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chuuyrr · 6 months

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LOWKEY — NAKAHARA CHUUYA

⊹ CW(s): f! reader, pining, falling in love, drunk confessions, kissing, pet names, reader is a pre-med college student

⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which he takes his chance and keeps you as his secret

inspired by: lowkey and urs by niki !

chuuya lifts an eyebrow when he notices you sniffling from the corner of his eye as he sips the burgundy red liquid from his wine glass.

it was late at night, he had just gotten off work and wanted to have a drink or two from a neighboring local bar, but he wasn't alone.

there was also you, another customer sitting near the end of the bar stools by the counter.

he sighs to himself as he takes a sip from his glass and musters the confidence to turn to you and speak to you, as he is really worried as to why a young woman like you was crying in the bar late at night.

chuuya was a port mafia executive, a criminal from an underground organization, but in truth he was far from heartless.

"hey, miss, you okay?" he asks, tapping the wooden surface of the counter near to get your attention.

you gaze up at him, your eyes tearful and somewhat puffy red as you sniffle, and the sight of you made chuuya's throat dry for some reason.

he wasn't expecting someone as breathtaking as you. apart from your tears, the alcohol in the high ball whiskey you were drinking was also contributing to the blood pouring into your cheeks.

"m'fine," you sniffle softly, wiping at your tears which makes chuuya sighs.

"is someone giving you a bad time, doll?" he asks, concernedly blinking at you and scanning the room for any suspicious people, but there were only the two of you in the bar.

you shake your head, giggling a little at this redhead's genuine care for you. it was quite sweet of him to be honest. as you glance up at him again, you take a long breath to calm yourself and wipe away any leftover tears.

"i was just crying over.. exams." you blurt out, little embarrassed because he appeared to be an influential man involved in something bigger, like a corporation of sorts, given his fancy and expensive coat, bolo tie, and suit that were of black and gray colors.

"exams?" chuuya repeats your answer, blinking as he looks down at you, making you feel even more embarrassed because he appears to be judging you in some way for it.

"mhm," you mutter gently with a nod, rubbing your arm as you stare down at your lap, feeling glum about it, "i failed one of my exams, and it was a major subject of mine, too."

"that's it?" chuuya sighs quietly, which causes you to become quiet, but instead of something more judgmental, you perk up when you hear a chuckle rumble from his throat and escape his lips.

your cheeks get heated, as if from the whiskey you were drinking or your tears weren't making them flushed enough, and you narrow your eyes at him, "h-hey, it's not funny!" you cry out.

chuuya snickers as he shakes his head, and you wonder if it's the wine making you hazy and all, or if it's something about him—the way he sounded as he laughed and smiled.

he also appears to be genuine, despite his arrogant looking-exterior, and you could tell there was some sort of mysterious allure behind him, as if he was a part of something bigger that you couldn't quite pin down.

"sorry, doll," he sighs, still grinning at you, "you just had me worried there for a second there, you know? you cry like you're on the big screen."

"it was a major exam," you sigh, turning away from him as you finish the last of your whiskey, "and it might not mean anything to someone like you given your status and appearance, but it is a big deal to me."

"i'm failing quizzes, and now an exam, so yeah, it's all a big deal to someone like me because how else am i gonna be a doctor someday with low grades, you know?" you continue, feeling your eyes become glassy with tears again as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

"hey, now. hey, i didn't mean it like that, sweetheart," chuuya says softly as he realizes he has offended you in some manner, "i just thought you got hurt or something, and you're the one here in the bar drinking apart from me."

"well, thanks for your concern," you say softly, sniffling and fidgeting with the empty glass that was previously full with whiskey to escape his stare, "i just needed a pick me up.."

chuuya feels an unpleasant pause following the end of the conversation. he watches in silence and nibbles the inside of his cheek as you you call the bartender's attention to order another glass of whiskey.

he could still see the melancholic glint in your pretty eyes. it makes him feel bad for laughing about your circumstance. it's a big deal for you, and it was quite strange for chuuya as well.

chuuya was a port mafia executive, and considering his line of work, he shouldn't be distracted, let alone this soft, but he can't stop himself. he's growing soft for someone like you.

"her drink is on me," chuuya says, drawing the bartender's attention just as you were ready to pull out some cash from your wallet, "and i'll order some chocolate-drizzled hazelnut brittle for her."

your eyes widen as the bartender nods to chuuya and serves your beverage beside the chocolate brittle that actually complements the new glass of whiskey he's got you as well.

"why?" you murmur, blinking at him, confused.

"you said you needed a pick-me-up, didn't you? and besides, you seemed like the type to get something sweet with your whiskey." chuuya shrugs as he downs his wine, turning his face away with his gloved hand covering half of his face, just so you wouldn't see the growing blush on his cheeks.

he says in a hushed tone, "just think of it as me making it up to you for earlier, okay?"

with his kindness, you find yourself actually smiling, having forgotten about the exam and how you were crying about it.

maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

it doesn't take long for him to know you were a regular at this bar, and how you frequently come here and drink when you're stressed out as he learns from the bartender.

chuuya isn't even aware of it, yet he's gradually becoming comfortable and used to you, and it was all because of how he just happened to see you crying that evening when you were drinking your sadness away with some whiskey.

it was a pleasant change of pace for once because he wasn't talking about work that included killing or any underground organization businesses like smuggling.

instead, chuuya was conversing with a college student who is more concerned about failing the exams or receiving a low mark from her professor than with being mugged or shot.

instead of being entranced by gunpower and blood, it was the the familiar aroma of your high ball whiskey and his red wine, and the vanilla scent of your perfume clinging on cardigan every time, and he takes solace in that in secret.

and chuuya listens to everything you say, even if he considers the medical jargons and chemistry-related things you talk about puzzling and nonsense as he didn't really quite gets them at all.

but, in fact, these nights became his favorites—something chuuya grew to look forward to like an addiction, and he misses it whenever he can't come to the bar because you're so busy with college.

he was clearly beginning to feel things for you, because why would a port mafia executive like himself have time for an mere college student that was constantly stressed-out, but he resents it in some way.

he despises how sincere and nice you were because it caused him to lose his guard. his stomach was doing flips all the time around you, which was driving him mad.

at the end of the day, or rather evening, it makes him hopeless to think about you and everything, and it's unfortunate.

you and him come from different worlds in the sense that he revels in the darkness and violence as mori's executive, and the fact that he kills makes him a bad person, and you?

you were so good—too good to be true for him, living in the light, going out with your friends and peers, and studying your love-hate pre-med course. you even aspire to be a doctor someday to help others, which contrasted with him having to kill and do such things as a member of an underground organization.

eventually, from his plethora of thoughts and wild emotions, it all comes down to him beginning to wonder what would it be like to be loved by someone like you.

would he wake up to you rushing to get ready in the morning? would he be able to accompany you while you studied and memorized terms? to comfort you and listen to you recite mnemonics he'll never understand?

would he be the one to give you a bouquet as you hold up your college degree someday?

it was all simple domestic notions invading his head now instead of work, but he had never wanted it so badly before, and it was suddenly as important to him as your college course was to you.

it really makes him sad.

still, he was a port mafia executive.

what would your family think? your college friends think? what would you think if you learned the truth about chuuya, from what he does to the kind of person he really was?

would you run away from him if you knew?

it was another of his late evenings with you, and you were drinking whiskey again—a drink to which chuuya had grown accustomed to.

tonight, you were drinking a little too much tjan usual, but to be fair, you had just passed another round of examinations this month, and you were drinking both in joy and in dread.

while you were relieved to have it over with, you are still concerned about the outcome.

your cheeks were red from all the alcohol you had consumed, but you've also been starring at chuuya for quite some time now, blinking in a haze, not realizing you had been staring since half past two.

your gaze travels from his plush cheeks and lips to his ocean eyes. how come you're only recognizing how handsome he was in person after spending so much time with him? was it the alcohol affecting you?

hmm, or maybe it was something else? you do feel your chest warmer and fuzzier than usual.

in any case, you continue to drink your whiskey while giggling to yourself and shaking your head.

chuuya lifts a brow, finding your little giggle as you drink rather endearing, "what's so funny, doll?"

"hmm, someone's getting tipsy," he murmurs softly afterwards, extending his hand out subconsciously to cup your face. chuuya bites his lower lip, watching you lean against his palm as his thumb tenderly carresses your cheek.

"and someone's pretty right now," you giggle again, looking up at him with flushed cheeks.

"huh?" chuuya hums in confusion, though he was finding the words you were uttering quite silly.

"you're.. really pretty, you know?" you murmur softly as you place down the now empty glass on the bar table, smiling softly at him.

"don't you mean yourself, sweetheart?" chuuya chuckles and shakes his head as he finds himself booping your nose, making you smile and giggle even more. yeah, you were becoming tipsy, and he thinks it's adorable.

your [color] eyes gradually narrow as you push your body forward towards him. chuuya's eyes widen for a minute as he notices you leaning against his chest, resting your head against the crook of his shoulder from your seat.

"[name]? y-you okay, doll?" chuuya sputters out, blinking as one of his hands gently moves to your back to rub it comfortingly for you while the other remains on your cheek.

"and you smell so nice too.." you murmur softly, continuing to speak and closing your eyes, not really answering his question at this point.

chuuya takes a deep breath, burying his face in your hair, before wrapping his arms around you and pulls you to his chest, as you softly mumble more stuff at him. as his gloved fingers begin to comb through your hair, his chest rumbles a chuckle.

you two continue to sit on your cushioned seats at the bar like this, and right now, it was just you and him, together with the fragrance of whiskey and wine, and the mellow ambiance being provided by the soft and quiet jazz music playing from the bar's radio.

he eventually rises up from his seat and decides to pull you out of the bar not long after, seeing that you need some fresh air and to be taken home right away.

chuuya was a gentleman, and he wouldn't want you arriving home too drunk, let alone late in the evening.

he wraps his arm around you as he gently pulls you outside, but it sinks into his skin again. the dreadful truth.

even if chuuya really wanted to, he can't be with you like this.. at least that's what he thinks.

you open your eyes, lifting your head when you feel chuuya pull his arms away from you all of a sudden.

"chuuya?" you mutter softly, tilting your head.

"sorry, sweetheart," chuuya sighs shakily, attempting a chuckle, but his smile this time held sorrow as he glances at you and curses under his breath, closing his eyes, "it's just... fuck, i don't wanna ruin this night for you."

"huh, w-what are you talking about?" you ask, blinking in confusion and sobering up as you realize just how serious chuuya was right now.

"baby, an angel like you can't fly down hell with me," chuuya says, looking deep into your eyes before leaning in, his lips to your ear as he whispers, "i'm from the port mafia, and an executive at that too."

as he speaks, his eyes are filled with sadness and perhaps shame. it was apparent that chuuya was not as proud of his work or his life as you were. in fact, how could he compare to someone as good as you in the first place?

it was quite pathetic of him. really.

who would have guessed that someone as arrogant and influential as him would be confessing like this outside a local bar in the middle of the night?

if his friends and colleagues were to see him like this, they would probably laugh, and most importantly think he was an entirely different person.

he finds himself holding his breath, already bracing himself for your reaction with a part of him anticipating you to freak out or get angry.

chuuya watches your eyes widen as he confesses, his heart pounding in his chest. he then lowers his eyes, his head bowed in shame, but he manages a shaky response, "but really, it's okay, baby. you don't even have to love me."

chuuya, however, is surprised to just feel your head rest against his chest again instead of a furious reaction.

"doll?" chuuya asks in surprise, blinking at you.

"i don't have to love you, yes," you whisper softly, your hands reaching for his sleeves, reluctant to let him go, "but i do."

"w-what?" chuuya was in disbelief, and now his eyes were wide—the tables turned.

"i don't mind if you're a port mafia executive," you remark, looking up at him, your hands clenched so tightly around the fabric of his coat that it was bunching in your grip, "i don't wanna ever leave this, these nights we have.. chuuya.."

"fuck, c'mere," chuuya curses under his breath in a hushed tone, and before you two even knew it, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to the back of the bar with him, being impossibly closer to you than before.

you feel your back press against the brick wall of the place where you and you him had just left. for a brief time, his forehead brushes against yours, and you find yourself leaning in and melting into the warm skin contact.

chuuya cups your face in his hands and talks quietly, his breath and the whiff of wine hitting your face, "guess you're flying down to hell with me then, hmm?"

"then, to hell with it," you say back in hushed tone, looking into his eyes, "i'm already yours."

chuuya then slams his lips to yours.

"m-mmh," you quietly moan into the kiss. it feels so warm, and you can taste the wine on his tongue mingling with the whiskey on yours, as well as the hint of tenderness in the kiss.

the alcohol intoxicated your mind, but in a nice way that all you could think about in the heat of the moment was his lips against yours and his arms holding you so closely to him, as if you were going to run away from him.

"hush now, love," his words came out in whispered yet sweet mumbles, punctuated by every press of his lips on yours as he continued to kiss, and oh, you tasted so heavenly.

chuuya could taste the whiskey on your tongue, combined with the minty flavor of cherry gloss on your lips, and smell your ever familiar yet soothing vanilla perfume lingering on your skin and sweater, and he adores it.

it was something he could become hooked to—something he looked forward to every time.

in between kisses, you see a smile pulling on your lips, and you giggle, and he laughs as well.

you glance up at him, swaying slightly from the glasses of whiskey you've just had, and it makes him chuckle even more since he honestly feels the same way, and his hands grip you even more securely and closely as a result and to steady himself too.

"guess we're a little too fucked up to stay still from the drinks, huh?" chuuya chuckles as you rest your head against his chest, nestling it beneath his chin, his arms still encircling you.

"you know, my apartment is just nearby, and it's vacant," you say softly.

"noted, love," chuuya hums, knowing exactly where he'll be tonight, and honestly, he doesn't mind. his penthouse was just as empty and lonely even, and the thought of being with you tonight in yours was all he needed.

you giggle again, unable to stop smiling at all as you close your eyes and bury your face in the fabric of his clothes, finding comfort in the aroma of wine and cigarettes from him, as well as his cologne.

"wonder what i'll do when the cops come through and the whiskey's run out?" you murmur softly, a random thought arising from the alcohol in your system, but you continued to smile, "or worse.. when my parents find out?"

"well, that's too bad, because i'm already yours, doll," chuuya says into your hair, his nose tracing your forehead and cheek before leaning in for another kiss on your lips, closing the distance between the two of you again.

he then brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and presses his forehead against yours once more, "but that's easy to answer, doll."

"then how?"

"we keep it lowkey."

"lowkey?"

