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Blooming Eyes
pairing; collegeathlete!anakinx flowershopworker!reader
summary; After accidentally knocking over another student with her painting, Y/n seems to have caught the eye of him. The same eyes that stare at her, blue and intense have trapped her, so she does what she does best; paint.
word count; 14.5k
warnings; P in v sex, multiple smut scenes, rough sex, romantic sex, mutual pining, obsession, dirty talk, name-calling, dumbification, making out( so much kissing omg), cunnilingus, creampie, etc etc
Working and going to school wasn’t fun, Y/n’s sure nobody has ever said it was. Though, her job was, oddly, pretty nice. She worked in a flower shop for Christ's sake, she was around nice people, and even nicer flowers.
School on the other hand was not as enjoyable. Y/n was in school for painting, and because of these two things people were able to figure her out easily. A sensitive woman who owns multiple cats, some even going as far as labeling her a "crazy cat lady" and trying to decipher her mental health for some reason.
She didn't let that bother her though, she lived a cozy life and for that she was grateful.
"I'll miss you." She pouts at her cat. The fluffy white one, Cherry, brushed against her legs as Y/n crouched, she briefly licked Y/n's fingers before rubbing her furry face against them. The woman smiled softly at the white fluff ball as she swept her hand down the cat's furry back.
"Don't think I forgot about you Mr. Grumpy pants." Y/n smiles as she steps over to her other cat, the broody void named Bear. He was curled up on top of her couch cushion, hiding his pouty face as she baby-talked. "I'll miss you too." The black cat uncurled to stretch and play with Y/n's fingers. She finally grabbed her backpack, the large canvas she had to drag to class, and waved at the two cats before opening and shutting the door to her apartment.
Traffic wasn't too bad, though, she wouldn't mind if it was. She enjoys blasting music and singing as loud as she wants. It was therapeutic. But, as she was pulling into the parking lot infront of the art building, she turned a little too sharp and the canvas in her backseat went flying. A mantra of "shit shit shit shit shit" flew out of her mouth as she parked and prayed it didn't break. Y/n whips around and inspects the item before slumping down in relief.
Now, the worst part, getting this monstrosity into class without injuring her fellow classmates.
"Sorry, 'scuse me." She mutters as she sidesteps and tip-toes through a crowd of people. A large clock sits on the wall of the building she's facing and, of course, it reads ‘9:29’. Her class starts at 9:30, she knows college professors are more lenient but she didn’t get that kind of teacher.
She loves her art class, absolutely adores it, but the teacher is a bit of a stickler and will kick students out if they're more than a minute late. Y/n thankfully spots the brick building just in time. Suddenly, "Go long" is yelled from beside her. Whipping her head around, she spots a student who is obviously an athlete and rolls her eyes, turning back to look in front of her.
But that would, simply, be too easy. Her canvas completely bulldozes over somebody as she turned around for half a second. "Oh my god." She spoke, not at the man on the ground, but at the freshly ripped hole right in the center of her painting. Terror paints her face as she stares at it. "Watch where you're going maybe." One of the guy's friends says.
"My painting.." She says as the man on the ground gets up. She's about to apologize when the clock from before chimes at 9:30, her eyes widen more, if possible, so she offers a mumbled "Sorry" before scrambling off.
"Are you okay, Anakin?"
"Yea...I'm fine." He lets out, still a little stunned. Not at him being basically tackled, but at her. He's never seen her before, but he couldn't think of a better way to run into her. He shakes his head and catches up with his friends, momentarily turning behind him to see if he's able to catch a glimpse of the canvas through the crowd of students.
Y/n successfully makes it on time, she flies down into her seat after setting the canvas on the project table.
"Nice to see you all again." Her teacher begins, but Y/n tunes him out. As she relaxes into her chair she can't help but think back to the guy she rushed into, guilt fills her as she realized she never properly said sorry. She can't even recall what the guy looks like.
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Later that day she walks around the flower shop, fixing up and watering some of the plants. It's so relaxing, she smiles at each one before moving on to the next. Soon the door swings open to a rowdy group of boys, all of them well over 6'0 as they leer over the shelves of flowers. She catches a bit of their conversation, "What do you think she would like? I know I fucked up, flowers will help, trust me. Girls eat that shit up." She rolls her eyes at that, continuing to care for the various flowers.
Unbeknownst to her, a pair of eyes catch her, they continue to lock onto her, even when she disappears into the backroom.
The boys ring the bell on the desk, a little too much and a little too rough. She licks her teeth in annoyance as she steps out to the checkout counter. There's about 4 of them and she'd rather be buried alive than have to talk to them. It's unbelievably intimidating as they stare at her while she's checking out the bouquet of flowers they settled on.
"That'll be $15.99." She mutters, looking up and making eye contact with one of them. His eyes are intense, but not in the same way as the others. She feels hooked, almost like she was lured into a trap. She gulps quietly before looking back down, putting away the money, and offering them change.
"Have a nice day and come again." She says, the last part coming out as they stare at each other once more. They only look away after the door opens and closes again. She's not sure if he looks back at her because she turns and zips into the backroom.
Friday, finally. She doesn't have school today, she only works. Her shift doesn't start until 4.
So, until then, she sits and does nothing. It's wonderful, she adores laying on her couch with her cats. Today was a bit different though, the stranger's eyes appeared in her head at every turning corner. It brought along a wave of goosebumps and quick heartbeats. Y/n has no idea why she's so drawn to him, but she is and it has completely blindsided her.
"Alright guys, I'll be home soon enough." Is said to her cats, more for herself honestly. Her shift went per usual, the people were back to being polite, no rowdy men who are incredibly enticing.
The next day, though, was unusual.
The bells she adores chime and ring as she enters the shop, checking in and greeting Marleen, the store owner. "Anything interesting happen recently?" Y/n asks, trying to make conversation as she gets out the watering can for the flowers. Marleen walks behind the cash register as she thinks, "Kind of, a man came in here and walked around for a little bit the other day, didn't buy anything, and then sat outside on the bench for another 10 minutes before leaving."
Y/n furrows her eyebrows, "That's strange." The conversation ends there as she goes to the back of the green house outside and fills up the can, dragging it back and watering the flowers.
An hour or two goes by before a few people come in, she's snipping some of the leaves as one of them gets her attention. The bell chimes once more behind her but she doesn't look. "Can I help you?" She asks, turning towards the man with a smile on her face. "Yes, would you happen to know anything about taking care of plants?"
She smiles brighter at that, "I do, whats the problem?"
"Well, my cactus is starting to turn a darker green or black color at the bottom and it's becoming softer. I'm not sure what to do." The man says, nibbling his lip. Y/n nods before asking, "How often do you water it per week?"
The man raises his eyebrows, "I water it everyday, is that bad?"
She hums, "There's your issue, root rot. Since it's the spring you only need to water it about every 10 days, that should clear it up. If the rot is more severe you might need to repot and re-soil it."
"I see, thank you so much!" She smiles as they part ways, she goes back to snipping the last of the leaves before retreating back to the backroom to drop off the scissors and then to the counter, waiting for anyone to check out. She spaces out for a second before noticing someone walking up to the front of the counter.
"Hello, did you find everything okay?" She spews off automatically before looking up, seeing it's the man from the other day. Not the loud, obnoxious one, the one with the intense blue eyes.
He softly smiles, "I did." His voice is deep, but inviting and easy to listen to. She grabs the small potted succulent he placed onto the counter before grabbing the scanner and scanning the bottom. She catches his outfit, a black baggy t-shirt and acid-wash black jeans. The simpleness only added to his overall appeal.
"You sure know a lot about plants." He starts, smiling at her. "You must have a lot at home."
She laughs before telling him the price, "I don't actually, I have cats so y'know." She smiles while the man swipes his card, "It'll ask you if you want to add a tip and then you can sign." She says, regarding the card reader. He nods before tapping it a few times and dragging his finger along the screen.
"You look like the type to have cats." He says as he puts his card away, "Is that bad?" Y/n lightly teases. He shakes his head no, "Not at all, it's cute."He says, momentarily reading her name tag. "I'll be sure to come back and ask you for advice if anything happens ." Her heart practically stops in her chest as she laughs, "I'll be expecting you, have a nice day."
"You too, Y/n."
She swallows, watching him leave. "Oh my god." She whispers, she could fill out a diary about him and they only just met. So, thats exactly what she does.
When she returns home, she makes a B-line for the new pocket-sized sketchbook she recently bought. She flips past the drawings of flowers and settles on an empty page. Getting out a pencil and drawing the one thing she remembers the most, his eyes. The intensity of them, his brow bone, she makes sure she incorporates the way they make her feel as well. She even busts out her colored pencils for the blue of his irises.
She would feel embarrassed if she didn't feel a physical feeling before drawing his eyes, her fingers tingle as she draws them, again and again. They stain page after page, some colored, some not. But they all make her feel the same way. When she deems it out of her system for the time being, she checks her clock, stunned to see it was way past 12:00.
But that's okay, the shop isn't open on Sundays.
Her dreams that night were surreal, she fell into his eyes, literally, like they were a hurricane, they swirled her further and further into him. She drowned in his eyes and wouldn’t mind if she did in real life too. When she awakes, there's a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. That day she tries her best to get into her homework and not the alluring customer from her job. At one point she spaces off and doodles along the sides of her psychology homework, it lasts a few moments before she realized what she drew. The same pair of eyes that have been tormenting her, stare back from her homework.
"I'm going crazy." She mumbles, laying her head on the table. Y/n picks herself up after a minute or so. Scribbling down the answer to the last few problems, she throws the paper in her folder and sits down on her couch, chewing her thumbnail anxiously. She's not really sure what's going on with her, she doesn't even know his name. His eyes though, the way they stared at her, brought out a feeling like no other. She decides to occupy herself with tv until she goes to bed, she has art class tomorrow and is well aware of the homework her teacher assigns on Mondays.
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Pulling into her parking space, she makes a mental note on the art supplies she has to buy. The faint thought of taking her drawings of him to the next level startle her. Is this creepy? She hopes not. It's truly addicting to think about him.
"Happy Monday, everyone. As you're probably expecting, I have an assignment for you." Sighs are heard through the class as he keeps going, "Next Monday you will turn in a painting on something that moves you. Doesn't matter what, but make it have meaning." He finishes. Y/n thinks for a moment about what she'd make, she can feel it at the back of her mind though. She doesn't have to really think that hard about it.
Her job was quiet, only two people came in during the 3 hours she's been there. Her shift ends in 10 minutes and she's excited to pick up some new art supplies, creativity is fresh on her mind, it has the tips of her fingers tingle. So much so, she grabs a pad of paper and a pencil and gets to practicing the same pair of eyes she's come to perfect.
The bells chime and she lets out a "Welcome in." As she usually does. She doesn't look at the door as she shades in the pupil of the eye, she can already see his likeliness shining through the paper. She continues adding details to his eyebrows as she senses something.
"Wow, that's amazing." A deep voice says from over her shoulder. Y/n jumps about 6 feet in the air and just barely keeps in her squeal of terror. He stands back and chuckles, "Didn't mean to scare you, you okay?" He asks, putting a comforting hand on her back.
"Oh yea, I'm fine. And thank you." She tries her best to seem not panicky and caught red handed.
"Can I see it?" He asks her, nodding towards the pad of paper. Okay, now it's time to panic. She can't say no, that would be off putting. Maybe he won't notice the resemblance? She inhales, "Sure, here." She scoots over the paper to him. Her heart stutters in her chest and her palms grow clammy the longer he stares at it.
"These seem familiar." He pauses, she could honestly throw up right now, this can't be happening. "I can't put my finger on it."
She exhales, relief settling over her shoulders as he moves back to the front of the small counter, she shuffles the paper onto the shelf below the register, hoping he doesn't connect any dots.
"I actually came here to ask you something. I'm in botany right now and it's not looking too good for me, I saw how good you are with plants, so I was wondering if you would tutor me? ." Y/n widens her eyes, what did she do in her past life to be rewarded like this?
"Oh, yea, I can do that. When are you free?" She's dreamed about asking him that, different context though, usually it's after he declares his love for her and wants to get married. Tutoring is good too though.
"I'm not working at the moment so any time that works for you probably works for me." He smiles, the motion adds a matching expression to her own face.
"Tomorrow at 6:00?"
"Perfect, does my place work? I'll give you my number." He tells her, waiting eagerly for her to reply.
"I can do that, and here." She grabs her phone from her back pocket. Passing it to him, her bottom lip becomes trapped under her front teeth. Their fingers brush against each other’s as he takes the device from her. Y/n swallows, glancing everywhere but him as he continues. "Here." He passes it back to her, he even put in his name. "Anakin." She states looking up at him. There's a gleam in his eyes, she's not sure what it is but it's accompanied by a teasing smile.
"That's me. Well, I just came here to run that by you, thank you again. I'll talk to you later?" He leans on his hands that are flat on the counter, not so subtly towering over her. The intensity in his eyes comes swooping back as she looks up at him. They trace her very being and it feels like she's forgotten how to breathe.
"I'll make sure to text you after my shift." She smiles at him to the best of her ability, it's hard though, she feels like the only person in the world as he looks at her. It's not a bad feeling, not at all, it makes her feel warm and special.
"I'll be looking forward to it." He let's her know as he walks to the door, turning around to speak to her.
When he leaves and is out of her line of sight, she crumbles. Y/n sits down behind the counter to catch her breath. Her face probably looks like a tomato right now, but she doesn't mind-Y/n has bigger problems. Like having to text him. What should she say?
'Hi' sounds too uninterested.
'Hello' sounds too formal.
'Hey' sounds too much.
She decides she'll cross that bridge when she gets there, she has another hour behind the counter before she can leave.
Turns out, that hour was pure agony. She spaced out the entire time and it STILL felt like years. But, it's bittersweet. As she sits in her car, face lit by the screen of her phone, the empty message bar sits there, she's typed nothing. Y/n knows she's being dramatic, so she huffs and types against her will.
"Hey, this is Y/n."
Then she basically throws her phone into the passenger seat and takes off. The volume of the radio blasts as she grips the steering wheel with a new found urgency.
Just when she opens her door she remembers the supply store. "Goddamnit." She swears she'll go tomorrow.
"Hi, Babies." She greets her cats as they hang around her legs.
It's not very late so she decides to start on her art project. She has a closet full of canvas', so she flips through them. What would make Anakin's eyes pop the most? Y/n doesn't know why she does this to herself, but she picks the biggest one she owns. This time, though, if it rips, she might attack somebody.
She lays the canvas out on her floor, an array of different black and gray pencils sit around her.
She closes her eyes for a moment, visualizing earlier that day. How his eyes pierced her, how he looked down at her. Blindly, she searches for a pencil. The feel of it on her fingers felt amazing, she cracks open her eyes and gets to work. His eyes fill the entire thing in no time and she feels whole. It didn't take long for her to fully sketch out everything, as she gazes at her newest obsession, it sends a jolt of electricity down her back. She breathes before picking up her phone, lungs soon deflating as she sees a text.
'Thought you forgot about me for a second haha'
She spots the time it was sent, 1 hour ago.
She scrambles to open the message app and type actual words.
'I could never and sorry by the way. I was working on my art project, it really cuts me off from the world lol'
He responds a second later;
'You really are a tortured artist lol'
'Here's my address by the way-->'
Y/n knows she'll have to put that into her gps, she's not the best with directions.
'Thanks, I'll be there at 6. Make sure you have the homework you're struggling with and the class textbook'
'I gotchu'
The conversation ends there, she can finally breathe.
School was, well, school, nothing ever happens in her math or english classes. Per usual, her job was the most exciting part of her day that didn't involve Anakin.
So, when she leaves work and heads to the supply store, she picks up the right paint and decides if she needs more brushes or not. As she tosses them in her backseat, she checks the time on her phone, "You have to be kidding me." She grumbles, 5:50. Her fingers quickly punch in his address before she's pulling out of the parking lot. He lives about 15 minutes away and it makes her kind of want to drive off the bridge she's currently driving over.
She speeds the entire way there, thankfully arriving 13 minutes later instead of 15.
In her scrambled state she forgets who's door she's knocking on for a moment, the fear of being late taking over her mind completely. So when Anakin opens the door she grips the wall beside her for support. "Well well, seems you're about 14 minutes late, tsk tsk." He teases as he holds the door open for her.
"I'm so sorry, I had to run to the store to get more paint." She offers, slipping her shoes off.
"Art project you were talking about last night?' Anakin asks, closing the door. Y/n nods, muttering a 'Yea'.
"When am I gonna be able to see it? If it's taking so much of your time it must be good."
Her eyes widen, he wasn't able to decipher the quick sketch at her job, but he would absolutely tell with her painting. She tries to hide her panic, "Maybe if you pass botany." She teases, following him to wherever he's set up at. They come up to his dining room table, papers and textbooks are arranged nicely, it makes her smile.
He takes a seat and pats the one next to him, "C'mon Ms. Artist. Tell me about plants."
She giggles as they begin.
Everything is going well, he's getting questions right and seems fairly knowledgeable on the topic.
"Are you sure you need help? You're doing great, I could hire you at my shop." He gives her a shrug and a laugh, the topic shifting to normal conversation after a little.
"You have two cats?" He asks, body facing her as he leans on an arm.
"Yup, Cherry and Bear, both pieces of my heart." She expects him to laugh at her for saying that, poke fun at her for caring so much for them. But he smiles, "That's cute, I can't lie. Do you have any pictures?" Y/n almost misses his question, her ears still perked up at his compliment.
"Oh, uh, yea." She grabs her phone in her back pocket, swiping through her pictures until she lands on one. Cherry lays on her chest while Bear sits behind her, his head pressed up against the side of her face. It still warms her heart looking at it.
As she shows him the photo, she gauges his reaction. A moment passes. "Wow, that's so cute" He's mumbles, drinking in the photo as she pulls it away, "I know right, they both have such cute faces."
"Oh yea, your cats are cute too."
She laughs at that, trying to not let his obvious flirting ruin her composure right now. As Y/n stares at the photo, the time in the corner of the device catches her attention. "I should go, it's getting late." She says softly, stacking the papers they went over, neatly. She stands and pushes the chair in, until a hand comes up to hers, stopping her from getting too far.
"When are you free again?"
"What, you wanna talk about my cats some more?" She laughs, soon looking up at him again as he stands. The hand on hers doesn't move, only squeezes for a second. A laugh leaves him as he looks away for a moment, a smile present on his face
"No tutoring this time, I was wondering if you just wanted to hang out? No plants."
Her eyebrows raise, "Oh, seriously?"
"If you don't want to thats okay-"
"No!..no, I, that would be nice." She stutters out, swallowing. The hand on hers maneuvers so they're hands are interlocked. She would've peaked down if not for the way he was looking at her. It's like a switch for him honestly, the intensity in his eyes flood back and she has to remind herself to stand correctly.
Anakin sucks in his bottom lip as he stares at her face, soon settling on her lips. He takes the first step, backing her into his table. Their fingers split apart as he leans his hands on the edges of the furniture, blocking her in. "I honestly can't get enough of you, each time I see you it's not enough." He whispers against her parted lips, his right hand coming up to cradle her waist.
"Anakin." She breathes heavily.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks, lips brushing against hers.
Y/n gulps, nodding as she gazes at his eyes then lips.
He doesn't wait a second before connecting with her skin, gently, lightly. The kiss progresses, the last hand on the table drifts to the base of her neck, loosely gripping the skin. Y/n seriously can't get over how big he is, he's so broad and tall. She feels like he could swallow her up with ease and it has her knees weakening.
They eventually drift apart, lingering near each other until he backs up and lets her out of his cage.
"Here." He mumbles, grabbing her hand and leading her to where her shoes sat. She slips them on without tying them.
"Text me when you get home?" Anakin asks, leaning his hand against his door frame as she stands on his porch. A soft chuckle escapes her, "Sure." Before she goes, he leans in, placing a hand on her cheek and leaving a sizzling goodbye kiss on her lips.
"Bye."
After letting him know she got home safe, she pretty much passed out, she's never been through so much in such a short period of time.
She wakes up to a few texts, and each and everyone of them drive her teeth deeper into her, poor, bottom lip.
'Good morning'
"I had a lot of fun last night'
'What are your classes today?'
Y/n composes herself as best she can before replying.
