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sinofwriting · 8 months

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please, oh please - Max Verstappen

Words: 1,041 Summary: Max wishes she would just show up without him having to invite her. Note(s): Sugar Daddy!Max (though it’s not really said), Needy Max, Max is the definition of fell first and harder in this. No dialogue (i’m just as shocked as everyone else, that is my thing), also this is inspired by @theemporium and all of her wonderful blurbs and asks (and all the ones recently about sugar daddies, I’m living for them).

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The point of contention in her and Max’s odd relationship had never been money like some people thought (despite money being the reason they even met and the slight foundation to their relationship). It was boundaries or rather Max wanting her to ignore every single boundary.

It wasn’t enough for him to be paying for her apartment, other bills, and giving her a hefty allowance that she either never really touched or spent it all on some charity he had never heard of until he was getting a letter thanking him for his donation. He could still remember the redness on Marko’s face when the PR team had burst into a meeting wondering why the IPPF was thanking Max for his generous fifty thousand donation. It wasn’t enough for her to come to nearly every other race, be on his arm for every event, to get dinner at least once a week when he was home in Monaco, to swap between staying at her apartment for a night and then having her at his. It wasn’t enough for him.

He wanted her in his apartment all the time. Wanted her there even when he was away and could barely talk for a minute. He wanted to come back from a run and she was still in bed waking up or in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts. Max wanted to come home to the dining table a mess from her collages and his printer no longer in his office but on the kitchen counter as she prints photo after photo out for them. But she doesn’t and it’s a point of contention.

He had given her a key to his apartment six dates into their arrangement, had given the front desk a picture of her and put her and only her on the list of people that were allowed to come and go from his place without a call or text being made to him. In the six months since then she hadn’t used the key once.

She refused to stay at his place if he wasn’t there. If after she stayed the night he left to go on a run or to nip to the shops, she’d leave, go back to her stuffy apartment. She wouldn’t go to his when he was gone for a race or at the factory despite his insistence that she could come and go as she pleased. No matter how many times he reminded her of the key he had given her or how much space she could have to storyboard and dance around. But still nothing.

So he knows what to expect when he comes home from a race weekend without her, the second one in a row, because inspiration had struck her and even though she constantly complained about barely being able to focus at her apartment due to thin walls and loud neighbors (he had nearly whined when she had mentioned it off handedly the last time, nearly begged her to use the key to stay at his or at least work at his), she couldn’t focus with all the people, fans, and press. It was always amusing to him that it wasn’t the sounds of the cars or the garage, all the engines and mechanical whirring, but the people that made her lose focus.

He knows that when he comes home, he’ll come home to a dining table with nothing on it, a living room with no pile of blankets piled on the floor in front of the coffee table, no mused sheets from someone sleeping in his bed. He knows that but it doesn’t stop his heart from being heavy and a large frown resting on his face as he unlocks his apartment door.

Wheeling in his two suitcases, he shuts the door, locking it before staring at the suitcases. “Fuck it.” He murmurs, it was late, he was tired and been on a plane for most of the day. He could leave them here and deal with them tomorrow.

He sets his keys in the bowl for them as he toes off his shoes before walking out of the entryway only to stop as he steps into the living space.

There’s a mess of collages on his dining table, two notebooks and some pens as well. His printer was sitting precariously on the counter and when he glanced towards the living room there was a small nest of blankets in front of the coffee table and another notebook on the coffee table. It’s a scene out of his dreams and he can’t help but pinch himself, wanting to make sure it’s real.

He rubs at the reddened hurt skin as he smiles because she was here. No warning or mention of it despite having talked to her briefly before his flight took off. No cajoling her into or doing the begging he was sure he was going to have to do. She was here because she wanted to be here.

Max nearly jogs to the master bedroom, beaming when he walks in and sees her asleep in the middle of the bed clutching at his pillow. And he should shower, his body was sore from the plane ride and it was a little gross to get into bed after flying, but how could he not immediately get into bed with her. Even if the shower would just take five minutes.