"no one's gotta know, just us and the moon til' the sun starts wakin'"

you like this night. everything was just right and you couldn't care less about anything.

⊹ A.N.: i know what you're thinking, and yes, niki writes a fic that isn't inspired by a taylor swift song for once—i had picked up on niki again while i was listening to lowkey and urs, i couldn't help but imagine chuuya !! ⊹.(⁎˃﹏˂⁎)˚. <3

⊹ P.S.: reader may or may not have been inspired by me, your stressed out biochem college girlie (except i haven't drank in months so FAHEHDJSK pls don't drink if ur underage smh)

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nervousgardenerkid · 10 months

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So anxious

a/n: LMAO hey yall this is my first fic after a LONG time and it's from across the spiderverse😭i can't help it i love that movie sm. ANYWAYS i was listening to so anxious by ginuwine and i got this idea sjjsisj i hope you all enjoy it bc it was so fun to write! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!! <3

warnings: none really, some cursing ofc, hobie lowkey teasing you, not proofread (bc that's a warning itself), and me not knowing how to write with a british accent in mind (i'm so sorry)

this fic doesn't have any gender specific pronouns or any specific racial qualities so it's free for EVERYONE to read! <3

You were staring. You knew you were staring too, but how could you not? Your eyes fell onto Hobie’s hand as he did god knows what with the technology that was spread out in front of his desk. Your eyes trailed up his toned arms, blushing you remember how easily he could lift you up no matter what.

“You're staring again, love.” his voice broke you out of your thoughts, your eyes flicking over his face.

God, he's so pretty. Your heartbeat speeds up when the sun shines on him just right. The golden light reflecting off of his piercings nearly blinded you but not in the same way his beauty was. Your eyes fall to his sharp jawline, up to his lips as they sit in a small frown. God his lips. Heat flows throughout your body as you imagine his lips pressed against yours, leaving gentle (and not-so-gentle) kisses all over your face. Before you have time to admire the rest of him he turns to you, a smirk replacing the frown that was on his lips.

“I got something on my face? Why you staring so much?”

A familiar warm feeling falls over your cheeks as you reluctantly tear your eyes off of him and nervously look down at your hands.

“Nah, Nah,”

His hand reaches out and gently grabs your chin, making you look at him again.

“Don't go acting all shy now. Why you staring at me so hard, hm?”

A soft whine leaves your lips as you hide behind your hands, peeking at him from the spaces between your fingers. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and you feel like you can't breathe with the way he's staring at you. As if on instinct you shrug your shoulders, clearing your throat nervously as you calm your nerves.

“You're a shit liar,” he chuckles. He gently grabs your wrists, prying your hands away from your face, as your eyes look everywhere except at him.

“What, you not gonna stare anymore?”

“Hobie…” you whine throwing your head back with a giggle.

“That's my name. Don't wear it out now, yeah?”

Finally, your eyes land back on him and his beautiful face.

“Ah, there you are,” he says softly as he brushes a piece of hair out of your face.

You feel yourself getting lost in his facial features again before he snaps his fingers.

“Oi, don't go off in your own little world now. What's going on with you?”

A smile stretches across your lips.

“You're pretty,” you say quietly, almost as if you've never told him this before.

He smiles at you, his hands gently gripping your waist as he brings you close to him.

“Yeah?” he asks, a teasing tone lacing his deep voice.

You nod your head as your hands rest on his cheeks, gently caressing the skin.

“Should see yourself then. A real piece of art is what you are.”

Your giggles fill the room making him smile. He could listen to you laugh all day and never get sick of it.

“‘M serious Hobie!”

His brows furrow.

“Yeah, I am too. ‘M not one for labels but you're easily the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Besides myself of course.”

Your laugh fills his ears once more and he swears he can feel his heart skip a couple of beats, he's not sure how he's still alive right now. He places a kiss against your lips, smiling into the kiss when he feels you sigh happily and wrap your arms around him.

He pulls away looking at you with hooded eyes and gives you one more peck before he returns to the broken device that’s sitting in front of him.

“Just keep admiring me for a while, ‘m almost done here, love.”

You sigh happily, relaxing on the couch as your eyes scan over him once again. You're staring again. You know it, Hobie knows it too but he doesn't mind.

He never even had a problem with it in the first place.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown blurb #hobie brown fluff #atsv hobie #atsv x reader #atsv imagines

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moraxsthrone · 11 months

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Kaeya fluff? Hell yeah

Imagine being the one person Kaeya leans on. For real, this man trusts no one and thought he would trust no one until you showed up. Now here he is, venting about his rough day at work while you run your fingers through his hair, reminding him just how much you love him. Maybe it's just me, but I think this man would MELT if you told him you want him romantically. Like, he's proud of how he can make you scream his name and all but having you say that you would be with him even without that? The man's dead, you killed him, but maybe he'll come back to you for a kiss ;)

Sorry, I don't think this is what you were asking for, but hope you like it anyhow?

anonnnnnn??? this is PERFECT!! it's even better than what i wanted?? skskskskssss. bless you, child, for leaving such a sweet delicacy in my ask box! 🥹💙

CW/NOTES — mention of sex but otherwise sfw. themes of low self-worth, abandonment issues, imposter syndrome (kaeya, not reader). fluff/comfort. gn! reader.

no, hun, it's not just you. you see, i've got quite a soft spot for lowkey insecure kaeya. it only makes sense??

i touched on this in my previous post, but i think kaeya secretly worries that you'll come to your senses one day and decide that being with him is more trouble than he's worth? he's scared shitless that he's inherently disposable (after what his bio father - and later, diluc - did to him) and probably suffers from a massive case of imposter syndrome when you tell him you're in love with him.

i think a big reason why he "peacocks" so much is bc he knows he's beautiful on the outside but thinks he's ugly on the inside and not worth sticking around for. beneath that cocky façade, there's a little boy who's terrified of being left all alone again. so he overcompensates by using his good looks and charming smile to win ppl over bc deep down he thinks that's all he's got going for him. of course you want to fuck him, he thinks. who doesn't?

but YOOOO when you touch his soul and kiss his scars, and you hold his heart in your hands like it's the most precious thing you've ever held? <i'm trying not to fucking cry here 😅> you hold it so close to your own heart and take care of it like it's yours (it is now, as far as he's concerned btw), kaeya fucking freaks the fuck out. he knows how to lose people. he's all too familiar with being discarded and abandoned.

but what he's NOT used to is being seen, accepted, and loved for exactly who he is, right to his very core. the first time you spend the night with him without having sex, he doesn't even sleep. he just lies there and watches you as tears blur his vision. he holds you and breathes in the scent of your hair as he kisses the top of your sleepy head, quietly thanking his stars for you and hoping his sniffling doesn't wake you up.

he'll know how it feels to be loved unconditionally and it's all bc of you. trust, this man will never step out of your relationship or do anything else to jeopardize what he has with you.

you're his home now, his center.

you're his present and his future.

you're his whole fucking life, his everything.

you're his person, the one who has his head in your lap, slowly brushing the tangles out of his hair with your fingers, leaning down to kiss his forehead and reminding him how much you love him. even and especially on his bad days when he needs that reminder the most.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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I'm Sorry For Being A Bother

Words: 699

Warnings: angst, Eddie being a DICK, intrusive thoughts, probably poor writing but whatever

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Request: "Could you do a Eddie x reader but he gets really really annoyed cause of her getting jumpy about getting on the cheerleader team then he pulls her hair or something like that?"

Kinda based Y/N off of me cause when I get really excited, I can't stop talking about something/whatever it is that's making me happy. And then when I realize someone's annoyed and things

I am willing to make a part two (I probably will) as I kinda only ended this when I did cause I was wanting to get it posted :)

Kinda takes place between Seasons 1 and 2 since Steve and Nancy are together AND Steve is lowkey nice (kinda only the way he is cause Nancy told him)

Anywho, enjoy

Y/N ran over to Eddie. A huge smile tearing across her face. She jumped onto hiss backside, hugging him. She felt him jump, but that wasn't what got her, it was her feeling him push her off of him. She looked at him, confused. He usually didn't do that.

"Eddie? Is everything okay?" He nodded silently and glanced at her. So she nodded, the smile coming back to her face. "Guess what!" He gave her a look that basically said 'what?' and she started to jump on her toes, "I got on the cheer team! Varsity even! I am now officially a Hawkins High teenager!" He nodded silently and she continued. "I'm so surprised Eds! I actually thought I bombed my tryout! But one of the Captains, Sky, she said that she loved how much pep and happiness I had!" She gripped his arms, like she always usually to did when she was excited. It was a way to get herself to ground herself. But she was still bouncing up and down. "I got in! I got in! I got in! It's so amazing! I'm so happy, I could almost--" She stopped mid-sentence as she felt a strong tug on her ponytail that even pulled her head back. She was about to turn and cuss at someone until she saw Eddie's face. She felt her arms fall to her side. Her hands beginning to shake, "Eddie? Why'd you do that?"

He crossed his arms, "You were just being, and don't take this the wrong way, but annoying."

That happiness that she had felt moments ago dissipated almost immediately as the words left Eddie's mouth. "Oh."

"Yeah. And now," He looked at the cheap watch on his wrist, "I'm almost late to a deal."

Her eyes fell down to stare at the floor, "O-oh. I'm sorry Eds. I-I didn't mean to be a bother and to keep you back."

"Whatever Y/N. I've gotta go."

She nodded, not even remembering that he was her ride home. Well, she did. But at that point, it was too late. He was nowhere in the hallway. And when she stepped outside to find his van, it was nowhere to be found either. She dropped her bag on the sidewalk with a thump and slumped down next to it. She pulled her knees into her chest. Trying not to cry.

It finally happened. She had annoyed Eddie so much that he hated her. God. She always did this. Would annoy and bother people so much until they end up hating her. It wasn't like she was even trying to! It always just...happened. Either that or she would do something stupid and they would hate her after that.

Her mind was swirling and tears fell freely from her eyes. She barely could breathe. Her thoughts kept killing her almost. They had caused her to go deaf. So when she felt the hand on her shoulder, she screamed in fear. Only calming down when she saw it was Steve Harrington. She wiped away the tears and put on her best fake smile. Even though she knew he wouldn't buy it.

"You okay?"

She nodded, "Y-yeah. Golden."

"Okay...well, Nancy, my girlfriend, commented on how you've been sitting here a while. Do you need a ride home?"

She started to shake her head, "N--" She stopped herself. Almost telling him that she was good. Then she remembered that Eddie had left and that she had no ride. So she nodded instead, "Yeah. Could you?"

He nodded, "Yeah, you live in the same neighborhood as Nancy, don't you?" She nodded silently, "Cool. So I'll drop you off first."

He held his hand out and she carefully took it. She was silent the entire ride home. Only telling him which house was hers. Mostly cause she wasn't sure how to feel. Getting a ride home from Steve 'The King' Harrington. And when she got home, she silently tossed her bag onto the couch. She said nothing as she walked up her stairs to her room. She didn't even bother changing as she grabbed her pillow and cried.

God, why did she have to be so fucking annoying?

#eddie #munson #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson request #stranger #things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things request #x reader #imagine #request

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visforvengeance · 5 days

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un jour c'est toi que je partirai

Notes: Howdy! ok so this is a filler chapter. this was originally gonna be chapter 3 buuuut the way I started it wasn't matching how I wanted the chapter to end. so pls forgive me lmao. I wanted to get something out to you guys bc I know it's been a while since the last chapter. I still don't know if i want this series to end before the next season comes out or not but I'm def gonna keep writing itttt

Warnings: cursing? she/her pronouns. mentions of suicide, idk if this should be a tw but description of a panic attack, carmy is a perv in this lowkey. masturbation. when I said philip, i was totes talking about lip gallagher. not too much happens in this. please let me know if I missed anything and thanks for reading <3.

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“Mikey killed himself.”

He couldn’t do it. Where are you, Carmen? His brother’s funeral was today. You’re supposed to be here. He’s sorry, but he can’t. What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? He still couldn’t believe it. Fuck, his chest was starting to hurt. He was getting sweaty, his hearing began to fade in and out, and he couldn’t breathe. He can’t fucking breathe. He can’t stop the tears or the sob that tore through him. It echoed throughout his apartment. Fuck this shit.

He stood in disbelief as he looked upon the one restaurant that could have him shitting bricks. It looked old. And, familiar. And, not his, but absolutely fucking his now. Shit, he couldn’t fucking believe it. This fucking restaurant that haunted his dreams, that he spent his whole life chasing was officially his. He hurried to unlock the door and get inside. He hadn’t told anyone that he was back in Chicago. He wanted to embrace it on his own for a second. It still smelled the same, like Mikey and cigarettes, grease, bleach, and Mikey.

He looked at the picture frames, news clippings, and awards scattered across the wall. He was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. He hadn’t set foot inside this place in two years, and now his brother is dead and he’s standing in his restaurant.

He heard the bell ring and turned to see his big sister, “Carmy?” God, did he miss her. He missed them all, he really did. Even insufferable Richie and fucking Fak. And, Y/N. He hadn’t let go of the last conversation they shared. His one shot at true love and he’d gone and fucked it all. Whatever.

He walked over to Natalie, embracing her dearly. “Hi, sis.” He smirked at her as she gasped and swatted his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here? I would’ve gotten you from the airport,” she said with a frown. He shook his head as he waved her off. He smiled up at her, genuinely smiling. “I wanted to surprise you.” “Consider me surprised. So, had a chance to take a look around yet?” He sighed and shook his head. “James told me the store’s not really in good standing?” Natalie let out an exasperated sigh. “Fuck no. I don’t know what the hell Mikey has gotten himself into, Bear.”

“You, uh, you know where he keeps the records and shit like that?” Natalie shook her head as she took a seat in one of the booths, “you’d have better luck asking Richie.” Ugh. Carmen loathed Richie. But, he tolerated him because he was family and Mikey’s best friend. “Have you seen him around lately?” “Yeah, I told him to meet me here so we could get a headstart on figuring out all of this shit.” Carmen sat in the seat across from Nat, “good. I bet he’ll have some idea.” Natalie nodded slowly as she thinned out her lips. “So,” she says as she clasps her hands together in front of her, “does Y/N know you’re here?” Fuck. She doesn’t know.

Honestly, he didn’t know if he should even tell her. Would she come to see him? Did he have a chance? He hadn’t seen or heard anything about her since Christmas dinner. “No, I haven’t spoken to her since Christmas.” He paused before speaking. “You know she told me she loved me that night?” Natalie had some idea of what was going on between them. Carmen, being the moody little brother he is, kept her out of his business as much as possible. And, Y/N tried to spare her the details for fear of grossing her out.