'Good morning! I had a lot of fun too, more than I've had in awhile'
"And I have two classes, psych and geometry’
The bubbles appear and she turns off her phone, closing her eyes and squealing.
'Do you wanna meet up sometime this week? if you're busy thats okay i totally get it'
She giggles at his rambling.
'I'd love to see you, is Friday okay?'
'Friday's great, wanna grab lunch? I'll pick you up'
"Sounds fun, see you then<3'
Was the heart too much? She doesn't know, it felt right in the moment. She honestly wouldn't be surprised if this was another one of her dreams, they're a little too convincing for her liking.
To say the week went slowly is an understatement. But, she has made good progress on her drawing, the vivid blues she used brought out his eyes incredibly. She traced the dried shadows casted onto the skin of his eyelids with her finger, she knew she was fucked.
Friday rolled around, it weighed on her psyche like a brick. Soon, though, the crippling anticipation would be over.
She scanned herself over in the mirror, "You got this, it's just the dude you're infatuated with who likes you back." Saying it out loud did not help, infact, the need to throw up starting growing. Y/n chugged some water before getting the text.
'I'm outside'
She inhaled and said her goodbyes to her cats, shakily closing the apartment door behind her. From the lobby she could spot a black car parked right in front of the stairs, she hoped it was his. It would be really awkward if she opened it and it wasn’t Anakin. Thankfully, though, it was. "Hey" He greeted, leaning his elbow on the center console, eyeing her closely.
"Where we goin?" Y/n asked, buckling in her seatbelt after she shut the door. He made a thoughtful face before saying the name of a cafe place he wanted to try. Her interested was piqued. The drive there made her giggle, the music he was playing made it very..obvious he was a college student. "What?" He asked, turning to her for a second before watching the road again, a matching smile on his face.
"You listen to fuck boy music." She pressed her hand lightly over her mouth as she laughed harder.
A look of faux offense struck his face as he let out an incredulous scoff. "Fuck boy music?" His astounded voice made the situation all the more funny, her stomach even started hurting from laughing so much. "Wow.." He murmured, chuckling some more. He bit his lip and shook his head. After that it was much easier to talk to him, he was easy to converse with surprisingly.
"What drink did you get?” He asks, taking a bite from his bagel. “An iced matcha latte with a shot of vanilla and vanilla sweet cold foam.”
He blinks at her, “Bless you.”
She laughs before taking another sip of her drink, a lock of her hair loosens from behind her ear and hangs in front of her eye. Anakin doesn’t waste a second before his hand is coming up to loop it back in place.
Y/n raises her eyebrows at his eagerness, "What? Couldn't have anything blocking that face of yours." The drink coming up her straw slowly goes back down as she freezes. A blush she hopes isn't as bad as she thinks it is, takes over her face and ears. She's really not used to a guy being this way with her. Anakin watches her, amused, he loves the way she reacts to his advances.
"What time is it? My shift starts at 4." She remembers, playing with her straw.
"2:04."
"I got time, what do you wanna do?" She wonders as he stands up and grabs the paper his bagel came with, throwing it away as they walk out. "Good question, do you wanna go back to your place?" It's an innocent enough question but she raises her eyebrows anyway, teasing him.
"Oh don't give me that look." He smiles, putting an arm around her shoulders. Leaning into her ear he says lowly, "Don't tell me you're already thinking dirty thoughts. You're so cute." His words paired with his tone, the proximity, his arm, and the intoxicating way his lips and breath brush against her ears are too much for her. "Ladies first." He says, back to his smiley self as he opens the passenger door for her.
The way back could be both worse and better at the same time. He rests a hand on her clothed thigh, he doesn't move it, but it's there, and she's acutely aware of it. It singes her skin even through her jeans. Y/n swears he's out for blood right now, she can feel her heart and it's not looking good.
As she unlocks her apartment door, she wouldn't be surprised if she just dropped dead right there.
Her cats, like always, meet her at the door, tails flicking, and cute meows spewing at random moments. Anakin's in awe as he crouches down, letting the animals smell his hands. "They're so cute."
She giggles at his expression, hanging up her purse.
Her cats warm up to him pretty fast, Bear flips over, his furry stomach on display for them both. Anakin gets his cat fix before moving on to her living room. "Very cozy, Ms. Tortured Artist." He jokes, taking a seat on the couch. Y/n laughs, finding the remote, "Oh, please. I swear everyone thinks I'm such an open book."
"That's probably because you are." He smiles, leaning back and manspreading.
"Okay then, guess something about me." She challenges, forgetting the remote to turn and face his smug expression. "Hmm." He looks up at her ceiling in thought before making an 'o' shape with his mouth, "I bet your room is either beige or pink, no in between." Her mouth opens a bit, he actually got it right. Her bedsheets are pink, maybe she is an open book.
"Well, fuck. You got me, it's pink." She laughs, shrugging.
"Of course it is, can I see it? I don't see too many adults with pink rooms." He plays it off, acting like he's completely innocent in this. Y/n nods, standing up to venture down the hallway. She creeks the door open, her lips pursed as she showed him the pink room he completely guessed right on.
"Wow, cute room. I bet you bring all the guys here, hm?" He teases, sitting on the edge of her bed, he pats the space next to him. "You're an ass." Y/n mumbles, sitting next to him. He leans over a bit, "I might be, do you have a problem with that?' He leans in more, scooting over even. He's close again like he was at his house that day.
She shakes her head, her spine tingling at the sensation of his hand wandering to her thigh. It caresses it, almost luring her she feels like. "Good." Is the last thing she hears before he kisses her again. They both lose themselves in the intimate act, need coming from both sides. It gets heavy quickly, a hand is placed around her back, pulling them closer together, the hand on her thigh has migrated to her ass.
Crash!
Anakin was honestly just going to power through it, the feel of her so eager to touch him sent him spiraling. But, of course, she pulls away.
"Give me one moment, okay?" Y/n pants against his lips, an apologetic smile already on her face. He nods, smacking her ass when she gets up. He closes his eyes and breathes, later opening them to glance around her room. It makes him feel something as he takes in the cutesy stuff around him, and that something shoots down to his jeans as they tighten ever so slightly. Stuffed animals littered her pink bed, her desk next to it had cute little stationary sets, random figurines, and a little notebook. He's not sure why it catches his attention but it does, the latch to keep it closed piqued his interest. So, without thinking, he leans for it, swiping it from the table.
The leather rubs against his warm fingertips as he unlatches it, flipping to the first page. "Predictable." He smiles, little sketches of flowers are sprinkled through out it, and the page after it. Just as he gets to the third page she walks in, immediately eyeing her demise in his hands. She snatches it from his hands the second he lays his eyes on, well, his eyes.
"You're so nosy." She laughs it off like she didn't feel her heart lurch in her chest.
"Sorry." He pauses, leaning back to look at her. A new mood swirling through his eyes, new to her at least.
"You really like drawing those eyes, huh?" He smiles, watching as she sits back next to him. "You could say that." She responds, hoping he drops it. He, thankfully, lets go of what he saw, eyeing her on her cute pink bed, the blush on her cheeks, and the timid look on her face. It’s so alluring. “Don't you think you're a little far away?" Anakin asks, ready to tackle her.
"I'm right next to you, our knees are touching."
"Yea, well, I could think of some other things I'd like to be touching other than our knees." He mumbles, loud enough for her to hear. He gazes at her face with an unbreaking stare. Scooting closer, he leans in to graze her ear with his lips.
"Seeing you all shy and blushy on your pretty pink bed really turns me on, if I'm being honest." His voice an octave lower. A moment later he stands up, a teasing smile on his face. "It's 3:10, you should get ready for work." Y/n looks at him with huge eyes, her fists still clenching the sheets under her. She nods, eyes going everywhere before landing on her lap—her mind trying to rationalize what just happened.
"Oh, right." Need has settled in her stomach, it swirls inside her as she walks past him to her closet. Her work uniform was neatly hung up like usual.
"Wow, do I get a show?" Anakin asks, amused as he takes a seat back on her bed. Y/n playfully scoffs, laying her clothes on her bed before taking his hand and guiding him through her house. "Are you kicking me out, Cutie? I thought we had something special." He jokes, putting on his shoes. "You're so annoying." She laughs, opening the door when he's done. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Gotta make sure you don't miss me too much."
"Okay, okay, get out." She laughs again, Anakin puts his arms up in faux defense as he laughs along. "I'll see you later, Cutie." He takes ahold of her chin, guiding their lips together. The kiss is definitely more than a peck, it leaves her wanting more as he pulls away. He offers her a wink before leaving down her building's hallway.
After closing the door, she slides down it. Face pressed into her knees. Images of what happened only minutes prior race through her mind, momentarily stunning her. She's never been so attracted to someone in her life. But, in love or not, she must get to work. As she's undressing to change into her uniform, she can't help but to let her mind wander. What if she did 'give him a show'?, she knows the feeling of his hands against her bare skin would be intoxicating. His already sinful mouth would be hair-raising.
Goosebumps graze over her arms and stomach as she slips on her shirt and tugs on her pants. The entire way there and her entire shift was endured with a heavy heart. She was wrapped so tightly around his finger already. The vulnerability of it all was scary though, she fell so hard and so fast. Yet, she didn't worry too much about it.
That night she lay awake. Skimming her fingers over her lips, replaying the kisses he's shared with her. A warm feeling fills her chest and abdomen as she closes her eyes. Pressing her face into the pillow as she smiles.
—
“Hey, listen, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my game next weekend.” Anakin says, he called her only a moment ago and, obviously, she picked up pretty fast.
“You play sports?” It really wasn’t that surprising, whenever he wore short sleeves his biceps would strain against the material, she could only imagine what the rest of him looked like.
“Yea, I play football. I’d love if you came, seeing you there would be great.”
“Sounds fun, I haven’t gone to a football game since I was in high school.” She murmurs into the phone, sitting cross-cross on her floor alongside her painting.
“Well, then you probably don’t know that you’ll need to wear a cheer costume, preferably a size smaller or two.” He teases, jokingly trying to convince her. A laugh comes from her and he can picture her smile.
“Is that so? I’m not sure either of us would enjoy my ass hanging out infront of the entire school.” She chuckles, spinning her brush in the jar of water next to her, soon drying it off on a rag.
“You’re right, you should cheer me on in a more..secluded place, like my bedroom.”
“You’re too much, Anakin.” She pauses for a moment, voice becoming softer as she continues. “I’ll be there, text me what time and stuff, okay?” The man on the other end smiles, “Of course, also. I don’t have a picture of you for your contact, could you send me that one you took of you and your cats you showed me the other day?”
Her eyebrows raise, he was oddly specific. “Sure, why that one specifically?” She wonders aloud, dipping her brush into some of the paint lightly.
“I love that picture of you, I told you I thought you were cute in it.” His deep chuckle has her hand momentarily stalling.
“I thought you were just being horny, if I’m being honest.” She confesses, breathy laugh escaping her.
“Me? Horny? Absolutely not.” Anakin teases, sitting up in his bed. “I will say though, could you blame me? You do something to me, Y/n. It’s difficult not touching you at all times.” He confesses, rubbing his neck with his free hand.
“What, do you like me or something?” She could only think of a limited amount of responses. The topic of sex and all things related stunned her a bit, she wasn’t a virgin but that didn’t mean she was used to his advances or forwardness. She heard his low laugh from the line and laid her brush on the rag for the time being.
“You have no idea, it’s honestly a miracle we’ve made it this far. We haven’t even had sex yet and you’re still keeping up with me. It means a lot.” The sincerity in his voice caught her off guard.
“Does that not usually happen?” She wonders if it’s too much to ask, but she’s curious. He sighs before answering.
“I don’t have the best..track record with relationships. I feel like sometimes all people boil me down to is sex, so, it’s refreshing that we haven’t done anything yet and you still wanna hang out with me.” His answer honestly made her wanna cry, she couldn’t imagine being used in such a way—multiple times.
"I'm so sorry. If it means anything, that's probably the last thing I'd ever do. I know I don't show my feelings much...but I really like you. It kinda scares me honestly." She held her breath at the confession, scared of what he'll reply with.
"Yea? You like me? What do you like about me exactly?" And there he was, back to his old teasing self. Y/n laughs loudly at his sudden change in tone.
"Do you actually want a list?" She smiles, absentmindedly grabbing her brush and twirling it in the dark-colored water.
"Oh absolutely, lay it on me, Cutie."
"Hmm, well, I really like how forward you are. You saying you'd like to see me and stuff, the guys I've dated in the past tried to be all cool and anti-feelings. It's nice knowing what you're thinking."
"How could I ever hide how I feel about you?" He sighed, running a hand through his sandy curls.
"Plus, it really helps that you're sexy." She had to say it, it had to be known. It was the truth, she couldn't be blamed. Anakin snorts at that.
"You're so cute, I just wanna pinch your cheeks." He teases, goofy smile on his face.
The call, unfortunately, ends a little after that. She has one day to finish the painting, it only needed some final touches so she was happy tomorrow was Sunday.
Said day went nicely. She finished the painting completely and couldn't be happier with it. She honestly doesn't know how she did it but she truly encompassed Anakin onto the canvas. Looking at it brought a warm feeling to her body, it swam from her heart, to her stomach, and to her limbs.
--
"Alright, there are two piles. One is the normal turn in pile, and the other is the turn in pile for the University’s art show next Friday night. Now, I will warn you, not everyone who enters will be in the show. We are looking for the best the class has to offer, if you don't get picked that's okay. There will always be more."
Y/n thinks heavily about her decision, she can't possibly pass up an opportunity like this. So, she breathes and adds it to the art show pile. She tries her best to not dwell on it too much, she knows if she overthinks she'll end up panicking and changing her decision. The teacher tells them their homework for the week, but it's nothing to fret over. Because this project was so big he only asked for some simple sketches and drawings.
By the time she makes it out of class her phone pings, an email. Apparently, her teacher for her last class of the day is sick so class is cancelled. She shrugs mentally and decides to head to the library. Her shift doesn't start for a hot minute and she could get some homework done.
She adores the library, especially this one table. It's more towards the back, it's cut off by thick shelves, little to no distraction. It's perfect for homework.
As she walks, she feels her shoulders lift. The painting hanging over her head was done. The obsession with Anakin's eyes painted into reality, it was done. A small smiles lifts her lips as she opens the door to the building the library is located in. The shelves blur together as she walks passed them, they tower over her as usual. The place is fairly empty, aside from one or two students.
She gets closer to the table and crosses her fingers, hoping it's empty. Y/n sighs in relief as she sees it vacant. Sitting in her usual seat, she sets down her backpack and drags out her computer.
Unexpectedly, her phone pings again. This time it isn't an email.
'what class are you in rn?'
Y/n smiles, giddly typing a reply.
'class was cancelled, im doing some homework in the library. it's so quiet in here it’s great’
She leaves it at that, not expecting anything to come from it. So, she plugs in her headphones and shuffles her playlist. Beginning to type her homework. Her head bops to the beat until a pair of hands squeeze her shoulders. It makes her jump, she's honestly not sure if she made a sound or not, her music was a little too loud. She tugs out the earplugs, knowing the culprit already.
"Anakin, you scared me." She breathes, smile on her face as she places a hand on her chest.
"That was kinda the point." He teases, sitting in the seat beside her. "Whatchya working on?"
"My English essay, do you not have a class right now?"
"Technically, it's not a mandatory day. Plus, I'd rather be here with you." He flirts, grabbing her hand that rests on the table. "I missed you."
She can't take her eyes off of him as he tells her that. "I missed you too." Soon, he's nodding at her headphones. "What're you listening to?"
"Oh, Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls, it's one of my favorite songs." She passes him one of the earbuds and restarts it.
As she continues typing her essay, they're both quiet, listening to the love song. Anakin's eyes trail up her arm, to her concentrated face, his eyes soften as he takes her in. The song adding a loving theme song to what he was feeling. She was so close to him, a mere few inches. His hand reaches out to graze her arm, skin free due to the short sleeved shirt she was wearing. It brought comfort to him that he could reach out and know she was there.
Y/n's eyes flick to him at the touch, meeting his gaze quickly.
It's silent between them, the look he's giving her would've probably had her in the hospital a week ago. She's able to keep looking at him now, even through his intense stare. Electricity crackles in the air around them, nothing else matters. Nothing else could matter.
His hand doesn't leave her upper arm as he leans in, romantically connecting their lips. The chorus starts up once again, it's fuel for the desire being poured from them. They push together harder, wanting to be one. The only reason they split is for air. But, the need for closeness is still alive and well. So, he scoots closer, wrapping her in a hug. He mumbles something in her hair, but she doesn’t hear it. The sound of their breathing and heartbeats is the only thing heard after that until Y/n speaks up.
"Do you wanna go to an art show next Friday night with me?" Her voice is quiet, almost like he'd run away if she was too loud.
Pulling away enough to look into her eyes, he answers. "Of course, I'd go anywhere with you."
--
That week they met up a few times, sometimes at school, and sometimes at random restaurants for a date. Anakin was sure he was losing his mind, he's never felt such a way for someone. He was falling for her, very hard and very fast.
After their meet up at the library, Y/n had an idea. Thinking back to when they were on the phone, what if she did wear a cheer costume. Obviously not to the game, but they could celebrate afterward. She wanted to be closer to him, needed the feeling of him. She knew Anakin wanted that too, so she was ready to make it memorable. She orders the skimpy costume off of Amazon and checks that it'll be there before Friday night.
So, when Friday morning rolls around and it ends up in her mailbox she's more than ready for what's to come.
"You're picking me up right?" She asks over the phone, the device is on speaker as she gets undressed, ready to put on the costume under her normal clothing.
"Yea..why do you sound so far away?"
"Oh, sorry. You're on speaker, I'm changing right now." It's not her intention but she'll know Anakin'll get a kick out of that.
"Are you now?"
Then, an incredibly erotic idea falls into her head. As she speaks to Anakin she snaps a picture of herself, she's not wearing anything but the photo stops right above her breasts. They were still very noticeable so she could tease him perfectly. A pout is settled on her face as her hair frames the seductive expression. She sends it and keeps talking like nothing nefarious is happening behind the scenes.
When he stops talking she does too, a smirk making its way onto her face. "Something wrong, Ani?" She's never used the nickname before, but it feels like the right moment to start.
"Fuck, Y/n. You're gonna kill me. I want you so fucking bad, oh my god." His voice is deep and strained.
She ignores the way her body reacts to that as she replies, "Whe are you gonna be here? I miss you."
"Mm, I miss you too, I'll be there in an hour. Be ready for me, yea?” The double meaning of his words tingles up her spine.
--
She checks herself over in the mirror, the small two piece barely covered anything. Her cleavage couldn't be on more of a display, especially since she paired it with her favorite push-up bra. The small, red, pleated skirt didn't even cover half of her ass, and she paired that with a matching lace thong.
The text that he was waiting for her outside came sooner than she expected so she threw on some baggy clothes and grabbed her things. Making her way to him.
Shocking to nobody, once she sat in his passenger seat he was on her. Hand on her neck as he pressed a searing kiss on her welcoming lips. It would've gone on longer if she didn't remind him of where they were going.
"You're so lucky my game saved you, I don't think I could've held myself back after that photo you sent." He threatened, pulling out of the parking lot. "Don't threaten me with a good time." She replies, taking his free arm into both of hers. She practically hugged him the entire way there.
"You wait in the stands for me, okay? I'll be looking for you." Anakin said, closing the gap between them again.
"Good luck."
--
As she sat on the lowest bench of the stand, a chill ran up her spine at the thought of what was going to happen once the game was over. The feeling tripled as she spotted him. The look on his face causing a blush to grow on her cheeks.
The game started soon after that, she never really paid attention to sports, so she didn't really know what was going on. She knew enough to get her by, though. She watched him closely, watched as he bulldozed the opposing players. He was one of the tallest on the team so he stood out well. It was unbelievably hot, she couldn't deny the way her thighs clenched together. She was more than ready for the game to be over.
During one of the breaks, he jogs up to the fence next to the stairs of the stands. Calling her over with a nod and a smile. His helmet hung on one of his fingers as he waited for her. "You're doing great." She tells him, smiling proudly.
"It's all because of you, my love." He lightly pants, leaning over the fence to kiss her. Though he tastes like sweat, she didn't mind. The opposite actually, it turned her on even more. And when they split he could see the gleam in her eyes. "As soon as I win this thing we can get outta here, how does that sound?" He moved his damp curls from his face as he spoke, it added to his undeniable sex appeal.
