoping that Billy was okay. You glued yourself close to your kitchen window trying to piece together what was happening next door.

“Worthless piece of shit!” Billy’s dad screamed loud and clear, it was the first coherent phrase you heard after listening in for about 20 minutes. The scream is then followed by what it sounded like a slap and then after that a few grunts of pain and more incoherent screaming followed by total silence. By then you were worried, maybe this is why Billy never mentioned his family.

You rushed out to your front porch hoping you see your friend outside. As soon as you opened your front door, Billy was there as if he summoned by command. He staggered outside his house while rubbing his jaw, wincing through the pain. His lip was busted and a bruise was forming under his eye. As soon as he saw you standing by your front porch, he began to walk towards you. You were the only person he could think of to go to for comfort.

“Billy what happened? Are you okay?” You rushed towards him, engulfing him with a big hug. He leaned into your touch, finding peace and security in your embrace.

“Hey since you’re here can you help me clean this shit off?” He pointed at his bloody face, “I can’t have my face looking like this. It’s my best feature.” He gave you a small smile, wincing afterwards. Despite him being clearly hurt he still managed to smile at the sight of you and crack a joke. You didn’t smile however, instead you carefully caressed his soft face, trying not to break down at the sight of him. He didn’t deserve any of this. Not even an ounce.

You assisted him inside your house, you were glad your parents weren’t home because they’d definitely be asking one hundred and one questions right about now. You helped him walk to your dining room and there he sat on one of your dining chairs. You hurried to the bathroom for the first aid kit and a damp washcloth. You sat in front of him and softly rubbed away the dried blood by his mouth. You stared at his eyes and saw how tired and worn out he was, you figured this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Billy said icily, snatching the washcloth away from you and doing the job himself.

“Like what? Give me that.” You retorted and snatched the cloth back, returning to what you were doing.

“Like you pity me, I don’t need pity.”

“Billy that’s not what this is, I care about you. I’m just… I’m just worried. I’m worried about you. Does he do this to you a lot?” You asked him, you glanced at his blue eyes briefly before opening the first aid kit to retrieve some alcohol wipes. Billy blinked at you as if he couldn’t believe that you actually care, but eventually he speaks up.

“He.. he does this… every other day, but I thought I could go a whole week without being his personal punching bag, guess I was wrong though. Turns out he doesn’t give a shit about how the new neighbors would think of him.” Billy answers, wincing as you gently cleaned up his wounded lip with an alcohol wipe.

“Can I ask why he did it? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to of course.” You said as you finished cleaning up his face, it looked better than it was before, but of course the bruises remained.

“No it’s fine, he got pissed because I forgot to pick up Max, my sister, at the arcade. She was supposed to be home an hour ago but I was with friends so I forgot.”

“Why didn’t he just do it himself? He has a damn car doesn’t he? Did he forget that he is in fact a father?”

Billy chuckled at your response, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Despite the bruises and wounds, he still managed to look like an angel.

“Neil’s a lazy piece of shit, all he does is go to work for a few hours and come back home to either drink, sleep, or beat the shit out of me. He doesn’t give two shits about Max and I.” Billy took a deep breath and looked down, his eyes not meeting yours. He looked so vulnerable and so broken, all you wanted to do was hold him forever. “So because of that,” Billy continued, “I’m in charge of taking care of Max. It’s me and Susan actually, but mostly me. Apparently I’m the fucking father and mother now.”

You tucked a loose curl behind Billy’s ear, trying to comfort him. You didn’t know what to say, what would you even say to someone who’s pouring their heart out to you? So all you did was listen. You sat there in silence listening urging him to continue, letting you know that you’re here for him.

“It’s just complete fucking bullshit, I hate living there. I want to get away from here some day, but right now I’m stuck in this shit hole town and I’ll just have to deal with it.” Billy finished with an angry huff. He lifted his head up and looked at you, you saw that there were tears forming in his eyes that were threatening to fall. Billy tried blinking them away but failed.

“Next time he does this to you, come over right away and don’t hesitate. I don’t care how late or how early it is, I want you to come here, so you can be safe.” You said softly so only he can hear.

The tears that Billy tried to blink away finally fell from his eyes and he sobbed. You could tell that all the pent up anger and sadness took over him. He reached for you and held you tight as if any second now you’d slip away. You held him tightly in return, reassuring him that you’re here. A few tears fell from your eyes but you wiped them away quickly, trying to be strong for Billy.

“Hey it’s okay, it’s alright. I’m here okay? I’m here for you, always. All the time.”

“Thank you Y/N,” Billy’s voice was muffled, his head was on the crook of your neck, “I’ve never told anyone this and now you’re here to listen to me and I just… thank you. Thank you for being here.”

That was the first time you’ve ever felt something towards Billy other than friendship. It was new and scary since this is your best and only friend and feeling this way might ruin everything, but despite that you’ve decided to suppress the feeling and stayed close friends with him. Never uttering a word about how you felt towards him and labeling your relationship as strictly platonic. What you didn’t know, however, was that Billy felt the same way too, ever since the day you moved in next door.

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YIkesssss i really hope that didn’t suck, im honestly lowkey nervous about this fic. I’ll post part two soon :))

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{Collection} Countdown to Christmas

Here to wish a very Merry Christmas to my favorite person in the world. ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

It’s still the most wonderful time of the year! 🎄✨

1. “Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

Little Walter Sullivan paused, turning to look over his shoulder at Mommi Monica before a smile split his cherubic features. He’d been caught red-handed, the berry twig still in his fingers. Monica put her hands on her hips, pretending to give him a scolding look--one that had him giggling.

“Now what’s with all this mistletoe? Could it be...” Monica moved closer to the little boy perched on top of the couch, sweeping him up in her arms to pepper his face with kisses. “...that you want lots of kisses from Mommi?”

Little Walter’s squeals of excitement filled the room as he clung around Monica’s neck, leaning into each kiss to soak up like rays of sunlight.

“Mer’y Chrismas Mommi!” Little Walter’s speech wasn’t perfect, but his message was--full of love and adoration for his Mommi Dearest, who rewarded him with another kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Little Walter.”

2. “Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

Monica tried and failed to suppress her giggle at the faux impatient tone. The asker, Rosinante--known much more affectionately to her as Cora, was standing in the doorway, hands on his hips, bent down to clear the mistletoe poised at the top of the frame. His long, heart-adorned hat tassels hung like temptations below his painted, smiling face and Monica moved away from the Christmas cookie-covered counter, laughing.

“You see, I was told it’s tradition to kiss under the mistletoe,” Cora encouraged, bending even further to ensure his towering height wasn’t a problem for the apple of his eye. “But my lips have yet to be kissed.”

“Did you ask Law?” Monica teased, which earned her a laugh.

“Law comes later, you’re always first.” Cora pursed his painted lips as if to demonstrate and drive his point home.

Monica stood up on her tip-toes to deliver Cora’s Christmas kiss, which ended in a squeal as he scooped her up, straightening to his towering height with her in his arms--still giving her kiss after kiss, unable to stop himself.

“WHO THE FUCK STOLE THE KISSING PLANT THING OUT OF MY DOORWAY?!”

Doflamingo’s shouts from the hallway were promptly ignored by Cora and his heart, mostly because he went the opposite direction of them immediately.

3. “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Augustus Cole grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to Monica’s mouth. His dark skin was cold to the touch, causing Monica to laugh softly as he pressed closer as if seeking her warmth.

“Thanks babygirl, it’s cold as fuck outside.”

Monica reached up, cupping Cole’s face in her hands, giving his cheeks a few affectionate rubs to bring some heat back into them.

“Poor thing! Let me get you all warmed up again.”

