#something went from cursed to lowkey adorable

[pettydollie]

could you IMAGINE bakugou having a gf whos a teacher?? but not just any teacher, nono. a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. lowkey when he sees u teaching a kid abt counting apples or something, he will think abt having children with you. just seeing you being so gentle nd sweet with little brats munchkins turns his brain into mush.

on one particular day, he went into your classroom wearing his hero costume for a little q/a type thing. everyone was so impressed just by looking at him, even if they didn't know who he was. they were all sat whispering to their friends at small desks as bakugou's large figure just strutted in LOL.

you give him a tiny little peck when he walked into the classroom, to which some kids let out "ooo"s and snickered. you clapped your hands together. "okay boys and girls, let's walk over to the magic carpet for circle time!" you led bakugou with you to the large rug where two chairs were set.

the kids were all sat in a circle, excitedly waiting to talk to the number two hero!! bakugou sat down somewhat awkwardly as for the first time in a while, he was a teeeensy bit nervous for whatever reason. "today we have a special guest joining us for circle time! does anyone know who he is?" you grinned as you saw many hands go up.

"yes, ryu?" you picked on an adorable little boy in the center. "that's mr. dynamite from the news!" he yelled.

"that's right, ryu! but let's use our inside voices, please." you smiled. "does anyone know what mr. dynamite does?" you questioned again. one little girl was squirming in her seat, hand held high. "go ahead, kanako." you nodded to the girl who sat up straighter upon being called on.

"he saves people, l/n-sensei!"

"damn right i do." bakugou smirked pridefully. you lightly nudged his shoulder. "no cursing." you whispered. he rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "okay, starting from this side of the rug," you pointed to the left. "you can ask anything you want to the hero, as long as you are kind. and if you don't have a question just say 'pass' and we'll go straight to the next person." you announced. all the children nodded in unison.

"start us off, please." you handed the 'talking mic' to the first kid. "mr. dynamite sir, where are your blasters?" he curiously turned his head to the side. "huh?-" bakugou looked down at his hands. "my gauntlets? left those guys at work. they're too powerful to be here." he answered.

the punks students continued to ask their questions and bakugou replied calmly like this was an everyday event. "you're big." a boy stated. bakugou quirked a brow. that's all this brat had to say? "i know." he replied nonchalantly. "why?" the kid blinked, keeping a straight face.

"uh, why?? i dunno, kid. jus' the way i am." he shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. the kid folded his arms and moved to sit on his knees. "it's my turn now.." a quiet girl next to him tapped on his shoulder, reaching out for the mic. the boy stuck out his tongue at her before turning away to look at bakugou again. "thas' not a real answer."

"kenji, that wasn't kind. you had your turn, now please give the mic to haru." you frowned. haru's eyes turned glossy and her lip began to quiver, but kenji still wasn't letting up. "thas' not fair, sensei!" kenji whined.

"hold it, kid." bakugou stepped in. kenji's attention turned to bakugou, an angry pout written all over his face. "ya ask me sum dumb question," he began. oh gosh, a dumb question? he's not wrong, but he can't say that to a 5 year old! "katsuki." you muttered, trying to get him to stop. but he kept going anyway.

"but i answered it, right? y'r not being a team player to y'r classmate, buddy." bakugou finished, waiting to see what would happen next. the room fell silent. kenji had listened, handed the microphone to haru. he was still upset though, everyone could see it.

"one minute, haru. kenji," you called out. the boy looked up with fat tears in his eyes. "is there something you want to say to your friend?" kenji wiped his eyes with the back of sleeve and mumbled "sorry." to haru. "is okay." haru accepted happily with a toothy grin.

bakugou leaned back in his chair, feeling satisfied with himself as the questions continued. huh, who knew right? you could get used to this.

when the period was over, bakugou waved goodbye to all the kids. however, he bent down in front of kenji and put his fist out. although the child was still somewhat annoyed, he couldn't hold in his grin as he fist bumped a pro hero. "let's all say 'thank you' to, mr. dynamite!" you stood up from your chair, folding your hands together.

"thank you, mr. dynamite!!"

bakugou kissed your cheek and walked to the door with you following behind. you opened the door and he adjusted his mask quickly. he ruffled your hair. "see ya at home, babe."

a/n: literally so rushed im so sorry i just had this thought and i had to get it out. will for sure be coming back to this later :D

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[libraryofloveletters]

Back At It Again

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

Warnings: unrequited feelings, childhood friends to something more than friends but less than lovers, mentions of charles' past relationships (charlotte and giada), hints towards there something being wrong in charles and charlotte's relationship, lorenzo gives reader a bit of a reality check, reader's lowkey delulu for charles (like some of y'all), a few time jumps, monaco curse, france 2022 DNF and my personal vendetta against ferrari is showing again sorry.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: I feel like I never write charles outside of the daddy & me + three series so here you go, sorry for breaking your hearts in advance :))

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Attached at the hip. Everyone knew wherever Charles was, you were only but a few feet away.

It had been like this since you were children, Charles sat next to you in class when he was there. The boy leant over, peeking at your page before scribbling the answers onto his own paper and flashing you a smile.

If you stopped to think, maybe he had you wrapped around his finger since then.

You had always had a soft spot for the driver; except back then, Charles was just Charles. A sweet, soft spoken, smiley little boy with a horrendous bowl cut - something you still teased him about.

A photo hung on your living room wall; you and Charles as children on the front steps of your elementary school, the ice cream that Lorenzo had bought you two dripped all over your faces, hands and uniforms.

There's a big grin on Charles' face as he looks towards the camera but you? You were looking at him, the adoration written across your face.

Sometimes you wondered if you had stopped yourself then, if you would have ended up where you were today.

As much as you held a soft spot for Charles, he held one for you; you were his safe space.

When things got tough and he didn't know what to do or who to turn to, it was you he came running too and you took him in, consoled him with open arms every single time. You dropped everything and everyone the moment Charles came running.

The man had a hold over you, something everyone but you and him seemed to see.

You were madly in love with him and frankly, it clouded all of your judgement. You held him to the highest of standards, you just hoped that one day he'd see you in the same light.

---

You found yourself in his driver's room. Charles had invited you along to your home race in Monaco, he had just started with Ferrari and after his split from Giada, he needed some support. You being the good friend you were, well.. you were there for him anytime he called.

He was excited, his first home race with the team had always dreamt of racing with and you, as his best friend, you were just as excited.

Charles found himself starting in P16 but he was certain he could fight his way up, he held out a hope that he'd win but at the very least, get the car into points for the weekend.

Things were going okay in the race, Charles was slowly but surely moving up the leaderboard but it was barely the beginning of the race.

Lap 8 was unfortunately as far as Charles's Monaco Grand Prix went.

The Ferrari driver made his way back to the garage after an incident with Nico Hulkenberg. Charles passes by, quietly making his way to his driver's room to change and you wait for a few minutes before following him, knocking on the door that was shut.

"Charles?" you called from the other side, "can I come in?"

"Yeah," he says and you find him sitting on the bench in the corner of his room. He looks small, broken; it broke your heart to see him like that.

The door shuts behind you but you stay in place, your back to the door as you look around; various shades of Ferrari red, the logo of the prancing horse engraved into the wall.

It made you wonder if Charles ever regretted it.

He had barely started with Ferrari but he was young, so young and to have a world champion as a teammate, not to mention the pressure that comes with being a Ferrari driver on his shoulders at the age of 22 was a lot to handle.

He looks over at you, glancing at the empty spot beside him and you take that as a signal to join him, walking over and sitting next to the man.

"You okay?" You asked quietly and he shrugs. He won't look at you again but you don't miss when he brings his hand up to his face, the back of it wiping across his cheeks. "Charles," you whispered, your hand resting on his knee.

The driver finally looks over at you and it breaks your heart to see him like this. You tsked, arms open as he fell against you. Your touch brought him comfort, you rubbed his back softly as his breathing slowed, calming himself down. His skin was warm and sticky under his fireproofs, the material stuck to your hand and your chin rests on his head as he moves closer to you, holding onto you.

"It's not your fault," you whispered and Charles shook his head, you can feel it against your chest. "It is. If only I turned another way-"

"Charles, no." You stopped him, giving him a nudge to sit up so he could look at you. "Listen, I might not be a racer but even I could see that what happened was Nico's fault. You can't blame yourself for that, there's nothing you could have done differently. I'm sure the team knows that, ask Seb - I know he'd tell you the same thing."

He sniffled, pulling the collar of his top up to wipe his face. He pulls the thing off, tossing it in the corner of his room.

It's quiet again, the two of you sitting next to each other in silence, Charles stared at the wall and you, well you were looking at him - you were always looking at him.

He turns to you, his hand coming up to touch your face, cupping your jaw. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to speak. There's a small smile on his face, "thank you, y/n, for everything."

You return the smile, your hand wrapping around his wrist before giving it a small squeeze. "Anything for you, Charles, you know that."

---

Summer break rolls around, Charles is now in his second year with Ferrari and things are going reasonably okay.

He ended off the first half of the season with a DNF in Hungary but he was certain things would pick back up in Belgium after the break.

It's a typical Sunday in Monaco; sunny, hot, people were at ease, out for a stroll or a drive but the Leclerc's were having lunch at Pascale's.

She had invited her boys over for lunch, to have them all home at the same time was a rare treat these days. It was a family day, which meant no girlfriends but you were there but you were always there. Charles' parents, especially his mother, had always seen you like another one of their children; the daughter they always wished to have.

Lunch was on the balcony today, chatting with a side of people watching. Charles sat next to you, his arm stretched out over the back of your chair as you laughed at something Arthur, who sat next to their mother, said. Lorenzo eyes the two of you from the head of the table, his arm on the edge of the table, chin resting on the palm of his hand.

The plates were empty when you stood, starting to pick them up. "Let me help," Pascale goes to stand but you stop her, "no no, you relax. You made lunch, it's the least I could do."

She smiles at you, thanking you as you cleared the table and took everything inside. You had just put away the leftovers and were about to start on washing the dishes when Lorenzo came in, bringing in the empty wine glasses.

"Thank you," you smiled at the oldest Leclerc brother.

He nods, leaning on the counter as he watches you wash the dishes. "What?" You look over at him, setting the plate in the dish rack carefully. "Worried I'll break mama's good china?" You joked and he smiled, shaking his head.

"Are you okay?" You ask seriously, despite you two knowing each other for years, it was unusual for him to just hang around like this.

"Yeah, are you?"

Your brows furrow, setting the washed glasses into the dish rack. "I'm fine, Enzo. You're sure you're okay?" You asked, your back to him as you wiped your hand on the hand towel.

He shrugs and you take that as a drop in the conversation, about to walk back to the balcony but he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. "I love you like a sister, y/n, so this is why I'm telling you this." He starts.

Worried would be an understatement, all the possibilities spin around your head, from good to bad and you're still racking your brain as to what he wants to tell you.

"Don't let Charles stop you from living your life, y/n." You look at him confused, blinking a few times before you speak. "Wha- Lorenzo, he's not stopping me from doing anything."

"I know he's got you fooled, has you thinking that you'll be next, that he'll come running to you and never leave but he always does. I love him, he's my brother but he's a fuck up when it comes to relationships. He loves you, we all know this but in his own fucked up way, he think you'll always be there for him and that's why he keeps stringing you along. He's in a relationship, y/n, don't forget that."

"Lorenzo, why are you-"

"Listen, I just don't want to see you hurt. I don't want you to wait on him and then when you finally realize he's using you in his own messed up way, that it'd be too late and your whole life has passed you by."

You pause, unsure how to process what he's just told you. You know he's right, you wished he wasn't but he was.

You did the only thing you could think of, the only thing that could keep this going - somewhere in your own fucked up delusions, you knew couldn't lose Charles, doesn't matter if you got hurt in the process.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Enzo." You say quietly, the man nods, sighing. "I know you do, you know exactly what I mean, y/n. Just be careful, okay?"

You don't answer but he looks at you, "do you understand me?" He asks once more and you nod, Lorenzo finally lets go of your wrist.

"Hey," a voice comes from behind Lorenzo; Charles. "Tout va bien?" (everything okay?)

Lorenzo turns to his brother, a smile on his face before he speaks. "Ouais, je parle juste du travail de y/n." (yeah, just talking about y/n's job.)

The man nods, glancing at you for confirmation and you smile, giving himself a subtle nod. Charles hums, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "C'mon, mom wants pictures." He sighs, grabbing your hand to pull you out with him.

You glance over your shoulder, looking back at Lorenzo who gives you a warning glare; he was looking out for you, despite his words cutting into you.

---

Laid to your left on the bed, your hand felt over the empty space to find your phone. Squinting, you checked the time - 4:53am.

Who the hell was knocking on your front door?

You pulled the robe on as you stood up, wrapping it around you and tying the knot as you begrudgingly followed the noise to the door. It didn't even occur to you to check who it was before you had already turned the handle.

Much to your surprise, it was Charles with his luggage in tow.

"Charles?" You blinked, rubbing your eyes to make sure you were seeing right. The man steps past you, letting himself into your apartment. He leaves his suitcase by the door, slipping his shoes off before heading to the kitchen. "Yeah okay, come on in then," you mumbled, shutting the door behind you.

He comes back, sitting himself on the couch. There's something in his hand, he pops one into his mouth - grapes. "I don't know what happened." He sighs, passing his hand over his face.

It takes you a second - who can blame you, it is 5 in the morning after all - but you finally connect the dots. He's home in Monaco, he raced yesterday, in France.

"How'd you get here? Isn't everything closed, wait did you drive?"

Charles shook his head, "took the last train out last night, well this morning."

"Okay," you hum, walking into the living room. "Do you want to go home? I can give you a ride -" "No."

"What's going on, Charles?"

You were genuinely confused and concerned about him. You had seen the race, you knew things went sideways fast and it's not like him to come home in such a rush, even if things did go wrong.

He sighs as he leans forward, his elbows on his knees as his face drops into his hands. "Things are bad."

"Meaning?"

"Charlotte," he admits.

This isn't the first time Charles had come running to you when things got tough between the two of them and frankly, it was often that he showed up at your doorstep with nowhere else to go.

"I can't see her right now, y/n." He looks up at you and you nod, walking over to sit next to him. "She's still your girlfriend, Charles. Whatever the issue is, you can talk it out."

"She doesn't understand, y/n - not the way you do." He turns in his seat to look at you, he looks so tired and broken; god, he's lost all the boyish joy you had always loved about him. Some would say it's age but you knew it was more than that. It was Ferrari and all that they made him out to be, the pressure of the world on his shoulders and he's trying, he's pushing and it never seems to be enough.

Ferrari is red; red like the colour of blood, the blood of their drivers, their broken hopes and shattered dreams. You don't escape that place without a fight, and a brutal one at that.

You can't help but reach out to him, your hand pressed to his cheek; warm, the stubble that's formed over the weekend prickled at your hand.

"You're my best friend, you understand me more than I understand myself sometimes." He chuckles, smiling at you.

"I'll always be here, Charles. You don't have to think twice about that."

He nods, smiling at you. "Can I.. stay the night?"

"Isn't.. she looking for you?" You asked hesitantly and he shakes his head. "She thinks I'm coming home on Tuesday, told her I'd be spending some time with Pierre and his family."

You think about it for a second, you know you really shouldn't let him stay. If you were such a good friend, as you had always claimed to be, you'd send him home, let him work out whatever issues he was having with his girlfriend but alas, you were but a woman and a selfish one that is.

Whatever you could do to keep him in your grasp, to live in this delusion for only a second more, you'd do it.

You justified it to yourself; he looks so tired and broken, you can't possibly kick him out.

"Yeah, stay as long as you need." You tell him and he smiles, pressing a kiss to your palm. "Tu es le meilleur," (you're the best.) he says, getting up and making his way down the hallway.

You assumed he was going to the bathroom but when it goes quiet in the hallway, you head over to check on him. "Charles?" You called, seeing that the bathroom door was open and the light was off but when you see your bedroom door open, you peek in to find him in bed.

Charles has always been comfortable in your space; too comfortable if anyone asked.

He was curled up on your bed, the duvet pulled over him with his socks left on your bedroom floor by the bed along with his hoodie and shirt discarded on the chair in the corner. You shook your head, tossing the robe on the chair before getting on the bed. You got into bed as quietly as you could but Charles must have felt the dip in the mattress, rolling over towards you, his arm stretched over your lap.

You smile to yourself, your hand reaching down to twirl a few strands of his hair.

As you looked down at the man, his brother's words rang in your hand.

Your blood runs cold and you feel sick, but you can't bring yourself to move.

---

Christmas has always been your favourite time of the year. Your apartment was decorated from the time November 1st rolled around. You had all out this year despite the fact that you were going to visit your sister in the states for the holidays.

You had just put the tray of cookies into the oven when there's a knock on the door. You make your way over, peeking through the peep hole to find Charles there.

"Hey," you give him a small smile when you open the door. He smiles, a bag in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. "Can I come in?" He asks - shockingly.

You step to the side, letting him in. You shut the door behind him before turning around to face the man. "Happy holidays, y/n," he hands the stuff over to you," this is for you."

"Thanks," you take the flowers and the bag, setting it down on the counter as you grab the vase for the flowers.

