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cambrinkownsme · 2 months

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.·:·.✧ Say No pt 2✧.·:·.

NIka Muhl x Fem!Reader

"and I would say all of this but I don't want to ruin the moment"

word count - 2.2k

themes:

-smut!

-slight fluff

A/N - I love this part sm omg. no other notes just read it and enjoy.....

It only took a couple days for people to start seeing the glances that me and Nika shot at each other throughout the days. Of course KK noticed first. Something tells me that shes like a child who makes fun of you for having a romantic life. If you can even call it that.

The more I got to know Nika, the more I wanted to date her. The way her dark eyes become more visible in the sun and the way her skin absolutely glows at the beach. All the time actually. I couldn't help but look up to my ceiling on nights that we weren't together and just pray that she felt the same way, even though we were trying to not date. Just keep it casual.

Some nights got so tiring not being in her arms that I would call Paige and beg her to send Nika over to my room. The entire summer was like this before she asked me out. Yes SHE asked ME out. Everything started to fall into place once July hit.

"Hey how are you doing?"

It had been silent for a little while. Nika decided to sit in my bed for a little while. It was a couple days after her ex broke up with her and we- yeah anyways. The silent almost became deadly to sit in so I broke it. Nika's head popped up from her phone and faced my direction. Her eyes were still a bit red with dilated pupils resting in the middle. She gently set her phone down in her lap, giving me undivided attention.

"Huh?"

Her voice reached a higher pitch at the end of short response.

"You know. How are you?" I gestured my eyes down to Nika's phone that was sitting peacefully on her stomach. To be honest I really couldn't care less about how she felt about the breakup, I just wanted to know how her emotions were doing to know if I could pour my heart out now.

Spoiler alert, I couldn't.

"Oh. Shitty I guess. He tried apologizing"

Her hands moved up to her own strand of hair that was hanging in front of her eye and pushed it back behind her ear, still maintaining eye contact.

My jaw almost dropped agape but I kept my composure. I couldn't believe that this guy would even breakup with the Nika Muhl but trying to get her back after? Fucking insane. Inside my head I was praying that she didn't take him back because if he did I would just have to bang my head on the nightstand next to me.

"What a loser. What did you do?"

"I.." Nika's eyes drifted over to the curtain behind me, breaking our eye contact for the first time tonight. "I blocked him"

I couldn't help but let a small smile grow on my lips at the sound of those words leaving her mouth. I nudged her shoulder gently, causing a smile to pop up on her usually serious face.

"Uh hello good job! I swear every other girl would take him back and then get hurt again"

Nika didn't deserve to be hurt ever. Most people see her as this aggressive Aries that has the same mentality off court. They see her as a bitch who wont let you touch her but shes a hugger. She loves hugs and she adores being hugged. Nika loves hibiscus flowers and cherry flavored gum on occasions but usually spearmint. She doesn't like being ignored because that's the one thing she used to do to people. And she remembers the moment of people telling her that she hurt them and feeling her heart shatter. Shes a softie when people care for her. Like a bee. Don't swat at them, and they wont sting.

"Thanks. I still miss him though"

Fuck.

"That's ok. Its normal I mean its only been a couple days since you guys broke up. Heartbreak lingers for a while. I promise someone better will come along"

Nice.

Nika sighed softly and let out a short groan before looking back down at her phone.

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july 7th 2023

Thursday. The day not even a machine could wipe from my memory. I woke up to Qadence sitting next to me holding a bucket beside her. I must've gotten drunk the night before

"Wednesdays go crazy" she said laughing as my eyes slowly blinked open

Last night had to be the blurriest time to imagine.

july 6th 2023

"No no let me stand on the table pleaseee" I whined into Caroline's ear while her hands were wrapped around my waist trying to get me to sit down. failing.

"Hey Nika why don't you give her a try?" KK yelled out while watching the chaos I was causing.

Nika gave an annoyed stare at KK before walking up to a drunk me that wouldn't let go of the edge of the table. Nika approached me with a calm look on her face and steady hands. Her fingers slowly wrapped around my waist and gently tugged me off of the table.

"Cmere time to go"

Even though Nika was just as drunk as I was, she seemed so collected. I mean collected enough to pull me into her arms without making out with me in front of everyone. A chill ran down my back as Nika carefully carried me to the exit. Not actually carried but you know what I mean.

Nika gently lifted my arms to help me get in Caroline's car before we drove off back to the hotel. Me and Nika used each other as support to get back to our room. The both of us plopped onto each other's beds and almost knocked out. But before either of us could fall asleep I looked over to see Nika crawling onto my bed. I felt her hand slither against my thigh once her body was fully next to me.

My eyes were immediately drawn to hers, which was focusing on my still lips.

"Can I?"

Nikas hands teased around the edge of my shorts, slightly unbuttoning the, with one hand. The moment I nodded yes both of her hands were at my waist, ripping my bottoms off. I held my breath until her fingers curled under the lace of my panties. She slowly slid them down my legs and then lifted me onto her lap. Her head was pressed against the bed board.

My clit dragged against the zipper of her leather skirt that I was needing to take off now. Without hesitating I pressed my lips against hers not even waiting to become sloppy. Nika's lipped wrapped around my tongue perfectly causing my legs to gently squeeze against the thighs that I was straddling. Her hands slowly made their way closer to my bare pussy, teasing with my folds.

"Fuck!" I whined out while trying to stay silent.

Nika easily swallowed every noise I made. while her traced around my hole teasing me into pleading for her to fuck me.

"Please.." I whined into Nika's mouth

"Please what? Use your words pretty"

"I need you to fuck me" I quickly gave in.

Nika quickly sent two of her fingers in me slowly pumping in and out. Her lips still sucking on mine gently. A louder moan left my mouth followed by me quickly grinding against her fingers.

"S-Shit"

Nika took my movements as a sign to quicken her pace. She curled her fingers up hitting all the right spots. Her patience was obviously not strong that night. I quickly came on her fingers, making her smirk at herself. Everything felt so right.

My walls that were clenched around her fingers slowly relaxed as she fucked me through my orgasm.

"Fuck don't stop"

I continued to grind my hips against her hand as she slowed down. of course she only wanted to make me come once before I got my turn.

"Up." I wrapped my hands around her thighs and gently lifted them up.

Nika was silent until I slipped my tongue onto her own clit that was helpfully bare. I flicked my tongue against her pussy just to tease her like she teased me. I began to gently pressed my tongue flat against her folds before diving into her.

With ease, my tongue collected everything that left her. before I even noticed that Nika's hands were tangled in my hair, her thighs wrapped aoround my ears. Sadly muffling her perfectly voiced whines.

I continued to lick and slurp at her folds before finally pulling away and licking my lips. Without doing anything else I crawling back up to her lips that now had lipstick smudged around. I noticed that a couple streaks of mascara had left her eyes but I chose to ignore that cause girl me too.

I remembered to let my tongue slip through my mouth and into hers before the taste of her left my tongue so that she could get a taste too.

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july 7th 2023

After throwing up around four more times I got dressed into a tank top and some jeans. Today the entire team was headed to the aquarium for some reason. I decided to put my hair up in a clip instead of letting it down.

The only makeup I put on was some mascara and lipgloss before actually leaving my room and heading to the main lobby where I saw a couple of the girls sitting down.

Once everyone was ready, we decided to go in different cars and meet up at the aquarium. I was with Ice, KK, and Paige for today. The car ride was going smoothly until Paige decided to turn around and ask me probably the most out of pocket question to exist.

"Why did I hear squeaking last night? From your room actually" She was clearly laughing and trying to get under my skin. My face went blank as I stared into her with only annoyance in my eyes.

"Literally shut up." I snapped back and smiled sarcastically.

The aquarium was huge, way bigger than any that I've been to. The first thing I saw when I walked in was a school of blue ring angelfish surrounding the entrance. To my left was a restaurant and to my right was a souvenir shop. and right in front of me was Nika, Qadence, and Azzi sitting down in a couple chairs. Me and Nika locked eyes almost immediately but I looked away without hesitation.

I sat down across from her and pulled out my phone while waiting for everyone to arrive. I don't know if it was very obvious (it was) but I went straight to Nika's Instagram so that I could look at her without looking at her.

My fingers scrolled across her page until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I quickly shoved my phone into my pockets while turning it off. I turned around to see Ines and KK standing behind me laughing.

I gave both of them a menacing stare, threatening them with my eyes. they ran off to grab drinks from the restaurant.

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The aquarium was fun and so fucking pretty. My favorite was the seahorses and otters. My phone was now full of pictures. One thing that threw me off was the crabs, oh and the fact that the entire team couldn't stop giggling when I even glanced in Nika's direction.

Every time I looked at her I saw a nervous look wash over her. It was honestly funny the way she couldn't look at me for shit.

After around 30 minutes of looking around the aquarium I sat down at the restaurant tables and looked at the menu. The entire building was painted in teal and blue shades no matter was direction you looked in.

Just as I was going to read my order to who I thought was a waiter, Nika stood above me with a worried frown plastered on her face. I gave a small smile at her before she sat down at the table I was out. she sat right in front of me and stared into my eyes before speaking.

"Alright. Shit I'm doing this. Ok, listen I know that I just got broken up with and shit but I really need to ask you something serious. I need all your attention on me please"

Nika's words were laced with worry but I turned over the menu I was previously looking at and stared right back at her. Was this really happening?

"Jesus this isn't happening. Is it really that unnoticeable. I like you. No I don't like you I love you."

I could notice that she was starting to panic. I look around to see Azzi and Paige behind us with a phone recording everything that was happening. That's how I picked up that this was real.

"Yes Nika yes"

I said with urgency, not letting Nika finish her sentence. Boom. We started dating. I could feel my face heating up every second that passed. Nika's face stopped with the worry look and she began to smile. The corners of her mouth slightly dipped down showing her more shy smile.

"Thank Fucking God."

#nika muhl #lesbian #basketball #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #girlblogger #say no #paige bueckers

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sadhours · 1 year

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neon lights pt. 1 | b.h & reader

18+ minors dni. - next chapter contents: adult themes, friends to lovers LAS VEGAS - 1989 Billy didn't realize it had happened until it did, two months of being in Vegas without a dime to his name, living in his Camaro and driving up and down the strip until any opportunity came along. He'd left Hawkin's after finishing courses at the trade school, a promise he'd made to his father but once he was certified for a handful of manual labor jobs and Neil insisted Billy join him at his job, he couldn't hang. He bit the bullet, dealt with the fight and told him he was going home. If only Neil could see him now, homeless with a bit of gambling habit before he'd even made it to California.

The constant party of this town had drawn him in, burning through his wallet and his ambitions. To be totally fair, he didn't even have a plan for what he'd do once he eventually got to San Diego. Finding his mom was about the only thing he really wanted to do but he didn't even know where to start. So he figured, this place was fun enough. He could stick around as long as this town would let him. He'd need a job though. And wouldn't you know it, the strip club seemed like the perfect place of employment.

Billy walks into the Rosy Cheeks on a Tuesday afternoon, asking for the manager and he's introduced to the house mother, which in his luck. She flirtatiously guides him to a booth after offering him a complimentary cocktail, which he takes graciously. "We don't actually hire male dancers," she says to him, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, thank god, because I'm here for the bartending position," Billy teases, giving her his best fuck me eyes. He really needed this job so what he does to get it doesn't bother him too much, he'd been doing this for years now. Summer's spent working at the Hawkin's Community Pool were practice for moments like this, using the way older women treated him to get what he needed. It caught up to him when he was alone with his thoughts, so he made it quite the mission to never be alone.

"Have you ever bartended before?" she asks.

Billy smirks, "No but I'm a quick learner."

"We'll see about that," she says, "You start this Thursday."

When he's on his first training shift, you're walking in fifteen minutes late to your shift, not letting it bother you when you see the place is empty. You sigh out loud, heading to the dressing room, "I don't know why I bother showing up to this shift." The girls in the room laugh, applying their makeup in preparation for the rush you all hope is coming. You light up a smoke after changing into the set you'd picked out for your first stage dance, slipping your robe on over it but not yet ready to put the platform shoes.

"Ladies!" you hear the house mother Didi call as she struts into the dressing room, a man trailing behind her with an unruly mullet. He looks as if he hasn't had a haircut in months. "I want you all to meet the new bartender," she motions to him. "Billy, ladies."

"Hi Billy," the room rings and he waves adorably back.

"Hello, Ladies," he purrs and Didi pats his bottom as she's ushering him out of the room. Ah, there it is. During your time of the exotic dancing circuit, you had never seen a male bartender. It didn't seem to be good for business, at least at the places you've worked. You cannot help it when your eyes follow his ass as he walks away, his jeans were incredibly tight and he kind of bounced when he walked. Goddamnit, he's hot. You cannot mess around with a coworker again, though. The last time you'd hooked up with a bouncer didn't go so well.

Billy's remarkably well at his job, he keeps track of how much he's served the girls and he gets along with the regulars. Didi points out he can double as security which he does for you. He's leaving from his shift and you're leaving from yours so it made sense to walk out together anyways.

"Jesus Christ, that's a beautiful car," you spew, looking at the gorgeous midnight blue Camaro parked next to your beat up Volkswagen rabbit, which at one point had been your dream car. Unfortunately, you weren't the best driver and you struggled to keep up with regular oil changes or engine services.

"Thanks," Billy muttered, leaning against it as he lights up a cigarette. You peer inside and see the blanket and pillow thrown in the backseat.

"Are you living in it?" you ask, eyes widening.

Billy scoffs, "When I can't find somewhere else to sleep."

"Oh, Billy... Have you been looking for an apartment?" you ask, snatching the pack of Marlboro's from his shirt pocket to light one up for yourself.

"Sometimes I can get lucky and there's some vacancy at the 66 Motel," he shrugs.

"Well... my roommate actually just moved out three weeks ago. I've been looking for someone to take over the space," you say, "if you wanted, you could move in?"

"I couldn't," he tries, "I don't want to impose." but he does follow you home and crashes on your couch for a week until you insist he buys a mattress and takes over the empty room.