"Sounds good, I'll wait at the car for you afterward." Her hand reaches out to rub at his sticky biceps.
He nods before giving her one last kiss and running back to the field. She gulps, hands sweaty as she sits back down. No doubt having some eyes on her after all that.
She watches him again, this time he's carrying the ball to the other side of the field. The final touchdown of the night. He wins for their team and everyone there loses their mind. Anakin's team surges towards him in awe, she could hardly hear her own thoughts as everyone around her screams and yells. She's immensely proud of him , the need to congratulate him was strong at that point. She realizes though, with everyone jumping around her, she can't see the field. So, she stands on the bench and searches for him. A large smile on her face as she spots him. Watching him so happy made her heart flutter.
As she watches the teams leave the field she clambers down from the bench and makes a B-line for his car. She isn't waiting for long as he tries his best to get through the crowd. The second they meet he's engulfing her smaller frame, her arms wrap around his neck as they kiss probably for the 20th time that day. He's sweaty under the clothes he changed back into, it only makes her wanna take them off.
Anakin presses her back into his car's door, momentarily forgetting where they are. Y/n taps his shoulder as the sound of people talking get closer.
"You did amazing, I'm so proud of you." She praises, pressing another kiss on him.
"All thanks to you, my good luck charm. Do you wanna head outta here?" He smiles, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. She nods before slipping out from under him and getting in the passenger side, telling him to drive to her place. The ride there was pure tension, she played with his calloused hands and praised him more as they neared closer and closer to her building. Neither of them addressed the very obvious pent-up sexual tension suffocating them. Opting for letting it grow--thrive. It would pay off in a matter of time.
Her shutting the apartment door behind her signaled for Anakin to throw his self-control out of the window. He walked her backward with tight hands on her waist as they made out through her apartment, trying to get to her bedroom. Once there, he plants a firm hand on her chest and pushes her down to her bed. The sight of her looking up at him, waiting for him to please her caused more blood to navigate south within him.
“Ever since I saw your cute little room I wanted to do this. Wanted to take you in the most disgusting way possible, see you sob against your pink sheets, all because of me.” He confessed, lowering himself to hover over her.
She couldn’t deny the way that made her feel, all of her ex’s made her feel like a dumb child when they saw her room. So she felt her panties dampen and her thighs rub together at his words. Anakin smirks when he notices the movement. “You like that, Cutie? You like when I talk to you like that?” He leans in to kiss her, cutting off her answer. His skillful tongue licks into her mouth, practically going down her throat the harder he becomes. The kiss is ended with a harsh suck to her tongue.
The man above her continues his assault across her jawline and below her ear, where he begins to get messy with his kisses. He sucks and nibbles all the way down to her collarbones, where he deems she’s wearing too much clothing.
“Take off your shirt for me, Cutie.”
This is it, she gulps as she takes hold of the hem of her shirt and drags it off—showing off the top half of her skimpy cheer costume. He loudly sucks in a breath before pushing her chest back down to the bed and forcefully taking off her pants himself. He throbs in his jeans at seeing the entirety of what she’s wearing.
“What’s all this, baby?” He bites his lip, his hands roaming her exposed skin. A seductive grin takes ahold of his lips as he drinks her in.
“You said you needed a cheerleader, didn’t you?”
“Fuck.” He mumbles, gripping her knees to spread her legs accordingly. Anakin eyes the thong she’s wearing and makes a mental note to stuff them in his pant’s pocket when he gets them off of her. He slots himself in between her welcoming thighs, erection pressing hotly against her clothed cunt. The kisses that were stopped along her collarbones moments ago start up again, now more urgent.
“God, you’re so sexy. All mine too. My little cheerleader.” He breaths against her, making his way down to her cleavage. Nips and sucks are felt at the exposed skin of her breasts, her hips press upwards at that, wanting to feel him. The material of her shirt is pushed up over her bra, then hands snake up her spine to unclasp that too. She shimmies down the straps so he can throw the item behind him.
“I knew you’d have perfect tits.”
He doesn’t waste a second to lick around one of her nipples, taking it in his mouth after a second. A hand gropes the breast that isn’t in his mouth and the other is splayed over the side of her thigh, moving up to grab as much of her ass as it can.
“Anakin.” She moans, arching her back slightly. Her thighs clamp down around his waist, it feeds into the desire that’s beginning to take over his mind. He ruts his hips into her, both of them moaning at the contact. The smell of her arousal floats between both of them, it has him groaning before harshly thrusting against her. “Smell so good, gotta have a taste.” He pulls away, lowering to his knees before she stops him.
“Wait, Anakin. I can’t wait any longer, please—please, fuck me.”
His forehead meets her knee, his teeth pierce his lower lip as he shutters out a breath. “My little cheerleader is such a slut for me already, hm?”
The shirt that clung to his body is taken off, in the sexiest way possible, as well as his pants. Soon, he’s left in his boxers, his very obvious erection strains against the fabric. “Come here.” He grabs her waist as he slides onto the sheets, maneuvering her just the way he wants until she’s propped up on him. His back lays against her pillows as he slips her panties to the side, her leaking cunt pressed deliciously against his clothed cock.
“I can feel how fucking wet you are, is that all for me, Cutie?”
She tries to pay attention to him speak, but the sight of him, abs all sweaty below her, causes her brain to short circuit. “Don’t tell me you’re already all dumb for me.” He hotly stares at her, hand reaching out to grab her chin, making sure she’s looking him in the eye. “I asked you a question.”
She stares with wider hazy eyes, “It’s all for you, Ani. Need you so bad.” She whines, panting already.
He smirks at her state, loving the way she reacts to him. “Show me then, Cutie. Rub your wet little pussy on my cock and I might just fuck you with it.” His eyes are back to the intense ones she knows so well. But this time, he can visibly see how bad they affect her. Taking in a deep breath, she places her shaky hands on his abs before moving her hips. A gasp is heard pretty quickly due to how hard he is, she wonders if it hurts at all.
Weirdly, he finds it that much hotter how her skirt covers where they meet.
“There you go, keep going.” He praises, watching her with lidded eyes. Her head hangs low as she grinds a little harder.
“Fuck.” He rasps, moving his hands to her hips.
Her clit catches his head and ridges a few times and it’s enough to pull a pornographic moan from her. They’re full-on dry humping now, she can even see a wet patch start to grow on his briefs when she pulls up her skirt, it makes him salivate. “I can’t wait any longer.” He groans out, stopping her movements. A hand on her waist keeps her in place as he pushes down his briefs a few inches to grip a hand around himself. Pearls of pre cum ooze down his head and it has her gulping.
“Ready, Cutie?”
Y/n nods, tossing her head back as Anakin runs his cock through her folds before pressing into her. She’s so wet that in one push he’s filled her to the brim. “Anakin.” She weakly moans out, leaning her body forward to push him impossibly deeper inside her.
“Shit, you’re so tight and wet for me. Just like I knew you’d be.”
“You’ve thought of this before?” She asks, knowing the answer. She just wants to hear his dirty words some more. “Of course, I have. Jerked off to the idea of this cute little pussy so many times. You’re better than I imagined.” Her lips quiver at that, it propels her into raising her hips and slamming them down as fast as she’s able to at that moment. The stretch of him is making her delirious, an insatiable hunger taking over her.
“Just like that, Cutie. Doing so good for me.” The praise has her clenching around him. She tries her best to keep a good pace but it’s proving to be difficult, her thighs burn as her body forces her to slow down. The man under her takes notice and grips her waist, sitting up and laying her down beneath him.
He throbs inside of her impatiently, so he grabs her thighs and pushes them closer to her chest, both of them moan at the new angle. The way he’s now kissing her cervix has her turn to pure putty in his hands. “There you go, you’re my dumb little baby, aren’t you? Have I fucked you stupid?” He calls out, eyeing the way she reacts. A smirk finds it’s way on his face as she tries to answer but fails. The grip he has on her thighs tightens as he feels her clench, the fluttering doesn’t stop so he guesses she's close.
Her hand tip toes down to her clit to messily rub, she doesn’t care how or how fast, she just needs the stimulation.
“M’ gonna come.” She moans, tears welling in her eyes at his harsh pace and the words falling from his lips.
“Do it, Slut, come.” He growls, grinding his hips into hers. Anakin watches her face closely as she finishes around him, then he backs up to peak down at the way his cock fills her up to the brim.
“There you go.”
Y/n lazily smiles as he slows down to a stop.
“Don’t think I’m done with you, yet.” He tells her, pulling out to flip her over onto her stomach. His strong hands pull her ass up, pushing her legs apart with his knee. “You look so good like this, pussy ready for me.” His voice is low and gravelly, it has her dripping.
—
The next morning she awoke to the unusual smell of bacon. A hand splays out on the spot next to her, it’s cold. Cracking open an eye, she notices the bed is empty. “Anakin?” Her groggy voice asks to the open air. There’s no response so she pushes herself to her feet, noticing she’s in her panties and what looks like Anakin’s shirt.
Traversing through her apartment, she spots the kitchen and rubs her eyes. Anakin’s tussled hair and toned back was the first thing she saw, “Anakin?”
His ears perk up. Turning around, he smiles, “Good morning, about time you woke up. I was just about to come get you.” He walks over to her, settling his hands on her hips and placing a loving kiss to her cheek. “I made breakfast, go sit down.” He nods to the table. “I didn’t know you were so motherly.” She smiles, sitting down at a chair.
“Just for you.” He murmurs, getting out cups.
Eating breakfast beside him was odd, not in a bad way though. Waking up to him was truly the best feeling. “What time do you work today?” He asks, shoveling the last of his food in his mouth.
“Uhh 4, and tomorrow the shop isn’t open.”
“Oh, so I get you the whole day? I’m honored.” He says as they both get up to put dishes in the sink. Hands on the counter, she turns around to face him. He gladly leans in and traps her between him and the surface, the kiss they shared was sweet, it made her heart swell.
“I should go back to my place to get cleaned up. I’ll miss you.” He punctuates that with a kiss, or two, or three. She giggles in return, teasingly pushing him away as he goes back for more. “When I come back you better be in the same outfit, you look amazing in my clothes.” He leans into her ear to say, playfully nipping at her neck. “Anakin…” She laughs.
—
A few days have passed, Y/n sits at her desk doing her homework as she gets a call. She recognizes that it’s associated with her university. She answers it and her jaw drops. Her painting was accepted into the art show. She springs up from her bed and squeals when the call is over. The first thing she thinks of is telling Anakin, but, maybe it would be better if it was a surprise.
--
“Anakin it’s a school night.”
“We’re adults, Y/n. We’re not in middle school anymore, plus it’ll be fun.” He tries persuading her. Currently his friends and him are going to see a movie, it’s about 9:00 so Y/n is a little worried. She hums from over the phone in thought, “Fine, is your car even big enough for all of us?” She asks, playing with the strings of her sweat pants.
“I’ll pick you up and we’ll meet them there, don’t worry.” Y/n hums again.
“I’ll be there in 15 minutes, okay?”
“Okay.”
As he pulls up to her building, he can’t help but be nervous as well. His friends can be a little…intense, and he knows Y/n is the opposite of that. But he really wants his girlfriend and his friends to meet.
“Hey, Beautiful. I missed you.” He smiles, leaning in to leave a peck on her lips.
“I missed you too, what movie are we watching?”
“The new insidious, it looks really good.”
“A scary movie? You should’ve warned me, I’m gonna embarrass myself even more in front of your friends.” Her doe eyes stare in worry at him, causing his heart to squeeze. “Y/n no, I promise it’ll be okay. If it gets too scary I can..distract you. I’m pretty good at that.” He smiles, driving off. Of course, he would say that.
Y/n wipes her clammy hands on her jeans, remembering how the boys were in the flower shop.
Her boyfriend eyes her from his seat, eyebrows furrowed. "Hey, if this is too much for you we can go back. It's up to you." He grabs at her hands, looking her sincerely in the eyes after he parks. "No no, I'll be fine." He smiles at her, giving her a loving kiss before opening his door. The wind whips her hair in her face as she stands, soon hearing the loud chattering of, who she assumes, are his friends. There's about 4 of them, they're already laughing and pushing each other when they reach the two. They do their guy greeting before turning to her. One of them speaks up first, "You must be Y/n, we've heard a lot about you."
"Oh, good things I hope." She nervously smiles, migrating to holding onto Anakin's hand, she grips it like it's her lifeline. The group quickly starts chatting together, Y/n, obviously, the odd one out. The only thing keeping her from running away was Anakin. As they got their tickets and stood in line for snacks, he wrapped a protective arm around her waist. "What do you want?" He asks, referring to what snacks she wants.
A thoughtful expression is seen on her face as she looks over the food. "Can I get the gummy worms? Oh and a blue slushee." She says, pointing to it on the menu. The cashier types in the order, asking if that's all. He nods, paying for you both, his friends order right after. "I'll pay you back, how much was it?" She starts digging through her purse for her wallet. "Y/n, you don't have to pay me back." He shakes his head, smiling affectionately at her.
"Dude, I didn't know you were so sappy." One of his friends laughs, of course, they all start laughing at him. Except one, she doesn't know his name but she knows she doesn't like him. The way his eyes undress her makes her feel dirty and exposed. The 3 pounds of drinks, popcorn, and candy they get is dispersed amongst them. Since they are college boys, they pick the seats way at the back of the theater. She doesn't mind too much though, having Anakin with her soothes her nerves.
As she sits down, Anakin sits to her left, and to her dismay, the one friend sits to her right. The tension the guy brings has her scooting closer to her boyfriend.
Sitting through the ads was tough, she couldn't constantly keep talking to Anakin since he was talking to his friends, so she had to sit there, eating the popcorn that sat in Anakin's lap.
The lights dimmed as she reached for him, clasping one of his hands in between both of hers.
During the movie she had the weirdest feeling of being watched, it chilled her more than the cold theater air. Or, maybe not. She didn't realize how cold it was until right now.
"Anakin, I'm gonna get my jacket from your car, can you give me your keys?" She whispers.
He nods, digging in his pocket and giving her them. Carefully, she gets up, avoiding knocking into everyone's legs as she sidesteps through the aisle.
Moments later when she turns around from locking the car again, jacket in hand. She spots Anakin, his friends, and a security guard outside by the doors. Eyebrows furrowing, she gets closer, the security guard then goes inside, leaving the rest of the men. "What happened? Are you okay?" She noticed one of the guys with a busted lip and bloody nose.
"Let's go, Y/n." Her boyfriend says sternly, dragging her back to the car by the hand. "Anakin? You're scaring me."
Once they sat in the car, her body turned towards him, "Anakin." She says again, waiting for an explanation. The man sighs, rubbing his hands over his face before muttering. "I punched Cody." She's not sure who that is, but she guesses it's the one with the bleeding nose and lip. "What? Why? I thought you were friends."
He sighs again, looking over at you. "He was saying some stuff about you, that I won't repeat. I couldn't control myself after that, then we got kicked out." Y/n was stunned, what could've he possibly said about her that made Anakin so blood thirsty? "Oh." She was obviously a little hurt, not by him, but by the friend. She thought she was doing a good job at talking to them.
"Don't let him get you down, though. You mean so much to me, Y/n, More than I can put into words, let's go home." He runs a hand through his hair before reversing out of his parking space, a stern look still on his face.
That night when they got to her house, he changed into the clothes he brought over and clung to her. They were both on their sides facing each other in bed, her head pressed into his chest, and a firm arm was around her waist.
"Y/n."
"Hm?"
"Look at me."
She does as he requested and tipped her head up, locking eyes with him even through the darkness. His hand on her waist drifts up to comb through the hair beside her ear, before resting on her neck to pull her lips to his properly.
"I love you." He breaths against her mouth, kissing her once more.
"You do?" She asks, reaching up to press her hand onto his. Nobody except her parents has told her that before, especially with the pure adoration that Anakin held. "Of course, I do. The first time I ever saw you, you ran me over with your painting. I was hooked from the beginning." He smiles, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
Her eyes widen, "That was you?"
"Yes, and I couldn't be more happy about it." He spoke so close to her lips, they brushed against each other after each word. "I love you too." She responds, initiating the last kiss before they sleep. After that, they broke apart so Anakin could lean his head on top of hers, listening to her breathing slow as she falls asleep.
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Getting through her classes was tough, there was only one more day until the art show. Y/n tried her best not to think too much about it, though.
"Here, Cherry. Here, Bear." She calls, putting food into their dishes. As she sits and pets them while they eat, her mind drifts to what Anakin's reaction might be to seeing his own eyes on display. She can only hope it doesn't weird him out, he's her first boyfriend since her Junior year of high school. He even told her he loves her. But, she knew if he did have an adverse reaction to it, she would understand. Her head lay on her knee as she processes all of her emotions at once.
That day at the shop the bell rang, signaling a customer.
"Welcome in..." She trails off. "Anakin, what are you doing here?" Y/n gasps, eyes sparkling. The man smiles while shrugging. "Just looking around, I suppose." She hums, "Let me know if you need any help, okay?" He nods at her words, stepping around an aisle. It doesn't take him too long to pick out what he's looking for.
He places down a singular rose, readying his wallet. "Alright, that'll be $1.25." He hums in return, plucking out 2 one dollar bills. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I'll miss you." Anakin tells her as she gives him his change. "I'll miss you more, Ani." They cement their words with a kiss and then he leaves, waving at her as he does so.
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Her hands visibly shake when she steps up to his car, it’s already dark outside so she hopes he can’t see. Y/n decided to wear a nice looking dress, she thought it would be nice since her art is in the show n all. “Wow, you look amazing. If you change your mind and wanna stay home tonight just lemme know.” He jokes.
“Tempting.” She smiles back as they finish greeting each other.
“I gotta grab my jacket from the trunk, one second.” He says as he pops the trunk open. A moment later he’s running back, half of his body is outside the car he leans inside. "For you." The red rose he bought from her in his hand, the smile that erupts onto her face has her cheeks hurting.
“Anakin, you’re so sweet.”
“Whoops sorry, here’s the rest.” She looks at him confused before he moves fully in front of the open door, a large bouquet of roses sit in his hands.
Instead of her usual sweet reply, she stares at him as he sits down in the driver's seat, the roses taking up quite a bit of space. Her eyebrows are furrowed as her mouth is still open in awe. She tries to stop the feeling of tears but it’s no use, they well up in her eyes and begin to drip and trickle down her cheek.
“Don’t cry, Cutie.” His eyes soften at her.
She gains some courage to reach out and grab the flowers, looking down at them with her, now, very wet cheeks. “You really didn’t have to.” She sniffles, wiping her tears and nose with her sleeve. “I wanted to, I love you, Y/n.”
She sniffles once more, “I love you too. Thank you.” Anakin’s not sure whether she’s thanking him for the flowers or his feelings towards her, but it makes him feel good either way. During the ride she decides to put the flowers in the back, the need to hold onto him after that was strong.
“Where are we going first?” They see a bunch of people around the school, not sure where the official entrance is.
She looks around at the outside venue before pointing to the place she wants to start looking around, knowing her piece is the opposite way.
It was unbelievably nice to look around and chat about the art pieces, some are statues, clay, and of course, paintings. Now, the moment she’s been dwelling on. She spots her painting a few feet down. “Wow, these paintings are so pretty.” Y/n says, trying to make it seem like something wasn’t eating her up inside. The natural speed of their walking, and brief stops, finally brought them to her painting. A sign in front of it spells out his name as the name of the piece, and her name as the author is right under it. Anakin’s hand on her back rubs her clothed skin, as it has been on and off for the past hour. His fingers feel like fire through her dress.
Her senses are heightened, the sound of the ground under their feet, the chatting of people around them, and the wind is all very loud. Her heart beat especially.
She doesn’t say anything as they walk in front of her section. “Heh, this looks like the eyes you always draw.” She gulps at his observation, waiting for him to read the sign. In a confused voice, he lets out a “Y/n..?” As he stares at the vivid blue on the canvas and the sign that has his name as the title of the painting, it all hits him at once. She can’t possibly look at him, she’s already having trouble regulating her breathing. But, he grips her and spins her to face him.
“This..is yours?” He pauses, eyes full of emotion. “You were drawing me? All those sketches I saw..were me?” He searches her eyes for something, anything in the moment.