Cole grinned, holding the mug of cocoa in one large hand as if it were the Holy Grail itself--and since Monica made it for him, it might as well have been.

Damon Baird rolled his eyes from his spot behind Monica, thoroughly sick of Cole mooching affection off Monica by complaining about a situation he put himself in. “If it’s so cold, why do you always insist on goin’ out and building those dumbass snowmen?”

Cole was spared from answering about his yearly tradition when a pounding on the window caught the attention of the trio. Dot was standing on the other side still bundled up in the snow--and she fogged up the glass with her breath before writing, very clearly and with much conviction--

SHUT UP MEG.

4. “You look even more beautiful in the snow.”

“I mean,” Peter Parker stammered, cutting himself off with a laugh. “I didn’t think it was possible for you, you’re so beautiful anyway but...”

He paused, turning to face Monica again. The lights from the bridge below caught at the snowflakes in her gorgeous wealth of hair, and though she couldn’t blush, the cold kissed rose on her skin anyway, lending her a glowing, ethereal hue to her already porcelain skin. She really did take his breath away, but under the moon on Christmas Eve, standing with him atop a bridge, thwipped up here just to show her something not everyone could...Peter might be willing to make the argument she’d never looked more beautiful.

“S-Shut up, Peter,” Monica laughed herself, shaking her head and moved to turn away--but Peter wouldn’t let her. He easily caught her face in his hands, pulling her gently up onto her toes so he could press a kiss to her sweet, beckoning mouth.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Parker,” he breathed, his own heart racing at the words spoken from his lips to hers. “I love you.”

5. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

Monica paused, for a moment or two stunned speechless by the response.

Milano Dastarden didn’t often break expression, but there was amusement dancing in the darkness of his fathomless eyes. “You’re surprised because typically, that line is coming from you. Not being said to you.”

“...I shouldn’t be surprised you’re pinning me to the wall like Dottie does.” Monica narrowed her eyes playfully at the old vampire, who perked a brow at her in return.

“Were I to pin you to the wall, littlest one, it would not be with words.”

Ever grateful she couldn’t blush, Monica cleared her throat and thrust the wrapped gift toward Milano.

“P-Please,” she shook her head and gave the present an enticing wiggle. “Merry Christmas.”

Milano didn’t rise nor did he move from his high-backed chair. Instead, his dark eyes flicked to his lap.

“Bring it to me.”

The tone, typically imperious and demanding, was not with her. It was imploring, beckoning, and though Monica’s legs were nervous she did as he bade. Taking the seat upon his offered lap, once again she found herself dwarfed by the shadow of the Vampire. Her kin in every way.

Milano wrapped long fingers around the present, his other arm sweeping around the prize in his lap to hold her close.

“Regardless of what I find inside this wrapping paper,” Milano’s voice was deep, ever-thoughtful. “It is your heart that I will covet as a gift above all else. Never forget that, little sister.”

Monica didn’t think she ever would.

6. “Go on, open it.”

“Geez, Tony, don’t pop out of your can.” Carol Danvers teased, leaning against Tony’s bar, the billionaire shooting her a look.

“What? I’m excited, she’s going to love it.”

Carol rolled her eyes, a good-natured grin on her face, but she nodded her blonde head toward the box in front of Monica’s stool. “What do you think’s in there, angelface, one of Tony’s old helmets? His ego keeps growing so his head’s too big to fit in it anymore.”

Tony Stark pursed his lips, his trademark goatee adding a little extra sass to the expression. “You know, Carebear, you don’t have to be in here for this.”

“Oh I definitely do because what I got her will definitely be better than what you did.” Carol took a swig of her beer. “So I’ll shut up and let her open it now.”

Tony slowly dragged his eyes from his long-time friend to soften as they fell upon the love of his life, little Monica, seated so prettily upon his bar stool, her two-foot tall wrapped box a little to the side in front of her. “Go ahead, babygirl. Merry Christmas.”

“T-Thank you Daddy!” Monica reached for the lid, excitement making her tummy flip but she’d barely began to lift the lid when it popped open and one of the Iron Man robots she’d cooed over was peeking out at her, his emoticon screen reading :D before she could even fully register what she was seeing. Once she did, she felt that familiar pinch in her chest, cute aggression running rampant as the round-bodied little robot clamored it’s way out of his box to run up to her and hug her, calling her “Mama!” immediately.

Monica felt her eyes fill with tears as she squeezed the red and gold toddler-sized bot with all her might, and Tony turned a smug expression to Carol.

“Top that, Spaceface.”

Carol didn’t seem fazed, taking another drink from her beer as she pushed off the bar to go get her present for their little girl. “If you insist. I was gonna let you bask in this for a bit longer, but have it your way.”

“...It’s Christmas, Carol.”

“Merry Christmas, Tony!”

7. “Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?”

Jedidiah “Bubba” Sawyer tilted his head, brown curls like a halo around his head as he regarded the beautiful, gilded star in Momma Monica’s little hands. His own fingers, long and thick, twisted in his sugar and flour splattered apron (as he just finished putting another batch of Christmas cookies in the oven!) because he didn’t think he should touch something so pretty! That was...the same way he felt about Momma, too.

Thomas “Tommy” Hewitt was nearby, putting sparkly baubles on the tree, and he grunted an encouragement to Bubba to take the star--or he was going to, because he liked Momma’s attention just as much as Bubba did.

Bubba babbled something incoherent to Monica but Tommy knew what it meant--

‘I’m goin’, I’m goin’! Don’t rush me, this is important!’

Shaking fingers, usually so sure of themselves with bloodier, gorier tasks, reached for the star and Monica handed it to Bubba with a smile--one that turned his heart to goo in his chest, making his broad shoulders turn in as he tried not to shy away. Her smile was brighter than the star in his hands!

Bubba turned toward the tree, more than tall enough to reach it...but he paused, looking down at the star then turning back to his Momma.

“What’s...What’s wrong?” Monica felt herself panicking a little, worried she wouldn’t be able to understand Bubba if something was wrong.

But to her surprise, Bubba bent down, scooping her up to sit on his broad shoulder. Once she was settled, he handed her the star and pointed toward the tree, babbling like a toddler would--only with a voice that sounded as though it were coming from a furnace, deep and rumbling and warm.

Monica understood all the same, gingerly placing the star on the top of the tree with Bubba’s heightened help.

“How’s that?” Monica asked, and even behind Bubba’s mask, she could see flashes of teeth and scarred bone--he was smiling.

8. “Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Cavon Dreadful didn’t even pause, his whisky bottle up-ended over the bowl of eggnog, his grin all wolf teeth.

“Had to, babydoll, Pops threw out my last batch.”

“He’s going to throw you out if you ruin another batch of eggnog.” Monica made no move to try and stop Cavon, though--she never did.

“I ain’t ruin that one, aight, those were his words and besides, there’s other bowls of this stuff around,” Cavon finished his “special batch” by finishing the bottle, reaching out to snag his lifemate around her petite waist and dragging her into his side--firmly making her an accomplice to his “crimes”. “We’ll just say this batch is for Ewan an’ me, no one else has to drink it.”

“Is that the best excuse you have?” Monica couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not used to having to explain yourself, yet, are you?”

“No the fuck I’m not,” Cavon admitted effortlessly, leaning down to rub noses with her. “But that’s why I got you, babydoll, you distract Pops for me just fine.”

“You’re literally throwing me to the wolves.”

“Naaaah,” Cavon scooped her up, carrying her to go find his Father to do said distraction. “That’s what Dot did when she introduced ya to us. I’m just feeding ya to a Lion.”

“...How is that any better?”

Cavon paused, before thoughtfully replying, “You like when he eats ya? I hear ya screamin’ all the way out in Ewan’s shed--”

“I’m telling Poppy what you did.”