Slowly but surely, the room becomes Billy's and it makes you sad that he didn't have anything besides a suitcase full of clothes and his car. When you ask why, he admits he had a lot more things but he pawned them to pay for nights at the casinos.

"Ah, not a local then?" you'd asked, while the two of you watched TV and partook in a couple of drinks after a particularly boring dayshift.

"No, I'd never even been to Vegas before six months ago. I'm from San Diego, lived in Indiana for a few years and decided I wanted to go back home, got kinda trapped here," he explains.

You had been born and raised in this place, never knowing of anywhere else in the world. "The best of 'em get stuck here," you say in an effort to cheer him up, his story being a sad one. You don't ask him much else about his upbringing, learning that it could be a touchy subject and if people wanted to tell their backstory, they would. Billy never talked about his life before the short six months he'd been here. You didn't mind, he was always respectful and gave you space. Billy never comments about girls at work but he'd brought home a string of your coworkers, along with strangers. You two had a good thing worked out and after a while, Billy became your closest friend.

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a/n: hi!! just something i threw together this weekend, I'll still be focusing on Wicked Sensation but sometimes i just get an idea and if i dont write it that instant, i wont at all. hope you enjoy!!!

#billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove au

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fourseasonscomeandgo · 2 years

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Owlery.

Pairing: BLACKPINK Rosé x g!n reader.

Word Count: 800.

Genre: Fluff.

Clarification: Hogwarts AU.

I let my body slump onto the large couch. The dreary tones of the Slytherin common room caused my mind to relax, feeling increasingly sleepy.

That day had been stressful, due to my inability to brew varitaserum. I had always been a disaster at potions, the one subject I was never able to master, and thus, the only source of ridicule Jennie and Sehun had for me.

The worst part of my day was that it wasn't over yet. I would still have to spend the rest of it in the library studying for the arithmancy exam that professor Vector will take tomorrow, but which I insisted on pretending didn't exist until today.

While my head was creating and shaping more excuses in order to trick my conscience and not feel guilty for not yet having taken the initiative to study, I fell into a light sleep.

However, this did not last as long as I would have wished, because soon —or what I thought was soon— I felt my body jerk and a gentle pressure on my arm. Opening my eyes, Joohyun's features were the first thing I saw, and after sitting up and watching her expectantly for an answer, the prefect finally spoke.

"Someone left this for you" she held out a carelessly folded piece of paper to me, "but I warn you, if you do what it says on the paper, I will be the one to tell Vector why you missed her exam"

After finishing her threat, she simply left the room, leaving me behind with the clipping in my hands. I opened it to find delicate handwriting.

"The owlery tomorrow, during the exam.

–Jisoo."

I thought about it for the rest of the day and night, and couldn't find a reason why she would want to see me, let alone why she would want to see me during an exam.

Morning came and it was still a few minutes before the test was due to start. I definitely didn't know anything, so without hesitation, I succumbed to my Ravenclaw friend's wishes and headed to the west tower.

I arrived at my destination and was surprised to find that Kim wasn't there, and in her place was a girl in a Gryffindor uniform. I recognized her as one of the black haired girl's friends and also Jennie's, but I didn't know her name.

"Excuse me" I spoke a little loudly so she could hear, the sound echoing through the whole place and causing some of the birds in the place to get a little nervous and even fly away.

She turned to look at me and smiled shyly as she approached me.

"Hello"

"Hello" I returned the greeting with some confusion "did you leave the note?"

"Yes" she nodded after a few seconds of thinking "sorry for lying to you and signing as Jisoo, I was afraid you wouldn't come"

"And what exactly did I come for?"

The light haired girl didn't answer with concrete reasons that time, but she convinced me to come back the same day the following week at that hour, and since I was afraid to face professor Vector after disappearing during her exam, knowing that Joohyun probably told her why I did it, I preferred to go back to the owlery.

Time passed with me going back to that place every week to see the Gryffindor girl, who I had learned was named Chaeyoung. Eventually I ditched arithmancy class so I could spend that time with her.

One thursday I went to where I always met Chaeyoung, but when I got there I noticed she was anxious, breathing heavily and maybe even shaking.

"What's wrong?"

The question managed to escape my lips, but by sheer luck, because the moment her eyes fell on me, she walked swiftly to where I was, taking my face in her hands and kissing me unawares. Placing my hands on her waist with care and delicacy, clearly nonexistent in her, I followed the kiss. I felt her relax in my arms, eventually enjoying the situation. Until she broke away, directing her eyes, tender and full of warmth, towards mine.

"This is what I wanted when I sent you the note" she confessed almost in a whisper "I took too long to do it" her laughter echoed in my ears, provoking a feeling of joy within me.

"This is the reason why I dropped arithmancy class?" I asked with some sarcasm "It's still not enough to make up for it" I said, clearly joking.

"Oh, then how about this?" She left another kiss on my lips, but I shook my head as she pulled away, implying that it still wasn't enough "And now?" She gave me another one.

And we went on like that for as long as we could. Geez, I was really grateful I ditched that test.

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sooo, i know i have requests, i'm working on them i swear, but i wanted to post something so you had something to read till i finish the rest, and as i seem to have the biggest rosé fanbase among my followers, here's my mini hogwarts au with her, hope you all like it<3

—ica.

#kpop imagines #kpop #blackpink imagines #rose x reader #rose imagines #rose reactions #rose blackpink #rose scenarios #blackpink rose #blackpink reactions #blackpink scenarios #blackpink

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halaziias · 6 months

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untitled because this was created out of boredom (i dont even stan skz LMAO)

y/n -- your name b/n -- (fake)best friend's name

thursday, 8:52 p.m.

Y/N was invited to attend a party. The boys in the fraternity, SKZ, are the hosts. Y/N's not really the type to show up voluntarily at parties. However, since her best friend and boyfriend were there, she thought; Why not go?

Putting on her best dress, which is a simple short, sparkly black dress and smokey eyed makeup.

Y/N walked over to the house and saw lighting strobing from within. "Ah that must be it..." She's never visited the house before. But it wasn't because she didn't have time. Just that she.. sometimes felt a bit uncomfortable around the girls entering and leaving the house regularly. -- Anyway, this is for another story.

Knock, knock. Creak! You found yourself in front of Han, her boyfriend's best friend. "Oh hey Y/N. Come in, come in!" He shouted due to the deafening music in the back.

Y/N jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. "Damn. That's a shit ton of people." she whispered to herself.

As the Mandarin idiom goes, 人山人海. -- This translates to "Mountain of People, Sea of People" which is used to describe a place that is crowded.

Looking for her boyfriend and/or best friend, she scanned the entire room. Until Y/N saw something that caught her eye.

It was her boyfriend conversing with her best friend. She gently pushed people around to get to the two of them to make sure nothing strange was happening.

She tapped on Bang Chan's shoulder to get his attention. He turned back and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Hey baby! Thanks for coming." He caressed her arm. She smiled at the skinship.

His phone rang, "Hello?"

"Yo, could you come to Yongbok's bedroom real quick? HAHA WE FOUND SOMETHING HILARIOUS." Changbin called.

"Alright, bet. On my way." Bang Chan replied.

He gave Y/N another kiss on the forehead. "Baby I gotta do something. Are you okay alone?" He asked.

"Alone? What do you mean? B/N is behind me, no?-" Y/N turned back and saw nobody there. "Oh... Yeah I'm fine. Go do your thing babe."

"Okay, see you later baby. I love you." Bang Chan winked. She smiled at his flirty action but as he turned back, her smile faded.

Next, she tried to scavenge around for the toilet but couldn't find it. Han noticed that she looked a bit lost. "Heyyy Y/N, could I help you?" he asked gently. Y/N nodded her head and asked where the toilet was. Han pointed towards the toilets. "Be careful Y/N by the way. It's pretty crowded." he warned.

She thanked him, gave him a thumbs up and a smile as she made her way to the toilets.

After she did her thing in the toilets, she opened her cubicle to fine B/N fixing her makeup.

"Oh hey B/N, why'd you leave me alone? Haha." she laughed. B/N's mouth formed an 'O' shape. "Oh shit. I'm so sorry HAHAHA I had to pee. Wait I thought Bang Chan was with you?" she furrowed her brows in confusion. "Well yeah, but he had to do something so I let him go." Y/N replied. "Anyway, I'm gonna go first. I heard the DJ's playing RIhanna." B/N left.

Y/N went back to the mirror and started fixing her hair and makeup. Once she settled on her appearance, she exited the toilets.

Where's Chan? He can't take that long.. Y/N thought.

She went up to Felix's room but found no one. After that, she checked the main room where the DJ was at. Although the DJ was playing Rihanna -- B/N's favourite singer; B/N would 100% be in this room, but to no avail. She scanned around the room. But not a single one of them were there.

Y/N walked up to Changbin, who gave Bang Chan the call.

"Hey Changbin, do you know where Chan is?" Y/N asked. "Oh, well he was with me like 5 minutes ago but I don't know where he went after that. Well he did tell me he was going to look for you after that." he replied.

Y/N went back to where she, B/N and Chan met. Still, nobody to be found. She groaned in frustration. Where the hell are they? She thought.

Even after she looked everywhere in the big ass house, she couldn't find them. She whipped her phone out. Calling them was her last resort. Worry grew in her as none picked her call up.

What the fuck? She was so close to pulling her hair out.

As the stress got to her, she decided to head out to the backyard, where it wasn't as chaotic and noisy as the inside. It was rather peaceful.

"Baby no... what if someone catches us?" Y/N heard a muffled sound from a tent.

That voice was familiar.

"Baby, they're all busy fucking dancing around. I'm sure no one would catch us. Now, let me do my thing." A male voice said.

Y/N's eyes widened.

"Mmm, fuck baby..." a loud moan came from inside.

Y/N covered her mouth in disbelief to what she's hearing.

"Channie... ah~" the voice became louder.

She came to the realization of who those people were. Her hands grew into fists. Her eye twitched. Damn, the anger was really rising in her.

She dashed to the tent and pulled the zipper down to reveal B/N and Chan making out.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Y/N shrieked so loud that it captivated people's attention from the inside.

Yeah. It was a deafening shriek. People dashed out to the backyard and saw B/N on top of Chan's lap. The two of them were frozen.

The other 7 SKZ members came out to investigate what the shriek was for. "Okay what's going on here.." Minho's voice faded at the sight.

Y/N broke out into tears upon the anger. She ran out.

Bang Chan cursed under his breath and pushed B/N away. He ran after Y/N. Once he caught up to her, he grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Babe.. it's not what you think!" Chan frantically defended himself. "Don't call me babe. I know it's exactly what I think. I saw what I saw. Don't defend yourself, it's no use." Y/N shakily said. "But-" Before Chan could even explain, Y/N interrupted. "But- But- But- But what, Christopher? Okay fine. Explain to me what happened. Explain WHY my best friend of 5 fucking years was sitting on YOUR lap and making disgusting sounds. Come on. I'm waiting." Y/N raised her voice and tears came running down her cheeks, ruining her makeup.

"I-I- Ugh.. Fuck.. I-" Chan stuttered. "YOU CAN'T EVEN FUCKING EXPLAIN!" Y/N cried. "Fuck this, fuck you, I'm going home. Don't even try to talk to me or do anything." Y/N wiped her eyes.

She went home. She picked her diary up.

1:27 a.m. fifth of nov. "i cant stand this anymore. b/n was my only friend in here. i may have lost friends but, i dont want to lose her. shes my one and only friend. i cant lose her. my parents are overseas, im alone in here. im fucking lonely. should i just end it all?"

All the polaroids and the love notes were torn. She didn't want to be reminded of him.

Oh she couldn't sleep. There was so much rage, yet guilt and sadness. She couldn't get herself to be mad at B/N. She was rather sad and felt betrayal.

"Was I not good enough for Chan? Was I not good enough?" Y/N sniffled as she contemplated.

SMACK! She slapped herself. "Get yourself together, Y/N. You can't cry over such men." she reassured herself.

The next day at school, Y/N kept her head low. She didn't want to feel the humiliation. Whispers and stares all around her. Insecurity went up. Confidence went down.

She was the first to arrive in class. She was experiencing fatigue. Up all night crying.

Han was the second to arrive. He noticed Y/N's head lying on her arms. Muffled sniffles came from her.

He tapped on her shoulder. "Y/N.. about yesterday.." Y/N shot her head up and covered his mouth. "Shh. I don't wanna be reminded." Han gently put her hand down and held on to it. "I just wanna ask if you're okay." he smiled softly. "Not really.." Y/N rubbed her puffy red eyes.

"I understand. I know it's not so easy to get over people you love." Han patted her on the back.

"Yeah.. especially if you've known them forever." she replied with a heavy sigh. "You're really sweet. Thanks for comforting me! I feel so much better." Y/N gazed upon Han as they exchanged smiles. "I'm glad you feel better, if you need someone to talk to, well here I am." Han patted her on the head.

Y/N's POV: I think I like him.. UGH but I feel like I'm moving on too fast.. fuck. Han's POV: Got rid of one, now I need to get rid of B/N... then Bang Chan is all mine.

He smirked behind her back.

friday, 5:38 p.m.

Y/N saw Han. Should I try shooting my shot? She gambled with herself.

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself and went up to him. "Hey.. uhm do you wanna come over to my house..?" she timidly asked. Han was a bit caught offguard but he accepted the invitation anyway.

Y/N's heart raced. But thankfully she kept her blush light.

Nothing really interesting happened at the sleepover. So, timeskip to the next morning.

saturday, 10:30 a.m.

Chan's POV

I feel so bad. I'm on the way to her dorm to beg for forgiveness. Agh fuck.. I hope she takes me back. Okay okay, I've arrived. 3.. 2.. 1.. He knocked. The door opened. "Babe- What the.." What is this fucker doing here?

"Oh hey Chan. What are you doing here?" Han cocked his eyebrows up as he leaned against the door frame.

"I- Uh. Nothing. Um, could I talk to you?" Chan scratched his head. Han nodded and followed Chan to his dorm.