“I’m sorry if you find it creepy-.” She begins explaining herself, but he cuts her off. “Y/n, no. I love it, more than I can express.” He never imagined anyone would do this, would ever take such an interest in him more than his physical abilities and attractiveness.
“I can’t believe it. Come here.” He says, taking her to a less populated area. Once they’re there, he grabs her face gently. His eyebrows are knit together as tears well in his eyes. “Y/n, I, I never thought I’d meet someone like you. Thank you for loving me."
It didn’t very long for them to make their way to her bed once more, this time was different though. She felt it in the air, in the way he pressed loving kisses to the expanse of her skin. The dress she’s wearing is bunched around her hips as he lays in between them, kissing down her thighs.
“Gonna make you feel good, Cutie.”
His nose nudges her clothed cunt, it has her hips stuttering upwards. He smiles as he carefully prods her with his tongue over her panties, soon settling on her clit to suckle lazily. "Anakin." She whines, the teasing becoming too much for her. Her boyfriend smiles before moving up to the waistband, kissing sultry kisses into her skin and the fabric, it ends with him nipping at the clothing and tugging it down her body with just his teeth. She hopes she doesn't go into cardiac arrest because of him.
His large hands grip her thighs, throwing them over his shoulder and spreading her wide with two fingers. "Such a pretty pussy for me, Cutie." He mumbles into her as he licks firmly up her slit to her clit. Her back reacts first, then her hands get lost in his hair. She's never been eaten out before, the feeling coupled with the perpetrator being Anakin made her mind fuzzy. He eases his tongue inside of her, licking around before he groans. The vibrations pulling a loud moan from Y/n.
"I knew you'd taste good, so perfect for me."
His praise added a new layer of heat to her face and chest, the dress she was wearing suddenly very hot. Anakin narrowed in on her clit, his finger pulled back the hood so he could suck purely on the bundle of nerves. A choked whine leaves her, her back arches fully at the sensitivity. The liquid fire in her gut spreads like lava as she unexpectedly comes, the moans are stuck in her throat as she processes the euphoria flowing through her. His sucking becomes gentler as he prolongs her orgasm.
"You did so good for me, Baby. God, you drive me crazy. You see what you do to me?" He hotly asks, pushing his jeans down enough to grip his erection through his briefs. An ache settles in her pelvis, the need to be filled becoming almost unbearable. "I need you, Anakin. Feel so empty without you." His eyes close for a second before he fully undresses, soon doing the same to her as she pushes the material of her dress up and over her head. The both of them feeling the effects of the other person.
He pushes in and leans down, catching her lips in a kiss. "I love you, Y/n." She mutters back the sentiments, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the initial stretch of him. The veins that line his shaft are felt through her tight walls, it drives her crazy.
"Fuck, so tight for me." He mumbles, dropping so their bodies are pressed flush against each other. His head rests on her neck as he picks up his pace, rutting into her needly. Light lines of red come to life on his back due to her fingernails, the pressure only drives him further into her. The only other sound besides their mixed moaning and groaning is the squelching from how wet she is, Y/n bites her lip in embarrassment, and Anakin's hips stutter.
"So wet for me, love this pussy so much."
A layer of sweat forms between their bodies as he keeps going, and a hand drifts down between them to rub at her clit. His thumb keeps up with his thrusting, only rubbing faster when she cries out. “Gonna come for me, Cutie?” He breathes heavily, planting deep kisses against her neck and chest.
She nods quickly, clinging onto him. “So close for you.” Her voice is a tad hoarse as she speaks up.
“Let go, need to feel you.”
His plead pushes her off the edge. Her hips do as they please and buck up into him, plunging him deep into her. Fireworks set off behind her closed eyelids and her brain lulls to a stop, letting the overwhelming feeling take over her limbs as they shake. Just as she comes out of it a loud groan sounds from him, “Mm, Baby, where do you want me?”
“In me, please come inside me.”
The idea of coming inside her ends it all for him, dirty thoughts and images run through his mind a mile a minute as he shoves himself as deep as he can go. The warmth of him finishing in her has zaps of electricity shooting up and down her spine.
“You did so good, Y/n.” He pants from above her, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss before he pulls out. The sight after he does is picture-worthy, his come leaks out of her and it almost makes Anakin hard again. A moment passes before he takes his middle and ring finger and pushes the rest back inside of her.
“You’re so pretty with my come leaking out of you, my little tortured artist.”
She chuckles out of breath before he speaks up again.
"I know this probably isn't the right time, but y'know how you helped with my botany homework?"
Her eyebrows draw together curiously, "Yes..why?"
"Well, I actually wasn't failing, I had an A in that class but I just wanted an excuse to talk to you more."
Her eyes grow wide at that, an incredulous smile on her face. "Seriously?"
He shrugs, "It worked, didn't it?"
#anakin skywalker smut#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin skywalker fanfic#star wars smut#star wars x reader#star wars fanfic#hayden christensen smut#hayden christensen x reader#darth vader smut#darth vader x reader#darth vader fanfic
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Sick Days:
*MC is in the Croytus Hall kitchen, trying their damnedest to keep from coughing their lungs out while carefully monitoring a pot of simmering soup. They hear the footfalls of their housemate, Solomon, as he comes up behind them*
Solomon: Oh MC~! I have everything ready. Thankfully, the Devildom still has TV these days, even if the shows are out of d-... da-....
*a hankerchief flies out of his pocket and quickly covers his nose*
Solomon: ACHOO!!
*the hankerchief does its thing before flying off behind him to go put itself in the laundry, swapping places with a fresh one that finds its way back to his pocket once again*
MC: *keeps their back to him* Bless you.
*Solomon comes up and slings his arms over their shoulders, leaning against them like he's a sagging backpack. His head rests alongside theirs*
Solomon: Is it still cooking?
*he reaches out to lift the lid on the pot but MC, already knowing better, swiftly smacks his mit back down*
MC: Don't touch.
Solomon: Oh! Right, I'm sorry. Forgot the rules for a second. I'm sure it smells good... not that either of us would know.
*he contently sways their bodies from side-to-side while MC clears their throat, grumbling dryily*
MC: Y-ou know, you could cure us at any time, right...?
Solomon: So could you, yet here we are! You're just playing hookie from the brothers right now, aren't you?
*the MC tries to groan, but ends up regretting it as it stresses their already aching throat. They cover their mouth with their elbow to catch their raspy coughs before responding*
MC: U-ugh! Okay, fine... You're right. How about you stop breaking my balls and pick what we're watching...?
Solomon: I already have. Beel told me about this wonderful cooking show the other day! I think we can start with that, then maybe move onto a few movies Leviathan recommended...
Solomon: I have the TV set and heated blankets on the couch. Plenty of water, a few boxes of tissues (mostly for me), your favorite sweater, a plush Asmo bought me-
MC: ...
Solomon: -and anything else we need, I'll have my wand in reach! I figured for dinner, we can order out. It's lovely that you're making us soup, but let's not push-
MC: Sol?
Solomon: -Hm?
*MC wiggles him back until they can turn themselves around and wrap their arms around his chest. They rest their head up against the soft fabric of one of his old sleep shirts snugly*
MC: .... Thank you.
*Solomon looks taken aback by their sudden tenderness, but doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around them further and lightly cage them to his chest*
Solomon: Of course, MC... You take care of so many people. You deserve a break.
*a comfortable silence spreads between them for a minute or so, before MC starts to feel Solomon's cheek rubbing against the top of their head like a smothering cat*
Solomon: Oh, my adorable apprentice, you're just so cute when you're sick~
MC: *snaps their eyes back open and glares at his words, but doesn't let go yet*
MC: Sooool....
Solomon: If I didn't know better, I would almost want to keep you like this...
MC: *snorts* Good luck. The brothers would kill you for it. *they drop their arms from his chest, but he doesn't let go*
MC: Sol?
Solomon: I'm sure they would try, but you wouldn't let something bad happen to your beloved teacher, would you MC?
MC: *rolls their eyes* You wouldn't need my help, anyway. Let go.
Solomon: *squeezes a little tighter* Uh-uh! That wasn't my question.
MC: Sol, I need to stir the soup.
Solomon: And I need to hear an answer.
MC: Solomon, I'm serious.
Solomon: Oh? What's this? I think I'm gonna... ahh...!
MC: Wait, what are you-?
Solomon: Ahhh...!
MC: Solomon, let go!
Solomon: AHHHH....!!
MC: OKAY OKAY, I WOULDN'T LET THEM HURT YOU! Don't you DARE sneeze in my hair!!
Solomon: AHHHH- Just kidding~
*he finally lets them go and they lightly slap his shoulder before turning back around in a huff*
MC: Get out of my kitchen!
Solomon: Then I'll meet you on the couch again?
MC: Only after the soup is done.
Solomon: Then we can cuddle?
MC: Not if you misbehave!
Solomon: What if I steal the blankets~?
MC: *rubs their pounding temples at their teacher's childish antics*
MC: Solomon, I'm serious. Get. Out.
#clingy old man#and his flying snotrags#also im sick right now#and this helped me feel better#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me nb#obey me shall we date#shall-we-date-obey-me#obey me solomon#obey me scenarios#obey me incorrect quotes#obey me oneshot#my mc x solomon#see they do love each other#kind of
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feel like this is something biker!simon would send to his love saying "you" and nothing else https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjtgEJdA/
…my love, the video is gone. oh im so so sorry for getting to this late. i forgot that some videos on tiktok get taken down and now im afraid that some of the other reqs have deleted videos 🥲
please, if ur comfy and if u still remember what u sent, may u pls send me an ask of what happened in the video and i can write a drabble for u?? im so fucking sorry again 😭
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but no yea, simon does that <333
he finds videos on his fyp or reels or wherever and if they remind him of you, he won’t hesitate to let you know!
at first it started so cute and wholesome—videos of cats enjoying a beam of light, someone baking a cake and the video is a mixture of chaotic and adorable, someone talking about their favourite artist. simon sends them all to you with cute little message like: “you’d probably like this,” “i remember you said you wanted to try this,” “don’t you have the same book?”
and then it just devolved 😭
that one video of a dude who was boxing with air and literally lost (he strained his neck and had to wear a neck brace)? “you.”
video of girl math being used? “you.”
that video of someone screaming in their car before work, and then proceeding to calm themself up and continue putting on their make up? “you.”
a video of a backpack who was too terrified of the ride that they crossed even their legs around their (biker) partner’s? “you.”
^ this one was followed by another message that read: “why don’t you do that anymore?” because simon is clingy and he’s just being a drama queen about it!!
(yes they’re silly videos but you love seeing them, anyway. you love seeing how much simon thinks about you throughout his day, which is always. you love seeing how fast he replies as soon as you send yours because simon just wants to talk to you, about everything and nothing, and you indulge him because you’re just as clingy.)
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this probably isnt what u wanted nor is it even similar to what u sent, but i do hope u liked this lil ramble </33 mwah sweet love
#suns.hc#biker!simon#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#this wouldve been so cute :((( im so sorry again anon pls forgive#me#anon#ask
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Dating Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎
Alternative!Reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, GN Reader/unspecified anatomy, Switch!Stu (a little heavy on the sub side), Switch!Reader, overstimulation, light bondage, pet names, after care
I’m so sorry this took so long to post and that I forgot to add the cat bit:(( I’ve just been a bit busy with work and stuff but I hope you enjoy!!
SFW
♥︎ Stu loves loves LOVES your style. soft band tees, long flowing clothes and light fabrics? he’s eating you up. om nom nom.
the way they wrap around your body like a silky cocoon is just MAGICAL to him. you’re like a witch covered in fog and spider’s silk bro.
♥︎ if you wear makeup, he is very intrigued by how you do it and will definitely make you put some on him. you know that picture of someone laying on top of another person while they do their eyeliner?? yeah that’s you guys.
he loves when you kiss him and leave a cute little lipstick stamp on his cheek.
same with painting his nails. like if you paint your nails black, he will BEG you to do his as well (i like to imagine he bites his nails, so it’s kinda hard to do with how short they’re bitten down).
♥︎ he’ll discover a band or artist that he thinks is even slightly alternative and he’ll ask if you know them (then make you listen to them if you haven’t). they may not actually be alternative, but he’s trying his best to be supportive<3
LOVES going to concerts with you. the whole vibe of the alternative/goth community is so refreshing to him. he thinks everyone is so chill and nice:)
♥︎ as I’ve stated before, his love languages are gift giving and acts of service. anything you want, he’s gonna get it for you one way or another (whether he buys it or steals it, it’s YOURS). if you guys are hanging out at the local strip mall and you get something, he’ll carry all your shopping bags for you<<33 he’ll buy you things even if you don’t ask for it; you’re constantly getting new clothes and jewelry from him that he thinks you’ll like.
he will hold doors open for you and carry your backpack at school. he’ll even let you hop on his back if you get tired of walking.
Stu definitely calls you cutie. i also think he loves to make up random nicknames on the spot. pookie bear, schnookums, muffin, ducky, sweet potato pie, honey booger.. silly stuff like that, but they’re mostly used in a humorous way. cutie is his favourite pet name for you.
♥︎ loves when you borrow his sweaters, whether they’re big enough to be a dress on you or fit you as a regular sweater, or just a lazy day shirt… it gives him cuteness aggression to the max. he just wants to squeeze you til you pop!!<3
♥︎ MOVIE NIGHTS ALL THE TIME!!! he loves cuddling up against you on the couch, a blanket draped across the two of you as some cheesy slasher film plays on the tv. will go all out with snacks (he’s the type of person to put m&ms in his popcorn so be warned if that’s not your thing).
♥︎ he’s always gotta have an arm slung over your shoulders or hips no matter where you are.
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♥︎ oh lord… this man.. the first time you guys have sex is a wild ride let me tell you!!
♥︎ STU👏IS👏A👏SWITCH👏!!!
♥︎ he loves going down on you. he wants to give you as many orgasms with his mouth as possible until you can hardly handle it. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can so you know you’re his. so you know no one else can make you feel as good as he does.
once you’re whimpering and nearly crying from overstimulation, he’ll pull his mouth away from your abused sex and rub his big hands over your trembling legs and coo comforting shushes at you until you settle down before he’s sliding inside. he’ll make you come over and over again until he’s satisfied.
♥︎ but if you wanna be dominant?? USE HIM HOWEVER YOU WANT HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU AND LET YOU DO ANYTHING TO HIM.
he’s definitely a service bottom when/if you’re dominant. he just wants to make you feel good as possible.
♥︎ if you tease him while he’s bottoming and gets real desperate, he starts giggling like a mad man between broken moans. god he’s just so DESPERATE FOR YOU TO TOUCH HIM.
“hehehehehehha—ungh!~ yes!— heheh..” as a sheen of sweat is covering his hot body and tears are streaming down his cheeks, pooling at his chin, squirming and writhing against the restraints as you teasing drag the pads of your fingers up to his leaking tip. “p-please… just keep touching me like that… you’ll make me feel good? right, cutie? you’ll let me come?” he pants out, biting down on his lip to keep the nervous laughter from bubbling up again, his pretty blue eyes lidded as he stares you down.
♥︎ imagine him throwing his head back and letting out the sluttiest moan when you finally take him inside you after teasing him for so long.
“th-thank you… god, fuck! you feel so fuckin’ good…” he practically growls out, smiling widely in ecstasy as you fuck him. he lets out the most pathetic whimpers and moans when he finally comes inside you, ‘thanks yous’ falling repeatedly from his mouth.
♥︎ he loves giving as much as he loves receiving after care. if it’s not too late at night/if the two of you aren’t too tired, he’ll get a shower running for both of you, and loves to clean you up while pressing gentle kisses to any part of your body he can. he’d love it if you did the same for him. then after the shower, he’ll get you a cup of water before cuddling back up with you in bed and falling asleep<3
comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!🫶
#🐈⬛ anon#yandere ghostface#scream x reader#stu macher x reader#yandere scream#stu macher#stu macher headcanons
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venor (5) | kth + jjk
The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.
○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook
○ Rating: Explicit/18+
○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut
○ Word Count: 4,917
○ Warnings: None
○ Notes: Sorry I forgot to schedule this to post yesterday y'all. We're not having a great time but it's okay!! Min Yoongi said we'll bloom after all our hardships yknow.
○ Post Date: March 4, 2024
○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post
○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist
Series Masterlist
Convincing Yoongi to join Jungkook at the on-campus fitness center isn’t as tricky as Jungkook expects. All it takes is the promise that Jungkook won’t leave Yoongi alone in the weight room with all the confusing weightlifting equipment and the intimidating gym bros — because, as Yoongi quickly learns, even the prey fitness center has gym bros.
Luckily, Jungkook isn’t one of them.
“You’re a gym bunny,” Yoongi snickers as the two cross the fitness center’s parking lot, nearly getting hit by a car driven by a lamb hybrid cutting through the lot.
“Isn’t that term only for girls?” Jungkook asks with a scrunch of his nose. He must drag Yoongi by the long sleeve of his dri-fit shirt to avoid getting run over by more cars.
“You’re literally a rabbit.”
“Not literally.”
“You’re half-rabbit.”
“I guess.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes and pushes the front door of the rec center open for Jungkook. His statement still isn’t entirely true, though understanding hybrids is difficult. They’re not quite half-human, half-animal, but something entirely separate.
The most disappointing part of being what they are, in Jungkook’s opinion, is that they can’t shapeshift. What is the point of having animal features if Jungkook can’t fully turn into a rabbit? It seems lame.
After scanning their student IDs at the information desk at the entrance of the fitness center, Jungkook leads Yoongi down a long hallway leading to the weight room. They pass the doors to the indoor pool and a few gymnasiums lined with bleachers. Most rooms are occupied by varsity athletes or students just there to have some casual fun with friends. Jungkook has made friends with other students who like working out; there usually isn’t a ton in the weight room. He supposes the stereotypes about prey not being particularly muscular prevent many from exploring the weightlifting world. It’s unfortunate; Jungkook doesn’t believe in letting societal norms dictate what he does with his body.
“They offer fitness classes?” Yoongi peers at a corkboard with announcements and class fliers tacked to it. The board is mounted on the wall just outside the weight room door.
“Yup! Yoga, different dance genres, martial arts, even some unique sports like archery and fencing,” Jungkook explains as he digs to the bottom of his backpack.
“Fencing sounds sick.” Yoongi jabs into the air like he’s holding a weapon, his sleek black tail vigorously flicking behind him.
Just inside the weight room entrance are a few rows of small lockers against the wall. Jungkook shoves his backpack inside one of them after taking out a combination lock and two insulated sports water bottles — one for himself and one for Yoongi (since Jungkook knew Yoongi would forget to bring his own).
“You should sign up for a class!” Jungkook hands Yoongi one of the bottles and gives him an encouraging smile. “I can go with you if you want, so you won’t be alone.”
Yoongi seems to contemplate the idea but quickly gets distracted by a group of domestic cat hybrids stepping past them to reach the half of the room that holds all the cardio equipment. That’s likely where Yoongi should begin his workout journey, but he has been insistent on learning how to lift weights. To get swole or whatever. Jungkook tries not to laugh.
“Let’s go this way,” Jungkook gently steers Yoongi toward the other side of the large room.
There are fewer workout machines on this side of the room, which is fine. Jungkook wants to teach Yoongi some basics about exercises he can do with his body weight and smaller weights he can hold without a spotter. For now, their gym sessions are about ensuring Yoongi feels confident and comfortable with what Jungkook has planned for him. The more intense exercises will come later.
Jungkook begins by showing Yoongi the correct posture for simple exercises like arm curls and squats. It doesn’t allow Jungkook to get much working out in, but he finds that he enjoys teaching Yoongi just as much as he enjoys working out on his own.
“Keep your toes pointed like this,” Jungkook demonstrates the correct way to squat, gesturing at his feet, “And angle your back like this,” he then gestures to the mirror wall in front of them to show Yoongi his form.
“How do you even know how to do all this?” Yoongi grunts as he picks up one of the weights and holds it while slowly easing into a standing squat.
“Youtube, mostly. And after a while, my kickboxing instructor helped with the stuff I didn’t pick up on my own. It just takes time to figure things out.”
Yoongi shakes his head slowly.
“You’re so different, Jungkook-ah. It’s good, though. Really good.”
