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hanichani · 9 months

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Gimme kith

Pairing: han x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, idol!au, friends to lovers

Summary: the four times hannie has asked for a kiss and the one time you give him what he wants

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sad ji, fluffyyy, lmk if i missed anything

Word count: 1,7k

a/n: i remember seeing this concept written on here before and I wanted to write my take on it because i'm a sucker for ji and f2l hehe

movie night rarely got wild since the boys were usually pretty tired after a whole week spent working but tonight, here you were, sitting in a circle with an empty soju bottle in the center. you, the boys and some of their significant others were piled in the living room of the 3racha + hyunjin dorm.

you had already drunk some bottles of soju and pretty much everyone in the room was tipsy and happy to have really anything happen. so when the bottle landed on you, and jisung dared you to kiss him, everyone was cheering and clapping. except for you.

don’t get me wrong, you were having the time of your life and you had no problem with kissing jisung but not in this setting. you knew you and jisung were more than friends and everyone around you could see it as well. you were very touchy with each other. told each other everything and when you or jisung were feeling like crumbling down, you always seeked each other’s presence. it meant a lot to you. and whenever he would ask you for kisses (which was a regular occurrence), you would get a whole zoo in your stomach. but you never said yes, never gave him what he asked for, it felt just a bit too official and you weren’t sure what it would do to your relationship.

oh and you sure as hell wouldn’t do it in front a room full of tipsy twenty something year olds. the teasing would never stop. so when you filled another shot glass with soju and poured it down your throat instead of kissing jisung, series of groans and complaints could be heard.

“oh come on! we all know you’re horny for each other. just get it over with!” seungmin exclaimed, throwing his hands around. his significant other, shot him a look and he grumbled under his breath.

“you wound me.” jisung said as he put a hand over his chest.

“oh come on, you already got multiple kisses tonight.” you argued.

it was true, there was a lot of kissing going on tonight due to the alcohol being consumed. and it did sting a little bit but it was a game. a game you couldn’t play if you took things personally.

“yea but they weren’t youuu.” he said in a sing-song tone.

“oh my god, get a room.” hyunjin, who had the most to drink that night and was currently draped over jeongin’s shoulders, whined loudly which caused the younger boy under him to cover his ears.

“oookay, moving on.” the leader spun the bottle again.

II.

you and han were sitting in the green room, waiting for the boys to go and start their performance. it was a big one and everyone was roaming the room, trying to prepare. you had an airpod in one of your ears but you could still hear jeongin and seungmin warming up with their loud voices. the boy sitting next to you was sporting the other headphone and you were seriously considering asking for it back. primarily because you just wanted to get a moment of piece and quiet with all the loud men in the room but also because han was skipping every song after 20 seconds of it playing.

“ooh, i love this one!” he exclaimed and changed his position on the couch, so his legs were now laying over yours.

“do you really? or are you just going to skip it again.” you rolled your eyes at the boy.

“stop bullying me.” he said and looked around, probably searching for someone he could complain to about you.

“you’re the one bullying me with skipping all the songs.” you exclaimed, slapping his shin lightly.

“OUCH!” he yelled out loudly.

“you are so dramatic, it’s insane.” you said but nevertheless, you still started rubbing the place you previously hit in an attempt to soothe it.

“okay we’re ready to go! come on boys.” a staff member announced to the chaotic idols.

you looked at han who was still pretending to be drowning in pain.

“stop it. it’s go time, squirrel boy.” you shoved his legs off your lap and stuck your hand out for him to give you the other airpod. he huffed and gave you the small device but instead of turning to go, he stopped in front of you. he leaned down so your faces were leveled.

“what?” you stared at him, confused.

“a kiss.” he puckered his lips.

you laughed and pushed his face away.

“come ooon, a good luck kiss.” he whined.

you looked at him, still laughing. you swear you had a tear running down your face from how amusing the boy in front of you was.

“you don’t need that, ji. you’ll do a great job regardless.” you said and patted his cheek.

he frowned. that was obviously not good enough for him but when the same staff member called out for him, visibly annoyed now, he huffed under his breath and shouted a quick.

“i’m coming!”

III.

jisung was splayed over your bed, the computer in front of him placed dangerously close to his face.

"what are you doing now?” you dropped onto the bed next to him which made him immediately turn the computer away from you.

you groaned, pulling your upper body over his so you could peek at the screen.

“it’s my house too, we created this together.” you placed your chin on his shoulder.

“you wouldn’t approve, you’re a hater.” he said and closed the laptop so you wouldn’t see the screen.

you and han decided to create little versions of yourselves in the sims game because of sheer boredom but now he wouldn’t reveal the changes he was making in your household.

“i’m the hater?” you exclaimed. “you won’t even let me see what you’re doing with my house.” you whined into his ear.

“our house.” he said and brought your hand to his hair. a silent plea for head pats.

you obeyed and started brushing your fingers through his hair.

it was silent after that and when you turned your head to look at him, you could see his eyes closed and relaxed. his lips were puckered in a small pout like they usually were when he got sleepy.

this was the perfect opportunity. your free hand quietly reached for the laptop and opened it.

the profiles of the sims on the screen were both colored in pink and both their statuses read “flirty”. the brightness from the screen made jisung open his eyes and when he saw that you had opened the laptop, he let out a high pitched screech.

“yah! you just tricked me.” he almost yelled.

“ji, why are they flirting. what did you make them do?” amused, you looked at his face that was now scrunched in annoyance.

he groaned before finally giving up. “i made them kiss.”

you let out a loud laugh, your face settling in the crook of his neck.

“you won’t give me kisses in real life!” he whined while pushing you off of him.

“i had to take measures into my own hands.” he said while turning over onto his back and covering his face with his hands.

“you’re such a baby, ji.” you continued laughing while he silently suffered next to you.

IV.

9.38pm ji: can you come over :(

9:40pm y/nn: why, everything okay?

9:40pm ji: dont know

9:41pm y/nn: okay, omw

9:42pm ji: bring cuddles

9:42pm ji: and kisses :)

9:45pm y/nn: you’re a menace

when you rang the bell at the dorm that same night, a fluffy looking jisung opened the door. he was wearing an oversized hoodie and he definitely just woke up from a much needed nap because his hair looked like a (fluffy) mess. you entered when he stood aside to let you in.

“everything okay, pretty boy?” you asked as you took your shoes off. you didn’t get a response so you turned to him, to see him looking like he’s on the verge of tears. you went to hug him and he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“lets go watch anime or something, okay? we can order some food, yea?” you asked as your arms hugged him closer to you. you felt him nod his head.

about an hour later, you were halfway through the third episode of an anime he picked. the empty food containers sat on his desk and jisung was cuddled up to you under the covers. his head was placed on your chest, your arms hugging his body. he looked so small, not physically. he looked like he had all the weight of the world on him and it was crushing him down to this tiny helpless looking boy. you didn’t like seeing him like this.

“ji?” you gave him a head pat.

“hm?” he hummed in response.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?”

he remained still for a few seconds and then he moved his head so it was next to yours. your body followed his, turning to the side. your faces millimeters apart.

“no, don’t think so.” he said, looking at your face as if he was counting any marks or freckles on it.

“okay.” you stayed quiet after that for a bit.

just laying in bed together, looking at each other. it was peaceful. you two communicating just through eye contact.

then you spoke up again. “is there anything i can do then?” you still felt the urge to help him, he was obviously going through something difficult and you didn’t know what else to do.

a small cheeky smile crept up onto his face. “i think a kiss could help.” he whispered.

you rolled your eyes but smiled back nonetheless. and then you leaned forward and gave him a peck.

his eyes instantly widened and he looked like just received the craziest news ever. you had to chuckle at the wide eyed quokka in front of you.

“no way.” he exhaled.

you broke into a laugh, moving to lay on your back.

“shut up, don’t say anything.” you said in between laughs.

he rolled over to his stomach and leaned over you. faces yet again inches apart.

“wasn’t planning on it.” he whispered as he connected your lips again, this time in a much longer and much more loving kiss.

another a/n: i may or may not have been playing sims 24/7 so that part was definitely not self indulgent!!! other than that, feel free to send me any thoughts or whatever hehe. i would love to interact with other stays!

#stray kids x reader #skz drabbles #han x reader #han jisung x reader #han fluff #han jisung fluff #han jisung x you #han x you #skz x y/n #skz fluff #jisung fluff #jisung x reader

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niningtori · 29 days

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see me | chapter four: together (final)

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after another failed relationship, you're ready to accept your fate as hopeless. choi beomgyu has other plans, though. or, beomgyu s your best friend's little brother and he's tired of you treating him like a kid.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au

word count: 3.4k (whoa)

notes: hi friends! happy easter to all who celebrate!! sorry this took me a bit to get out. i just love this story and this beomgyu so much i didn't want to rush it. i hope you're all satisfied with how this ends. see end of work for more notes :)

you're so out of it jia can't fucking take it anymore.

"hello? come back to earth, please," she says, waving her hand in front of your face. "are you ever gonna tell me what the fuck happened with doyoon?"

it's been a few days since your return from the beach. suffice it to say, one painfully awkward drive was spent with you trying not to openly stare at beomgyu and him focusing intently on the scenery outside.

you're actually a little surprised by her question. you genuinely haven't thought about your conversation with doyoon since you had it — you've simply been too preoccupied by the revelation that beomgyu has feelings for you.

"nothing much, really. he apologized to me and asked to get a drink sometime."

"what the fuck?! what did you say?!"

"i said no," you reply simply. she's quiet for a moment before her face contorts into a deep frown.

"why do i get the feeling that that's not what's bothering you so much?"

"because it's not," you admit with a sigh.

"then what is it? you've been weird ever since we got back."

you're torn for a while. how do you explain to your best friend that her kid brother is in love with you? or says he is, at least.

"... it's about beomgyu. he—"

"oh, so he finally told you, huh?" she interrupts with a knowing look and you're absolutely flabbergasted.

"t-told me what?" you try feigning ignorance. maybe she's got it wrong?

"that he's been in love with you ever since he first saw you."

"how the fuck did you know that?!" you ask incredulously.

"you're my best friend and he's my brother. i know you two too well," she shrugs.

"so you knew this whole time and didn't tell me?"

"well, to be honest, it was painfully obvious, but i didn't wanna embarrass either of you and it's, frankly, none of my business."

"i... wasn't he just drunk? i don't believe it…” you trail off.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, he can't really mean it. he doesn't know what he wants. he's just a kid and—"

"i'm going to stop you right there," she says sternly. "you may be oblivious, but don't you dare dismiss his feelings to make yourself feel comfortable. his feelings are real and he doesn't deserve to have you completely disregard them just because you can't face them." you flinch at her harshness.

"b-but he's never even hinted at it!"

"never even hinted at it, my ass. that boy was all over you," she snorts. "did you really not notice anything this past week?" your eyebrows knit in confusion as you think back to all of the times the boy (man?) had interacted with you. suddenly, the unassuming touches and glances beomgyu shared with you hit you at a mile a minute. oh god, he was flirting? he was, wasn't he? and you just ruffled his hair and called him cute.

but you're not done denying, denying, denying.

"i just don't understand. how could he like me when he's always with somebody new?"

"has it ever occurred to you that that's because he wants you to see him as a man and not the child you're so convinced he is?" you fall silent at this. no, it has never occurred to you, but now that she's said it, the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together in the most gut wrenching way.

"so he's been fucking around for years because he wants to prove something to me?"

"more or less, yeah." your head is spinning at this. so his feelings are sincere?

"i... i don't know what to say."

"i figured you wouldn't," she hums.

"what do i do?" you ask with a newfound sense of panic. this is real. beomgyu actually love, loves you.

"well, what do you want to do? it all depends on how you feel about him."

"to be honest, i've never seen him as anything other than a brother," you sigh.

"and what about now?"

"i... i don't know. i'm just confused," you whine, digging your face into your hands and slightly tugging on your hair. when you think of the kiss you two shared, your heart skips a beat and butterflies arise in your stomach. well, that's new.

"honestly, i'll consider that progress. it's better than being brother-zoned."

"jia!" you exclaim exasperatedly. "you're not helping. the boy i've thought of as a literal brother is in love with me and i've unknowingly treated him like shit for years."

"yes, but i know and he knows that you didn’t mean it. look, even if you don't like him at all, don't you think he deserves a proper rejection at the very least?"

"you're right," you relent. "you’re always right.”

“well, i know,” she muses. “but before you decide anything, i want you to think about who’s been by your side all these years. when you didn’t have anyone else, who could you count on?”

“i —” you begin.

“don’t answer yet. just think about it.” and think about it, you do.

the more time you’re left to think about what happened with him, the more confused you feel. beomgyu isn’t a child anymore, that much is clear, but does that mean you can undo the near decade of thinking of him as one? he’s handsome, sure, and that kiss nearly knocked you off of your feet, but can you really see him as a partner? as a man?

you’re not really sure. plus, what would happen if it didn’t work out? the choi’s are like family to you. they’re more of a family than your actual family ever was or ever will be. is it really worth gambling such an important piece of your heart for something that could easily end in heartbreak? but then, it’s broken, either way. can you really face the choi family again when you know beomgyu is in love with you and has been for such a long time? no, you can’t. not in good conscience. you’ve, intentionally or not, ignored beomgyu’s feelings for years now and you can’t ask him to bottle them back up for your own comfort.

you decide it's best to just talk to him.

beomgyu doesn’t think that this is a good idea at all, actually. but his friends told him that rotting in his bed and crying like he has been for the past few days is even worse. when they put it like that, it didn't seem right to refuse their suggestion to have a double date with yeonjun. even still, he told them he wasn't ready to see someone new, but they said he was never seeing you in the first place. that sure shut him up. either way, it would be casual and yeonjun just needs a friend for his date's friend.

his "date" is nice enough, but she seems to have not gotten the memo that he's here as a wingman and not much else. she's trying to draw his attention by not-so-discreetly placing her hand on his thigh. gross. he genuinely thought about pretending to have a stomachache to cut the date short, but yeonjun had the bright idea of inviting the girls over after dinner. so now, as he sits on the couch of his and yeonjun’s shared apartment, he prays for god to intervene and end his suffering.

a knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts. please, god, let it be the maintenance man telling them they have to evacuate because of a gas leak. he almost jumps out of his seat to get to the door first, but yeonjun is closer and he says he’ll get it. fuck. before he can catch a glimpse of the mystery person at the door, his date speaks again.

“gyu?” the girl asks tentatively.