When they arrived, Han step foot into the dorm. What he saw shocked him but yet he wasn't surprised. It was B/N sleeping in Chan's bed, naked. "Damn what did y'all do?" Chan laughed, "Isn't it obvious, Han?" Han let out an awkward laugh.

"Anyway, what did you want to talk about?" Han tilted his head with curiosity. Before Chan could even reply, B/N groaned as she woke up.

"Oh hey Han." B/N stretched as she forgot about her being naked. Han, being the respectful man he is, covered his eyes.

"Oh oops, my bad hehe." she playfully giggled.

Han turned back to Chan. "Now that I think of it, I've never gotten your number." Chan realized as well. "Oh yeah.. I have to go to the toilet real quick. Uhhh B/N will give it to you."

B/N was finally clothed. Han went up to her and asked for Chan's number.

B/N's POV

Han is kinda fine not gonna lie.. should I give him my number?

"I can't send it to you without giving you my number so like here you go." B/N said as she caressed his arm. "Okay um yeahhh... so I'm gonna go now, tell Chan that I've went home. Bye." Han smiled awkwardly. Han shuffled out the dorm and went back to his dorm. He suddenly received a text from B/N.

Ever since then, they've been talking for so long. (Behind Chan's and Y/N's backs.)

3 weeks later,

B/N looked everywhere for Han. She couldn't hold it in. She wanted to get it off her chest so badly.

Han walked past her. She tapped on his shoulder. The male turned to look at B/N. "Oh hey. Um what's up?" B/N couldn't make eye contact with him.

He noticed that she looked a bit nervous, so he decided to lift her chin up. "Are you okay?" Han looked at her with hooded eyes.

B/N's eyes widened at his sudden action. "OH! Uh! I- I- Uh- I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU!" she blurted out. Once she realized her actions, she slapped her mouth and mad a run for it.

Han laughed at her clumsiness, not knowing Y/N saw everything. She was boiling mad.

Still not aware of Y/N, Han smirked in triumph as he finally got rid of all the girls swarming around Chan.

He finally had Chan all to himself.

tuesday, 1.30 p.m.

It's their lunch break. Han looked around to assure that none of the girls were near him. Instead of seeing the girls, he found his one and only Chan. He took a deep breath and... "Yo! Chan, over here." he raised his right arm up. Chan cocked his brows up and dabbed him up. Did their signature handshake and after that, Han led him to the locker rooms.

"So." Han sighed. "So? What's up?" Chan tilted his head and grinned. Han took another deep breath and braced himself for the rejection he might get.

"I may or may not have a.. ugh." he hesitated. "It's okay, you can tell me. C'mon, I'm your bro. I won't judge." Chan patted his back.

"Promise me you won't be mad." Han looked up at him with those puppy eyes. The other male nodded his head and let him speak.

"I have a crush on this certain someone and.." Han fidgeted nervously and his eyes gazed upon the floor. Chan's jaw dropped in surprise. "Really, who?- Wait, let me guess. It's Y/N isn't it." he chuckled and he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Well. No-" Han cleared his throat.

Chan looked at him in confusion, trying to recall the girls he's close with.

He can't possibly crush on B/N. She's mine. Chan thought. "Okay.. um Ella? Hayley? Genevieve? Audrey-" Chan rambled on.

"DAMMIT CHAN, IT'S YOU!" Han blurted out.

When Chan heard this. He stood rooted to the ground with his mouth open, not knowing what to say nor knowing how to react.

Han realized what he had done, he averted his eyes away from Chan and tried to make a run for it. However, he felt a pull on his arm.

"HAN! Wait.. Look, I'm sorry. I don't see you that way. You're like a brother to me and nothing will change that. We can still be friends though! I mean, if you're fine with that...?" Chan scratched the back of his head.

Han couldn't get himself to look Chan in the eye but, just simply nodded his head and walked away. He may have walked away looking tough but inside he really was a heartbroken boy.

As Han exited the locker room, his heart dropped. He saw Y/N holding her phone up and it was playing an audio of him confessing. "Y/N. Were you here this entire time..?" he shakily said. "No shit." she rolled her eyes. "Don't tell anyone. Please." Han got on his knees and begged.

"Oops my finger slipped! I accidentally sent it to the class's group chat! Awww I'm sorry. Boohoo." Y/N pouted, mocking the one on his knees.

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?! WHAT DID I EVEN DO TO YOU?" Han cried. He stood up and snatched the phone from her. Cursing under his breath as he tried to delete it but to no avail.

"DAMN IT Y/N! I DID EVERYTHING I COULD TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING EX-BOYFRIEND, AND I GET THIS IN RETURN?!" Han ran away with tears running down his face.

Chan heard the shriek coming from Han's mouth and ran out to see but all he saw was Y/N cackling like an evil villain while Han ran away.

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muhaha

hellooo i went out to the bar thursday and saw an arrangement of characters! they won't seem that important but since there's like lore behind every single person in the small ass town i live in, having these special appearances being made was a big deal to me! i love a special appearance! a surprise guest on the show! this will be a long post bc there is a lot of yapping. i was contemplating making a second post but no bc that would just be weird i think...

so the night started with me and jane and her boyfriend jack hanging out at her house getting ready. and while we were getting ready, jack gets a snap from his roommate (matt) admitting that he drank almost all of the bottle of vodka! by himself! so that pissed us off (me not so much bc hes just an alcoholic baby guys dont be so mean to him) but jack was able to get another bottle very quickly and very luckily! so once we got that bottle, we sat in the parking lot and passed it between us. then we went in! this is where my memory is blurry like the timeline of things, but i remember events so that's what i'll talk about.

i remember jack and jane fighting a lot abt something i literally can't even remember right now, and me trying to mediate. my mediation skills are already poor so you can imagine what being drunk did for them. i got a look from jack after i said something and i knew thats when i needed to pipe down. and did! they eventually got over it and we were able to go back in and dance. i love dancing with them bc i get face jane and dance towards her and still be able to see jack since he's dancing behind her. i'll be blunt, the liquor was making it give threesome energy. jack kept looking at me sorta weird and like smiling when i was dancing with jane and she was like watching this happen and smiling at me too? hello guys im also smiling? smile? idk it was weird and def just caused by the liquor. now that im sober and sane, i would neva!

ok ok so now for the special guest stars! i had the pleasure (yuck) of seeing my older cousin's friends from highschool! i only went to school with them for two years, so i don't totally know them but i know them enough to be like "hey guys omg! yeah yeah he's my cousin he's good!" with them, ya know? so drunk me did just that bc it just happened to be like the three most obnoxiously jock type of guys. ofc i had to go talk to them. plus, the guy i went up to has been coming by my fast food job a lot so i had to approach him. so i go up to him and we're both like, exclaim at the same time at each other which was unexpected on my side but i was like "oh my god you're at my job so much!" and he was like "oh my god my favorite fast food worker!" and it was funny. and we chatted and i offered him my cart and he made this real sleazy face and was like "why are you being so sweet to me". imagine roblox smirk face, i am not even lying. and then we just chatted more and then i started talking to his friend some how who i actually didnt recognize fully but i knew he was in their class. and when i would dap this guy up to show respect (he was talking abt quitting something or something) he would like try to intertwine our fingers and hold my hand. i had to laugh in his face bro i couldn't help it. and then i like dapped him up again to leave and he tried to hold it and i took it away real quick while still laughing and went back to jane and jack. then we just danced and i felt all of their little group judging us lowk. idk maybe im just being insecure but i felt it dammit!

ok thats really all i remember LMAO. i know more happened but i can't for the life of me remember. something something happening back in jack's room, tension ooo? i wish i could remember but i CANNOT! but yeah that's all! luv a good girl's night :]

#blog #text post #im just a girl #girlblogging #just girly posts #hehe

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imsupposedtobearesponsibleteen · 5 months

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I was put in a less than ideal situation and I'm mad about it

Hello, before I start telling you this story, quick tw; themes of suicide, self harm, bipolar disorder, and mental health services.

For the record, I have bipolar type 2, and I live with 3 girls. I'm a trans guy (this is relevant later, as is the next piece of information). For the past 5 weeks, my housemates have all been a little bit off. Couldn't put my finger one what, or why. this was, but they were. For the past 3 of those 5 weeks, the three of them have barely spoken to me, and the most I've managed to get out of them is "the next time you're in the living room, open the windows."

So, on Thursdays morning, i woke up to banging on my bedroom door and 2 men yelling. I check my phone, its 2am and I have 5 missed calls from a withheld number. At this point, I'm scared and confused, but know that if i don't answer my bedroom door, whoever is yelling is gonna come in my room (I have a funny thing about people in my room). I open my bedroom door to find 2 paramedics stood there. No hi, hello, no "we're here because of A, B, C," what I'm met with is "we know you have bipolar, are you taking your meds?"

At which point im like, what the hell? like what is this? whats going on? start from the beginning, what?

One of them then asks me if I know why they're there, and I'm like, well no, obviously, it's 2am and you've just woken me up whats happening?

The same guy then proceeds to tell me that the ambulance service have had a phone call from someone saying I was planning on taking my own life and that I was actively and "seriously" self harming (they were his words not mine, I don't believe that the way someone self harms or depth someone goes is a relevant factor in severity, but elitism in struggling i guess is where this guy was coming from?).

At which point i have to stand there and tell him I am fine, none of this is true and all of what he's been told is unfounded, baseless and a bit of a shock on top of the one I've already had.

The issue is, these paramedics are now doing a welfare check. They can't have me say "I'm fine" and then just leave at this point. So I'm put in the back of the ambulance and we sit there outside my house, and he does my obs. He starts to complain about how high my blood pressure and heart rate are, at which point I remind him of the situation that is currently happening to me and not him. I then have to speak to the crisis team and I get given a crisis appointment at 10:30 am.

I get on the bus at like, 8:15, but while I'm waiting, I send a message to the group chat for my house saying, "can someone please explain what the hell happened at 2am because I'm really confused and rattled."

I then have to explain the entire situation to them, who say that I shouldn't have been put through any of that. The only good thing that came out of me going there was figuring out that my GP had actually given me the wrong information about how to take 1 of my meds, so I'm happy about that so I can take it properly.

On my way back home, I get a reply. "We were concerned about your safety so rang 111 (non emergency general advice medical line in the UK) who told us to ring 999 (the UK solution to 911) so we did."

Bearing in mind that these people have bearly acknowledged my existence for the past month. Hardly. So I ask, "well, none of you have said you were concerned or anything really so like whats the deal? why didn't you ask?" They all see my message. Nobody responds. So I ask again, "none of you have expressed concern or worry, nobody gave me a heads up about the fact you'd rung 999 and Im very shaken and this entire thing could have been avoided if someone had asked, and none of you did, whats the deal?"

Turns out the three of my housemates and the rest of the wider friendship group have been talking about my mental health behind my back. One of them that I live with has admitted to going to university mental health advisors and other people about me and my mental health without talking to me first.

The exact quote "I didn’t decide to ring an ambulance out of the blue to traumatise you, I had been gathering professional advice for weeks on what to do, I met with a mental health advisor who told me to ring 111 asap and the rest was me following professional advice, I was doing what I was told was the correct procedure." In an earlier text she'd said, "I really hope you take on an active role in your own recovery and engage with the support from the uni."

A few things about these 2 statements; number one, I am receiving professional help from a psychiatrist and other professionals outside of the university, hence my bipolar diagnosis and stuff. There has been an assumption made that I'm not receiving help and I don't agree with it, and I can't quite tell if this comes from a place of "you're bipolar, why would you engage?" or if this comes from a place of "I haven't heard you talk about support in our 1 brief conversation about your bipolar so I'm assuming you dont have any." Either way, this comes off as passive aggressive, and shocking someone in a traumatic situation does not push them towards help, it can push them away from it.

Secondly, "I didn't do it to traumatize you." I'm telling you, you traumatized me. Intent isn't impact. The correct response to me telling you that's what you did is communication and acceptance, not deflection.

Thirdly. Lets not lose track that in all of this, i got the shock of my life on thursday morning, but my mental health has been a topic of discussion behind my back and without my consultation or consent for weeks. Nobody bothered to to tell me what was going on for weeks. I feel violated and like I can't trust anyone anymore.

The last thing is, there is no "professional advice on what to do" in this situation. I'll tell you why, the only person that can give me proper mental health support and advice in my situation is my psychiatrist and my GP where appropriate. The "professional advice on what to do" is based one a one sided opinion from a person that did not bother to ask me first and is sneaking around behind my back. If the mental health professionals who are genuinely involved in my care thought there was some sort of issue, trust me, that would have been acted upon if it hasn't already been.

I brought up the fact that I'm a trans guy at the beginning of this, and you are probably wondering what that has to do with anything is this scenario. The reason is, i go by my name with the people I live with and with a number of the charities I do work with, but I haven't got round to changing it legally. That affected the conversation I had with the paramedics because I then had to go through the entire process of telling them about that. Was not a conversation I wanted to have at 2am on a Thursday morning in that situation. I appreciate my housemates calling me my name, but they know my deadname, in that scenario I'd have rather them just have used that to save me the trauma. On top of that, my housemates don't know my student ID number, so if the person that referred me to mental health in the university (which I am going to decline if I get the email because I don't need their support given what I have already) I doubt they'll get in touch because I'm not sure they'll be able to find me because my name on the register is my legal name.

#mental heatlh #mental disorder #mental health #mentally ill #mental health awareness #bipolar 2 #bipolar disorder

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Donald was doing pretty good at managing his time, that is, until he suddenly wasn’t. He thought that he had made all of the proper preparations, however he might have missed a step or two when preparing certain dishes.

This time he was carrying a pretty decently sized box (like a take out container, don’t worry it’s been washed but it does have a logo from one of the star trail restaurants. Reduce, reuse recycle) and was looking for someone to give away this food.

He spots one human girl with a blue shirt, and auburn hair… were those leaves in her hair? Well, no matter, she looked hungry and Donald was here to give! He walks up to her, taps her on the arm, and smiles.