“And, what did you say?” “That I loved her too.” For the first time, he was honest. So honest that it scared him. When he thinks back on that night, it almost makes him want to vomit. She felt bad for her brother, this need for Y/N but being unable to do anything about it was eating him up inside and anyone could tell that he wasn’t alright. Pair that with grief and an existential crisis, she didn’t know how he was managing. “How is she?” He knows Mikey’s death couldn’t have been easy for her either. “She’s..coping as best as she can.” He’d love nothing more than to be with her in moments like these, ones that you know you shouldn’t be going through alone.

“She seeing anyone?” Carmen couldn’t help himself as he asked. Natalie hesitated before answering and that filled Carmen with such dread. “Um, some guy that she went to college with. I think his name is Philip?” He flinched like he was about to be hit. Now, he knows more than he’d like. “Are they like dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend?” Carmen wasn’t trying to pry information out of Natalie for his own personal gain, no way. He was simply inquiring about a friend.

“Why are you asking?” Natalie was suspicious of the younger boy. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was planning to shoot his shot with Y/N (eventually). It’s about damn time. He shrugged, “Just curious.” She nodded, not believing a word he said. “As far as I know, they’re not too serious but definitely more than friends.” He could only imagine what that meant. Were they already having sex? That was not his business. He needs to get a grip on reality. He nodded and began to stand, just as he was doing so, Richie rushed inside. They hugged and began their bickering immediately after. Natalie just chuckled and walked away.

Carmen was tired. So fucking tired. It hadn’t even been a full day and he’d endured so much bullshit. The ripping and running and trying to find a decent crew wore him out. He didn’t make it to his bed when he got to his apartment. Instead, he plopped down his couch. After a while, his mind drifted to her. He missed her. Fuck, when didn’t he? He found himself thinking about her constantly. What was she doing today? What did she eat? He was sure it wasn’t nearly as good as what he could make for her. She loved when he cooked for her, so he always did. Never did he allow her to even touch a cooking utensil. He never complained about it either. He loved it just as much. Maybe even more.

Then, he began thinking about her warmth. He missed it so much that he craved it. It had been too long since he last felt her. Or smelled her scent. He wondered if her lips still felt or tasted the same. Was her skin still as soft as he remembered? Why the fuck is he doing this to himself? It was too late as he felt himself straining against his pants.

He tried to ignore the lust that was creeping into his head. But, he couldn’t stop himself and he was getting harder the more he thought about her. She made him behave like a fucking pervert. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuttoned his pants and slid his hand inside his boxers. Pulling his cock out of his pants, he squeezed the base of it. This was fucking humiliating but it felt too good. He felt bad for thinking about her while doing this. But, he was doing it anyway. He thought about her face as she was being pleasured, the sounds she’d make. He imagined it was him who made her cum. Just as she was beginning to reach climax, he was cumming all over his hand. He always came the hardest when he thought about her. The deep embarrassment was almost enough to make him never think about her like that, though. Almost. He cursed himself as he wiped his hand on his khakis. It was getting late and he figured he should get ready for bed. She never left his thoughts as he (finally) drifted to dreamland.

#carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto angst #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear

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monty-glasses-roxy · 7 months

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okay but i think the transformation scene in "the thing" would TRAUMATIZE roxanne. like, sobbing and holding onto chica who is lowkey amazed with the practical effects but is concerned for her blorbo :( bonus points for monty to come in to check on them and see THAT and he's crying harder than roxy and doesn't even know the context

Okay so. Now that I've seen the context for this...

I'm of the belief that Roxy and Monty can't handle scary stuff at all so this??? This transformation???? Roxy is SOBBING

She loves the doggos cause they're like her all cool and fluffy... Then that happens and she's freaked the fuck out. I've not seen it, but I can imagine this has probably been hinted at before this point or something but even still, she feels fucking blindsided and she not happy about it! Can't handle horror? Love the huskies? Expecting some sort of superhero movie and are already confused because the vibes aren't right? Yeah she's uhh... Not great...

Chica is watching, completely enraptured because she loves this shit and was thrilled when Roxy had seemed so excited to watch it with her. She only realises Roxy's distress when she latches onto her, eyes wide, tears like waterfalls, shaking like a leaf and telling her to turn it off. It kinda shakes Chica a bit because while she knows Roxy can't handle this stuff very well, she's always stuck it out until the end and never admitted to being scared until late that night, or a day or two later. She's never reacted this strongly mid movie before. Safe to say, Chica turns it off immediately.

Or doesn't get a chance to because Monty finds out what they're watching from Freddy or whoever and fucking books it over there to stop it. He knows what happens to the doggos and he knows that even if the monster and shit didn't freak her out (he knew it would too) then the dogs dying would at least be devastating to her. Monty blasts into the room mid scary transformation scene and stares in horror for a few seconds before snatching the remote and turning it off. Or panicking at Roxy's obvious distress and smashing the TV to stop it instead. Whatever comes first lmao

Chica didn't know, she's never seen it. Monty saw it a while ago and has regretted it ever since. The reminder of it on screen has him hugging Roxy in tears too :(

Could be funny if they're hugging eachother around Chica so she's squished in between an absolutely horrified, sobbing and wailing wolf and a devastated, crying alligator. Trying to comfort both of them when she's completely trapped is a bit of a struggle lmao but when it's all over, she is so fucking sorry she didn't know she's so sorry

She watches it with Bonnie and Sunny another day but god damn the guilt of freaking Roxy out that bad and scaring Monty from across the building won't be leaving her for a while :(

And for anyone considering looking this up... Only do so if you're NOT sensitive to animal death, particularly the deaths of dogs. And also a dog's face splitting open into The Thing I guess but mostly animal death

#fnaf security breach #pop rox answers #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #she's so fucking sorry oh my god djdjkd #she is making this up to roxy for WEEKS #even if roxy forgives her after a bit chica will not stop until shes satisfied she's made up for it #Roxy's not stopping her she's getting so much caring attention she didn't realise she wanted lmao #adoring fans?? fuck that!! chica is doting on her and it's making her all soft ;-;

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harryfeatgaga · 2 years

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plugrry finding out your boyfriend doesn't treat you very well... maybe he's at a party youre at w your bf and ofc harry is watching you the whole time, he sees you and your bf arguing in the corner and your bf is clearly very angry about something, you start to walk away and he grabs your arm hard enough that it must hurt and pulls you back, and harry is not about to have that so he's making his way over calling your name and saying "it's been so long since I've seen you! how's it going?" and your bf is acting all nice bc he's lowkey scared of harry, so he immediately lets go of your arm and plasters a smile on his face but harry sees right through it. harry ignores him though, keeping his eyes on you when he says "I was just gonna get a refill, why don't you come with me?" and your bf starts to argue but harry just shoots him a look and he seems to get the message and backs off 😌 he slinks away to go talk to his shitty friends and harry holds out his hand for you to take and then leads you to the kitchen where it's quiet. he gets to work pouring right away while you settle onto one of the barstools and put your chin in your hands to watch him, and it's such a peaceful moment 😔then harry says "it's not okay... the way he treats you, i mean. it's not okay for him to act like that and it's not okay for him to put his hands on you" and he looks up, but your eyes stay on the cups he's pouring, too emotional to look at him, but you nod a little bit and say "i know" in a quiet voice. he's silent for a minute before he says "why are you with him?" and you shrug a little bit, and he hears a quiet sniffle and he knows you're crying 😔 he comes around the side of the counter to hug you, your face tucked against his chest as he holds you 😔 you hear the door swing open and you flinch a little bit, but harry just strokes your hair to settle you 😔 then you hear your bf's voice and he's so mad, he says "seriously? i leave you alone for one minute and you're all over him? i knew you had a thing for him, honestly you're such a-" and harry interrupts him, saying "do not finish that sentence... you can leave, you're not wanted here" and you hear him stepping closer so you're trying to pull away so you can face him, harry lets go of you but you regret it a little when you see how mad your bf looks, and it's all focused on you. he says "really? you're going to let this guy tell me what to do?" and you don't answer, not bothering to give him any more emotion than you already have, and he just huffs and turns to harry saying "fine, you can have her, it's not like she puts out anyways" and Harry's voice is low when he says "you need get the fuck out" and your (now ex) bf smirks a little, saying "yeah? what are you gonna do?" and harry takes a step closer, saying "I asked you nicely, now I'm telling you- you need to leave, right fucking now" and he seems to realize that Harry's a lot bigger than him, and that this won't end well if he keeps pissing harry off, so he turns back to you and says "when he leaves you for some other useless pothead, don't come crawling back to me" and then he's gone. and right away you're in tears, harry is rushing over to you and crouching down to look at you, he's apologizing and saying "I'm so sorry, im so sorry he said that, it's not true at all... he's a piece of shit and nothing he says matters, okay? he's not gonna bother you anymore, hm?" and you nod, leaning against him when he puts his arms around you 😔 he says "why don't we get out of here?" and he keeps his arm around you the whole time 😔 he brings you back to his place bc you don't want to be alone, and you end up falling asleep on his couch 😔 he carries you to his bed so you'll be comfortable, and then he goes to sleep on the couch knowing you can talk more in the morning, and he's just so glad his girl if free of that guy he's always hated 😔

OH MY GODDDDDDDD 😭😭😭 OH IM SO SADDDDDDD PLEASEEEEEE HE WOULD BE SOOO COMFORTING AND SWEET AND THE BEST EVERRRR ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU WOKE UP THE NEXT DAY UPSET FCUXKSKSKKS 😭😭😭

#harry concept

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minilpark · 2 years

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heyyy, we live for bob, i have this idea for bob if his daughter was a teenager and had her first boyfriend and the terrifying meeting of the parents. would bob be over protective and try to be intimidating and his wife just being like oh OH this is a new bob

(your bob works just oml)

sorry this took so long to put out! thank you for being patient! this won't be too long but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

y/d/n - your daughter's name

y/s/n - your son's name

btw this will be with a f!reader

honestly you knew this day was coming sooner or later

as soon as the doctor announced that one of the twins you were having was a girl- you felt it coming

of course, bob wasn't too old fashioned

sure he did take things at a slower pace, asked your parents for their blessing, was a whole gentleman

BUT other things he was cool with

however, when it comes to his kids- this man can be a bit overprotective

they had a curfew (course it got extended later when they got older) and strong recommendations to not date while in school-

he just wanted his kids to be safe and focus on their studies (he also didn't want them to experience "heartbreak" too early)

but, when his daughter finally told him about her relationship

you could see your husband have a heart attack internally

yeah, you knew about her boyfriend for a couple months now

you figured it out pretty quickly and talked to her about it

she knew you approved of him and she knew you'd tear him a new one if he disrespected her or anything of that nature

but you never met him in person

at least until today

when y/d/n opened the door and called you, bob, and y/s/n down, you immediately noticed bob standing up straighter trying to be a bit more intimidating

your daughter knew well enough to at least warn her boyfriend about her family and what exactly to expect

and though he was slightly prepared, he was still lowkey shitting his pants

he knew your son, granted those three went to school together and they were almost friends so he wasn't too worried about that

but y/d/n warned him about you because you found out about their relationship early on and to be honest, he was most scared of you

last but not least was bob, he knew bob was in the military and he was a bit strict on his children, but other than that he didn't know how else to prepare

after your daughter introduced him to you all, he shook hands with you

"it's a pleasure to meet you, mrs. floyd"

you smiled at him and nodded

"likewise, i'm glad you could join us for dinner."

and then he shook hands with bob

you noticed the firm shake between the two men and rolled your eyes trying to stifle a laugh

"so glad you could finally introduce yourself! lets go eat, we cooked up something special tonight."

and he just directed the poor boy into the dining room with an arm firmly around his shoulder with your daughter following behind

bob didn't say too much like a stereotypical overprotective dad did, it was more so the intimidating air that surrounded him that sent the message

you and your son trailed behind after giggling a bit about how their dad was behaving

"i can't believe he's really doing this-"

"oh just wait till you bring someone home yourself, you're getting the same treatment"

dinner was actually great

you both learned a lot about the guy your daughter was interested in and you noticed bob softening up and taking a liking to him

when it was time for him to finally head home, he said his goodbyes to everyone while bob decided to walk him out to his car

you didn't hear what was said between the two of them, but you saw just before the boy got in his car, a firm hug was exchanged

and when bob made it back up the steps you just smiled at him and pulled him into a kiss

"you liked him, didn't you?"

"ah what can i say, he seems like a good kid. lets hope he treats her right."

"only time will tell."

#your honor im in love with him #topgun #top gun maverick #topgun maverick imagines #robert bob floyd #dad!bob #topgun asks #topgun maverick asks #topgun hc requests #topgun maverick hc requests #ask answered

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daylightaftertherain · 1 year

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ok ok sea bestie

i know i sent one of these to you yesterday but i'm also lowkey losing my mind over how wilmon coded the great war is so

let's get into it

My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battle underground

(coming back after break at the beginning of s2 but then again at the end of s2. just how the whole thing feels like a fight against everyone else except for them)

All that bloodshed, crimson clover Uh-huh, sweet dream was over My hand was the one you reached for All throughout the Great War Always remember Uh-huh, tears on the letter I vowed not to cry anymore If we survived the Great War

(just how after everything, they still came back to each other again. they couldn't help but reach for each other. they're each other's safe space, despite everything that happened between them)

You drew up some good faith treaties I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone You said I have to trust more freely

(definitely more simon coded in this verse. like how he's so used to trying to deal with things by himself)

maybe it's the past that's talkin' Screamin' from the crypt Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did

(this gives me, locker room fight vibes)

It turned into something bigger Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

(august and sara and that whole scene on the gun range)

Looked up at me with honor and truth Broken and blue, so I called off the troops That was the night I nearly lost you I really thought I lost you

(when simon is walking away from wille in that scene following the whole gun range scene but ALSO this could apply to when wille decides to "let simon go" at the valentines dance)

I vowed I would always be yours

(the end shot and sequence of s2)

they make me go INSANE

that's all for this one but it DOES make me lose my mind when i think about it too hard

-miels 💜✨

miels my love I'm so sorry this is so late but here are my thoughts to this stupidly wilmon-coded song <3

okay intro is actually giving me strong s1 vibes. "my knuckles were bruised like violets" wille was in a literal fight and is metaphorically fighting with the crown over going to hillerska. he texts his mother asking to go back at night, aka "cursed you as I sleep-talked." "spineless in my tomb of silence" like how he didn't say anything for simon during the denial (which I know isn't his fault but this song is simon's pov so)

and YES the chorus is sooooo s2 them, with the way they keep finding each other and trusting each other unconciously and relying on each other like oh my god ahsgfjdgkd

also "drew my curtains closed" is such a simon lyric. yknow that comparison between hiw he got thicker curtains after the video? yeah. and "I vowed not to cry anymore" could mean so many things because simon's dealt with so much shit, not just from the video, and he never allows himself to be vulnerable around people outside of his close circle, and we see his past affect him throughout the show

and the way taylor sings "somewhere in the haze/got a sense I'd been betrayed" ugh I KNOW simon would be all over this song

okay now for the BRIDGE it's literally just the valentine ball in song form I swear to god, even down to the "broken and blue" line and wille's color palette including blue. also the verse after the bridge??? "say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair" religious and war imagery+wilmon my BELOVED (also the poppy symbolizes remembrance for people lost to a war - erik, august, and sara??). "there's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair," is basically s2 wilmon looking back on the morning after their first time, after all the golden lighting has drained from their lives and they realize what happened that morning.

anyway I love this song and I love you and your asks mwah <3

-💛✨

#ask #allthefakepeople #young royals #the great war

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bocadelicate · 2 years

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think i know where you belong (think i know it's with me)

“Would it be awkward if I told you that I really want to kiss you right now?”