Jungkook shrugs and pauses for a moment to have a sip of water. It’s pretty early on a Saturday morning, so few people are working out. Jungkook prefers to get his workouts in early so he has the rest of the day to do other things.
On most Saturday mornings, Jungkook doesn’t have much to do besides hanging out with friends or finishing homework since he doesn’t work his library shifts on the weekends. This morning is far different than most Saturday mornings, though. Jungkook has actual plans for the rest of the day, plans that make his stomach flutter just thinking about them.
Jungkook and Yoongi spend an hour in the weight room before Yoongi eventually taps out. He manages to last twice as long as Jungkook had expected, much to Jungkook’s excitement. Working out may seem simple, boring even, but something about being strong makes Jungkook feel euphoric. Perhaps it’s the endorphins, but he thinks it can’t just be that.
Regardless of the exact reason, he feels on top of the world as he drags Yoongi to the communal bathroom. He’s overcome with a slap-happy kind of energy he gains after pushing his body to its limit.
Quickly, he shows Yoongi how to work the showers and exchanges their sweaty workout clothes for the clean clothes they packed together before leaving their dorm. Yoongi only minimally complains about having to use a shower other people have used, and Jungkook manages not to spend an eternity shampooing his ears.
“I feel like I’m going to die,” Yoongi complains once they’re back in the fitness center lobby. He grips his water bottle like a lifeline and glares at Jungkook.
“What?” Jungkook grins as he scans their student IDs to notify the security system that they’re leaving the center. “You did such a good job! Now you can load up on some protein and take a nap.”
“I guess that sounds nice…” Yoongi mutters, taking his ID back from Jungkook and pulling the long sleeves of his sweater over his hands to protect them from the chilly autumn breeze when they step outside.
The morning sun is finally poking through the clouds. Jungkook flips the hood of his hoodie over his head and tightens the strings slightly, making the fabric scrunch around his face. Wet hair and a cool breeze are never a comfortable combination in autumn.
“Are you coming back home?” Yoongi asks as the two cut through the parking lot toward the west side of campus, where the prey dorms are.
Jungkook shakes his head and adjusts the straps on his backpack. Once they meet a fork in the road, Yoongi heads left while Jungkook twists to the right.
“I’m going to study at Venor…” Jungkook mumbles, eyes cast downward. When Yoongi doesn’t respond immediately, Jungkook peeks at him through his wet bangs.
Yoongi rolls his eyes, but his smile is genuine.
“Like a lovesick puppy, I swear to god.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, kicking at a loose chunk of sidewalk with the toe of his Nikes.
“I’m just pointing out the obvious!”
With an exaggerated sigh, Jungkook throws his head back and stares at the sunrays muted by milky clouds.
“I’ll be home after, okay? You have to help me plan my project, anyway.”
Grumbling a reluctant agreement that isn’t as hesitant as he plays it off to be, Yoongi waves Jungkook away and heads toward the dormitories. Jungkook watches him go with fondness warming his chest even as the breeze springs up goosebumps along his skin.
Now that he’s alone, Jungkook takes his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. His stomach grumbles as he walks across campus, but he knows food will be waiting for him at the cafe. He opens his text conversation with Taehyung, rereading the last few texts they shared the night before.
vante95
did you fucking fall asleep on me
bun
damn it’s like that huh
making me quadruple-text you like a loser
see you tomorrow bun
sweet dreams 🐇
Smiling like an idiot, Jungkook nearly runs into a light pole when he veers to the right on the sidewalk. He’s saved by a stranger grabbing his arm and yanking him back on track.
“Oh, thank you,” Jungkook gasps, but the person is already walking away, shaking their head at his foolishness.
Maybe he is a lovesick puppy. He can barely keep himself together.
It only worsens as Jungkook approaches Venor Cafe, and his stomach falls slightly when he notices the lights are off inside and the sign hanging on the front door is still flipped to closed . Checking his phone, Jungkook frowns at the time. Taehyung opens the cafe at ten o’clock on Saturday mornings. It’s currently fifteen minutes past ten.
Taehyung is always on time.
Well, he was late to class that one time, but that was it! Otherwise, Taehyung is always early. Jungkook is the late one, always meandering even when he knows where he’s going, usually lost in some daydream he’s crafted that makes him lose himself in the clouds. Over the past few months, Jungkook has learned that Taehyung is firmly grounded, responsible and reliable.
Everything is fine, Jungkook tells himself as he waits at the corner of the cafe. There’s no need to jump to terrible conclusions about Taehyung’s welfare. He likely slept in.
With that thought in mind, Jungkook decides to call Taehyung. If he has overslept, perhaps a phone call will wake him up. Jungkook wouldn’t want him to get in trouble for being late.
Nerves make Jungkook tap his foot against the cracked sidewalk while the phone rings. Each ring’s tone reverberates through Jungkook’s body, zapping his nerves even more. When the automated voice message announces that Taehyung is unavailable, Jungkook feels like his entire body will vibrate off the side of the building.
“Hi, Tae. I’m at Venor, um, I can hang out for a bit, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Can you call me or text me…”
Jungkook trails off, and the automatic voicemail system eventually saves his message and hangs up due to inactivity. He doesn’t notice; his attention is on the two individuals approaching from the neighborhood's east side.
It takes everything in Jungkook’s power to stop himself from tapping his foot faster. He goes as far as stepping on one foot with the other, terrified of letting the predators notice how distressed he is.
“Well, look who it is,” Byungchul smirks as he speaks, his mouth pinching with ugly amusement that doesn’t reach his cold, dark eyes. “Our little bun.”
The snake hybrid beside Byungchul laughs, the sound nasally, more of a hiss than what Jungkook would recognize as genuine laughter. At first, Jungkook thinks the hybrid is Hoseok, but when the snake turns to him, Jungkook realizes he doesn’t recognize who he is.
There’s a war inside of Jungkook, one he was unaware of until he moved to Seoul. The independent, confident part of him wants to stand up to these predator bullies. He wants to snap at Byungchul, to tell him not to call him a nickname only Taehyung has ever used. He wants to tell Byungchul that he doesn’t care about whatever rude things he has to say.
Instincts, however, tell Jungkook to flee.
His mouth goes dry, and the euphoria he’d felt earlier drains from his system as every muscle in his body weakens. He thinks of Yoongi’s warnings about the aggressive behavior of predators and Suyun’s insistence that not all of them are bad.
“Byungchul has something wrong with him.”
Suyun’s voice echoes in Jungkook’s head as Byungchul advances, his silky wolf’s tail swaying side to side. It might be cute on someone else, but Jungkook’s automatic response is to flinch at the behavior.
“What’s wrong, bun?” Byungchul asks with a mocking pout. “Don’t tell me the cat’s got your tongue.”
The snake hybrid hisses again, scaly hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. He glitters red in the weak sunlight.
“I’m shocked Taehyung hasn’t torn him to pieces yet,” the snake’s voice slices through the breeze, sharp and clear.
“Same,” Byungchul turns to look at his friend when he talks. Jungkook doesn’t get much relief, Byungchul’s mean stare returning just as quickly as it left. “Our hyung should be careful. Unclaimed prey are fair game, aren’t they, Minsu?”
Unclaimed prey.
Jungkook doesn’t know what that means, but his body stiffens when Byungchul speaks. It sounds violent and possessive. Jungkook’s eyes fall on Byungchul’s sharp canines, and the cold floods his veins when he realizes Taehyung isn’t coming.
Jungkook will never tell anyone, but he runs.
The fear of being chased by Byungchul and his friend doesn’t leave a sweet taste of longing on his tongue like when he lets his mind wander to the strange desire for Taehyung to chase him. Instead, the fear tightens Jungkook’s chest until he has to stop running and bend at the waist, heaving as cold air freezes his lungs, making breathing painful. He grasps at his chest and rips his hood from his head to get rid of the claustrophobic feeling suffocating him.
When he closes his eyes, all he sees is Byungchul’s face shadowed by contempt.
-
vante95
aw shit i forgot to set my alarm
sorry
you still there? gimme like 10 min
hey if you still wanna hang im here now
or we can meet up after my shift? lmk
hey bun where do you want to meet?
im done now
fuck im sorry i was late but i still want to go with you today
are you ok?
Jungkook tosses his phone on the coffee table and snuggles deeper into the blankets he has wrapped around himself on the couch. Yoongi stares at him from the other end of the couch with a suspicious look, but he doesn’t push Jungkook to explain what has gotten him so shaken up, and for that, Jungkook is grateful.
“Can I do anything for you, Jungkookie?”
Yoongi’s tail swats the back of the couch in a steady rhythm that Jungkook finds strangely comforting.
“No.”
“Nothing at all?”
Jungkook shakes his head.
With a sigh, Yoongi stands up. He gives Jungkook a look that is both frustrated and endeared. Jungkook is sure it’s an expression only Yoongi could master.
“Can I at least feed you? I was thinking of making fried chicken in the air fryer.” Yoongi waits, not discouraged when Jungkook stares off into space. “It’ll be really crispy.”
Jungkook sighs like Yoongi had. His gaze slides from the blank TV screen to Yoongi’s soft expression.
“Yes, hyung. That would be nice.”
Pleased to have a purpose, Yoongi heads to their small kitchen to prepare the chicken. He calls out if Jungkook also wants rice or noodles, and Jungkook can’t say no to carbs, no matter how upset he is.
It isn’t just that Byungchul encroached on Jungkook’s personal space and clearly tried to intimidate him. What has Jungkook more disturbed is what Byungchul said about Taehyung. The two predators are friends. Wouldn’t Byungchul know Taehyung well? So what is all this talk about Taehyung being, well, a predator?
Jungkook may have spent significant time with Taehyung in class and at Venor, but today was supposed to be the first time they hung out alone. Taehyung had agreed to go to the art museum with him since Suyun is busy. Now, Jungkook isn’t sure if he feels like he wants to. He’s not sure if he can.
A knock on their front door startles Jungkook out of his stupor. His voice is weak when he calls out to Yoongi, “Hyung, is that for you?”
Yoongi’s head pops out of the kitchen doorway to look at Jungkook, who is still sitting in the living room.
“Jungkook, I have, like, two friends, and you’re one of them.”
“Okay, but same,” Jungkook admits, nose scrunching with confusion. The knock at the door could be Suyun, but she’s with Jackson and his family this weekend. Besides, she would have texted Jungkook if she planned to come over.
“Can you get it for me?” Yoongi shouts from the kitchen.
Part of Jungkook thinks Yoongi probably could get the door himself, but instead, he’s forcing Jungkook to get off the couch. It’s fine. Jungkook does what his hyung wants, even if he keeps a blanket wrapped around his body as he drags his feet to the door. For a brief moment, he wonders if it might be Byungchul. The thought sets Jungkook’s heart into overdrive, thumping in his chest like his foot wants to thump against the floor.
A predator stands on the other side of the door, but it isn’t Byungchul.
“Bun, what happened?” Taehyung rushes to speak before Jungkook has a chance to say anything. “I called and texted you.”
Taehyung looks disheveled. His curls are frizzy and sitting a bit higher than usual on his head, as if a gust of wind had hit him and he didn’t try to smooth his hair back down. His white t-shirt is wrinkled beneath the light blue jean jacket he has on, one sleeve pushed up while the other hangs down at his wrist. Jungkook tries not to stare at how long his legs look in his skinny jeans or how cute his leather boots are — an outfit so different than Taehyung’s usual look. He’s dressed like he’s planning to go out, and technically, he is.
Jungkook drops his chin to stare at his own body, loose sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt hanging on his frame in a rather unflattering way underneath his blanket. He was supposed to be dressed to go out, too.
“Byungchul said I’m unclaimed prey,” Jungkook blurts out. His voice wobbles, and he turns away when Taehyung’s eyes narrow. The look is scary and makes Jungkook feel like he’s done something wrong.
“He said what ?”
Taehyung’s voice is gravelly, nearly a growl. The sound of it makes Jungkook’s skin prickle and draws goosebumps up his arms. Behind a twinge of fear, a tiny bit of heat stirs in Jungkook’s stomach.
“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Yoongi appears behind Jungkook, brandishing a pair of greasy tongs.
Jungkook isn’t sure if Yoongi is holding the tongs simply because he forgot to put them down or if he’s planning to use them as a weapon. It’s silly either way.
Yoongi’s question reminds Jungkook that predators aren’t allowed to be on the prey’s side of campus and they definitely aren’t allowed in prey dormitories. It’s one of the highest offenses a predator student can make.
“Come on, before someone sees you,” Jungkook urges, grabbing Taehyung by the arm to pull him inside.
It’s strange having Taehyung in his dorm. He looks too big, an oppressive presence barely contained by the tight space of the entryway. Yoongi stares at Taehyung with suspicion, still clutching the tongs. Taehyung eyes them, and Jungkook is shocked to see Yoongi’s cheeks flush.
“I’m making fried chicken…” Yoongi mumbles, quickly looking away from Taehyung to stare at Jungkook with wide eyes.
“Oh, um, this is Yoongi, my roommate,” Jungkook gestures toward the cat hybrid, “And this is Taehyung. Uh, you know.”
Perhaps if the situation wasn’t so tense, Taehyung would have used this as an opportunity to tease Jungkook. Instead, Taehyung stares at Jungkook with a heavy gaze that weighs on Jungkook almost worse than the stress of confronting Byungchul alone.
“What happened, Jungkook?” Taehyung asks quietly. The question is deceptively calm.
Sensing their stress, Yoongi slowly inches toward the kitchen.
“I’m… going to finish… cooking…” Yoongi mumbles before disappearing through the door. Neither Jungkook nor Taehyung pays him any mind.
“I was waiting for you,” Jungkook doesn’t mean to sound accusatory, but his tone comes out that way regardless. “He was there with one of his friends and said…”
Wrapping the blanket tighter around himself, Jungkook takes a deep breath. To his credit, Taehyung stands with his hands in his pockets and waits patiently despite the anger simmering just below the surface of his relaxed demeanor.
“Well, first his friend said you would, you would…”
“I would what?” Taehyung’s nostrils flare, but he keeps his mouth shut beyond the probing question.
“His friend said you’d tear me apart,” Jungkook whispers, “And then Byungchul said you needed to be careful because I’m unclaimed prey.”
Taehyung barks a cruel laugh, loud with an edge that makes Jungkook’s body tingle. His ears fall flat, and his tail flicks much like Yoongi’s when he’s irritated.
“The son of a bitch.”
“What does it mean?”
Taehyung shakes his head, and his gaze falls to stare at the space between them.
“It doesn’t matter what it means.”
Stomping his foot, Jungkook lets out a tiny, frustrated growl. It’s not intimidating in the least bit, even though Jungkook thinks he seems tough. Despite being furious, the corners of Taehyung’s mouth twitch in amusement.
“It does matter. They were talking about me, so I deserve to know what they were saying.”
With a sigh, Taehyung rolls his shoulders and lets his arms hang limply at his sides. After taking a deep breath, the hard lines of his face soften until he looks much calmer.
“I’m sorry you had to deal with them,” Taehyung begins, holding up his hand when Jungkook starts to protest, “And I want to make it very clear that I would never do anything to hurt you. I swear on my life, bun. I am not like that.”
Jungkook nods. Instinctually, he wants to burrow in his blankets and hide from this conversation, but he knows he needs to have it to decide if he can trust Taehyung in the future. He wants to believe that Taehyung won’t hurt him, but nothing makes sense anymore. Honestly, nothing made sense even before.
“Unclaimed prey…” Taehyung inhales sharply, his tone deepening when he spits out, “God, Byungchul is such a bitch.”
“Taehyung…” Jungkook calls out softly.
“Sorry,” Taehyung nods, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “Some predators who grow… fond of certain prey like to… claim them as their own, so other predators know not to pursue them, I guess you could say.”
Jungkook shifts on his feet, eyes dropping because he’s finding it too difficult to look Taehyung in the face. This conversation is making him uneasy, but not in the way Taehyung likely thinks.
“I’m really sorry, bun,” Taehyung takes a step forward and slowly holds out his hands as though he’s afraid Jungkook will run away if he moves too quickly. “I wish I had been there. I would have—”
“It’s not your fault.”
Jungkook lets Taehyung rest his hands on his shoulders and lightly squeeze them. It isn’t the hug Jungkook wants, but he has a feeling that this is a lot for Taehyung, who seems far more reserved than all of Jungkook’s other friends.
“How do predators…”
“They scent them, usually,” Taehyung answers so Jungkook doesn’t have to finish asking.
His hands are hot, the warmth bleeding through Jungkook’s blanket and shirt enough that Jungkook can feel it on his skin. It’s comforting, especially when Taehyung is close enough for Jungkook to breathe in his scent, even though it’s spiked and bitter with anger.
Jungkook stares up at Taehyung with wide eyes and tries to ignore the heat building in his body.
“Will you scent me?”
Taehyung’s fingers flex around Jungkook’s shoulders, and he inhales sharply. His feline eyes search Jungkook’s face like he’s waiting for there to be more to Jungkook’s question. When nothing else comes, he wets his lips and squeezes Jungkook again.
“I don’t think you fully understand what you’re asking of me.”
“I understand enough,” Jungkook challenges, brows furrowed and nose scrunched.
Taehyung stares at Jungkook for a bit longer. Jungkook is about to snap at him for acting as though he’s stupid when Taehyung slips his fingers around the edge of the blanket and slowly pulls it away from Jungkook’s shoulders. The soft fabric pools around Jungkook’s elbows, exposing the top half of his torso. Despite his sweatshirt, Jungkook shivers from the exposure.
With gentle, intentional movements, Taehyung reaches up to cradle the side of Jungkook’s face. His fingers brush against Jungkook’s floppy bunny ears and Jungkook has to bite his bottom lip so he won’t make noise. Keeping quiet becomes more difficult when Taehyung leans in, tilting his face down while angling Jungkook’s head up and to the side. Using his other hand, Taehyung curls his fingers around the collar of Jungkook’s sweater and pulls it back while dragging his nose up the length of Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook inhales sharply, letting go of his blanket to grab the lapels of Taehyung’s jacket instead. His skin tingles as Taehyung repeatedly nuzzles his neck, each time starting at his collarbone and trailing up to the edge of his jaw. After a few agonizing seconds, Taehyung presses a light kiss on the soft spot just below Jungkook’s ear.
Before Jungkook can speak, Taehyung lifts Jungkook’s head back to nuzzle the front of Jungkook’s throat, then swipes around to repeat the scenting process on the other side of Jungkook’s neck.
Taehyung finishes scenting that side of Jungkook’s neck with a kiss, too, and Jungkook’s stomach swoops so severely that his body trembles.
“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks quietly, pulling back far enough for them to look each other in the eyes. He doesn’t move his hands from the side of Jungkook’s neck and the back of his head.
“G-Good.”
Taehyung’s dark eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth where Jungkook has bitten his bottom lip.
“I need to scent you every time you come to Venor, okay?” It’s a question, but Taehyung speaks it like a command. Jungkook is more than willing to accept it.
“And I’ll scent you, too,” Jungkook says, gently tugging at Taehyung’s jacket lapels, only just realizing he’s still got an iron grip on them.
Taehyung’s eyes widen, and he steps back, making Jungkook stumble forward against his chest.
“You, it’s, the scenting is to protect you,” Taehyung sputters.
It’s the first time Jungkook has seen Taehyung so shy and unsure of himself. It’s cute, and it makes Jungkook feel a little cocky to know he’s the cause of it.
“But I want to do it, too,” Jungkook tugs on Taehyung’s lapels again, “And it’s not fair that your scent is on me, but mine isn’t on you, is it?”
There’s no way for Taehyung to argue against that logic. Silent, he nods and holds still when Jungkook grabs his shoulders to balance himself as he stands on his tiptoes to reach Taehyung’s neck more easily.
Taehyung’s skin is soft against Jungkook’s lips. Scenting doesn’t go as smoothly when Jungkook does it compared to Taehyung. Jungkook is slightly clumsy as he nuzzles Taehyung, his movements not as sure. A twinge of jealousy pierces Jungkook’s chest when he realizes Taehyung must be good at scenting because he’s scented someone else in the past.
Chasing that thought away, Jungkook focuses on the smell of Taehyung’s skin. It must not matter that he doesn’t know what he’s doing because Taehyung’s breath hitches when Jungkook kisses the corner of his jaw. His large hands fall on Jungkook’s waist to help hold him steady when he switches sides. It feels nice to have the pressure and warmth of Taehyung against his body. Jungkook tries to avoid getting lost in it. Finished, he forces himself to finally step back, letting his arms fall as Taehyung’s do.