“...But it’s Christmas, baby.”

9. “Ho ho ho, you idiot.”

“Nope, no, you’re still being mean.”

Namor McKenzie sighed from his position, wearing a Santa hat, looking entirely unamused and somewhat annoyed, while Arthur Curry, wearing over-sized elf ears, was trying to get the Sub-Mariner to be ‘jolly’. It was not going well.

“I don’t see why we’re doing this--”

“Because Monica will like it if we get a picture dressed up like this!” Arthur exclaimed as if that were the answer to all of life’s questions--ask anyone in the Haus and it really was.

“Then why am I Santa and you’re the elf?” Namor flicked the fluffy bauble tip of the hat out of his face, his long dark hair framing heavily displeased features. “Monica does not even like Santa.”

“...Well that’s true.”

“And she likes elves,” Namor gave Arthur a pointed look. “So I ask again, why are you the elf and I am the fat man she does not even like?”

Arthur could answer that question but Namor was known for throwing fits and Arthur really wanted this Christmas picture present to go over well.

“What if you’re the one to get her to like Santa?” Arthur asked, heavily muscled arms out enticingly. “Think about it, what if you’re the exception to her dislike of Santa, rule?”

Namor paused, looking thoughtful. “...That would put me ahead of everyone else...”

“Yes it would.” Arthur scooped up his smart phone, bringing it over. “So, picture!”

Later, Monica would receive a framed picture of Namor as Santa and Arthur as his Christmas Elf--and it would be the first picture on record of Namor actually smiling and looking jolly, all for the Christmas Angel in their lives.

10. Make a wish.

For the Haus, it was simple. A Christmas wish may not be tradition for other Families but this was no ordinary Family; this was a Family that had survived it’s fair share of struggles and hardships, it’s fair share of bad weather and worse storms but come through to the sunshine and rainbows on the other side. This was a Family who supported one another, who loved and lost together, who faced each new day one foot in front of the other, together.

All of this was done to make a safe, happy, loving home for the woman they loved more than anything else. Monica would never have to wonder what next Christmas would bring because the Family had proven, time and time again, it would always be here. Through thick and thin, sickness and health, life and death, forever meant forever when said in the halls of the Haus.

For her, every, “I love you,” “I’m here for you,” “I need you,” every word said was meant.

And so when the clock struck midnight and Christmas officially came, the Haus wish was a unanimous one, and the same wish uttered in the halls every single year.

“May this year be the same as the last.”

Because Christmas isn’t Christmas without Monica at it’s heart.

Merry Christmas Monica, we love you!

#{collection} : once a week #{theme} : for monica

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In Which Healing Takes Two

Summary: hun, could i request a shadowhunters raphael x reader? in which she's built a wall around herself and keeps from loving others cause she feels she isn't enough and no one will ever truly love her. but raphael has always noticed her and ever little thing about her makes him fall for her even more. when he confesses to her, she rejects him, hurting both of them. but he soon finds out from izzy that she really does love him and when they talk, the reader opens up about her depression and anxiety. but it ends all fluffy when he admits that he truly loves and supports her no matter what. and he genuinely cares for her and they get together

Request: by the lovely, @slowly-but-shurley.

Warnings: Raphael Santiago x Reader, Angst, Fluff Ending.

Note: I came back with a bang! I hope you all enjoyed this and forever know that you are undeniably valid in this world. Anyone who says otherwise can go sashay away.

Why did it hurt to breathe?

It was as if you wanted every breath to be your last one. Every day, the pain led to the numbness spiraling in your soul and there was absolutely nothing you could do except revel in the cruelty of life.

Empty. Broken. Lifeless. It was rather ironic that the only thing you could feel tore you apart. Ironic, but disgustingly painful.

That was life for you; an endless loop of questionable life decisions and pitiful thoughts.

How lovely.

“So, I’m going out for pizza with Raphael tonight.” Isabelle Lightwood was probably the only thing constant in your life. She was a friend as she was a distraction from your messed up life. “Do you want to come?”

“Raphael?” You asked timidly as you watched the scenery outside.

“Raphael Santiago, silly.” Izzy laughed — one of the many endearing qualities of hers. From the corner of your eye, you could see her trying on some leather jackets. “You met him last year.”

“I don’t remember.” You shrugged with a heavy sigh. At the moment, your mind resembled a Stygian forest — dark, hollow, and aimless. You didn’t really want to exert any effort to wander out of the bottomless pit of nothingness.

“Pale, handsome, tall, a bit of a drama queen,” Isabelle listed with a sly smile on her face. “Oh, and a Vampire, too.”

“Okay.”

Then you finally realized who he was. But, of course, you wouldn’t have chosen those words to describe him. You would have said he was unrealistically beautiful despite his bloodthirsty tendencies.

Raph was your friend for a thousand different reasons. One of which you felt comfortable around him. For some reason, both of you became better around each other.

Your thoughts went downhill the moment you considered the end to the aforementioned friendship. And there it was, the son of a bitch you identified as depression.

Funnily enough, you did end up going with Isabelle that night. Dressed in this morning’s sweater and baggy jeans, you were ready to find some closure before the next wave of anxiety hit you.

Like always, you weren’t bothered by the stiff, cold air of the night. It must be because you were used to the freezing chill the emanated from your vacuous body. Ah, agony nurtured you into a pathetic poet.

You reached the remote diner quickly than you thought you would. Since there weren’t many people hanging around, it was quite easy to spot your pearlescent friend.

“Fancy seeing you here, princess.” Raphael engulfed you in a tight hug once you reached him — the familiar sweet scent bringing you a taste of calmness. He dipped his head closer to you, “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” You deadpanned, sliding into the booth beside Izzy. “It’s the I just got out of bed look.”

“And somehow you still managed to look breathtaking.” Raphael winked.

The night was filled with subtle flirtatious hints, gigantic slices of pizza, and overused jokes that were kind of hilarious. All of which you were mentally absent for.

You closed the night out with a slow chomp of your pizza. The next moment, you were ahead of the others, already taking your place outside into the moonlight abyss.

Crickets and blaring horns greeted you right away. This was your home, you thought. A cacophony of a darkened city. Coincidentally, that was the exact description of your mind.

“Y/N!”

Looking behind you, you saw Raphael jogging towards you with a hint of a smile playing around on his lips. He furrowed his eyebrows for a second in question, “Aren’t you cold?”

“No, I’m used to it anyways.” You answered promptly. “Where’s Izzy?”

“She went to the girls’ room for a minute.” Raphael fiddled with his fingers for a few moments before taking a deep breath. “Listen, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” You replied. For some reason, you didn’t want to meet his gaze. There was something about his words that sent your heart pounding quicker in nervousness.

“Do you want to go out tomorrow night?” He finally asked, his voice quivering at some words at the end. The real question was the whereabouts of his usual confidence.

“We just went did today,” You acknowledged dismissively with a quizzical raise of your eyebrows.

“No, I-I,” Raphael began to stammer. The pressure levels filling up his entire being. Nonetheless, he soldiered through the upcoming embarrassment with a brave front. “I meant a date. Wi-Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night.”

He was asking you out. It was the very thing you feared most of all: a deep relationship. No. You couldn’t allow it. It was better if you’d go through the pain now then later. The heartbreak would be even antagonizing.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You were panicking. The thought of leaving him broke every inch of your dignity, at the same time you didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to ruin him but you didn’t want to feel pain again. “I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

Selfishly, you ran away. Leaving the only person who could keep you sane in this horrid life.

“How could you just reject him like that?”

“There was no rejection involved whatsoever.” You replied idly the next day when Isabelle barged into your room, interrupting your session staring at the ceiling.