Per usual, he finds himself on the couch as he looks around. He took in the stuff you had put up since the last time he had been there; a tree in the corner filled with ornaments, garlands, you've changed the curtains on your windows and the hand towels in your kitchen, even the throw pillows were different.

He's sure your bedroom has had a Christmas makeover.

"You okay?" He looks over at you when he notices you're quiet. You nod, setting the flowers into the vase, "I'm fine."

You take a seat on the couch across from him, your legs folding under you when you sit. Charles looks at you a bit confused, not sure what you're doing all the way over there. He pats the spot next to him, "come sit with me, y/n. I missed you."

Rolling your eyes, you scoff at his words.

Now he was really confused. "What's wrong?"

Your hands fold over your chest, looking over at the man. His white knitted hoodie was a size too big for him, swallowing him whole. He looked adorable, you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms but you can't let yourself fall into this again; things never change.

He never changes.

"I'm sick of this, Charles."

"Of what?

"This," you gesture between the two of you, the man's head tilting to the left, brows furrowed. He's still unsure what you meant by that.

"You do this every time, Charles. You don't miss me, you miss the idea of a relationship, someone to be at your beck and call. You know I'm always here for you and because of that, you use me. When things get tough in your relationships or you're single, like you are now, you come running to me and god," you huffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "It's like I never learn, I'm so stupid that I let you in every time."

Charles looks at you, his jaw hanging open a bit. "Y/n, come on- that's not true."

"Yes it is," you nod, sighing. "When you broke up with Giada, you clung to me, Charles. You spent every moment you weren't racing with me until you started seeing Charlotte. When things got tough with Char, you came to me, you hid here until you felt like you had to go home. Somehow you used me as an escape from your real issues, you made me feel special, like you loved me-"

"I did love you, y/n. I do love you." He says, his fingers poking into his chest to emphasize his words. You scoff again - the audacity of this man.

"Don't say shit like that, Charles. you know it's not true. You came to me when things got tough and no matter what was going on in my life, I dropped everything for you. I was always there for you and now that Charlotte's gone, you've come running back to me in hopes that I'll distract you until you find someone new."

"God, why are you making me out to be such a horrible person? I love you, y/n, I care about you. I really do."

"I know you love me, and that you care about me, Charles but I cannot keep doing this."

He sighs, passing a hand over his face. You take his silence as a chance to say what you have to say. "Either we become more or we're nothing at all."

"Y/n, please. Don't be like that," he looks over at you, shaking his head in disbelief. You give him a small shrug, unsure what else to say.

Charles stares at you for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly he's supposed to say. You were his best friend, the only person he had actually trusted enough to confine in, to turn to in times of hardship and you had the audacity to throw that back into his face?

He watches as you stand, walking to the door. "What's the answer?" You asked and his brows furrow, you open the door this time.

You clarify the statement for him. "Are we more or nothing ?"

You're standing there, the front door to your apartment wide open and Charles can't help but laugh when he stands. "You're not serious."

"I am," you nod, taking his words as an answer in itself. "You need to go, Charles."

"Y/n, don't-"

"Charles stop, we all know you don't want more with me, I can see that clearly now. You laughed in my face, that's enough. There's no need to humiliate me anymore, please just go."

He nods, walking over to you. The man stops in front of you, his hand cupping your cheek. "Look at me," he says but you look everywhere but at him. "Y/n, look at me."

You finally do, your eyes meeting his. "You're serious about this?" He asks. "Yes," you nod, "unless you want more."

A tiny piece of you hoped he'd say yes but he lets go of you, moving his hand from your face. "Okay."

"Okay."

Charles leans towards you, his lips pressed to your cheek before finally taking a step back. "I'm sure I'll see you around," he says to you quietly and you nod, chewing at your bottom lip. "Sure."

He steps out of your apartment, walking a few feet down the hallway before he calls for you. "Bye y/n."

You watch from the door, nodding towards him as he steps on the elevator. You've both got a clear view of each other. "Goodbye Charles." you call out to him just as the doors slide shut.

The front door to your apartment shuts as well, your back pressed to the cold wood. Your head tipped back as you sigh. You aren't sure how you're supposed to feel because right now you felt empty and lost; you hoped it wouldn't be like this forever.

That chapter of your life was over and you hoped that one day you'd find the happiness you deserve.

---

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Here's part two to the fake dating drabble I wrote for @bucks-and-noble's Valentrope fest

warnings: smut and lowkey violence but not to f!reader. plain and simple this is porn. please do not read if you're a minor.

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“I’m apologizing right now for what you’re about to walk into.”

Bucky clears his throat and readjusts in the driver’s seat as we slowly drive down the long driveway lined with manicured hedges. 

“What are you talking about?” 

The wedding that I dragged him to is for a friend that Bucky isn’t particularly fond of, something I neglected to mention but I knew he wouldn’t agree if I told him. Honestly I’m surprised that he hasn’t caught on yet with how many signs we’ve passed on the way to the venue. He’s been rather distracted stealing glances at me. 

“Aw fuck,” he curses when he finally does see the biggest sign yet. “This is Maisie’s wedding, isn’t it?”

Cocking my head at him, I bat my lashes and pout my lips, “Forgive me?”

He inhales sharply. Against his better judgment, glances at my glossy lips and then to my chest. The sweetheart neckline as well as the bias cut of my navy dress is exactly why I chose to wear it. Bucky’s always had a wandering eye when it comes to ‘an angel in the flesh’ as he puts it but right now it’s down right sinful. He’s eyeing me like the Devil lurks beneath his matching navy Armani suit and he’s ready to devour me whole. 

“You owe me after this,” he finally says with a dramatic sigh. 

The ceremony went exactly how I imagined it would ourlPampas grass, dried sage, and red flora that I’ve never seen before covers every inch of the aisle as well as every other surface. Burnt orange cheesecloths drape from the trees, the six different wood arches, and run across all of the tables. The signs that Maisie definitely had her bridal party help her make are everywhere and written on them are sayings that Bucky can’t stop making jokes about. 

“Babe, I can’t make this up. That sign says ‘This way to buffet, booze, and bad dance moves.’ What ring of hell is this?”

“Oh my god, Bucky, you need to shut up. These are the type of people to say ‘bless your heart’ and pray for god to smite you in your sleep,” I whisper to him. I loop my arm around his and he’s quick to put his hand over the top of mine on his bicep. 

“If it gets me away from this place, then I’d welcome it.”

I roll my eyes at him and keep us moving towards the open field where the reception is at. 

“Y/N? Is that you?” 

I tense beside my fake boyfriend and hesitantly look over my shoulder to see the one person I did not expect to see here; my ex boyfriend Marc. 

“If that’s who I think that is,” Bucky grumbles and curses under his breath when he sees who it is. “I’m going to kill Maisie. Why would she invite that cunt?”

“Bucky, behave.” I mumble to him and turn to greet this cunt, “Marc, hi how are you?”

The first thing he does is look me up and down, eyes lingering on my chest just as I expected. Bucky’s arm slips from mine and finds its way around my waist where he tugs me into his side and squeezes my hip. Marc smirks at his actions as he finally makes eye contact with me. 

“I’m good. I see your dog finally worked up the courage...”

Bucky cuts him by clearing his throat, “You’d do well to remember that this ‘dog’ isn’t with a bite.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Have the evening you deserve,” I tell him before I drag Bucky away and towards whatever shit bar they have. 

The dog on my arm has other plans and pulls me off to the side where there’s just a tree with even more cheesecloth swinging in the wind. He glances around to make sure no one is around before letting his hardened demeanor fall away and to reveal the adorable face he makes when he’s stressed. It’s not healthy to think that someone in a vulnerable state is ‘adorable’ but I can’t help it when his brows furrows together, his jaw tenses, and he looks at me with all the concern in the world. 

“Doll I need you to be honest with me right now; how many more people like that am I going to run into at this thing?” 

That concern has morphed into something darker and it has me straightening my back, squaring my shoulders, and my thighs clenching. 

“Well I didn’t know that he…” I trail off as Bucky draws closer. His blue eyes are piercing into the fabric of my soul the closer he gets to me and I find myself backing up to get away. Rough bark scratches at my back and my hair gets tangled into it as I crane my head up to look at the mob boss. 

“I’m going to have to stop you there. Who else could be here?” 

Chest heaving and breathing short, I shake my head at him. “I don’t know. I didn't see anyone else.”

A hand finds its way to my jaw and the other plants itself against the tree next to my head. He tilts my chin up and ghosts his lips over mine while calling me a good girl. My eyes flutter shut at the name and his low voice. 

“Tell me your rules again.” He pulls away from me and watches me with hooded eyes as I glare at him. 

“No kissing, minimal touching, and no violence,” I spit out at him. 

“I think,” he starts, letting his eyes flicker to my parted lips as his thumb rubs under them, “we should revise them a bit.”

“What do you propose they be then?”

“No violence is changed to only when necessary,” his thumb presses into my bottom lip. “Minimal touching becomes whatever I see fit,” it pulls my lip down slightly. “And no kissing goes away altogether,” it slips into my mouth and I greedily wrap my lips around it, sucking at it while he lets out a shuddered breath. 

I let it go with a pop and a thin line of spit breaks after his thumb comes to rest on my chin. 

“What do you say, doll?”

Pushing away from the tree, I grip the lapels of his jacket and pull him flush against my chest. I push up onto my toes and flick his earlobe with my tongue before whispering, “this is all fake. You don’t get to change the rules because you don’t like them. They stay exactly as they are.”

The look of determination set on his face is immensely satisfying especially. I’ve seen how his past girls have completely submitted to him, allowing him to control every aspect of their relationship because that’s how he likes it. Bucky is a man that needs to feel powerful and stable at all times and that extends to even the smallest things. Many of our nights out have been ruined for some reason or another. Most of the time I don’t even know why, just that I’m being shuffled out the back door with a circle of heavily armed men around me while Bucky deals with the mistake. 

“I know you’re not a gambler, my sweet y/n but I’d like to make a bet with you.”

I quirk a brow, “what kind of bet?”

“If you haven’t broken your rules by the end of the night, I’ll take you to Greece. If you break or even bend them, you have to go on a date with me.”

My hands stop brushing down his lapels and I stare blankly at him. “Greece and Italy. For three weeks.”

“Whatever you want, doll but,” he warns me with a finger raised between us and points it at me, “you can’t break your rules even a little bit.” 

I snap at him, pretending to bite his finger and he yanks it back with a smile. “You have a bet but keep your finger to yourself.” 

Bucky nods with a smile still wide on his stunning face. He backs up, giving me space to make myself presentable again before taking us back to the reception. It’s already turned into an event of debauchery and sin with guests taking shots, hitting pens, and forming a grinding circle on the dance floor. 

Maisie finds me within moments and screams as she races over to me. 

“Y/n babe! Oh my god! You’re here!” She shrieks and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. She has two shots in her hand and they nearly spill on my back but somehow the drink girl prevents that from happening. 

Bucky chuckles before leaving us to go find drinks. Maisie shoots him a dirty glare before it turns into a drink smile and she’s vibrating with glee. 

I arch a brow at her, “what was that for?”

She blinks at me. “What was what?”

“That look you gave him.”

“Ohhhhh,” she sighs and shoves a shot into my hand, “that. You know I don’t like him and now you guys are dating and ugh. He’s always such an ass and controlling and moody and I don’t understand what you see in him. He’s a dick and I just..”

“Okay okay, I get it. You don’t like him,” I roll my eyes at her, “but you said the same thing about Marc and he’s here.”

“No, there's a difference. Jake and him are friends. Also are you really arguing with me at my wedding? That’s really fucking rude,” Maisie tries to sound stern but giggles slip out between her words and her smile breaks her expression. “Come on! Come have fun with me. I wanna dance and drink and have fun! Take your shot, you pussy!” 

I playfully growl at her before we both throw back the tequila shots. Before I can say something smart back, she has an iron grip on my wrist and is dragging me to the dance floor. The music pounds so loud that I feel it in my chest, worming its way around my body and getting me high off the adrenaline. Unable to feel the difference between my heartbeat and the bass, I allow it to overcome me as Maisie starts to bounce and sway in front of me. It’s as if the deep vibrations of the music are controlling and contorting our bodies in whatever way it sees fit. My eardrums feel like they might burst but the tequila is hitting faster than I thought it would and my only concern is dancing. 

I find myself so completely entranced with the music, the drinking, and Maisie’s chaotic dancing that I don’t notice the big hands that find my waist. They pull me backwards causing my back to hit a solid body and the smell of familiar expensive cologne washes over me. Maisie grins as her new husband does the same to her and she turns her head so they can kiss like sloppily teenagers. The hands at my waist start to guide my hips into a lazy grind against theirs. Maisie’s overwhelming perfume masks the differences in the one behind me so much that I don’t even notice that it’s not the same as the one Bucky wears. Where I should be smelling Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanille, Blue de Chanel is in its place. 

My eyes flutter closed and my head drops back against the chest behind me. There’s a rumbling at my back from the chuckle that this man lets out. One of his hands leaves my waist and trails up until it’s resting on my neck. Cradling my jaw, he softly kisses under my ear before whispering, “you finally escaped your dog?”

I hear Maisie say my name and she draws my focus from the man behind me to her. She’s offering her hand out to me as she rubs her nose. There’s a thin white line across the top of her hand and her thumb.

“Maisie, is that coke?” I hiss at her and try to pull away from my dance partner. He doesn’t let me and I whip around to see that it’s Marc. The cologne makes sense now and I rip his hands off of me, “Jesus Christ get away from me!”

“Oh my god, calm down. You’re so dramatic sometimes,” Maisie whines before snorting the line she’d offered me. 

Marc’s heated stare starts to get under my skin and a shutter races through me before I can stop it. My eyes frantically scan the crowd, searching for the oceanic ones that I see in my dreams every night. 

They find me in moments. 

A mix of emotions floods me as we lock eyes; first a wave of relief quickly followed by fear. Even from this distance I can see the tension in his shoulders, the muscle feathering in his jaw, the scowl set on his face, and the dead look in his eyes that he only gets when murder is on his mind. 

Marc yanks me back into him and the countless memories of arguments and bitter looks rush back to me. When we dated he knew exactly how to piss me off, how to push every button I had and get under my skin. He would challenge me any chance he got, making me feel small and insignificant. He would say the cruelest things to invade my mind and destroy my self esteem. 

“Stop fucking around, Marc.” Bucky sighs with a deep set scowl as he comes to stand before us. “Let go of her and I’ll think about letting you keep your hands.”

Marc’s grip tightens around my bicep as he scoffs, “oh I’m so scared. The big bad wolf is threatening me, whatever ever am I going to do? Fuck off Barnes.”

The crowd around us is none the wiser to the chaos that is about to erupt and quite frankly I don’t even think I know what’s about to happen. Maisie’s husband pulls her away when she tries to step between the three of us and keeps her against him. Bucky dips his head and rubs at his eyes as he lets out another annoyed sigh. He mumbles ‘alright’ as her his breath before flipping back his suit jacket, reading behind himself, and producing his favored Glock 19. It’s aimed directly at the invisible red mark between Marc’s eyes and my ex immediately drops me in favor of throwing his hands up in the air. 

“Now step back,” Bucky utters as he slowly stalks towards us. I side step as best as I can to get out of the way.  Marc does as he’s told and of course Bucky needs to pour salt in the wound. “The next time I see you I won’t give you a warning.”

Neither man moves until Bucky pretends to lunge forward and Marc stumbles backwards to get away. He turns his attention to Maisie while he tucks his gun away and extends a hand out to me. 

“And you,” he starts with a sharp nod to her, “you do something like that again and I’ll wire your husband’s balls to a railroad track, do you understand me?”

“Bucky,” I whisper to him with a light pull on his hand but he doesn’t budge. 

“Do you understand me?” He repeats and Maisie nods frantically while her husband looks pale and like he might throw up. 

“Bucky,” I try again and he glances at me before squeezing my hand and leading me away. 

“Excuse me!” I try again and come to a complete halt once the wedding is behind us. My hand slips from his and so does my sense of safety. Bucky’s eyes widened for a moment at my tone before going back to their usual dead expression. 

He sets off in a near jog to the car, leaving me behind. “You fucking prick,” I curse before running to catch up with him. I grab his arm and force him to stop. “What the fuck was that back there?”

I apparently didn’t realize how close we were because when he turns around, we’re chest to chest. His nose is flared from how hard he’s breathing and his eyes are piercing as he stares down at me. 

“No one,” he whispers as he leans into me, “gets to treat you like that.”

“I know but no violence was one of my rules and you…”

He cuts me off, “Doll, I’m not the man you seem to think I am. Who I am around you, how I act around you is not the same man everyone else sees. I wash the blood off of my hands before I visit you because I don’t want my girl to be tainted by the shit I do. I change suits so that you don’t smell the stench of guns and filth that permeates my business meetings. I keep men assigned to you around the clock so that no one gets close to you without me knowing. The man I am with you, y/n, is someone that no one else gets to see and that's the way I want to be. I don’t you to know the Bucky that my men know and that’s why I let you drag me here as your fake boyfriend and agree to your silly fucking rules. I respected the fact that you didn’t want to change them and I was fully prepared to bite my tongue but then Marc put his hands on you. That was unacceptable and I should’ve shot him right then and there but I didn’t because you would’ve never forgiven me. I can live without a lot but you aren’t someone I’m willing to give up.”