[Hello! My name’s Donald, and I’m looking for people to celebrate thanksgiving with.] He holds the container out to her. [I hope you don’t mind! Happy Thanksgiving!] Inside the container is 3 ears of corn! They have been cooked, with little whiffs of steam coming off of them. What they are missing however is any seasoning whatsoever, and they’re still a little wet… he was in a hurry.

The couple holidays she'd been here for had been sort of rough on Anne. Sure, the people in the city were nice, but she didn't really have any friends close enough to really be able to get into the spirit of things. Without anyone to celebrate with, any efforts would just be kind of sad. So she watched the festivities go by listlessly.

Now, with Thanksgiving having arrived, she felt like things would be the same, but even more morose. The holiday was entirely about getting together with family and friends to eat. No fun decorations to admire, no songs to sing...that was it, and it looked like it'd be just another Thursday for the girl. She'd just have to find something to eat on her own...

Then a tap on her arm. She drew around to look at the one who'd done it, blinking in surprise at the sight of a talking duck! It didn't faze her too bad, of course- ever since she first arrived in Amphibia, the whole "talking human-sized animal" thing had lost its shock factor real fast. What proved to be significantly more surprising was the words he said, and the box he held out toward her! She'd never even talked to him before, yet here he was giving her a dish just for the holiday!

"Oh, dude! That's so nice of you! Thank you so much!" She peeked into the container to see the corn and gave a good whiff. Definitely warm and freshly cooked, though she couldn't smell any seasoning on them. Well, this might have been short notice, so preparation time was short. Nothing she couldn't resolve anyway!

"Oh man, now I gotta make you something too! Do you like Thai food? I used to work in my mom's restaurant, and I even helped renovate a pretty run-down place with some fusion dishes made with the local cuisine in the frog world I got stuck in! I don't think I could grab all the ingredients from the store, head back home, cook it up, and get it to you tonight...but just look up Anne Boonchuy in the directory and give a call when you're craving some laab jay or something!"

#theunluckiestduck #HI I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH #Not just the Thanksgiving thing but also characters from real good Disney shows meeting ;v;#(I have not watched enough Duck Tales tbh)

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even though you and ryujin went to the same highschool, you only ever noticed each other at one of your mom's galas. your dad was a famous politic, and your mom? well, she'd been doing business with ryujin's father since you can remember. so, you already had an advantage when you met, and it was the ability to avoid the whole "my dad/mom is a crime lord" conversation

needless to say, you were also going through training of your own, and meeting someone your age who knew exactly how that felt, was refreshing. plus she was pretty, and hot, you couldn't decide whether you liked her in pretty dresses or suits and leather jackets more.

she was pretty quick to start flirting, and the next time you run into each other (this time for an operation your parents wanted you to attend), you hookup in the back of her car. and then at school, at lia's party, and then again in her house when her parents were out traveling. no one is surprised, and by no one i mean jisu who saw bite marks above your right breast when you change in front of her like usually. the next day, she notices ryujin's own marks under her ear with a shaking head.

you do the whole "friends with benefits" thing for a few months, you go on a few dates with a couple different girls, but you were both falling for the other fast and hard. so she asks to be 'exclusive' friends with benefits first. that doesn’t help much at all though. because she still finds herself wanting to make you laugh more often. sometimes cuddling you after sex, and she even sneaks hello and goodbye pecks whenever she can, but she can't keep it quiet for much longer, the pitter pat of her heart was getting louder every day she spent with you and she was worried you might hear it.

"we need to stop fucking" so she decides spitting this out at lunch, out of nowhere and not even giving herself time to sit properly was the right decision. you have no idea why.

"... okay?" you're not even done chewing your fry, and she finds the way you stare back at her to be rather weird.

"is that it?"

"i'm not gonna force you to have sex with me ryujin" you're not gonna lie, it hurt your ego and feelings when she brings it up, you probably wouldn't see much of her anymore, and you wanted to. but you can't say that, won't say either.

"you're not gonna ask me why?" her pout is cute

"i didn't know you wanted me to" you shrug, looking at her food that she hasn't touched since she sat in front of you. "but i'm all ears"

"i wanna take you out" she blurts. huh, that was much easier than she expected. she thinks? your reaction confuses her, she wishes she knew what was going through your head in this moment

"oh” fuck, she knew she shouldn't have said anything, now she won't even get to see you to fuck, or see you at all. and now her armpits are sweating profusely, shit, her whole body is heating up in embarassment, and she's just about to leave, to cry it all off in the bathroom, when you finally reply with "im busy mondays with my mom, meetings and stuff" you shrug "but you can pick me up any other day"

she places the tray back on the table, and sighs "thursday?"

"sounds good" you nod "make it worth it" you say, picking up your trash and walking over to jisu who was waiting for you at the door of the cafeteria.

you already thought a date with her was more than worth it, but you enjoyed the way her cheeks flare up and she nods quickly and nervously in response. so the date jisu and you had planned to just hang out at the mall and buy yourself pretty clothes, turned into the two of you looking for an outfit that was nice yet versatile enough that no matter what ryujin had planned you wouldn't look out of place

you had only been on a couple dates when that one talent show happened, and it could explain the nerves that ryujin told yuna about when they were folding pamphlets, but ryujin still felt the butterflies in her stomach and the drying of her throat even after marrying you.

she knew quickly she wanted to spend the rest of her life with you, and it scared her to think you could've thought differently about her. while your relationship was never perfect, and there were times when the two of you found yourselves questioning whether being together was even the right thing to do, she couldn't see the rest of her life without you. and honestly, neither could you.

and you weren't surprised when she proposed, partly because of that one conversation you had about wanting to be with each other forever, but also because yuna and lia were too obvious, and so was she. you say yes, to no one's surprise of course, and the next thing you know, your relationship has unlocked another sort of level the two of you are eager to begin

years later though, when ryujin and you take over your family businesses, move in together and all, when it feels like the two of you have been through everything together, she often finds herself mentally patting her own back in praise for having the guts to ask you out.

#my stuff #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #ryujin x reader #ryujin imagine #mob!ryujin #mr timeline #ryujin !#ryujin blurb #ryujin fluff #ryujin x you #mr-timeline

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Hi bb, congrats on your job, you deserve it so much🥺🥺

For your event, what about game streamer shigaraki who gets frustrated because he lost a game and takes it out on his poor girlfriend by fucking her dumb🧎‍♀️

Notes: thank you so much snow 🥺🥺 but YESSSS I LOVE THIS OMG!! Although I've had another idea so I'm changing it a wee bit hehe, sorry I hope you still like it!

Warnings: Dubcon, Blowjob, (I think this counts as exhibitionism)

streamer!Shigaraki x f!Reader

Every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday between 7pm and 9pm you are banned from leaving the house. You are the ony who wanted a fucking puppy so you have to deal with the responsibilities. Shigaraki makes you sit in the bedroom for those two hours with the puppy while he does his Twitch streams.

You could have sworn you closed the door after yourself when you went for a quick trip to the toilet. But your stomach dropped as you peed and you heard yapping and scampering across the wooden floor. The mischevious pup was heading right for Shigaraki.

He was mid game when he heard the sound of sweet little barks in the distance hurrying towards him. He died in the middle of his game which lead to a ton of comments about what a crappy player he was. He picked up the puppy when he felt him chewing at the bottom of his jeans. The comments quickly turned from insults to coos when everyone saw a little wagging tail and an adorable pink tongue licking at your boyfriends nose.

violet_knight87: omg puppy!!!!

n1ck_the_n0rd: didn't know u had a dog??

hailhenry: is that a corgi? what's his name?

itsbethbaby: u look so cute with the puppy!! such a hottie 🥵

"He's my girlfriends puppy everyone relax... Babe! Get the dog!" he yelled to you. Your heart was pounding as you peed as quickly as you possibly could. You wiped in a hurry and washed your hands as fast as your body would allow.

The comments were all teasing him now. Claiming he's making up the fact he has a girlfriend. Someone like him couldn't possibly have a girlfriend. But he smirks, knowing they're all about to be proven dead wrong.

"I'm so sorry Tomura!" you spoke as you burst in to grab the puppy. The chat was in an uproar, not that Tomura was paying any attention as he handed the dog to you. "He's so sneaky, I could have sworn I shut the door." you told him.

"It's fine." he huffed. "Just put him back I've only got twenty minutes left. He alerted you. You turned to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist and started tapping on a spot of his cheek. You smiled, bending down to kiss him softly before you left.

n1ck_the_n0rd: how the fuck did u get a girl like that? 🔥🔥🔥

hailhenry: she's way out of ur league shig, did u brainwash her? LMAO

itsbethbaby: she isn't that hot wtf everyone... 😠

violet_knight87: anyone else missing the puppy? 😭

"Are you fucking kidding me? She pursued me you fuckers." he complained, very irritated by the insinuation that he wasn't good enough for you. "Babe? Get your ass in here." he demanded as he called for you down the hallway. You made sure to securely close the door behind you to keep the puppy at bay.

"Everything okay?" you wondered. He pulled you onto his lap and told you to say hello. You smiled widely and said hello to everyone watching.

"Tell them how much you love me princess, tell them you came onto me." he instructed. You felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment, but did as you were told.

"I love Tomura very much. I had a crush the minute I laid eyes on him and asked him out! Is that all?" you wondered. He read the comments, they were all still doubting your words. He was seething.

"Show them."

"Huh?"

"Get on your knees and show them how much you love me." he said with an entirely straight face. You searched his eyes looking for any inkling that he was joking. He couldn't possibly think this was a good idea. Surely he didn't expect you to humiliate yourself like this. "Now."

You dropped to your knees like it was second nature. You began undoing the button of his jeans and pulled the zip down. His length sprung free and smacked off his abs. He smirked as he read the comments while you began to beat him off. Things like this isn't really about to happen right? But yes, it was. He moved your hair to the side so they could all get a good look at your face.

"Stop staring at it, suck it already."

With that, you sunk your mouth onto his shaft, gobbling up each and every inch. Coos of 'good girl' and 'that's my little slut' rushed straight to your cunt.

He grinned as he noticed his viewer count dramatically increase each second. It must be true when people say sex sells. You sucked him off for the remainder of the stream. Your jaw was aching and you were desperate to shower away your shame. He pulled the webcam down to give everyone a first person view of what a good cockslut you were. He began pumping himself quickly. He squirted his release in and around your mouth.

"Swallow it." he told you. You did, sticking your tongue out for good measure. "Tell them how much you love my cock."

"I love your cock Tomura... s'fucking perfect. I love you Tomura."

He feels very fucking smug reading the chat now. Compliments of what a big cock he has, what a perfect slut he has, how he should invite you onto every stream.

"I'm ending this stream now, gonna fuck her brains out til she's crying. Bye cunts."

this is part of my ON THE JOB event

#tomura shigaraki #league of villains smut #shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #tw dubcon #mha drabble #bnha drabble #bnha smut #mha smut #tw fellatio #tw exhibitionism #tomura shigaraki smut

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hajimeiwaswife · 3 years

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THE WAY I LOVED YOU

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Wanings: angst (but fluff, too)

Summary: You weren't over the love Childe provided you, even when you were engaged to Albedo years later.

A blue, pink and mauve sky garnished the surroundings of the Stormbearer Mountains. The summery breeze, warm as the light of the bright sun, comforted those who walked along the path of fallen leaves, wild flowers and the smell of mint. A beautiful landscape presented itself for sore eyes to see.

A certain Alchemist was working on his new masterpiece, relaxing under the few rays of light that came with dusk, painting the one he considered the most beautiful person to ever put a foot on Teyvat. Mixing the colours of nature, he portraited on the sketch book the view he had of his fiancée and the scenery, all of it worthy of a cheesy romance novel and a fantasy book.

"How much time do you need?" Y/N asked in a tired tone, trying not to shift her position, "I'm getting crumps on my face from smiling."

The man didn't answer at the moment, considering for a brief time her question and filling a space on the page that still needed his attention. At last, he looked at her and smiled at the image he had the honour of witnessing. The girl, dressed in a summer white and blue dress, was slightly pouting at the lack of talking from his part. Her hair danced with the wind and he thanked Barbatos for letting him see her golden locks fly around her face.

"Just a little more, my love," he answered, his attention shifting back to the drawing in front of him.

"You said that an hour ago," the girl sighed, putting a smile again on her face so she didn't disrupt her lover from painting her, "I thought you wanted to go see Sucrose before the sun came down. Oh! And also, you promised Klee you'd visit her."

He hummed, immersed in the way her features took a hardened expression when she tried to remember something that needed to be done. Brows furrowed and fore finger on her right cheek, she looked at him in search of a comment from the Alchemist.

"Albedo! Are you listening to me?"

"You're so beautiful." mumbled the man, lost in her and the blush that was forming on her visage.

Shameless and, at the same time, honest and shy. That was Albedo, the one she was engaged to. Such an honourable and good man, someone who loved her as much as the Sea loved its waves, as much as the birds loved the Wind, as much as a Dwelling loved the warmth of the fire. He gave her his everything and from the bottom of his own person, and she was grateful for it.

"I'm sorry" he promptly said, coughing on his palm to hide the evident embarrassment he felt, "It wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable."

At that, she couldn't help but laugh. He was such a beautiful person, always searching her comfort and well-being before anyone else's, always taking care of her and looking for her. A pure soul, she would venture to affirm.

"Don't be silly, sweetheart," Y/N chuckled, positioning once again for him to portray her, "you know I love it when you compliment me. Now, c'mon, finish before the sun falls."

"As you wish."

One more hour of dirtying their hands in paint and observing the marvellous dusk that came upon them, they left to visit Sucrose, who was willing to tell Albedo about her advances in the research they both were working on.

"That's impressive, Sucrose," Albedo praised the girl, reading the documents and correcting those things he found could be improved.

Y/N turned off the conversation, not really interested in the depths of the Alchemy. She respected what the husband to be and her friend did for a life and she couldn't be prouder, but that didn't mean she wanted to hear the endless conversations about properties a flower could have.