“You really broke his heart, Y/N.” She said, in a tone similar to the way a mother would scold her child for impish behavior.

“You would know a lot about that, don’t you, Isabelle?” You muttered aimlessly, tragically wanting to be left alone with your malevolent thoughts.

“Excuse me, what?”

“I said,” You sat upright now, heat coursing through your veins. “You seem to know a lot about Raphael’s heartbreak. Speaking from experience?”

Izzy gasped in shock, it was definitely unexpected coming from you. Nonetheless, she kept her composure. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re going through—”

“That’s the thing! Nobody knows and it’s driving me crazy.” You began to shout, not even knowing if you were understandable. “I’m so scared, Izzy. Everyone I love is going to leave me. I just-I just thought that if I kept to myself, it would hurt a lot less. But I’m losing my goddamn mind, and I’m scared.”

All this pent-up feeling, these thoughts finally voiced into words, it made an impact on you. To have finally shared these fears, it felt like an escape. A haven that you wished for since time and time again.

Isabella wasted no time in wrapping you in a tight hug. “Oh, darling, why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Because I was a coward.”

“Raphael, I am so sorry.”

After the next few hours, you took it upon yourself to get up from the bed and meet up with Raphael at the local park that evening. You stayed in a secluded area, sitting beside him on a bench where not many people could see you. Though it was quite awkward so you broke the silence with an apology.

“No, it’s okay. It’s my fault.” He said, keeping his eyes forward — though it really was hurting him to not look at you.

“No, Raph, I was scared.” You managed hesitantly. You were worried and panicking again at the thought of expressing some of the things that haunted you every day. It was frightening to the point your fingers started to shake.

As you tried to calm your newfound quickened breathing and jittering leg, you spoke with even more croaky words. “Raphael, I–I–”

Suddenly, you were tearing up. The fogginess in your eyes brought you panic. Then you couldn’t feel your fingers. You were trying to breathe but you just couldn’t. Raphael didn’t notice your panic attack until you were sobbing loudly, desperately clawing at your chest to find peace.

His voice was lost in the sea of your vicious thoughts and incoherent cries of help. You were panting, inhaling more air than you should. You closed your eyes, trying to bask in the comfort of anything, but your fear of the darkness betrayed you.

Was this the end?

Or was this the sign that you could never experience happiness or forgiveness?

Either way, you were ready to give up. To shut down. To forever succumb to the inevitability of sorrow and despair, the absolute demon clamoring to take over your mind.

But then you heard his voice. The familiar calming baritone of his that comforted you no matter what. For whatever reason, or decision of fate, you somehow heard Raphael. Just him.

And he was saying, “Come on, princess. Breathe for me. It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m never leaving you. Just breathe for me, please.”

Although it brought you back to the horrid reality in which the pain festered in your chest, his voice was a change from the menacing inside voice that tormented you. Shaking your head violently, “S–s–so p–p–painful. . . I c–c – can't.”

You felt his arms wrap around you. His natural iciness seemed to disappear, and instead, he was actually warming you up. He was stroking your hair, whispering the sweetest of words.

Time began to speed up. Before you knew it, you had calmed down. Only the faint noise of the city sounds and your sniffles could be heard. After hours of just staring at the night sky, laying on Raphael’s chest, you whispered, “Raph, why does it hurt so much to breathe?”

“I wonder the exact same thing,” Raphael replied just as softly, never ceasing to massage your head. “But suddenly, I don’t feel lonely anymore.”

Taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry for everything. This emotional baggage. The mess. Everything. I’m so sorry.”

He paused his hand movements, tenderly placing his head on top of yours. “You don’t have to be sorry for anything. It’s life. I won’t love you any less because of this.”

“You love me?” You asked.

He hugged you a little tighter. “Ever since I met you and every little thing about you.”

“Will you stay with me, Raph?” You burrowed deeper into his hold, happily drowning in his scent. Today was a hell of an emotional rollercoaster, but thank heavens that it ended on a somewhat good note.

“Forever.”

Suddenly, breathing didn’t hurt as much.

(shadowhunters tag list: @slowly-but-shurley)

#shadowhunters x you #shadowhunters x reader #shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunters fanfiction #shadowhunters #raphael santiago #raphael santiago x you #raphael santiago imagine #raphael santiago x reader #raphael santiago fanfiction #requests are open #reader insert #request #isabelle lightwood imagine #isabelle lightwood

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Broken constellations, Chapter 3- desperate mistakes

Jessica's POV

"Why." She says, looking at me, with something like desperation,

"Why..?" I glance at her, before realizing what she's asking. .

"Why do you all torment me? What did I do to you to piss you off so bad? This place is hell enough without you- and your- bullshit...." She trails off, looking away.

My hands tighten on the steering wheel and I take a breath in as I park, and I want to tell her that I have a good reason. I want to tell her I'm sorry and I would've never gone along if I knew her but I don't know her and I don't know what to tell her.

"I see." She says, Angry and hurt. I move my hands to say something but nothing comes, and she storms off. I turn off my car and slam my head into the dash, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. DAMMIT!

I get out of the car and go after her, hoping I can compose the words to explain I am a horrible human being who deserves to burn in Hell?!?

I rush in and Amber smiles, pulling me to our group. Rex frowns at me, and Erika smiles falsely.

"You ran off last night-"

"Why don't you shove Erika in it. You didn't mind doing that when I was upset last night." I snap, and Amber frowns.

"Happy V-Day!!!!" Amber smiles, tossing little Valentine's out. I see Quincey Addams passing- she's a cute girl. Nice. She's got bright blue short hair in a curly pixie cut, a pink beanie and a pink hoodie with a jean jacket and skinny jeans with boots. She's carrying a basket of baked goods and smiles at me, I take the chance to ignore Erika and Rex and smile back.

"Happy valentines, Quinn!"

She blinks and smiles really wide,

"You too Jessica!!! And uh," she leans in and whispers, "congrats on Cassie-" she giggles and runs off- I feel myself turn pink before looking at Amber.

"Happy V-day Am." I smile at Amber and notice Cassiopeia arguing with teddy at the vending machine. I pull back until she goes inside and walk in with the group, ignoring Erika and Rex, Amber stands between us to ease the tension. All I can focus on is the situation, and how Cassiopeia was the only person who asked about it. And she had some solid advice. And how I've been nothing but absolutely horrid to her just because I could. I sit down and give her a smile, at some point in that blur of a morning.

Amber and I go to math, and I see Cassiopeia curl over in her seat, conflicted. I want to walk over and tell her it's okay and I'm sorry and that I want to know her, but I find myself lacking the confidence and the words. She hands Amber three sheets of pictures, and I take two, writing down a note.

I need to talk to her.

I might go crazy if I don't.

•T•i•m•e•s•k•i•p•

After school I hurry to my car, Amber following me. Erika starts Getting in and I turn around and glare.

"Don't." I bark, feeling my breath get quicker and angry.

She rolls her eyes and puts her hands up like she's surrendering and strolling away. Amber gets in, biting her lip.

"I'm sorry- you found out like that."

What.

"Excuse me?!? You- you knew?!?!?" I whip around to Amber and feel my heart break a little more.

"I- I've known since last summer... I was gonna tell you- but- you both seemed so happy and I didn't wanna mess anything up." She smiles sadly, and I drive silently.

"Are you- Okay.... Jessie...?" She looks at me, and I keep looking ahead, no Cassie. Dammit. I drive to her house in silence. Teddy lives over here, so does Erika. I pull up to her driveway, and she hugs me.