If anything, he didn’t expect the subtle smirk plastered on Hari’s face — she was so attractive — as she replied, “Would it be awkward if I kissed you right back?”

hatae, 1.1k words, childhood friends, high school au, inspired by you belong with me by taylor swift ! also on ao3.

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1 | 2 (you are here!) | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

oh, i remember you driving to my house

in the middle of the night

Taemoo knew he shouldn’t have been surprised by the fact that his grandfather had started yet another argument, especially since it was about his parents. The two of them really hadn’t been getting along very well together for the past couple of months, but today had been the worst.

Tears threatened to stream down his face as he nearly slammed his head against the steering wheel. The self deprecating thoughts reentered his mind and he couldn’t stop the bulge in his throat from growing.

“You’ll never be good enough for this family”, his grandfather had said before he had left. “You were the reason why your parents passed away, and you are the reason they’re not here today. You should be ashamed of yourself for having the nerve to stand here.”

And to think his grandfather was the one who saved him from dying himself.

He exhaled and took out his phone out of his pocket, swallowing another gulp of air as he unlocked it and opened the messages app. He knew she was probably asleep, but it was worth a shot, right?

taemoo today at 2:32am

are you awake?

Surprisingly, she responded within seconds. Was she doing homework? He wouldn’t be surprised if she was. Out of the two of them, Hari had always been the smarter one, whereas he’d always been more interested in sports, like her younger brother Hamin. The two of them were on the boys track team at their school, so whenever they had practices, Hari would do her homework on the bleachers.

They were in very different cliques, but they had been friends since they were in Ms. Park’s Cooking Class for Kids together all the way when they were three years old, and he didn’t plan on stopping now. Hari was his rock, his best friend, his everything. He would be nothing without her.

hari today at 2:33am

yeah. working on a chem assignment for ms kim

why whats up?? is everything ok??

taemoo???

what happened do i need to come get u

hamin’s at a sleepover i can do whatever i want

He chuckled and responded to her messages with a fond expression.

taemoo today at 2:35am

sorry. lost my train of thought.

what about your parents?

hari today at 2:35am

i saw that topic change

they’re at some chicken convention this entire week

something about getting new ideas for the shop

lowkey very glad we don’t live on top of the store anymore

that would be awful

taemoo today at 2:37am

if it’s not a hassle, i’d like to come over

grandfather and i had an argument

hari today at 2:37am

i see

i’ll come down and unlock the door when u get here :)

taemoo today at 2:38am

you’re the best you know that

hari today at 2:38am

i try <3

taemoo today at 2:38am

i'm the one who makes you laugh

when you know you're 'bout to cry

Taemoo couldn’t help but feel guilty as he pressed the doorbell and the door immediately opened, revealing a visibly tired Hari. Had he woken her up? Was the chemistry homework a cover up? Was she lying to him too?

“Taemoo?” His head snapped back to hers, her big brown eyes flooded with concern. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Suddenly it felt as though his throat had closed up and his mouth was glued shut. He had never been an emotional personal in his life ever, minus when his parents passed away, but in that moment, staring in Hari’s eyes, he couldn’t help but let the burning sensation he had been holding back for so long let go. It felt almost soothing for the tears to finally streak his skin.

He felt the pressure of Hari’s smaller arms wrap around him as she let him into the house, leading them into the living room. His limbs felt weak and even with her supporting him, he couldn’t help but nearly topple over as soon as his body touched the leather couch.

“You’re going to be okay,” she whispered into his ear, repeating it like a mantra as she rubbed his back gently. “Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.”

A small part of him hoped she kept her promise and a small smile painted his face in return.

and i know your favorite songs

and you tell me 'bout your dreams

think i know where you belong

think i know it's with me

“Do you want to distract yourself?”

Taemoo blinked. He and Hari had been cuddling — platonically, or whatever that was — for nearly an hour, and he was so close to falling asleep right then and there. “Distract myself with what?”

She ran her fingers through his hair gently, and a warm feeling burned in his cheeks. What? “We could sing to some songs. It’s bad luck to sleep at three in the morning, anyways, so we can karaoke until, like, four or something. It’ll be fun!”

He grasped her left hand gently, pressing a kiss onto the back of it, completely oblivious to the way her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink. “That sounds fun. What songs do you have in mind?”

Her smile definitely mirrored his as she slowly lifted him off of her and extended her hand out. “Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?”

He bit back a chuckle at her obvious adoration for Taylor Swift and let her lift him up. “Been here all along, so, why can't you see? You belong with me,” he sang quietly, extending the last vowel.

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know, baby?” Her eyes lingered on his for a beat longer, and Taemoo swallowed. He couldn’t deny it much longer, could he?

“You belong with me, have you ever thought just maybe,” she sang sweetly, and he couldn’t help but watch the way her lips moved. So sweet, so pink, so cute, so kissable.

“You belong with me? You belong with me.” Their faces were so close to each other as they finished out together, and he couldn’t help the words that came out of him next.

“Would it be awkward if I told you that I really want to kiss you right now?”

If anything, he didn’t expect the subtle smirk plastered on Hari’s face — she was so attractive — as she replied, “Would it be awkward if I kissed you right back?”

His smile lifted up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Would you like to find out?”

She answered by capturing his lips with hers, his senses immediately taken over by the familiar taste of vanilla and grapefruit, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

#shri writes #business proposal #kdramas #a business proposal #kim sejeong #sejeong #ahn hyoseop #ahn hyo seop #ioi #hatae #taeri #kang taemoo #kang taemu #shin ha ri #shin hari #kdrama #gugudan

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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miscommunication. [ childe x reader ]

prompt: “ok, don’t hate me, but i kind of told them we were dating.” w/ childe from my 2.5k event prompt list! pairing: childe x gn!reader warnings: reader is a harbinger with a cryo delusion. reader is scary/intense in a typical way you'd expect a harbinger to be word count: 1.1k words

a/n: good luck to those of you rolling for childe! or rosaria this is absolutely 100% a crack fic im sorry to whoever requested this. i just wanted to write a fic where childe was lowkey scared of the reader but in like... a Good Way.

"hey! tartaglia!" you yell upon seeing a familiar head of ginger hair weaving in-and-out amongst the fatui's ranks. childe wasn't hard to spot due to his distinct uniform, but his height was what made him stick out from the rest of the crowd. amongst the fatui, the eleventh harbinger was your closest friend and the only one you even spoke to outside of work-related events, but now, he's at the top of your list of people that you wanted to fight.

blue eyes glance back at you before quickly tearing themselves away. upon recognizing who exactly was yelling his name, childe quickens his pace as he rushes away from you. he nearly trips over some startled subordinates in the process, but they only mutter apologies for childe's own mistake in an attempt to get away from one of his fellow harbingers: you.

"get back here, tartaglia!" you order, briskly walking forward and rudely shoving past your underlings in an attempt to get closer to childe. childe, however, does not listen, and as he fearfully looks back behind him to see you rapidly gaining on him, he lets out a nervous bark of a laugh in shock.

then, he does the most irksome thing possible. childe breaks out into a sprint.

you yell multiple expletives as you chase after him and the lower-ranking fatui agents around you watch you two in absolute terror. as you chase him down the hallways of northland bank, finally breaking out of the throng of fatui soldiers, childe begins to laugh like the utterly annoying man he is.

the chase finally stops when he dives into a meeting room and you hear the click of a lock, forcing you to stay outside. this was your bank. the eleventh harbinger was just here on a little vacation assignment. but you? you were in liyue full time. how dare he lock you out of a part of your own building? but hey, you decide to give him a chance.

you knock gently on the door. three nice, completely calm raps of the knuckles against the polished wood. no more, no less.

"ajax," you call sweetly, hoping that it'll weaken his defenses. "could you be a dear and open the door?"

you hear an astonished laugh come from within the room.

"fuck no," you hear childe say. "you're just going to kill m-"

you don't wait for him to finish. instead, you use your cryo delusion, gifted to you by the tsarista herself, to freeze the lock off the door of your own building. it falls to ground, shattered from the intensity of the cryo energy coursing through it. from within, you can hear frantic shuffling around and you decide to toy with your friend a bit by standing outside the door for a few minutes. when the shuffling finally dies down, you enter the meeting room.

crouched underneath the meeting table, hydro daggers in hand, rests childe, who looks up at you with wild eyes and a crazed grin on his face. of course he looked excited at your threatening stance, especially as you unsheathed your own sword, slamming it down into the ground in front of him, ripping through the rug and splintering the wood flooring. pure anger coursed through your veins as you crouched down to your fellow harbinger's eye level, hand still resting on the hilt of your sword.

"tartaglia," you say, coldly. "why did signora congratulate me for getting in a relationship with you?"

childe lets out a nervous laugh, yet his eyes are unreadable as he smiles at you. the eleventh harbinger is as insufferable as he is adorable, especially when you are one of the few things that can make him actually fearful. you had never really understood why, but always used it to your advantage -- even now.

"i'm losing my patience," you say, hand slackening on the hilt of your sword and falling lazily to your side.

"you haven't already lost it?" childe asks and you stick your tongue out at him. he lets out a soft laugh in return. "alright, alright, but you're not allowed to get mad at me."

"me? mad?" you laugh, placing a hand on your chest. "never. i always control my temper."

childe stares at you blankly and the two of you fall into silence as he slowly comes to terms with the fact that you weren't going to agree to his terms. he clears his throat and speaks nonetheless.

"okay, okay, don't hate me, but i kind of told them we were dating," childe says, holding up his hands in faux-surrender. you tilt your head slightly and stare at him.

"why?" you ask. childe clears his throat yet again, a flustered red hue appearing on his face.

"well, scaramouche and dottore were going on and on about how everyone around them is too weak to fall in love with a harbinger and i thought it was lame of them to say, so i said that we were dating to spite th-" childe begins, but you cut him off.

"no. why didn't you just ask me out?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him and leaning in just a bit closer. at your words, childe falters, eyes widening and blush darkening to a deep red hue. as if his brain had to reboot, it takes him a whole several seconds to even think of a response.

"w... what?" he breathes and you roll your eyes.

"i mean, i would have said yes," you respond, not bothering to repeat your question. childe stares at you dumbfoundedly, unsure of what to make of your words. his blue eyes scan your features for any hint that you're joking, but he can't seem to find one.

"would you like to g-?" he begins, but you cut him off once more.

"yes. there's this cute traditional snezhnayan food vendor stall that just opened near the port. i would like to try it." you say and you propel yourself upwards, standing tall. with a slight jerk, you manage to rip your sword out of the floorboards and sheath it again. the harbinger doesn't make any moves to chase after you and you smirk down at the table, which now obscures him from your vision.

"i am free this friday night. my shift ends at six, so pick me up at seven. it'll give me time to get ready. does that work for you?" you ask, turning away from him and walking over to the doorway. childe shuffles around, crawling awkwardly out of his defensive spot under the table, hydro daggers long since gone.

"y... yeah. yes! friday at seven. i'll pick you up. that sounds great!" childe says, stumbling over his words as he speaks earnestly. you turn and flash him a smile over your shoulder.

"see you then," you giggle. "ajax."

#childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #childe #genshin impact #axia's writing

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merakiui · 3 years

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welcome to the day a duck ruins your perception of items in genshin impact. i uh. made some items in genshin impact as yandere boys and what they're like sort of?? you could try and burn your eyes now. ;) adepti seekers stove- he's going to be a tsundere no buts or uhts. he's the type of yandere that's trying to be protective and failing miserably everytime. so being impatient and angsty. so, he resorts in kidnapping you instead. but hey look on the bright side! even when you're kidnapped you can have delicious meals and snacks! secretly likes to cook for you a lot, but he won't admit it even in death. just don't question why there's a lingering scent of sleeping potions in your meal and you'll be good as jolly jee! probably wants you to help him in the kitchen, since he once heard that couples do that. would probably give you self esteem issues down the line. "didn't i tell you to not get hurt? are you that much of an idiot?? here. have this it'll lessen the pain just a bit so we can walk back home. just drink it already." windsong lyre- smug bastard, smug shit. he's probably a player or just overly dramatic with everything. maybe he's righteous or something.. likes to show off his music skills a lot. he sucks at it tho. gaslights you probably in public places to add more pressure, because people are staring like you're having a performance or something. calls you love even if he's pissed at you for not listening to him, or accusing him of being toxic or suspecting him of being your stalker that always watches you from your window at 2am! would make you paranoid a lot. loves kissing your cheek and tickling you. he's a closeted pervert. you're gonna have to move in an isolated place too, he will spread rumours of you being his lover. "love, I'm sure that you're just overreacting. plus even if i was the stalker that you're talking about I wouldn't be oh so casually talking to you in public when I could've been hiding! jeez it's like your going crazy." wind-blessed harpastrum- such sweety! just so wholesome bakes you a pie in tuesday sweet. seems patient too but beware he will break your legs when you get a little bit too bratty for his tastes. touch starved too and it shows, that's why he loves to cuddle you lots! really obsessed with what you think of him. if you say you hate him he'll tear up and try to convince you that he's good, but if you pretend that you like him he'll shower you with uncomfortable affection and confessions. really great at making bombs and torture weapons too. probably sewed in a bomb inside your body threatened that he will kill you with it if you leave. bad at darts and archery. if you say that to him he'll laugh and take out his diploma saying that he's too smart for those childish games. he's impulsive in decision making. "haha. you know. you almost escaped from me back there. but hey! now you won't do anything stupid like that ever again if you can't walk." windblume balloon: listen man. im going to be killed but he's an airhead, pun intended right there. probably lowkey manipulative and doesn't even know it yet or chooses to ignore it. protective of you a lot. really delusional to the point that he rationalizes your escape as someone kidnapping you. so say goodbye to whoever poor stranger who was trying to help you escape they'll be greeted by an arrow through their head once he finds you. has a habit of holding your hand because he's afraid you might disappear from his line of sight and leave him all alone. if you let go tho he'll gorilla grip your hand, might crush it too. just very overprotective. he also doesn't know that he's an airhead. yeah."hm? why do i like holding you hand..? i just like it.. your hand makes me feel... uh. safe..? is that the word for it? ah. it was the word loved." wind catcher- he's a full on sadist. throw all of your escape plans out the window, this guy will climb a mountain and ride any wind current available to catch and torture you. persistently trying to make you like him atleast a bit. yeah, he's that kind of delusional. would teasingly push you