Stripping out of his shirt and sweats, toeing off his socks and kicking them towards the hamper, he pulls back the duvet and gets into bed. A quiet sigh leaves him at the feeling of laying down in his bed. Turning his head to the side, he smiles again at how she’s clutching at his pillow. He carefully pulls the pillow out of her arms, putting it behind his own head before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her pretty much on top of him. She had frowned when he pulled the pillow away, but thankfully didn’t wake even when he moved her. Just letting out a little sigh before relaxing into him.

His last thought before he fell asleep was wondering if she’d finally realize that he wasn’t joking when he asked her to move in.

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#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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ageingfangirl2 · 7 months

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I Finally See You! Part 2 Buggy (OPLA)

PART 1

Buggy gets more than he bargained for and y/n stops being so naive. Buggy x Female Reader. Bit Smutty.

Y/N

After dinner, the crew had a couple of drinks before going to bed. No one argued when you said you were taking Buggy because they were sick of his antics. There was no denying your encounter earlier had left you a little flustered. You were taught to stay covered by your mother as young ladies don't put their bodies on display unless their married or whores. But the way Buggy's eyes trailed up and down your bikini-clad body, with no judgement only appreciation had you feeling things you'd never felt before. Nami was bringing you out of your comfort zone, and since you now had no one to answer to you should be able to have a little fun experimenting with your body.

Buggy did like to mess with you, and it would be mortifying if he'd been joking earlier. You could always throw him overboard and say it was an accident. You carry the clown head into your small room and lock the door, before placing him on your desk.

He wiggles his eyebrows, 'You don't normally lock the door kitten, don't want anyone walking in on you?'

You bite your lip ignoring the smirk that appears on his face, and head behind the wooden divider to get ready for bed.

Buggy laughs, 'Does kitten want to feel good? Does kitten want some milk?'

You huff as you slip into a pair of cotton shorts and matching camisole, '...so you were joking earlier?'

Buggy stops laughing at your defeated tone, and eyes you up as you walk out from behind the divider, climb into your hammock and reach for the book next to his head. As you open the book in the corner of your eye you notice Buggy's eyes darken, 'I never joke about that kitten. If you want to play all you have to do is ask.'

You put the book down and gulp nervously as you pick up his head and place him on your stomach, 'err...where do we start?'

Buggy's eyes twinkle mischievously, 'consider me your teacher y/n, but you must do everything I say, understand?'

You nod, 'I understand.'

'Lie down kitten and remove those shorts, then spread your legs and bend your knees,' Buggy orders, voice low, and the simple commands make you squirm a little as you comply.

He turns around and manages to bounce himself between your now spread legs, 'beautiful,' he whispers as he looks up at you from between your thighs, 'why don't you play with your breasts? If I had my body I'd be sucking and biting your perky nipples, while your hands caress your inner thigh. Can you picture it kitten?'

Keeping eye contact you raise your top, Buggy was helping your imagination. You start to play with your breasts and let out a small yelp followed by a moan as you pinch your nipples, 'feels good...Buggy...'

Buggy bites his lip, 'That's it kitten, look at you already getting wet. I want you to suck a couple of fingers, and get them nice and wet. Then bring your other hand down between your thighs and I'll guide you.'

BUGGY

y/n was putty in my hands, well if I had any. y/n puts two fingers into their mouth, and I can only imagine them sucking my dick, it was also hot that they kept eye contact. If they didn't finger themselves faster I was going to lose control and give them a proper tongue-lashing.

Y/N

You bring your free hand down and wiggle feeling wet down there. Buggy nudges your hand towards your clit, and you start to move your fingers up and down the small nub, instinctively wanting to close your legs at the foreign feeling but Buggy's head is stopping you.

'I want you to take those wet fingers and slide them inside kitten. Bend them in a come hither motion and finger your hungry pussy kitten,' Buggy's voice was hypnotic, and like he had control over you, you take your fingers out of your mouth and still rubbing your clit slide them inside yourself making it easier by how wet and turned on you were.

You arch your back and buck your hips, 'Buggy...' you moan.

'So good kitten,' he coos, 'look at you being dirty on a ship full of boys...keep it up...'

After a couple of minutes, you pull your fingers out and let out a happy sigh of contentment. Your eyes widen as Buggy takes your fingers in his mouth, 'Buggy...' you gasp.

He licks them clean before removing them with a pop and a cheeky wink, 'god you taste good. I want some more.'