“mmm?” he says, turning back around to face her.

“do you like me?” she says while, once again, putting her hand on his thigh. alright. enough is enough. usually, he would tell her to beat it and leave it at that, but ever since you told him he doesn’t treat girls the nicest, he’s decided he’ll try to be better. he takes her hand from his lap into his and opts to just be truthful.

“to be honest, i —”

“beomie?”

oh, he’d recognize that voice anywhere, even in his sleep. his head whips around almost comically fast and he unintentionally yanks his hand from his date's as he stands straight up.

“w-what are you doing here?” he asks, incredibly flustered.

you should say something, but your eyes can’t help but linger where his hand was joined with the hand of the very lovely girl sitting beside him, even after he’s pulled away. oh my god. you’re interrupting, aren’t you? he’s moved on, but you’re standing there like an idiot. you need to say something.

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to intrude,” you choke out. you don’t know why, but you feel like you’re about to cry. you feel so embarrassed. why did you even for a second think that this would play out any differently?

“everybody out,” beomgyu says firmly.

“what?” his date asks, genuinely in shock.

“i said, everybody else needs to get out of here. right now. besides you,” he says while gesturing to your pitiful frame.

“gyu, i live here,” yeonjun argues.

“out,” beomgyu repeats. yeonjun lifts his hands in surrender and leads the bewildered girls out of the apartment.

now it's just you and beomgyu.

after the door shuts, the silence is as unbearable as it is palpable. beomgyu is staring at you with the same intensity as he was the night he confessed to you. you feel so vulnerable — so seen — you honestly kind of wish you had just snuck out with everyone else.

“beomie, i’m so, so sorry. i didn’t mean to ruin your date. i can go, i just —”

“do you know what i've noticed about you?” he quietly interrupts. you’re so taken aback, you’re stunned into silence. he sighs before he continues. “the way you say things are okay when someone fucks you over. it’s okay to be mad at me, you know?”

“beomie, i’m not mad!” you insist. “you’re single, after all. i’m the one who —”

“i’m single, but i still told you i loved you a few days ago. why wouldn’t you be hurt?” once again, you’re left speechless at his maturity. when did he become more mature than you? or was he always this way, and you just never noticed?

“or is it that you just don’t care enough about me to be upset?” he's the one who looks small now and you worry you have the power to break him. he deserves an honest answer, so you think about how you felt when you saw his hand intertwined with that girl’s and your heart feels a nasty pang.

“i… i am upset,” you pause and process that ugly feeling. “really upset, actually. but not angry.”

“i’m sorry,” he says, not without conviction. “yeonjun needed a date for his date’s friend, and i planned on rejecting her, but i’m really sorry i hurt you.”

“... it’s alright,” you say carefully. “i understand. and i still think you don’t owe me anything, beomie.”

“but i want to owe you,” he says quietly.

“what do you mean?” you can’t help but ask.

“i want to owe you. i want to make it up to you, and i want you to make it up to me.” you think you understand what he means. he wants you to make it up to him for not seeing him as he truly is all these years, but you just can’t understand his thinking.

“why?” you ask softly.

“why would you ask when you already know why?” he answers quietly with a sad smile. because he loves you.

“but why? why do you like me? you could have anyone. i’m wishy washy, i’m insecure. i’m just a mess, beomie. and i don’t want you to waste your time with me.” you hate the way your voice shakes. you wish, for once in your life, that you could be brave enough to say what you need to say without hesitating. you feel as small as a child, and in front of beomgyu of all people. but the dynamic you’ve always thought you had is becoming more and more twisted as you realize you’ve been very, very wrong about him, and maybe about yourself, too. beomgyu is not some kid. his feelings are not so easily written off, and that becomes even clearer when he says his next words in a haste.

“don’t talk about yourself like that,” he says sharply, and his seriousness immediately derails your train of thought. “i’m not looking for anybody else. i… i don’t want anybody else. and i would never, ever feel like my time is wasted with you. every moment i spend with you is important to me.” you don’t mean for your eyes to get hot. truly, you don’t, but the boy’s words are so kind you’re unable to control yourself.

“you really love me?” you ask at the risk of seeming annoying. you just have to be sure.

“i do,” he says patiently. “i always have.” he isn’t sure what to make of you asking this. he has no hope now, but if it makes you feel better to hear him say he loves you a million times over, so be it. you’ve been hurt enough all your life, from your parents to your partners, if he’s able to comfort you even just a little bit, even if it’s never reciprocated, it’s enough for him. so he continues.

“i’m… i’ve always thought about how to say this, so i’m sorry if it’s just too much for you. if it is, then just stop me, okay?” you can’t help but nod. “i just have to say that, to me, you are the most beautiful person in the world. i’ve wanted to tell you that since i was 14. i know you’re sad and i know you’ve been hurt before, and i wish i could take it all away. i’ve always wished i could take it all away. i know you think you deserve everything that’s happened to you so far, but i want you to know that that's not true, and it kills me that you’ve ever felt that way. i love everything you say you hate about yourself, because you’re you. i know you want to change, and i want you to know that i see how hard you’re trying. those flaws that make you a mess, or however you put it, only make me love you more because i can see how hard you’ve worked to get where you are. and if you don’t love me, even if you never do, that’s… it's okay. i just want you to be happy. and if i can be selfish, i want to be the one who helps you get there.”

you don’t try to stifle your tears anymore. they are now flowing freely and your breath is heavy in your throat. he understands you. he sees you for everything that you are and were, and everything that you’re trying to be. has anyone ever made you feel this safe before? has anyone ever made you feel this loved and understood?

you think back to what jia asked. when you didn’t have anyone else, who could you count on? if you didn’t trust any man in the world, you could trust beomgyu. that’s just how it is. you realize, even from the first night you met him, you’ve always been relying on him, in a way. why else would you feel so comfortable telling him about your anxieties mere hours after you spoke to him for the first time?

things were one way then, but they could be different now. beomgyu loves you in a way that previously seemed inconceivable to you. what did you do to deserve this boy — this man? not a fucking thing, in your opinion, but now that you know how he really feels, is it possible to accept anything less than the love he is now presenting to you? maybe he’ll wake up one day and regret everything he’s said up until now, but you’re far too selfish to give up the heart he’s begging for you to take as your own.

you don’t know why, but you fling yourself into his arms, reminiscent of how you did all those years ago when he was just a teenage boy and you were just a heartbroken girl. he holds you like he did before, with an overwhelming sense of patience and security. he traces his hands lovingly up and down your back.

“okay. okay, i want to try. i can’t promise that i’ll be perfect, i can’t even promise to be good, but i’ll try, okay? you’re so, so good, beomie. and i'm sorry for not realizing it sooner.”

he pulls away from your embrace and your cheeks feel hot when you catch his heated gaze. he looks down at you and if his look wasn’t enough, his next words certainly are:

“can i kiss you?”

“yes, beomie,” you whisper.

"call me gyu," he says hoarsely. you gulp and pray he doesn't hear it.

he softly, reverently, pushes your stray hairs behind your ears and you realize he’s done so many times before. mainly when you were sad, but this time is… different. when his lips lock with yours, you're stunned into oblivion. there's so much fire behind it, but still, there’s a gentleness you’ve never known. as if he’s afraid of breaking you, he holds you like you’re a precious gem. usually, kisses are take take take from you, but he gives you so much love and care you feel like you’re floating. is this what love is supposed to feel like? so safe and so, so warm?

he parts from you far too soon for your liking. his breath is labored and his cheeks are flushed. you look at him in confusion.

“i-i’m sorry, i just can't. if we keep going, i won't be able to control myself. i'm gonna —”

“it's okay, gyu,” you whisper. “we can keep going.” he understands what you mean without you having to say anything more.

“are you sure?” he asks, just to be safe.

“i'm sure,” you answer without missing a beat. his lips curl up and he leads you to his bedroom, hand holding yours so tightly, it’s almost like he’s afraid to lose you.

the night is spent with beomgyu praising you like he’s never seen anything quite like you before. you feel his devotion with every passing moment and you can’t believe this is what you’ve been missing all these years. you’ve never felt so good, so cared for, in all your life. when you’re finished, and he’s cradling you in his arms, you’re both struggling to catch your breath. he looks at you like you hung the moon, but what you don’t know is that you’re starting look at him like that, too.

you’re so anxious. as you pull up to the choi’s family home in the passenger’s seat of beomgyu’s car, you can’t help but wring your hands together. this could be very good, or very, very bad. you can’t help but feel like you’re… betraying? the choi family by dating beomgyu. they’ve taken you in as family, but you’ve taken beomgyu as your own. do you regret that decision? well, you can’t say you do when beomgyu grabs your restless hands and comfortingly squeezes them before telling you “hey, it’s alright. don’t be nervous. i love you. they love you. everyone here loves you. just be yourself and i’ll take care of the rest, okay?”

“okay,” you say shyly. you and beomgyu have been working on your self esteem. it was pretty slow going at first, but you’ve been pushing through. now, after three months, you’re a lot better, but there’s still room for improvement. beomgyu is nothing if not patient, though. after all, he’s been waiting for 8 years. how could he not be? and so he patiently coaxes you out of the car and into the house.

you two find your way inside and are greeted by his parents, jia, and yijun. nobody bats an eye at you two walking in together — they just greet and hug you as per usual, but their smiles drop and their faces turn serious when beomgyu announces he has something to tell everyone.

“guys, uh, we have something to tell you all,” he says, lacing his fingers with yours, “we’re together now.” you could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room is. mrs. choi is the first to break the silence.

“h-how long? how long has this been going on?”

“three months,” he says cautiously. again, the room is silent.

“... only three? damn it!” mr. choi exclaims.

“i told you guys it hasn’t been very long,” jia sneers. “now pay up.” beomgyu’s parents grimace while pulling out their wallets and stuffing cash in jia’s hands.

“pleasure doing business with you,” she teases with a shit-eating grin.

“um, guys? what’s going on? i’m kind of pouring my heart out over here,” beomgyu says irritatedly.

“oh, honey. we know. we’ve known you liked her since she first stepped foot into our home. she was the only one who didn’t,” mrs. choi replies with a wave of her hand and your cheeks can’t help but heat up to an impossible degree. beomgyu finally pieces everything together while you’re still scrambling to understand what’s going on.

“oh my god, did you all make a bet to see how long it’d take for us to get together?!” beomgyu exclaims.

“more or less,” mr. choi says nonchalantly. realistically speaking, you and beomgyu should be angry, but all you two can do when you lock eyes with each other is laugh.

“so you’re okay with it?” you ask meekly.

“of course we are!” mrs. choi says. “we couldn’t ask for a better match for our boy. we were just waiting for you to see that, too.” you can’t help but feel your eyes go sour. you hug his parents and they rub your hair. why would you think they’d do anything other than accept you? they always have.

that night, after all the board games and movies and laughter, you go out for some fresh air. you aren’t surprised in the slightest to see beomgyu sitting on the back porch steps, almost as if he’s been waiting for you.

“there you are,” beomgyu says with a grin blooming on his face. you sit next to him, so close your thighs are touching. you lean your head against his shoulder and you sigh in contentment.

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks.

“not at all,” you smile, “but did everyone in the world know about us besides me?”

“pretty much, yeah,” he giggles and you playfully smack his chest. after your laughter dies down, beomgyu senses some hesitation from you. it feels like you want to say something to him.

“what is it?” he asks. you pull away from him and stare into his eyes. they look especially starry tonight.

“i have to tell you something,” you say, voice trembling slightly.

“mhm?” he nods.

“i think… actually, i know i love you, gyu. and i’m sorry it took me so long to get here, but i really do.” your eyes water when you see beomgyu’s doing the same. he looks so relieved, as if your words in particular are the ones he’s been waiting for all his life. and they are.

“i love you, too, if you haven’t guessed that already,” he says softly. “and i’d do everything all over again if it meant i’d get to be with you like this.” his eyes close and he leans in. you meet him halfway and press your lips together in a chaste kiss.

notes pt. 2: and that's it for them! i actually wrote a bit of smut for this, but i don't think it'll ever see the light of day i fear. as always, feedback is appreciated! i'd love to know what you all think :)

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redtaylorsversiongirlie · 10 months

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Omg so I’m currently obsessed with James but I’ve also been listening to ‘You are in Love’ by Taylor ofc, so I was wondering if you could do a fic based that, please and thank you! No rush ofc!❤️🥹

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.

❥ pairings: james potter x fem!reader

❥ summary: short story about you & james falling in love.

❥ warnings: muggle au, a tiny little bit smut

❥ word count: 1,2k

❥ a/n: based off you are in love by the music industry

you noticed james looking at you from the other side of the room as you engaged in a conversation with your friend remus who just happened to get married to his boyfriend sirius.

you locked your eyes with james as you asked, "who is that?"

remus looked to his friend's direction. "oh, that's my close friend, james." he glanced back at you. "i'm gonna be honest with you. he already asked me about you so i'm pretty sure he will ask you out soon."

"really?" you raised an eyebrow and smiled, making james blush.

"yeah. will you say yes?"

you turned to face him and shrugged. "maybe. is he nice?"

remus nodded. "the nicest person i've ever met. a heart of gold he has. don't tell that to sirius, though."

you smiled and mimicked locking your lips.

you are in love you are in love you are in love you are in love you are in love

it didn't take james more than a second to convince you to go on a date with him as you agreed as soon as he asked you.

you two spend an entire afternoon and evening together and it was getting close to midnight but none of you seemed to want this day to end.

talking to james was so easy. you completed each other. it felt like you two knew each other forever. you loved and hated feeling excited about seeing him again when the date you were on didn't even end yet.

not to mention the fact how beautiful he was. with his dark hair falling down his face over his eyes that gave you a look which made you blush and you only thanked that it was dark so he couldn't tease you.

"are you tired?" he asked when he stopped on the traffic lights. you glanced at the digital clock in his car. it was 11:51pm but you were nowhere near tired.

"no, not at all?" you answered. "you?"

he shook his head. "me neither. you want to grab a coffee?"

you looked at him as if he was crazy and chuckled. "coffee at midnight?"

he nodded. "why not?"

"okay. yeah, why not?"

james quickly found a late-night café nearby and got you two coffees. then, you enjoyed them underneath the night sky. the street lights reflected the chain on your neck.

"look up," he said and when you did, you could feel your shoulders brush. "that's ursa major constellation," he was pointing at the constellation that represented a great bear. "it was one of the forty-eight constellations listed by the second century ad astronomer ptolemy." his finger then pointed to another one. "and that's leo."