of a cliff as a 'light' punishment. dark humour and likes to joke about killing you from time to time. note: he can kill you. and he would also do it by ripping you in half with the wind current so just stay in his house and be a good lover that'll shower him in kisses, okay? okay. he mostly sees you as a tool of interest, but not just any tool- you're his favourite tool. "pfft! hey stop crying now! you're making me feel bad! hm? oh? why am i doing this? well i mean maybe I'm angry that someone was trying to escape. again." warming bottle- he will absolutely leave you in the cold if you were being a brat towards him. lives in dragonspine to spite you, also because he can just turn take away your blankets and anything that can give warmth so you gotta ask him to cuddle you to survive. he usually does this when he's feeling a little petty. which is so frequent. that you can almost give it a schedule. but don't tell him that. kind of a tsundere but only when it comes to physical affection since he's shy. that's why he has to take away your blankets so it looks like he's just mocking you but not because he's touch starved. he's not at home that much too but don't worry, he will make it up to you by uh.. physical activities.. "what? you're freezing? no shit we're in dragonspine. oh? you want me to hug you..? hm. fine. I'll indulge you for a bit. I am quite merciful." parametric transformer- businessman that scams you a lot lol. he's going to be a masochist because i said so, yeah i know the electric stone thing gag that's why i made him a masochist. really likes to collect useless stuff and spoiling you, so expect your room to be filled with a lot of random things from jewelry to mushrooms and crabs. has a you should be grateful i even give stuff mindset. thinks that giving someone something of vaue would make them fall in love with him instantly. also probably loves it when you fight back especially when you successfully land a hit on him, he will enjoy it. but be careful he has different responses whenever you hit him. pick your poison. spends a ton of resources on everything to keep you in line. that rope costed him 700 pinecones. "why do you even wanna escape? i give you a ton of stuff so you won't get bored! hah. maybe if i had picked up someone else they would've been grateful." portable waypoint- throw out your escape plans the season sequel. he's very quiet but has a small temper that won't last that much. maybe he's like that since he tries so hard to repress it. listen he's trying okay? escape always fails so quickly. one minute you're in springvale shouting, crying, begging for anyone to help you and then back to his house to see him sipping some tea. his punishments are cruel too- he makes sure to leave you in a den of monsters and ruin guards, waits until your in the brink of death and teleports you back to him. has a superiority complex over everyone too. probably likes to make you feel weak when you have to rely on him. loves to crush your self esteem. wants to be affectionate but thinks that you, as an inferior being, should be affectionate with him instead. so tsun. "see? this is what i was trying to tell you. you're too weak to actually survive out there. you even had to rely on me to save you. pathetic." memento lens- mysterious and elegant. he's quite cryptic to say the least. likes to watch you from a far if he's feeling a bit angsty. you try to make sense of what he says and it just leads to you being confused even more. and he likes that about you. you actually try to understand him, even if what you guess is wrong. you're going to have a tough time with this guy if you wanna escape. just avoid any fox statues and you'll be good. the problem is the shrine maidens. they basically want the two of you to end up together so they don't have to deal with him. he's actually very gentle with you punishments still suck but atleast he doesn't do it physically, he just makes you write that you're sorry over and over until your wrist are tired. loves poetry and solving puzzles, riddles, scriptures. he's

smart but soft. "spring blossoms even in the darkest depths of uncertainty, is that why you have the courage to try and escape me..?" kamera- perfectionist stalker. wants to make sure that the photos he takes of you are perfect to every extent. colour, lighting, and expressions. even if it means going inside your room and having the possibility of waking you up from your sleep. likes to take pictures of everything too. kind of like this; both of you are walking somewhere and he stops to take a picture of a sunset. he takes twenty minutes trying to find the correct angle. but the sun is already gone so he sulks. maybe- you can cheer him up by volunteering to be his model? you'll do that? right? also worships you like a god so if someone dared to even say something breath near you or celestia forbid insult you, best to say they'll be quickly disposed of by blackmail and fake shit. would not steal any of your belongings, he would just take pictures of it. so he's not that bad. "i consider everything in this world is beautiful, but you have surpassed that. so that is why im keeping you here. no one deserves even a glimpse of you!" waverider toolbox- he's such a gentlemen and a sweetheart. always there to help you with repairs, sometimes he'd add some updates to it too. just ignore the stuff going missing inside your boat thing. he probably guilt-gaslight you into staying with him in his waverider then bam your in an island stranded. ahaha, now both of you just have to survive by working together ya know? like a loving couple likes hugs and physical affection a lot! bonus points if it's given when he's tired from doing his job. as i said tired guy so appreciates all the things you do for him whether it's paying for his meal or giving him a gift. next time, he'll make sure that you won't leave the island permanently. thinks that stranded island equals date smh. " ahh? oh! is this for me? really? thank you.. i don't usually receive gifts but that just makes this even more special! say, do you wanna go on a trip? i just fixed the waverider from last time." red feather fan- mischievous little shit. likes to scare you a lot by appearing on trees and just jumping on you. knows that you're trying to escape but pretends not to since he likes to try and guess which direction you would run to. hugs you a lot even before he kidnaps you really touchy even if you say no he'll use the good ol puppy eyes! doesn't work? okay he'll just smell your clothes when you're sleeping as compensation. he likes to flirt with you a lot. some pickup are cheesy.. but others are a little- personal? acts cool by making a dramatic entrance everytime even. you know those radical superhero landing stuff? that's him. he would build a nest as your house even being a dick and placing it on top of a mountain, goodluck on trying to get down. "caught you! going to the shore was so predictable by the way. maybe you should try a different place next time, dear? hm? maybe a restaurant so we can have date? sounds great right?" serenitea pot- unhinged malewife that wants to make a the perfect living space for you- ehem. probably a perfectionist if you squint hard enough. he's delusional but just a little lucid about the stuff he does to you. likes to make a ton of furniture too! personalized the room you're trapped in with a ton of valuable and expensive materials. just don't try to escape he'll cut your limbs off just like a damn tree shawtie. owns a shit ton of pets ranging from boars to cats. all of them are like bodyguards to you during your stay. dreams about having a peaceful life with you in the realm someday, sigh. he sometimes has burnouts where he just places a bunch of furniture on a single room and call it a day. "and here is your room! do.. do you like it? i made it just for you! i didn't know what wood you would prefer so i just settled on whatever i can find! ahaha. we're kind of like a married couple living together now... right?" nre menu- he's probably going to be from the adventurers guild. really awkward and shy. takes for him a long time to

open up to you. when going on quests he's the one in charge of carrying the food and healing shit you need. really patient and nice! slightly uh mean with other people trying to talk to you but other than that everything is normal. everything is normal the long loving gaze he gives you every now and then and some food being left on your doorstep. yeah let's not question it i mean he's just so shy! he would never do anything wrong? right?? he's a closeted pervert, cliche i know but he's a pervert with a line to not cross. he just checks you out. good for him. would cry if given any ounce of affection. sweet baby. "t-that was a tough commission.. oh u-uh.. do you need some food to replenish your energy? we need to do the other commissions you know.. hm? why aren't you eating it.. something wrong with the food..?" seelies- spoiled. that's the word to describe him. really straight forward with his courting kind of dumb? but he's so damn lucky for some unknown reason that your plans to avoid him always fail. yeah the high quality rope you just bought for 1000 mora? it broke and you fell into his arms. he's probably rich by sheer dumb luck too. finds a ton treasure chests even in the places you didn't expect. people pressure you into spending time with him. since he's just so cute! how could say no to such a face? it really feels like the gods are on his side ya know? he throws a lot of very very aggressive tantrums if you're not with him. thinks he's doing a good job at courting you, with rationalize rejection as a playing hard to get. "tada! look i got you this crystal i found while i was walking! it looks like a diamond and it has a ton of colours too?? is it valuable?? would you kiss me if i give it to you??" endora- majestic, regal, and likes to explore a lot. he uh. probably trapped you in a bubble once or twice too. really curious about his surroundings, also has no personal space since it's first time going out. he would cuddle you when he feels like it homie. kidnapped you and made you his tour guide. don't try to fool him he learns quickly about stuff. fast swimmer, so no joining any expeditions in water if you don't want their ship to be wrecked by a mysterious being of the teyvat seas. he likes to see you cry. it's not a kink he just feels connected to you when you cry. doesn't have a house so you just live in a run down boat. he's doesn't know when you're lying to him sometimes. god complex bastard. "this world. at first i wasn't sure if i was going to like it or not, but ever since I've met you... I've grown to tolerate some parts.. so you should be thankful, you've convinced me. mortal." intertwined fate/older twin- listen. he's just so smug about everything he does. and he knows you love him. probably invites you out on dinner only for him to not show up. so basically he's an asshole without a doubt. toxic boyfriend that gives you false hope and has a ton of admirers. you probably think he won't settle for you right? ah, he's not that cruel. so picks you as his lover out of all the billions of people. you should be grateful! he even kidnapped you! do you know how hard it was for him to go all the way from his home to yours? anyways yeah. asshole. he likes to do the open the door for darling trick where he just gives you a small crack on the door and watch you make a decision. it's an act of your loyalty. if you escape he'll make you feel pain. if you don't then he'll reward your patience. god complex bastard 2."sigh. did you try to escape? again? patience is the key to everything you know. maybe you should learn that. i expected more smart from you." acquaint fate/younger twin- cinnamonroll he's such a sweet guy. he's always there for you when you need him. okay- he has a nice guy complex, fucking damn it. probably uses the but I've been there for you since the start trick unintentionally a lot. he just doesn't know he wants some action, so be thankful that he didn't just jump on you like a barbarian. he's kind of contradicting himself too. one hand he wants you to love him, on the other hand he doesn't

believe he deserves you. loves to give you the same things, remember that one painting you liked from two years ago? he got you that. quantity beats quality. surprisingly, he's really patient but would have bursts of anger every now and then. has a self value issues?? yeah, but did i tell you he's a touch starved guy. punshments are just him softly lecturing you about what's good and what's wrong."i always viewed myself as inferior, that i didn't deserve anything.. but this time. i want to be greedy just once." that's it- :'D i haven't proofread this but here you go mer! ill probably continue with more humanisations of items in genshin later.. if you ask why i ruined your day with this crazy idea i was watching that one video of a person humanising social media and got this idea. also i discovered how to bold out texts... i have power..ejwjdhshaj

so yeah have a great day! -🦆anon

I AM IN AWE?!?! WHOA OMG!!!!! 🦆, THIS IS FANTASTIC!! AAAAAA (≧∀≦)

All of the various characterizations… *chef’s kiss* It’s literally so good! With each one I read I kept thinking okay this guy is my favorite and then I would read the next description and my heart was stolen again. I can’t pick a favorite now. T_T

#chit chat #yandere #🦆 anon #meraki faves #YOU HOLD SO MUCH POWER #AND YOUR BRAIN IS IMMENSELY GALAXY #BECAUSE WOW OMG I AM IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTERIZATIONS

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ukai-simp-services · 3 years

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just tonight

oikawa tōru x fem!reader warnings: smoking weed, cursing, degrading/humiliating, nsfw and smut ofc, corruption kink, slight biblical references, y/n is kinda bitchy, voyeurism, temp/heat play, high during intercourse, choking, dumbdification. a/n: i literally don’t even like smoking or care for it at all BUT THIS FUCKING IDEA CAME TO MY HEAD AND OOOHH BOY. so here’s an alternate universe oikawa being a mf bad boy stoner with piercings and tattoos, and lowkey an asshole.

fake friends, fake fucking friends, you thought to yourself. you were standing outside of the loud - practically vibrating - club. the one that your friends invited you to; yet here you were, alone while they were driving away with sloppy looking men that just wanted to hook up with them.

bass-boosted music rang through your ears, while the ground you walked on literally shook from the bouncing club. you felt a wave of goosebumps rise on your skin, the dress you were wearing was a little too short and it didn't help that the sleeves were spaghetti straps. it was only the beginning of summer, a late june night with a chilling breeze. not to mention, you were two fucking hours away from home, you had no car and a dead phone. the best you could hope for was that someone was kind enough to call a cab for you, or an uber - but there was no one around, except for the people inside the club that you could no longer enter.

“someone looks lost~” a low, yet teasing voice came from behind you.

you whipped your head around; taken aback by the sudden voice, but felt slightly relieved when you were greeted by the presence of a young man.

“yeah, i guess you could say that...” your voice was timid as you trailed off, still nervous of this unknown man gracing your presence.

“’s not safe for a pretty girl like you to be walking around this area with that lost look on your face, you could attract some bad news.” he stepped closer and closer to you, almost hesitantly.

“like you?” you cocked an eyebrow back at him, gesturing to the array of large, black tattoos littering his arms.

he clicked his tongue at you, ”should someone like you really be judging others by their looks?” the stranger got uncomfortably closer and you could see that his eyes resembled a warm brown color and his fluffy hair matched them. his face certainly didn't match the rest of his appearance.

“someone like me? i look exactly like what i am, a girl who's stranded with no phone or car and could use a nice person to call her a cab home. get lost, creep.” you practically spat back.

you spun on your heel and began walking away, you half expected him to chase after you and snatch you into the darkness of an ally, and half expected him to just give up and walk away. your speed-walking was put to a halt when he did neither of those things, when he started laughing hysterically. you spun around quickly out of curiosity to see him doubled over, crouched down on the ground trying to get a grip on himself.

“what's so funny?” you were both pissed and skeeved out, what the hell was this asshole creepy laughing at you for?

he began wiping the tears from his eyes dramatically, “nothing, sorry. it’s just that girls like you are so stereotypical. always looking down on men like me, always thinking you're better than everyone else. it’s just kinda funny instead of insulting.”

you were at a loss for words, did you really come off that bitchy? and didn't you have a right to? he was the one lurking in the shadows.