Your hands clench the side of the hammock as Buggy starts to plant kisses up and down your inner thighs, sending tingles across your body. You bite down on your lip to suppress a moan as you throw your head back and close your eyes.

'Let Buggy take care of you now kitten,' Buggy mumbles in between kisses.

You nearly scream as Buggy moves his tongue to start tracing your clit but clamp a hand over your mouth not wanting to wake the guys, 'fuck me Buggy.'

The clown hums as he moves his attention down to lick, kiss and even suck other parts of your vulva sending your body into pleasure overdrive. This was normal for many people but this was your first time. The cheeky fucker starts to use his whole mouth to stimulate, and his tongue picks up where your fingers left off inside you. It was a little pathetic at how quickly you came, but Buggy licked up every last drop.

Having kept your mouth clamped you let out the breath you'd been holding, gasping like your life depended on it. Your cheeks flush as Buggy pulls back and jumps back onto your stomach, 'why don't you taste yourself kitten.'

You pick him up and bring his lips down on yours, shuddering at how you tasted yourself, but Buggy isn't done and deepens the kiss. If anyone walked in right now you'd be embarrassed. but since the door was locked you kissed Buggy back.

BUGGY

After the heated makeout session, y/n plays with my bandana as I rest on their stomach. This was much better than I expected, y/n was eager and I had a lot of wisdom to teach them. Just wait until I get my body back, y/n's mind would be blown. With how little control they had edging them was going to be a glorious time.

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luvv4svt · 9 months

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Scandalous - JWW

Pairing: President!Wonwoo X Mistress!Y/N

Rating:18+

WC:2,104

Summary: Messing with a married man was bad enough right? It's worst when he's president. It's even worse when you show up to his office despite him telling you not to.

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before tap), slight boob play, masturbation(male and female), cheating, cuss words, mentions of both characters being selfish, smoking(not rlly Y/N just has one sitting between her lips) mentions of male and female genitalia, slight slut shaming, kissing, seduction, denial of release, oral sex, slight teasing.

MDNI!!!

A/N: I had so much fun writing this also this is one of the first things I've written and completed in months without deleting it and closing the doc also the only knowledge I have of sex is from reading and watching porn so pls don't attack me. Anyways enjoy this piece and stay blessed x.

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Wonwoo walked down the hushed hallway, his shoes tapping lightly against the floor as he passed the pictures of his predecessors. He felt the weight of their eyes on him as he travelled through the dimmed hallway. He held his phone to his ear as he listened to his wife rant about her day to him.

“Of course sweetheart, I’ll discuss with my advisers.” He assured his wife as he turned round the corner, heading straight to his office.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, and let the door widen a bit before pushing it open. He felt his heart stop as he walked into the room. There you were, sitting on top of his desk whilst a cigarette sat between your lips, displaying casual confidence.

“Wonu, baby are you still there?” His wife questioned, oblivious to the scene he had just walked into.

“Yes I’m here darling, something came up and I have to call you back okay? He answered as his eyes raked up your figure, noticing the way the tight blue top clung to your chest like a second skin.

“Alright, honey see you later.” His wife responded as he ended the call, taking slow steps towards you.

Wonwoo felt alot of emotions hit him, ranging from shock to confusion to anger and then to longing. He had strictly told you never to show up to his office because he was the President and he needed to keep his image squeaky clean, he couldn’t have anyone know of your affair because it would destroy everything he had worked for. Also, he hated mixing business with pleasure.

Wonwoo knew he had two choices, he could either put an end to your antics or he could allow himself to fall into your trap once again.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He said, frustration laced in his tone.

“I know.” You say allowing a smirk to make its way to your face as you take out the cigarette.

You were aware of the risk you were taking. Messing around with the President was bad enough but you didn’t care. You wanted him and you were going to have him no matter what.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” You continue, watching the way he tensed as he looked at you.

"This isn't the time nor place." He seethed.

“The things you do and say to me.” You breathe out, ignoring his previous remark.

“The way you touch and kiss me.” You seductively say as your hand travels up your chest to your neck.

“The way you make me feel.” You shamelessly state, watching as he closes his eyes visibly contemplating whether he should give in to your temptation.

You slowly start parting your legs, “Open your eyes, baby.”

Within seconds his eyes were open, raking down your body for the second time this night.