"are you interested in stars?" you question and he looked at you, staying quiet for a bit before chuckling and shaking his head.

"not much," he admitted. "but remus told me you do so i just tried to remember everything sirius told me about stars to impress you."

"well," you smiled up at him. "it did impress me."

when you got into his car and he drove you home, comfortable silence prevailed between you two. you could hear it, though.

you were going to fall in love.

you are in love you are in love you are in love you are in love you are in love

about a month and a half later, you spent the night at james's for the first time. i mean, you spend the night at his place already but this time it was different. you two made love.

you wanted to take things slowly at first but something clicked inside you the night before. you were so attracted to him. not only because of his appearance but because of his personality too. he was so lovely and, god, so bloody beautiful.

the morning after, you woke up in an empty bed. you looked around the room, eyebrows furrowed. you could smell something burnt. after you rubbed your eyes and stretched, you reached for a piece of clothing thrown on the floor and the memories of the night before came into your mind, making you bite your lip and blush. you put on james's white shirt and your underwear before making your way to the kitchen.

you found james sitting on one of the chairs by he table with his head in his hands.

worry was written all over your face as you walked over to him and squeezing his shoulder. "what's going on,?"

he looked up at you with puppy eyes and pointed at the kitchen counter. "wanted to make you toasts for breakfast and i burnt them."

"oh," you tried to stop yourself from laughing. he was so adorable. "well, that's okay, i can make them."

he nodded and as you wanted to go and make the toasts, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and brought you closer. you smiled and ran your hand through his hair, making it even messier as if that was even possible. flashbacks from last night appeared in front of your eyes. how you pulled at his hair when he went down on you and the whimpers he let out because of that.

you made enough toasts for both of you and you ate them in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. james held your hand and played with the ring on your finger.

after breakfast and a short make out session, you, unfortunately, had to get ready for work. james watched you getting undressed with a grin on his face that you rolled your eyes at with a smile.

"keep it," he said when you wanted to give him back his shirt.

"huh?"

"keep it. it looks so much better on you," he spoke before giving your cheek a kiss.

"you sure?"

"yeah, of course."

"okay," you breathed out and paused. "well, i have to go. . ."

"okay," james nodded. "i'll call you later, yeah?"

"yeah," you agreed. and with a last peck on his lips, you unwillingly left to work.

you are in love you are in love you are in love you are in love you are in love

three months into the relationship and you were happier than ever. james might seem a bit boyish but in reality he is the most mature boyfriend you've ever had. when you two fought, he wouldn't be rude to you, he wouldn't ignore you. instead of that, he would sit you down and you both would talk about how you felt.

but of course, you two wouldn't fight often. if there was anything bothering you, you learnt that it's best to talk about it rather than let it bubble inside of you and then explode, causing a fight.

there was a moment after a certain argument that you will hold close to your heart forever.

you two were lying in bed at james's place, not talking much for the entire evening. you had to admit it was your fault. you were a bit to stubborn to talk things through.

it could be a bit past midnight, about an hour since your and james's heads hit the pillows, when you felt his arm wrapping around your waist. you didn't pull away or anything like that. it was hours since you felt the warmth of his body.

you felt james's lips on the back of your head. you turned around to face him and touched his face. he leaned into your hand.

you heard him take a deep breath and then he said, "you're my best friend."

and you knew what it was.

he is in love.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter x reader #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter imagine #james potter smut

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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daddy issues

it was so wrong and so good to bring her to your place, and being fucked by her. it feels really fucking good.

pairings: scarlett johansson x reader

warnings: 18 MINORS DNI alcohol consumption, rough sex, strap-on (r receiving), rough kissing, slightly dark!scarlett, dirty talking, oral sex, and daddy issues.

notes: these photos aren’t mine, i just found them on twitter, and i’m absolutely OBSESSED. enjoy!!

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Your eyes have lingered on Scarlett most of the time. It's not like you could help it, how can she stand there and be this beautiful with her golden silk blonde hair that is sort of wavy yet so pleasant to see? You tap your index finger on your champagne glass, bringing the rim to your pinkish lips as you try to gaze at the surroundings instead. My, everything was beautiful. Scarlett has great creativity, especially when it comes to events. Every time there was a party in her new company, every piece of furniture – was organized and fresh, like brand new. She liked the brand new stuff, never old. You don't know why, but you find it neat of her.

When you looked back at her, she was staring at you from afar. Well shit, you thought to yourself and instead looked away, the embarrassment building up in your veins. You were incredibly foolish, letting yourself know that you could get away from staring. But in fact, she has caught you! My god, so irrational of you. And not even a minute later, she was approaching you with a smile – her cheeks reaching up to her eyes. You smiled back and unexpectedly, you received a warm embrace from her.

Your Daddy or Mommy issues are concerning.

She felt absolutely warm.

"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaims happily as she pulls away from your body, which is much to your dismay. Yet you aren't complaining like a little child. "I thought you were staying at your mom's today?"

"Oh well," you sighed, shaking your head. "Change of plans."

Did you shrug? That's stupid, why did you shrug? She must've thought you were coming off in a rude way, honestly, those aren't your intentions! Have you been thinking about this too much? Maybe, maybe...

Scarlett scratches the back of her head and stands a little closer to you, which makes your breath hitch. Although, it was pretty understandable since the crowd was thick. You look at the way she brings her whiskey glass to her mouth and asked, "Are you alone? I've been watching you and you seem... lonely."

"I didn't invite anyone else with me," you shrug politely. "I don't know, I only joined because well... I work for you."

"Sweetheart, if you are tired, then you could go back home, you know?"

The name sweetheart slips out of her mouth so easily that you barely catch it. It's almost like you want her to say it again until you think about her at night, not knowing what else to do other than slipping your fingers into your panties as you scream her name. But she doesn't know that, of course, she doesn't.

You give her a tight lip smile and shake your head once again, although you feel a little light-headed yourself. Perhaps you should go home, but you also wanted to keep talking to the older woman who's currently your boss.

"I'll have a couple more drinks."

She nods. "Have you eaten? I could bring you a plate, we could eat together."

You wouldn't oppose that. Of course, you won't. If Scarlett asks you to eat with her, you must eat with her. You can't back out from that.

You felt your throat tightening, just like the air that has been hallucinating you, as you stutter out: "S-Sure! Yes, why not? Um, yeah."

She only lets out a small laugh and brings you to the buffet area with her hand on your lower back, her mouth near your head.

You and Scarlett spent your time alone at the corner of the event, eating salads together as you talk about the previous school that you used to go to. She didn't know anything much about you, which was expected since you don't consider her your friend, but she seems merely interested in your stories. You didn't know that she could fully speak Russian, making her speak a few sentences to you as you find it very amusing to hear her speak in another language.

"That's what you get when you work for Marvel," she chuckles, sipping from her glass, which has to be her third by now. "You choose to not learn the language and say a few lines, I did. You could say that I was bored."

"Well, maybe you should start feeling bored so that you can learn a few more things." you manage to joke, making her laugh again. Without expecting anything, you felt her hand on your knee as she squeezes it gently, her eyes at the side of your head. You sit still, holding your breath as you count how long she'll put her hand there. She was close to kissing you, but you're also delusional for thinking such a thing as that. She's married, for Christ's sake.

"I'm glad I'm talking to you, everything feels so refreshing, you know? It's like you could see me as a person, and not some celebrity."

"At the end of the day we're all human," you say quietly, your fingers playing with your cold glass as you let the wetness coat the tips of your fingers. "And I find you as my boss and sort of a friend. I have a lot of respect for you."

"Is that so, Y/n?"

"Yep," you smiled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heating up with a pinkish color as you duck your head. "I'm sorry, it's just that–this is all new to me, we don't talk like this."

She only sighs, pulling her hand away, as she sits back on the couch. There was a moment of silence, letting the noise from the crowd ingrain you before she could even speak with such a hoarse voice.

"I'll take you home tonight."

"That wouldn't be necessary–"

"Please," she interrupts you with a plea, sounding almost upset that you almost oppose her idea. You bite your lower lip in response as she continues, "Let me take you home. It's at least what I could do for accompanying me tonight."

"I guess that wouldn't hurt, right?" there was no backing out. She does want to take you home, which makes you feel even more nervous – you could feel yourself sweating already.

She smiles kindly at you and nods.

"What would be a harm on that?"

—

"You don't have to bring me to my door," you chuckle, as the alcohol-intoxicated you slowly, rummaging your hand inside your bag to find your keys. Scarlett only walks near you and presses herself against the doorway, watching you become so stressed trying to find your apartment key. "S-sorry, I'm–"

"It's okay," she whispers hotly. "I'll wait."

After what seemed like hours, your face lit up as you held the key in your palm. You opened the door with victory as you walked inside, dropping your bag onto the couch. You notice that your apartment was a bit small so you whispered to your shoulder, "I'm sorry if it's a small house, I live on my own."

"I kind of thought you were living with your mother," she said while closing the door behind her, hearing it click. You wondered why she locked the door, was she staying here longer? Either way, you didn't seem to mind. You were tired and sleepy, so you poured yourself a cold glass of water, offering her one. "Would you like a glass?"

She only shakes her head as she flops herself on the couch, lying her head back on the cushion. Replying with a deeper voice, "No. But could you sit with me?"

"O-Of course."

You didn't waste any more time and sat down slowly beside her, feeling her hand on your back once again. She seemed so touchy tonight, but she was always touchy with everyone. You thought that maybe she was doing that with everyone else, so you weren't that sort of special, but her touch seems to be so different now. As if she's hazed and drunk, not knowing what she's doing. Perhaps she is drunk, which makes your heart feel a little heavier.

"Are you going home?" you asked curiously.

"Don't you want me to stay?" dare speak to me with that deep voice once again, I could possibly throw myself at you and let yourself fuck me hard.

"Yeah," you say as you grow tired. "I just–Well, it's very late. You have taken me home. There's only one bed in my house, I don't think I could offer you one."

Maybe you were saying this to push her away, to push these nonsensical feelings away so that you could act civil with her and not some teenager who has an infatuation over an older woman. This doesn't happen often, but you do have these issues that aren't confronting you much. And when you saw her wearing that suit tonight, you could only think that your Daddy issues are growing in you and not out of you.

You were fucked up.

"Can I ask you something?" she whispers out as she shuts her eyes, sighing with her chest heaving. You whimpered out quietly, giving an answer to her question. She whispers again, but this time, this made your cunt clench. "Have you ever thought about me being alone in your house?"

First of all, you don't know how to answer that. Second of all, why is she asking you this? It was random, completely out of your relationship with her, but you couldn't help but think: was she thinking about you? Was she interested in you? Fuck, you felt your heart swirling in your drunkenness.

"I–" you felt your breath hitched again, toying your fingertips. "Um, I... yes? I mean, I'm so sorry–I just have this crush on you and I think you know now and I feel terrible–"

You should've kept your mouth shut.

This lifted her head lift a little, as she was amused by your response, deciding that she should keep talking about this. She sat up, inching closer to you, as her arm is now around your shoulders. Now, you could feel her close. Now, you feel your issues are growing stronger.

Please don't let her notice.

"I'm–"

"Tell me more."

Your face has gone perplexed. "W-what?"

Scarlett leans to your face closer – but not ultimately close – and whispers again, "Tell me more. I want to know what's in your head."

"There's," you trail down your words, murmuring to yourself how foolish you are, as you looked away from her. You tried at least because she turned your head again with the hold on your chin. She's now looking at you, and you could feel yourself squirming from her touch. "Scarlett, do you think you should go home? I don't feel so well."

"I know you have a crush on me," she teases you lightly while thumbing your cheek, she thought how pleasant and soft your skin was. "It's obvious, doll. I know."

Well, at least you could've done it with more discreetness. Instead, she knows what a possible slut you are for her – and it's a little embarrassing to even think about it.

"I'm sorry," you whined, laying your head on her shoulder as you cried out, knowing that she'll probably never talk to you this way again. "God, I should've controlled it. I'm so fucking stupid."

She lifts your cheeks up and shakes her head, shushing you quietly, then you relax your weight on her hand as she replies with a deeper tone than you've last heard. "First of all, you aren't stupid. Never to me. Second of all, don't swear at me. I don't like that."

"I'm sorry," you say, swallowing down the saliva in your throat. "I'll never swear at you again."

"Good girl, baby. I only get to swear."

She's like making you a doll in her eyes, a good little pet that could be dragged around the street. But did you complain? No. why? Because you know you'd like her dragging you around and making you her personal slut. Whore. Tiny girl. She holds your biceps as she pulls you closer to her body, letting her hand pet your hair. She kisses your forehead feverishly, as if you're a secret, and nuzzles her forehead against yours. You lift your chin up and stare into her eyes, admiring the small wrinkles that were under her eyes, and without even thinking further – you pressed your lips on hers.

What the fuck was happening?

You winced in the kiss, you felt her nibbling on your lower lip, and you couldn't help but withdraw from her sensational lips as you finally realized what you'd done. Now, you've gone insane. You stood up and panted heavily, not looking into her eyes. You know that she wanted it too, or perhaps you're delusional again to think so. Or maybe she was kissing you back out because she was flattered, you don't know.

"I think you should leave."

"My little one..."

"No," you chuckled as you felt yourself crying from your sinful acts, shaking your head and holding onto the knob for your dear life. You manage to whisper out, "You're married. I don't–I wasn't thinking, I'm very sorry. It won't happen again, but you should leave."

Scarlett only stands and cups your face, bringing you closer but you fight her with it. You keep pulling yourself back but dear god, she was stronger with you, despite all those workouts for her role that seems to be complex. You whimpered when she grounded you on the spot, bringing her lips closer to your nose and whispering with a hiss, "I don't think you should tell me what to do."

"Excuse me?" you were flabbergasted. "This is my house!"

"Not with that tone I won't," she growls, pulling my ponytail to expose my neck. You were intoxicated by her, extremely in a compelling way. "I'm not leaving. Not until I fuck the shit out of you, not until you stop being a fucking brat. You let me in, didn't you? You knew what was bound to happen."

"You're hurting me!"

"Stay still or else I'll do something worse." you did not know she can be this... different. Maybe this is the reason why you never meet your heroes, she was so violent with her tone – especially the way she grabs your hair as if manhandling you. But your cunt says otherwise, your heart says otherwise. You want her to fuck you, to make you wide open until you only remember her fingers, her tongue, her dick, whatever else is there. Before you can speak, she pushes you back down on your couch as she spreads your legs wide open for her to easily grind her pelvis against yours, leaving you out of breath.