My eyes flicker to his lips, betraying my need to maintain control over my emotions and the situation. My hands drift up his arm and stop on his chest. His heart thumps steadily against my hand despite his confession and the night in general. 

“I’m not willing to give you up either,” I cooed and pulled him down into a passionate kiss before he could stop me. He grunts in surprise before kissing me back with equal fire and cradling my face in his hands. 

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, “You owe me a date.”

“Fuck off,” I mumble back and dive back into a searing kiss. His hands find my waist and pin me against him, causing his hard bulge to press into my abdomen. I can feel myself start to grow wet as he head dips down to press kisses along the curve of my neck. I inhale sharply, craning my neck further to the side to allow him more access. His lips latch onto my pulse point as my fingers lace into his hair, tugging at the short styled strands. 

A particularly sharp tug causes him to groan against my skin and he pulls away to meet my lustful gaze.

“Backseat now,” he orders while taking a step back. It doesn't register what he means at first but another step away and reality sets in. I take my heels off, keeping our eyes locked as I slip off my birthday present from him last year. 

“Doll,” he says slowly, “I said…”

“I heard what you said,” I throw over my shoulder as I strut past him and towards his car. 

The second I open the car door his hands are gripping my waist to hoist me inside as he climbs in behind me. Bucky moves me to sit on his lap and he silences any chance of me arguing with a hungry kiss. His hands burn as they knead and grope at the silk of my dress, desperately searching for a handful of me as he licks at my lips to let his tongue in. His lips are soft, a beautiful surprise as his calloused hands as they slide against my own, no doubt smearing my lipstick all over. 

Finally fed up with the silky fabric of my dress, his hands find their way under where he grabs a handful of my ass. The feeling of his warm hand against the slivers of skin that peak through my lace underwear causes us both to moan. The sound has me unbuttoning his jacket and shoving it off his shoulders before moving to his shirt. One of his hands stays on my ass, beginning to knead it as the other attempts to find the zipper at my back. 

“Shit Doll,” he moans out as my cold hands get his shirt undone and explore the expanse of his chest. He bucks up into me and I break the kiss to dive my head down to his neck to place open-mouthed kisses there. Breathless moans and sighs fall from his lips as our hips move in sync. 

The strong hand that is on my ass has migrated from groping the supple fat to playing with the waistband on my panties. He lifts his hips to sit lower in the seat and spreads his legs, prying mine apart in the process. Those thick digits slip down until they find the wet heat he’s caused. His palm cups me entirely and I whimper against his neck at the feeling. 

“Fuck, don’t tell me you’re this wet because i threatened that cunt?” 

All I can do is gasp when he pushes aside my panties and runs his middle finger through my folds. It slips between my folds and I curse his name. My back arches in as he runs another finger through them and spreads the wetness around my clit. 

“Yes, oh my god, yes,” I pant out. If it wasn’t for his fingers pushing into me, I would’ve been horrified at the desperate desire that’s ripping wanton moans from my swollen lips. 

The feeling of his thick fingers scissoring as his thumb finds my clit causes me to moan into his mouth. The familiar tightening in my stomach is building until it crashes over me while gasps and quiet chants of his name mark the beginning of the end. I clench around his fingers as my eyes flutter shut and I allow myself to fall into the blinding white light that’s consuming me. He removes his hands from my core to grip my hips again. 

I lean in for a deep kiss as my hips start to rock against his clothed cock, grinding my sensitive clit over him with a gasp. One of my hands finds his belt and quickly unbuckles it before diving in his pants to find his cock.  Bucky lets out a shuddering sigh at the feeling of my hand gripping him and giving him a few tugs, spreading his precum around the tip.

“Careful Doll,” he warns against my lips as I rub his tip against my clit, “You don’t want to tease me.”

“And what are you going to do if I decide…” he interrupts by maneuvering me by the waist and slamming me down onto his cock. My hands fly to his chest to steady myself from the sudden movement and we both let out sinful moans. He moves us at a fast and bruising pace, hitting every spot I didn’t know existed. Nothing compares to the way he feels, not my own fingers, a toy, or any past lover. I can’t help the way that I frantically grind down against him. I can feel the car begin to shake from the force of our bodies searching for our mutual releases. My legs feel like they are on fire from keeping myself upright over Bucky but it doesn’t matter. His strong grip does the work for me. 

The smell of pure sex is thick in the air while mixing with the filthy wet sounds of hips meeting each other and two people finding endless pleasure in each other. My orgasm is fast approaching once again and so is his when he starts let out broken moans and curses. “F-fuck…” he groans, “I can feel it, doll. Come for me. Let go with me.” 

"Yes please," I pant back. "Don't stop, please."

He squeezes his eyes tight as he thrusts up a few more harsh times before he becomes sloppy and moves a hand to rub at my swollen clit. The sudden touch sends a jolt through me and I cry out over and over again as my orgasm washes over me. Bucky pants out my name as he too releases and wraps his arms around me, pulling me against his chest. As we both start to come down from our highs, he places light kisses against my forehead and hair. 

Soft and quiet praises are muttered into my skin, “Did so good for me, doll. So proud of you. Absolutely perfect.”

Maybe dragging him to this wedding was a good idea.

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love you twice: get up

synopsis: after an entire month of chaos, everything was back to square one; after the break up around the spring of 2021 where the pair are avoidant of each other.

warning/s: mentions of bullying, mentions of physical violence, one sided feelings, a bit of angst, curse words

words: 3.2k

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To say the least, Haerin was not expecting this.

She had a hunch of Minwon’s disloyalty. Nothing goes past her observant eyes. The slight difference in his actions, his schedule, it was clear that they were drifting apart. No one was brave enough to say anything, letting it drift slowly. It all started when she noticed the way that multiple girls had the same bracelet as hers. She didn’t think much of it. Benefit of the doubt, the possibility of it being an it item was not far off. It was a simple bracelet with a green heart. Haerin didn’t question it but let it be, waiting for the right moment for someone to bring him down. It wasn’t her loss, she’s moved on from her so-called boyfriend who clearly was done with the relationship.

When Hanni called while they were at a party hosted by someone she doesn’t know but YN is probably close with, she was expecting a hope you were here with us. Something along the lines of we miss you or we’re doing fine, YN got a bit tipsy.

Who wouldn’t be shocked and broken to see her own (ex-)boyfriend kissing a random girl out in the open and wearing the same bracelet she removed months ago. Or the fact that her best friend was looking at them intently. Haerin knew YN like the back of her hand; the fact that she probably got violent wasn’t far off. The protective side of YN that people adore so much, that some wish to experience. It was also the messy side of YN, the way she’d let her protectiveness get the best of her. The image of YN’s bruised knuckles as she punched a guy who took pictures of Haerin in the locker rooms, or the way she had no emotions as she kept throwing punches.

Haerin isn’t there to stop YN. She couldn’t protect her or stop her if things went south.

All she could do was end the call, only to see a bunch of mentions on her socials. Checking it was a mistake, an instant regret, seeing multiple pictures of Minwon with different girls wearing the same bracelet. He even missed her birthday just to kiss some girl. There was even a picture of Minwon kissing Eunji. She doesn’t know if he went after her after their breakup. Maybe that was where the comments of Minwon regarding their relationship was pointing out. How much of a jerk he is to even lowkey flex that he’s cheating. Is that why they ended things? Did YN know before they broke up or was this after their breakup?

Haerin’s mind was running with multiple questions, some were unclear, some made sense. Multiple messages from the group chat, private messages, and Minwon spamming her. Her social battery is too drained to deal with him, yet it concerned her that there were no messages from YN. 

How would she react? As her best friend, furious and hatred would be there. As her ex, was she ecstatic? They’re both single, again.

At 12AM, Haerin had cried her heart out. Laying in her bed, lights off, only the silence and her frog plush to keep her company. Yet, she wasn’t expecting anyone to knock at their front door at midnight. If there is one, she was more so expecting Minwon but she won’t open the door, she’ll let him suffer. Let him wait outside for no one to answer, and end things on text, block him, remove any traces of him. He wasn’t worth fighting for. Yet, it wasn’t him knocking on their door, waiting on the front porch, Haerin could see the familiar silhouette from the window.

She wasn’t expecting to get a text from her best friend. She wasn’t expecting YN in front of her holding a bag filled with snacks. Haerin never expected that her best friend would arrive hours after the call holding her favourite snacks, a plushy of a frog, and panting as if she had run to her house. She expected the fast pace of her heartbeat, the way YN just dropped everything only to hug her. The feeling of safety and comfort in one person, Haerin wasn’t expecting to bawl her eyes out. She wasn’t expecting the way YN kept silent when she’d usually talk about hurting anyone who crosses a line.

YN noticed the way Haerin looked lost, hurt, disappointed, and overall just in pain. She wasn’t expecting this, it was painful for her to watch Haerin suffer. Everything would reflect back to her, YN had read a few comments here and there. It was expected that some of the guys who are close to Minwon would praise and protect his image, and blame Haerin for not being the best girlfriend. Luckily there were those who sympathised with her, teaching those that Haerin was not at fault, some understanding that Haerin isn’t one to take things fast or let alone show affection. That made YN curious… Within almost entirely a year of them together, did Haerin let him kiss her?

Haerin woke up earlier than YN. It’s been so long since the last time she slept next to her, who was holding her closely. The rain kept pouring and hitting her window, she felt at ease or perhaps its the way that her ex is holding her securely, afraid that she’ll fall. It was already morning, all she could remember was crying, watching movies, and hearing YN that she was safe, that Minwon won’t bother her anymore.

Around this time, Minwon would arrive at her house, staying for lunch or just visiting. She was waiting… waiting for the door to open, waiting for YN to wake up and expect the worst. He didn’t arrive, there was no harsh knocking on her bedroom door, or how her parents would announce his arrival with a hint of venom. It wasn’t like the way her parents would mention that YN was waiting for her to walk to school together or when she would drop something off. She was safe, for now.

It didn’t take long for Haerin to fall asleep again, the rain was perfect as she snuggled closer to YN. Her head between the crook of her neck, holding YN in case she might fall off. It’s been so long since she felt the comfort and safety that her best friend (or ex) emitted, it was Sunday, nothing to do but only relax and prepare for the following days to come.

As the pair slept peacefully wrapped around each other, the rain pouring, and the Kang’s patiently waiting downstairs for the pair to come down. In all honesty, no one wanted to bother the two, two years since they broke up, and maybe it was time to repair that tear. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, their friends decided to visit Haerin. Hyein had informed the others that there was a high chance of her sister staying over at the Kang residence. To say the least, it was a shock to the group to see the two cuddling, let alone be so vulnerable to each other. It didn’t go past Hyein as she took multiple pictures, it was a sight to see especially with it being 2 years of some form of tension. Minji woke YN up, Hanni with Haerin.

“mmhh… five more minutes.” “stop…”

“Wake up, unnies. I have blackmail material, remember.”

Hearing Hyein, the pair opened their eyes only to make eye contact. YN was clearly panicking, Haerin remained stiff and silent, nothing about their position or the lingering eyes were ok. Especially that Hyein had a bright smile on her face.

The day went on with the group cheering Haerin up, blocking Minwon on all their socials and avoided mentioning him or anything that was related to him. Hyein had pulled her sister aside for a bit, the group being too busy with Haerin that they didn’t notice the sisters were gone. YN had expected at some point after her breakup with Eunji that Hyein would interrogate her, ask her everything and her emotions.

“Unnie, are you ok?” was she? With everything that has happened in a span of three weeks, was she actually ok?

“I don’t know. I should be…”

“But?”

YN couldn’t look at Hyein, there was something holding her tears back, the screams, the way she felt the need to hurt or break something. She couldn’t. Not in front of Haerin.

“Hye… you know how much I love her. It’s just-”

“Complicated?”

The older Lee nodded, looking at the group only to see Haerin staring at them intently. She needed some outlet, some form of way to let her emotions out because she knew she shouldn’t jump right into it. Not when Haerin just got out of a relationship.

“Well… what do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Unnie.” Hyein placed her hand on YN’s shoulders, looking intently at her sister. She knows this well enough that it was serious, there was no turning back to whatever Hyein had to say.

“Grieve if you have to, you never got the chance once things ended with Eunji. Let everything out, go on a walk, write it out. I’m scared to lose you again because of a relationship, unnie.”

One thing that Hyein learned was that YN bottles everything up. She watched her sister lose herself when things ended with Haerin, the same lifeless eyes but once in front of her first love, the spark was there. It was clear that YN never stopped loving her and when things ended with Eunji, someone she hoped would fill that hole, everything went dark. The older Lee tried her best to keep up the act, but Hyein noticed everything from how any trace of Eunji in her room was gone, replaced with things that reminded her of Haerin. 

“Ok, I- I’ll find an outlet.”

“I’ll be here, unnie.”

After their conversation, after that day, there was a big shift within the group. Haerin ended things with Minwon in text and in person when he tried to talk to her. People started hating on the guy but there was still a large following of people who admire him, either way, Minwon was still determined to get Haerin back.

On the other side, YN was avoiding Haerin, the same way Haerin was avoiding her. Hyein took notice, spending her time with Haerin more as she could talk with YN at home. The group got too tired of the drift, the distance, both Minji and Hanni deciding to talk to the two privately. Minji was closer to YN, similarly Hanni was close with Haerin as well. It didn’t take long for Minji to visit the Lee sisters, confronting YN. Wanting to resolve whatever happened between the two because there was something else. Something a midst that neither Minji, Hanni, or Danielle could get a grasp of.

“YN, be honest. Why are you avoiding Haerin? Shouldn’t you be comforting her?” YN was not budging for the past 30 mins, somehow working out in their garage with her father’s punching bag.

“Minji, I wish I could tell you.”

“Then tell me.”

YN wanted to, she always wanted to tell people how much she loves Haerin. How much she thinks of the girl, how much she cares, and how much she wished she didn’t agree to end things years ago. Nothing came out. She kept throwing punches, faster and a bit unstable.

“Minji-unnie, she’ll tell you when she’s ready.”

“Hyein, you tell me.”

Hyein could only look at her sister in defeat, she wanted to fix things between YN and Haerin but she couldn’t do so if no one else knew why.

“YN l-“

“I love her, Minji.” One single blow, one hit, everyone fell silent. Minji wasn’t expecting the sudden confession, the way she simply uttered those words as if it were that easy. It explains a lot, from how YN never liked Minwon or how Eunji was always a second best compared to Haerin. Everything fell into place and Minji saw everything clearly.

“Why avoid her?”

“I wanted to process everything that’s happened within this month. Eunji and I broke up, Minwon has been cheating for who knows how long, and Hae… gosh. I’m causing more trouble and pain for her with this whole ordeal.”

Minji and Hyein looked at each other. One of them knew what to do, but she hoped to god that Hanni has the answer to it when they talk about it later. Minji took a deep breath, Hyein waiting patiently, and she finally let it out.

“Then fight for her. I’ve seen you threaten those boys when they made comments about the whole situation. You’re hiding your knuckles so clearly you threw a few punches. Avoiding Haerin wouldn’t fix anything.”

“But confessing that I still love her wouldn’t either.”

Minji was more surprised, what did she mean by still love her? There was something deeper within the pair. Hyein knew where this was going, Minji wouldn’t stop until everything was clear. The oldest of the three listened intently to YN talk about her relationship with Haerin from the very beginning. 

“What do you mean by that…?”

“You think I didn’t fight for her? I did, for years I’ve defended her against those malicious comments from Minwon’s friends and the girls who were so into him.” YN threw a punch towards the punching bag, letting some frustration out. Then another, and another, until she started breaking down, slowly descending to the ground. Everything finally caught up to her and all she could do was wallow in the pain.

“I don’t know what to do… I want our relationship to go back to the way they were. I miss her so fucking much.” Minji and Hyein wrapped their arms around the girl, not knowing how long she’s felt this way but there was a sign that could lead them to somewhere both Haerin and YN could be happy.

“Continue fighting for her. Not in the shadows, not behind her back, fight for her as if your life depended on it. Tell her everything but be patient.”

She finally looked at the two, Hyein with a small smile and nodding to every word that Minji said while Minji gave her a reassuring smile that things would be fine. Having a new sense of hope, she listened intently. YN never realized how much of a leader Minji was until she said those words. Maybe it was time she actually fought back, fought for her and their relationship. This time would be different, this time she’ll wait patiently for Haerin to open her heart again in hopes that she’ll let her back in. God knows how much she misses and loves Kang Haerin.

At the same time, within the Kang household, where Hanni and Danielle confronted Haerin. She wouldn’t budge, playing with her frog plushies that mostly came from YN, or the way she’d look at her phone waiting for something but nothing came up. Hanni wouldn’t stop asking her why she’s avoiding YN and Danielle could only hold the older girl back.

“Haerin, just give us something to work with. YN has been your best friend since you were born, so why avoid her now?” Haerin was tired of the interrogation, Danielle was ready to call it a night, concluding that she wouldn’t say anything at all. That was it, Haerin was tired of hiding, she knows deep down she’s still in love with YN but Minwon and Eunji were in the picture.