You could tell it was working as a tent began to form within his slacks, showcasing his arousal.

“Don’t fight it, darling, I know you want it.” You tempt watching as his jaw clenches.

Now your legs were completely apart, you struggled to hide your smile as he walked towards you. He murmured something as he walked over to you, standing between your legs. Almost immediately his lips were on yours, kissing with so much passion and intensity.

Bingo.

“Mmh.” You moaned against his lips as you kissed him with the same amount of intensity.

He trailed kisses down your nape, as your hand held his shoulder to steady yourself.

You moved your neck, granting him more access. He gently nipped at the skin then began to suck on it causing you to moan out in pleasure.

You wanted him to take you and mark all over your body.

You pushed him off of you, standing up from the desk and began to remove your top seductively revealing your bare chest. The air of the room hit your nipples instantly, causing them to harden along with your arousal. You threw the top to the ground and seductively shimmied out of your skirt allowing it to join your top on the floor. Now you were naked, the only piece of clothing remaining were your panties. You quickly pulled them down and kicked them to the side, joining your top and skirt.

“Go over to the couch, spread your legs and play with yourself whilst watching me undress.” He ordered and you followed his instruction without hesitation.

The cold feeling of the couch against your naked body set off a chain of goosebumps across your skin as you adjust your position on the couch. You trailed your hand down to your pussy, feeling your wetness coat your fingers as Wonwoo removed his blazer painfully slowly.

You insert a finger into yourself causing a gasp to escape your lips. You start slowly at first trying to find the right pace.

“How’d you get in here?” He questioned as he undid the buttons of his sleeves.

“I pulled a few strings.” You respond as you continue to finger yourself.

“Add another finger.” He instructs as he unbuttons his shirt, eyeing you like a piece of meat.

You oblige with his request as your fingers slide in and out of you slickly. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on Wonwoo but the pleasure you were feeling was too good. Your eyes clamp shut as you moan.

“Eyes on me pretty.” He demands.

Your eyes fly open, Wonwoo was finally unbuckling his belt.

You bit your lip as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over you. Your wetness trickled onto the couch. You add another finger as your stomach begins to tense up.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groan out as you watch Wonwoo remove his boxers, revealing his thick, long cock leaking with precum.

A moan escapes your lips as he walks towards you, your breathing rate increases as he inches closer and closer.

He spreads your legs wider, before kneeling, he places your legs over his shoulders. His breath fans against your cunt as he removes his glasses before peppering kisses down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue glides across your clit so freely that it causes you to let out yet another moan.

“Quit teasing.” You manage out as you try to recover from the brief but powerful action.

Almost immediately, he attacks your clit by sucking and licking on it. You become a moaning mess as he continues to work wonders on your pussy. Your fingers weave their way through his hair as your back arches off the sofa.

“Fuck Wonu, you’re so good, baby.” You compliment him as you feel him smile into your clit.

The familiar feeling of your stomach clenching up in pleasure returns as he continues to lap at your cunt. You feel yourself inch closer and closer to the finish line. A guttural moan escapes your lips as you feel yourself come undone on his tongue.

Your body jolts as it tries to recover from the pleasure. Your eyes water due to the overwhelming sensation. After some time, Wonwoo smiles up at you whilst his chin is sheathed with your wetness.

Wonwoo gives you a few moments to calm down, he strokes at his cock as he peers down at you.

You sit up slightly then part your legs before looking up at him, a naughty smile paints your face as you anticipate his next move.

He takes small steps towards you as he continues to stroke his length, desire evident in his eyes.

“You’re selfish you know.” He says.

“How so Mr President?” You mock as you engage in the unofficial staring contest.

“You came here to see me after I strictly told you to never come to the office.” He answered, now he was a step away from you. A step away from destroying you, a step away from being unfaithful to his wife once again.

“So are you.” You retort as you feel your heart fight against the restraint of your chest.

He turns his head to the side and furrows his brows in fake confusion,” How so gorgeous?” He repeated, tone laced with a hint of mockery.

Now he was in front of you, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“Yo-” You pause, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. Although you two have had sex multiple times in the past, his size never failed to shock you.

“What’s wrong pretty girl?” He continues,” Cat got your tongue?” He teases before thrusting into you.