"You don't know how much I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you," she purrs on your neck, groping your left breast with force. You cry with the sensation that she was giving you, you were obsessed that you couldn't stop your hips from rolling upwards. "With your shoulders and those legs of yours, I could go on for hours about how much I wanted you. Now, I have you, and you're going to be mine tonight."

"Scarlett," you gasped for air, her thumb pressing hard against your covered nipple. "You have a husband! This is wrong..."

She shakes her head, smiling faintly at you. She was intoxicated by you, as much as you are to her. With her touching you like a brothel and her tongue flicking on your skin, it makes sense how incredibly aroused she was. And boy, you were too.

"It's not baby," she whispers, knowing that she was slightly manipulating you into giving yourself to her. "It's never wrong. We were meant to do this."

"You're mine," she said, pulling your silk black dress upwards, your pink laced panties on now in full exposition. "Say it. Say that you're mine."

You let out a loud whimper when she demands you to say it, and you should say it. Not because you want to please the older woman, but because you do belong to her – without any hesitation.

"I'm yours."

Slap!

"Really?" she asked with a sinful tone, a deep voice that shrills you until you're dead, and massages your bare thigh with her calloused hand. "You're mine, all fucking mine. I don't want you near anyone, or else I'll have to punish you... which is something you don't want to look forward to."

Before you could reply, she pulls down your panties, kissing your pelvis with a deep breath. She smells you, she kisses your pubic bone, and she touches your inner thighs – which is something so undeniably sexy that you have your legs wide open, a sopping wet cunt exposed for her touch. You feel the tip of her nose pressing against your clitoris while taking a small taste from your cunt, moaning at how delicious you were.

"Didn't know you were this wet," she chuckles deeply, igniting your skin. Scarlett gets even more desperate when she gives your folds a long lick, making your back arch. "Mmph, so delicious. Gonna eat you out so good, you'll be falling apart."

"Ungh," you covered your mouth, tears rolling down from your eyes – from the pleasure – as your hand grips the side of the couch, moaning in wanderlust. She flicks the tip of her tongue on your hole, teasing it slightly before she could push her fingers inside of you, and when you were expecting her fingers; she lifts herself up. You draw your eyes open and watch as she pulls down her pants, a strap bouncing in the air. You were utterly shocked, how can something so big be so engrossing? You don't even know if that would fit inside of you, and would it?"Wait!" you stopped her from pushing in when you felt the tip on your hole, biting your lip down as you could feel the irritation. "I'm–It's too big..."

"We'll make it fit, baby." she kisses your cheek in reassurance and finally pushes inside of you with a long groan, burying her head into your neck. She holds you down, pinning you almost as if she feels her cock around your wetness. She wants to feel your walls, how they would be tight around her, but she liked the idea of fucking you with her dildo. It's almost fascinating.

"God," she rolls her eyes in the back of her head, humping you with much force. "You're so fuckin' tight."

You wouldn't lie but, you're enjoying this moment. Sure, it was huge, but you know you'd take it. Of course, you have to take it. What else are you supposed to do? You clawed her back as you wanted her lips on you, but her head was tucked into your neck, and you could feel her warm breath against your skin – damped.

"Fuck me," you begged with a whine. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck–Agh!" Scarlett gives you shallow thrusts, almost bottoming in you, her mouth all over your chest. She continues to assault you until you are a screaming mess, the squelching noises coming from your cunt and her cock getting the woman into her climax, tightening her arms around you as she grumbles with a whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum–fuck you feel so good!"

She moves inside of you with more pace until her torso twitches, cracking a moan in your ear as she pours out her orgasm, rubbing your clit with her thumb as you come with her. Everything felt hot and sticky, which you didn't mind. But she has put her morals aside and continued to thrust inside of you, but at a slower pace, prolonging both of your orgasms. As soon as she is done, she flops on your chest and lets out a chuckle, a wheezy chuckle.

"Fuck man," she wipes her forehead with her arm as she sits back up, watching your chest heave. "That was the hottest thing we've done. But don't you dare fall asleep, we have more work to do."

You feel livid.

#natasha romanoff x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff x you #scarlett johansson x you #black widow x reader #a’s oneshots!#scarlett johansson fic

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Aizawa x class 1-A reader when he finds out reader is also doing vigilante work? I’ve always wondered how he would feels about that

Icl I feel like he would understand tbh like he was probably doing the exact same thing before his career took off. He has a very strong moral standpoint so I figure he would place justice above legality but hes still a teacher and would have to disapprove but he wouldn't be like angry??

I feel like this was portrayed in the anime but it's been a hot minute since I've watched it - what do you think? :D

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 <3

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Dark circles decorate your eyes as you sit slouched at the desk before class starts. Sleep had eluded you as you spent the night with your parents, helping them feed into their warped, self-indulgent sense of justice by doing vigilante work.

Usually, you'd consider yourself to be at a strong, good moral standpoint, focused on doing good by the people rather than focusing on legality and logistics. But to be quite honest, this self-righteous act of "freeing the people" is starting to become exhausting. It's actually getting on your nerves, really.

You love your parents, but they can be very, exhaustingly eccentric at times, and sometimes outright smug. It's absolutely infuriating. It's so difficult to watch that it hurts, and the more you think about it, the more bitter you begin to feel.

Or maybe this is just the exhaustion talking. Who knows?

It feels like you're just sacrificing little pieces of yourself at this point, giving your body and soul to some 'vigilante work' and your training to persue your career as a hero.

Aizawa is the first to notice the change in your attitude. He is the first to realise that you may be burning out, and he's the first to genuinely worry about you.

As your teacher, and considering the amount of security hazards your class has been subject to in the last year, Aizawa is well within his right to keep tabs on all of you and your home lives. He knows your secret.

After class ends, you're pulled aside by your teacher.

Part of you wants to cry. What is it this time? A failed test? Maybe a lecture on missed homework.

Apparently not. And judging by the look on his face, it's much more serious than a missed assignment. He looks... genuinely concerned, which is an expression you've gotten to see far too many times than you should have to. Wow, you think. The poor guy deserves a break.

"I know what you've been doing every other night, so don't bother trying to lie. I want to say that I'm proud you're taking your hero work so seriously, but don't you think you're overdoing it? Maybe even just a little? You're exhausting yourself, and pretty soon you're going to burn out. Did you even sleep last night?"

Oh, like he can talk about sleep and burnout of all things.

And really, he can. But the brewing bitterness and hostility inside of you is starting to bubble, and you can feel in the back of your throat that a breakdown is imminent. God, don't cry. Please, not now, of all times.

Shiny, salty tears start to collect at your waterline, and the tired teacher lets out a defeated sigh, placing his hand on your shoulder. It's an oddly comforting gesture, really.

"I-... I just want to help... My parents will go out with or without me- and they're not very experienced- so I just worry that if I'm not there, something will happen..."

"Look... The first part of helping is knowing how to best help yourself. Look after yourself, or you might not live long enough to see yourself become the hero you've always wanted to be... Youre a hero, not a martyr - the self sacrifice isn't necessary yet."

Wise words from a man who's seen it all.

He looks disappointed in you, at the very least, but there's a spark of pride in his eye for his tryhard students who do the best they can, and even if you don't see it yet, you will soon enough.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #mha #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha headcanons #mha fluff #aizawa x reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #aizawa x you #aizawa x y/n #platonic aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader fluff #dadzawa

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i was wondering if request were open if it is i would like to request for luxiem angst to fluff (separately) where the reader overworks themselves to the point where their mental & physical health r really bad then like luxiem steps in and like try to like stop u which leads to an argument then uh fluff u can add plot twists if u like !! ( im sorry if u dont understand 😭)

Only if ur request r open!! If not feel free to ignore!! - 🍡

hi 🍡!! nice to see you back here!!

| warnings: shu’s is a bit suggestive

As soon as Vox had come home, he saw you still working on that goddamn outfit.

See, you were Luca’s mama. You designed all his outfits, his hair, everything.

Right now, you were working on making him the scariest mafia boss this godforsaken world has seen.

But if you spend even a second longer working on that stupid outfit, he was going to rip you to pieces.

You deserve more than just sitting at your desk, sketching, sewing, and even knitting now and then.

And he was going to see it through that you did get more than that!

“Y/N, hey, lets go to bed, yeah? It’s midnight already, love,” he smiles at you with that charm, the one you can’t say no to.

However, tonight was different.

Tonight was dedicated to work.

“Love, come on… please?” Milord was practically begging by now.

And who were you to say no to this handsome devil?

When you (reluctantly) agreed, he scooped you up in his arms and practically threw you on the bed before laying his head on top of your stomach, finally basking in the peace surrounding you two.

Mysta frowned.

You’d been streaming over half of the day…

What has it been now..?

He checks the time on his phone.

Eleven hours.

Eleven hours you have spent staring into a screen and simply daring to dream.

Eleven hours you have spent narrating god knows what and making stupid commentary.

Well Mysta wasn’t having it!

Not only was it bad for you, it was bad for him to go this long without kisses.

Mysta texts you to come to the living room, saying he had something important to say and it couldn’t wait until after stream.

After a few minutes explaining to chat that ‘your food had arrived’ you made your way out into the living room.

“Yes, Mysta?”

“End stream.”

“Huh- what? Mysta, no. I have to keep going, they’re expecting me to.” You deject with a small smile, insisting that you had to keep going.

“Y/N, they don’t expect anything from you. You’re their entertainment, not their friend. And frankly, you’re my ____friend and I think I rank higher, hm?”

Ike couldn’t say much.

He was just as bad as you when it comes to this, but his own tendencies be damned.

He was going to make you take better care of yourself.

Was.

It wasn’t to be taken lightly.

He slowly opens your office door, looking at you hunched over your desk and taking notes about god knows what, your hands shaking and your mechanical pencil almost out of lead after having using it for over five hours straight.

As soon as he had caught your attention, without sharing any words, he swept you up into his arms and held you for what felt like forever, but in reality had only been a few minutes.

(oh god im running out of ideas)

Luca hated every second of this; he hated seeing you so overworked, hated seeing you stressed… he just hated it all.

So,

He did the only thing that made sense.

He offered his hand to you and gave you a charming grin.

"Wanna dance?"

You look at him, horrified.

“We are not dancing, Luca.”

The golden retriever-like man pouts, crossing his arms.

“Why not, baby?” He asks with a pout.

You look up from your computer and look at him with a small smile.

You were so tired and you were sure you looked awful but his sweet smile and puppy dog eyes got to you.

You take his hand.

"Well, you got me, now. I can't say no to you. But we're gonna get some food and I'm not changing into a dress."

The man beams, happy that he'd gotten his way.

And with that, Luca takes your hand and immediately brings you in for your first dance of the night.

It's slow, soft and romantic, and honestly, the two of you can't take your eyes off each other.

"I missed this, baby," he whispers.

Luca pulls you close to him as the two of you sway in place.

"Me too,” you whisper back.

You lay your head against his chest and feel your stress and exhaustion melt away.

This moment was worth everything.

"You're beautiful." He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

(i genuinely dont know what to put..😭)

Shu loves that you love work, but by God if you spend another minute at that desk he was going to go insane.

"You know I'm a simple man," he says. "all I need is a little food and a little sun, and the rest of my needs are met."

He's laying out the blanket for the afternoon.

"And if you keep this up, my food and sun time is going to be at night."

You sigh, stretching out your back. You'd been at your desk all day, trying to figure out the final parts of the puzzle to the latest quest you've been given.

The strong mafia boss himself had come to you, begging you to complete this mission and find his missing son, and the people were starting to get nervous as he had been missing for a few days.

"I'm sorry," you sigh. "I know I've been at this forever."

"It's been nearly two hours," Shu snarls.

"Sorry, sorry," you sigh. "I can tell it's getting on your nerves." You stand up and stretch out, then smile at him. "What should we do this afternoon?"

Shu's lips twitch and curl. "It's too late to go to the beach now," he says. "And honestly, the weather looks pretty bad. I was thinking, though," he smirks at you. "Since it's our first anniversary, and I was thinking, well," he motions to the blanket.

You immediately go red, lightly smacking his arm.

“Shu!”

He chuckles.

“Kidding, kidding.” He wraps his arms around you and holds you fast. "Seriously though," he murmurs. "Happy anniversary, babe."

You melt and smile, holding onto his face. "I love you."

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Haikyuu boys and periods headcanons.

Probably fem!reader as periods are constantly mentioned.

Characters: Kurō, Kenma, Bokuto, Daichi, Suna, Hinata.

First day of period:

Kuuro

He noticed almost inmediately that your period had come.

He arrived home and went straight into your living room, finding yoy sitting with your spine straight on the sofa, legs pressed together and slightly folded towards your chest so you could put a small pillow underneath them.

And just by that he knew, and he knew exactly what to do.

"Hey pretty, do you want to order some food for dinner?"

And when you looked at him with tired and slightly watered eyes he added "You get to choose tonight."

Kenma

You two had spent the entire afternoon playing videogames when kenma noticed that you were moving around, as if you were uncomfortable.

"My eyes are burning so much, I think if we continue I might go blind." You laughed setting your controller down. "I could keep on playing a few more hours, not gonna lie." He admitted.

Of course he could, you both knew that alredy. After a few seconds of silence, you asked him softly "Could you bring me a glass of water?" "Y/N you're closer to the door" Kenma remarked, lifting an eyebrow.

He was right, and you felt a bit guilty for insisting, but you really didn't want to stand up after three and a half hours of sitting just for some water and feel all the blood cascading down.

"Please? I really don't feel like standing up just now."

His look made you understand that he wasn't getting it, but after a quick glance at the calendar of his digital watch, his lips shut together and he stood up and left the room without hesitation.

It took him only a minute to be back with your drink, leaving it on you awaiting hands.

"Sorry, should have known before." He apologized turning his head away in shame. "Babe, periods are not maths. You can't exactly calculate them." You laughed.

Pre-Menstrual syndrom:

Bokuto (Tiredeness)

You hadn't done much all day, truth had to be said, which only added to the frustration you were feeling.

Tiredeness was weighing over you, making your actions clumsy. At least you had succesfully cooked lunch: spaguetti with tuna and zucchini.

"Babe, i'm home!" Your boyfriend anounced his arrival from the gym and soon appeared on the doorframe. "Hey, hi!" You wecomed him with a quick kiss. "Smells real good!" Bokuto cheerly said. "Do you wanna go for a walk along the river later? Someone at the gym told me it looks pretty at this time of the year." "Yeah sounds good. Just let me rest ten minutes after lunch please."