“I don’t want her to be my best friend anymore.” The pair was taken aback, was this the end of their friendship? Was this the end of a generation-long bond that started years ago? They couldn’t believe what they were hearing and Hanni was close to ending it all, making all hell break loose until Haerin finally let the truth come out.

“I want her back, as my girlfriend.”

“Wait… BACK??? YOU MEAN?!”

Haerin told them everything, from how she met YN, how she fell, and how they remained friends. Clearly, there was still some tension that the entire group felt long before but never mentioned it. Hanni and Danielle knew everything in Haerin’s point of view, the same way Both Haerin and YN are glad to have friends like them, especially ones that are willing to fix things from a problem that started when they were kids. To say the least, it was slowly working that the two are trying to reconnect and fix their relationship.

The subtle way of YN walking with Haerin to school and going home together. How Haerin is sitting next to YN more and more as each day passes by, the lingering touches of their fingers and the way they both would stutter at each other. No one still made a move, no one admitted to their feelings and clearly Hanni wasn’t having it.They did the most stupid thing ever by locking the two in a closet at Minji’s place. Screaming along the lines of you don’t get out unless you talk things out.

Within the first three minutes, utter silence, nothing. They were used to it but this time, it was a bit awkward, a bit tense and yet there was comfort. Haerin decided to break the ice, she had to at some point.

“Uhm… Hanni mentioned you were the one that gathered everything to expose Minwon.” YN nodded, patting the space next to her for Haerin to sit, as it was going to be a long serious conversation. She doesn’t know where to start, how to start, because what would she tell her ex that she still loves her after all these years?

“Thank you for showing me his true colors.” Haerin could only look at the girl, eyes glossy, on the verge of crying. She missed this, the close proximity, being vulnerable, and just alone with YN.

“You know I’ll always fight for you, even before.” YN gave her a sad smile, reminiscing on their past relationship. Young, dumb, and stupid, as they would describe it but she was willing to fight for Haerin. She cares for the girl more than anyone else would.

“I-” “Uhm.”

YN let Haerin speak first, she always let the cat-like girl speak out before her own. She knows how easily influenced she can be if she confesses right away. The thing is, Haerin doesn’t know how to say it, what would she do just to say that she is still smitten by the same girl from when they were kids that she deemed as her prince charming.

“Do you think things would be different if we didn’t hide our relationship? If we were still together right to this moment, would we have changed?”

“Yeah, I think so, we’ve matured enough to know what we want and when we want it.”

The longing look in Haerin’s eyes, slowly reaching for YN’s hand only to intertwine it. There was no need to ask the question of whether they still love the other, no. Next thing YN knew was Haerin kissing her like their first time, slowly holding onto YN’s cheek and never letting her other hand go. Once they pulled away, YN could only look at Haerin’s eyes, she needs an answer.

“Hae… I don’t wanna fight your shadow.” Haerin knew that line all too well, she knew it by heart as it was YN’s way of telling her to fight for her, fight for us. I’m tired of hiding. Right from the very beginning, Haerin was still scared but willing to take the risk.

“Will you wait for me?”

“Always, Hae.”

#newjeans x reader #newjeans imagines #newjeans #haerin #kang haerin newjeans #haerin newjeans #haerin imagines #kang haerin x reader #new jeans #love you twice #lyt!yn

[princesssmars]

I NEED ;) a poly Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fic with either any kind of reader. Maybe protecting each other in the upside down, or being completely parents to the kids (lots of cute fluff), or reader is with Mike/will/the others because they went with Mike to see el and Will and Eddie/Steve thinks they are safe there and it’s funny because it then goes to their pov and their being shot at (maybe they call each other at some point and their like got to go we’re running from the literal FBI).

Relationship HC's - poly!steddie x reader

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MY FIRST REQUEST MFS LETS GO also you guys work quick lmaooo. but I also like eddie more than I thought I would so here this is. i wanted to include both if you were with them vs with mike will and johnathan so idk if it works but uh yeah enjoy it anyway (anon im sorry this took me 5 years)

cw: uhhh fluff, violence bc Stranger Things. i guess scary things bc Stranger Things. a hiiint of spice bc i cant help myself

so here the three of you are, the ex-king, the freak and the nerd

how you got together ? no idea

most likely you and eddie met steve while going to pick a movie as a treat for him since you tutor him so he wont fail senior year a third time

steve went through his usual bi panic when he saw these two pretty people walk into the store and tried to turn on The Harrington Charm™️ and lets just say hes lucky you both thought he was cute

so badda bing badda boom ur all dating

the party loving you to bits

not being upset when you get asked to "babysit" or just hang out with them, like being an extra for hellfire, chilling and listening to music with max, etc.

and also eddie adores you for being into dnd, he tried to get steve into it and he loves him but was like nah 😐

jane and will even start to like you before they visit based on everyones letters

steve being highkey lowkey jealous because eddie already basically stole lucas dustin and mike and here you go winning over everyone 💀

but he does love it, as we've learned mans wants a whole damn hockey team of harringtons so seeing you being so good with kids does something to him

breeding kink anyone

then that just makes me thing of the three of you lying in bed late at night talking about the future you all want

if its rich boy!steve then him thinking of moving you all to some big house near the city with enough room for the 3 9 of you <3

you and eds def tease him for it but the idea of staying in a nice house and raising a family with them doesnt sound that bad...

but then spring break happens

you think itll be fun, a chance to relax from your studies, chill with your friends, maybe even go on a date or two with your loves

then the next thing you know your house phone is blowing up because dustin n steve say your eddie is wanted for the murder of chrissy fucing cunnigham

greaaaat

now your all driving around in the woods and you find eddie nd hes so god damn terrified and grabs you n steve and hugs you so tight :(

you and eddie being shocked but also kind of hurt when finding out about the upside down and stuff bc why didnt steve warn yall about this shit ???

but he was scared of putting you both in danger wanted you both to be safe etc etc

valid ofc bc hes definitely not pytting the loves of his life in danger hello ??

you and steve being so hesitant to leave eddie by himself so you leave him a bunch of kisses to get him by <3

and then after all this your girls max is cursed next ? and some stupid high school jocks are hunting your boyfriend ?

best spring break ever .

this was messy as shit and i might continue but until then peace out .

#steddie x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x steve harrington #poly reader #from ur beloved procrastinator

[toxinellebug]

Shadybug/ClawNoir and the Resistance headcanons

Obviously Adrien is the type who knows how to put on the smooth model persona for his fans… but in front of the girl he legit has feelings for, he becomes a blushing mess who is at a loss for words because what if he says the wrong thing and she thinks he’s an idiot?!

Reformed Ladybug taking reformed Paw Noir by the hand as they went through the portal back to their universe turned his brain to mush just like when Adrien took Marinette’s hand during the protest in the Mega Leech episode of s4 and her brain went bye-bye.

Marienette remains Oblivious to Adrien’s crush because he is so awkward and quiet around her out of the mask, and in the mask he’s an idiot who switches between a guy trying and failing not to fall into his old habits of mocking her and calling her Cockroach, then smacking himself for it, and some weirdo flirting with cat-puns and the cheesiest one-liners she’s ever heard, while inwardly he curses himself for being stupid because that is no way to impress a girl! (Daring feats of heroism is!)

She wants to try and work with him but this bi-polar personality of his really grates on her nerves sometimes.

suddenly being treated like a damsel in distress is also annoying… But at the same time, having a partner who cares for her safety and goes out of his stupid way to try to keep her from harm actually feels kinda nice and maybe makes her feel a little special and she can’t hate him for that.

And okay yeah, blood red roses with thorny stems ARE her favorite flower, but she can’t let it go to that cat’s head!

The first time that she genuinely praises him for doing something right/not screwing up, he actually purrs and she can’t help it- she bursts out laughing and secretly admits to herself that ok; this blonde dork is lowkey adorable.

Any awkward tackling out of danger, rolling on the ground and then ending up on top of the other moments lead to him blushing because oh-crap-we’re-touching-this-is-both-awesome-and-terrifying, and her glaring at him with murderous rage.

But the first time she actually hugs him out of relief/concern, his brain decides he could die at that moment with no regrets and she has to yank on his cat ears to get that goofy grin off his face because they have a job to do, darn it! (Stop being cute! She refuses to catch feelings so stop making things difficult!)

The new “only use powers once then you have a time limit” thing sucks, but at least their bodies no longer hurt.

They are on the run immediately because it becomes obvious they have switched sides due to her use of her Miraculous cure that Shadybug never used because the Supreme always warned them about discretion and things don’t magically get fixed by a loveliness of ladybugs.

Because remember, the Supreme does not want the world to know of the existence of magic.

BUT IT ALSO BRINGS ATTENTION TO A NEW ALY!

Someone who KNOWS The Supreme’s true identity and about all the powers of the Miraculous. Someone who lost hope and went into hiding a long time ago.

Someone who, upon seeing not only Miracles happening in Paris, but the healing power of the Ladybug as well, realizes it is time to return to France and dare to hope to regain the freedom that had been lost to the world since the war.

Marrianne.

Fu’s old love.

She returns to Paris and seeks out others who wish to join a resistance to fight against the control of The Supreme.

People like Mylene, a man who dreamed of going by the name of Jagged Stone, Mr. Ramier, Alex, and she finds Nino and Alya, who introduce her to Betterfly, Ladybug, and Paw Noir.

#miraculous paris #miraculous ladybug #shadybug #miraculous fandom #miraculous world #paw noir #claw noir #griffe noire #toxinelle #adrien agreste #adrien x marinette #adrienette #marinette #miraculous paris special #mlb s5 #hesperia #betterfly

[tokkibbang00]

hii can you do a beomgyu x female reader where y/n and beomgyu come home from a party and gyu is super drunk and clingy and suggestive?

LOWKEY - C.BEOMGYU

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: Being at parties wasn't something new to the both of you, but bringing your friend back to your place drunk out of his ass was. You never drew a clear line between the both of you, so what stopped the both of you from fucking around with each other. It seemed like a good idea at first, but now, you aren't so sure anymore.

rating: nsfw

pairing: beomgyu x afab!reader

genre: fwb to ????, what the fuck are we?, college!au, kinda fluff & angst

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, mentions of sex, beomgyu is (kind of) a red flag, one-sided feelings oop— (but who knows ;>)

a/n: i'm so sorry this one took so long! i've been busy with writing anti-romantic's next chapter (curse writer's block) and some other stories. my college projects have been piling up too— i hope you enjoy this anon, and to anyone who is reading this 💙

word count: 1.9k

date posted: 05-10-23

You, Beomgyu, and parties. It's not really a new combination. In fact, this was a normal occurrence for the both of you. But, when you saw Beomgyu threatening to spill his guts out on Jeongin's front lawn earlier, it sobered you up.

You immediately had to call Yeonjun to help you carry the boy to your apartment. You'd send him back to his own place, but it was farther away from the party than yours.

You can feel a migraine creeping in as you walked through the corridors of your apartment before you reached your front door.

You held the door open as Yeonjun carried Beomgyu, the man's arm around his shoulders. A grunt left his mouth as he placed the drunk boy down on your couch.

“You owe me one.” Yeonjun said as you walked him back outside your apartment, you placed the car keys on his open hand.

You nodded at him, “I know, I know. Thanks for tonight Jun, I wouldn't be able to handle him by myself.”

“Anytime, Y/N—” He took a peek behind you to see Beomgyu slowly waking up, “I'd better get going. Good luck with him.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes at him. A smirk was plastered on Yeonjun's face as he gave you a knowing look.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever— Take care on the drive back.” You said before the both of you said your goodbyes.

You shut the door behind you. A tired sigh came out of your lips as you looked at the man on your couch.

You and Beomgyu have a complicated relationship. It wasn't because you weren't friends or you weren't close. In reality, it was the opposite. You were actually closer to each other more than you'd like.

You met him through one of your friends during your freshman year in college. You became closer once you learned that both of you signed-up for the Photography Club during Student's Week.

You went to parties and bars alongside your friends almost every week. You've seen him hop from one-night stand to another, and it never really bothered you.

Everyone adored him.

Heads would turn towards his direction every time you walk in a room with him. He was attractive, you won't deny that. But, it never crossed that line until something happened between the both of you.

It was during one your MTs (Membership Training) for the Photography Club's new members. The both of you were in your sophomore year and were part of the head coordinators for the 3-day outing the club had planned.

After drinking with the new members, the coordinators went to their respective rooms; besides you and him.

These two of you decided that it was a good idea to continue drinking inside his room.

A bottle of beer and 2 bottles of soju in, you both were tipsy.

His arms were wrapped around your waist while your head rested on his chest. The both of you sat on the floor just by the foot of his bed where his back rested on. One of his hands laid on top of yours while the other was occupied with the shot glass.

You looked up at him and couldn't help but keep your eyes on him.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but that night felt different. Beomgyu didn't just look attractive to you.

He was beautiful.

The only light in the room was from the bedside lamp and the moon.

The moonlight favored him. The light shone upon him as shadows danced around his face. His eyes looked brighter than they usually were. His lips—

Oh god, his lips.

You can't help but imagine how it would mold perfectly against your own.

Before you could look away, Beomgyu looked back down at you. Your faces were centimeters apart from each other. You could feel his breath fanning your face, it was heavier. The hand that sat on top of yours squeezed your own.

Your heart seemed to beat faster as he placed down the shot glass, his free hand cupping your face.

“Y/N, I know this sounds fucking absurd but—”

He pulled your face closer to his, his nose nudging yours and your foreheads touching, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded. Before he could do anything, you pushed yourself towards him, crashing your lips against his.

Your clothing was long forgotten on the bedroom floor as both of you explored each other's bodies. He marked your skin as if you were his. Your nails clawed his back as you feel him inside you. If it wasn't his back, it was the sheets underneath you.

He loved the sound of your skins against each other.

He found pleasure on the sound of you, drinking in your moans as he got drunk in you.

That night changed the course of your friendship.

You thought that it would be a one-time thing for the both of you. But it happened again, and again, and again, and again. You don't know what possessed you to agree to this arrangement.

You knew it wouldn't end well.

It's been a year since then, and you know you are royally fucked.

The both of you would escape your friends and would share secret kisses behind the Photography Club's shelves; sometimes it would be around the empty classrooms inside the Arts & Music building.

The both of you used each other's bodies, calling each other up and going to each other's places just to feel each other, just to be in one another.

You didn't know what you guys were, there were no clear lines drawn.

You were fuck buddies, sure. But the secret kisses, holding hands, cuddling during your friend group's movie nights, and even soft touches underneath the table during the club meeting? You weren't so sure.

Your friends were also confused as to what you guys were, teasing the both of you whenever they had the chance to. The both of you denied it. You didn't know what Beomgyu thinks about it, but you know what you felt.

You knew you were falling. Hard.

It did sting a bit, seeing him deny everything. But in the first place, you agreed to this. You did try to confront him every time, but he avoided talking about feelings like it was a plague.

You can't blame anyone but yourself.

Only Yeonjun and Jeongin knew what you felt towards Beomgyu. They've warned you and watch you get hurt every time.

Whenever you see him flirt with other girls in parties or bars, you can't help but feel jealous now. Every time you try to move on from him, you would also encounter him in dating apps. You can't help but roll your eyes at how he seemed to be everywhere all at once.

Fate seems to love shoving him onto you.

You dried your face with a towel, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You decided to freshen up after placing a blanket on top of Beomgyu. You also placed a glass and a pitcher of water on the coffee table, just in case he woke up wanting water.

You changed into an oversized shirt (which was a shirt Beomgyu left before) and your pajama shorts before closing the lights of the bathroom and stepping out into the living room.

“Y/N?”

You glanced over the boy's direction. He was already sitting up, looking at you. He was obviously still drunk but he seemed to look better than earlier.

“Come here—” He pouted as he tried to stand up, walking towards you. He almost tripped but you caught him before he did.

“Gyu, you're still drunk.”

“I know. I'd still remember this tomorrow though.”

He giggled, his head buried on your neck as he nuzzled his nose on your skin. Goosebumps slowly trailed on your skin, you couldn't help but shudder.

“Sit down idiot, you're going to vomit.” You told him, trying to push him back to the couch.

He wiggled out your hold before rushing towards your bedroom, giggling like a kid. You ran after him and saw him flop down your clean sheets.

“Gyu— I swear to god— If you vomit on my bed, you can kiss your future children good bye.”

“I won't vomit, can you just come here and hug me?”

He gave you those eyes. Those, god darn, puppy eyes. You can't help but give in to him.

“Alright, let me just get you water and some clothes for you to change into.”

You did what you told him, placing water on the desk in your bedroom and helping him change into comfier clothes. You laid beside him on your bed, snuggling towards the pillows and blanket.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist, “Hey.”

You hummed in reply, placing your hand on top of his. You tried ignoring the fast beating of your heart. You hoped to God that he wouldn't feel or hear it.

He started peppering kisses on your nape, “You're so beautiful.”

“Gyu, you're drunk.”

“And you're still so beautiful.”

He turned you around facing him, one hand cupping your face and the other trailing down to your waist.

You ignore the heat creeping up on your cheeks and ears.

Your fingertips drew circles on his skin, “I can't believe you become clingy like this.”

He huffed, pouting playfully. “I'm only clingy because it's you.”

“You flatter me too much.”

He held you closer, one arm under your head and one around your waist. His head was placed on top of yours but you couldn't help but look up at him. He held onto you as if you were a child's teddy bear, not letting you go even just for a second.