"I know you're not okay. I should've told you. I just didn't want to lose you guys. You're all I have anymore. You've seen my home. It's a war zone. I don't want you guys to be one too. I love you too much." She leaves that to linger in the air as she leaves the car, and I sit there, feeling my lip tremble and my eyes sting and I sob, my throat burns as I fail to compose myself. Why does it hurt so much?? I knew he didn't care about me but I also thought he loved me. Or maybe I wanted to think that... I wanted him to be true. I wanted to have it with him. I wanted him. And now I've just got this- this empty pit in my gut that's burning and hurting and I want it to stop and I want the pain to go away, I want it all to stop. I haphazardly drive home, calming my shaking hands just enough to get back, and check the note on the fridge.

I cant breathe, every breath burns going down and rips it's way through my lungs and my stomach is on a tower of terror- it goes up and down and drops over and over again and I can't help but think of how much everything hurts right now. Everything is causing so much pain and I can't even see the damn wound. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. It makes me want to forget the day for at least a minute.

"Went out for the week, Doodlebug. Love you. Be back Friday."

I tear open the liquor cabinet and down the vodka, some tequila, and enough brandy to forget the next twenty four hours. I stuff my face with cold pizza and I sit on the kitchen floor, sick of emotions

"Cassieeeee" I remember I need to talk to Cassie. Yes. I need to do that. I want to talk to her right now. She makes the blurry shit clear. Yes. Rex is a dick and Cassie is warm.

With Rex being a dick, and Erika being a backstabbing bitch, and Amber being an emotional mess, Cassie is clean. Cassie is neat and comforting.

I get up and check the time: woah. It's 12:39 am. I stumble over and knock on the door . I keep knocking until she opens the door tiredly, in shorts and a hoodie that falls over her thighs.

"Jessica... what the fu-"

"Cassie we need to talk!" I hug her and pet her hair, hoping she'll listen. It's soft like it looks and fluffy, and she's warm. She's super warm. I wonder what her hugs feel like. "We need to talk like. I said in the note you read I saw you read it and. I wanna talk to you."

"Dear god you smell like a bar." She takes me up some stairs to her room: it's baby blue and there are fairy lights, a pastel day bed with a princess canopy around it, a white dresser and stuffed animals.

That's when it all got fuzzy.

And I woke up to Cassie's back, her in a bra, and curled up under the covers.

Fuck.

Cassie's POV- 12:39 am last night.

I had just finished watching a movie to get the day off my mind, a long walk home and getting chewed out, all I wanted to do was relax and recharge.

But my life has gone to hell, so you know that didn't happen.

There's banging downstairs on the back door, and i go to tell whoever it is to fuck off, when I see a very intoxicated, very exhausting Jessica "Jessie" Smith.

Joy.

I open the door, very much done with this grade-A, amateur fan fiction type bullshit.

"Jessica.. what the fu-"

She cut me off with incoherent slurs, saying my name and then trailing off. She stumbles into me and starts running her hands in my hair, mumbling "note-talk-we-yes"

"Dear god. You smell like a bar, you need to go home."

"Nn-Nnh!" She Shakes her head no- she probably won't remember half of this when she wakes up. She keeps insisting herself closer to me and I give in, bringing her inside and locking the door again (for safety), I push her up the stairs and to my room. I go to pull the mattress out of the closet when she just flops herself on my bed, I sigh. I'm so done with this, I swear to god. She's the last person I want in my house, nevertheless my life. I sit down on the side of the bed and put my head in my hands, a headache forming. This- whatever this was, was something I would have to clean up in the morning. I groan and try to lay down, its better than having her drunkly crying or whining or something. I turn on the fan and lay down, taking my hoodie off. I think about the last two days, and part of me is happy I'm not alone.

But most of me wants to kill myself.

Jessica's POV- 5 am.

Cassie starts sitting up, sliding her hoodie on, and she shakes me. I sit there in shock, with a major headache. I can't remember last night. Cassie nudges me again, a little less gently.

"Get up. My dads gonna come here to wake me up soon. You need to be gone."

Shit. That's right, we have school. I sit up and get up, stumbling. She hands me my shoes and ushers me out.

I turn pink, and the thought crosses my mind and I have to know-

"Did we- you know...." I look at her,

"What-?!? No! Jesus, Jessica. Of course not. You came here drunk and crying and refused to leave." She whispers, rolling her eyes and pushing me out the back door.

"Ill.... see you at school...?" I ask, smiling awkwardly.

"Maybe." She says, shutting the door. I stand there for a second before making my way back to my place, shutting the door. I slide down it, and text Amber.

Jessie 🖤: hey Bichhhhhh. Feeling sick. Won't be in today. I love you, Amb. XOXO.

Amber 🤪: Okay, stay safe. I really hope we can work this out, Jessie. I don't want you guys at each other's throats.

I log onto my dads computer and shoot the school and email, before going back to bed.

Cassie's POV: 6 am.

My dad opens the door, and I groan, curling up. He looks at me, and I frown.

"Dad, I feel sick. Can I stay home today?"

He frowns, and walks over to feel my head. He looks at me for a long time, before nodding yes.

"Cass, I love you. I don't know what's going on in your life- but you know you can talk to me. I'm your dad. I love you kiddo." He Walks out, and I lay back down, curling up and falling asleep. I wake up to a series of texts from teddy.

Teddy: where r you

We need to talk.

R you avoiding me?

Cassie this isn't funny.

We need to talk, Cass.

Are you at home?

I'm gonna drop by.

Answer me, Cassiopeia.

We need to talk about yesterday.

Why r you not answering me?!

Hey.

Ugh. I'm not entertaining him. After what he did yesterday the thought of seeing him makes me sick. Maybe he thought I was making an excuse or trying to get out- which I was, but I'm bisexual with a preference for women, and he needs to respect that.

No means no no matter what.

I go downstairs and see no one else is home, my mom probably went to the store and everyone else is at school, so. I have some much needed alone time.

I scrounge for the cold pizza and blueberry Soda, turn the TV on to the channel playing friends, and sit down with my junk food. After a few episodes, I clean up my plate and I hear a knock at the door. It's probably teddy, and I decide I better answer it than ignore him.

I walk and open it up, seeing the tall blonde with an uncharacteristic solemn look.

"Theodore." I say, closing the door and crossing my arms.

"Cassie. Don't do that. You know I care about you-" I roll my eyes as he talks. "What?"

"You care so much." I look up at him, a bit upset. "That's why you basically told me it was a phase. Really good friend, someone comes out to you and you insist that you can cure their gayness."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You've been leading me on, if anything!"

" leading you on? I'm sorry. I'm sorry you're forcing your emotions on me and you're upset that they're not mutual. I don't want to see you right now Teddy." I turn around and he grabs my wrist. I ball my fist.

"Let go of me right now."

He moves his hands to my waist and pulls me to him, rough. Moving down my hips to-

"No!! Not until you see that-"

I turn around and punch him in the face, ripping my body away from him , I walk inside and lock the doors, I wait until his footsteps retreat and slump down it, feeling... wrong.

I curl up in a ball and cry.

I want my life back.

#wlw #jessie and cassie #lgbt story #broken constellations

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America is cracking up, the first presidential debate proved

If you did not watch what could only charitably be described as a “debate” between the two US presidential candidates last night, I can assure you that you made a wise decision.

If you chose to read a book; if you chose to go for a long walk; if you chose to knit; if you chose to do anything other than participate in the mad, incoherent, made-for-TV farce, you chose to spend your time doing something more valuable than enduring a 90-minute spectacle that was testament to the sad state of America today.

The lunacy on display was the product of the presence of Donald Trump and Donald Trump alone. I am not going to engage in false equivalency and suggest that the Democratic challenger, Joe Biden, was, somehow, equally responsible for the chaos across that ricocheted television screens.