He agreed, giving you a lovely squeeze on the side. After lunch you both cuddled together on the sofa, your head on the lap of your boyfriend, curled on your side finally able to relax.

And even if you said you only needed a ten minute rest, with Bokkun's hand petting your head and a big jacket over your body, you couldn't help but fall asleep, forgetting the movie that was playing on the Tv.

Once you woke up (after what felt like hours), the light that crippled through the curtains was golden colored and your partner was no longer watching a film but a volleyball match.

"Oh god, what time is it?" You asked almost in a groan, incorporating yourselfand losing the warmth of the other body. "Almost seven and a half I think. You okay babe? Are you feeling ill?" "Oh no, I'm sorry." You apologized, remembering the plan he had suggested. "Tomorrow I promise we'll go on that walk. I don't know what happened today, I was just so tired."

"Oh it's fine! I once heard the moon can afect people in weird ways." His smile made you chuckle.

You didn't want to explain him that yes, the moon actually affected women periods, so you just kissed his cheek and cuddled onto his side a bit more.

Daichi (Mood swings)

Daichi had left that morning for work and, apparently, had taken your luck of the day with him.

A vase fell on the floor and broke into pieces, your lunch had got burnt and stained your favourite shirt, when you woke up you were feeling energized and motivated, but now frustration was crippling inside of you in a not very healthy way.

Daichi arrived (good thing!), you discovered you had run out of your favourite vanilla vegan yoghurt (bad thing!( and almost broke the door of the fridge when closing it.

"Are you okay honey?" "Perfectly fine." You answered kinda rudly.

Why were you mad? You had no idea, but you weren't gonna contradict your on-edge nerves.

Without yoghurt to have, you opted for a peanut butter toast. Nothing could go wrong. Right.

Well, not exactly.

You had your sourdough bread toasted, with a thick layer of delicious, crunchy PB. One moment it was inches from your mouth, the next it was face down on the floor.

You looked at it on disbelief. And then, letting out a pained cry and lifting your hands, you exclaimed out loud "I, am not dealing with this! Not today, not now!"

Daichi, who had appeared on the doorframe asked you once again "Honey, is everything okay?" "No! Of course not!" You raised your voice, tears prickling over the edges of your eyes and voice getting higher.

"Hey, hey y/n, what's wrong?" He asked rapidly approaching you, holding your shoulders to stabilize you.

"Nothing! Well, everything?! Just today, today's an awfull day. I ruined a vase and my shirt, and the toast fell and I ran out of yoghurt and I'm tired and bloated..." You kept talking and 'nothing' turned intho a full mountain of problems.

"Okay honey, first of all, you do not look bloated or bad today. In fact, I think your skin and hair look shinier and healthier than usual. Second, I'm gonna clean this little mes, then i'm gonna cook a delicious nourishing dinner while you take a shower and after that I'll shower you in compliments and affection 'til you feel better. Deal?"

"It might take a while to boost my mood today." You warned him, but Daichi just held your face firmly with both hands and kissed your forehead adoringly. "Well, we have all eternity together for it so."

Cramps

Suna

Insuferable pain in your stomach area, like being stabbed by thousands of little knives, had been the only thing you had been feeling the past hour.

And that, combined with headaches and combined with nausea, had got you in an awful mood.

There was no one to blame, but you couldn't help but direct your rage to whateverwas close to you, be that a pillow, your phone or your boyfriend.

He, who had just been out training, came home loudly wxclaiming "Babe, I'm home!" Though you didn't answer.

So, you heard him search for you all over the house, feet quick and worried. "Babe? You okay?" He asked finally coming through the bedroom door.

"Shut up, please just, don't." You begged, voice weak with pain.

You heard him breath deeply, maybe getting what was happening to you due to your curled up body or yur too many clothes on top of you. You felt the bed shifting down under his weigh, and his big hand tracing the side of your body lovingly.

"Y/N" his voice was a mere whisper. "Do you need anything? Can I do something? Bring a heatpad?" "Oh, yes please." Suddenly you were so grateful to him that you were no longer angry, just in pain.

When, after a few minutes Suna came back bringing your adored heating bliss, you held his hand with teary eyes. "Can you stay with me a bit? I'm sorry."

"Of course my girl, just ask for whatever you need." You seriously had the best boy with you.

You moved to make place for Suna on the bed, and he laid with you there, hugging your body carefully and bringing some more warmth.

Suna placed his hands on your upper thighs, looking at you for confirmation. Once you nodded he started massaging your sore muscles with soothing circles, his voice low and comforting until you fell asleep.

Headaches/Dizziness

Hinata

Not having anything to do that afternoon, you accepted to go watch your boyfriend and his teammates durign practice.

It was almost entertaining to watch a froup of twenty-something y.o. men, running and shouting.

However, the practice court soon turned into a very noisy place to be, at least for you today, as you were feeling kinda oversensitive.

Luckily, after an hour or two, Hinata (an orange-sweaty-mess out of breath) trotted to the place where you were resting.

"Hey babe, have you seen my drink? Y'know, big green bottle." "I saw it this morning on the kitchen counter. Did you take it?"

He thought about it silently for a few seconds, and then he muttered "Oh damn".

"Shoyo, you dummie." You laughed. "It's fine, I'll go get a new drink to the small shop next street. Do you want anything else?" "Not for me. And don't ask the boys, they're too greedy." He joked, earning a smile and an eye-rolling from you.

But, once you stood up, your vision clouded and your head spinned dangerously.

The floor went up, and the ceiling went down, and you had to hold on to whatever was the closest to you (the metal fence).

¨Baby? Y/N you okay?¨ Shoyo asked, frightened for your sudden unstability. "Oh, damn, yes sorry, just a little bit light-headed" "Why? Why so? Are you sick?" He kept asking worriedly, lightly touching the skin of your wrist, which helped to ground you.

"No, no Sho,. I'm fine, for sure. Probably my blood pressure is a bit low, or maybe it's because of the iron in my blood..." You murmured.

"You need to eat." He resolved, too serious to be contradicted.

"Maybe you're right. I'll get some coffee on the way to the store." "No way, you're getting more than just a caffeinated drink. Coach always says if we're feeling dizzy, the best is something salty. Wouldn't it be better if I went to the store and got you a tamago-sandwich?"

"Oh Sho, it's fine! I promise i'll go get a sandwich or a salty croissant, and be back here in no time. You all won't even notice I was gone for ten minutes."

In the end Shoyo was right, and after a drink and a snack, feeling more grounded you even felt yourself energized enough to help the team pick up the material and clean up a bit (though they barely let you lift the broom).

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14 DOFLAMINGO (If that how you spell his name)

Do You Want Some Hot Chocolate - Doflamingo 🎃

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"I'm tired." Doflamingo complained when he got home, slumping on the couch. You knew it was probably exhausting to be a warlord, but he hadn't even done much work that day. He went to the store for god's sake.

"Oh, stop complaining." you called from the kitchen, rolling your eyes. "I was the one who had to work all day." It was true. You spent most of your day negotiating with Marines and praying that you wouldn't get thrown in Impel Down. Dating a warlord and being a wanted pirate wasn't looking very good on you.

"Well, you didn't get caught now, did you?"

You walked into the living room with two mugs and sighed. "No, I didn't."

"See! You're fine. You stop complaining."

You laughed and sat next to him on the couch, holding out a mug to him. "Do you want some hot chocolate? Made it myself."

He shot up with a smile and took the mug from you. "Yes please!"

You both took a sip and smiled. You could make a mean hot chocolate, that was for sure.

"Damn, babe, this is good." Doflamingo said, placing his cup on the table and taking yours to do the same.

"Thanks." you said, even though it came out more like a sad, tired sob.

Doflamingo didn't have to say anything, he just scooped you up in his arms and pressed kisses all over your face.

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Always The Babysitter - Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers

Author:@harringtonstilinski Characters: Steve Harrington x Olivia Henderson(OC) (eventually) Word Count: 3,008 Warnings: lil' bit of angst, lil' bit of fluff, not proofread Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! Another rewrite series is upon us!! I'm so excited for y'all to read this one, and I hope y'all are just as excited!! If you are, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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November 6, 1983. A normal fall night in Hawkins, Indiana. A Sunday night spent in the basement at my little brother’s best friend’s house. My brother is Dustin Henderson. His best friend is Mike Wheeler. They’re both here with their other best friends, Will Byers and Lucas Sinclair.

I’m Olivia Henderson, and I do not want to be here. You see, Mike has an older sister named Nancy. She and I used to be the best of friends… before she started dating my other best friend, but we’ll get to that later.

“Something is coming,” Mike said. “Something hungry for blood. A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness. It is almost here.”

I watched as all four boys playing a board game called Dungeons and Dragons, or D&D for short. They were all so immersed, I seriously think they all thought I left.

“What is it?” Will asked, almost excitedly.

I smiled at him, so happy to see him excited and happy about something, even if it was just a board game. He’d been through so much with his parents splitting and fighting all the time.

“What if it’s the Demogorgon?” Dustin asked.

I stood up from where I sat on the couch, moving towards the group.

“Oh, Jesus. We’re so screwed if it’s the Demogorgon.”

“It’s not the Demogorgon,” Lucas said, completely sure of his answer.

“It’s definitely the Demogorgon,” I whispered, face scrunched.

“Shut up, Liv,” Dustin said.

Slamming a gaming piece on the board, Mike said, “An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!”

Lucas pointed at the board like he was right as my brother said, “Troglodytes?” with a smile on his face.

“Told ya,” Lucas chuckled.

Mike went serious as the rest of the group chuckled a little. “Wait a minute.”

I walked slowly around the table, as Mike thought for a moment. “Something is coming. Something hungry for blood.”

“Did you hear that?” Mike said, looking to his left. “That… that sound? Boom… boom… BOOM!” He slammed his hands on the table, the other three young boys jumping a little in their chairs.

“That didn’t come from the troglodytes,” I whispered, now standing behind Dustin. “That… that came from something else.”

Slamming another gaming piece on the board, Mike yelled, “The Demogorgon!”

The boys groaned as I chuckled.

“We’re in deep shit,” Dustin said, to which I smacked his hat off his head.

“Will, your action!” Mike said.

“I don’t know,” the young Byers boy exclaimed.

“Fireball him!” Lucas exclaimed.

“I’d have to roll a 13 or higher!”

Looking at Will, Dustin said, “It’s too risky. Cast a Protection spell.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” Lucas said. “Fireball him!”

“Cast Protection.”

Slamming his hands on the table yet again, Mike exclaimed, “The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you. Boom!”

“Fireball him!” Lucas said.

“Another stomp! Boom!”

“Cast Protection!” Dustin said.

Looking up at me, Will asked, “Liv, what should I do?”

Shrugging, I answered, “I say cast Protection, but Fireballing sounds fun.”

“He roars in anger!” Mike yelled.

Everyone at the table started talking over each other before Will decided to roll the dice and yell out, “Fireball!” as the dice flew across the table and onto the floor.

The four of them quickly got up and started looking for the dice, wanting to see what numbers Will rolled. Dustin paced while saying, “Oh, my god,” over and over again.

“Mike!” Mrs. Wheeler yelled.

“Mom, we’re in the middle of a campaign!” the middle Wheeler said.

“You mean the end? Fifteen after.”

I looked at my watch with wide eyes, mouth agape after a second. “Shit. Dustin, we gotta go.”

“Why do we have to go?” Will asked.

“Because it’s a school night, Will,” I said, putting my jacket on. I looked at Dustin, watching as he put on his jacket as Will said, “Does a seven count?”

“Did Mike see it?” Lucas asked. “Then it doesn’t count.”

Not totally understanding the meaning behind that, I said, “Come on, boys. I can bring you back over next weekend for another 2 hour game.”

“It was 10,” Dustin said, picking up a box of pizza.

“You been playing for ten hours?”

Ignoring my question, my brother said, “Anyone want this?”

“No,” Will and Lucas said.

“Liv?”

I looked at the ceiling, thinking for a minute. “See if Nance wants it.”

“I thought you were mad at her,” Lucas said.

“Mad? No. Upset? Yes.”

“What’s the–”

“Don’t get involved,” Dustin said. “It’s complicated. Come on, Liv.”

Dustin and I walked up the stairs, and I immediately wished I hadn’t because what I heard made me want to rip my own ears off.

“Yeah, he’s cute,” Nancy said. “Barb, no. I don’t think so.”

Dustin waved at her, trying to get her attention. “Hey, Nancy. There’s a slice left if you want it. Sausage and pepperoni!”

I watched as Nancy rolled her eyes and told Barb to hold on before putting the phone down and walking over to her bedroom door… closing it in our faces.

“Do not let her bother you,” I said, the two of us walking down the stairs and to the garage door. “She’s just being a bitch.”

“There’s something wrong with your sister,” Dustin said as I closed the door behind us.

“What are you talking about?” Mike asked.

Will, Lucas, Dustin and myself all got on our bikes as Dustin said, “She’s got a stick up her butt.”

“Yeah. It’s because she’s been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington,” Lucas said.

“Watch it, Sinclair,” I said.

“Yeah, don’t talk about Steve like that around Olivia,” Dustin defended. “Douche Bag was her best friend before Nance came along and she started becoming a real jerk.”

“She’s always been a real jerk,” Mike and I answered.

“She used to be cool. Like that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder Tree campaign.”

“That was me,” I said, riding off with two of the younger boys. I stopped pedaling when I heard Will say, “It was a seven. The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me. See ya tomorrow.”

As soon as Will met me at the end of the driveway, I pedaled behind him after waving bye to Mike. When we made it to Lucas' house, he turned to us and said, “Goodnight, ladies and Liv!”

“Kiss your mom ‘night for me,” Dustin teased. He looked at Will and said, “Race back to our place? Winner gets a comic.”

“Any comic?” Will asked.

“Yeah.”

My chuckle turned into a laugh as Will started pedaling faster towards mine and Dustin’s house. Unintentionally, Dustin yelled, “I’m gonna kill you!”

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will yelled, passing by our mailbox.

Dustin stopped, putting his feet flat on the ground. “Son of a bitch.”

I stopped beside Dustin, laughing, as I heard our mom yell out, “Livvie! Phone call!”

“I really wish she would stop calling me Livvie.”

Dustin chuckled as we made our way up the driveway, parking our bikes before heading inside, where I took my phone call in my bedroom.

“Yeah, hello?”