“There,” Jungkook says with a smile, that fuzzy euphoric feeling he had earlier in the day returning to him.
Taehyung clears his throat and looks off to the side, “Yeah.”
If it weren’t for the pink blush spreading across Taehyung’s cheeks and the way his tail swishes behind him, Jungkook would think the tiger was angry.
“Do you still want to go to the art museum?” Jungkook asks as he gathers his blanket from the floor. He keeps his face neutral when Taehyung clears his throat again, but inside, he’s a mess of butterflies and somersaults.
“Sure, I’m down.”
“Okay! I just need to get dressed. You can wait in the living room.”
“Cool, cool.” Taehyung nods a few times and awkwardly follows Jungkook down the hall, plopping onto the couch that Jungkook gestures for him to sit on.
Jungkook hides the bottom half of his face in his bunched-up blanket, so Taehyung can’t see him smile, and spins around to scurry to his bedroom. This time, the nerves making his body tremble are from excitement, not fear.
As Jungkook strips his clothes and looks for something cute to wear, he can’t help but notice that his own natural floral scent smells lovely mixed with Taehyung’s. He wonders if Taehyung thinks so, too.
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Yandere Twisted Wonderland x F!Reader
Prologue to upcoming chapters. Feel free to request, but nothing too extreme. Yet. Also english is not my first language sorry for errors.
☆World of the wicked☆
[-F Reader]
This is the prologue to upcoming chapters as they go on it will get disturbing and settling.
This is a yandere story.
Warning swearing⚠️
Is this what you get?
For being so miserable..?
Remembering how a few hours ago you were planning on running away from your home you could not stand your parents who were always making you feel miserable any way they could.
You'd run away from home hoping to live peacefully, but that didn't work out, did it?
Then out of nowhere you were in a coffin that you out punched the fuck out of holding your bag in your other hand the next thing you knew a cat blowing fire out of his mouth and running around causing chaos.
"I didn't take no damn edible...!" I said, looking down into the pocket of my hoodie. All there was gum and a pocket kife.
And my lighter oh yeah and my backpack filled with all my stuff.
After all that bullshit they kicked the cat out. I felt bad for the little devil because he wanted to attend the 'college'.
Then Crowley immediately tried to send me back home after everyone was told to fuck off.
But the stupid ass mirror was acting dumb.
"What do you mean you don't know where [Address Name] is!?" I said, looking at the stupid mirror as it just gave me a dead look.
"Oh dear!" Crowley said.
I was in the world of the wicked.
Since the headmaster was so generous he allowed me to stay in ramshackle dorm that looked like a fucking crack den.
Then the cat came back and told me not to snitch on him.
"I ain't no snitch!" I said looking at 'grim' as I grabbed the broom and cleaned this poor dorm that had been abandoned in a long ass time.
"Good, you better!" Grim was cut off by Crowley holding a fancy bag. "I've brought some food -"
Then he made Grim burn his ghost form or something shit idk.
★☆★
Crowley assigned us to be janitor some shit.
After this, I was gonna hit the library and look for books if we have time.
"This garden janitor type shit jobs sucks balls," I said, raking the leaves. Grim wasn't doing shit. All he did was sit his ass down.
"Dude, really?" I said, looking at him.
I stopped as I heard Leafs crunching on the ground, so I turned tf around so fast I almost made grim go flying into the pile of leaves.
"Woah, what the hell, human!?" Grim said as he lost his balance. I scooped him up.
"Woah! We didn't mean to startle you, dude!" Dude 1 says shocked.
"But ace you said we wouldn't startle him!" Dude 2 says.
They think I'm a dude.
Well, I am wearing a baseball cat with my hair in a lower bun and wearing the very baggy coveralls with some boots.
"Can I help yall?" I asked looking at both of them examining them.
"Jeez, what with the passive aggressiveness?? We're only saying Hi!" Ace said, looking at you with attitude.
"Ok. What's good?" I said as I shook Ace's hand tightly then I turned to Deuce and did the same.
?? They looked dumbfounded.
"What's with the look? Yall wanted to say, "Hi,so I say what's good, " I said, looking at them.
"That's one way to say it" Deuce said laughing nervously but I wasn't laughing so he shut up.
"One of you smells good," I said as a strawberry and rose sweet scent hit my nose.
"It's not me. I forgot to put my cologne on this morning, probably Deuce." Ace said.
"No, I forgot actually -"
"Why aren't both of you in class?"
They both froze as they turned around it was a shorter dude.
"Oh! Housewarden...!!" Ace said nervously.
...
"Mind awnsering my question hm?" Riddle said sternly.
"I bothered them. I asked them for directions to the cafeteria, and I'm new to this job," I said, looking at the red head who looked at me.
"Is that so? Very well then, " He said as he looked at both ace and deuce.
"Do not let it happen again or I shall have your head's next time" He said with a smirk.
...
As he walked away."What a pain in the ass!" Ace said, annoyed."Hey, if you gonna talk shit say it to his face!" I said."No way, dude!" Ace said."That's what I thought, dude," I said, folding up the latter."Ha, he doesn't have the guts!" Grim said."Oi shut -" Grim threw the brush into Ace's mouth."Ew, dude, there's bird shit on the brush." I said disgusted.
★♡☆
Ace and deuce were cool, but yeah, I'm now helping crowley sort out his papers since I guess his dumbass left the window open, and his papers flew everywhere.
"I've been thinking (y/n) why don't I let you attend school here, hm?" He says out of the blue.
"Are you crazy!? I'm a girl! I can't keep up with snobby privileged dudes. Also, how am i supposed to throw hands!?" I said, panicking.
"Why I did think of that? perhaps a potion to help you smell like a man will do. I'm sure nobody will pick on you! I saw you made friends with those two freshmen from heartslabyul!" The headmaster said as he clapped his hands together.
What?
"I have a uniform that is big enough to cover your feminine body. Why, of course, aren't I just generous!" He said.
What kind of fucking drugs is he on!?
"Yes! You both shall start tomorrow, but you will get some privileges, but no special treatment, got that?" Crowley said.
Grim said something.
But I'm confused and lost....?
What the fuck??
"Here is your school uniform!" Crowley handed it to me as I stupidly took it.
"Wait, what?" I said, looking at him confused.
"Now off you go, you want to get enough rest for tomorrow. Do you now?" The headmaster said, pushing us out.
"No, I said -"
"Wonderful, I shall see you tomorrow!"
He shut the door in my face.
"Yoohoo! I can't wait!" Grim said smugly.
Fuck ain't this some shit.
★First Day Of School★
I forced myself to get up. I looked around the dark room and up at the windows.
It was around 5 since the headmaster gave me a phone he talked about no magicam but I could not give 2 fucks about social media after school I'll hit the library and look for a way to go home.
I looked at the school uniform it looked uncomfortable, so I decided to slip my pj's underneath and some cozy socks with my black air force ones.
Since I have my bag and it fits all of my stuff because I made it all fit.
It was baggy, but it was okay. All I needed was a blet, so I grabbed my belt and adjusted it.
"Wake up, grim!" I said.
"Ughhh!" Grim whined as he rubbed his eyes.
Well shit I just need to do my hair he never said anything about baseball caps or Bandana , but I just tied my hair up and drank that liquid crowley told me to drink.
Yeah, I look like I don't belong here.
I stood out the air forces made me taller and the pants I creased them last night so also the jacket and black vest and button up the bow tie was shaped differently from everyone else's cuz crowley aint got no more ties.
Well shit this shit will do.
And no fuck them gloves I ain't no fancy pants.
I closed the door to the room as I saw grim eating cereal with water.
"Ya know, we got honey buns, right?" I told him.
"Huhh? We do? Well, I don't mind eating anything! But toss me one!" Grim said," So I did.
I forgot I told Ace and Deuce as I heard a knock at the door. I rushed to open the door. "Yall can come in!" I said, looking at them.
"Jeez, this place looks big! And it's neat!" Ace said as he looked around.
"Ya should've seen how it looked when I arrived," I said.
"Must of been a pain to clean up," Deuce commented.
"Okay, I'm done!" Grim said, looking at us.
"Let's get going now or we'll be late!" Deuce said.
"Ya," I said nervously.
Hell was just about to start...
We had our first class with Professor trein as Ace was already yawning, but Deuce was asking questions. I was just confused as if the grim was doodling.
Is this like the history back home?
Also, extra sugar coated and lies?
I listened to the lecture and wrote some notes down even though they were boring.
"Did you take notes (fake/name)?" Deuce asked.
"Yeah, a couple," I said, carrying these stupid books.
"Ugh, I got a basketball meeting during class!" Ace said, annoyed.
"Sounds lame" Grim said as he munched on a honey bun.
"Oh! (F/n) Did the headmaster ever tell you about the Dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders?" Deuce asked.
"Tf is that?" I said, confused asf.
"Woah, he didn't tell you!?" Ace said.
"Nope," I said, confused.
"You know that red-haired guy that was talking to us yesterday that's Riddle Rosehearts Our Housewarden-"
"I don't really care," I said, looking around.
"WHAT!?" Deuce said.
"Dude, how careless are you?? Ya know if you mess up in front of one of them, your toast!" Ace said.
"I don't care. I didn't give 2 shits about the student body at my old school," I said.
"I could care less too!" Grim said.
"Oh yeah, just a heads up, Vargas mixed the class up, so half of us will have class with the 3rd year's," Ace said.
?
Well shit fuck.
"Let's go to Crewel's classroom," Deuce said as we both headed inside.
"Also be careful the 2nd year's are in here doing some lab," Deuce said.
"Sounds boring," Grim said.
Deuce was showing us how to make a potion that helps you relax.
"And all you got to do is stir!" Deuce said," So I did. It looked like crystal.
"Smells horrible!" Grim said disgusted.
"Heyyyyy~ Deuce and uhhh?"
"Hey Cater! This is grim, and that's (f/n)!" Deuce says.
...
"Nice too, meet you both. I'm Cater Diamond, a third year, but you can call me Cay Cay~!" He winked at me.
Ew wtf.
"If you're a third year, what are you doing in here?" Grim asked.
"I had to stay to make up a potion!" Cater said cheerfully.
I paid no interest and went back to crushed flowers that Deuce asked me to do.
"How about a selfie~?" Cater said, pulling out his phone.
"No," I say sternly.
"Huh? Why not? It'll be fun!" Cater said as he got closer to you.
!?
Dude wtf get tf back.
I moved away towards Deuce."Uh Cater (f/n) doesn't like that sort of stuff," deuce."Talk about boringggg"Cater said, looking at you with a frown."Boring? For not wanting to have our privacy leaked? Grow up, ain't everyone like you!" I said as looked him dead in the eyes's. Deuce looks at me."Deuce, your friends seem to like making enemies," Cater said.
"Oh! (F/n) doesn't mean it he's just not used to our world. Cut him some slack cater!" Deuce said, looking at you.
But you went back to crushing flowers.
"Alrighty I gotta go anyway"Cater said leaving.
"You need to really be careful. Everyone around here is... not like in your world (f/n)."
"In my world we bashed motherfuckers brains out for talking shit if we didn't like some asshole we settled it out in the streets or they get their brains blown out" I said looking at him.
Ew, I sound like them wannabe edgy people.
"Woah, that's uh too violent." Deuce said, looking at you confused.
"But you cannot do that here!" Deuce said scolding you.
"And I'm sure you don't have the guts to do that!" Deuce said scolding you even more to the point 2 other freshman turned around to look at both of you.
"Humans! Quit fighting do you not see we are trying to finish our lab!" The tall one shouted
"So please quit down over," the short one said.
"Freedom of speech and why yall being nosey nobody was talkin' to both of you," I said, looking at them.
!!!
☆★☆
Throughout the day (f/n) was almost jumped by some assholes from Savanaclaw and then some dude named Azul was saying some sketchy shit to grim so you took him away and well physical education made you snap.
"What do you mean we can't be together?" I asked Vargas, who was looking at us with a big smile.
"(F/n) I need you with that group over there!" Vargas says.
? "And for you, grim!" Vargas said.
I walked over there forcefully my legs were giving up on me I just wanted to go to the library and try to get out of this hell hole.
We started to play everyone was already mean asf.
Volleyball that's what we were playing it they were hitting it too fucking high I got nervous as I noticed some asshole looking at as he served it towards me.
I hit that shit so hard my hand ached it hurt so much.
Luckily Deuce was in my team but ace was running.
"You got this (f/n)!" Deuce said, looking at me.
"You too!" I said these 3rd years got no chill.
"Um Deuce do you know these guys" I asked as I turned to whisper at him.
"And you didn't want to know about the dorm leaders or vice dorm leaders?" Deuce said.
"What?" I said.
"Okay, well, that's Leona kingscholar, the dorm leader of Savanaclaw," He said as I stared at him he was bickering with a blue haired dude and a blonde with purple highlights.
"Next to him is Idia Shroud, the dorm leader of- watch out!" Deuce yelled as the volleyball goes flying as it slams into the fucking grass making a hole in the process.
!
A dude with horns had severed the volleyball, and the students in our team crouched in fear as the ball missed me as Deuce moved me out the way.
"Are you okay!?" Deuce said.
"Yeah thanks to you what's with those motherfuckers are they trying smoke us??" I said annoyed as I looked at the horned dude and a dude with a baseball cap was fangirling over him.
"Merveilleux!" He shouted and clapped as the blonde with purple highlights behind him looked at him annoyed, and so did Leona.
"We're not playing anymore!" Our teammates said as they ran off like as if they were rat's stealing cheese.
Me and Deuce looked at each other.
So I grabbed the volleyball.
"Ya wanna serve?"
"You want to stay..?" Deuce asked.
"I'm not scared of nobody," I said.
He nodded as I passed him the ball, and he served, but it was immediately served back, so I jumped and threw that shit back, and then they hit it back, but they hit Deuce in the face.
"Oh shit!" I said as I looked at Deuce.
"I'm okay!" He said, trying to hide his anger??
"Hey! What's your problem!" I said, trying not to swear.
"It's not worth it (f/n)!" Deuce said sternly.
They were looking at us as if they did nothing the fucking audacity.
"Yea, I'm talking to yall. Why you trying to kill us!!!" I said pissed.
"Dude, come on!" Deuce said.
"These privileged ass motherfuckers think its okay to beat on us!" I said annoyed.
"You're half their size! You can't fight them they'll kill you!" Deuce warned you but headed over there with attitude.
"Hey! (F/n)!" Ace said, running towards you.
"What's the matter herbivore cat got yer tongue?" Leona said smugly.
"I'm still taking! You snobs trying to kill us!!" I said, looking at them pissed asf.
Ace then drags you away forcefully.
"Dude, not cool. Those guys will mess you up," Ace warned.
"Do not give a fuck!"I said annoyed.
☆★☆
"What's with the tough guy act (f/n)? You can't do that around here!" Deuce scolded.
"I don't care how rich or strong they are I'm not scared of nobody!" I said angerly.
"You should chill out I'm serious you have no magic those dudes can seriously mess you up!" Ace said.
"Maybe a drink will cheer you up!" Deuce said.
"Yeah!" Grim said. "I'll get em I started this shit might as well cool off!" I said, getting up from the bench.
"Are you sure -""Yea," I headed off to find the vending machine.
"Why if it isn't the Trickster!"
???
I turned around and saw the assholes from earlier.
"Fufu~" Is this who you are talking about Malleus?"
...
"Tch, it's just the herbivore," Leona said pissed off. "What kind of shitty names are those??" I said, looking at them as I noticed a vending machine far behind them.
"My! Do you run your mouth all the time?"
"No." I said.
"Hmph, you lie as well potato"
Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?
"Um ya know, I could make you guys mad another day, but possibly tomorrow, but I need to get to that vending machine, and your fat assess is blocking the way." I said, looking up at them. I think someone dropped something.
"What did you say!?"
"How ill mannered!"
"Hmph!"
"Why look at yourself!"
"Oh my!"
I couldn't help it. I was laughing like it was the funniest shit I've ever heard. "Yall funny!" I said, laughing my ass off. I can't breathe! I've never seen anybody react like that. Usually, it would end up in a fist fight or hair pulling type shit.
I then turned around and headed off to another vending machine.
☆♡☆
"What took you so long?" Grim pouted."I was laughing at the assholes from earlier!" I said laughing."What!?" Deuce says."You really wanna get in a fight with those dudes!" Ace said.
"No, they talked to me first !" I said.
☆☆☆
I headed off to the library with grim who was complaining about how the other students were being assholes to him."They think they all that," I said as we headed inside it was empty asf, bro."We got the place to ourselves!" Grim said. "I guess," I said.
I looked around for books while grim looked around.
"Tf is this shit I don't understand any of this shit," I said, confused as I looked through the books.The only book I found was 'Is it possible to travel to another dimension?' The library was too big and it was getting dark.
"Let's go, grim, we gotta make dinner," I said."Finally! I'm starvin!" Grim said.
How long will you be stuck in the villain's world?
This wicked world...
It was going to be a month since your arrival and well things....just keep getting worse...
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Students spilled from the classrooms as the last bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. You mindlessly packed your things in your bag, thoughts racing, wondering if you can even continue your usual ritual of watching the boy's basketball practice after school without it being awkward. The commotion within the hallways quickly dissipated, and soon you were alone in the silence of the school building. You hurriedly zipped your bag up and swung it over your shoulder, thoughts continuously swimming in your head and weighing up the pros and cons of going to watch Seeun play.
You stepped out of the classroom, and just as his face crossed your mind, his loud voice filled your ear.
“Boo!”
Your head spun around to see his smile as you stumbled backwards in fright, bumping the back of your head into the doorframe with a bonk. You hissed, using one hand to steady yourself and your other to cover the part of your head where it made contact with the solid wood.
“Oh, shit.” His voice quickly went from playful to concerned, one hand grasping your shoulder and the other swiping your bangs from your face as he leant down and looked into your eyes.
“You okay…?”
You fought a blush that was rising from your neck at his proximity and the intimacy of his actions, quickly choking out a sentence to cover your sudden fluster.
“What's with you and giving me concussions?” You chuckled awkwardly, lightly pushing his hand away from your face.
“What can I say? I'm a master at making your head spin.” He winked and a laugh burst up from your chest.
“Ew,” you chuckled, smacking his chest lightly and pushing past him, “don't do that again.” You slung your backpack over your shoulder, making your way down the hallway.
“Made you blush.” He teased playfully, chasing after you to walk next to you.
“In your dreams.” You said, putting on your best poker face and praying to every God out there that he didn't notice the redness in your ears.
“What're you even doing here anyways?” You questioned, glancing at him following you like a stray cat. A very large stray cat. “Don't you have practice today?”
“Yup! Just forgot something.”
Your eyes scanned him up and down with a raised eyebrow.
“It's okay, I found it.” He smiled contentedly, mouth forming a v shape that you found surprisingly endearing.
Silence stretched between the two of you as you walked together and you tugged at the straps of your backpack in an attempt to ease the ever-tightening awkward tension that hung in the air. You silently cursed whichever architect planned out this school for putting the gym right next to the gates and forcing you to walk with him and endure this heavy silence. The cool afternoon breeze hit your face as you finally escaped the main building, the tall open school gate and your freedom finally in sight. The two of you arrived at the door to the gym and you stuck your hand up as if to wave him goodbye as you kept walking.
“Later, Seeun.”
Suddenly your backpack snagged on something, pulling you back. That something being the hand of the scarily tall basketball player with the surprisingly cute personality walking next to you just moments ago. Your expression fell as you craned your neck to look over your shoulder.
“Aren't you going to watch us play?” He questioned while tilting his head innocently and smiling in a way that made you hold back the urge to punch him.
“Uh I-I've got plans I can't miss, so…sorry…” You quickly concocted some excuse while putting on your best guilty face and begging your lousy acting skills to work in your favour. His smirk melted into a pout as he released you.
“Okay…” he sighed, standing up straight and rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward display you didn't expect. “Go on then, you don't wanna be late.” He smiled wryly, raising a hand in goodbye. For some reason, you felt your stomach drop slightly and you chewed on your lip as he reached to open the door.