After saying goodbye to the little Alchemist, they both headed to say hello to little Klee, who was mad at them for coming so late, it was already her time for bed and, as she said, 'We can't go bomb fishing!', followed by a 'Do you not love Klee?' Reassuring the little bomb crazy kid was more draining than she could imagine, but she did it for Albedo, nonetheless.

The afternoon turned into the late hours of the night, lilac sky was now dark and adorned with stars. The Alchemist had intertwined his fingers with Y/N's, sighing in content, allowing himself to relax at the warmth of her hand and the serenity reigning in Mondstadt.

"Maybe we should head home, you seem exhausted," commented Albedo after watching his fiancée yawn for the third time in ten minutes.

"That would be great, actually." Y/N yawned again, gaining a quiet chuckle from the man next to her.

No one talked again, everything already said until the moment to bid goodnight when they laid in bed. Albedo, being the reserved man he was, kept himself in his side of the bed, not too confident to spoon his girl still.

The silence was only accompanied by Albedo's soft snores. Darkness decorated the walls of the room in the AM. The sense of being trapped growing inside Y/N as she thought of the implications of her new life. She was engaged to an incredible man, who told her how beautiful she was and how much he loved her every single day; who went with her on strolls and made her laugh; who could teach her more than she could ever imagine; who appreciated her as she was.

Still, she felt nothing. At all.

She liked Albedo, that was clear. Who wouldn't like Albedo? He was the perfect man. On more than one occasion, Y/N had Amber and Barbara drooling about how lucky she was to be with someone like him. She knew she was the luckiest girl in Teyvat, most women simped over Diluc or Albedo. But, at the same time, she only felt guilt for being with him without actually loving him.

Anxiety growing on her, she decided to stand up. She walked out of the room, being careful not to disrupt Albedo's sleep, and headed to the transport point, she needed to be away from any form of human activity, she felt like shouting and hitting the first thing she could see. Breathing becoming a very tedious task as she approached the device, opting to go to Mt. Aocang. If she was going to wake someone up, she preferred an Adeptus who wouldn't ask more than any nosy human.

The wind, colder than that afternoon, calmed her to the point her lungs could take the oxygen she had been trying to get for minutes. The orange leaves obscured by the night reminded her of the hair she used to love so much. The hair of that man she had once despised, then loved, and then lost.

He, who claimed to be brave enough to enter her heart, had been the one to take it and keep it even until those days. Y/N noticed how her breathing became irregular again, she was used to it, every time she thought about the Harbinger. That repulsive, irresponsible, dishonest, cunning, intelligent and breath-taking man she couldn't forget. How had she let it come so far?

Albedo gave her everything, yet her heart yearned Childe's love. How pathetic.

"Fuck you, Childe!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring for the Adepti, not caring for those who could hear her cursing the Harbinger Tartaglia at 2 a.m. a Thursday night. "You ruined me, you motherfucker!"

So many fights, so many make outs, so much love making, so many nights under the stars trying to comprehend their feelings for the other. All of that for nothing. Like the bitter cold of Snezhnaya they froze, their hearts on their sleeves, light that came from the satellite above turned off.

"You know, sometimes I feel like you don't like me that much." she remembered him saying, his characteristic smirk on his face, "It's true we had our... abrasions, but girlie, c'mon, don't be so stiff."

She could clearly see in her mind how his hands came to her waist, grabbing her in a gentle but at the same time rough grip. A shivered down her spine, in the present and in the pass, and she was sure she would feel it in the future, too.

"How am I supposed to trust you, Harbinger?" she had said, crossing her arms after pulling away from him.

"Easy, trusting me."

And she did. She felt like a fool for allowing him to be so near, to had felt love from him, for loving him.

"Are you feeling okay? You look pale, my love," Albedo commented, a hand of his on the forehead of his lover, a worried expression on his face.

"Yes, Albedo, don't worry, I didn't sleep too well last night," Y/N reassured him, smiling slightly at her fiancé.

The Alchemist hummed, nodding to himself and returning to his work. The girl had returned to their room after a couple of hours in Mt. Aocang, praying for Albedo to not had noticed her absence. Apparently, he didn't. Had he noticed he would had already asked about it, or so she thought.

"I was thinking about visiting Liyue today, there are some materials there I need for my research," Albedo said after some minutes, looking at her, "I was wondering if you'd like to come."

Y/N's heart dropped. She had to say yes, how could she say no to Albedo? He wanted to spend time with her while still working, an effort she really appreciated. But, going to Liyue? What if he was there? Strolling those streets the two of them had travelled a thousand times.

But his gaze was still on her, waiting patiently for a reply. Doubtfully, she considered all her options: not going and upsetting Albedo; going and crossing him; going and being unable to continue due to the memories. No option was good, she had to choose between her fiancé's well-being and hers. 'He's made so any sacrifices for me'.

"I would love to, love."

Merchants selling, people buying, contracts being signed. That was Liyue in all its glory. Red, green and blue being the most recurrent colour themes on the walls, roofs and gardens, a gift to anyone who wanted to visit a paradise.

Albedo was buying some materials while Y/N stood next to him, not looking at anyone's face in case Childe decided to make one of his classic appearances. She grabbed Albedo's sleeve as a way to comfort herself, reassuring one time and one time again that she didn't have that much of bad luck to cross him in such a huge city.

She turned her head to look around at last, brave to see the stores and Liyue's people. Many of them knew who she was, having helped most of them at least in one occasion, great people with beautiful and peaceful lives. She had that now, at Albedo's side. But why did she feel like it wasn't what she wanted?

The red mask in one of the stalls froze her in her place, it looked identical to Childe's. She knew it wasn't his, of course, he was too involved in the Fatui and too wealthy to pledge his mask, but it made her remember him and one of the many memories she had with him in Liyue, again.

"Girlie, don't be like that" Childe exclaimed, smiling at her with bravado, "You don't have to feign you don't want that bracelet."

"I don't want it," repeated her for the third time, growing irritated.

"I have enough money to buy it for you, darling," the Harbinger insisted, taking her left hand in one of his and kissing her knuckles.

"How charming," she murmured ironically, rolling her eyes and pulling her hand out of his grasp.

"I know," he smirked, going after her, "and I also know how much you love when I act like a gentleman."

"How would you know that if you've never acted like one?" she snorted, watching his expression turn into an offended one.

"I'm a gentleman, you just can't appreciate my efforts to woo you," he replied with a pout.

"Aw, little Childe can't take a no for an answer," Y/N continued to tease him, smiling slightly at his spoiled brat's act.

"Very well, little lady, you're not having that bracelet," he stamped and turn away from her, walking without a real direction.

"Not that I wanted it!" she shouted at the distance.

Needless to say, she found the bracelet in her purse that night with a cheesy note that claimed 'To my favourite and stubborn traveller, with love, Childe'.

She still had it in her wrist, accompanying her wherever she went, reminding her of the stupid man that gifted it to her. Golden with Snezhnaya patterns, orange jewelry decorating the surface of the material. Albedo never said anything about it, never asked, and she was grateful for it, he knew to respect her space.

Her fiancé had just finished purchasing what he needed, looking at her with a loving gaze. She felt nothing, only appreciation, and she felt awful for not returning his feelings at their best, he deserved to be loved and spoiled. However, she missed him, she missed what they had.

The grey sky announced the storm that was coming, thunder and lightning appearing to give a performance of nature power. She had fought, walked, ran and danced in rain. She had danced, kissed and loved. But nothing of it with Albedo.

"Now a step to the left" instructed Childe, grabbing her waist with his left hand and her hand with his right one, "and now turn around... That's it! Perfect! You're a natural."

"Stop lying," she laughed, following what he was saying and dancing with him in a forgotten valley in some old ruins, "I can't dance for the love of Barbatos."

"I think you're really good, almost seductive," he purred, kissing her jaw and going down her neck, "seeing you move your hips like that just" an animalistic growl came from the back of his throat.

"Okay, calm down big guy, we're not fucking here."

The sound of thunder interrupted his reply, confusing them both for a moment. Suddenly, rain poured and soaked them wet. Y/N looked for somewhere they could go to shelter from the storm, but Childe just laughed and started making her dance again.

"What the hell are you doing, pee-brain!" she exclaimed, desperate.

"Dancing with you under the rain. Isn't it romantic?" he asked, smug as always.

"Romantic until we catch a hypothermia."

He didn't budge. Swaying them both with the dark landscape behind them, leaves flying around, wind aggressive. But nothing mattered as they looked at each other; love, affection and lust hidden in their souls, wanting nothing more than to indulge to the other and become one. How can anyone love this much? How can feelings root that deep? Childe was the only answer to those questions.

With nothing but a soft caress to her cheek, he smashed his lips on hers, kissing her while the rain accentuated the wet sounds. Everything with him was wild, but so addictive she couldn't help but coming undone, indulging to everything he asked silently from her. A kiss in the rain never felt so good.

"I'll be right back, I just need to drop this at Mingxing Jewelry," Albedo said, giving her a peck before leaving.

She stood there for a few moments, wondering what she could do white she waited for her lover. The rain was nearing Liyue Harbor, Albedo had told her he needed to do a couple of things more before going to the transport point to return home. She felt like throwing up, not a single spot in the city did not remind her of the love of her life, including their ugliest moments as a couple.

"How could you!?" Y/N screamed, feeling completely devastated and deceived.

"I had to! I'm sorry, okay?"

"No! It's not okay!" his indifference was breaking her heart, looking at him with disappointment, "Again! You did it again!"

"I was ordered to!" he shouted, his voice the same tone as hers, wrath in his eyes, "I have a job and you knew about it when you decided to fuck me!"

"What the hell, Childe!" she cried, "First of all, you nearly destroy Liyue! Again! Not only once but twice!" she was tired, everything was going down in front of her and she didn't want to watch it come to ruins, "And fuck you? You mean love you?"

"Love, sex, everything's the same, isn't it?" he replied, calmer and returning to his indifferent tone.

"W-what do you mean?" the fuming storm stopped to bring an eye of the hurricane, waiting patiently to unleash the tsunami over them.

"What you heard; I don't find a difference between the two concepts."

"You're lying," she murmured, unbelieving. How could he say that when an hour ago he was looking at her with so much love? Was it all an act? No, you can't feign feelings so deep.

"You're just too fool to see it, girlie," his smirk appeared, making her shake in fear, fear of losing what she cared about, "confusing terms and assuming things without asking."

"You're lying." she repeated, more to herself than for him to hear. He sighed, as if he was done with her.

"Think what you want. Now, there are people waiting for me. Until next time, girlie."

The shattering of her heart served up as the soundtrack of his departure. The leaves that had been once so vibrant and full of colour now danced around her in muted tones, mocking her. That was it, the end of their love. The palace the resembled their union fell into pieces, she needed to let go of him. The words he said cut deeper than a knife, made her feel cold. But how could she let go if she still loved him?

"So now you're with the Alchemist," a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts, making her turn to the source of it.

There he was. Orange hair and piercing blue eyes. His smirk wasn't present in the portray he displayed of himself, walking as the noble man he said he was. Her heart raced for the first time in years, asking her for indulgence, for permission to feel.

"Yes," was the first thing she said after some minutes processing what was happening. Childe was there, in front of her, "yes, I'm with Albedo."

"I see," he commented, uninterested. She thought that was all the interaction they would have, that he would go away again and leave her live her life, but she had to know better, "even if you can't forget me, you allow yourself to be with someone else?"

"What is it to you?" Y/N felt offended, who did he think he was to reprimand her in such a dirty way? He couldn't know she wasn't over him, could he?

"It's unfair for both of you. You see, love shouldn't feel like you owe something to someone just because they love you." Childe said, his gaze falling at the bracelet for a couple of seconds before looking at the landscape, "You're fooling him and yourself."

"And what would you know about love?" the question came in a bitter tone. She was angry, how dare he talk about love when he did her so wrong? When he hurt her so much?

"Touché." Childe gave her a sincere smile that reached his eyes, it was breath-taking. Y/N felt her stomach twirl and her heart jump at the sight of such a beautiful scenario, "Glad to see you well, Y/N. See ya!"

And like that, he left the place as if he hadn't turned her world around again. She missed him, she admitted to herself that she missed him. She missed his wild nature, his odd conversations, the mystery wrapping around him. She couldn't forgive him, but she couldn't live without him, either. That's the way she loved him.

Once Albedo returned from his errands, they both went to the transport point to return to Mondstadt. The way back was silent, but not a comfortable one as they always had, there was some tension lingering in between them. She wanted to attribute it to the tension she had been carrying since her encounter with Childe, but deep down she knew there was something else.

When they entered their house, they both changed into their sleeping garments without sharing a word, waiting for the other to be the first one to break the silence. Y/N didn't have it in her to be the brave one in the situation at hand, so, finally, Albedo spoke.

"I know you're not over him," he said, calmly, but there was jealousy in his tone.

She was surprised to hear him say those words. She never mentioned Childe before, less being in a relationship with him. She wanted to feel fear, the same one she felt when her argument with Childe broke them apart, but she felt nothing at all. Why? Why couldn't she be in love with a man life him?

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Y/N." Albedo sighed, sitting at the edge of their shared bed.

"B-but", she stuttered, searching for words, "H-how do you know...?"

"There were rumours... some years ago, about the 'traveller' being with one of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. It was during your time at Liyue."

She nodded, understanding, but really not understanding anything, "Did you believe them?"

"I can't say yes, but I can't say no, either." Albedo looked at her, he didn't look angry, and that made her feel a little bit better. "I just couldn't know if it was true or not because I wasn't there."

"I see." another moment of silence followed. She took a deep breath and looked at him in the eyes, "Why do you say that I'm not over him, though?"

"There are so many signs, you aren't the subtlest person, love." he chuckled, "The bracelet has Snezhnaya patterns and you haven't taken it out in all these years. I can only assume it was a present from Tartaglia."

Y/N nodded again, impressed with how observant Albedo was and with his deduction skills. She wished for the hundredth time that day that she would have fell in love with him and not with the Harbinger.

"I'm so sorry-" she began, but was quickly interrupted by her fiancé.