The both of you stared at each other, not saying or muttering a word. Your legs were wrapped around one another as you feel the both of your faces inch closer. You felt his breath fanning your face, you noticed the smell of alcohol reeking from him and most importantly, someone else's perfume scented on him.

You closed your eyes, you can't do this.

“I think we should stop.”

His hold on you loosened. You opened your eyes and saw his confused expression.

What did you just say?

“What do you mean?” He asked.

You avoided his eyes, looking at the wall behind him. “I think we should stop fucking around, Gyu.”

Beomgyu didn't know how to feel. He thought this arrangement was okay. He knew that at some point that this would end, but he didn't realize it would end so soon. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed your nights together.

What went wrong?

“Y/N, we can talk this through.”

“Talk about what? This is already as confusing as it is.”

He didn't utter a word. His heart felt like it was sinking and he didn't know why. He had never thought of you in that way, so why would he feel like this?

He knew that this is the most idiotic and stupid thing he can do after you told him to stop the arrangement, he crashed his lips into yours.

Your eyes widen in shock, but you couldn't help but melt into his touch. You closed your eyes, kissing him back, nipping softly on his bottom lip. His hand squeezed your waist as he pulled you closer to him while the other hand was creeping up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it but never constricting it.

You opened your eyes to him smirking, “I thought you wanted to stop this?”

You glared at him, wrapping your hand around his wrist. “Just kiss me already.”

And there you are again, under him as both of you reveled on each other's bodies, appreciating and loving how he felt inside you. Thoughts of wanting to stop flew right out of the window as you succumbed to the pleasure he was giving you.

He loved this, he loved pleasuring you.

He didn't know why you wanted it to stop.

He didn't know why he didn't want this to stop.

Whatever the reasons were, what's important is that you were unraveling each and every spec of your being to him, and so did he to you.

You held on to the sheets and him as the night continued.

You hated the fact that he smelled like someone else, but who were you to say anything?

You were, still, just friends.

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

#txt #txt au #txt angst #txt fluff #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #heuning kai #beomgyu #beomgyu ff #beomgyu au #choi beomgyu fanfic #choi beomgyu ff #beomgyu fanfic #txt college au #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fic #beomgyu x y/n #txt x reader #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x yn #choi beomgyu fic #fwb to ??? #fwb!beomgyu #tokki requests

[andieanderson-writes]

Hi hi!

I currently have these two lines stuck in my head from “Slut!” by Taylor Swift, “If I’m all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us” and “In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman”. First time I heard it my brain went straight to Nanami Kento.

Could you write something for those lines?

Oh my God, I love this ask so much! 😭🫶🏻 thank you, anon, I hope this little drabble finds you. (written in 3rd person, the reader is referred to she/her, unedited.)

All Dolled Up - A Nanami Kento Fanfic (inspired by "Slut!" By Taylor Swift)

"Who do you think she's all dolled up for?"

The whispers surrounded her and wrapped around like a fur coat in the blaze of summer— itchy and terribly uncomfortable. Not to mention how it made her sweat. See, she knew how to make an entrance... adored it even, the way they'd foam at the mouth with every click-clack of her heels. But things were different now, and it was all because of the man extending his hand to her, body slightly bent out of respect as he looked up at her in what she hoped was adoration. Nanami and her had been sent on a mission together— exorcize the curses that had been plaguing a fancy restobar/casino under the guise of the newest couple among the upper class.

The problem was that as much as Nanami Kento liked to believe he was a lowkey guy who passed by unnoticed, it was actually quite the opposite. The man had eyes staring everywhere he went , trailing from the way a single lock of blond hair fell on his forehead (contrary to his usually combed-back hair) to his broad suit clad shoulders to his impeccably expensive looking, shined shoes. He even carried himself with an air of sophistication and importance. The world was his runway at that point.

And it so happened that Nanami was a regular at this particular restobar. He was known to come around to unwind, sometimes alone, sometimes under the persuasion of Gojo. Either way, people knew him well enough to know that this was the first time he'd brought a woman with him and, hence, couldn't stop their yapping and impolite stares.

Stepping down from their car, she placed her hand in his gently, not wanting to keep him waiting any longer. Nanami instantly pulled her in closer as they strolled inside, putting an appropriate distance between them yet close enough for him to lean down and whisper in her ear. "You're shaking." His hold on her hand tightened reassuringly. All the flashing lights and classy jazz playing in the background went dim at the heat of his touch, the calm of his voice.

"I am?" She managed to croak, grimacing internally. Confidence was not her closest friend when she was around a man as elegant and handsome as Nanami Kento— a man she found a little too attractive to be just a pretty colleague she was frequently paired up with.

Nanami nodded. "Yes. I take it it's your first time around here?"

She hesitated, not wanting to seem inexperienced. "Not drinking... but first time here at this particular fancy place."

Nanami smiled at the stress in her voice when she said, "Fancy." He might not have shown it, but he heard the whispers too. He was always watching, listening, hovering protectively when it came to her. "You're beautiful, darling. Radiant even. It's why they can't help but stare." Nanami stared too. His deep brown eyes bore into hers, and the depth of it held nothing but the truth.

She breathed an exhale of every bad essence she had trapped inside her heart. If Nanami, the man she had come to develop feelings for over the last few months, told her the reason the judgy rich stared and murmurred was because she was radiant and beautiful, then it had to be true. Yep, she conceded in her mind, I'm long gone for him.

"Well," she sighed, giving him her best smile to show how much she needed his words, his touch, his presence. "If I'm all dressed up, they might as well be looking at us. I mean... just look at us." The way she snudged him subtly with a proud, teasing smirk brought out one of Nanami's rare smiles. He couldn't help but lower his lips to press a kiss on the back of her hand. "Indeed. You are wise as you are beautiful, darling. Now, stay close to me... I'll keep a look out for that spirit manipulating curse."

She would never get used to the nickname, nevermind if it was fake. Just for tonight, perhaps she'd let herself believe that he ached for her the way she did for him. Perhaps she could have faith in the smiles he reserved only for her, in the soft and innocent touches, in the secretive glances and his need to be close to her at all times in some way or another, in his unwavering support and service to her.

Nanami was unlike any other man she had met— no, in the light of him, they all dimmed to mere little boys while his presence alone stood out like that of a gentleman in this fallen world.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk #fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu nanami #nanami fanfic #nanami kento #nanami headcanons #nanami x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #nanami kento fanfic #jjk kento #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #god I need a nanami so bad #taylor swift

[jjkamochoso]

hii I love your choso stories!

if you haven’t done a story like this already and your requests are open, could you do something about dancing in the kitchen with choso for the first time? I imagine it to be full of giggles because they’re both nervous but in love ahh 🥹

and if you don’t want to, I totally understand! 💖

Hi oh my gosh thank youuuu!!! You’re so sweet🥺❤️🫶 this is such an adorable idea, I hope I do it justice with this! Enjoy :)

Half Curse, Half Human, Whole Lotta Dancing

Choso x gn!reader

Fluff

Warnings: none

Choso was running late.

He could’ve sworn he planned this better in his head but everything had gotten out of hand.

“Yuji! I need you on cooking duty! I have to shower!”

Choso had a great, lowkey date planned for you and him. He was making dinner, your favorite food you had mentioned on your previous date, but his timing had been off all day. He was tied up earlier helping take down a special grade curse, then all the grocery stores in the area were out of a specific ingredient needed in the dish he was making. When he finally got home to his apartment, it was hours later than he had given himself to start preparing. You were supposed to be over in 20 minutes and he was almost out of time.

“Yuji!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Geez.”

Yuji emerged from the other room, texting with one hand and grabbing the spatula from Choso’s hand with the other.

“I got this, Choso. You go… do whatever you need to do to stop freaking out.”

“Thank you!” the elder brother yelled, hurrying to get ready.

When he was all washed up and dressed, he checked the time. He had 2 minutes left before you were supposed to get there and he breathed a sigh of relief. He really liked you and didn’t want to make a fool of himself, especially so early on in your relationship.

“Food’s good to go. I’m hanging out with Fushiguro and Kugisaki until you’re done. So I might be sleeping over with them if you’re sleeping over with y/n,” Yuji said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Choso reached over to punch him, but Yuji was too fast and moved out of the way. Before anything else transpired, they heard a knock at the door.

“Y/n’s here and you need not to be,” Choso said, guiding Yuji to the door and opening it.

“Hey y/n!” Yuji greeted you, “I’d like to stay and talk but my mean older brother is kicking me out.” He extended his lower lip into a pout and you fake scoffed at Choso who was standing in the doorway.

“Big meanie Choso, huh? Don’t worry Yuji, I’ll talk to him for you. Knock some sense into the guy,” you said, ruffling Yuji’s hair.

“Both of you ganging up on me? I should’ve seen this coming,” he said, exasperated, as you and Yuji laughed. The younger brother bid you goodbye as you entered the apartment complex, giving Choso a big hug.

“Mmm! Something smells delicious in here!” you exclaimed, following your nose into the kitchen. Your date trailed behind you, timid about his attempts to woo you with your favorite food.

“I made your favorite,” he said, getting plates together, and your eyes widened in excitement.

“Choso! You shouldn’t have! Thank you so much, this means so much to me!” You gave him another big hug and even though he hadn’t ate yet, he felt full.

“Please, take a seat.” He pulled a chair out for you at the table. “I’ll serve you.”

When he set the plate in front of you, your mouth immediately watered. Tasting it was even better. Dinner was absolutely incredible and you two fell into easy conversation while eating. You spoke about what had happened since the last time you went out, how today was, and swapped funny anecdotes. When dinner was over and dessert was finished, it was time to do dishes.

“Since you cooked such a delicious meal and worked so hard, I’ll do the dishes,” you said, trying to take his plate, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Uh, no way. We’re on a date, it’s only right that I do it all for you. You deserve to rest,” Choso argued.

“You deserve to rest, too! You did all the hard work earlier. Besides, it sounds like today wiped you out. I’d like to help out in any way I can.”

You admired his selflessness and stubborn nature, but sometimes he did too much for other people and not enough for himself.

“Alright. We’ll both do them. I wash, you dry.”

“I wash, you dry, then we have a deal,” you countered. Choso could tell you weren’t backing down and he secretly appreciated your willingness to help him, even if it was something so insignificant as washing dishes. While he cleared the table, you put on some music to help make the chore go by faster. Rolling up your sleeves, you got straight to work. Pan after pan, fork after spoon, you scrubbed away, absentmindedly humming along to whatever song was playing and moving a bit to the beat. You didn’t notice Choso was staring you during all of this. You had put him in an almost trance-like state; he couldn’t get enough of you and the way you moved your body to the music. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought about the kindness in your gesture of helping him clean up and he wished he could cook for you and wash dishes with you every day for the rest of his life. All of a sudden, he realized he was jealous of the way you, looking so effortlessly attractive and purely bewitching, were holding cutlery instead of him so he decided to do something about it.

“Dance with me,” Choso blurted out, startling you from your task at hand.

“What?” you asked incredulously. Choso was a man of few words, but the ones he chose to use, he spoke with such conviction and earnestness that no one in their right minds could turn him down. You especially, because in this moment, with soap bubbles flying around him and the kitchen light flickering ever so slightly, casting an ethereal glow over him, Choso had never looked more beautiful.

“Dance with me. Please?” His voice wavered on the second request but you had never been more sure of something in your life.

“I would love to.”

Choso took the soapy cutlery out of your hands to be dealt with later while you grabbed hold of both ends of the towel he had around his neck and pulled him in closer to you, smiles lighting up both of your faces. He placed his hands on your waist and you inadvertently jumped at the feeling of his still-wet skin, water slowly trickling down your sides.

“I’m sorry! I forgot to wipe them off,” he confessed sheepishly, pink tinging his cheeks while he anxiously used the dish towel that lay around his shoulders. You smirked deviously.

“I’m so getting you back for that!” In a flash, you reached behind him to scoop some leftover bubbles from the sink. The iridescent spheres now had a new home on the slope of his nose. All of a sudden, you both started giggling at the absurdity of it all as Choso took you back in his arms to sway to the music. He hadn’t had much experience dancing, much less with someone else, but thankfully, watching all those romantic comedies with Yuji had finally paid off as he had learned the basics of what to do. You were a mix of emotions as Choso gently indicated for you to do a little spin—nervousness, of course, was something you felt, but at the same time, you had never been more comfortable in your life. He had such a way of making butterflies appear in your stomach but an instant later it was like they were freed, flying far away and leaving no indication that they were ever there in the first place. As you spun back in and felt his gentle grip return to your body, you noticed that neither of you could help the big grins that wouldn’t fade from your faces.

“God, we’re so cheesy, aren’t we?” you laughed, “it’s like we’re in a movie or something.”

“If this was a movie, I’d give it a 5 star review on Letterboxd.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“You know about Letterboxd? You’ve been hanging out with Yuji too much.”

“You’re right, I have been. I’d like to spend more of my time with you, if you’ll have me.”

You broke his gaze, looking away shyly while exploding internally. Nervous Choso was adorable, sure, but this smooth version of him was certainly a force to be reckoned with. The upbeat tempo of the current song faded out and was replaced by a slow melody. Both of you tensed up, unsure of how the other was feeling.

“Do you… want to keep dancing? I know I do.” You hated how meek your voice sounded but you were so desperate to continue your romantic evening with Choso. Luckily for you, it seemed he had run out of suave comebacks— he was absolutely craving the chance to keep you so close to him so he nodded eagerly to your question.

“Y-yeah, I do too.”

You shuffled in closer to him as you two settled into a slow, steady rhythm. If your face felt warm, rest assured, his was BLAZING hot. Choso had dreamt of the moment he could slow dance with someone near and dear to his heart and now that it was finally here, he couldn’t wait to savor the experience. He wished he could bottle his memory of this dance, how radiant you looked, your e/c eyes filled with adoration as they found solace in his own deep brown eyes. If he died tomorrow, he’d die as the luckiest man in the world for having shared this dance with you. Your thoughts were mirroring his as well. There was nothing that could’ve made this night any better. Feeling Choso’s loving embrace, seeing him look upon you with such fondness— it was better than anything you had dreamt up all those nights thinking about him. As the song came to an end and the playlist was over, you two barely noticed, too enraptured in each other, love and yearning practically oozing out of you both. You noticed yourselves leaning in even closer, noses grazing and gazes never faltering until Choso’s eyes flickered to your lips and back up as yours did the same.

“May I kiss you?” he practically whispered, not wanting to ruin the tender moment.

“Please do,” you mumbled, equally as quiet, and Choso wasted no time placing his plush lips on yours. It took all of your strength and willpower not to have your knees buckle and melt into a puddle on the kitchen floor as he expertly slotted his mouth onto your own. Your hands moved into his hair, tugging slightly, but not ruining his perfectly placed buns, and he let out a content groan. In return, his hands found their way up your back as he held you tight, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. When you eventually broke out of your loving embrace for air, you both felt flushed and out of breath, almost panting from your now swollen lips. Feeling giddy, you and Choso started giggling again, grateful to have shared such an intense yet gentle natured kiss. As you were catching your breath, you lifted your fingertips to softly trace Choso’s mark on his face, his eyes fluttering shut once more, relishing your touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered, really taking in all of his features as you admired him up close. He had surprisingly long eyelashes that rested on his pale skin. The dark circles around his eyes were prominent and ever so enticing. If you could only choose one thing to remember for the rest of your life, you think it would have to be what you’re experiencing right now because it truly felt like heaven on earth. It didn’t matter if you were in an apartment kitchen with layers of peeling paint around you or if you were in the Palace of Versailles—Choso was the most exquisite thing you could’ve ever laid your sight on.

“You stole my line,” he replied cheekily, a kind smile seemingly permanently etched into his features. You gave him a playful tap on the chest, rolling your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll be beautiful, you’ll be irresistible. Deal?”

“That hardly seems fair to you, darling, but it’ll do for now.” He shot you a wink and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped then and there.

“Dancing with you was fun, we should take a class for our next date! Maybe salsa?” he suggested.

The only salsa you were interested in was the one that goes on chips, but there was no way you could turn down his big puppy eyes. You just hoped he would buy sturdy shoes with a solid toe—you were going to be stepping on them a lot next time you hung out!

#choso x reader #jjk x reader #choso fluff #choso x reader fluff #kamo choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n

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OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS + canon sprinkles part 2

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

PROFESSOR NATQUIK

— late 50s or early 60s

— speaks Russian and English (with a Russian accent, like he replaces “w” with “v” like “vas” and “z” like “zat”)

— if he gets pissed off, he’ll have the craziest Russian accent that you’ll think he’s trying to summon an ancient devil or something

— isn’t usually a drinker but flavored vodka hits different (he’s Russian, like be fr)

— Calico Jack and him are chaotic besties

— sometimes, if he doesn’t know what to respond, he just kind of goes 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

— taught Barnacles how to do field research when he was a Polar Bear Scout (canon ofc)

— always carries at least two forms of radio/some kind of long range communication on him at all times after being stranded in the Antarctic; he does not risk sh*t .