“I'm done!” The angry echo of a female voice rang out from behind the door before it suddenly slammed open, Seeun yanking his hand back right before it took his arm off. A tall blonde girl stormed out, mascara and eye-liner smudged by salty tears that trailed down her face. You and Seeun were stunned, glancing at each other a few times in disbelief before he cautiously disappeared through the door.
“Guys? What the hell was that??”
Your desire to leave and escape the drama this boy had brought into your life was strong, but you quickly realised that your curiosity was stronger as you took a few shy steps to catch up with him. The rest of the guys were standing almost just as stunned as you were moments ago. All but one, that is. The pretty brunette boy, just shorter than Seeun, the boy who sat behind him in class, the boy who randomly waved at you today. He was standing nonchalantly and fidgeting with a lock of his hair like nothing even happened.
“THAT was our manager quitting.” The boy with green hair exclaimed.
“Another one??” Seeun stopped in front of the group, you stopping slightly behind him and leaning over rather awkwardly.
“Uh huh. For the same reason too.” The shortest one responded in a voice that said this wasn't the first time this had happened…or the second…or the third.
“It's all because of that player over there.” The green haired boy spoke again, clearly annoyed as he pointed over to the tall brunette, still looking unbothered.
“What?? I didn't ask for her to fall for me?” He spoke in a sassy tone, folding his arms over his chest.
Your eyes bounced from person to person as they argued, the drama being strangely entertaining to you despite how genuinely stressed some of them seemed to be.
“Hey.” A voice from beside you grabbed your attention and you straightened up, turning your head to meet the face of a cute blonde smiling down at you.
“Glad to see you're okay.” He grinned, and you finally recognised him as another one of Seeun's friends in your class.
“Oh. Thanks,” you responded shyly, “Yujun, right?”
His smile widened as he nodded his head.
“It's nice to finally meet Seeun's girlfr-”
Seeun's large fist came down on top of Yujun's head like a coconut that'd fallen from a tree. You winced for Yujun at the sound the collision made and he stumbled back, rubbing his head.
“I didn't realise you stayed.” You met Seeun's eyes looking down at you with warmth, completely contradicting the harsh way he'd treated one of his friends just a second before.
“Uh…yeah…” You smiled awkwardly, only for him to smile back genuinely, giving you a fuzzy feeling in your chest.
“IT'S NOT FINE!” The sudden yelling from the green haired one again snapped you back into the argument happening and both you and Seeun focused your attention back to the group.
“WE HAVE NO MANAGER! No manager! No tournament!”
The brunette boy was simply fidgeting with the hem of his Jersey, just as unbothered as before.
“Are you even listening??”
The word ‘tournament’ registered in your head and for the first time since you started watching them play months ago, you realised they were actually a real team.
“You guys are an actual basketball team??? I thought you were just a bunch of friends playing together…”
The group of boys just stared at you, their gazes much more intimidating than you expected.
“....Who the hell is she?” The stoic looking boy said to the short haired boy next to him and you shrunk back, slowly going red from embarrassment. Yujun's sweet voice suddenly cut through the silence with words that made your heart jump.
“Oh, this is Seeun's girlfriend!”
“No! Shut the fuck up! She's not!” Seeun quickly pulled Yujun into a headlock. “You never learn, do you??” The cheeky smile on Yujun's face was not the one you'd usually see from a man trying to stop himself from being choked.
“Oh! You're that girl Seeun tried to kill!” The red headed boy, the last member of Seeun's small classroom friend group, called out with a smile.
“Alright, now you guys are just sayin’ shit!” Seeun yelled and the group burst into laughter, including Yujun who was still fighting for his freedom between Seeun's forearm and bicep. The group laughing together made your stomach feel weirdly light and tingly and a smile crept onto your face before you even realised. You glanced over at the tall, pouty man next to you, the sight of his slowly reddening ears making your stomach tingle in a completely different way and your eyes quickly shot away.
You made eye contact with the tall brunette, the one at the root of the group's problem. The two of you just stared for a moment, before a smile suddenly appeared on his face, a smile that made your heart drop for a second. Oh no.
“Why don't we just make her the new manager?” His words cut off the giggling and joking between the boys and they all turned to you in unison once again.
“Not happening.” Seeun spoke, finally releasing Yujun and crossing his arms.
“Hey…that's actually not a bad idea,” the short one started, “she's been watching us play, right? She's gotta know the rules of the game and she probably knows a bit about how each of us play by now too.”
You opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by Seeun's weirdly flat voice.
“No way. She's probably got, y'know, a social life outside of school and I doubt she wants to spend her afternoons managing and coaching a bunch of sweaty teen boys.”
The rest of the group looked at you for some kind of response and you quickly caved.
“W-well…I don't really…have any friends so…not really…?” you muttered.
“Then it's settled!” Yujun suddenly came up behind you and slung his arm over your shoulder, startling you.
“Huh? What?? No.” Seeun insisted, plucking Yujun's arm from your shoulder like it was a piece of garbage. The red head walked up beside Seeun and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“C'mon man. Why are you so bent on keeping us from regionals?”
“What? I-I'm not, it's just-” Seeun groaned and shook the red head's hand from his shoulder. “Whatever.”
You watched as him and Yujun shared mischievous glances, your mind starting to spin with the situation you'd put yourself in.
“Don't I get a say in this??” You called out, but you may as well have been in the vacuum of space with how the the group was ignoring you, chattering excitedly about this so-called ‘tournament’ you'd be signing them up for.
You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. You could already tell this was about to be your most dramatic and yet exciting year of your school life.
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College Au, I agree that you def should write it 👀👀
Ahh okay I’ve been tinkering with this for a bit! Thank you for this ask Danni!!
This is my first time writing for Maxiel and first time writing rpf in years so please be easy on me 😭 but of course feedback and any questions are welcome!! Inspired by this picture and the tags!!
Sorry for any mistakes! But I don’t think I can look or edit this anymore without going insane 🤪 enjoy!!!
Maxiel College AU where it’s a special day during junior year!
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“C’mon one more DR!” Blake shouted from across the tennis court. The Austin sun beating down on them making the already humid day feel worse than it actually was.
“Yeah, nah mate,” Daniel called back as the three men walked toward the net where they had set their backpacks down to get in a quick tennis match. “Max is waiting for me. I promised I’d be back on time. He says it’s a special day.”
Daniel had been thinking all day about it.
Before leaving for class Max had whispered to Daniel something about a special day. In his sleepy haze all the Aussie could do was hum and try to pull his boyfriend back into the warm duvet covers away from the busy campus outside their window.
Every morning was a routine once the semester began. Max woke at 7 am for his 8 am lecture. Showered. Got dressed. Kissed Daniel before he headed out the door. Daniel, of course, didn’t have class until 1:30. He liked sleeping in and staying up late. Plus he worked at the local bar which meant late night shifts. Max didn’t mind it. They always made sure to leave the afternoons free around dinner time so they could catch up on the day before Max went to play FIFA or do homework and Daniel went to work.
“He said that? You don’t know what the special day is?” Scotty asked with a slight scoff knowing if he forgot a date Chloe would have his head.
Daniel rolled his eyes sliding his backpack onto his shoulders and hiding his sweaty curls under a black and green hat “no he didn’t say what it was. If I ask he might kill me so I’m off to get some flowers on my way home” he nodded hopping the day would reveal itself when he walked in the door.
After saying bye to Blake and Scotty, Daniel headed out to the local flower shop. It was small with a French exchange student behind the counter who flirted way too much with Max in his opinion. The green eyed student recommended a bouquet of roses. Cliche.
Instead Daniel opted for an assortment of red, yellow and white tulips. Like the ones Max spoke about from his home country. Daniel liked to get flowers often wanting to give Max a little piece of home since he couldn’t travel back to Holland often.
The jingle of his key alerted the cats of Daniel’s return to the small apartment. Once inside the cats curled around his ankles and purred against his leg welcoming him back. Daniel leaned down scratching both Jimmy and Sassy behind their ears with whispered ‘hey guys, where’s dad?’ He toed off his shoes by the door before walking towards the living room. Max wasn’t in his usual spot on the worn leather couch Daniel had practically begged Max to bring back after they found it on the side of the road last year.
“Hello?” He called out the crinkle of the cellophane echoing around the tulips in Daniel’s hand.
“Shit” Max’s quiet voice echoed coming from the kitchen. Daniel made his way over seeing Max fussing over…something? His broad shoulders hunched down pulling at the fabric of his black polo that were tucked into his jeans being held up by a black belt.
Max turned holding a tray in his hands with what should’ve been a cake. The white frosting and vanilla bread had clearly turned into a crumbly mess.
“It’s supposed to be a cake, of course, but I think I took the bread out too soon and it was too hot. Of course I just wanted it to be decorated before you got back-“ Max rambled. A grin spread on Daniels lips “a cake for this special day?” He asked trying to real more information out of his boyfriend about this mystery day.
Max raised an eyebrow and nodded “of course why wouldn’t there be a cake?” He says.
Cake. Birthday? No. Anniversary? No. Daniel still couldn’t wrack his brain about what this special day might be.
Max smirked at his boyfriend as he sets the tray down on the linoleum lined kitchen counter “you have no idea what today is huh?”
Shit. He was caught. Max could read him like a book but Daniel wouldn’t admit it of course. “What?! Of course I know what today is. I got you flowers. Tulips” he grinned handing over the bouquet.
Max inspects the flowers. Not as good as the ones from his hometown but he knew it was the thought that counted. Max looked his boyfriend in the eyes a grin on his lips as he speaks “then what is today?”
Daniel looks back for a moment. What other possible date would be important enough for a cake?
A laugh bubbles up from Max “you don’t even know!” he smirked happily moving to get a vase filled with water for his flowers. “Daniel it’s the day we met in class” he spoke over the water running into the green vase “three years ago, of course” he nodded shutting the water off and sliding the flowers into the water before setting them down “it’s called a meet cute. I think” he said before he gestured to the cake sat on the counter “that’s what Victoria called it. She said it would be cute to celebrate it.”
The words ‘happy 3 year meet cute’ scrawled out in red icing against the white frosting in Max’s handwriting
Daniel was stunned.
3 years. He couldn’t believe 3 years had flown by. He remembered walking into his Horticulture 120 lecture and the only spot left was next to Max at the front row. He was sure he’d drop the class. It was an elective after all. But then he turned and saw Max’s eyes. Blue. Like the Maldives. In that moment Daniel knew he had to stay. So he did and clumsily introduced himself. His braces giving him a slight lisp. But it was the best thing he had done. Now he had an apartment and two cats with that same boy. And they were celebrating meeting 3 year later.
Daniel gives his boyfriend a soft look before his own laughter filled the space between them “oh Maxy” he said “that’s adorable really. Thank you” he says admiring the icing work he had attempted winning his finger into the white frosting and licking it off his finger.
“Happy three year meet cute anniversary” he said leaning in kissing Max’s blushing cheeks.
Max smiled turning to look at his boyfriend “happy three year meet cute anniversary” he whispered before planting a kiss on Daniel lips.
#thank you again Danni!!! I hope this meets your expectations!!!#in my head Daniel and max didn’t get together until halfway through the semester while working on a project together#that’s when they find out they live in the same dorm and hang out even more after that#and daniel is a engineering major at first but he switches to photography by this time#max does computer science#of course they go to UT!#and max is there on visa and Blake Scotty and Daniel decided to all just go there because dan loved it#hook ‘em!#and Charles runs the flower shop when he’s in school and flirts shamelessly with all the people who#come in and buy flowers#let me know if you want any more!!!#again I hope this is okay!#maxiel#my fic#asks#onboardsorasora#college au
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Hi! could you write about izzy stradlin and the reader,where after 2 years they meet again and end up together? the frist time they meet was on gnr’s frist tour but the reader couldn’t stay with izzy so they had like a situationship . Sorry if it’s detailed!
Some sunny day
A/N:I love this kind of trope, it's just very cute. DW about being detailed, in fact I do like it more
WARNINGS: fights (not from Izzy and reader), pet names, reader is referred to as "Cinderella" but no pronouns are mentioned
It was a day like none other, Izzy woke up in the "hell house", as the boys in the band called it, to some screaming (which he later found out was Axl being pissed off over something small, as always).
He had some things to do today, so he dressed up in some blue button up, some jeans and a pair of black converse, grabbed the things he needed and left the place.
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With the new strings for his guitar and the set of picks in a little bag he quickly shoved in the small backpack, he left the store.
When Izzy was heading back to the hellhouse he came across the new park that had opened recently, and it was almost empty, so the raven haired man decided to take a little walk.
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When the man was walking trough the park he came across a familiar face sitting next to a tree and reading a book, which read "The Hobbit" on the cover in big golden letters.
He walked over to you and leaned one of his forearms on the tree, crossing his feet behind the other and looking at you
"so.... You were not thinking of calling any time soon?"
He said lowly, you got a bit startled and looked up at him, but as soon as you recognized his oh so slightly hooked nose a small smile tugged on your lips, mirroring his.
You closed the book and tapped the place next to yours. He seated down next to you and you practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you back.
"I missed you... I just didn't call because someone forgot to give me their number"
You said as the both of you part the hug, raising your eyebrows, but the smile never leaving your lips neither his.
"well, if Cinderella didn't hurry right out of the place at midnight claiming that 'you can't leave your car alone' you would have the number"
He provokes back, wiggling his eyebrows lightly. You scoff, followed by a light chuckle
"for the record, my cat did scratched the couch when I got home"
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After some time just chilling next to Izzy he realized the time and clicked his toungue
"I sorry, sweetheart... Axl is gonna kill me if I don't go back with the things..."
He says, getting up from his spot
"Iz, are we gonna meet again?"
You ask before he leaves, looking up at him and fidgeting with the cover of your book
"some sunny day"
He smiles softly and so do you, but your grow bigger as you say
"well... Tomorrow will be sunny according to the news"
He raises an eyebrow
"are you inviting me on a date?"
"maybe"
"meet me here tomorrow at seven, if you don't plan on going Cinderella again"
He says before walking out, leaving you with your book and a little anxiety
"some sunny day"
You repeat to yourself lowly
@izzystradliniscute
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Age bracket au.
( Cahaya's first word )
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" So, this is the water bottle and the snack in the backpack -"
" Don't forgot Cahaya's crayons he needs those ,Petir !"
" Ok ,ok, I have already pack that . Aip ."
" Thanks for helping Petir , I really need some help ."
" Don't be Tanah , keep focus on making Cahaya's lunch box and -Angin ! Tell Haya to get up and dress up now , the bus is going to come an hour later !"
" Ok ! Roger that ! "
Angin goes to the upstairs room . He opens the door and saw a curl up figure on the bed .
And that's Cahaya who is still sleeping .
Angin sits beside the bed and gently shake Cahaya to wake up .
" Hey , it's time to wake up now Haya ."
Cahaya shakes his head as a sign of "No I don't wanna wake up." Angin see that coming so he dramatically put his hand on his head as he say this :
" Oh my ! What should I do if I can't wake you up !"
" Well it seems like I have no choice to tell the teacher that you will be not joining the field trip today and Fang only can sad by -"
"!!!!!"
Cahaya immediately jump out the bed after he heard what angin just say . He quickly rush to the bathroom to clean up himself .
" Haha ! He really didn't want to miss this don't he ?"
" Well then -"
" I also need to help him to pick the outfit too ! "
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" Hello ! I'm here to pick up Cahaya ! "
That is Cahaya's class teacher Miss Nene who is now standing Infront the house gate .
" He's coming ! Please take care of him during the trip Miss ! "
" Oh my ! Good morning Daun ! "
" Don't worry about that sweetie, I'll keep update what happened to you Cahaya to Tanah and Petir ."
"Ok Miss- Oh ! Haya is here now !"
Cahaya walk out the gate and greet his teacher with his wring board .
" Good Moring you too Cahaya ! Oh ? Your hoodie is fantastic , my dear ! "
Cahaya is wearing his tiger hoodie .
" Well lets go on the van now shall we ? Fang is waiting for you !"
Cahaya happily take Miss Nene's hand as he wave goodbye to his Abangs .
" See you later Haya ! "
All his brother waving back to him as Cahaya go on the bus .
Later Cahaya who is meet up with Fang on the bus is happier because Fang also have wear his cat ear Hoodie .
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"Alright everyone ! Line up Infront of me please ! And don't let go of your friend's hand please !"
The van have arrive to the science center the children and the teachers are gathering at the entrance .
" Now my darlings ! Do you remember the wristband we just give you ? Please wear it now , we need this to go in the entrance !"
Miss Nene show them how to wear the wristband to the children as an example .
The children starts to wearing the wristband by themself but for the children is bit hard to wear it by themself , so the teachers have to assist them.
Cahaya want to call help but the other teacher include Miss Nene is too busy to helping the others , they didn't notice Cahaya want to catch their attention .
Cahaya feel frustrate but -
"Haya do you need help ? "
It's Fang who witness the whole thing beside Cahaya.
Cahaya look in Fang's eyes with a desperate look as nod his head and show Fang the arm he wanted the wristband be .
"Ok ! So I have to stick the wristband here right ?"
" Is the size ok ? Tight ? Or too lose ?"
Fang help Cahaya to adjust as he starts to stick the wristband on his wrist .
After Fang finished, Cahaya happily hug him as a thanks .
" You're welcome Haya ! "
Fang hugs back to Cahaya .
" Oh there you are ! Sorry that I didn't come to help you first Haya-"
"Oh?-Awwww. Sorry for interrupt the moment sweeties but is your wristband on your wrist now ? "
Miss Nene come to check Cahaya after she finish helping the others, worry Cahaya might be upset .
She is glad that she witness this and take a photo to send to Tanah's chat group.
" Every one is ready now, lets go inside the science center now ."
" Ok ! "
Cahaya and Fang follow Miss Nene to the entrance together while holding hand with each other .
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"Now everyone please look to the left ! That's a fossil of a trilobite . "
"Trilobites are a group of extinct marine arthropods that first appeared around 521 million years ago. "
"They died out at the end of the Permian, 251 million years ago, killed by the end Permian mass extinction event that removed over 90% of all species on Earth. And -"
Cahaya and Fang is now in the the Fossil section with the group .
Cahaya is hyping from hearing the guide's explanation while Fang is confused and trying to filter what did they just say along with the other children .
Cahaya is so happy to see all the fossil around him because he never see that Infront of him before !
Cahaya keeps look around the section with amaze .
But when Cahaya come back to his sense he realize that his teacher and his group is no longer to be seen !
Cahaya panicked run around the section try to find them but accidently bump to a women that is holding her phone .
The phone fell to the ground when Cahaya bump on her .
The women look pissed and scold him .
"Watch where are you going kid ! "
"What ? You don't say anything after making my phone dropped ? That's super rude ! "
Cahaya tried to write " sorry "on his writing board but the women cut him off by suddenly grabbing his arm .
" What ? That is not how you act ! Apologies ! "
Cahaya felt terrified and his arm hurts as he trying to struggle off but the women's grips harder .
" What kind of person teach such a bad child ! You need to get disciplined ! "
Cahaya watch her raise hand as she want to hit Cahaya .
Before she could do that , a water bottle smack on her face !
" Let go of Haya you Meanie ! "
Cahaya watch Fang keeps hitting the women's arm as he try to free Cahaya .
After Cahaya is free Fang pull Cahaya away from her and runs .
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" Huff - Huff here should be fine ."
"We can't see her now , lets go to find Miss Nene now ."
Fang and Cahaya are hiding in the Aqua section after they escape form the women .
" Let - hm ? Haya ?"
Fang felt his hoodie get yanked .
Cahaya keeps his face hide in the hoodie's hood but Fang felt Cahaya is shaking from his hand .
" ...... It's alright now I'm here ."
"No one could hurt us now ."
Cahaya launch himself to Fang as he broke down in his arm .
Cahaya cries as Fang keep petting him to comfort him .
After a while , Fang and Cahaya is wandering around the center to searching their teachers .
Fang can feel Cahaya is still trembling so he made an idea .
" Hey ,Haya ? Lets go to find the dinosaurs ! "
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"Yeah ! Dinosaurs ! Miss Nene told us there's dinosaurs somewhere lets go found ! "
Cahaya eyes light up as he nod as a respond.
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" Wow that's a T-rex ! "
Fang point to the big dinosaur that is at the center of the section .
" Haya look that's many of them!!!!"