"Don't." he commanded, "That's not the only thing that gave you away."

"What do you mean?"

"Your late night trips."

'He knew' she thought, searching for any clues that could tell her when he had discovered it, but there were none. 'He has known all this time.'

"Why haven't you said anything?" she asked.

"I wanted to give you space," he began, "I must admit, however, that at first I thought you were cheating on me."

"I would never-" she was interrupted again, a kind gaze on his eyes.

"I know, I know. I realized when you came home smelling like grass and mint and not with the cologne of another man."

It was silent again, Y/N tried to find anything she could say to make him feel better, but she couldn't even understand himself. Why isn't she feeling her heart shattering? She knew why, but she didn't want to indulge in that feeling.

"I'm so sorry, Albedo. I really am."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not." those words sounded identical to the ones she had directed to Childe once upon a time.

"I am aware that you don't love me the way I love you."

"Albedo-"

"But it's okay, I can love both of us enough to fill that gap."

She was at a loss of words. Had she heard it right? What did he mean? Albedo was so calm, so ethereal, looking at her fondly even when he knew she didn't feel the same. He was going to marry a woman that didn't want him the same way she wanted her. And even though he was aware of that, he was smiling.

"Why?" she wondered out loud.

"Because that's how it works, that's the way I love you, until you can return my feelings."

The leaves that danced aggressively at the other side of the window stayed still, processing the scene going on in the room of the Alchemist and the Traveller. Their colour coming back to a vibrant one, giving her hope of being able to love again, to feel something.

Her love with Childe was like the Sun and the Moon, so in love they were crazy for each other, but impossible and unworkable. But, Albedo loved her like the Sea loved its waves, like the birds loved the Wind, like a Dwelling loved the warmth of the fire, and she was going to return it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but she would. And when she did, she would love him as much as the Leaves loved their trees, as much as the Lake loved the rain that floods it, as much as the Horizon loved dusk.

She bid goodbye to Childe that night, leaving the bracelet in the drawer in her nightstand. Adorning her hand only was the ring Albedo had gifted her.

"See you, Childe," she murmured at 2 a.m. before falling in her slumber.

#albedo x you #albedo x reader #childe x reader #childe x you #genshin childe #tartagila #genshin impact #genshin liyue #liyue harbor #mondstadt

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rakasworld · 2 years

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LOST LOVE

Genre: angst and just more angst

Fem!reader x Kade

Now I can't imagine a day without him. I could never get bored of his silly jokes and his antics. When I used to feel low, he used to hug me and bury his face in the crook of my neck and draw patterns on my back to calm me down. How he used to hug me after he got back from work everyday and say, "I love you". How he'd try to make me a meal and failing but never giving up. How he would chase me down the stairs just to fall on top of me. How he'd put his hands around my waist and close his eyes while I run my hands through his hair......The ground below me seemed to crumble, I felt like I got sucked into a dark space, the whole universe seemed to revolve around me. I thought lost him, I lost his touch forever. I was gone for one day and I had to lose him.

It was a Thursday morning when some of my friends suggested to have a trip near the beach. I wanted to take Kade with me but they said that it was a girls trip, so no boys allowed. I felt a bit upset about leaving Kade behind, but when I told him about the trip in the office cafeteria in the afternoon, he insisted me to not think about him and he'll be fine. I worked in the same office as a graphic designer with Kade, but I used to get back earlier than him, and he managed me a day off just for the trip. I was very excited for the trip. He helped me packup my bags in the evening so I can set off on Friday morning. Time flew by before I knew it was 8am already. My friends we're to pick me up a 10. I quickly did all the house chores with the help of Kade. Soon it was 10 and my friends disrespecting the punctuality, came 10 minutes late. I gave my boyfriend, Kate a hug and a kiss in his lips before leaving for the trip near the seaside.

When we reached the beach resort, I called Kade to assure him that we reached the hotel safe and sound. I was having a very good time till the evening, when I realised I hadn't charged my phone and the battery died down. I used one of my friend's charger and charged my phone. After 1 hour later my phone was fully charged and i proceeded to call Kade. The call was immediately picked up...

"Hello? Who's this?"

The unknown voice came from the other end and I was very puzzled.

"I'm y/n and who's this? This is not Kade's."

"I'm Inspector. A. Tsumashi from Yokohama police station, and I suppose this is Mr. K. Shina's phone and you're Miss, Y/n L/n?"

The voice said, my heart dropped and skipped a beat, my head started to spin, but I held myself and managed to speak.

"Y-Yes? What h-happened to Kade?!"

I managed to say, my heart beat raced to hear the news which was definitely not good.

"I'm sorry say but, your boyfriend I suppose, got into a fatal bus accident while he was in the bus. Where are you currently present Miss. Y/n?"

It felt like my happiness that was left drained out. It felt like I went deaf, blind. I wanted to unhear what I just heard. But I can't...

"Hello? Miss Y/n? Are you there? What's your location?"

I wanted to speak but couldn't. My friends understood the situation and told them my location to them. All I could hear was..

"Ok ma'am, can you tell Miss Y/n to come back to Yokohama? Her boyfriend is in the Yokohama hospital right now."

I stood up. My friends tried to stop me and calm me down. Tears we're gushing down my eyes staining my cheeks. I gathered up my strength and said, "I have to go back to Yokohama no matter what." My friends supported me and said that they'll also come with me. We cancelled our booking and set out for Yokohama again. It was around 10 when we cancelled our whole trip and packed up everything. We got a taxi fortunately, and rush for Yokohama. None of us said a word in the whole taxi. Everybody was tensed. Around 12 am we reached Yokohama, then within 10 minutes we reached Yokohama hospital. As soon as I saw the Hospital board, I wanted to jump out of the window and run to my love. My friends understood my impatience, but they couldn't do anything. Afterall it was a fatal accident, he probably won't survive, so my friends we're getting ready to console me.

As soon as the Taxi parked, I flung the door open and ran towards the main hospital building. See me like that, some of my friends ran to hold me back from doing anything. Rest of them payed the driver and got our luggage. I ran to the hospital lobby and my friends didn't let me speak in case I say something disrespectful. I soon got to know Kade's bed no. I went there as fast as I could. My tear stained cheek were once again wet from my tears as soon as I stopped in front of his hospital room. I was silently sobbing, I wanted to go inside but I saw that around him were doctors and nurses who were talking to eachother and i could hear them faintly.

"This is a critical case, most people don't survive in such accidents, he's lucky but how long is that luck going to last we don't know."

I heard them...My whole world was spinning around me. Our dreams of being together, broke. I was recalling all the moments we spent together, how we used to cuddle on Friday evenings and watch movies. The hospital hallways were empty just like my heart without him in my life.

I can't imagine a day without him........

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mercurygray · 3 years

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Hello! Been a fan of your Thirsty Thursdays for a while now. I'm kind of new to requests so I hope this is alright 😊. Would you be up to write a fic with the sensory prompts 48 and 49? No particular character in mind, but I do have a feeling there would be some pining (if you want to take that route, if not, I know I'll still love whatever you write) 💞

This is great! I love combined prompts like this, it makes me think a little more. This was a tough one to pick a ship for - so this scene probably takes place after this one.

Where the hell had his damn lighter gone?

Lew didn't know if his shakes were the cold, the booze, or the nicotine, but he wanted them to stop for five whole minutes so he could make sense of whatever was in his pockets and find the damn lighter. What on earth was this stuff, anyway? Everything crashing against his fingers wasn't what he was looking for - Key, pencil, ball of paper, spare cork, safetypins, matchbook.

...Matchbook?

He pulled it out and flipped it over to look at the cover, the name of the restaurant in neat script, and suddenly he wasn’t in the Bois Jacques any more. When had he put that in this jacket? He'd been wearing his dress uniform when they'd gone there, and then after...

He hadn't ever been good at good-byes. Dropping a girl at the door of her house or dorm was awkward, and sticking around too long meant meeting the maid, the housemother, or, worst of all, the father. A quick peck on the cheek, a promise to call - these were easy enough.

But when it was her hotel room and he'd already fallen asleep in her bed...

If he closed his eyes, he could still conjure the sight of her hair on the pillow, the soft murmur she made as she turned over a little in her sleep, unaware that he was leaving. He knew she'd understand - it wasn't like they meant anything to each other. It was a...a mutual animal instinct, the solution to a shared problem. But still - he'd found himself wanting to stay longer, to see what she looked like in the morning, when she woke up, to roll over and say ‘Hey, beautiful,” and have her look back up at him and mumble ‘Good morning” back with that wonderful smile of hers. His mind had kept catching on the idea, like a shirt going on over damp skin, struggling to sit the way its owner intended, with his heart going a mile a minute to the tune of Eileen, Eileen, Eileen.

And as much as he wanted a smoke, he just couldn't bring himself to use the matches.

"Off somewhere nice?" Lew looked up - Harry was on the edge of the foxhole, looking down in. "You looked far away for a minute there."

Lew scoffed, gesturing with the matchbook. "Yeah, the Ritz-Carlton, in New York, eating a steak."

Welsh nodded. "Room for more at the table?" Lew made a gesture, and Harry slid into the foxhole, looking in his pockets for his cigarettes. "Don't you have a lighter?" Harry asked, gesturing to the matchbook.

"Yeah," Lew said sadly, tapping the cardboard on the edge of his thumb and remembering, belatedly, where he'd put it. He reached into his breast pocket and finally found it, slipping the matchbook back, unused, patting the cardboard against his body where it could sit near his heart, threatening, somehow, to burn him. "Yeah, I do."

#i have written a thing #eileen hammond #lewis nixon #harry welsh #1940s girl gang #mercurygraypresents

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hazbbyhaz · 3 years

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sleepless || harry styles

three

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: the next day

disclaimer: cursing

Even if you know what’s coming, you’re never prepaired for how it feels

“Fuck,” Avery curses as the hot water spills over her skin. She jumps back, holding her hand in pain. “You’re so dumb, Avery. So dumb.” The girl murmurs, hiding her irritated hand in the sleeve of her oversized sweater.

She couldn't sleep as always and decided to make herself a hot cup of tea, as always, and in the midst of doing so, the water spilled. The TV in the living room was still on, though she stopped watching it hours ago.

Do you know what's sadder than this? Bambi. I cried for three days with that movie. No, wait- two. ‘Cause on the third day my mother killed herself so I was partially crying for that.

She couldn't even manage a small laugh at phoebe's joke as she turned the TV off, making her way back to the kitchen to boil yet another kettle of water. It was a quiet Thursday night. During the week the flat was always quiet, most of the time it felt like no one truly lived in the place. The only sounds to be heard from the building was the monstrous parties Sam, who had a flat just above Avery, would throw. Every weekend without fail a party would ensue and nine times out of ten wouldn’t end until at least 5 AM.

To her surprise, on the night she had met Harry a party had not taken place, despite it being a Friday night. The next day she had seen Sam leave his flat in a black suit, and later found out that his mother had passed. Upon hearing the news Avery wanted to comfort him in some way. Let him know that things would be okay, even if she truly didn't know that. She later decided against it, as she and the boy had never had a real conversation with each other. Only quick hellos and silent waves when passing each other in the halls.

Most of the other residents looked at her as if she were a stranger. Like she was a monster because she didn't bake cookies for all her neighbors the first day she moved in.

The encounter with Harry was two weeks ago and since then Avery hasn't left the house, only to restock on necessities and to do her shift at the coffee shop. Each day after that meeting felt more and more unrealistic and sometimes, when she is lying awake at night, she thinks that she might have imagined the entire thing. That Harry had been a side effect of her neglected loneliness.

She poured water into her cup for the second time, this time with no spilling, and let the teabag steep. What's your deal?

As she takes the first sip of her tea, someone knocks on the door. Her gaze moves to the wooden door as she slowly lowers her cup. The clock read just past 4 AM as the knock repeats. She takes a deep breath and sets the cup down on the counter before slowly making her way to the door. Her shaking hand almost reaches for the handle before she catches herself, deciding that it would be wise to look through the peephole first.

On the other side of the door stands someone she least expected to see this early in the morning. Sam was rocking back and forth on her welcome mat. What was he doing here? They had never truly changed a word, nothing more than a polite hello.

He was about to knock again as Avery opened the door, he lowered his fist and she noticed that he had an envelope in his hand. “Oh hello.” Sam smiled, putting his hands behind his back. He’s wearing dark green, loose, checkered pants and a white shirt with the phrase ‘I may be old but at least I got to see Don McLean’ written on it. Sam wasn't much older than Avery was, so she didn't get the shirt.

“I have something for you,” He leans forward, holding the envelope out towards her. “Someone dropped it off at my door with a note telling me to give it to you. Well, I guess it's you, as far as I know, there is no one else named Avery in the building.”

“Yeah, that’s me.” She reaches for the envelope, on the front, it reads Avery in messy handwriting.

“I didn't wake you, did I?” Sam frowns, noticing her tired appearance.

“No, no,” Avery assures him with a nervous smile. “Uhm… Thank you. I'll... see you around.’’ She mumbles before closing the door on him. Her ear pressed against the cold wood until she heard him walk away.

The white envelope in her hand felt light. Avery normally didn't get anything in the mail other than the occasional bill. There was no one to send her letters, so even though she had no idea who had written to her, she was happy to be receiving anything at all.

With a butter knife, she carefully opened it, and took out the piece of paper, and started to read.

Hello Avery,

I looked up your name yesterday because I was bored and found out that it means the fairy or advice, which in my opinion are two very different things. Oh, and by the way, if your name is not Avery, please close this envelope and bring it to the girl called Avery. I know she lives in the house but I have no idea which flat belongs to her. So, if you could be so kind, please help me out and give this to her. If this is Avery, then this is Harry, just to clarify. The Harry who bought you the fish and chips and looks damn good while fighting trained boxers behind bars. You're probably wondering why I am writing to you, Friday next week I am having a birthday party and I would love it if you'd come. I know this is incredibly random and we don't know each other, but I just really need to understand why you don't like seafood. Also, if you have a boyfriend tell him that I have absolutely no bad intentions and that he can come if he wants to. I am turning 22, you don't need to worry about bringing anything, but if you feel oh so inclined, I love cheap wine and music. My address is Clerkenwell Green 1 (London obviously) and the nearest tube station is Farringdon. The party starts at eight o’clock, but the cool people show up early. I hope you can make it,

Harry

P.S. you are the only one who received this masterpiece of an invitation, you should feel honored.