Trump proved, once more, that he is a pitiful excuse for a president. Calmness, thoughtfulness, maturity and rationality are anathema to Trump. Every disgraceful measure of this disgraceful president was on parade for a hellish evening.

Trump shouted obsc amenities. He lied. He thundered. He deflected. He smirked. He, incredibly, played, again and again, the victim of a fictitious media cabal and an equally fictitious attempted coup d'état.

This at a time when more than 200,000 Americans have died avoidable deaths, falling victim to a COVID-19 outbreak compounded by a near-criminally incompetent president who once insisted that the lethal virus would magically disappear by Easter.

Still, there were two halting moments that stood out - neon bright. First, Trump refused, yet again, to reject or condemn unequivocally white supremacy. Instead, he defended far-right vigilantism.

Second, Trump refused, yet again, to tell his militant supporters to stop hurting and killing Americans for exercising their right to vote or to protest.

Instead, he told his legion of rabid, gun-toting fascist militias to "stand back and stand by". The overt, unvarnished message was as unmistakable as it was reprehensible: be prepared, on my orders, to intimidate, threaten or harm your fellow citizens - whom I swore to protect and defend - to preserve my interests.

By comparison, Biden gamely tried to share his ideas and prescriptions for what he would do as president. Agree or disagree with those ideas and prescriptions, Biden spoke to American voters with a discernible degree of gravitas and earnestness.

On CNN, the same, largely monochromatic bunch of know-it-all-all-the-time pundits who, prior to the “debate,” hyped the “epic” battle with hyperbole usually reserved for a Super Bowl, almost universally expressed horror at the “s *** show” they had just witnessed.

No one was surprised by Trump's unhinged performance, save the token Republican shill who suggested before the “debate” that it was unlikely Biden could withstand the withering attack that Trump was about to unleash.

Indeed, his chums agreed with him on this score: Trump was going to go after Biden relentlessly and, in effect, bash him like a human pinata. The president was, no doubt, primed to hurl a torrent of personal attacks, insults and epithets and, in so doing, put Biden routinely on the defensive.

Turns out, Trump behaved as expected. They yearned for a “s *** show” and they got one.

But he went too far, too often, the know-it-all-all-the-time pundits said, sadly.

Beyond the grating hypocrisy, the cable news networks trotted out the standard “debate” tropes with exasperating predictability.

An effervescent CNN personality assembled a group of socially-distanced, und voters from that notoriously fickle swing-state, Ohio. The gaggle of “I'm still on the fence” gnomes were treated with cloying deference and respect that they should never be afforded by anyone, at any time, for any reason.

As I wrote in an Al Jazeera opinion column earlier this month, if you are an “und decided” voter in the face of Trump's soul-and-synapse-shattering, nearly four-year-long cavalcade of craziness, perjury, and criminality then, my goodness, you have either been in a self-induced coma or some form of witness-protection program.

At the time of this writing, Trump has been in office more than 32,000 hours. The effervescent CNN host did not bother to ask the “und” gnomes why a one-and-half hour “debate” would help them make up their irresponsible minds when the previous 32,000 hours or more had not done the trick.

Finally, the Trump-Biden debate would be, we were told ad nauseam, a possible “inflection” point that could reframe the presidential election and its outcome.

If, like me, you do not suffer from short-term memory loss, you will remember the latest in a litany of these corporate-media-manufactured “inflection” points was Trump nominating yet another evangelical extremist to the US Supreme Court.

That happened late last week and Amy Coney Barrett's likely ascendency to the court was supposed to revive Trump's flailing campaign.

This week, that “inflection” point was replaced by another, unexpected “inflection” point after the New York Times reported on a trove of Trump's tax returns. The newspaper revealed that Trump has paid little or no federal income taxes for years. Oh well, so long Amy Coney Barrett.

I suspect the shameful travesty that occurred last night will not be a vaunted “inflection” point, either.

Whoever wins, America is cracking up - and that is not debatable.

The views expressed in this article are the author's own and do not necessarily reflect Al Jazeera's editorial stance.

#world Read full article: https://expatimes.com/?p=11217&feed_id=8177

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kawaiidragonpotato · 7 years

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A Heated Heart (Peter Parker x Reader) Part Two

(Warnings: Strong Language, bout it for this chapter)

Summary: You are new to Midtown High and have yet to discover your genius friend Parker's secret, yet you have begun to discover your feelings for him as you constantly are hitting on him. Peter doesn't know how to react.

You let out a sigh as you take your seat in your science class. Your seat was at the front next to the teacher's desk, allowing you to look at where the rest of the students will be seated. Before you were kicked out of your previous schools you were able to get your science requirements met and pass your science classes (surprisingly). So here you are being a T.A. (Teacher's Assistant) for Honors Biology. You did Okay in Biology but watching the teacher write half the crap she did on the board gave you a headache. In fact a lot of your classes involved you being a T.A. for a teacher that desperately needed one in that specific class, seeing as you had passed certain classes already (something the Principal was shocked by), You knew your stuff you just got pissed off a little too easily. But it seemed you got lucky as the Principal simply decided you would help out the Honors and AP classes instead, which was your own brand of hell mind you (so in a way not that lucky). Boredly your eyes roam the classroom and scan the students that have begun to mill in, your eyes landing on a familiar mop of brown hair. A smirk appears on your face as you kick your legs up onto the teacher's desk (she didn't mind as long as you shoes were not dirty) and lean back to get more comfortable. You watch as he begins to assort his stuff on his tabletop and once he is done begins to stretch. You arch a brow as he bends his arms behind his back and pulls them up, causing his shirt to lift up enough for you to let out a wolf whistle, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

Peter freezes as he hears someone whistle, his eyes opening in shock and alarm as he looks in the direction of the noise, only to relax once his eyes clash with familiar, sharp (e/c) eyes that are twinkling with mischief at him. (Y/n) wiggled her eyebrows and winks at him once she know she has his attention, causing Peter to cough into his fist in embarrassment as other classmates have seen this interaction and begin to whisper to one another about it.

(Y/n) had been in Midtown High for about a month now and when Peter was not hanging out with her or Ned he had classes with her, as a T.A., constantly embarrassing him and making him squirm in his seat. You would think Spiderman would have a better grasp of things and not be able to be embarrassed so easily. But he was a teenager before he was a vigilante, and he could not help but to be flustered (if not albeit turned on) whenever (Y/n) would look his way with her smouldering (e/c) eyes and wiggle her eyebrows at him or lick her plump kissa- No! Peter shook his head slightly and jumped a little in his spot, realizing he was daydreaming while staring in (Y/n)'s direction. She seemed to not notice as she was on her phone, her eyes closed and earbuds in, listening to her music till she was needed. Honors biology was a Biohazard in its own right with how many students were clumsy and causing accidents, breaking vials that held dangerous liquids to water. More often than not (Y/n) would walk around and make sure students were using their equipment correctly or try to prevent them from destroying it.

A few days ago Peter was lost daydreaming (about her) and almost burnt his hand, luckily, (y/n) reacted quickly and yanked his hand away, still insisting he put it underwater anyways in case he had gotten a mild burn with how close he was to the flame. He would not admit to her but later when he went home to Aunt May she had to treat his hand because he ended up getting a slight burn (luckily cause of his mutation it healed by the next day).

"Peter your doing it again" Ned whispers urgently next to him, causing Peter to nearly jump out of his seat in shock.

"N-ned! When did you get here?" Peter whispers in shock as he shakes slightly in his seat, wondering why his Spidey-senses did not warn him and figured it was cause Ned knew about his secret and was his friend (still didn't mean he was not cursing at his senses).

Ned shakes his head at Peter. "I have been here for a few minutes dude, you were too out of it daydreaming about (y/n)" Peter says 'Shh!' quite loudly as he shakes his hands at Ned with a silent plea in his eyes.