“Now tell me, how am I selfish?” He requests as he continues thrusting into you gently.

“F-fuck.” You moan out as you grip his shoulder for support.

“Tell me now or you’re not cuming tonight.” He seethed through gritted teeth.

Upon hearing this, you suck in a breath,” Y-you’re selfish b-because you have a w-whole ass wife, yet you m-mess around with m-me.”

With that, he quickens his pace, causing your breasts to jiggle due to the pace of his thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you become a moaning mess. You were in a completely different plane of existence.

“Y-you can’t h-have your cake and e-eat it too.” You add

It’s almost like your comment strikes a nerve, as it seems he increases his pace once again causing a string of moans to exit your lips.

Now, he was practically pounding into you, causing both of you to let out sounds of pleasure.

“What you’re forgetting gorgeous.” He starts as he thrusts into you mercilessly

“I’m the motherfucking president.” He grits out, his thrusts becoming harsher and harsher by the minute. You knew you were going to be extremely sore after this but you didn’t care. The way he felt inside you was delicious.

“I can be as selfish as I want.” He groans out as you squeeze around his cock.

You couldn’t even respond to his answer because of how fucked out you were. Your hair was a complete mess along with your makeup that had smudged along the way. Your hand was now on your nipple, pinching and pulling at it as moans of his name exited your lips like a mantra.

Before you knew it, he had lifted you off the couch and walked over to his desk, he pushed off all the things on his desk before laying you down flat. He thrusted into you again without warning drawing out yet another moan.

You felt a knot begin to form within your stomach, You gripped his arm drawing his attention to you.

“I’m gonna cum.” You manage out feeling his pace slow down.

“Don’t you dare.” He orders, his hand had now found its way to your clit and he began to rub at it.

Your moans grew louder and louder as he hit your cervix, sending a bundle of sensations through your body. You didn’t care who heard you now, all you cared about was chasing your orgasm.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as you tried your hardest not to come undone on his dick.

You could tell he was close to the edge as well, his thrusts were growing sloppy and his cock began to twitch within you. It was getting harder to hold out on cumming.

“Cum for me baby.”He groaned out

With that, you let go of your inner restraint and came all over his cock, you twitched as he continued to lazily thrust into you.

A moan escapes your lips once again as he pulls out, he starts stroking his length again before asking you to kneel before him. You get off the desk and get on your knees before wrapping your hand around his length, sucking at the tip whilst jerking him from the base.

With a final suck, you took him out of your mouth and continued to jerk him off whilst his moans and groans filled the room. Thick, white ropes of cum spurted out of his dick onto your tongue and parts of your face.

You wipe some of it off and bring the finger to your lips before sucking it off whilst locking eyes with Wonwoo.

“You’re so slutty.” He breathes out.

“Only for you.” You answer as a naughty smirk makes its way to your face.

You stand up and walk over to him before pushing him back onto the couch, you swing a leg over his lap and settle down on his cock whilst your lips move to his ear.

“You’re mine tonight, Mr President.” You whisper as you slowly begin to bounce on his cock.

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#svthub #kpop smut #seventeen smut #wonwoo smut #president #smut #office smut #wonwoo fic #au #cheating

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linahopeeeee · 2 years

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Behind the bleachers

ღ Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

ღ Summary: You and Katsuki mess around behind the bleachers

ღ Words: 900

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Part 2

Katsuki 11:02: Babyyy

Katsuki 11:04: Babyyyyyy

Katsuki 11:07: y/n! I know you see my messages, stop ignoring me.

A few more text messages popped up on your phone but you just continued to ignore them like you have been doing, Katsuki knows you’re in class right now so why the hell does he keep texting you?

With each new notification you receives you glances down at your phone before looking back up at the board where your professor is writing stuff down on the board.

your phone vibrates against your desk again and you almost choke on air, there’s a picture attached to this one.

Katsuki 11:10: Baby, I’m so hard for you. 1 attachment.

you click on the picture and your phone screen lights up with a photo of your boyfriend. his shirt is raised slightly and the bottom of his stomach is showing, tan and toned and perfect.

your focus immediately goes to Katsuki’s hand which is wrapped tightly around his dick, the tip an angry red with a bead of precum, and your mouth waters.