“Did you do the homework for Click’s class?”

“Hello to you, too.”

“Did you?”

I sighed, and hung my head. “Yes. But I’m not doing it for you?” I heard yelling on the other end of line. “Go before you get even more trouble for something you probably didn’t do.”

~~~

Since our mom works part time, she lets me take her car to school… but not on this Monday morning. I didn’t mind riding my bike, though. It was good exercise. When the boys and I made it to the high school, I stopped my bike and put it on the bike rack before bidding Lucas, Dustin and Mike a good day at school.

Right as I started walking up the school doors, I watched as Nancy Wheeler did the same. We smiled at each other a little, almost walking together like we used to. She went to say something before her friend Barbra Holland walked up.

“So, did he call?” Barb asked.

“Did who call?” I asked, acting oblivious. I knew exactly who she was talking about.

“Keep your voice down,” Nancy said, almost whining in her tone.

“Did he?” Barb inquired.

“Okay, someone has to fill me in,” I said.

“Barb, I told you, it’s not like that,” Nancy said. “Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just…” Nancy stopped at her locker, as did I. Our lockers were next to each other. “Made out a couple times.”

Barb mimicked her as I poked my head from behind Nancy, and said, “Will one of you please quit ignoring me and tell me who the hell she’s talking about?”

“Nance, seriously, you’re gonna be so cool now, it’s ridiculous,” Barb said.

“No, I’m not,” Nancy said.

“Hey, Olivia,” a random girl said.

“Hey, queen Liv,” another girl said.

I sighed, and closed my eyes. “Really wish they wouldn’t call me that.”

“Why?” Barb asked. “Because you got the nickname by association with Steve and now you two aren’t friends anymore?”

I held a finger out to her. “We never said we weren’t friends anymore. We just… drifted apart, is all. Happens all the time.” I looked at the back of Nancy’s head, gesturing to the younger girl. “Back to the task at hand.”

“You better still hang out with us, that’s all I’m saying,” Barb said.

“Us?”

“Yes. Us. I’m declaring you two friends again. But, Nance, if you become friends with Tommy H. and Carol–”

“Gross,” I mumbled.

“It was a one-time– two-time thing,” Nancy said, opening her locker.

I chuckled as Nancy put stuff in her locker before she grabbed a piece of paper in handwriting that I knew all too well.

Barb and I looked at each other before we said in unison, “You were saying?”

Nancy put the note back in her locker before closing it. She turned to face me, asking with her eyes if I’d meet her at the bathroom, to which I nodded my head and silently told her yes.

The only thing I heard before she walked out of the bathroom was the words to study in a stern, but almost playful voice by Nancy. When Steve opened the door a couple minutes after Nancy walked out, he and I locked eyes.

“I really hope you’re being careful with her,” I said. “She doesn’t need to have the reputation like all of your other cohorts. She isn’t like that.”

“Liv, I’m not–”

“You better not be. Don’t forget, I know where you sleep.”

He smiled a little, knowing I was right. I guess he decided to have some weird lame-ass comeback ‘cause he said, “Clothes get a little darker there, Henderson?”

When he looked over my head, I realized why he said that. Tommy H. and Carol.

“Yeah, well, I’d rather dress in dark clothing than dress like the ultimate geek,” I said. Turning to face Tommy H and Carol, I really didn’t want to waste my breath on them, so I just rolled my eyes and walked away.

“That’s right,” Carol said. “Walk away.”

Turning to walk backwards, I said, “Hey, Carol. Why don’t you stop being a bitch? Maybe then you wouldn’t have to beg for friendships from people that dress like nerds.” I walked straight to class, not thinking about them for the rest of the morning.

~~~

Third period. Not my favorite, but then again it was my favorite because that meant that lunch was next and all I wanted was to sit on the hood of Steve’s car and eat my lunch without him knowing.

When the Principal and Chief Hopper showed up at the door, knocking on it, my nerves went up about 100%. My first thought was Dustin, that something had happened to him. When the Principal called my name and had me follow the Chief to the Middle School, I kept quiet, not wanting to ask too many questions.

When we got to the AV room and I saw that Dustin was perfectly okay, I sighed in relief, hugging him when they entered the hall. The four of us followed Hopper to the Principal’s office, who joked that he never thought he’d see me in his office again.

Once the boys and I were sitting down on the couch, Hopper started asking his questions, and the boys started talking over each other.

“One at a time, alright?” Hopper said. He looked at Mike and asked, “You said he takes what?” “Mirkwood,” Mike answered.

“Mirkwood?”

“Yeah.”

Turning to Officer Callahan, Hopper asked, “Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?”

“I have not,” Callahan answered. “Sounds made up to me.” “No, it’s from Lord of the Rings,” Lucas said.

“Well, The Hobbit,” Dustin corrected.

“Here we go,” I sighed.

As Lucas and Dustin started their bickering, Hopper leaned forward saying, “What did I just say? One at a damn time.” Looking at Mike again, he said, “You.”

“Mirkwood, it’s a real road,” Mike said, before looking up at me.

I sighed and said, “It’s just the name that’s made up. It’s where Cornwallis and Kerley meet.”

Leaning back, Hopper said, “Yeah, alright, I think I know that–”

“We can show you, if you want,” Mike said.

“I said that I know it!”

“We can help.”

As the boys agreed, Hopper disagreed. “After school, you are all to go home. Immediately.” He looked at me and continued, “Make sure they don’t go biking around looking for their friend. No investigating, no nonsense. This isn’t some Lord of the Rings book.”

“The Hobbit,” Dustin said.

“Dustin, shut the hell up,” I said.

As the boys bickered, once again, Hopper looked at me and asked, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Inescapably clear.”

He stood up and looked at the boys, asking, “Do I make myself… clear?”

Once they all agreed, we were let go and Hopper walked me back to the high school, where his car was parked.

Before I walked back into the building, I turned and said, “Hey, Hop?”

He looked at me, pointedly, telling me to correct myself.

I sighed. “Chief.”

At his look of almost relaxation, I asked, “Do you think Will’s in danger or do you think something happened to him?”

He sighed, brushing his hand over his face. “I don’t know, kid. If he went home and then vanished, maybe his dad–”

“That piece of shit wouldn’t come back for his son,” I said, almost angry.

Hop sighed again. “Look, I’m just not sure. I’ll keep you updated. Get back to class.”

~~~

I looked at my phone, confused, as it rang. I picked the receiver, putting the earpiece to my ear. “Hello?”

“Can you come help me study?”

I sighed into the mouthpiece. “Nance. There’s a curfew in place because of Will missing.”

“Please?”

“Nance, I can’t. I can’t break the curfew.”

She sighed on her end. “You used to sneak out all the time.”

“Yeah. With Steve because we were both little shits,” I chuckled. I sighed, thinking it over for a moment. “Okay. I’ll come over–”

“Nevermind,” she said. “Steve’s here.”

“Don’t get caught,” I said, hanging up the phone. Dustin burst through my door a few seconds later, jacket and backpack on. “What are you doing and where are you going?”

“Looking for Will. You’re coming.”

~~~

Neither boy gave me a chance to try and explain why I didn’t want to go out looking for Will, but alas! Here I am. In the cold. Standing the barriers the police put up. Nice.

Getting off my bike, I mumbled, “You three are going to get me into some deep shit with the police.”

“Like you haven’t been in enough trouble with them already,” Lucas mumbled back.

“Watch it, Sinclair.”

“You feel that?” Dustin asked, a few seconds after a low rumble came from the sky.

I felt a raindrop on the top of my head, so I put my jacket’s hood on to protect my hair.

“I think maybe we should go back.”

“For once, I agree,” I said.

“No,” Mike said. “We’re not going back. Just stay close.” He and Lucas started going under the barrier while Dustin and I looked at each other, deciding that since we were both here and bound to get in trouble, we might as well just follow the other two.

I’m following three 12 year olds? Gross.

“Just stay on Channel Six. Don’t do anything stupid,” Mike continued.

The four of us started our hike into the woods in the torrential downpour happening, yelling out Will’s name, in the hope that he’d answer back.

“Will!” I yelled. “This isn’t funny! WILL!”

“I’ve got your X-Men 134!” Dustin yelled. “I really think we should turn back.”

“Seriously, Dustin?” Lucas said. “You wanna be a baby, then go home already!”

I walked up to Lucas and grabbed his jacket, pulling him back. “Would you quit being a damn bully? Look, we’re all scared! Dustin’s just not that great at hiding it. We’re going to stay searching for Will, even though Hopper told us to stay at home.”

“Did you ever think Will went missing ‘cause he ran into something bad?” Dustin asked. “And we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons, or anything?” “Dustin, shut up,” Mike said, more calmly than Lucas.

“I’m just saying, does that seem smart to you?”

Putting his hand back to stop my brother in his tracks, Mike said, “Shut up, shut up.”

That’s when I heard rustling and went to stand in front of the three pre-teens. We all turned to our left, not seeing anything. We, then, turned to our right, seeing what looked like a little boy in a yellow shirt, drenched in the rain.

Upon further inspection, the little boy turned out to be a little girl, and my big sister instinct kicked in like crazy.

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Hello there!!! May I request a suuuper fluffy piece for Gareth? Maybe where you’ve been friends since you were little, and you both love each other but think the other doesn’t (so cliche I know but it makes my heart happy) and the hellfire boys are tired of it so they do their best to get y’all together and adorable-ness ensues? If possible, thank you so much!! 💕💕💕

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"So close! Try again!" You giggled as Gareth missed for what had to be the 100th time.

It was lunch, and Gareth had been trying to throw a tater-tot in your mouth the entire time. The rest of the table was audibly groaning, and Mike had a very readable look of disgust on his face.

"Are you sure they're not dating and just very, very bad at hiding it?" Dustin whispered to Eddie.

"Sadly, I'm sure. "

"Are we gonna do anything about it?" Lucas questioned.

"Please do something, I don't think I can watch this for much longer without vomiting," Mike muttered.

"You're right. Freshmen, it's time to get the childhood best friends together once and for all." Eddie smirked.

“God they’re such a cliché,”

~~~~~~~

The boys spent the rest of the week trying to get you and Gareth together, like sticking notes in you or Gareth’s lockers (turns out you two already did that) and saying it was from the other or making comments whenever Gareth called you a pet name.

“What's up buttercup?”

“Buttercup? Doesn’t that sound like something a boyfriend would call a girlfriend?”

“Shut up Lucas.”

It got to the point where Eddie even got your friends outside of Hellfire involved.

“Look, Y/n, all I’m saying is I see the way he looks at you. And c’mon, he calls you stuff like “Honeysuckle” and “Lovebug” Isn’t it obvious?”

“Since when have you been one to play matchmaker Alex?”

“Whatever. Just saying.”

None of their tactics were working, so by the end of the week, the boys devised a much more straightforward plan.

~~~~~~~

You worked at the local arcade, right next to family video.

Just before your shift ended, a familiar boy ran in, out of breath.

"Wheeler? Did you run all the way here?" You chuckled.

"L/n! Uhh, yes actually. Last minute change. There's a hellfire campaign starting tonight that we need you to sub for because Lucas had a last-minute basketball thing. It starts at 8 pm." Mike practically wheezed, still out of breath.

" ’Kay, I’ll be there. But you realize you could've just called right-?"