"Sorry! And I was not daydreaming about her. I was simply....observing her" Peter retorts lamely, knowing even his excuse sounds bad to him. Ned snorts.

"Yeah with her clothes off, in your mind" Ned holds back his laughter as Peter almost lunges out of his seat to try and suit Ned up, making him cause more of a scene then Ned. You look up upon seeing the quick movement Peter made in the corner of your eye, taking your earbuds out as you arch a eyebrow at the both of them.

"Problem boys?" (Y/n) inquires, Peter shaking his head so vigorously, she was surprised it had not flung off. Ned snickers as Peter gives him a weak glare and they both put their safety goggles on and prepare for the lab written on the board. Peter watches in the corner of his eye as (y/n) gets up from her seat an begins to look around and walk around the classroom to check in all the students, lingering to mingle with a few and crack a few jokes ("Do you like Science? Cause I got my ion you") before approaching his and Ned's table. He can feel his back muscles tense up and his Spidey-senses were going crazy, although not because he was in danger (at least he hopes he wasn't).

(Y/n) is walking behind Peter and Ned's table, admiring how Peter seems to be leaning on his arms as he concentrates on the scribbles (that's what you call his penmanship) on his notebook. He seems to wiggle his hips slightly to an invisible beat as he brings the eraser if his pencil to his mouth and bites it slowly. If he was not so innocent you would swear he was doing this shit on purpose. You get up to Peter's side and lean over his shoulder to try and decipher his writing but do nothing but cause your head to spin. Noticing that he seems to be done you can not help but to smirk as you get your mouth dangerously close to his ear, feeling him shudder as you let out a breath and feel a sense of satisfaction.

"Are you made of Nickel, Cerium, Arsenic and Sulfur?," Peter seems to freeze as he hesitantly looks at you through his lashes, making him even cuter in your eyes (and by cute you mean hot). His cheeks are slightly flushed as he swallows slowly and licks his lips nervously, wondering what you were thinking.

"N-no..?" Peter looks at you confused now as he seemed to finally process what you asked. Your lips upturn into what Peter can only describe as a seductive smile as you lean back over to whisper in his ear once more.

"Shame. Because you've got a NiCe AsS" You laugh lightly in his ear, notice the shiver that racks his body cause of it as you pull away, noticing how his eyes seemed to be dilated as he stares at you. You lick your lips and wink at him, laughing slightly as you turn around to go back to your seat.

Peter feels like you are purposefully swaying your hips as you go to your seat. He stares at you intensely while you begun to quietly talk to the teacher, only snapping out of it when Ned nudges him in the gut.

"You have got it bad man. And I thought it was bad last time. I felt violated just staring at you two" Ned shudders as Peter flushes till the tips of his ears are pink and mumbles incoherently as they wrap up the lab. Ned looks over as he helps to put away the equipment to see Peter staring at his notebook with a concentrated look. "Bugging you that bad huh?" Ned asks as Peter shakes his head 'no' and looks a bit frustrated now.

"No, what's bugging me is if she is being serious or not. I can not tell with (y/n). She has been a mystery since I met her" Peter groans as he threads his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Ned snorts and looks at Peter like he was being overdramatic (cause he kind of was). "Says the guy who is a web-slinging vigilante at night" Peter practically falls out of his seat as he tries to cover Ned's mouth and looks around in paranoia, Ned not looking impressed.

Peter looks over toward (y/n) to see her finishing up her conversation with the teacher before she grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder, casually walking out of the classroom without even a wave in his direction. He feels his heart drop to his stomach at the blatant form of rejection, proving that her flirting was never serious and she was simply toying with him like...

"..! Oi! Parker! Peter! You coming or what?" (Y/n)'s voice snapped him out of it as he looks up in shock to see her waiting at the door for him, causally leaning against the door with a small smile on her face (probably cause he was gaping at her like a fish). She jerks her head at the door as her smile slowly gets bigger. "Teach said I could leave early with you. So lets go dreamboy" she teased as Peter scrambles for his stuff and rushes a 'goodbye' out of his lips for Ned as he stuffs it all in his backpack hurriedly as he practically sprints out of the door, (y/n) actually giggling as she turns and slowly leaves the room in a more graceful manner than Peter (his foot caught the door jam and he stumbled).

Ned looks at Peter's spot to see that he left behind his notebook and before he could even think about getting it to give to Peter, said boy hauls ass into the room and grabs his notebook, waves at Ned, then hauls ass out the door once more. Ned can not help but to shake his head and sigh as he stares at the door a long with the rest of the student body in the classroom, waiting for the end of the period. "He so has got it bad for her".

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[End of Part Two which I think is longer which means my phone was just being a bitch when I wrote the first Part. Fuck you too phone. Anyways. The summary on the first part is the summary of the whole one shot. While the summary for the parts will summarize what is happening in this part I guess you could say. So there could be one or two more parts till this is done so yay me. I'm on a roll cause I'm all happy and shit. Yay me. Also I do not know how to link Part One to this so if someone could help me do that via phone I would be very grateful. Deuces ya'll.

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humanz-and-gorillaz · 7 years

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maybe its just my phone? oh well!!! can i have the bad reacting to an s/o who is like a super fun party animal and is just a laugh when on a night out :) :p thank youu!!!! x

Oh sorry this took so long! I’m not much of a party person so I had to dig around because I didn’t want to be repetitive. I also accidentally queued it. I hope this is what you were looking for! ~Robin

2D/Stuart Pot

You had met 2D while he was getting a law degree. Coincidentally, you both happened to go to the same university and landed a few classes together in the second quarter. There was an instant connection that very quickly sprouted into a full blown relationship. The only problem though, was that every Saturday night you would disappear and never answer any of his messages or calls. It didn’t bother him too much at the beginning and he didn’t want to be rude and ask either, but as the weeks passed it got a little irritating. He first got a hint of your party lifestyle when two younger students walked past him saying, “can you believe y/n did that?? That was sick!”

“Oh, uh, excuse me,” was all he was able to get out as the students walked away, completely ignoring him. 2D huffed in annoyance at how rude they were before turning to get to class. Maybe he had just heard it in his head. He took his seat in class trying to clear his thoughts when lo and behold, the girls next to him also started talking about his s/o. Stuart was in disbelief. There was no way you could have taken that many car bombs and beat a whole fraternity at beer pong; and there was absolutely no possible way you could have won every single dance off. Actually, yes he could, you were one hell of a dancer. But still. He wasn’t sure why you had kept this wild side of you a secret but either way, he wanted to see it himself and he wanted to be a part of it. He’d lean over to the girls next to him and ask sweetly, “excuse me but, when is the next party?”

Stuart dropped the butt of the cigarette he had been smoking on his way to the party and burned it out under his shoe. He looked at the house that had a lawn littered in solo cups and people walking in and out like it was their own home. He had a cute little boost of confidence as he stepped into the crowded house and wiggled his way around to find you, enjoying some drinks along the way. Your moves were entrancing, the way your hips rocked and the way you smiled while you sang along made his heart race. You were lost in the music, solo cup in one hand and the other in the air when you felt two arms wrap around your waist. Your first instinct was to shove whoever did that off of you but the grasp was comfortingly familiar. You turned around and saw it was your boyfriend 2D who had this eager look in his eyes. You two had danced in each other’s apartments for kicks several times before and he had that same exact look now. You smiled and handed your cup to someone before taking 2D’s hands and dancing. Neither of you touched a drink for the rest of the night as you were both drunk off of each other’s moves and laughs. Even as the crowd dissipated, you both kept moving until your body could no longer keep up. You pulled him down to your height as you yelled into his year it was time to go home.