— when he lost connection to the radios he spent hours freaking out, while trying to fix the connection, causing him to slightly go insane + due to being alone for so long

— befriended the penguins in the Antarctic and they got him food and such (here)

— has ✨trauma✨ (he’s in need of therapy)

— a bit paranoid

— his fear response, fight or flight, is fight

— can’t sleep with noise; a lot of sounds keeps him alert since his ears are sensitive and therefore he wouldn’t be able to sleep, he’s used to the silence of the Antarctic

— a father figure to Barnacles (and Bianca)

— adding: Barnacles gave him a father’s day present as a cub once and they both cried

— any even just slightly traumatized child he comes across, he adopts (that’s his kid now)

— if he sees someone that he cares about cry he becomes a Dad™

— the only one who has seen Barnacles lose his temper / have a full-on breakdown

— gets frustrated quite easily

— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.1

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

RANGER MARSH

— in his 50s

— ✨a Florida man✨, need I say more?

— has definitely wrestled an alligator before at least once and then acted like it’s normal (“why are you shocked? this is a typical tuesday”)

— sleeps like a brick no matter what; could possibly sleep through an earthquake

— uses the same catchphrases as Tweak; he’s the one she got them from!

— has no idea how advanced technology works but is learning and doing his Best™

— Tweak wants to fix his radio because it’s falling apart but he insists that it works fine (“I can’t even hear you when you call!” “That’s because you live in the ocean” “LET ME FIX IT”) .

— Tweak chewed on his hat when she was a kid and that’s why his hat has that bite mark (he refuses to buy a new hat because this one carries a memory of Tweak and he adores it)

— lowkey a dad to 90% of the Everglades creatures; they’re like family to him

— enjoys Florida Man memes; when he sees one he just goes “haha, I did that once,” and Tweak nods along knowingly and the others are like “???” (except Dashi, who is the one sending them to him either herself or through Tweak)

— sometimes sounds the Octo-alert just to talk to Tweak; free Tweak button

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

CALICO JACK

— late 60s

— the oldest Octo-Agent (may or may not deny it)

— has a Caribbean origin

— his mom was a Calico cat, hence his name Calico Jack

— his fear response, fight or flight, is flight; tends to panic when he realizes he made a mistake (lets out curses when no one’s around)

— kind, but not nice: before Kwazii was born, he was a merciless pirate like the others, but once Kwazii was born? Dude did a total 180° and always tried to positively influence his grandson, wanting him to be kind

— adding: since Kwazii was already starting to take after the pirate side of him and does get mistaken for his grandfather Calico Jack most likely got scared that something would happen to Kwazii, so mayhaps Jack went on a spree finding all his enemies (thinking they might mistake Kwazii for him and attack) like Whitebeard, Pirate King, all of em and ‘took care of them’ so to speak

— has seen some truly weird and scary sh*t

— can’t sleep without noise; if it’s quiet he assumes that he’s in danger and therefore cannot sleep

— has ✨trauma✨

— adding: possibly in denial about it

— Pete is his Emotional Support Birb™

— hasn’t had a home-cooked meal in YEARS; if you gave him, like, hot soup, he’d cry pt.2

— Tweak tried to offer him a new, modern prosthetic but he refused because “it isn’t the pirate way”

— considered the greatest cat pirate ever; but what actually has meaning to Jack, is that Kwazii thinks he’s the greatest

— adding: definitely cried when he learnt that Kwazii thinks he’s great

— actually has a bad eye (unlike Kwazii) but can still see with it, just not very well

— has a sea-farer’s accent like his grandson, only deeper and gruffer in tone

— also, slightly less quick to blame mythical creatures for strange things that he and the Octonauts encounter

— since Kwazii originally thought that Jack died a long time ago, but found him alive in the Amazon, and pretty much able to leave whenever he wanted, Jack was most likely just hiding from the world (a mood tbh)

— like Ranger Marsh, pretends to sound the Octo-alert on accident to talk to Kwazii; free Kwazii button (he blames it on Pete)

— part of the Old Mens Squad™

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PAANI

— late 20s

— Indian (canon but like, adding it anyway)

— a hydrologist (again, canon, but anyway)

— autistic? possibly.

— can sometimes take others too literally or not catch certain social cues immediately

— has a tendency to get attached to inanimate objects very easily

— despite how acquainted he becomes with most creatures on his travels, he struggles to keep closer friendships— probably has some kind of attachment issues

— has a habit of doing things without asking first, or like, considering how his actions may indirectly affect others before doing them, in the name of The Greater Good™

— is a lot like Kwazii but also has a lot of the same qualities as Barnacles ; the reason why he ends up in trouble is because he jumps in to protect creatures (without thinking much)

— definitely imitates Kwazii’s sea-farer’s accent and is actually kind of good

— taller than Kwazii (and teases him about it)

— gay or demiromantic demisexual

— impulsive and acrobatic

— sleeps in the most random positions that make you think how the f is he comfortable

— makes Kwazii reflect on his own actions because Paani does the same kind of stupid reckless sh*t that he does, so now it’s Kwazii who’s gotta to be like “you should have asked for help!” while Paani’s just like “I didn’t think I’d need it :3” (truly a Barnacles moment /hj)

— adding: Kwazii and Paani have a shared love for cooking, eating snacks, tiny/baby animals and telling stories

— sometimes visits Kwazii on the Octopod, holds story-telling nights with him and the Vegimals, and bakes with them

— enjoys surfing and paddle boarding a lot; goes with Dashi sometimes

— skilled at tracking storms and usually wants to see it up close (Kwazii agrees)

— likes birds a lot and has some kind of ability to bond with them easily

— got some sort of trauma; may or may not be aware of this (either in denial or has accepted it)

— favorite food is the jackfruit

— his comfort food is his Paani’s Patties and he brings them literally everywhere he goes

— when he gets excited about water, he kind of just forgets his surroundings and just talks and talks until someone stops him— because otherwise he’ll just keep going

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MIN

— in her 60s? (I mean she’s in the same age range as Inkling since they’re old friends so)

— Chinese (canon, but adding it anyway)

— canon, but met Inkling when he got stuck clinging to bamboo after a storm, and saved him by carrying him down

— extremely flexible and talented when it comes to climbing trees/jumping through bamboo; she can jump high and flip while climbing rocky cliffs

— precise and accurate when drawing maps that it’s like black magic or something

— hosts tea parties with Inkling sometimes (and sometimes the others tag along!)

— sometimes hangs out with Ranger Marsh, Natquik and Calico Jack (the Old Mens Squad™)

— adding: she’s an honorary member of the Old Mens Squad™

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

BIANCA

— mid 30s or late 30s, younger than Barnacles

— Canadian; she and her cubs live in a den in the Arctic, Northern Canada

— sometimes visits Pearl or has calls with her

— strong but nowdays isn’t just as strong as Barnacles; doesn’t stop her from calling him ‘Feather Paws’ though

— grew up with Barnacles as her only family

— learned independence and self-reliance at a young age, especially in the Polar Scouts

— when she heard the ship MV Manitoba, that Barnacles was on, crashed during a big storm she immediately went to look for him

— knows Russian because of Natquik

— doesn’t really admit it, but in a way, also sees Natquik as a father figure (maybe not as much as Barnacles does, but nevertheless)

— polar bears are the most carnivorous of the bear family, so she eats a lot of meat

— can handle a hot climate but not for very long; so she usually stays in the Arctic with the cubs (also since they can’t handle hot climate)

— sleeps with a picture of her and Barnacles

— when Barnacles comes to visit them in the Arctic and stays the night or two, Bianca and the cubs cuddle with him

— tells stories to Orson and Ursa about their Uncle Barnacles and her childhood

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

PEARL

— early 30s, older than Shellington

— a marine biologist

— has knowledge to everything there is to know about kelp forests and kelp plants

— looked after Shellington a lot when they were kids (has slight Older Sister Syndrome™)

— Scottish (yes I know otters don’t live there but idc, she and Shellington were born there end of discussion)

— now lives in British Columbia, Canada

— sometimes visits Bianca in the Arctic or has calls with her

— a bit more serious than Shellington and not as clumsy

— facetimes Shellington every week or Shellington facetimes her

— the Vegimals call her aunt (she finds it cute)

— unlike Shellington, she’s not allergic to anything and also eats almost anything

-ˋˏ ༻ ♡ ༺ ˎˊ-

NOTE : WILL BE UPDATED WHEN I FIND / COME UP WITH NEW STUFF !

#octonauts #octonauts headcanons #professor natquik #ranger marsh #octonauts calico jack #octonauts paani #min the mapmaker #octonauts bianca #octonauts pearl #octo-agents

[fakesimp]

Hi chia, congratulations for the 500 followers!!! You continue to grow to be such an amazing writer, i'm so proud of you!

For the request... How about going to an escape room with shu?

Mysta's been trying to help his brother to confront his crush so he decided to take you both to an escape room on a winter fair. Too bad only two people allowed per round and mysta happened to receive some "important call" so there you were with shu.

As the challenges that needed to be done to open each door were getting too intimate to be done between friends, shu sheepishly looked at you and said "i mean.. i'm fine if it's you."

There you are, i hope you're not getting tired receiving so much shu request from me (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Thank you so much chia

-🍰

"I'm fine if it's with you.." , With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack (?) ; Friends to Lovers ; Confession ; Established Relationship ; Mentions of Kissing ; Mentions of Mysta Rias ; Shu and Mysta are Brothers

A/n : I will never be tired of your Shu request 🍰 anon, so dw~ (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I mean he's my oshi too so (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)💜

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"Oh shit, gotta an important call, wait up"

. . .

"Yo, I gotta go, there's a place I need to go, so- have fun both of you aight? I can't even fucking enter the escape room too lol. So, have fun! Call me if you guys are done." Mysta said leaving both you and your friend, Shu Yamino alone. You both bid goodbyes at Mysta, and now standing next to each other a bit awkwardly.

"Well, that was. Quite unexpected no? Haha" The Sorcerer laughed softly and looked over at you, smiling sheepishly. "Since there could only 2 people doing it so.." Shu said stopping halfway, staring at you expectantly. "Yeah, let's just go do it."

. . .

Everything was going fine at first until you realize this escape room, is making both of you doing what a couple would do. And right now you're at a room that you have to, do something that's, friends. Shouldn't do. At least, that's what you thought. You look over at Shu, who's also a little bit flustered by what you and him should do to escape the current room.

You don't know if you want to curse at Mysta, or thanking him for giving this opportunity to you.

You, have developed a feeling towards the Sorcerer for quite some time. You've taken an interest to Shu Yamino ever since your eyes landed on him for the first time, the way he smiles. The way he talks, the way he helped the others. He's just. Perfect.

And now here you are, alone with him. Doing an escape room, thanks to Mysta now you're both stuck in a room. Where both of you have to, kiss your partner to proceed to the next room. You stared at Shu, then at the floor. Confused on what to do, should you do it? Since both of you are going to be stuck here for quite sometime if none of you aren't doing it.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Shu asked as he look over at you, "We, could just give up, if you, you know, don't want to do this challenge." He said making you immediately shook your head. "No- No, it's fine.." you said as you look away from him a bit.

"Do you, mind tho? Doing this.. all with me?" You hesitantly asked the Sorcerer, he looked at you a bit surprised but it only last a few seconds before he went back to his composure self. "I mean.. I'm fine if it's with you." He said and his signature V-shaped smile appeared.

You took a deep breath, Shu who's looking at you is a bit worried. But he's lowkey thankful for his brother's doing right now, without his help, he probably won't even do these types of stuff that he had been wanting to do with you for a long time.

But the problem is, both of you are not in a romantic relationship. Yet.

You look up at Shu, who's staring at you this whole time. Immediately looked away, embarrassed. Getting caught staring, you tilted your head confused. How dense can you be, did you not realize the way he look at you, lovingly? The way he adores you and your antics.

You heard Shu cleared his throat and look over at you, back to his usual self. "So, are you.. ready?" Shu asked hesitantly, as he sheepishly smiled at you. Oh how you love that signature V-shaped smile of his, "Y-yeah, I'm ready.."

And now here you are, standing so close to each other, Shu put his hands on your hips. Since he doesn't know where to put them, you at the other hand, put your hands on his shoulder. Making both of you seemed like you're gonna dance by this point. Now that you realize it, you look into his pretty eyes. He have long eyelashes, and unexpectedly his perfume smells sweet. You both stared at each other for a few seconds before leaning closer, slowly closing the gap.

But before you could even land your lips on his, he whispered, "I like you." And then before you could even process what the Sorcerer said, he pulled you in and kisses you. The butterflies in your stomach are acting up,

Shu Yamino? Liked you? Are you dreaming??

You slowly pulled away, staring at him. Seeking for the truth. Is he, being serious? Shu stared at you, not even budge to move away nor look away. The gap between your body and his are still the same, instead of letting you go, he just stood still, hands that was from your hips are now on your waist. Shu smiled sheepishly, and slowly open his mouth, he repeated

"I like you.."

You stared at him, in disbelief. He liked you. Shu Yamino, liked you. But then you feel Shu slowly moved away when he didn't hear you talking, but before he could take another step away you pulled him back in. Earning a small gasp from the Sorcerer, you hugged him tight. But not too tight for him not being able to breathe. "(Y-Y/n)? Are you alright??" He asked, despite the confession he did like a few seconds ago.

"..too.." You mumbled, "Huh?" Shu blinked multiple times, confused. "I, uh, I'm sorry I can't hear you, mind to repeat?" He requested as he gently pat your head and chuckled softly. You can feel his body slightly shakes as he chuckle, you took a deep breath one last time,

"I like you too.." you repeated, a bit louder this time. Making the Sorcerer stopped what he's doing, and the next second you are engulfed in his arms.

"You're finally mine.."

"I'm all yours, Shu.."

. . .

"Shu, I think we should finish this escape room now.." You said as you laughed at yourself walking to another level of the escape room, "To be honest, I almost forgot what we're doing in the first place." He replied and laughed along with you. "Since we're a couple now, we don't have to think over the challenge too much, right?" You asked, making the Sorcerer let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You pout as you look away from the Sorcerer, making him walk close to you. Wrapping his arms around you, "Yeah babe of course not, we don't have anything to think over about the challenge, we can do it without any problem." He whispered into your ears.

"Babe.."

"Hm?"

"You, called me-"

"Well Isn't that how lovers called each other?"

©fakesimp

Bonus scene !

"You should thank me, Shu" Mysta said when he and Shu reached their shared home, "Hmmm." Shu just hummed as he remembers the moments with you. Unconsciously didn't listen to Mysta's blabbering, The way your lips felt soft against his, he remembered it so clear. "Shu? Shu Yamino- hey!" Mysta pulled him back a little.

Shu snapped back to reality, to see how close the distance between him and the wall are. "You want to kiss that wall?" "Wh- no.. Why would I want to kiss the wall when- .. nevermind" Mysta squinted his eyes, and there's a mischief glint appeared.

"You, kissed. Didn't you?"

"... No."

"YOU DID! OH DAMN, tell me. Are you guys dating yet, you should've, right? RIGHT??"

"...Uhhhhh, hmmmmm.."

"You can't escape from the truth, Shu"

"Haah, fine.. Y-yeah.. we did."

"BROO I'M SO PROUD OF YOUU-"

"Mystaa..."

A/n : I hope you like this, 🍰 Anon ! It's, unexpectedly longer than anticipated. Oop. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(2/6) - 500 Followers Event !

#nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem x reader #luxiem #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #➴ fakesimp writing for you #fakesimp writing #🍰 anon #500 followers event !

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

irene gf headcanons

TW: cursing, mentions of death

at the start, it was hella awkward

she didn't even acknowledge you, you were just someone else in the room

but you were INFATUATED

you gave it all so you would get the smallest sign of attention from her

there wasn't way of flirting with her without it being the weirdest

she's not stupid, she knew you were flirting, she just didn't really care

UNTIL

she was alone with you, so she forcefully had to have a conversation with you

she felt so comfortable, you made her laugh and understood her, the words would just flow

now it wasn't just curiosity what you made her feel, you gave her a reason to give you a chance

we almost lost you the moment she proposed to go out sometime

she just felt in the right place, in the right moment with you, she felt at ease, and irene NEVER feels like that

so you instantly became special to her, and she decided to get to know you better

you were getting to know each other better FOR THE LONGEST TIME

but you were comprehensive that it was necessary for her so she would trust you

still, joy had to force you into asking her to be your girlfriend

she said yes, thankfully

irene's love language is DISSING YOU

prepare to have your self esteem destroyed

you made fun of the way she walks ONCE and you almost got single

that didn't stop you from the amount of bullying you did to her when zimzalabim went out

you lowkey liked it tho, just didn't let anyone know

she's not someone to share her feelings, but you helped her understand how useful and healing is to let it all out and be listened, cared about, so now you're her biggest support

she trusts you so so so much, really, if you let her down yeri and joy are breaking you into pieces

she haves such a hard time touching you...

physical demonstrations of love are something that doesn't match irene, so she's very subtle with it

fixing your hair, holding onto your arm, hugging you while you both wait on the line to get your take out, slightly hitting your arm when you say something cheesy or make her laugh

so that makes you the kisser

you just kiss her all the time cause she's so gorgeous, adorable and her lips looks so red and kissable aaaaaaaaaaaa

pecking her lips after she laughed cause her laugh is your favorite sound

she loves when you get touchy, even if she's not that much like that

you have no idea how this woman's brain works

she's just so random but so organized at the same time, and that creepy sixth sense of hers, fascinating

you're a jealous disaster like 79% of the time

cause you go by god taylor swift who once wrote "i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you"

irene loves this

it makes her remember how desperately in love you're with her

she would never make it obvious tho

she's a jealous disaster too

she would never make it obvious tho

in this relationship you are the bugs chaser, the animal repeller, the men distancer

the queen's protector

she sometimes speaks in satoori to you, when she's distracted or mad. she only speaks satoori with her family, and you're her family

if she's hot already, she gets even hotter when she's speaking satoori

stream hot by seventeen

yeri hates you

well, not really, she just likes annoying the shit out of you cause she can't believe someone hooked her unnie's heart

so she just HAVES to give you a hard time

but secretly she's so relieved and happy that irene's dating someone that loves her so much and would do anything for her

sometimes she forgets she's not your mother

cleans your place, irons your clothes, cooks for you all meals super healthy cause she says you eat so bad and that's gonna kill you and she can't have her future spouse dying

she's the one you go for advice ALWAYS, cause she's just so brutally honest and realistic

do i have to clarify that her love language are acts of service?

when you do small things for her that shows her you're thinking of her even if you don't say it out loud, that's her favorite way you show her love

like when you send food while they're practicing, send her a song that reminded you of her, text good morning first thing when you wake up, do something just cause you know she'll want you to do it

she wants to create a home with you

irene is a sucker for romantic stuff

so you cook for her and make a romantic dinner sometimes, give her flowers, take her on a getaway full of those cheesy stuff you watch on movies, etc

you call her "baby" and she pretendes it cringes her out, but actually her heart does backflips when you call her that

she calls you "love", cause that's what you are to her

—O—O—

she the love of my life for real, irene acknowledge me please

—ica.