“i'd call you a cab, but i left my phone at home. i could go get it and come back?”

somehow, you weren't convinced he’d let you go that easy. something about his tone when he first approached you, was just too teasing and insinuating.

“no thanks, i can find someone else to call one for me.” you nervously tugged at the chain on your purse, you knew that was a damn lie. the streets were empty, and this man was your only hope.

he smirked, a knowing look planted on his face. he wouldn't push, but he knew you'd have to resort to his help in the end.

“suit your self.” he treaded away slowly, eagerly expecting your plea to come.

you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, he wasn't going to keep pushing you? was he not just saying how unsafe the streets were for a young girl like you?

“actually- wait.” you stammered hesitantly, embarrassed that you needed his attention again.

he turned around swiftly, a small smirk gracing his lips - smugly trying to hold back a grin.

“i'm sorry, could you please call me a taxi?” you failed to notice his sly expression.

“sure thing, but will you be safe here on your own while i get my phone?” he feigned the worry in his voice and the twinkle in his eyes.

you bit your lip, hesitant to pick your next words.

“how long would you be?”

“should be a 10 minute walk there, another 10 minutes back.”

“so, 20 minutes?”

“yes, around 20.” the mysterious man toyed with something between his long, slender fingers, barely giving you a glance.

“oh...” you looked around awkwardly, you thought 20 minutes might be too long. who knows what kind of person would approach you, plus it felt like the breeze against your so very exposed legs was getting colder by the minute.

he looked up to catch your nervous gaze.

“of course, you could join me on the walk, wait outside my house when we get there.” he pursed his lips, making it look like he had just thought up the idea with no further intentions.

no, no fucking way you would go with him.

but in his gaze, you caught something. a glint in his eyes; trust, comfort.

your better judgement faltered as you lost yourself in the charm he held in his eyes, the start to many more risks you would take that night.

despite his eccentric look; piercings littering his ears, leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, obscene tattoos and all black attire - he had a deep warmth in his eyes. and you may have felt so stupid in the moment, but you found yourself trusting that warmth.

“okay, can't be worse than staying here alone right?”

he chuckled, “right.”

but were you actually wrong?

the walk to his apartment was quiet, mostly because you were nervous he was gonna snap and pull a knife out and murder you in an ally.

“you know, you don't have to walk 10 feet away from me, right?” the guy looked over his shoulder and squinted his eyes at you.

you bit your lip, deciding to stride a little closer to him - making a more comfortable distance.

“i don't even know your name, mystery man.”

he chuckled, stepping to the side a little to give you more room to walk.

“neither do i, mystery woman.”

“wouldn't you like to know, i asked first anyway.”

you were now walking by his side, a little more confident than you were before. your fingers held themselves behind your back, purse still hooked over your shoulder.

“it’s oikawa, tōru oikawa.” his eyes flickered up to yours, hopeful for you to open up and tell him your name too.

“told me your full name huh, i guess i should too.” you rocked on your heels nervously. you were still uneasy about telling him your full name for some reason, but when you looked into his orbs of warm chocolate brown, you felt like you could trust this man with your life.

“l/n y/n.”

he smirked, looking up ahead at the road again, “pretty name, definitely suits a pretty girl.”

you rolled your eyes at his sudden flattery, he seemed to do a lot of that - you noticed.

the two of you continued walking for a few more minutes, casual conversation bouncing off each other. you noticed he began to slow down his faster walking pace when you both reached a tall apartment building.

“we’re home.” he winked at you.

“oh shut it, don’t take too long please. it’s so cold...” you hopped from foot to foot and rubbed your exposed biceps with your hands.

oikawa thought for a moment - running his tongue over his teeth while contemplating how to make what he was about to say not sound creepy.

“why don’t you come in with me? it’d only take a second and i don’t trust the people around this area to leave you alone out here.”

you paused for a moment, you were usually very street smart and would know exactly how to avoid this situation. if he were any other guy, you’d just say ‘no thanks, i can handle myself’ and refuse his offer - but his eyes, why were you so allured by his eyes? what was it about him that you trusted?

“it’s okay if you’re uncomfortable, i’ll be quick and you can wait out here-“

“no, wait. i'll come, just...don’t pull anything weird, kay?” you were readjusting your purse on your shoulder as you hesitantly stepped closer to the apartment door.

“of course, i’d never.” there was a glint of mischief in his eye after the words left his lips, but you didn’t notice it.

after oikawa let you into his apartment, you were greeted by the strongest smell of weed in your life - and a lot of loud talking and laughter. you were just about ready to turn on your heel and leave.

“sorry ‘bout that, my friends are really loud.” oikawa apologized and locked the door behind you.

you waved him off, dismissing his apology. you didn’t care about his loud friends, you were just bothered by the disgusting scent of marijuana that hit your nostrils. you wouldn’t tell him that though, at least not yet.

you followed oikawa into the living room; also known as the source of where the horrid smell was coming from. the room was dimly lit and felt bigger than it looked. there was an L-shaped brown couch in the center of the room being occupied by 3 men - seemingly the same age as oikawa and yourself.

“hey guys, this is y/n. she got lost and needs me to call her a ride home. do you guys know where my phone is?” oikawa spoke to the men in front of you, they all seemed to immediately drop their conversation the second oikawa walked in.

“nah man, i dunno.” a boy with short light brown hair spoke up while twiddling a blunt between his fingers.

oikawa sighed and ran a hand through his hair, quickly scanning the room for his phone before looking back at you.

“wait here for a sec while i go look in my room, kay?” he raised an eyebrow at you before hearing your response.

you would’ve snorted at the tall man with tattoos and ripped jeans using the term “kay”, if it weren’t for the intimating group of men staring you down at the moment.

“sure.” you forced a nod, signaling oikawa to exit the room.

you looked around the room awkwardly, hands clasped together against your thighs. you weren’t sure how long he would take, and you certainly weren’t up for small talk with these ‘troublesome’ looking guys.

“take a seat, we don’t bite.” the man with messy black hair and thick eyebrows chuckled at you.

yeah right, “that’s ok, i-“

“i insist.” his voice was deep and his eyes were burning holes into your own. you weren’t sure how someone so high could come off so serious.

you swallowed down your nerves and took a seat on the far right of all the boys on the couch, plopping down next to one of the quieter men; he had spiky black hair and wore a denim jacket.

“so, ‘kawa’s picking up strangers off the street n bringing 'em into our apartment now, eh?” the man next to you spoke up, plucking the blunt from his friends fingers and placing it between his own lips.

the light-haired man laughed, following it with a cough from previously inhaling the smoke, “wouldn’t be much of a surprise, knowing him.”

you wrinkled your nose at their laughter. you tried to be polite, you really did, but you simply didn't belong here; didn't belong in a room with these ‘delinquents’.

“i am not, ‘from the streets’, for your information. i don't even live around here, i was just clubbing with my friends, but they-”

“yeah yeah, we get it. you're a typical stuck-up girl who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.” the light-haired boy (it would really help if they told you their names) mocked you in a high-pitched voice.

“i'm not stuck up, i just-” he kept cutting you off.

“oh please, the second you walked in here, you were sticking up your nose at us, looking us up and down with a disapproving glare. you're just that kind of girl, face it.”

the messy-haired man chuckled lowly at his friend’s joke and added, “just oikawa’s type!”

“that's enough, you two.” the quieter man next to you spoke up for a second time, giving the other two men a threatening glare.

you swallowed awkwardly as the room became quiet, only the soft sounds of sucking in smoke from the blunt being passed around were heard.

you were busy absentmindedly picking at the polish on your nails, a nervous habit, when a small orange glow next to your head caught your eye.

“you wanna hit?” the guy next to you was holding the blunt out for you to grab, the strong smell getting a little too close to your nostrils.

you scrunched your nose at his offer, shaking your head to further decline.

“no thanks, i don't really do that stuff.”

the spikey-haired male nodded - accepting your decision and taking an extra hit himself, when you heard a chuckle come from behind him.

“god, she really is a prude.” the voice of the impudent light-haired man spoke again.

you were just about ready to bite back a reply, but the man sat in-between the two men with the deeper voice beat you to it.

“makki, bet you 10 bucks she was only at that club for a half-hour before she was beggin’ her friends to go. that's probably why they ditched her stuck-up ass.” the boys cackled in unison at their stupid jokes. if they weren't pissing you off so much, you might even had found their cackles funny.

“makki, mattsun, shut your mouths.” the man next to you rose his voice slightly. you were thankful that he was sticking up for you, but there was no way you'd let it go without defending yourself.

“ha, sorry that i actually have my life together and don't need a mind-altering drug to live my every day life. you guys are the pathetic ones, not me.” you laughed bitterly at them. what you were saying was only half true; you didn't have your life together and you couldn't care less if people that weren't you did mind-altering drugs, but you did think they were pathetic.

3 pairs of eyes widened in your direction in response your bitchy remark, they knew they had it coming - yet they were still surprised to hear it.

“please, humble yourself sweetheart. you aren't any better than us for not doing drugs.” the man with dark hair, presumably mattsun, laughed coldly at you whilst leaning further back into the cushion of the couch.

“yeah, you're only missing out.” the man called makki chimed in.

“missing out? oh please, on what? a fried brain? smelly breath? black lungs? yeah, i think I'm doing just fine.” you leaned back against the couch, content with the newfound confidence you held. you weren't normally this snappy with people you first met, so this was quite a shift in your usual dynamic.

this time, all three boys laughed at you, this included the quieter man who's name you still did not know.

“oh darling, you're cracking me up. just say that you're a prude and go, you're honestly embarrassing yourself.” makki pushed your argument further.

“yeah, you shouldn't knock something before you try it. just because you're a virgin doesn't mean you have to act-”

“what makes you think that im a virgin? what does weed have to do with my sex life, like at all?” your voice was getting defensively higher and you were now leaning over the man in between you and makki and mattsun to get your point across.

“you're not a virgin because you don't smoke weed, but you don't smoke weed because you're a virgin.” makki put it bluntly, staring straight at you with a completely blank face. the two boys next to him chuckled at his stupidity. you were completely dumbfounded.

“you're joking right? this has to be a joke. you can't seriously think that i’m some prude who's never had sex before just because i've never smoked weed before - and never will.” you were crossing your right leg over your left now, lifting your posture significantly to get a better look at the men.

“actually, sweetheart. that's exactly what we think.” mattsun glanced over at you, half-lidded eyes burning into your own.

you felt a shudder run through your body at the nickname, trying your hardest to push down the heat rising to your cheeks and somehow maintain your snarky persona.

“i-”

“found my phone- what is going on here?” oikawa entering the living room interrupted your retaliation, suddenly becoming confused with the obvious tense atmosphere in the room.

“tch, your little prude of a friend over here just called us pathetic for smoking weed.” makki rolled his eyes before placing the blunt between his lips, it was now a quarter of the size it was before when you first entered the home.

“only because your asshole friends were calling me a prude and a virgin for not smoking.” you snapped back immediately, turning your body to face oikawa to make your point.

“asshole friends? that isn't very nice now is it, sweetheart?” mattsun teased you again, using the same nickname that you were shamefully flustered by before.

you opened your mouth to argue back, but oikawa interrupted your spiteful words with a long laugh.

“i knew you were a stereotypical stuck-up girl the second i met you, didn't i y/n? this comes off as no surprise to me.” oikawa’s arms were now crossed and he was eyeing you down from his standing position above you.

“oooh, her name is y/n. just sounds like a prude’s name.” makki proceeded to torment you.

“come on asswipes, be gentlemen.” the quieter man next to you spoke up again for the first time in quite a few minutes.

“sorry, iwa-chan, but i’m gonna have to side with makki and mattsun this time. if y/n wants to act like a little prudent brat, then she’ll just have to be treated like one.” oikawa stepped closer to your spot on the couch, a teasing lilt to his voice.

you were flustered by how fast oikawa’s personality had shifted, he had alluded you to think he was a charming, trustworthy man not even 20 minutes ago. where was that energy now?

“such a stuck-up brat, probably gonna live to be a perfect little virgin mary, yeah? never gonna compromise her health, never gonna sleep with a man, and never gonna commit a sin, isn't that right?” oikawa now stood directly in front of you, legs brushing against yours with your head at eye level with his crotch.

you hesitated for a moment, contemplating if your pride was really worth doing this.

of course it was.

“pass me the fucking blunt.” your head whipped towards makki, holding your hand out towards him, praying to god that he couldn't see how much you were shaking.

makki widened his reddened eyes at you while trying to figure out if you were being serious or not.

“are you deaf? let me take a fucking hit.” your eyes were dead and cold, boring into his surprised ones.

“alright... now that's what i like to see.” makki’s lips curled up into a smirk as he passed you the medium-sized, glowing blunt.

everybody’s eyes were on you as your held the object between your thumb and your pointer finger, mimicking the movements you've seen others do so many times before.

“you sure you can handle the smoke, darling?” oikawa’s voice was anything but caring and sweet, it held a mocking tone laced with faux sympathy.

no, you were very sure that you couldn't, but you were too stubborn to go back now. your pride was on the line and you would be damned if you didn't prove yourself to these four men.

you looked up at oikawa through your thick lashes, placing the blunt between your lips at the slowest, most seductive speed.

“i'm a big girl. i think i'll be alright, kay?

oikawa let a low chuckle out, still staring down at you from his tall position above you with his head slightly tilted to the side.

“we’ll see about that.” his voice came out deeper and smoother than it had before.

you wanted so badly to prove to these assholes that you weren't as prudent as they made you out to be. sure, you were a little pretentious and always stuck your nose up in disapproval when your friends did similar actions that these boys did, but secretly, you always wished you could let yourself loose like everyone else. you were raised to be a perfect, well-behaved girl, so you've always kind of stuck by that title for as long as you knew. just going to clubs, like you did tonight, was totally out of your comfort zone. if tonight was going to be the one night where you let yourself loose, then there was no reason that you couldn't do this, right?

you seemed to underestimate how many hits it would take for a lightweight like you to get even the slightest bit high, all you wanted was a little buzz - just to get these dickheads off your back.

it was only after coughing up an entire lung after your two first hits, that you realized that this might've not been such a good idea.

you set down the glass of water that iwaizumi - the only nice guy out of the bunch - got you from the tap. you were four hits in and absolutely miserable. your entire chest felt on fire and to make matters worse, you didn't even feel high yet - not like you would know what that felt like, anyway.

“nuh-uh, that's enough for you.” oikawa quickly snatched the blunt from your fingers before you could react.

you rolled your eyes, not wanting to back down from what felt like a competition.