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klarolinedrabbles · 5 years

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What are some of the tvd to fandoms greatest hits so to speak... I was only in it for a short time and then jumped out because I couldn't stand to

Oh, well allow me to be your guide. This will be under a read more because I already know, I’m gonna write a whole essay. Shout out to my ride or die @hellsbellschime.

I don’t think any overtly crazy happened during the good!TVD years. No wait, I’m lying.

The year the spin-off got announced, I believe it was tvguide, that posted an article with like info tidbits for currently airing shows. And one of them, was that Hayley was pregnant with Klaus’ kid. I remember this shit so clearly, man. Everyone was so confused. And then they were like SURPRISE, APRIL FOOLS. Because it was in fact April 1st. So ha-ha we all had a laugh, great. Fastforward to what, late April? Episode 4x20 airs, and it’s exactly what happened???

That whole day btw, the day the backdoor pilot for TO aired was just insanity. I’ll say that about a lot of days in this answer, but that day was really just something else. Like we were delirious, that’s the only way I can explain what happened on here. It was a nightmare but also one of the funniest night’s I’ve ever spent on here. I gotta go back for old time’s sake and reblog some of the shit from that night because we all snapped. And not in the good way.

The TVD 100th. Now, we knew Joseph was coming back for that episode so they hype was real. Because up until that point, we’d gotten a huge load of nothing in regards to Klaroline. They released a trailer, a short one, that’s still in my favorites folder on youtube to this day. I rewatch it all the time because it’s iconic. And there was literally .002 seconds of Klaroline. It’s Caroline standing and then Klaus says “hello, caroline” and everyone lost their shit so much when it dropped that ‘hello caroline’ trended ww on twitter.

THE DAY THE NETWORK THAT AIRED TVD IN AUSTRALIA AIRED A PROMO WITH THE KLAROLINE KISS IN 5X11. ICONIC. I literally woke up, logged on at around 11 AM my time, and my dashboard was on fire. It was the BEST. We didn’t know wtf to do, it was amazing.

Paleyfest. Ohhhh buddy, lemme tell ya. So TVD/TO got chosen to have the CW panel’s at Paleyfest that year. Everyone was on a bit of edge because TO to that point was what, almost done with S1 and Klaroline had been given the mega cold-shoulder despite being the very thing other than the Mikaelson’s that got used to lure people in? After the pregnancy plot from hell, everyone was ready to peace tf out, but we got halted because it was a ‘ohh of course it’s gonna continue’ then they tried to nip Klaroline in the bud with 5x11 and no one was having it. So Paleyfest was where we were gonna get some ANSWERS, DAMMIT. I live on the east coast and the festival was held in the west coast so I wasn’t awake when it was happening. I remember making a post about how ‘going to sleep, and hoping when I woke up the answers were good.’. So I went to sleep, woke up a few hours later like 2-3 AM my time, and checked my blog and the first message I had was ‘don’t wake up stephanie, everything is a mess, stay asleep where everything’s fine’ I—

The gist of that was, they basically set JoMo up to be the bad-cop in shutting down Klaroline. He gave this long answer that made absolutely zero sense. The girl who asked the question about Klaroline, who was like 13 at the time, got called a bully for even asking a question at an event she paid to be at. A mess. And JP was like NO CROSSOVERS, ORGANIC, BLAH BLAH. And Paul was sitting next to her going “why can’t the show’s just intersect”, he was right and he said it.

I can’t remember if this was S1 or S2, but somebody tweeted something and Carina replied ‘when you’re found dead in your basement with klaroline written on you this is why’ or something like that, that was a ~fun~ night. And then like half an hour later she was like “I’m sorry, I’ll never tweet about Klaroline again just leave me alone” if you’ve ever seen this fandom refer to ourselves as basement dwellers, this night is why.

NARDUCCI. Can’t forget him. Talk about a man who just didn’t get it. And I don’t mean Klaroline, he just didn’t get anything, nothing in his head has ever clicked, I’m convinced. He used to pick fights on twitter repeatedly. Admitted once that he missed his flight because he was on twitter…arguing with a fan. AND ONE DAY, he decided to just—snap. Went on this hours long tirade against the Klaroline fandom, essentially calling everyone stupid because no one was appreciating the ‘art’ of the show. So when I say it lasted hours, I mean that. Now, you’d think, that he would be done, right? WELL, apparently that wasn’t enough, so the next day, he continued. I remember because I was in this gc on whatsapp, and I remember Erika sending a message to the gc going “omg, Narducci vs KCers round 2″ when I tell you I screamed. The man went on a two-day rampage against this fandom and it was insane.

S6/S2 of TVD/TO was not a fun time. I can genuinely say it was borderline a chore to come on here during that time. It wasn’t fun, every day someone was in argument with someone from production on twitter. Truly the worst year of the fandom, imo. So S7/S3 rolls around and that’s where shit went nuclear.

Hillary and I, are minding our own damn business, when someone come’s to us with information regarding the new seasons. This was post-SDCC, so it’s like the lull of September, waiting for the seasons to start in October. And we get approached with information, talkin bout how Caroline’s gonna be pregnant with Alaric’s twins in S7. When I tell you we didn’t know wtf to do. And we had to like wait on confirmation about it but then we found out it was legit and we were pissed. Literally ask us if we wanted to be in the spoiler game, the answer is no tf we did not. And she and I basically spent two days complaining. LIKE UGHHHH WE DON’T WANNA DO THIS, BUT ALSO THIS IS DISGUSTING, WE CAN’T JUST LET THEM SPRING THIS ON EVERYONE, BUT AGHH WHY US. So we chose collectively, as a duo, because das my other half yo, to blab.

That went over as best as anyone could hope for it to go. Now, flashforward yet again, this time to around late Novemeber/December. I had been sent word that something was going down. TVD/TO lost their Thursday slots and got bumped to Friday’s, so a plan was going on, and they made one. We’d heard that they were rearranging something mid-season because they were gonna make a crossover work, publicly we found out it would be Paul and JoMo that crossover back-to-back. THEN ONE NIGHT—I call it black friday bc that day was a fucking mess—, a friend of mine was friends with an SCer, I wanna say, and she was hearing word that the crossover did have Klaus and Caroline interact via phone call, but that it was very definitively an ending. Because they spoke about Camille and Stefan, etc, etc. Like a closing of the book type thing. So okay, we were like devastated, everyone on twitter was losing their shit. Everyone was pissed, and @-ing the writers all these crazy, sad things, we were a wreck. Ask Hillary about this night because she, I remember, describes it as ‘logging on and reading what everyone else had and not understanding why tf everyone was mad about it’. It was the first and last time that our roles were reversed, and bless her for it.

SO WE’RE SITTING THERE, it’s Saturday, and we kept getting more information and we were like…something isn’t right here. So we did a bit of digging, spoke to a few people and waited it out. LO AND BEHOLD, everything we’d heard about the phone call was false. There was a phone call but the CKers and SCers were so mad about what was actually said in it, that a few of em, ring leaders of the feeble minded, made up a version and passed it around their fandoms as legit till it eventually worked it’s way over to us. So we all jumped the gun on fake information, lmfskdnknsks. Rumor has it, you can still hear Hillary yelling ‘I told you so’ at me through our group chat.

So all was well, I couldn’t tell everyone why not to panic, just that they didn’t need to. Until, this account popped up called tvdspoiler or something on twitter, also saying false information about the phone call. Sending everyone into a panic yet again. I remember this because I was at kmart with my mom, and the kmart by my house was in a basement so I had no cell service. I was able to send like a couple of messages, and was basically like ‘tell everyone to chill, I’ll clear it up when I get home’ did that in like a couple of hours cause then I had to leave to the midnight showing of the force awakens with my friends. So that day was chaotic, but fun. It was the first time I reached 99+ messages on my inbox, lmao.

So that all happened like a good while before we actually saw the episode. But cut to a few weeks later. I woke up at 1 AM my time to drink water, was on tumblr trying to go back to sleep. I checked my inbox and there was this bizarre message talking about ‘got some scoop’ and they were like ‘Finn dies in 3x17, Aurora gets put into some weird sleeping spell in 3x18, Camille and Davina die in 3x19, Lucien dies in 3x20′ and I quite literally laughed??? Literally who wouldn’t. Like who tf would ever believe TO had the balls to do all of that when they never killed anyone off. AND, WHO WOULD BELIEVE THAT SOMEONE WOULD JUST STOP BY, SHARE IT AND LEAVE. So I sent a screenshot to Hillary and was like ‘yo did you get this because wtf’. We often got duplicate messages. And we often got messages of people who were pissed about the two previous times we, from the klaroline fandom of all places, had legit info that wound up being true, that they were just waiting for us to fuck up. So we used to get messages of people pretending they were sharing info, and it was just antis trying to make us look stupid.

SO, Hillary says ‘just answer it because it’s obviously fake’ top ten moments before disaster. I answer it and am like oh haha, and where did that info come from. And they came back like a minute later, saying ‘I have a source’ THEN THEY ELABORATED. They mentioned that Lucien drags Freya and Vincent to Mystic Falls to do this spell with some bullet and etc. So at that point we were like fUCK because that same day we’d found out was in 3x16, which ended with Lucien and this white-oak bullet, having kidnapped Freya. And that’s when we knew, that someone showed up in the middle of the night, spoiled the whole back-half of TO S3—and then left.

The back-half of S3 was so fun??? Every week the info just kept coming true. On the wikia everyone hated me, probably the most anti messages I ever had was during that time, honestly it was great, 10/10 would recommend.

THEN, at some point in our blog history, Hillary had been getting quite a few messages about PT. And she had this fucking line in one of the messages about Phoebe’s pronunciation with her accent for the show, or lack thereof. And she said “weeches and woves will always have a place in my heart” SO THEM PHOEBE TWEETED IT. THAT EXACT LINE, and we were like was she...? So we shrugged off okay. A few days later, she tweeted “hellsbellschime enough, there’s plenty of other things to watch on tv, I hear mad men’s great.” And I—

THIS WAS ON SOME RANDOM ASS SUNDAY. Like I was lounging around, waiting for the new episode of game of thrones and then WHAM, chaos. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, Leah joined in too. Putting a target on my friends back...about her blog that no one was making them read. You can’t make that shit up. And Jenn actually replied to Phoebe’s tweet and got a reply back, and she was all “you’re right, I’m sorry” and then deleted the original tweet, which I still have a screenshot of btw. And then Leah showed up in Hillary’s inbox with this ridiculous three part ask about how she shouldn’t criticize women in the acting industry because of how hard it is for women in that industry which is true, but it doesn’t make you exempt from criticism??? So not sure where she meant to go with that one.

SO THERE WE HAVE IT, our fandom’s greatest hits. I’m sure I can elaborate and insert more, but I’ve been typing for a good 40 minutes.

Told ya, I wrote a whole dissertation, lmaooo.

#Stephanie talks fandom #klaroline #Anonymous

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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Makeover fic. This is for my love. It's long but I lied about this being 2 parts because I'm long-winded. @amethyst1993

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Part 2

The next stop was shoes. Erik grabbed a few pairs including heels, offering to pay since Ken was already spending a lot as it was. He shook a pair of 3-inch chunky heels at her impatiently and she turned her nose up..

“Do I have to? I can’t walk in heels.”

“Do you wanna be a bad bitch or nah? ..Yes? Then put them muhfuckas on and take your time… Keep your ankles straight.” He tried to control his face when her ankle went in and out but a snort escaped.

“I’m glad you find this so hilarious, nigga. You try walking in heels,” she snapped, embarrassed. "This is stupid!"

“Chill, you’re doing good... for a newborn giraffe.” He covered his smirk.

“I’m not doing this,” she sighed with her hands on her hips. Reaching down to take off one of the heels, she was stopped by Erik’s hand. She snatched away and her ankle went out again, but he caught her before she could fall.

“Hold onto me and walk, one foot in front of the other.”

“People are staring,” she whispered nervously.

“Don’t worry about what they’re doing. Worry about walking in them heels… More hips in the walk. You stiff. Get some motion going. Like this, watch me.” Her gave a brief runway walk mimicking the combined walks of all the women he’d been with.. strutting with just enough model and just enough stank to make Ken snort.

“I’m sorry,” she covered her mouth in attempt to stop smiling. Erik rolled his eyes.

“You get the point, now copy what I just did… just like that, boom boom. Don’t be scared of yourself… Shoulders back and chest out,” he said inwardly groaning as her chest popped forward. He averted his eyes. “Yup, you’ve got it.” She was giddy, hugging him tightly and jumping in excitement. “Okay, okay,” he pushed her away gently and she rolled her eyes thinking he didn’t want her all over him, but in actuality he just didn’t want her to feel him get hard. “So you bringing ya ass to class tomorrow. Remember.. posture is key. Walk is key. Know that you That Bitch and you will be.” Ken was overwhelmed with emotion. She stole another hug from Erik, releasing him quickly before he could push her off.

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She took a deep breath, stepping into her classroom with the confidence Erik had coached her into. She didn’t wear heels, but her ankle strap sandals matched the outfit Erik chose, skinny jeans and an off-the-shoulder pink and off-white floral print blouse. Her hair was down, long and curly past her armpits and with a fresh, clean face and full natural brows arched to perfection, she didn’t look into her classmates’ faces, she simply took her seat as usual. She could feel the strong stares and when she did look up, a few girls complimented her silently with their large smiles. It made her feel good and she smiled back at them individually. The energy that they were giving her, she wanted more of. “You look so good! I love your hair, oh my God,” a girl named Mercedez gushed after class, approaching her and reaching out to touch the soft curls. “Is.. all this yours,” she whispered in question.