#kpop imagines #kpop #red velvet imagines #red velvet #red velvet headcanons #red velvet scenarios #red velvet x reader #red velvet reactions #irene bae #rv irene #red velvet irene #irene imagines #irene scenarios #irene x reader

[rma1031]

hetalia jumpscare

So I am like minding my own business here on tumblr, and by minding my own business = spam reblogging everything about something about MCYT/LImited Life like team ties (i love them so much) and skizz (i adore and miss this man so much) and also going full fucking ballistic (positive).

Then I look on my instagram and I have a really close friend of mine who is doing some "like my story and ill give you a song". And I shit you not, they gave me the NORDIC 5 SONG FROM HETALIA. AJODKAWIDAJNAIWRNAWEIDAWBAWAWENWBAJKEA

The way they did it was not the typical way you'd think. They'd give a song to their friend and they gave them "opera in the style of jerry the mouse" or something like "a snippet of ken singing from barbie fairy secret"

Not that it matters anymore. I have embraced the cringe (this year) that I was back in like 2014-2017, BUT OMG THAT FREAKING SURPRISED ME AND I WENT "HAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOOO".

I have Nordic Countries bias (especially for denmark (#1) and sweden (#2)) for that dumb and cursed anime (still into it but very lowkey at this point)

Now. I can't let go of the "woh woh woh woh woh woh hoku-o" sounds.

Thank you so much dear friend. Our past with hetalia still lingers on.

#rma posts #rma vents #not really a vent but like omg HAHHAHA #hetalia #im not gonna put team ties or skizz here #nuh uh

[edensrose]

hi! first of all, i adore your blog and your writing and i lowkey wanna be friends with you <:

anyway though, i'm having a tough time and this is a shameless self insert so if you don't wanna write this that is totally fine and i understand, but in case you don't mind: could you write a legolas x reader angst/fluff fic, with the reader having a tough appearance, maybe a trained fighter or assassin, also observant and good at reading people, but struggling with traumatic experiences (i'd rather not specify, i'll leave that up to your creativity) and therefore being kind of afraid of intimacy but still being undeniably in love with legolas and he with her.. - you get the idea i hope. feel free to have them be touch starved and cry and make out.

thank you so much <33

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ legolas ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. you loved him with your entire heart, you knew that. but sometimes it was difficult to see him in a different light, to expect something other than the trauma you've faced ( angst ៸៸ reader was hurt by previous lovers in the past )

· ⊰ note. so glad we actually started talking <3 I really hope that this is to your liking deary!!

“Why do you avoid me, meleth nin?” He upholds the distance placed between yet nevertheless stares at his beloved with a look of care and concern. “Have I angered you in some way?” 

The wall looks most interesting at this given moment as you use everything in your power to avert your gaze from the one of your lover. To avoid his cerulean hues which often bring comfort and ease. Instead, you are left feeling as though they will harm you, despite your better judgement scolding you for even fathoming such a thought. 

As if Legolas, sweet, wonderful Legolas could ever hurt you as they did. 

You draw in a breath, hoping it’ll soothe the burning of your lungs and chase away the sting in your eyes, but it does little in aid, as your throat feels swollen and raspy. “It is nothing, my love.’’ And still, you face the wall. “I have simply been feeling ill. . . that is all.’’ 

It’s a reach but you have hope that it would deter him. Alas, this lie simply stirs the pot of his worry further. “Meleth nin, please.’’ He calls once more, daring to take a step forward. “Do not lie to me, I only wish to help.’’ 

Legolas, oh Legolas. How innocent you are. To believe that you could help the shattered and fix the broken. 

“D-Don’t.’’

He halts, observing as you spin around and gape in dread at his sudden advancement. “Please,’’ you quaver, resisting tremors. “Do not come a step closer.’’ It is only then that the elf takes notice of the darkened room, had your candles burned out? By the looks of it, this loom may have been sought. 

Legolas dips his brows and finds himself awkwardly frozen in position, as per your request. He takes a moment to observe your stature; frightened, cowering, as if anticipating only the worst. It leaves him confounded yet all-the-more concerned. “Alright,’’ he answers despite the tightness in his chest. “I will take no step further. . . but please, dearest, I cannot leave you here alone any longer.” 

He was unsure of what storm raged within your mind but he knew better than to simply leave the room or ‘give you space’ as he has been doing for the past week. You flinch, curse him and his pure heart. Albeit genuine intentions, he would never fathom what it was that you went through, not without your confession. 

You remained wary, staring at the male as though a part of you expected him to break this promise and find his way over. A constant battle spouted within your conscious as a pair of voices fought; 

he was here to trick you, hurt you! He is just like them!

he loves you, he would never. He wants to help you! 

Legolas took notice of your clouded hues and cleared his throat. “Please,’’ his tone mirrors that of a gentle breeze throughout the trees, a whispering plea as his eyes find yours. “I am worried for you, Y/N. I only wish to know what has happened so that I may help. . .’’ 

Liar! 

No!

“I-I’m scared,’’ 

A croak so soft it almost missed his ears. In search of comfort, you wrap your arms around your quaking form and advert your gaze to the ground. “I-I fear the worst from you, my love.’’ With a sob, you lean upon the wall for support; half-wishing that it was his warm embrace instead. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’’ 

Legolas shakes his head, familiarising himself with the few instances in which you confessed a fraction of your past trauma. “No, meleth nin, please don’t apologise.’’ He sucks a breath in. Valar! He just wanted to hold you, wrap his arms around your trembling body and tell you everything would be alright. 

Alas, he could not. For the last thing, he wished was to bring further fear into your eyes and drown you deeper within this ocean of anxiety. 

“I’m scared, Legolas!’’ You repeat, this time through a choked sob. “E-Every time I look at you there is a fear in my heart. A fear that you will do to me what they have done. That you will break me once more.’’ Tearful eyes meet his as you snapped your head up. Red, puffy and threatening to spill waterfalls. “I-I strayed away because I thought it would help 一 I-I thought it would help!” 

Your knees wish to buck and send you straight to the floor, but you hold strong. “I need you, Legolas. . .’’ Droplets slip down your face, hitting the ground below. “But I’m so scared. I’m so scared.’’ 

His heart aches to reach out to you, to pull you into his embrace and shield you from the world that dared to hurt you. Legolas can do neither, but his resolve finally shatters and he begs for permission to draw near. Permission which you hesitated to grant, but ultimately did so when the will to stand dwindled. 

A slow inching which soon turned into a quick pursuit forward as your legs finally gave out and you fell straight into the hold of your lover, who looped his arms around your quivering form and brought his chin to your head. “I am here, my love.’’ His throat clenches, voice wavering as he hears your muffled cries into his chest. “I am here.’’ 

At last, the floodgates break and you crumble into him, digging your nails into the fabric of his clothes as you cry your heart and soul out. You fought back the urge to jerk away from the hand in your hair, to shove off the arms that held you with a repetitive reminder that this was Legolas. Your beloved, your dearest. The one who would not pluck a hair from your head. The same elf that would bring you the moon and stars to see you happy, the same who would walk through Mordor itself if it meant your safety and wellbeing.

It was these very assurances that allowed your tense muscles to, albeit with great difficulty, relax as your body subsequently settled against his. It felt like forever and a half, the time you spent crying on him. But Legolas was without complaint, only wishing to console and comfort you as he had done numerous times in the past. 

“I’m sorry.’’

Is all you can whimper after finally steadying yourself. “I’m so -” “Don’t.’’ You look up just as two hands take your face into a tender, delicate hold. Oh how you missed his touch, the warmth that left you shivering. “I don’t wish to hear another apology from you, meleth.’’ He frowns, being mindful of the way in which he handles you; for he couldn’t bear to see you in such a state any longer. It’s enough to double the tears in your eyes, none of which stem from grief as they had before. 

“Why?” 

“Why?” He repeats, expression contorting once more as he braces himself for whatever is to come. “Why do. . . why do I associate such cruelty with you?” A question only you would be able to answer, yet it left you nevertheless baffled. “I love you, Legolas. I’ve missed you. Then why is it that I expect only the worst from you?” He falls silent, unable to do anything other than gaze upon you with the same look of pure adoration.

“How can you still look at me like that?” It’s baffling, confounding, it leaves the tears welling further and bursting for the umpteenth time. “How can you still stare at me as if I am the moon and stars?” 

“Because I love you, Y/N.’’ 

The words are so sincere, so true and firm despite his gentle tone as thumbs brush away streaks of moisture. “I am undeniably, wholeheartedly, in love with you.’’ His forehead touches yours, cerulean pools pouring passion into your very soul. 

“Please,’’ hands cling to his clothes. “Say it again. Please.’’

“I love you,’’ he repeats, barely above a whisper as he brushes a soft peck upon you. “I love you. I love you; I love you.’’ 

Unable to take no more, you finally pull him in and press his lips to yours. Delicate, brimming with passion. Fingers bury into his blonde locks after arms loop around his neck 一 alternatively, a gentle hold remains on your face. Lips move in perfect sync, parting for but a breath of air only to meet again, and again, and again. 

And with every temporary departure, you mirror his words, return his praises. You take everything that you had abandoned for oh so long and he is glad to give it to you. All whilst that single, simple phrase is repeated like that of a broken record throughout the entirety of the night.

I love you, 

I love you 

I love you.

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 ៸៸ the hobbit/lotr ❜‧₊ #legolas #the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #legolas x reader #legolas reader insert #legolas x y/n #legolas x you #legolas thranduilion #the hobbit x reader #lotr x reader #mirkwood elves #angst #hurt/comfort #oneshot #writing

[secretjeon]

hey! hope you're having a great day. i saw that you're taking requests and have a very specific scenario that's been living on my mind rent free with tasm!peter. so basically he is into pottery, he likes to make mugs and cute shit for the gf and one day she asks him to teach her? cute, fluffy, wholesome, his hands on her hands shaping the clay kinda vibe, the lot (can add a bit -or a lot- of spice too iykwim). anyway, hope you like this and feel free to use it or ignore it! xo

Teach Me; Peter Parker

pairing: Andrew!Peter Parker x fem!reader

warnings: fluffff, cursing, a little smutty ;) thigh riding, nipple sucking, praise kink, handjob, cum eating, uses of the nicknames pretty girl, princess, ig it’s kinda messy because they were messing with clay(?) but its never directly stated

this was too fucking cute to not write ty for requesting this 😭 i feel like i accidentally made it more smutty than fluffy im so sorry (also lowkey stole that one scene from ghost) believe it or not, this is the first time i’ve written smut (or close to it) so i hope i did ok and i hope you like it! 😭

Your boyfriend had been into pottery for as long as you can remember. You couldn’t even count how many things you had around the house that had been handmade from Peter himself, mugs, bowls, vases, an adorable teapot that looked like an elephant that you had no idea how he made so perfect. Peter absolutely loved gifting you with items that he made, and you absolutely adored the gifts you got, knowing how proud he was of himself and how long he worked on it, and how they came out looking like absolute masterpieces.

You were currently over at his place, staying for a few nights, admiring him while he was making what he said was gonna be ‘matching mugs with each other’ as you both liked to have coffee or hot chocolate dates often. He was wearing an old band t-shirt he didn’t care about much and some loose pants while you were only wearing one of his shirts, having only panties underneath as you didn’t think any of your clothes were very comfy at the moment. It was quite a sight to look at, how focused he was on making it perfect, the way his fingers moved across the clay so carefully, you were ashamed (not really) that it was turning you on. You also thought it was an amazing art, wishing you could make pottery as beautiful as Peter did, which is when you got an idea.

“Pete,” He looked up at you while still moving his fingers around the clay. “Do you think you could maybe teach me how to make pottery?” He brightened up at the words he had heard, always secretly hoping you’d ask one day. “Of course Y/N, come here.” He gestured with his head downwards, implying for you to come sit on his lap. You got up and went to sit on him, careful for his clay covered hands not to touch your clothes, though you knew they would probably end up dirty anyways.

“Okay, so all you do is put your hands like this,” He put his chin on your shoulder and his hands over yours, carefully guiding them onto the messy blob that would eventually be a mug. “And just move them like this.” Putting his fingers between yours, moving them together and helping you shape the clay. It was more fun than you thought, but you figured a part of it was because you were doing it together. You enjoyed spending time with Pete, and this was definitely something the both of you were having fun with. You were doing pretty well so far, the mug shape coming together a little more, slowly but surely.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” You felt yourself get hot, shifting around in his lap, slowly getting wet from his words and the way his fingers were moving with yours. “Well you’re definitely good with your fingers, Peter. This is way worse than how yours look.”

“Come on, you of all people should know I’m good with my fingers, Y/N.” He joked while your eyes widened, realizing what he meant. You pressed your thighs together, trying to cause some relief. He laced his fingers with yours, slowly taking them off of the badly unfinished mug and bringing them to your thighs, forcing them to open.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how wet you were getting, sweetheart?” Fuck, you had forgotten about his spidey senses, and how he could definitely tell when you were aroused, recalling the moments he had known even when he was across the room from you. “Turn around,” he demanded. You shifted on his lap so you were facing him and straddling his thigh, while he was looking at you with darkened eyes, learning that he was now just as turned on as you were.

“Go on pretty girl, use my thigh to get you off.” He grabbed your waist, moving you forward to give you a start. You put your head on his shoulder, beginning to grind on his muscular thigh thanks to his spiderman activities. He started to bounce his leg a little, immediately making you moan from the stimulation. “Fuck Pete,” you whined, your pussy growing wetter by the second. You were glad he was wearing loose pants, teasing your fingers around the waistband before reaching in to take his hard cock out, spreading his precum around to get it slick before beginning to stroke it.

“Fuck princess, just like that,” He moaned. He took his hands off your waist to lift up your shirt, thanking the gods that you weren’t wearing a bra before leaning forward to take your right nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around the hard pebble before sucking on it, before switching to the other one. You moaned loudly, beginning to ride his thigh faster and jerking his cock harder.

“I’m gonna cum Peter,” You breathed out, feeling the knot in your stomach get tighter. “Yeah, pretty girl?” He took his mouth off your tits to talk. “You gonna cum for me? Cum, then. Make a mess all over me. Fuck, baby.” He moaned out the end as you swirled your thumb around the tip of his cock, bringing him closer to release.

“Cum with me Peter, please, please, please,” you began begging as your thighs started to twitch, your eyes rolling back, cumming all over his thigh. “Fuckkk Y/N,” your reaction bringing him to his own orgasm, hot spurts of cum shooting all over your hand. You sighed as you calmed down from your orgasm, bringing your hand up to lick his cum off. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” He kissed you harshly before you got up, getting a little embarrassed at the extremely obvious wet spot you had left on his pants. “Don’t get embarrassed darling,” he noticed your face, “It’s fucking hot. You should go lay down, you’re probably tired.” You smiled at his words before changing your soaked underwear into a clean pair and washing your hands of the clay that still occupied them and went to lay down in his bed, though with as much as you go over, it might as well be your bed too.

He came back with different pants on and clean hands and went to lay behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you closer. “I love you.” He mumbled into your neck. “I love you too, Peter.” You grabbed one of his hands that was wrapped around you and intertwined it with yours, closing your eyes and falling asleep with your lover by your side.