“pft, look who's the pussy now.” you reached to grab for the small piece of blunt left in oikawa’s hand, but your slow reaction rate caused you to miss horribly.

“i’m not a pussy, i just know what'll happen to a light-weight like you. if you over-do it you're bound to get sick, and the last thing i need is some random girl who pushed her limits to lose her shit in front of me.” oikawa’s words were harsh, but a playful smirk was planted on his lips.

you weren't having it.

he was right, you had pushed your limits - and oikawa didn't know the half of how stubborn you were. you weren't about to let the guy that was just making fun of you for being so prude, to change his mind and withhold you from proving yourself.

“thanks for the advice, but i promise you i can handle myself.” you spat back at the man hovering over you, proceeding to snatch the blunt back from his hand.

oikawa chuckled and shook his head at you, deciding to take a seat on the coffee table in front of you.

“suit yourself.”

you continued the assault on your lungs; taking long hits of the remainder of the blunt, coughing hysterically, drowning yourself in water, then repeating the process again. you'd think the group of boys would have some complaints about you hogging the last few hits of their weed, but they just sat back and reveled in the sight of you struggling to keep up your pride, entertained at the sight of your flushed cheeks.

it wasn't until you were sucking at practically nothing that you realized you'd finished the blunt, still unsatisfied with the lack of buzz you felt.

“wow that was exactly what I thought it would be, a total waste of money and lung health.” you laughed dryly, leaning back onto the couch in discontent.

“not your money.” mattsun rolled his eyes at you.

“just wait till it hits, she’ll be fucked.” makki laughed loudly at your expense, nodding his head in your direction at mattsun.

all the guys chuckled in unison, they seemed to do that a lot through out the night.

“glad our weed was just a waste to you, maybe buy your own next time.” oikawa’s eyes held mischief in them as they glared at you, a playful scowl on his lips.

“oh i’m sorry, did i waste your precious weed?” you jutted your bottom lip out in a faux pout, your eyes containing an unintentionally seductive glint in them.

oikawa narrowed his eyes back at you, feeding into the little game you were starting.

“yeah, I think you did. how ‘bout you pay up for it, hm sweetheart?” he leaned over his lap, forearms resting on the tops of his thighs and his face nearing closer to yours.

your mouth opened to retort something back, but words failed to come out as your vision started becoming hazy and an urge to laugh started sprouting in your stomach. you couldn't contain the laughter that spilled from your mouth, cheeks heating up and body beginning to feel numb.

“yeah...she’s gone.” iwaizumi chuckled.

oikawa smirked at you, his face still so close to yours that you could faintly feel the warmth of his breath on you.

“no i’m not...” you let out a few more giggles as you felt a numbing feeling take over your arms and legs. you slapped your legs in hopes to regain some feeling in them, giggling once again at how heightened your senses were becoming.

“oh god, wasn't expecting to have to babysit today.” makki groaned from the other side of the couch.

“you literally aren't doing anything.” mattsun prodded back at him.

“true, this is oikawa’s problem now.”

the chesnut-haired man chuckled in front of you, pressing his hands to his knees as he pushed himself off the coffee table.

“there's no way i’m letting you get in an uber tonight, come with me.” he held his hand out in front of your face.

your mind was on a whole different level than his. your vision felt extremely clear, you couldn’t help how your eyes trailed over every tattoo and vein running down oikawa’s hand and forearm right in front of you - mouth unapologetically agape at the sight.

“come on, don't give me a hard time, yeah?” his voice sounded smoother than you ever heard it, it echoed in your brain and overstimulated your senses. you wanted to hear more.

“no.” you pouted, reddening eyes glancing up through your lashes to lock with his.

“no?”

“no.” you were firm, or tried to be, another fit of giggles threatened to bubble out of your throat.

he cocked an eyebrow at you, clearly not following your message.

“want...oikawa...” you were unable to finish your sentence, your brain suddenly forgetting what words were supposed to come next.

he leaned down to your height with his hands propped up against his knees, face merely inches from yours. he held a permanent smirk on his lips and his eyes teased you with faux seduction, oikawa almost always knew what he was doing.

“want me to do what?” his voice was lower than usual, softer too.

“need...” you knew you needed something, you just couldn't think of what.

“yeah? keep going, baby.”

you furrowed your brows in frustration, your brain was a little too hazy for your liking and the small bit of rationality that you still had inside you was getting fed up with how stupid you were acting.

“kiss.” you blurted out, then bit your lip and dropped your gaze as if you just exposed a secret that you weren't supposed to tell anymore.

“a kiss where?” he taunted you, bringing a finger underneath your chin to lift your gaze to his once more.

what felt like a few seconds to you - was almost a full minute in real time, of you staring up at oikawa; mouth agape, eyes hooded, not saying a word.

“everywhere.” he almost couldn't hear you, because of how soft your words came out.

oikawa didn't show it, but his stomach erupted in warmth at your words, that same warmth flooding down to his crotch. he bit his tongue before responding to you, he knew damn well you were in no state of mind to be making these decisions.

but you just looked so pretty sitting below him like that; eyes lidded with the daze from your high mixed with lust, lips parted, and legs crossed to cover up the growing wetness coming from your core.

“mmm, tempting, but i don't particularly enjoy taking advantage of women while they're high.” he sighed, shaking his head in hopes it would get rid of his lewd thoughts.

you pouted in return. sure, the buzz from your high was strong, strong enough to make you regret how bold you were acting when you woke up tomorrow, but not strong enough to have sex with someone you had no interest in. no, you had been looking him up and down all night long. you wanted this, the buzz just gave you the confidence you didn't have before - and who were you not to take this opportunity?

it wasn't just the lack of rationality from your high that made you want this from him, it was the heightened senses. every time you were close to him, everytime his eyes gazed over yours, you felt a million sparks burst through out your body. you were convinced that the second he touched you, your skin would ignite with flames.

you grabbed his hand, pulling him back in to destroy the distance he made between you two.

“i know what i want, and i've wanted this the whole night. despite what you think, i’m not some virgin mary. so are you gonna continue to act like a little pussy, or are you going to fuck mine?”

a gasp was heard from the right of you, makki. he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth after oikawa sent a glare his way.

“and what happens when you regret this tomorrow?” he raised an eyebrow down at you playfully.

“something tells me that, that won't happen... unless, you're saying that it's short?” you questioned him with a gaze that fluttered down to his crotch, then back up to his eyes.

oikawa had to hold back the growl that threatened to escape his lips, and the hand that twitched in anticipation to squeeze your throat.

“oh, it’s most certainly not.”

you had expected oikawa to take you back to his room, at least.

you didn't think he'd wrap his hand around your throat and push you up against the couch right there.

right in front of makki and mattsun.

right next to iwaizumi.

you struggled against the strength of oikawa’s death grip around your neck, unsure if your hazy vision was from the loss of air you were getting or the impending high from the weed.

“you said you wanted to be fucked, right?” oikawa’s words were laced with a venom you hadn't heard from him before, his eyes sadistically glaring down into yours.

you opened your mouth to respond, but your words were cut off with a harsh cough from the painful position you were in.

“c’mon ‘kawa, at least loosen your grip a little.” iwaizumi’s voice of reason brought a warmth to your chest, suddenly grateful for his presence.

oikawa smirked above you, moving his hand from its grip on your throat to mindlessly caress the outside of your breasts, thumb pressing against the material of your dress where your nipples would be.

“fine, but only ‘cause iwa-chan said so.” you glared up at him, your competitive nature fighting the fear of him choking you again.

you cleared your throat, well aware of the burning sensation still evident in your wind pipe, “i said i wanted to be fucked, yes, but not in front of your friends.”

that earned a chuckle from makki and mattsun - and a smirk from oikawa and iwaizumi.

“but i thought you wanted to prove you werent a little prude, i thought you would want to prove my friends wrong - or are you a coward like i predicted?” his thumb and middle finger were now pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress and your bralette, making you squirm underneath him.

you could feel what you only assumed to be the peak of your high reaching, it was making every touch and every word from oikawa feel and sound 10 times better than it would've before. at this point you were willing to fuck him wherever he wanted.

cheeks flushed, and eyes averted to the side - away from oikawa’s face, you muttered a “fine.”

“what was that, sweetheart? i can’t hear you.”

“i said fine.”

makki joined in on the teasing, “wait, what did she say oikawa? i cant hear from all the way over here.”

god, you couldn’t stand these fuckers.

“i said, it’s fucking fine. jesus chri-” your aggrivated screams at the men were soon cut off by oikawa’s tight grip on your jaw, a searing kiss pressed against your lips soon following.

“enough talking, you need to take my dick now.” oikawa was breathless after engaging in the fiery kiss, he was soon found ripping off your dress.

you felt it, you felt the peak of your high approaching. everything felt so fucking good; his hands grazing your body as he ripped your dress off, the burning stares of makki, mattsun, and iwaizumi, and the empty buzz in the back of your head - it all made you feel breathless.

oikawa noticed your dazed out face, he hadn't even fucked you yet and you already appeared to be full of bliss.

“no fair, she’s high out of her mind and i’m sober. do me a favor and roll me a blunt while i eat her out, makki.” oikawa pouted above you, continuing to discard your clothing while he waited for makki to prepare him a blunt.

you may have been peaking, but your mind jumped at the thought of oikawa eating you out. you were suddenly becoming extremely aware of the situation at hand again.

“i- are you sure about-” you stuttered, shaky hands from the numbing feeling of your high came down to grip at the soft panties you wore that oikawa was attempting to rip off.

“‘s the matter? has our little virgin mary never had her pussy licked before?” oikawa smirked down at your burning body, both burning in embarrassment and in an immense amount of desire.

you decided to stay silent, gaze averting to the side once again.

oikawa wasn't having it, he gripped your chin with his free hand - pulling your gaze back to his.

“you were all bark before, where's the bite? don't disappoint me now, y/n” his gaze was intense, to say the least, and your body still felt like it was floating from the peak.

you swallowed the thickness inside your throat, building the small amount of courage you had left.

“i can bite, and i will.” you looked up at him with complete malice, and he mirrored your expression, adding his trademark smirk to his lips.

“we’ll see about that, little one.”

the unexpected nickname had your head spinning, you were quick to feel a familiar heartbeat thumping down towards your core.

you soon felt extremely aware of the way he was touching you, head lowering down towards your thighs, gently pushing your hand away from its grip on your panties.

it was true, you hadn't been eaten out before. you only had sex once and your boyfriend at the time finished in 30 seconds, tops - leaving you unsatisfied and humiliated.

but oikawa felt different, even though the sex was initiated to save your pride - a competitive desire to prove yourself to people you had just met - you could tell that behind his teasing, he cared about your pleasure. it showed in his small touches; the way he gently caressed your skin before ridiculing you, the way his eye flickered up to yours before dipping his head in-between your thighs. you sensed the emotions he held deep inside of him, the ones he kept hidden. maybe that's the reason you felt you could trust him, maybe that's why you didn't run out of his house the second you saw his sketchy friends.

maybe that’s why you so badly wanted to prove yourself to him.

makki began to roll a blunt, as instructed by oikawa, as he began eating you out. mattsun and iwaizumi’s eyes burned holes into your skin as they watched.

your body twitched after the first few licks from him, immediately becoming obsessed with the feeling. oikawa’s tongue felt warm and soft against your clit, the slow pace of the circles around the bud were driving your body crazy. your thighs instinctively went to close around his head, but he held them down with a firm grasp, only intensifying the pace of his tongue in disapproval of how your body misbehaved.

“relax.” he drawled into your skin, continuing his assault on your clit.

you bit your lip and nodded in response, trying to keep your calm as your body had never experienced such pleasure before.

oikawa expertly switched his tongue from your clit to your hole, replacing the stimulation on your clit with his thumb whilst fucking you slowly with his firm tongue. you unintentionally let out a loud whine, head thrusting back into the plush pillow of the couch and fingers going to thread in oikawa’s brown locks.

“feels good?” the voice came from next to you, iwaizumi’s.

your eyes glazed over to his, lids becoming heavy and lips parting open as you panted out a “yes.”

oikawa noticed your attention diverting over from him to his best friend, his brows furrowed in annoyance. to grasp your attention once more, he removed his tongue from your hole and replaced it on your clit again, then shoved his middle finger inside you with no warning - making sure to curl it all the way up.

his harsh actions against your cunt had you loudly moaning with your head thrown back in both pain and pleasure. just one of his fingers alone filled you up more than your exes entire cock ever did.

your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the feeling, toes curling from the sensation of his finger thrusting inside you, mixed with the feeling of his tongue swirling your clit.

oikawa lifted his head to click his tongue at you, “no baby, you’re gonna look at me while you cum, okay?”

his tone was sweet, but firm enough to make you quickly shoot your eyes open and nod at him obediently.

he mumbled a “good girl” before going back to licking up and down your cunt. he went through a routine of switching between circling your clit, swiping his tongue from side to side, sucking on your swollen bud, and rapidly lapping up your pussy - all while fucking you with his finger.

he didn't even get the chance to add a second finger before you felt your climax approaching. your head was still spacey from the high, so you weren't sure if this feeling was from oikawa or if it was just your hazy brain, but you found out sooner than later as you orgasm began to take over you.

oikawa got the idea that you were reaching your climax as your little hole pulsed around his finger and your legs shook around his head. as much as he wanted to tease and edge you, he decided he wanted to fuck you more.

he helped you ride out your orgasm as his tongue prodded at your clit relentlessly, licking and sucking at the firm bud, finger curling further and further into the depths of your gummy walls,

euphoria took over you as you felt the numbing feeling from your high intertwine with the body-racking orgasm that oikawa was providing you. your entire body felt lighter than it ever had before; sweet, pure release exiting your body.

your head was spinning and your chest was heaving from the aftermath, your body began to feel extremely tired. the weight from the entire day you had came crashing over you, as the sweet release you once felt subsided. you felt good, but you needed a nap.

through eyes that were barely open, you watched as oikawa smirked down at your disheveled form and carefully grabbed something from makki’s outstretched hand.

“glad you enjoyed that, princess, but it’s my turn now.” oikawa stealthily unbuttoned his pants after placing his blunt in-between his lips, strategically sucking in the smoke and blowing it out without having to remove the object from his lips.

you nodded at him, half-understanding what he meant. you were by no means sober, but you definitely felt the strong buzz dying down.

“i’m gonna need verbal responses, sweetheart.” he leaned down just above your face, breathing out smoke as he got closer. the strong scent filled up your nostrils.

you couldn't help but scrunch your nose up at the strong smell, you may have been sucking down a blunt yourself not even 30 minutes ago, but you would never get used to the grotesque odor.

oikawa noticed, and raised a curious brow at you.