“Yep.” Ken had been growing it for years and leaving it alone. Only thing fake on her was her nails, which she was starting to love more and more despite the fact that it was harder to write, type, and wipe. She figured that out quickly though.

“Hey you, when’s your next class? When you free? You wanna go to the caf? My meal plan lit, I got you.” Marquis came up chatting to her in the hall like they were old friends meanwhile she’d never once had a conversation with him. They were nearly strangers! She thought he was speaking to someone else at first until his hand went lightly to her shoulder, barely touching it but still present and hovering.

“Can't today. I got a class I’m rushing to, but maybe Thursday,” she said, rushing off politely. That wasn't the last strange thing to happen. Her next class she shared with Erik and Travis and Travis was acting strangely. Ken heard him whisper to Erik about a new girl being fine.

“That’s not a new girl, nigga, that’s Ken,” Erik replied not so quietly. There was a pause. Ken walked closer to say her hello.

“You lyiiiinnnng,” Travis gaped in awe. “If you Ken, then say something Ken would say.”

“Your-middle-name-Rondalez-you-can't-cook-or-wash-your-own-clothes-you-peed-on-yourself in-the-”

“WHOA chill,” his eyes widened nervously flitting to Erik who shook his head. Travis gathered himself quickly, rubbing his chest. “Okay," he looked her up and down, "But what’s with the, uh,” he gestured to her outfit, “Everything. I mean...” He nodded his approval and Ken started to grin, flattered. “You do look good like this, I won’t lie,” he shrugged still focused on her crazy curves. His eyes were glued to her thighs. "Yeah, you look mad good in fact." Biting his lip, he grabbed her hand holding it up gently, “Turn around for me real quick?” She started to spin and Erik snatched her hand back down.

“Stop that weird shit. Nigga, it’s KEN.” Erik pushed Travis a foot backwards and stood as a barrier.

“KenDRA,” she stressed causing Travis’ eyebrow to raise. He looked around Erik to her. Annoyed, Erik pulled Ken to her seat and made her sit like she was on punishment before returning to smack Travis in the back of the head. Even after the class started, Travis kept looking back, biting and licking his lips, an obvious sign that he was into someone. Ken knew him well having seen him do the same exact thing countless times in the past to various girls. Their friendship did go all the way back to middle school afterall. This was weird, Erik was right. Travis was too close to her, almost like family. She couldn’t do it. She allowed Erik to block his path after class while she made her escape.

Thankfully, Shawn was still the same. "I'm still confused by this.. because you the homie, but you double caked up so it's weird.. You feel me?" He was so straightforward and honest. It was a comfort. "And I don't like Kendra. I knew a Kendra. I don't like that, can I just call you Ken?"

She smirked, "Yeah, you can call me Ken."

Then she saw him. Mr. New Balance from the mall and her little heart was heavy. She still felt the kick of his denial and she started to tuck her tail, but she kept her head high and kept walking past him on the sidewalk to her next class. Surprisingly, he turned altering his route to walk beside her. “Heey, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before and I thought I knew all the pretty black queens at this school.” That sentence made her sick. Not only did he not recognize her but in a twisted way without him realizing it, he was calling her ugly. She looked at him briefly. She was disgusted, all the pain of being denied by him gone.

“Oh you've definitely seen me before.”

“I’d have definitely remembered that,” he smiled, “I won't even ask if you gotta man ‘cause I don't care. I'm a wear you down and you gone be mine.”

“That’s funny, I asked you out two days ago and you said you had a girl.” He looked over to stare into her her face and she stopped walking, turning with a stomp to stare him back in his.

“Hm?" It took a while. "Oh damn,” he gasped finally recognizing her. “My bad, beautiful, I ain’t know you was this bad. Forgive me for sleeping.”

“Nahh, nigga," she chuckled humorlessly. "Stay sleep.” She strutted off without missing a beat. She was still irritated as she walked away, but a part of her also felt proud of herself and empowered. She’d denied the guy who’d denied her a couple of days ago and.. she checked briefly over her shoulder.. He was still staring at her as though she hadn't just dismissed him. What was this magic that turned men into even bigger fools? Was this ‘pretty power’?

She went through the rest of the week in a different light. It was a new world of opportunity like her glass ceiling had been raised miraculously. Overall, people of all genders were way nicer and more respectful. It was like living in the Twilight Zone and though she was sick at the duality and fakeness of people, she didn't want to go back to being ignored. She could do anything in this world as a pretty girl. Flirting for the first time with various people was enjoyable. She hadn't felt weird or uncomfortable or denied not once! She was well recieved. It was a mindblowingly freeing feeling. For the first time in her life, she was desirable. She felt that soon she'd even be able to find someone a special someone and start experiencing things like romance and sex. She was too ready, but how would she go about it when she'd never even been on a date?

At home, she took care of her coursework, ate, and then she got in the mirror. Taking stock of her face, body, and hair, she took to YouTube and Instagram watching beauty gurus, hauls, and lookbooks. She did her own research, ordering staple peices of the clothing that she liked from online. She took a trip back to the mall to buy some chokers, leggings, and accessories to mimic the styles she'd seen online. She even got her makeup done at Sephora and bought all of the products used. She watched carefully and soaked in the instructions before returning home to practice, binging on makeup videos. Over the next week, she styled herself and took pictures daily, posting them on her Instagram. Her follower count grew quickly along with the number of likes she recieved. She started getting hearts and eyes in her comments and her DMs wheezed to life. Soon, her packages arrived and she was really able to show out. She pulled a fluffy pink bra, multicolored pants that she adored, heels, a choker, and a matching waist necklace or whatever it was called. She beat her face in her home mirror and took down her hair allowing it to fall full and free. To say that she was feeling herself was an extreme understatement. Couldn't nobody tell her that she didn't look tantalizing and divine with her titties SITTING and her clothes fitting to her figure perfectly. She posed herself happy in the mirror, tossing her hair and loving the skin she was in before deciding that she needed to capture the moment on camera. The shots came out amazing. She loved how confident and fearless she came across and she posted the photos on Instagram, proud of the way she looked. Her IG had become her own personal lookbook.

The next morning, she put together another look that she was proud of. A cropped cream blouse with slight cleavage and bell sleeves, a brown nude miniskirt, and strappy corset heels. Her hair was up in a high bun and she wore large gold hoops. Going about her day, she had various classes and new people to fawn over her as they saw her around. She was getting numbers left and right. She still saw Erik and she gave him dap remembering not to hug him. He pointed out her heels with a grin.

"Oh you a bad bitch, huh? You cute or whatever! You do seem happier. I'm proud of you." He broke the touch barrier hugging her tightly and she happily accepted, but when he pulled away, he switched moods. "BUT.. BUT..," he pointed, "What the hell was that shit you posted on IG yesterday? You thirst trappin now? I DM'd you and you ain't respond. I texted you and you ain't respond."

"Hell yeah I'm thirst trapping," she chuckled, "I gotta find dick somehow. Do you know what it's like going from completely dry to having your pick of the litter?" She hadn't responded to Erik because she'd been so busy responding to various niggas! "I'm trying get these virgin guts smashed!"

"Nooo," Erik cringed, "Kendra... You gotta slow down and take your time get to know niggas, don't just give that shit away. Make them niggas work for it. They don't deserve it. YOU choosing now, so slow down.. the dick will be there."

"But I want it nooowww," Ken whined playfully, pouting.

"Babygirl, you need to wait.. and put on some pants! What's this school's dress code? You might wanna rethink wearing skirts that damn short. I can almost see your coochie. Ass too fat for that."

"...Babygirl?" Ken squinted at him in humored confusion. He kissed his teeth.

"That's all you heard? Yeeeeah, you thirsty. I'm just saying, you doing well and all but you're moving too fast. Just dial it back some. Put some clothes on or something when you on the gram at least.. and at school.

"Really nigga?" She chuckled. He was the one who put her in her first deep v-neck shirt and told her she needed to feel comfortable with herself and now she finally was. He was the one who made her buy lingerie in hopes that she would get laid. What else did he think would happen?

"I'm looking out for you, Ken. You getting the wrong kind of attention and the niggas you talking to.. ain't good niggas. I know things and I'm trying to spare you. They ain't gone tell you they ain't shit. They just gone let you find out for yourself the hard way."

"Mm and who's better, go ahead," she waited. He scoffed.

"I'll show you, gimme your phone... You talking to Dame? Nah not that one... and Charles a hoe, he like white girls. Marquis is a no. I hear that nigga got crabs every other month. Kevin got herpes and spreading it so be careful with these women too. This one broke as fuck and wanna use you. Damn. You don't wanna do any of these you got in your DM's right now... Why Travis ass in here?"

"Ask him! I've got the same damn question. I've been ignoring him." She snatched her phone back staring at the faces. Erik had no reason to lie, but she was still extremely irritated. She looked around and spotted a bookworm type who was cute but in an understated, under the radar type way. A smirk crossed over her lips and Erik turned to look at who she was scoping.

"I'm gonna ask him to take me out on a date and when he says yes, I'm going to have fun on my first ever date.. then I'm going to fuck him into a coma."

"You ain't hear a damn word I just said."

"I did! Have you heard anything negative about him?" He couldn't say that he had. Ken zipped over to the guy who said his name was Byran. She secured a date for the weekend. He said he'd take her someplace nice. She was over the moon with excitement.

---

"You did what," Travis chuckled.

"Told that nigga I'd crack his ribs if he touched Ken and that he better wine and dine her right then drop her ass off and fuck off to a comic book convention or whatever the fuck he does."

"Niggaaa.. She gone kill you for intervening. Why would you do that shit? That nigga look like if you touch him he'll shatter. He prolly shit himself when you threatened him! You sure I ain't the only one feeling the kid, E?"

"I'm just looking out for her, that's all. She hot in the ass right now and she need to slow down."

---

Ken wore a short mauve bodycon dress with a matching long mauve jacket and nude brown heels. She made sure her makeup was as clean as she could make it and that her long hair hung down in defined curls, checking her reflection anxiously over and over. Bryon dressed up nicely in a grey suit and orange tie. His suit was a little oversized, but it reminded her of herself. She figured she'd eventually help him to become more stylish as she had, but they could move slowly into it. She could even get Erik involved when the time came. She didn't want to bring that up on her first date, she wanted to get to know him and enjoy herself. He picked her up with flowers and it was an awkward meeting. He looked as though he were extremely nervous and preoccupied. He didn't seem to even notice her appearance and that offended her. She took the flowers and sat them aside, rubbing his arms in attempt to calm and comfort him, but he couldn't be soothed. Discouraged, she asked if he needed to reschedule, but he insisted that they go out. On the good side, he took her out for seafood and let her order whatever meal she wanted. She liked the food and tried to eat slowly, in a way that she'd seen others do. She was concious of her chewing and used her napkin. However, the evening was very quiet. He was very shy and not much for conversation. He barely looked at her. She thought she had something on her face at first, but a trip to the restroom proved her face was fine. At the end of the meal, he payed and drove her back home. She tried to get him to come in, but he was extremely adamant about having a lot of homework to do and in the end, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't convince him. She felt like she'd failed. He didn't call or text and she'd waited. She didn't understand what about her still wasn't good enough for love, so for the rest of the week, she made it a point to stay to herself.. until Erik called her to hang out with the guys.

It was Sunday and Shawn was already there. Travis popped up after. They listened to her boring date story pointing out all of the easy opportunities Byron missed. "He ain't called you back? Texted? Nothing? Yeah he's a dumbass." Travis shook his head. "See, I wouldn't do you li-"

"That's crazy," Erik added cutting him off. "Thought that lil boney nigga would jumped on it. Told you these niggas ain't shit. You gone listen to me eventually." Ken rested slouched on the couch, her thighs wide apart and she belched swirling her soda in her hand. "Cheer up, you dodged a bullet. Just focus on you and the right one will come. Be patient."

She didn't want to be patient. She wanted what she wanted. She wanted what she deserved.

---

"Yo baby, yo baby, yo," a voice called on her way to class and Ken turned to see that same negro approaching. New Balance.

"They got black fraternities on this campus? No baby, no baby, no," she rolled her eyes and he chuckled.

"Aw, my thick queen looking good enough to eat. I'd spend hours.. That's my word. You wouldn't be able to do shit but cum. Don't answer yet, just think."

"You wouldn't know what to do with it if you had it. Nigga, do you even know my name," she snapped.

"I'll learn whatever names you want me to. My name is Trent, and you are?"

"Not messing with you!"

"Okay," he smirked. "But maybe you should. Let me take you out this weekend. If not this weekend, next weekend. All my weekends are free.. for you." She stopped walking. He wouldn't give up or leave her alone until she said yes. Exasperated, she faced him.

"You know what? Fuck it. This my Instagram, DM me. I'm not giving you my number."

"Kendra," he said reading her name aloud. "Let me message you now. This weekend, Saturday at 7pm. I can scoop you or meet you."

"Meet me."

"I'll send you the location."

---

The location was a steakhouse and he was already there in a suit that fit and a thousand watt smile. He was attractive, of course, but still an asshole. He seemed to sit that aside though, showing nothing but charm. Soon, she forgot she wasn't supposed to like him and she began to actually enjoy herself.

"Kendra," a familiar voice called and she turned to find Erik dressed up and dapper with a beautiful woman on his arm in red. They looked red-carpet worthy and she was in awe. His eyebrow raised and she knew he was pissed that she didn't tell him about her date. With a sweet smile, she wordlessly tried to smooth it over.

"Hey Erik, this is my date.. uh.."

"Kenneth," he said quickly. She realized she'd never asked.

"Kenneth! Yes, and this is my best friend, Erik." Erik nodded, eyeing Kenneth closely. Ken suddenly felt a chill, but when Erik's date nudged him and gestured with her head toward the door, he excused himself with a polite goodbye.

"I'll talk to you later tonight," he said over his shoulder on his way out and Ken knew to expect an ear full.

"He likes you," Kenneth smirked, "But it doesn't matter because he's not fucking you tonight, I am." Sipping his drink he met Ken's eye waiting for her to oppose. She didn't.

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