By the time you woke up, it was morning but Peter was nowhere to be found. You looked at the clock, seeing it was only 8 am when something caught your attention on the nightstand. It was the finished mugs from last night. Sitting side by side, both mugs sporting a sage green and brown with each mug having your names on it and little sunflowers scattered across. You smiled, absolutely loving everything about your life, knowing that with Peter, it would always be perfect.

was this bad? im so sorry i tried

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #andrew garfield x reader #andrew peter parker #andrew peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm #peter parker fluff

[rafescoke]

Jealous ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe finds himself being jealous over his friends with benefit flirting with a certain blonde boy

Warnings: Straight smut, angst, cursing, alcohol consumption, jealous Rafe

A/N: i am so sorry JJ for making you the second choice for almost every fic ever i still ly :( anyways thank you for 380+ followers wtf you guys are beyond amazing <3 here’s the smut you guys have been craving for:

“You’re handsome.”

“Oh yeah?” JJ smiled, showing her his pearly white teeth. “You’re not too bad, (Y/N).”

“Just not too bad?” She glowered, and leaned closer onto the blonde boy. He stared into her eyes, feeling her body heat now that she was too close to him, and he could smell her sweet scent. She reminded him of an ice cream during a hot day.

“Fine,” he huffed, and watched as her mouth morphed into a smile. “You look hot, (Y/N).”

“Thank you,” she giggled, placing a soft kiss against his cheeks as he laughed along with her, putting his arms around her.

(Y/N) never really had anything with JJ, being friends with him since god knows when, but she wasn’t cool with his other friends. He was there for her, and she was there for him, but they weren’t what people would call as best friends.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” JJ asked, a glint in his eyes. (Y/N) rolled her eyes at this, being done explaining to him that she’s not dating Rafe Cameron and will never be. They were the total opposite; he’s a kook, and she’s a pogue.

“JJ, I don’t know what to explain anymore,” she grunted, resting her back against the lawn chair as she watched the partygoers dancing to the booming music. “He is not my boyfriend.”

“You’re always out with him,” he shrugged, and (Y/N) gulped before she could answer him. After being Rafe’s friend with benefits for 5 months now, she didn’t think anyone would notice their relationship. They did everything in their power to keep themselves lowkey, but here JJ was; spilling everything.

“I won’t judge, you know,” he said, and gave her a sly smirk. “I get it if you like a kook.”

(Y/N) laughed nervously, and then proceeding to cup his face in her small hands. Her breath hitched at how adorable he looked in her hands, and she felt the urge to kiss his cheeks.

“I’m not even friends with him,” she rolled her eyes, and JJ swung his arms around her one more time, this time pulling her close. They stayed in silence for a few seconds before JJ pointed to a couple by the fire, saying a joke, and (Y/N) had laughed from the punchline.

She didn’t know it was the humour or the alcohol taking over after how many shots of vodka since the start of the party. Whatever it was, she truly enjoyed JJ’s presence; her childhood friend.

Rafe Cameron entered the party with a brunette girl he owed his father to bring, and he had never looked so miserable being in a party before. People looked at them as they made their entrance, and Rafe almost let out an annoyed groan knowing that people will talk about him and whatever the name of the girl was.

His eyes swept over the swarm of dancing bodies to look for a particular (H/C) haired girl, but she was nowhere to be seen. He sighed, continuing to walk to where they served the drinks.

“Thanks for bringing me here, Rafe,” the girl said, and Rafe nodded, not wanting to make any unnecessary conversation with her. He tried to negotiate with Ward, saying how the business will still go on without him having to take whoever this girl is to the party, but Ward had insisted him to do so, saying how he should think about making his family proud.

Rafe grunted, and his feet moved towards the backyard. He was glad the girl didn’t try to follow him after seeing her friends, and he didn’t think he would even talk to her if she did. He didn’t know what he want; he was just as confused as everyone else.

“You think so?”

His head perked up at the sound of her familiar voice, and Rafe found himself searching for her small figure. His eyes passed the couple making out by the fire, some pogue munching on a burger, someone preparing to jump into the pool and then -

Her. And JJ.

He crossed his arms, his eyes not leaving her as he watched her laughed again, her head tilting to one side. Every time Rafe would tell her a joke she would do the same thing, and Rafe felt a minor pang of hurt across his heart after knowing that she did the same with JJ as well.

“You know I would love to, J,” (Y/N) said, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “But your friends just don’t like me.”

“They do!” JJ insisted, “They just think you’re too intimidating. I don’t know what they’ll think about you if they know you’re with Rafe.”

Rafe raised his brows at the sound of his name, but before he could express a proper reaction, he heard her speak.

“JJ, enough with his name,” she groaned, “I don’t like Rafe, and I will never like him.”

Rafe almost laughed at this because god, who does she think she is? She was begging for him every time they did the ungodly activity, pulling his hair and leaving scratches behind his back. Rafe had to explain to Topper and Kelce how it was Sarah’s new kitten that had scratched him when they went out for surfing, and they didn’t even have any pets.

He listened intently again, getting more amused every second. Although he wanted to hear more of their conversation, he couldn’t deny the hurt coursing through his veins at the sound of her voice practically hating on him. He didn’t know if it was an act or if it was the truth, but he didn’t like anything about it.

“Then be with me,” JJ mumbled, and Rafe watched as she nervously laughed as if that was the funniest thing in the world. Rafe stayed quiet, wanting to hear her reply to that plea, and his heart was beating so fast.

“You’re cute,” she suddenly said, pressing a slow kiss against his cheeks again. “I’m so glad I have you in my life.”

Was that a yes? Or was that a no? Rafe cursed in his mind, not having a clue about the truth behind what she just said, and before he could process it further, the girl that he came here with tugged on his arms, catching his attention.

He clicked his tongue, “Yeah?”

“I want you to meet my friends,” she smiled, and proceeded to pull him to her group of friends who were waiting by the corner. Rafe tried to maintain his grim smile, trying to figure out how in the hell this girl did not notice the obvious signs that he was trying to show;

He was not interested.

“Here’s Rafe,” she exclaimed to her friends, and continued to introduce them to him. He smiled weakly at them, not really hearing their names, his mind wandering to a certain girl a distance away.

“Rafe?”

“Huh?” He looked at her again, “What is it?”

“They’re asking if you’re joining the truth or dare game in a few minutes,” she replied, and she had a look that wanted him to say yes.

“No,” he shrugged, and he watched as her shoulders slump. “But we can stay, I guess.”

She cheered, and Rafe used almost all of his energy not to mutter anything back, and followed her to the middle of the party where everyone started to gather for whatever middle school games they were planning to play.

He sat right next to hear, flicking his lighter on and off, not paying any attention towards his surrounding until she heard the familiar laugh again.

(Y/N) giggled at something JJ had said, walking towards the circle and sitting opposite of Rafe. They didn’t notice his presence, being too caught up with each other, and Rafe watched as she laughed again. He gritted his teeth.

“Who’s playing?” A voice suddenly spoke, and Rafe assumed him to be the host of the party. He thought of how the party sucks and he could hold a better party than this, but when she saw (Y/N) saying that she will be playing, he knew he had to be in the same game as her too.

“I’m playing,” he said, and watched as the people around him stared at him. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the voice and she quickly looked at his direction, and he watched as she tried to contain her shocked expression.

“Okay, we have enough people playing,” the host said, “We’ll start with. . . John B, wanna choose first?”

“Yeah,” John B sat up straighter, looking around the circle until his eyes landed on his best friend. “JJ, truth or dare.”

JJ put on the smirk Rafe hates, “Easy. Truth.”

The crowd groaned and some booed, but JJ still had the smirk on his face, yelling to the crowd that he was just trying to calm everyone’s nerves.

“Okay,” John B rubbed his hands together, “Who would you like to fuck in this room?”

The room fell silent as their attentions were on JJ, and JJ laughed before replying the question.

“Seriously? I thought you’re going to ask for my bank account or something, not that I have money in it. But (Y/N). I’ll fuck (Y/N).”

Rafe found himself gritting his teeth, staring straight at the girl who was also staring back at him. She had a teasing smile on her face and Rafe had to stop himself from pulling her out of this goddamn party and into his car.

“I’ll go with (Y/N). Truth or dare?”

He watched her again, his heartbeat quickening.

“Dare,” she shrugged, and the crowd cheered, finally getting any actions they were craving since the start of the party. Rafe sat up straight, wanting to see to what extend she would do something, and he would be lying if he says he wasn’t nervous.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room.”

(Y/N) stood up from her seat, walking away from JJ and towards Rafe. He widened his eyes, not sure if she would actually do it or if she was messing with him, but she was clearly walking towards him and everyone knows it.

She leaned onto him and Rafe swore he could feel his heart stopping. He could smell her scent now; that goddamn cupcake smell he loves so much.

“You’re drooling,” she whispered, and turned on her heels.

She proceeded to return back to her position and kissed JJ with all of her heart and the crowd cheered, but Rafe was trying to calm himself down. He felt his anger rising, being humiliated just like that in front of everyone.

He stood up, ignoring the girl beside him’s questions and continued to walk upstairs, leaving the stupid game downstairs to smoke and probably snort some coke in his pocket. He didn’t know anyone here that much, being in a party outside of Kooksville and only knowing the pogues, but he’s not friends with them so he was totally alone in this case.

He entered a guest bedroom and proceeded to climb onto the bed, taking out his stash and unfolding a dollar from his back pocket.

“Hey.”

Rafe jumped to his feet, shocked to his core from the sudden voice, but he relaxed when he saw (Y/N), though he didn’t show it. He continued to separate the powder into lines, rubbing his nose a few times.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” He asked, sniffing and lowering his head to inhale the intoxicating substance. He threw his head back, feeling warm, and looked at her again.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, being questioned with “where’s the boyfriend?” almost two times now on the same night, and crossed her arms.

“You have no power to be mad at me, Rafe,” she said, and walked closer to him. He watched as she leaned onto him like she did downstairs a few minutes ago, “You’re not my fucking boyfriend, and you know it.”

Rafe laughed, his head getting woozy, but he couldn’t deny the amusement he was feeling at that time, and god he felt like doing the most filthiest things to her.

“And if I want to fuck JJ,” she continued, her face so close to him that her voice was just above a whisper, “Then I’m allowed to.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, and he stared into her eyes with a smirk tugging on his lips. “You wanna fuck him? He can fuck you better than I can?”

Her breath hitched as he trailed his pointer along her soft cheeks from the temple, and he whispered again, this time with his face so close she could feel the heat from his breathing.

“I’m asking, baby, can he?”

One thing that (Y/N) hate was being challenged, and the look that Rafe gave her fit that exact meaning.

Before she could mutter anything else he attached their lips, moving so fast she didn’t have time to catch a breath. He pushed her over so her back was against the bed, her chest heaving, and Rafe had never looked prouder when he saw her in that state.

“Wanna be a bitch again?”

“Maybe,” she answered, with that twinkling in her eyes.

“Wrong answer,” he replied, and kissed her roughly again, hearing her moans and her fingers pulling on his already unkept hair, making them more messier. He groaned when he felt her biting on his lips, knowing that he would have to create a new lie to Topper and Kelce on why his lips are all bruised.

He pulled her apart again, this time with both of their chests heaving, and Rafe swore he had never looked at someone more beautiful than the girl before him. His eyes trailed down to her chest, seeing her breast all pushed up and her nipples hard against the cold air.

He licked his teeth, “No bra?”

“No-pe,” she giggled, emphasising on the ‘ope’. She inched closer to his ear, “Making it easy for you.”

“Thanks, baby,” he replied before kissing her fully on her lips again, and slowly going down to her core. He placed his wet kisses from her neck to her stomach and down to the aching heat as she arched her back from the tingling feeling, placing her palm against her mouth to silence herself.

He continued to place soft kisses on the outer side of her pussy, his member hardening when he could see the wet mark on her panties. He watched as she bit her lips, closing her eyes from just the kisses.

“Beg,” he whispered, and (Y/N) looked up from her laying position, feeling like dying at the slow reaction from him. She groaned, desperate for her release, and bit her lips.

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, withering as he ran his fingers along her thighs. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

Before she could prepare herself he dipped in, collecting her juices with hid tongue and flicking back and forth on her clit. She couldn’t contain her voice anymore, whimpering and moaning his name as he continued to please her, liking the way she was so submissive under his touch.

Just like putty.

“Oh my god, you’re amazing,” she gasped, gripping onto the sheets with her fingers. “I’m close, Rafe, oh my god.”

He chuckled against her core, sending vibrations throughout her body and causing her to yell from the overwhelming pleasure, gripping on the sheets even harder she could feel it coming undone from the mattress. She could feel the familiar euphoric feeling inside of her stomach and arched her back to reach it, until-

“Rafe!”

“Huh?” He looked up to her, innocently wiping his mouth with the back of his hands as he crawled back go her. He gave her a smile, “What’s wrong baby?”

“I was so close,” she answered, with tears in her eyes. Rafe tutted, using his thumb to wipe a tear that escaped, and proceeded to press the thumb on her clit, causing her to jerk upwards in shock.

“You’re okay, baby?”

“You’re a dick,” she answered, and jerked again as he pressed his thumb into her one more time. “The biggest dickhead I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah?” He raised his brow, and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Should I go then?”

He made a move to go away and without any shame she pulled his by his wrist back, not letting go until he chuckled, placing himself before her again.

“Answer me one question,” he whispered, and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me or JJ.”

“You.”

“Who?”

“You, Rafe.”

“Not my name,” he said in a sing-song voice, and proceeded to fake-yawn.

“You, daddy.”

He watched her with a smile on his face, leaning closer and pressing a kiss ok her cheeks one more time. “And will you be good to me?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Rafe was harder than ever, he could basically cum just by seeing her all worked up under him. His breathing was heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl before him.

“Okay, then,” he sighed, and before she could process anything he turned her over, exposing her ass to the air as the skirt she wore rode up to her waist, and (Y/N) felt a rush of cold against nipping on her skin.

She yelped as she felt his palm made contact with her cheeks, spreading his fingers and massaging them right after. He liked the colour of her skin now, all red, just because of him.

He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his boxers down, letting his member springing free and watched as his precum pooled on his tip, and quickly positioned himself before her.

“Please,” she begged, and that was enough for Rafe to push into her, closing his eyes and muttering a curse word while he felt her closing on him.

“Fuck, so good for me, baby,” he swore, fastening hid movements. The girl was practically screaming under him, and he had to place his hands against his mouth to keep her shut. He groaned, feeling the warm feeling inside him growing.

“Shut up, you bitch.”

She moaned at his words, taking a liking at the way he downgrades her since the first they had sex, and pulled on his hair as she tried to comprehend the euphoric feeling inside her.

“I’m close,” she warned, tugging on his back as he pushed into her, this time with a faster speed than before. “Fuck, I’m so close, baby-”

“Cum and I’ll fucking kill you,” he groaned, pushing himself into her that he ended up balls-deep, watching her scrunched up face trying to take his full length. He grunted, feeling his own end nearing, and getting ready to pull out.

“Fuck!” He yelled, aiming his penis at her face as he shot his load, and she could feel the hot leaks dripping off her face down to her neck. She didn’t reach her high, not wanting to disobey Rafe before, and she felt like crying her hardest.

“You’re crying now?” He laughed, cupping his face with his hands and watched as his cum dripped from her eyebrows down to her eyes, and he took the chance to clean them using his fingers before placing them before her eyes.

“Suck.”

“Fuck you,” she said, her eyes glassy.

“I said,” he leaned closer, placing his knee against her core and watched her jerked again, “Suck.”

She gritted her teeth and took his fingers into her mouth, tasting him and making lewd noises. Rafe watched her with his mouth slightly parted, his eyes a shade darker.

“You’ve been a good girl, princess,” he smiled, and made a move to hold her. She pushed his hands away and he laughed, “Tell me what do you want.”

“I want you to fuck off.”

“Really?”

She bit her lips, not wanting to answer his question. In truth, she wanted nothing but for him to fuck her like it was their last day on earth.

“You still want me to fuck off when I do-” he inserted a finger inside her and she grunted, “This?”

“Y-yeah,” she answered, biting her lips.

“Are you sure? Even when I do-” he inserted another finger, “This?”

“F-fuck, yeah,” she gripped the sheets, feeling the familiar feeing knotting in her stomach again for the third time.

“Really?” He sighed, and took his fingers out, pretending to wipe them on his shirt. “Guess I’ll go. Respect the lady, you know?”

“Fuck you,” she said, and Rafe chuckled when she took ahold of his fingers and inserting them into her by herself, arching herself at the feeing she’ve been craving since forever.

Rafe bit his lips, watching her guiding his fingers and he wished he had his phone with him so that he could record this moment and watch them over and over again.

“Close, baby?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, thrusting against his fingers. Rafe sucked in a breath, hearing her moans, and before he knew it she released himself against his fingers, screaming his name as she reached her high.

He laid himself beside her, staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breaths again. (Y/N) turned to look at him, and when he noticed she was looking at him he turned his head to her in the same way, so they were both staring at each other.

“You’re still an asshole.”

“I know.”

“And I hate you.”

“I know,” he smiled, and god, (Y/N) never had a stronger will to slap that stupid smile from his face.

“You love me though,” he suddenly said, and (Y/N) turned to look at him again.

“God, you’re full of yourself.”

“You just don’t want to accept the truth, (Y/L/N).”

“Whatever,” she got up, searching for her discarded panties and fixing her fallen top and skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair to disentangle them before making her way towards the door, only stopping to look at him before she could return to the booming music.

“See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

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