“ah, so we still think weed is gross? after you smoked almost an entire blunt by yourself?” his tone seemed amusing, but his eyes told a whole different story.

“god, first she wastes our weed and now she acts like she didn't even like it?” mattsun crossed his arms over his chest while facing you, eyes giving your naked body a once over.

you were too blissed out to even fight them this time, you just desperately wanted a nap,

“hey, all i said was that i’d prove to you guys i’m not a prude, and i did. doesn't mean i have to like the smell of your stinky weed.” your words were mumbled from your tired state, but still not wanting to accept defeat.

“nah, i don't think you’ve proved yourself at all yet.” makki chuckled dryly at you.

“yeah, all you've done is get high and be a fucking pillow princess for oikawa.” mattsun chimed in.

“and a brat too.” makki added on to mattsun’s sentence.

oikawa raised his chin cockily, clearly satisfied with his friend’s insolent words.

then, an idea clicked in his mischievous mind. he narrowed his eyes down at your pathetic figure sprawled out underneath him as he thought about it.

“oh please, don't be sore losers. i smoked your fucking weed and let oikawa eat me out, just admit i’m not a prude like you thought i was.” you tried to regain the similar confident composure that you held before, glaring over at makki and mattsun.

“hmm, maybe you aren't a prude, but you're still a pretentious brat, and brats deserve to be tamed. don't you think?” oikawa’s voice was smooth and easy-going, but his words were dripping with malice.

you found the courage to narrow your eyes back up at oikawa, despite the internal feeling of your heart hammering against your chest.

“and how do you plan on doing that?” you tested him.

he chuckled lowly at your obviously feigned confidence, he could just tell by your flushed cheeks.

he lowered his face to hover above yours for the nth time that night, placing the blunt in-between his lips and sucking the smoke into his mouth. before even inhaling, he pulled your bottom lip down with his thumb and put his lips on yours, releasing the thick smoke into your mouth.

your once lidded eyes were now widened, your hand quickly came up to grab at oikawa’s arm. he pulled away quickly, chuckling at how you choked on the smoke - eyes watering up again just as they had done before.

“you-” you choked out another cough, “asshole.”

oikawa raised an eyebrow at you, reveling in the way his best friends laughed from the sidelines at your expense.

“mmm, i don't think you're in any position to be calling me names.”

you glared up at him, quickly blinking away the stray tears that remained in-between your lashes.

“oh, and what position would that be?” the fire you held before was coming back, and this time it wasn't because you wanted to prove yourself.

no, you just wanted to see how far you could push him.

a familiar large hand came up instinctively to wrap around your throat, pushing you against the couch once again as he tauntingly held the burning blunt inches away from your face.

“i wouldn't test me, darling. clearly, you aren't aware of how far i'll go to put a bitch like you in your place.” he spat down at you, his eyes were dark and he was still holding the glowing blunt way too close to your face for your liking.

but you couldn't stop yourself, you kept pushing and pushing.

“show me then. i’m not getting any younger here, am i?”

a laugh was heard from your right, it was quickly muffled as mattsun slapped a hand over the mouth of its carrier: makki, of course.

oikawa clicked his tongue at your confidence, knowing damn well that you'd regret it later.

“sure, i’ll show you.” he spoke in a low voice as he brought the hand holding his blunt down your body, stopping when he reached your thigh. you sucked in a nervous breath in anticipation, the burning bud was only a centimeter away from the smooth skin of your exposed thigh. your heartbeat was increasing and you felt your blood running cold, you opened your mouth to protest at the last moment, but the sadistic man beat you to it.

you felt a burning sensation press into the outside of your thigh, causing you to immediately grab at oikawa’s arm with a shrill scream escaping your mouth. the man only laughed above you, nudging your death grip on his arm off with ease.

“what’s the matter? i thought you could handle it.” he jutted his bottom lip out to feign a sorrowful expression, you wanted to kill him.

“you just- you just fucking burned me.” your chest was heaving and you felt yourself slowly getting terrified at what would come next.

the boys next to you were silent as they watched the scene unfold, oikawa could only smirk down at you.

he pulled another hit out of the blunt and dipped his head in-between the crevice of your neck and shoulder. you tensed at the feeling of his lips being so close to your skin, then relaxed when you felt him blow the warm smoke into your skin. the subtle feeling of the warmth from the smoke ghosting over your skin almost made you moan out loud. instead, your body betrayed you with a shudder.

“mmm, something tells me you liked that. don't act so innocent, little slut.” your breath hitched at his words.

“just because i may have liked that, doesn't mean i enjoyed being used as an ashtray.” you gestured towards your scorned thigh.

he chuckled lowly at you, then brought his free hand down towards the burn mark left in your skin and pressed his thumb against it slowly. this time, the painful feeling of a sting in your skin forced a guttural moan out of your throat, instead of a screech. you instinctively brought your hand up to cover your mouth, eyes wide in embarrassment.

“really? ‘cause i think you do.” oikawa laughed at your obvious humiliation and pulled your hand away from your mouth, rolling his eyes in the process.

“c’mon, quit acting like a damn prude still, darling. admit you're enjoying this shit.” mattsun spoke from his spot on the couch, now resting his right arm over the side of the couch to get a better look at you.

you scoffed at him, cocking your head towards him in response.

“i thought i was a brat, not a prude anymore.”

makki chuckled at your rebuttal.

“’kawa, i think she’s getting a little too feisty again, you might wanna smoke her out again.”

you almost choked at his words, quickly whipping your head back to face oikawa. you felt your stomach drop at the devilish smirk he gave you.

you were just beginning to sober up, and they already wanted you dumbed down again?

“fair point, makki. i can't fuck her while she’s running her mouth like this, right?”

before you knew it, your mouth was being filled with smoke again. oikawa restarted his method of sucking on the blunt before pressing his lips to yours again. your mind was entering a similar haze as before once again, body also being filled with warmth and pleasure as oikawa began rubbing his bare cock against your pussy.

before sliding in, he pressed his shortening blunt against your skin once more - this time, on the fat of your right hip. you pleasantly moaned at both the pain and pleasure from the sensation this time, and oikawa couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of your walls visibly crashing down.

he didn't even give you a second to adjust to the searing pain you felt on your skin before he was thrusting into you, causing you to practically scream at the feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“oh, f-fuck.” your nails made their home on the skin of his back, sinking into his smooth flesh in response to the pain you felt in your core. to your dismay, the numbing feeling that spread across your body from your high didn't help at all to prevent the newfound pain from oikawa’s cock entering you.

“god, look at her. our little virgin mary is being corrupted.” mattsun’s deep voice was heard from across the couch. you were surprised to look over and see him fisting his own girthy cock while staring down at you, makki and iwa were doing the exact same thing.

oikawa chuckled breathlessly at his comment, earning your attention back to him.

“shit, you're tighter than i expected, princess.” his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, his eyes were slightly hooded from his approaching high, and his tattoo littered arms were flexed in front of you for support - you decided you had never been more turned in your entire life.

“move, please.” you begged breathlessly, head feeling hazy and numb, while your body felt extremely sensitive to the touch. your senses were heightened once again and it had you craving an orgasm more than ever.

“since you asked so politely.” oikawa’s hips began snapping at that moment, hard thrusts sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

next to you, the three boys began pumping their cocks with more fervor, pace quickening in time with oikawa’s.

oikawa didn't cease his antics of blowing smoke into your mouth either. with his cock slamming into you at such an ungodly speed, your lips were constantly parted open - leaving him easy access to fill up your lungs with the same smoke you disdained so much.

your body was betraying your mind. physically, you felt fucking amazing - but mentally, you wanted to yell at oikawa to quit his abuse on your lungs.

“q-quit it with the smoke. i think i’m high enough.” you stumbled over your words.

oikawa bit down on your neck in response to your distaste, hot breath fanning over your ear to whisper lowly, “quit being a fucking brat first, and take what i give you.”

you shut your mouth obediently, until makki chimed in.

“you should be grateful that oikawa is being so generous as to blow his weed into your mouth without making you do a damn thing. say thank you, slut.” his words were harsh and gritted through his clenched teeth as he pumped his cock harder, eyes burning into your skin.

you whimpered at his pitiless words and at the feeling of oikawa thrusting into you with more power, clearly encouraged by his friends praise.

“i-” your remark was cut off by oikawa’s firm hand around your throat once more.

“what do you have to say to me?” his eyes burned into yours, telling you that his question was not actually a question, but a demand.

“t-thank you, oikawa.” your eyes were brimming with tears from the lack of oxygen circulating towards your brain.

he only squeezed harder.

“what's my fucking name.” his lips were ghosting over yours now, his hot breath only added to the heat that was already evident on your face.

your bottom lip wobbled, you had no idea what kind of name he would like. if you guessed wrong, what would he do?

“thank you, sir.” you silently prayed you chose the right one, and your prayer was granted as oikawa removed his tight grip from your throat and smashed his lips onto yours - practically growling into the kiss.

you moaned into his mouth as you felt the pleasure in your stomach building up at an increasingly fast speed. your head was spinning and your body was on fire, you never felt better in your life.

“feels...so fucking good.” your words came out in pants. you could barely think straight anymore; your mind was only filled with oikawa’s cock and the impending numbness from weed.

your attention was snatched from oikawa as you heard a deep guttral moan come from the side of you, it was iwaizumi’s. the once quiet man was becoming more vocal as his own orgasm was approaching.

“yeah, you like getting high and getting fucked in front of random strangers you just met, huh?” your face burned at his surprising words, never did you expect to hear such a sentence come from (what you thought was) such a polite man’s mouth.

then again, you never even expected you would ever be in a situation like this before either.

“y-yes, i do.” your walls had broken down and they could all see it. there was no more sticking your nose up at them anymore, no more bratty comments at the expense of their drug of choice, and no more pretending like you weren't enjoying yourself tonight - because you clearly were.

the boys chuckled all at once at your sudden submission, but oikawa wasn't surprised.

there was only a small bud left of what was the blunt in oikawa’s hand, but he manage to suck one more hit out of it. you parted your lips with expectations of him to release the puff of smoke into your mouth, but to your surprise, he ducked his head above your left breast and let out the smoke slowly over your perked nipple. the subtle sensation left goosebumps all over your body, causing you to moan under his soft touch.

see, unbeknownst to you, oikawa was a man of observation - and he couldn't help but become blatantly aware of your body’s hypersensitivity to the small, subtle actions he went about. whether it be from the weed or from your inexperience in sexual situations, oikawa didn't know. he just knew he was extremely fascinated and infatuated with the way your body reacted to him.

he bored down into your lidded, reddening eyes, your lips were parted as you panted out his name and the look on your face only told him that you were gone.

he swore he had never fucked somebody prettier than you, he silently hoped one day he'd get to see you with your lips wrapped around his cock.

unable to help himself, oikawa stuck his thumb into your mouth, pushing the digit as far in as it would go.

you were taken aback by the action at first, but your mind was quickly put at ease by the warm feeling of being filled by him in two different places at once. you swirled your tongue around his finger, both sucking on it and licking it.

the sight in front of him had his knees practically buckling above you, he couldn't fight the approaching feeling of his orgasm unraveling before him.

“you're gonna be a good little girl and let me cum inside you, yeah?” his voice was hoarse, moans and grunts beginning to spill from his lips more while he looked down at you with complete darkness in his eyes.

god, you weren't thinking straight.

but you really didn't care.

you nodded as best as you could with the spinning feeling inside your head, body filling to the brim with pleasure as you felt your own orgasm approaching you. oikawa quickened his pace as he felt your cunt squeezing his girth, almost like your body had a mind of its own to suck him dry.

“such a little slut, letting you fill her up with smoke and cum.” mattsun’s deep voice was heard from beside iwaizumi. his eyes were still glued to your form and the head of his cock was a bright red, begging for release.

“let’s see you try and act fucking innocent again after this.” makki added with a chuckle, he was just as close to finishing as his friend.

you moaned helplessly at their ridicules, feeling your coil so close to snapping.

“god, you fucking revel in the attention don't you? you're literally getting off from being watched like this, so exposed and vulnerable.” mattsun spoke up again.

yours and oikawa’s labored breathing harmonized as you both got closer and closer to your releases.

“they're right, you're such a little fucking attention whore. sucking in my cock like that while my friends watch. you're so desperate, it’s pathetic.” oikawa was internally amazed at himself for being able to muster a complete sentence out while his cock was so close to being practically milked.

you whined in response, your cheeks heating up. you didn't care about anything else, you just wanted to cum.

“p-please, i'm so close.” you cried out, tears beginning to brim at your eyes.

“fuck. cum, cum princess.” the voice came from your right side, your eyes trailed over to the source, being iwaizumi.

oikawa scoffed, “you don't listen to anyone else, got that? just me, sweetheart.” he shot daggers with his eyes towards iwaizumi, and he shot them right back at oikawa.

you blinked your eyes at oikawa, not realizing the competitive banter between them until now.

“let her fucking cum already, ‘kawa.” iwa growled at his best friend, his cock was an angry red. you could tell he just wanted to finish, as well as makki and mattsun.

oikawa gritted his teeth, knowing damn well that his orgasm was approaching too.

“alright, cum for me, slut. squeeze my fucking cock with that pretty little cunt of yours, okay?”

his wish was your command, and it’s not like you were able to hold back anymore, anyway.

you felt the coil snap inside you; already fuzzy mind going completely blank, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, and thighs shaking around oikawa’s torso. he felt your cunt pulse around his cock and he couldn't help how quick his orgasm followed after yours, teeth instinctively latching onto your shoulder as he pumped you full of his semen.

oikawa helped you ride out your high as he slowed down his thrusts, eventually ceasing them. your orgasm combined with oikawa’s was so intense, that you failed to even acknowledge that the three boys next to you were coming too, fists beginning to slow down their movements.

after a few minutes of collective panting heard throughout the room, makki broke the silence.

“holy shit.”

you agreed, holy shit was right.

after passing out on oikawa’s couch from pure exhaustion, the sobering-up man carried you, with some effort, to his room to spend the night. being the gentleman he was, he tucked you in carefully under the covers of his bed and set up a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement for himself on the living room couch.

before retreating to his makeshift bed to crash on for the night, he peaked into his room once more - eyes scanning over your sleeping figure as you slept soundly. he noticed that while you slept, all the worry and pouting that was usually so evident on your face seemed to fade away. you look relaxed, at ease even. he thought maybe you just needed to loosen up more, to let your worries fade away every so often, while you lose yourself in the late hours of the night.

he thought that maybe, he could be the one to teach you how.

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