God you want him in your mouth.

Another text comes in and you have to force yourself to stop staring at his dick to read what it says.

Katsuki 11:12: please help me baby

You raise your hand to get the professors attention, everyone’s heads turning to look at you.

“uh can I go to the restroom?” you asks and your professor nods, telling you to just take your bag with you since class will be over in less than 10 minutes. you quickly send Katsuki a text to find out his location before heading there.

its hot outside, too hot and you wish Katsuki would’ve just gone to his dorm room or at least somewhere inside where there’s air, but no, Katsuki decided to send nudes from behind the bleachers.

You quickly look around to make sure no one will see you, there are a few people out today, but nobody seems to be paying attention to you. You quickly make your way over to where Katsuki said he was.

you find your boyfriend laying on the grass, eyes closed. his shorts have been pulled up but you notice the slight bulge in the front. He hears the rustling of footsteps and opens one of his eyes, smiling widely when he sees the face he’s come to know and love.

“I missed you” is the first thing he says when you sit down next to him, he leans over and places a soft kiss on your lips.

“missed you too”

Katsuki is already grabbing your hands and pulling you to straddle his thighs, hands finding the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss.

You moan as Katsuki tongue swipes across yours, the familiar taste of coffee and toothpaste floods your mouth. You slowly begin grinding your ass down on Katsuki’s already hard erection.

You both know that you can’t go too far right now since you are outside in public but you definitely want, no need Katsuki in your mouth right now.

you slowly climb off of his lap, giggling softly when Katsuki makes a noise at the loss of your body on your. you grab Katsuki’s hoodie from a few feet away and kneel on it.

Your fingers find the waistband of Katsuki’s shorts and you tug them down just enough that his dick springs free, hard and thick as you take him in your hand and pump slowly a few times, smirking to yourself when you hear Katsuki hiss.

you lean down and lick at the tip before taking it into your mouth. The sounds Katsuki is making below you pushing you take more of him into your mouth, thick cock stretching out your mouth just the way you like. you moan around him when you feel him hit the back of your throat.

You pull away to catch your breath, hand still pumping him. you look up at him through your lashes as you attach your mouth back onto his dick and what a beautiful sight you’re met with.

Katsuki stares down at you, eyes clouded with lust. His bottom lip is red from his constant biting to help swallow his moans. his hair is a mess and some parts are sticking to his forehead and your heart just swells because you love.

You love him so fucking much.

“fuck baby, I’m gonna cum” Katsuki warns right before he cums down your throat, you swallow it down quickly before your pulled into a kiss. Katsuki’s tongue licks into your mouth, sucking on your tongue.

his hand slowly makes its way down your body before you stops him. he looks up at you, a confused expression takes over his face, when the fuck have you ever turned down a orgasm?

Never, that’s when

“lets head to my dorm, we can’t do what I want to do outside on the grass” You says standing and grabbing your bag from where the left it earlier, Katsuki bites his lip at the thought of you bent over and naked for him. His tongue thrusting in and out of your tight whole.

Fuck he was getting hard again, he needed to get you inside and get inside you as quickly as possible. He grabs your stuff before you both make your way from under the bleachers. You and him quickly rushing towards your dorm room to continue where you left off.

A/N: I wrote a part two for this, should I post it? Let me know in the comments!

#mha smut #mha fanfiction #bakugou katsuki #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo fanfic #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n

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helios-writings · 8 months

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Forever

Bokuto Kotaro x gn! Reader

wc: 1k

warnings: none

You’re the only person that can comfort Bokuto after he’s lost a match, something that just adds to the fact that he’s in love with you.

Bokuto is always tired after a long volleyball match, the adrenaline finally wearing off, leaving him a sweaty, exhausted mess. Luckily, every time a match ended, he had you to look forward to. You are always there after every match. Ready to congratulate him even if he'd lost.

Like right now, you stand by the gym doors, arms open and a smile on your face. Just seeing that smile fills him with energy. He walks into your waiting arms and you envelope him in a warm hug.

You were one of his best friends and had been with him through it all. Bokuto wondered what he would do without you. He wouldn’t be in love with you, that’s for sure.

"Bokuto," you say to him, hugging him tighter, "you did so good."