"...Shit."

~~~~~~~~~

You walked up to the clubroom, only to see a giddy Eddie, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas waiting outside the room.

"Hi! Are we supposed to go into the clubroom or..?" You questioned, feeling as though something was off.

"It's a common tradition that the Dungeon Master enters the room last." Dustin quickly explained.

"Well, then why are you guys out here-?"

"Eddie gets lonely out here," Lucas said, patting Eddie on the shoulder. "So we wait with him."

"Yep," Eddie said through gritted teeth.

"Lucas? Wait if you're here who am I subbing for?"

"Just get in the room." Mike practically screamed, before pushing you in.

You stumbled into the room, which as far as you knew was not set up for a DnD game. There were light candles, dim lighting, rose petals sprinkled on the table and floor, and... Gareth.

"Helloo?" You awkwardly asked more than said, which made Gareth jump.

"Oh hey!" he waved before his eyes widened. "I-I see how this might look, and I promise I didn't set any of this up. Mike shoved me in here and locked the door. I mean we're just best friends! Nothing romantic." Gareth quickly explained, his voice uneasy.

“Oh yeah. O-of course.”

Soon you heard the door click and realized you’d both been locked in.

“ L/n, Gareth has something to tell you. Something verryyy important.” Eddie shouted, emphasizing the word very.

You quickly turned to Gareth, whose face was bright red. “I-I don’t know what Eddie’s talking about.” He stuttered out before practically running to the door and banging on it.

"What the fuck are you doing Munson?"

“Sorry Gareth, this doors not unlocking until you tell L/n what's been bugging youuu.” Eddie said in a sing-song tone. “Oh, and I'm sure L/n'll have something pleasant to say about it. Now I’m taking the freshmen for a drive, by the time we get back you better have told each other what you need to.”

Gareth groaned and fell against the door as you both heard footsteps walking away. There were a few minutes of comfortable silence as you walked around the clubroom and Gareth just sat by the door with his head in his hands.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, your heart was beating a mile a minute. You and Gareth had been best friends since you were both six when he was trying to skateboard and nearly crashed into you while you were biking.

“Watch it, nerd!”

“Sorry, princess.”

“I’m not a princess, nerd.”

“Oh yeah? Then what are you and why are you riding a pretty pink bike?”

“I’m Y/n L/n. And this is a hand-me-down from my sister.”

“ I’m Gareth Emerson. I got this skateboard for Christmas.”

"Well you need to keep practicing buddy."

"I bet I'm better than you!"

"Let me see the skateboard, nerd."

You couldn't help but smile to yourself while thinking of the day you two met, and other childhood memories. When you skipped school to goof off at the arcade, all the sleepovers, or that one time you slipped down a muddy trench during an especially rainy spring and Gareth found you in the pouring rain and helped you home. You figured that was the day you fell in love. Your parents didn’t even notice you were gone.

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You'd been zoned out for who knows how long, trapped in the clubroom for even longer.

“Helllooo? Princess?” Gareth’s voice was soft, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Augh, I told you to stop calling me that.” You rolled your eyes.

“Did you even hear what I said?”

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I asked why your smile is so pretty,” he said matter of factly like there was no doubt about it.

“W-what?” You stuttered, his sudden complement catching you off guard.

“Why is your smile so pretty?” Gareth tilted his head like a dog while giving you puppy dog eyes. God that man was the human embodiment of a golden retriever.

The most you could do was shrug before burying your head in your hands, afraid you were blushing.

“I’m sorry.” Gareth’s voice was barely a whisper, so quiet you were surprised you even heard it.

You looked up to see Gareth shaking his head, looking away from you and off to the side.

“Sorry for what?”

“Everything.”

You frowned and walked over to him, sitting down beside him.

“Well, what’s everything?”

“All this.” He motioned to the room. “Promise?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Promise what?”

“You’ll still want to be my friend after this? After the shocking news I'm about to reveal?”

You giggled and nodded. “I’ll never not want to be your friend Gareth Emerson. Promise”

“Okay, good cause I’ve like… had the biggest crush on you since we were eight.” When the words were out of his mouth, Gareth brace himself as if he was expecting something catastrophic to happen, or you to slap him.

Instead, you smiled and cupped his face in your hands.

“Can I kiss you?”

Gareth nodded, his face turning a light shade of pink.

You softly pressed your lips against his, and he moved you closer.

Close. This was as close as you'd ever gotten. And as close as you wanted to be, yet still not enough.

Gareth pulled away, a big goofy grin on his face.

“Well, you have me beat Emerson.” You giggled.

“Hm?”

“I think I’ve had a crush on you since the trench incident which was when we were…” you trailed off, trying to remember the exact age.

“Ten.” Gareth quickly finished the sentence for you.

“Yeah, yeah ten.”

“So that means I win by two years.” He smugly declared.

You rolled your eyes with a grin and shook your head.

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Gareth acted like he was thinking about it for a moment. “Sorry, lap privileges are reserved for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He teased.

You pouted, crossing your arms.

“I could be your girlfriend.”

“I’d love that.”

“...Can I sit in your lap now?”

Gareth chuckled, before patting his lap and putting his arms out. “Come here honeysuckle.”

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Tears, Laughter, Sorrow.

corny, pero wla ako mapost e wla akong no choice last march pa 'to sa drafts CW: Angst? mostly none, corny writing, i hate writing esp since i cant think of anything good/this is why i dont post anymore ffs Spoilers for Lantern Rite '23, not sure if i mention anything but yk its just to be safe A/N: i love school, but i went from rank 1 to rank 3 and i absolutely hate everything and everyone im going to cry sorry for not posting anything recently(and ever), and as usual, English isn't my first language, so please don't have any high hopes for this piece. I might go back to completing the Slowly series but im not feeling well since i last went on here to write a serious fic Read utc!

*:･ﾟ✧ Zhongli *:･ﾟ✧ "Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" You pause, thinking on an answer to your friend's question. "The latter. Liyue's downfall won't happen for another thousand years, I doubt that any of you would be attending my funeral any time soon." Your friend tears up at the thought. "Right... yeah probably right." "I'm kidding of course! An endless time loop would keep me stressed, I'd rather have you by my side." ... "I'm... relieved? Hey listen, it's getting late, you should be getting home. I'll see you tomorrow." It was unlikely for your friend to suggest to leave this early, but you don't mind, as long as you see them again tomorrow. Then again, it was too tiring to walk home just right now, maybe you could walk around the harbor, after all, you and your friend have been playing by the docks all day, without anything better to do. "I should be getting home back to Zhongli." you mutter. Although cold, the air in Liyue would always smell of various floral scents, specifically the Glaze Lily. You hated Glaze Lilies. There wasn't one word in the dictionary that could describe how much you loathe these cyan-petal, night-blooming lilies as much as you possibly could. Well, truth be told, you hated the person Zhongli associates with these blooms, and it drives you insane. Guizhong, Zhongli's late friend before the Archon War, used to be so close to him. He would return late from his ventures with his friend in tow that he forgets to come home to you every single time. You couldn't really argue with the reasoning he has, since he is more of your superior rather than a lover. It's been so long since he spent time with you without reminiscing about Guizhong, probably a little over your 429th birthday. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention you were old? The more Zhongli leaves you to mourn Guizhong's day of death on your day of birth, you resort to laughter every time he comes home instead. The false joy of seeing him return home after a mournful day which he marks Guizhong's passing, your laughter behind the façade you show for your lover. "How's Guizhong been? Any response yet?" you muse. "I prefer you not adding salt to my wound." "Oh yeah, you guys ended on rather good terms, it would be a shame if I were to slander her in front of her good friend." The statement always seems to make Zhongli seethe with fury, and it looks like he's had enough of your insults and remarks. "A true shame you did not get to know her, or were you busy burning away your lifetime serving false gods?" "You know well better than to bring my past stature into this conversation." It pains you to think about your past, when your parents sold you off to a minor god for wealth, leaving you to rot in the god's hands. "I'm tired, I do not wish to make this into a heated argument. Go to bed." ... "I honestly wish it was you instead of Guizhong, I miss her dearly." That was what made this memory painful, it was what made you cry in the eve, and sob in the morn. In the end, when you were asked the same question years ago, immortality seemed like a dream, now turned into a living nightmare. You only wish to awake from this horrible dream, again, and again, and again. "So... Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" The question that would mark another day of the loop, spent in misery and sorrow. The days you've spent celebrating your birth over, and over again. "Happy 7,329th birthday, to me."

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Rowena spent a month in temporary accommodation. It wasn't that she didn't like living with the others, but it was a constant reminder of what had happened. Emma and Shaan were moving out anyway - together, which wasn't a surprise.

The staff had been helpful in setting her up in an apartment in her birth city. Perhaps it was a stupid move, a sentimental move, but it was the only place she truly knew and liked.

The flat was small and the landlord was a dick, but it was in a good location, high up overlooking a small district of cafes and charity shops.

She'd got a job in one of the coffee shops a couple of streets away. The other employees were friendly enough, even if they did look at her weirdly when they thought she couldn't see. But they never asked what happened.

Rowena spent the rest of her time drinking or rebuilding her strength, turning half of her apartment into a makeshift gym. Bur doing push-ups wasn't enough to reassure herself that she would be able to win in a fight.

...

Paz took a deep breath as he paid the entry fee to the fighting pit. It had been two years since Rowena had left. A whole year after she should have returned.

He'd pieced together some of the pieces. Some of it he'd suspected years ago, though he'd never told her his theories. But trying to find a hitman (hitwoman?) was not easy. There were only whispers, the odd post on some dark-web forum, brief news stories about businessmen who ended up dead.

It was a whisper that had brought him here. A tale about a girl who was raking in money at some grimy underworld fighting pit. Paz just hoped he was wrong.

The stadium was packed, sweat and blood filling the air, mingling with screams and loud bets. Paz pushed through the tightly packed bodies, the spectators too engrossed in the fight at hand to give him a second glance.

It was obvious the fight had been going on for a while. Both people in the ring were panting, covered in bruises and dried blood as they circled each other, fists half raised. Paz's heart sank.

Her hair was shorter and there was a gauntness to her face that hadn't been there the last time he'd seen her - but it was her.

...

Rowena was tired. And sore. This was her third opponent of the night, and the fight had gone on for almost ten minutes. Time to finish this up.

She dodged as the man lunged forward with a sloppy jab, bringing her shin up into his stomach. He grunted, stumbling back. From there it was easy: cross, hook, uppercut, and he was down.

Cheers and groans erupted from the crowd as money exchanged hands. The ringmaster stepped forward, holding Rowena's arm up as he paraded her around the grimy ring.

"Anyone else want to try their luck against tonight's champion?" he shouted over the din, when someone in the crowd caught Rowena's eye.

"Shit," she muttered. "I'm done. Get some fresh meat in here, I'll take my money in a minute." The ringmaster didn't bother hiding his scowl but let her go, quickly beckoning two more men into the ring.

...

Rowena was in the corner taking the bloody tape off her knuckles when Paz found her.

"Rowena?"

"Hello Paz." She didn't look at him. He exhaled heavily.

"What- Jesus, Ro. What the hell? Hello? That's it? It's been two years." Paz hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected to feel angry.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know - 'oh my god, Paz, I've been looking for you', or 'sorry I left you with no information', or 'I missed you'. What happened?"

"Is that it?" Finally Rowena looked at him, eyes hard. "Hi Paz, I missed you, sorry I was forced to leave. Are we done? Good." She turned away again, pulling on a plaid shirt.

"No, that's-" he took a deep breath, his voice softer. "That's not what I meant. What happened to you? Where have you been?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes!"

"Why? Why does it matter so much to you? Why do I-" Rowena's voice hitched in her throat.

"Because you're my friend, Rowena. Because you're funny and strong and brave. I've spent months looking for you. When you didn't come back I was so scared you were dead. And then I find you in an illegal fucking fighting pit and it's like you don't even want to know me..."

Rowena's fingers twitched though she stayed still. "I thought it would be easier." Paz struggled to hear her over the din, but he could still make out the strain in her voice.

"That what would be easier?" he pushed.

"Everything. I only ever put you in danger."

"I can look after myself, Ro." She laughed; a cold, dry chuckle. "Just because you're some assassin that I'm completely helpless? I'm not a child." Rowena tensed as he mentioned being an assassin and spun to face him. Now it was Paz's turn to laugh. "Yeah, I worked it out. Not so fucking stupid after all."

"You know jack shit about me. About what I had to do to protect you." Her words were like venom in her mouth. "And now you have the nerve to tell me I'm cruel?"

"For the record I never said you were being cruel - but even if I had, you've killed people-"

"It's not like I had a choice, Paz."

"Bullshit! Everyone can choose to do the right thing."

"I tried." Paz rolled his eyes and Rowena stepped towards him, hands balled into fists. "No. Don't roll your fucking eyes. Because when I said no Marcus threatened you. Told me how he'd make me watch as he cut bits off of you."

Paz almost stopped breathing, but Rowena wasn't done. She turned around, pulling her shirt down to reveal the scars that ran down her back.

"I got these because I was friends with you. Because I dared to have a single friend." She turned back to face him and he noticed her tears were wet with tears. "So don't tell me I had a choice or that you can take care of yourself or that I'm the cruel one."

She stared at him for a second before grabbing her things and storming off, grabbing the stack of notes the ringmaster had left for her.

Paz just felt numb. She was right. He didn't know anything about her. His best friend of nine years and he had no idea who she was. You know she's funny. That she's strong and brave and that she got hurt to protect you.

The smell of blood and sweat drifted after him out of the fighting pit as Paz ran after Rowena.

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hello! for your redacted matchup!

some basic things about me is that i'm just an intj-t and a reserved person and have a lot of difficulty opening up to someone. i also am the stubborn type, trying to solve my problems alone and head on with no breaks. it does lead to a lot of issues where people think i'm too hyper-independent, but we ball and we vibe!

as for your whimsical questions (that i adore btw):

i adore long video essays on youtube! usually about books, drama and social issues around the world. mainly because it's cool to hear about how different people perceive the same piece of media!

i spent most of my life hating my name, so you'd have to put me on gun point to change it. that being said, there was a point in time i wanted to change to something similar to my current name so people can pronounce it easier.

the recent avior video is definitely one of my top fives now! i also adore sam and aviors' healing videos, vega's first video with warden and all of vincent's videos where he gets to act like a dork.

i hope i don't get crucified for this but i really can't see the appeal in lasko. he's too jittery and jumpy and i'm way too impatient to deal with someone like that. i'd still want him as a friend, thought.

as for who i am attracted too platonically, all of the DAMN boys, milo, asher and vincent! they're all too best friend shaped for me.

oh god, when i get tired, i tend to ramble about how people annoy me. i'll be shit talking people in my sleep and i think that's funny!

my go to gas station is circle k and i'd usually get either coffee or a peach quencher!

my favourite playlist rn is my darlin' playlist because it's filled with nostalgic songs for me! (a lot of 90a and early 2000s rap and rnb)

ooooh, my guilty pleasure media would have to be redacted audios! i'm a very basic person when it comes to my media choices so this is literally the "weirdest" thing i listen too!

thank you sososo much for having this event open! do take your time and don't feel pressured to have all of these done! i love you and i hope you have a good day! 💞💞💞

Your INTJ-T (the Turbulent Architect) nature gives me fun Aaron vibes- not that I’d necessarily pair you with Aaron but that you remind me of him… and you know what you and Aaron could use? A cute, bubbly pizza Guy.

The beauty in yours and Guy’s relationship would be the lovely, charming ways you contrast; where you might be introverted and stubborn, Guy is extroverted and open- maybe a little opposites attract sort of thing? He seems the type who could easily draw you out of your shell and become, if not your rock, your safe, happy space.