2D carried you on his back since your apartment was walking distance. You had a dorky little grin on your face, arms loosely hanging over his shoulders. “I didn’t know you liked parties y/n.”

“I love them.”

“Is there another one next week?”

“Yea, it’s at Brian Collins’ house.”

“Can I come?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Stuart. Of course you will. That’s not an option.”

Russel Hobbs

You had invited Russel to join you to the block party near your house. You had just moved into your neighborhood that was a foot away from a college so there was no doubt that the parties would be wild, alcoholic, and filled with people looking for a little extra that night. During the summer time your street was nice and quiet but the college students were back and you just couldn’t resist the opportunity to sneak into these parties. Russel wasn’t the biggest party person but you really wanted to go to these parties and how could he say no? Besides, a majority of college kids couldn’t even keep it in their pants yet so maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to come along just in case. Every house on the street had lights on and music loud so you went hopping from house to house. Russel although hesitant at first, quickly got into the feel of the night and the energy you provided. He’d been a little reserved at first as well, simply watching you and looking out for anyone with dirty intentions. The night was still young when you made it to the third house. It was obnoxious and you could feel the bass of the music in your chest and the inflated egos with only a table full of beer between them fought for the title. You loved it. The music was deafening so Russel didn’t hear when you said you wanted to have a turn at beer pong. After a couple of minutes you turned to Russel and beckoned him over to be your partner. He gave the other side a challenging look with a smirk plastered on his face. If there was one thing that he was good at in regards to parties, it was beer pong. The vibrations of the music rippled the beer inside the cups very soon to be replaced by those of the pong balls landing inside. One. Two. Three. Four. Five balls landed on the opposing team’s side before they got one in on your side. He offered to drink it, you simply laughed and downed it like it was water. As the night wore on, your energy began to rub on him. Very quickly he was playing all kinds of drinking games with you and taking shots of tequila between bittersweet, messy kisses. Being such a party person, you had quite the tolerance but you couldn’t keep up with Russ. When you stumbled over to him in high spirits he knew it was time to call it a night. “Just one more house babe,” slipped out of your lips over and over as he carried you back home. He laughed and figured you didn’t even realize you two had left the parties behind. He listened to your incoherent mumbling that was always followed by a “you know?” while helping you put on something more comfortable and responding with “yea I know.”

“Hey Russ?”

“Yes y/n?”

“Am I gonna have a hangover tomorrow?”

“Most likely.”

‘Oh…will you take care of me then?”

“Of course.”

Noodle

When Noodle found out you were a party animal she was ecstatic about it. While she wouldn’t call herself a party animal, Noodle knew all of the places to get down and she didn’t mind going out to nightclubs from time to time. It took you both a couple weeks to clear up your schedule but boy were you both excited when the upcoming Friday fit perfectly. You’d both gotten all dressed up for the club you were heading to. You were both a little hesitant since it was Murdoc’s recommendation so who knew if it really was as great as he made it sound. You and Noodle sat in the uber silently. You could call it the calm before the storm. You slipped the guard at the entrance a twenty to let you skip the line. Both of you initially were simply shocked by the nightclub. The only light available was the blue neon lights and strobe lights over the dance floor. Noodle grasped your arm in excitement and pulled you over to the bar. “On the count of three, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One…two..three!” You both downed the shot. Noodle scrunched her nose at the burning sensation but you didn’t flinch as you went for another one. Once you both had loosened up you made your way to the dance floor. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the music, or maybe it was the fact that Noodle was here with you, but either way, you went wild. Every step was in sync with the music. Every sway of your hips snagged Noodle’s attention. You were simply intoxicating to watch. She was quick to join you, hands on each other’s hips as you both went into a high from the music. Both perfectly synchronized as you shared kisses between bass drops and highballs. You danced together until the buzz of the alcohol started to wear off and your feet ached. Noodle took your hand and both of you wandered over to a table. “I bet I can drink more than you.”

“Are you challenging me?”

“Loser pays for the cab next time.”

“Deal,” and so both of you counted to three and took a shot. Then two. Then three. Four Irish Car Bombs and a variety of highballs that made you both choke as your throats burned from all of the intake. It was perfect. Noodle lost count after who knows how many highballs and both of you lost track of time. Neither of you realized that the nightclub had closed nor did you want to leave so the poor, tired Stuart Pot had to drag himself out of bed at 3 in the morning to pick both of you up. It took a little convincing to get you both to stumble out of your chairs and to the car. You and Noodle were supporting each other, arms wrapped around each other and uncontrollable laughing when the other lost their footing on your way out. The car ride home was nothing but the exchange of kisses and giggles; 2D even got criticized for his driving at a few turns. The exhaustion truly hit the Both of you when you stepped foot in the house and dragged each other up the stairs before collapsing on Noodle’s bed. She had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow with her arms wrapped around you as you began to drift. It was a blissful moment of you would even remember it in the morning, but even then, you had a lovely little hangover waiting for you.

Murdoc Niccals

It was the night before the album drop and it had been Murdoc’s idea to invite everyone and their dog to the house. You didn’t mind at all. If anything, you were pretty psyched about it considering this would be first time hosting your own party. Well, more like co-hosting. You had helped Murdoc get set up and make sure all the lights were working, making sure the stereo set was set up, and most importantly, making sure they had enough ice. He took credit for getting the ice but if we’re being honest, he only remembered after you had asked. To be honest, Murdoc didn’t take you for a party person. You were always so calm and collected that the thought of you going wild at parties didn’t occur to him even as you made those tasty alcoholic concoctions that the two of you shared as you tied up the last few strings of the night; he simply thought it was just a special talent you hid from him. People came in waves every fifteen minutes and before you knew it, you had lost track of where Murdoc had gone. You trusted him though so you went to the kitchen and had a few drinks to loosen yourself up and really get in the mood. Murdoc had simply gone outside for a smoke. He threw the butt down and smothered it with his shoe and quickly went back in. We’d be lucky if we made it to eleven without some sort of noise complaint. Fuck whoever would send that. When he entered the house it was oddly quiet, even with the music blaring at the level it was. A majority of the party was down in the basement but even then, people were usually up here chatting and grabbing drinks. A small group of girls walked past him giggling and went down to the basement. After a few seconds of debating, Murdoc made his way down and followed the bright lights and heavy bass. Murdoc’s eyes, like everyone else’s, landed on a pair of people standing over a table. They were taking shots to see who’d black out first. Due to the amount of people, Murdoc couldn’t see their faces but he knew the person on the left wouldn’t last more than six more shots. He leaned against the frame of the staircase; damn, his s/o was really missing out on this. Eight shots were exchanged before the person on the left stumbled and tapped out while everyone went wild. Some yelling in delight and others exchanging quick bets they made with the person beside them. Meanwhile, the silhouette on the right bounced up and down in celebration of their win. Murdoc decided that because he was the host he needed to congratulate the winner. He pushed his way through the crowd that was slowly going back to what it was before. “You really did a number on that other fellow didn’t you?” When you turned to respond Murdoc’s jaw hit the floor. There was just no way that it was you that won that bout of drinking.

“Oh I know, right? I thought he would last way longer than me but I guess not and-” you looked at Murdoc and snorted. He wasn’t hiding his thoughts at all. It was a little cute but more funny than anything else, “what? Surprised that your s/o can handle their alcohol?” He still had a bit of a dumbfounded look as you dragged him towards the center of the floor and began to dance, with him following soon after. He was absolutely in love with this newfound you. Murdoc watched as you danced and he quickly followed suit to match your dancing with his. You were both having the time of your life, dancing innocently at first, but nothing remains innocent for long with you in his reach. Murdoc had a dirty little grin on his face as he concluded that he definitely needed to take you to more parties.

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