" !!!!"
Cahaya and Fang jumps up and down with excitements .
While Fang is still in excitements he heard a unfamiliar voice.
"Dino-sa-ris- ! "
" What ? "
" Dinoso-ris !"
Fang look unbelieved for what he just heard !
It's Cahaya !
It's Cahaya who just spoke ! "
" Haya ! You spoke?!?!? "
" fu- fa-a - Pang ! "
" Yeah , that's right that's me ! '
"P-Pang !"
"Haya !"
" PANG ! "
" HAYA ! "
" There you are ! "
"AHHHHHH!!!!!"
Both of the kid startled by the voice .
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Don't worry it's Miss Nene !
" Where do you guys been ?? I been tried to find you guys for hours ! "
"But that's wasn't important now because-"
" Haya , my sunshine you just spoked !!!! "
" I glad that I have recorded form the start . First word is dinosaurs how cute is that ! "
" Tanah will love this ! Send ! "
Fang yank Miss Nene's pants .
" Miss Nene, do you have my brother's phone number ? "
" Well ,yes I have ."
" Can you help me to call him ? "
"Of course sweetie , why do you need for ?"
" I need to tell him something ."
"Alright ?"
Miss Nene dial to Kaizo and hand her phone to him.
" Hey ,Pang what do you need ? If nothing important-"
" A women attacked Cahaya , please help me ."
" And I got her phone, her ID is in the phone chase ."
"...... Can you tell me what you have seen ?"
" So it's starts form........."
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Meanwhile ........
" Tanah are you alright ?!?! Why you're screaming-''
" Cahaya have said his first word !!!!!!!"
"Wait what ?!?!?"
"What does he say !!!!!"
" Miss Nene is so lucky to capture the moment !!!!! "
" It's Dinosaur !?!? Are you kidding me ?!?!? "
" Hey how come Fang is the one who he call his name first ! Not fair ! "
" I want to see too Tanah ."
Tanah, Air and the trouble maker trio watch the video that Miss Nene just send .
On the other side at the collage.
Kaizo have shared something to Petir on the phone and Petir just broke the soda can he's holding.
The women feel something is watching her back as she shivers .
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Today my mom who heard me talk about age bracket Cahaya being a non-vocal autism and told me that I also didn't develop speech before I was almost six. Consider as a problem because I'm hyperactive adhd kid .
The scene that Cahaya get harassed is base on my experience when I was a kid , I got hitted and forgot by fear . Only today recall it because mom bring up the past .
oh the woman absolutely infuriated me
and woah, new thing to learn from you! interesting to hear :)
Also i love the story writing is! this was so adorable and Cahaya having his first word must be such a shocker for the brothers
fang is very much lucky *nods
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Whirl, Swerve, x Weirdcore!Reader Romantic HCs
Reader is portrayed as a gender neutral human.
You have a pet hairless cat.
Tw for swearing and mention of organs such as eyes n stuff
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Whirl
Very friggin weirded out by you at first.
"The fuck do they look like that???"
He did like the repeating theme of blood and organs though.
In fact, its what made him talk to you in the first place.
You were chillin at Swerve's with Rewind when he came up to you and was like
"So.... are those real? if so, who did ya kill, and how?"
Was very confused at why you were giggling until you said they were fake and you made them yourself.
".....they look so real- Aight thats it, fleshie. You, me, this evening, my place."
"Wait why-"
"DON'T QUESTION IT!"
Not knowing what else to do, you ask Rung for directions to Whirl's room. You don't know what you were expecting, but you weren't exactly expecting to be snatched up by his giant claw by the back of your shirt and interrogated about your appearance and mannerisms as if you tried to bring a knife on a plane.
You somehow managed to keep calm though.
Over time though, Whirl did warm up to you and one day confessed and boom! Yall a thing now.
Anyways uhh. He also likes the overall unsettling/calming vibes it can give off.
The liminal spaces kinda work on him? Like yes the place does seem a bit familiar to him, but he doesn't feel the strong sense of deja vu like he's been there before.
Likes your hairless cat.... but also doesn't.
"Yeah, its cute and all, very friendly, nice little fleshy.... but why the fuck does it look like that."
Loves any weird accessories you wear, just these teeny random creatures, items, and organs dangling off you.
Stole a necklace of (fake) teeth from you and he has it hanging off his weird antenna thing on his head unless he's off killing cons or whateva.
Kinda likes the the music you listen to??? Hes weirded out by it definitely, but he does like the melodies.
Not one for physical touch but isn't opposed to it.
He usually pats you on the head with a claw, or has one around your torso (gently).
KISS HIM.
Pet names include: Babe, Squish-ball, Teeny, Creepy Crawly, Critter, Weirdo, Fucker
Will attempt to murder anyone who dares hurt you or the cat, mentally or physically. Unless you stop him of course.
He loves you a lot despite your overall strangeness.
Swerve
He loves your style so much, like i'm not kidding.
I mean how can he not? He's discovering a new human thing, that's right up his alley!
Doesn't like the bugs though. Only mildly unsettled by the organs.
And he loves your cat too, absolutely died of cuteness the first time he met them.
"OH MY GOD ROTISSERIE KITTYYYYY!!!"
They get along p well :)
Big fan of your outfits, they're unique, cute, and fun!
Carries the two of you around almost anywhere he goes.
Yall met when you were wandering the ship with your backpack of art stuff and listening to your tunes. You went down a hall you haven't been to yet and stumbled across his bar.
You walk in, staying close to the wall so you don't get stepped on or something. you make it near the main bar when he spotted you.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod they're real-"
He excitedly ran out from behind the bar toward you. He did that thing where you jump, land, and slide on your knees in a sitting position. What a dork XD
He landed next to you and started rambling, You couldn't help but let out a small laugh and smile as he went on.
"Oh wait sorry i forgot to say- My name is Swerve, its so nice to finally meet you!! You look so cool, like weird but very cool. It reminds me of something but i can't remember what- oh wait whats your name?"
He put you on the bar counter as he continued his work all the while continuously chatting with you.
Months later yall got together.
Very affectionate. Like i'm not kidding. Prepare to be held gently.
Liminal spaces work on him. Experiencing the Deja Vu and feelings of unsettlement fr.
Pet names are: Sweet-spark, Sugar, Kiwi, Love-bug
Loves weirdcore music. Specifically songs by Jack Stauber.
Swerve set up a lil place for you on the bar, mostly blankets and pillows with weird patterns, along with some plushies. Like a four eyed cow, a two headed dog, and a clay-face plushie of a duck.
Has lots of lil snacks for ya too.
Won't stop rambling about how much he loves you.
#mtmte whirl#mtmte swerve#whirl x reader#swerve x reader#Anomaly fics#mtmte x reader#transformers x reader#transformers#Weirdcore reader#Weirdcore
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(Totally Real) analysis of what your favorite dsmp character says about you
(i probably forgot a couple people i am sorry)
Dream: you read self-insert fanfics
George: you haven't watched lore since season 1
Sapnap: you think dnf is overrated
Karl: you have too many "-cores" in your bio
Punz: you're trans
Skeppy: you're gay
BadBoyHalo: you're gay and closeted
Awesamdude: you're a cat person
Ponk: your favorite trope is enemies to lovers (then back to enemies)
Foolish: you like men (gay)
Puffy: you like women (gay)
Philza: you like women and birds
Tommy: you like women and money
Wilbur: you hate women
Jack: you hate men
Nihachu: you prefer origins smp
Fundy: you're a furry (in denial)
Seapeekay: you're a furry (and have accepted it)
Hbomb: catmaids are inherently tied to your gender
Techno: you read Percy Jackson as a kid
Eret: you have a crush on Eret
Tubbo: you have a "save the bees" sticker on your backpack
Ranboo: you have blue hair and pronouns
Quackity: you're gay and homophobic
Purpled: you're the youngest sibling
Slime: you had an instagram slime account in 2016
Antfrost: you like catboys
BoomerNA: you like catboys and you're trans
Hannah: you hate straight people
Eryn: you hate cis people
Schlatt: you want to fuck that old man
Connoreatspants: you have autism
Michaelmcchill: i know what you are
#i don't wanna tag ;^;#dream smp#dream#georgenotfound#sapnap#badboyhalo#skeppy#awesamdude#foolish gamers#philza#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#jack manifold#niki nihachu#tubbo#ranboo#quackity#charlie slimecicle#jschlatt#connoreatspants#michael mcchill
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hi! i saw that u we’re taking requests :) could i pls request a gn! reader fluff of hanging out after school with jonathan? sorry it’s not that specific 😭😭😭
YESSS PLS i love the idea. i feel like jonathan is for sure one of the guys that your inner-kid is safe around, so naps w jonathan instantly came to mind. hope you like! <3
no warnings!! just fluff <3
HANGING WITH JONATHAN AFTER SCHOOL
hanging out after school had become tradition ever since you’d been with jonathan. he first asked you, or tried to one day at school. he’d been so sweet, but easily tripped over his words. after a few attempts, you figured out what he was asking and eagerly accepted.
things weren’t as awkward now, though. it’d only been a few weeks since you started hanging out, but he made you feel so comfortable that you never really felt pressured to be anyone but you. jonathan loved that he could be the one to make you feel that way and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
jonathan ushered the two of you into his room, leaning against the door as he shut it. he smiled at you as you set your backpack down on his bed and did the same with his, by the door. he pushed himself off the door and walked towards you, arms already open. you hadn’t gotten to actually hug him all day and you could swear you almost forgot what he smelled like.
as soon as he embraced you, it hit you. hints of wood from workshop and jonathans cologne filled your nose. he placed a quick peck on the top of your head and just held the two of you there for a moment.
“i missed you today.” he finally said, just above a whisper. “i’m so glad you’re here.” as if i would rather be anywhere else, but your arms, byers. you thought to yourself. jonathan finally broke your embrace and turned his back to you, putting whatever record he had laying around onto his player.
“i missed you, too” you smiled at him as you walked over to his bed. you laid down, stretching out like a cat before you got comfy. “what are we doing today, love?” you felt his bed dip, as he crawled up to prop himself up next to you.
“i don’t know about you, but i was very much thinking about a nap.” you smiled up at him. he knew you loved taking naps after school with him. you’d always sleep just long enough to eat dinner before you had to be home.
“only if you don’t take up the whole bed this time, byers.” you warned. jonathan laid on his back and you cuddled into his side. his hand came up to play with your hair, gently moving in circles around your scalp. he was so gentle, so sweet. he made you feel at peace.
jonathan felt your head getting heavy on him, and internally panicked as he realized the blanket was at the foot of the bed. so he wouldn’t wake you, he pulled the covers up with his feet, pulling them back over the pair of you with his leg. you didn’t want to tell him because it was so sweet of him to do, but you had been awake enough to sit up if he needed you to. you knew he would have wanted to be not move you, anyway though. it was like the rule of not being able to move a cat off you lap if it had fallen asleep. to him, you just looked too precious to move.
soon enough, jonathan himself had fallen asleep. he would never admit to you, but he always set an alarm to wake you and make sure you were home when you needed to be. that’s just how sweet jonathan byers was. especially for you.
#jonathan byers fluff#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers#stranger things#steve harrington fluff#eddie munson fluff
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Come back
Summary:after a while Yn comes back.
Warnings:Cussing mentioning of violence
Implied black reader, anyone can read. This is a little oc(maybe a lot)
Yn sighs sitting down on the bed she use to sleep on. The bed held so many memories. The good and the bad.
After she left, she didn’t think she’d be back.
“Oh Yn! Your here!”
She looks over seeing her brother in law, Hanseo.
“Hey Hanseo. Yeah I’m back” Yn says with a sad smile
“You know he needs you” he says
“When doesn’t he” Yn says sighing
“Where’s Ama?” He asks looking around
Just then the one year old ran out the closet holding a shoe in her hand. He smiles opening his arms allowing the toddler to run into his arms
Hanseo was a better father and that wasn’t even his child.
“I should get home” Hanseo says after playing with Ama for an hour
“Please take her with you. I don’t want her to be here when we start fighting” Yn says
Hanseo nods grabbing the small child and her backpack taking his exit.
Soon after he left Yn could hear the door slamming and her husband, Jang Hanseok,walks in ever so slowly.
He smirks at the sight of Yn standing in the middle of the room
“Welcome back love. How was your vacation?” He asks slowly walking up to the women. She scoffs rolling her eyes
“It wasn’t a vacation. When we’re done here I’ll be going back” Yn says making the man laugh
“So you say? I’ll find you again. Then bring you back again” he says
Yn says nothing in response. She just goes and sits back on the bed. She knew it was true. He’d done it before. She’d done it before.
It was a cat and mouse game for the couple. Yn runs away, Junwoo leaves her alone for a while then when he decides it’s time for her to come home, he finds her, then brings her home. Again.
“You shouldn’t run away anyway. I’m where you need to be” he says unbuttoning his shirt
“Where I need to be is away from you! I run away to get away from you” Yn says
“You leave to prove a point. Yes I have some issues but you leaving me makes it no better” he says throwing his shirt somewhere on the floor.
“Some issue that you need to get help with. I’m not your personal therapist Hanseok” Yn says making the man turn around fast as lighting
“But your my wife! And your suppose to help me!” He says stalking closer to the women
“My help is never enough! I’ve done nothing but help you through this marriage! Ever think I, your WIFE, may need some help?” The women asks looking up at the man who was now towering over her
He said nothing. He just scoffed and walked off
“Exactly. Instead of helping me when I was In need you were out cheating” Yn mumbles
“I never cheated on you!” He shouts coming back into the room
“How many times did I have to wash lipstick, perfume and fucking glitter off your clothes! Huh?! You were out cheating while I was at home taking care of our family!” Yn shouts making the man sigh
“Where’s my daughter?” He asks
“Don’t worry about it, we won’t be staying for long” Yn says walking out the room
“Yn you can’t keep her from me!” He shouts following after her
“Why not?! It’s not like you care about us!”
“I fucking love you! I love you and my daughter! You don’t think it fucking hurts me when ever you pack up my daughter and run away with her?! I shouldn’t have to go look for my wife and child! They should be home with me every night!” He shouts
“Get your shit together and you can come home to us every night” Yn says walking away
Hanseok rushes over grabbing the women by her shoulders
“Yn,love just stop. Please. Where’s Ama? I just want to hold my daughter” he whispers
Just before Yn could answer Hanseo interrupts her by walking in
“Sorry I forgot my pho-“ he says as he locks eyes with his older brother
Hanseok clutches his jaw at the sight of his daughter in his little brothers arms
The small child smiles at the sight of her father
“Daddy!” She shouts jumping out of her uncles arms
“Hi princess! Daddy missed you” Hanseok says tickling her neck
Yn sighs looking over at Hanseo
“Sorry. I didn’t know he was back” Hanseo says
“It’s okay” Yn says offering a reassuring smile
“You can go now little brother. Ama is gonna stay here with me” Hanseok says making Yn sigh
“Are you sure?” Hanseo asks
“Don’t question me just do as I say” the man says glaring
“Yes of course my apologies. You have a good night” Hanseo says rushing out the door
Hanseok looks over at Yn clutching his jaw
“You had my dumbass brother take her?!” He asks
“Only for the night! What do you need my help for?” Yn asks
“You’ll see” he says
“Hurry up cause after this me and ama are leaving AGAIN!” Yn says
“What is your problem?! Why are you trying to take my daughter from me?” Hanseok asks putting down the small child
“Cause your dangerous Hanseok! Your not stable!” Yn says
“But you married me though” Hanseok says walking over to the women
“Yeah, cause I didn’t know you were like this” Yn says
“Ama needs me, I’m her father!”
“Well Ama’s father is a danger to her”
Hanseok looks taken aback hurt by what his wife just said to him
“What are you saying? I would never hurt my daughter” Hanseok says
“You already have! Because of you She’ll never grow up in an normal environment”
“No environment is normal Yn! There’s no right or wrong way to raise a child! Just stop being a fucking coward and stop running away!”
“I’m fucking scared of you Hanseok! Ever since your mother died you’ve changed! Your scary! Hanseok you’ve…you’ve killed people” Yn says whispering the last part
“To protect you Yn! Everything I do is for you and Ama! I’ll kill a thousand men before I let them take you and Ama from me!” Hanseok says grabbing the womens wrist bringing her closer to him
His eyes held anger.sadness. A tad bit of lust.
“Stop! Your hurting me!” Yn says making the man let go quickly
“Yn baby I’m sorry please just come here” Hanseok says sighing
Yn shakes her head picking up Ama who was playing with her toys, running towards the bedroom closing and lock the door.
“FUCK!” Hanseok shouts before he starts destroying things in the penthouse
Yn held Ama close to her chest humming soft nursery rhymes into her ear so she wouldn’t hear all the noise her father was making.
The next morning Yn woke up to the sun shinning through the window. She looked over at the small child who was still asleep with her butt in the airr.
Yn smiles before fixing her position and exiting the bedroom.
She stops as she sees Hanseok standing at the large window with a glass in his hand
“You should put a shirt on. You’ll catch a cold” Yn says hugging herself from the cold air
Hanseok sniffs before he opens his mouth and speak
“Yn. Do you still love me?” He asks before taking a sip from his cup
“It’s morning you shouldn’t be drinking” Yn says
“Answer the question”
His voice was stern. Yn sighs
“What makes you ask?” Yn asks
The man tilts his head back finishing the rest of hi drink before he throws the glass cup to the floor causing Yn to jump
“Would you…just answer the question?” He asks in a whisper
Yn sighs walking over to the broken glass pieces and picks them up. He follows right behind her pushing her hands away from the glass
Yn looks up at him ready to scold him but stops when she notices that his eyes are bloodshot red.
“Have you been up the whole night?” She asks
“I-I don’t want your fear to cover the love you have for me. I didn’t ask to be this way yn. I didn’t! If it was up to me I would be normal. I want to be a better husband to you and a better father to Ama. I want to change but i want you to see that I want this” he says standing up from the floor bringing the women with him
“Hanseok” was all she could say
“Yn please. Come back to me. I’ll change. Just please don’t leave me again. I want to wake up to you next to me every morning. I want get Ama dressed everyday. Just please come back home”
The man had never begged anyone for anything in his life. But for his wife he’d get on his hands and knees if that’s what it took to get her to come home.
“I’ll come back, but you have to change. You have to get help” Yn says
“I’ll do it! I’ll get help just please don’t leave anymore” he says wrapping one of his fingers around her soft faux locs.
“You promise?” Yn says
“I promise” he says holding out his pinky
Yn takes hers and locks it around his with a small smile. He returns the smile rubbing his thumb across her smooth brown cheeks
“I love you Yn. So much” he says leaning in to kissing her soft plump lips
“I love you too Hanseok”
Before anything else could be said the couple heard the small pitter patter of their daughters feet.
Ama came walking around the corner rubbing her eyes.
“Morning babygirl” Yn says
She looks at Yn before waving her small hand. She walks over to Hanseok putting her arms up wanting him to pick her up.
He chuckles before picking her up and holding her tight.
“Well everybody’s up, guess I’ll start breakfast” Yn says walking to the kitchen
Hanseok followed slowly behind her taking a seat at the dinningroom table. He watched as Yn cooked with a smile on his face.
It was a sight he missed seeing.
He played with Ama who just couldn’t stop giggling at him tickling.
Soon Yn was done cooking and sat plates in front of everybody.
This was all he wanted. To enjoy his family. He didn’t really care about Babel. He just wanted his family and he was close to getting them back.
All he had to do was change. And he was going to change
He was just glad his family came back home.
#ambw#ambw fic#black girls are beautiful#black reader#black reader insert#kpop#kpop poc#x black reader#x black!reader#kpop imagines#vincenzo
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we’ve all been so focused on noel, mischa, jane and that angry ginger gremlin that we forgot about ricky and constance
ricky how are your cats?
constance hows your brother?
first of all I am not a grem-
SHUT UP OCEAN YOU’VE HAD YOUR TURN.
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WOW that felt good. My brother is great. He actually started preschool this year and he’s so cute with his little backpack on, his little light-up sneakers, too cute
My cats are good as well. It’s hard not to be when you’ve got 14 cats, right? Like, I go home and sit down on the bed and oh shit 3 cats sorry guys!
#choir answers!#rtc#ride the cyclone#rtc musical#ride the cyclone musical#constance answers!!#ricky answers!
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