Also, I think Guy would be so tickled pink to hear you be sleepy and grumpy and gripe about the people who irritate you. He’d love laying next to you and encouraging your mumbling, probably recording silly, nonsensical snippets of it for when he misses you. Guy’d think it’s so cute and sweet how garrulous you can be when it’s just the two of you, and he’d be so proud that he is granted the privilege of experiencing you that way.

Song:

Some people want diamond rings/ Some just want everything/ But everything means nothing/ If I ain't got you, you, you

You just know, without a doubt, that Guy would be a sucker for a good, nostalgic, shower jam, and is there any better than this? It’s classic, it’s simple, it’s cheesy as hell, and Guy absolutely sings it off-key in the car, knowing you’d never skip the track and throw him off his groove when he’s having fun.

Runner-ups:

Leaning more into comparisons than contrasts, I definitely considered David and Aaron for you. David, who is also independent and stubborn, would make himself very available as a rock and foundation for you; he is incredibly dependable, which is very attractive in a partner. Aaron strikes me as having the same MBTI as you, as being similar in that way that would make you fast friends.

Note: I am having a fantastic day, thank you ❣️ I hope you are as well and that this, god willing, made it just a touch better 💖

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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Ch. 2

♥ Pairing: Kumi Hirayama x Kazutora Hanemiya (Eventual) & Ran Haitani x Kumi Hirayama x Rindou Haitani

♥ OC summary: Kumi thinks she understands love. Her relationship with Ran Haitani is exciting, thrilling, full of luxury, and occasionally, a little bit frightening. But as her relationship takes a turn, testing her so called love, she meets Kazutora at her brother-in-laws pet shop. A boy who challenges her definition of love and self-worth.

♥ Tags: @luka-ali

♥ Story Warnings: 18+ Sexual Content; Themes of Manipulations; Dubious Consent; Unrequited love; Gang Violence;

♥ Chapter Warnings: 18+; Smut; Fingering; Exhibitionism; Choking; Public; Penetration;

♥ wc: 3k

♥ a.n: Kumi is slowly becoming one of my favorite ocs ever. Enjoy!

Something smelled really good.

Kumi had decided to return to her own apartment when Ran inevitably had to return to work. The hours that he had spent with her were amazing. He woke her up with sweet kisses and a dozen roses as an apology for leaving her. They'd drank the most expensive wine. He'd kissed every inch of her body and the sex was hours of pleasure.

She had plenty of marks on her skin as proof of how much he loved her.

Kicking off her shoes, Kumi had expected to find her annoying older sister in the kitchen, ready to lecture her about something stupid, no doubt. But instead, it was him... the boy from the pet shop with the unforgettable golden eyes.

"Kana didn't tell you, did she?" Kazutora asked, noting the way that his new roommate looked at him like an intruder. He was a little uncomfortable with the entire situation. Of course, he was grateful to Kana and Chifuyu for being so generous and helping him adjust to life outside prison, but moving in with her little sister was...

Difficult.

He disliked how much she'd affected him after meeting one time. Kana trusted him a lot more than he trusted himself.

Ah, so that's what all those missed calls were about. "I don't answer her calls when I'm with-" She caught herself. Never... when with Ran. Kumi had kept her relationship with him a secret for various reasons. "...my friends."

Golden irises flickered to the hickey on her neck. What a horrible liar. "Do all your friends leave marks on your neck?" Clearly, she was taken, which meant he had absolutely no right to look at her with intent. She was just so pretty.

Oh shit. He'd definitely pissed her off.

"Fuck you. Why are you in my apartment, cooking a meal like you live here." Kumi wanted to storm off, like she always did. But who the fuck storms off in their own home with a stranger inside? A very handsome... very fuckable, stranger... but still a stranger. The girl hadn't had such strong physical attraction to anyone since Ran.

He was her everything. Gorgeous. Sweet. Loving. A god in bed.

Somehow, Kumi imagined that Kazutora would be the gentle type.

Kazutora had nearly burned his rolled egg, too occupied with stealing glances of her. "There was a problem with my place. Kana offered... insisted, that I take her old bedroom for the time being." Living with a beautiful girl, who was also taken by another guy... nothing sounded more miserable. But he'd needed a place to stay.

"Of course, she did. She doesn't live here. She can't just make decisions for me." Kumi frowned. Giving her sister a piece of her mind would only be a big headache. Kana treated her like a child, incapable of making any decisions. She was much too tired to deal with any of it.

As the quiet fell between them, her stomach growled obnoxiously loud. Wine and sex hardly filled the stomach. God, how fucking embarrassing is that? Kumi wished nothing more than to melt into a puddle on the floor and disappear.

"Here, I'll make another." Kazutora offered the rolled egg, hoping it to be some kind of peace offering. He couldn't blame her for being mad. Who would want to be a roommate with someone like him? Even if she didn't know what he'd done...

"This doesn't mean that I like you." The words left her mouth without much thought. So fucking cringe. No wonder everyone thought she was a bitch. Her soft side only came out around Ran. Everyone else was noise that she ignored. Her heart protested, as if she desired to have him like her. "I mean... thanks."

He could recognize a part of himself in her. The younger him that pushed every person away because it was safer to be alone.

"Is that your gaming computer?" He'd been instructed to move it by Kana, but it didn't feel right to take apart a custom-built gaming station.

The egg tasted so damn good, probably because she was starving and a little hungover. Stuffing another bite into her mouth, huffing a little to not burn her tongue, Kumi nodded her head. "I guess I should find a new place for it." It would be strange to hang out in his bedroom even if he were there.

Him lounging on his bed in only some loose sweatpants, casually watching her play the latest first-person shooter game in her skimpy pajamas. He'd get interested and suddenly be right behind her. Voice in her ear, giving her some advice. They probably kiss.

"Kumi?"

Oh fuck, was she staring? Fork halfway to her mouth, looking much like a bitch in heat. Getting a hold of herself, she cleared her throat. "Yeah, it's mine. I'll move it out of your room." To where, she had no idea. Sure, the apartment was huge, but she couldn't game just anywhere. The conditions had to be perfect.

"It's a cool set up. I can tell you built it from scratch." He'd love the chance to build his own gaming computer. Although, he was likely out of touch with all the new components. He didn't have much access to the latest articles and magazines with updated information. He liked that she had those skills.

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's not done. The graphics card could be upgraded, and I need way more storage in order to download the latest games and not have any lagging." It was a never-ending process, but she liked doing it. Especially since Ran gave her a black card with his blessing to buy whatever she desired.

Kumi wasn't the kind of girl to run around shopping all day and spend thousands of dollars on the daily. Sure, she bought more lingerie than the average girl, but most of her purchases were gaming related.

This was it. This was his in. Kazutora could be a friend to someone, if only gaming partners. "Maybe we could play sometime."

"Sure. I'm down." It wouldn't hurt to have a second player. Her online buddies would definitely welcome him. Pushing the empty plate away, she yawned, standing from the stool. "I need some sleep. Uh... later, I guess."

Having a Kazutora as a roommate was going to be fucking challenge.

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Buzz. Buzz.

Kumi slapped her hand around the mattress until she found her phone. Her other arm was numb. She'd slept hard. Even with her eyes closed, the screen burned her eyes. "Hello?"

"Did I wake my kitten up? I'm sorry."

"Ran!" Her heart leapt at the sound of his voice. Kumi sat up, throwing the covers off her body and stumbling from the bed. "I'm awake."

The desperation in her voice was amusing. "I'm close to your apartment and thought we could go out for dinner. It's alright if you're too tired, kitten. I know I kept you up late." He wanted to make her frenzied, distraught at the very thought of missing a date with him. Ran had her on a tight leash without her even knowing.

"I want to go! Please come pick me up-"

"Wear that little white corset dress I bought for you and some pretty heels for me. I'll be there in fifteen."

The phone call ended abruptly, but Kumi was brimming with delight. A date! They were going out on a date. Ah, that sounded wonderful. His work had become increasingly busier, and the pair mostly met at his penthouse.

Dressing in the exquisite white dress with off the shoulder straps, Kumi found her favorite pair of red heels to add a little color. She wanted to stand out when with Ran. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. And who could blame them.

A god among men, really.

Fifteen minutes was hardly enough time to properly do her hair, but Kumi made do. A straightener easily used to add just a little curl to her bright, blue locks. She was one cloud nine, humming to herself.

Until she remembered.

Kazutora.

She doubted that Ran would appreciate another man living with her. It set panic into her. The night would be ruined if she told him, but not telling him was just as scary. What the fuck was she supposed to do?

Not tell him.

No, she couldn't deal with a confrontation tonight.

Rushing down the stairs, Kumi paid little attention to her roommate lounging on the couch. It would be best to meet Ran outside, to make sure there was no chance he saw Kazutora, the boxes, or anything that would bring him inside.

Kazutora, however, had a hard on after watching her strut around in those heels and skimpy dress. She looked like a goddess. Whoever had her was one lucky guy. He needed a fucking cold shower.

Outside, Kumi nearly smacked right into Ran coming through the front door of the building. "Oh-"

His arms encircled her, steadying the girl. "This is unusual. You're never ready when I arrive." Hell, she was stunning. The perfect little piece of ass he needed. It was easy to see that something had gotten her in a rush. Violet eyes narrowed, attempting to discern what may have been the cause.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

"Well, I-" Kumi bit down on her lip, wishing that she'd had an excuse thought up. He'd usually lean against the bathroom door, simply observing her finishing dolling herself up for him. "I didn't want to make you wait."

"Kitten," Ran cooed, hooking his index finger under her chin to lift her head up. This was new. Kumi hadn't ever tried to make such poor excuses. Whatever it was, he'd have to teach her a little lesson about lying to him. "You've one more try, and if I don't believe you, you'll not like the consequences."

If he found out now, god only knows what he'd do. Kazutora could wind up dead.

"I was rushing because I didn't want to risk you getting called into work again."

That wasn't a lie at all. Kumi hated when their plans were derailed by his job. She wasn't aware of what his work actually was. Of course, Kumi knew that he was a Bonten executive, but she never asked questions. Growing up around all the gangs in Tokyo, she wasn't so stupid as to inquire about Bonten's business.

Violet eyes peered into pastel blue ones, judging the sincerity of her words.

He'd accept that answer.

Whatever else she was hiding, he'd soon reveal. She'd meant what she said, and that would be enough for now. Perhaps, he'd make a game out of it. It could surely serve as a way to get Rindou what he wanted. It was deliciously adorable how she perked up when she assumed that she'd fooled him.

Kumi melted into the tender kiss that she received. Thank god, he believed that was all. "Can we still go?" Her heart fluttered at the charming smile that he gave her.

"Of course, kitten."

A private, corner booth in the VIP section of a new five-star restaurant.

Ran brushed his hand through her light blue locks, tongue sliding over his lips. "Did you do as I asked, kitten?" Drinks hadn't even been brought to the table, but he had to punish her a little. What better way than this?

And her head bobbed so happily, not aware of what he had planned at all.

"Good girl. Now, bend over the table. I'm going to fuck you."

Kumi watched as Ran easily shoved the table closer to the other side of the booth to give her plenty of room. Her gaze shifted away from him, eyeing the rest of the restaurant. No one could see them...

"Three... two..."

He chuckled at how she nearly leapt up from the seat, bending her body over the clothes table. The short dress rode up, revealing that she hadn't worn any panties. Exactly how Ran wanted it. At least she could follow directions.

"Spread your legs."

Each command followed like the good kitten that she was.

Ran lazily reached up to play with her cunt, fingers dragging through her folds and dipping into her pussy. She had a nice body. Small enough that he could pick her up and throw her around. Decent size breasts, not the biggest but enough to play with.

"Ah-"

"Excuse me. Can I get you any drinks?"

Kumi's eyes went wide, mouth open from a soft moan. Ran didn't stop, either. He simply pumped his fingers in and out of her wet pussy, asking for a Mont Blanc as if his girlfriend was bent over the table with her ass up.

"And for the lady?"

"Go on, kitten. Tell him what you want." He curled his fingers, finding that spot that lit her up. Kumi let out a filthy mewl, already close to an orgasm. The little quiver in her legs told him exactly that.

She wanted to hurry and tell him so that he'd leave, but for the fucking life of her she couldn't remember a single drink that she liked.

Ran sighed, removing his fingers and wiping them on a napkin. "She'll have a glass of chardonnay, whatever you recommend." He waited only for the server to step away before slapping his hand against her ass. "That was rude, kitten."

"I'm sorry-" Her eyes rolled back as he sank his cock into her. Kumi shuddered as her walls stretched to accommodate him. A high-pitched moan fell from her lips, fingers gripping the cloth of the table to have something to grab.

"You can make it up to me. Fuck yourself on my cock, kitten. I want you to do all the work tonight."

God, it was fucking pathetic how quickly she started to push and pull herself on his dick. Ran had imagined that she would hesitate, knowing there was a restaurant full of people that would surely hear her.

This kitten was all his.

"That's it. Make a mess, pretty girl."

He was so big. Kumi struggled to keep a steady pace, but her mind was gone. It wasn't enough to be split open. Harder. Faster. She wanted him to break her. "Ran- Ran-"

"You feel so fuckin' good, kitten." He smacked his hand against her ass that jiggled every time she pushed back. Her cunt so wet that it was dripping down both their thighs. "Naughty little kitten, desperately fucking yourself on my cock in public."

Kumi dropped her head down, only to have his hand entangle in her locks and jerk it back up. She choked out a moan, a poor attempt to keep her voice from radiating through the restaurant. The thought that the others could hear her both mortified her and also excited her.

Ran kept a handful of her hair in his fist, forcing her back to arch. "You made it," he greeted his brother with a grin. This was another step toward molding her into the perfect little cocksleeve for the two of them.

"Jesus, is she in heat or something? I've never seen something so fuckin desperate. Couldn't wait till after dinner to have your cunt filled?" Rindou slid into the seat across from them, eye to eye with the barely dressed Kumi. Her tits nearly falling out of the dress, mouth parted with drool dribbling down her chin.

It was impossible to look anywhere else. With Ran holding her head up, Rindou was all that she could see. That muted expression of disgust on his features. Kumi felt heat flood her cheeks.

The sound of his cock entering her pussy over and over filled the space, skin slapping against skin. She had to cum. Even with Rindou right there, all Kumi could focus on was how fucking amazing Ran's cock felt. "Mm- n’- Ran! ‘m- s’close."

"Were those even real words?" Rindou cocked his head to the side, tongue pressed into his cheek. He was fucking angry as hell that he wasn't the one fucking her right now. One measly blow job wasn't enough. "Your slutty kitten wants to cum."

Slutty kitten.

Kumi gasped for air when Rindou's hand latched around her throat. His face only inches from hers. "Do us all a favor and fuckin cum already so I don't haveta listen to your fucking whining." He spit in her open mouth. "Swallow it."

"Alright, kitten. I'll give you what you want. Here's a lesson for you, Rindou. Sweet little Kumi can't cum without her clit being touched. Isn't that right, kitten?" Ran released her hair, moving his hand down to rub harsh circles on her clit.

Fuck. Rindou was even fuckin more pissed off that he hadn't gotten to fuck her now. He could edge her all he wanted with his cock and make her beg. "Hey, Kumi." He waited until her gaze focused on him. Ran had told him to be nicer to her. "You're pretty cute, for one of Ran's kittens."

That was enough to fry her brain. The table creaked as Ran took over pounding into her, abusing her swollen clit. She couldn't mutter out a response at all, nor process that Rindou that actually complimented her. No, only garbled nonsense spilled out from her mouth while she clamped down around his cock.

It felt so fucking good. Kumi lost all sense of where she was. If it weren't for Rindou's hand squeezing her throat, she'd be crying out for the whole place to hear. Her vision went white, unable to breathe.

Ran settled the girl on the seat beside him, arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close. Her drink sat untouched on the table for some time, the brothers having a conversation like Kumi hadn't just been fucked over the table.

"I'm tired of waiting," Rindou said, shifting uncomfortably from the damn hard-on that he had. The way she was the moment, she probably wouldn't even know it was Rindou fucking her if he did.

"It won't be long. I suspect that a few little gestures will get her to come crawling to you. It'll be so much more satisfying when she wants it." The seed had already been planted. Ran could use whatever she was hiding to push her towards Rindou. Make her trust him.

And then she'd be fully trained. The perfect little fuck toy for the Haitani brothers. Willingly do whatever it takes to keep them happy.

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