Bokuto buries his face into your neck. "But I lost. How can I be a good Captain if we keep losing?"

You run your fingers through his hair. "You're a good Captain. You always try your hardest even when you're exhausted, and even if you didn't win this match, there's always the next one."

He hated relying on you for comfort. He didn't want to make his problems yours, but maybe just for tonight, he would be selfish.

He whispers your name, still in your comforting grip. "Can I come over?"

You nod, finally letting him go. "Of course, but I won't let you get into my car all sweaty."

Bokuto cracks a small smile before quickly rushing to the locker room to change.

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The drive to your apartment was silent, save for the radio, but not awkwardly so. It was a content silence and Bokuto wasn't willing to break that. He just loved being in your company, loved to watch your facial expressions as a song you liked came on or when something inconvenienced your driving.

It was nice being with you. And for a second, it was almost like he could ignore the feelings he had for you and pretend that he felt so normal about you. He’d hold his feelings for you back before he’d ever make you uncomfortable.

When you pull into your driveway, you turn to him and smile. "I hope you're not too tired from your game, I was hoping we could watch something together. Or just hang out.”

Bokuto was never too tired for you. "Don't worry! I'm still full of energy!"

You laugh and get out of the car. "Okay then, sounds good."

He walks up with you to your door and then steps inside. Your house was always so quiet, he liked it. Most quiet places made him itchy, but he felt relaxed here.

"You know where my room is, we can sit in there," you tell him as you walk to the kitchen, "I'm just grabbing us something to snack on."

After telling you he understands, he makes his way into your room, taking it all in for the millionth time. It was cluttered, but not in a messy way. Papers were spread out on your desk, a few pencils laying over them. Pictures hung on the wall and book upon book lay neatly on a shelf near your bed. It fit you, in a way.

"Alright, I got you a water and we can share this bowl of grapes." You say, entering the room after a short time.

"Thanks."

You grin. "Well? Take a seat."

Bokuto sits so carefully next to you on the bed, the butterflies in his stomach going wild. Butterflies is such a shitty term, they feel more like wasps.

"I'm proud of you."

He blinks owlishly at you. "Why?"

"You always try your best, even when the outcome doesn't look good. It's one of the reasons I come to your games.” You lean closer to him, he can see all the colors in your eyes like this.

Gulping shakily, he dares to hope that you feel the same way. "What's the other reason?"

"I like you. A lot."

He laughs nervously. "At least take me on a date before you take me to your room."

You turn bright red and turn away from him, clearly embarrassed. "I wasn't-Bokuto don't be mean!"

Bokuto grabs your hands and turns you towards him. "H-hey, I'm sorry. You just make me so nervous."

You look at the untouched bowl of grapes between the two of you, not meeting his now steady gaze. "I make you nervous?"

"Yeah, because I like you a lot too and I'm afraid of fucking it up."

He kisses you softly after he tells you that, taking your face gently in his hands. Bokuto could kiss you for the rest of his life and never grow tired of it.

It was a good kiss and it left him feeling warm, even after you pulled away. It was an addicting feeling, kissing you. So he does it again. And a few more times, just to be safe. Kissing you might be his new favorite thing.

"Wow." You murmur, the softest of smiles on your face. He loves the sight of it.

“I like you.” He tells you again, even though he thinks you might know that now, he wants to make sure there’s no room for error. He wants to make sure that you know, wishes he wasn’t so bad with words.

You just smile and wrap your arms around him. He breathes in your familiar scent, the one that always calms him down even when he has his worst days.

Bokuto kisses the top of your head, content. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Can I lay my head on your shoulder?”

You smile. "Yeah."

And that's how he fell asleep, cuddled next to you with the sound of your voice in his ear. He wants to fall asleep like this forever, if you’ll let him. Bokuto wants to be with you forever. It’s not as scary a thought as people make it out to be, it’s just something he knows without a doubt. You’re it for him.

#fandom☀️: haikyuu #character☀️: bokuto kotaro #daylightarchive #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #hq x you #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro x you #reader insert #sunbathing with: bokuto

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janiceisbored-blog · 1 year

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Somebody Else

Hello!! This is PART 3 of "Enchanted". Sorry I dragged this one out and it's 4.6K long. I'm having a hard time trying to convey angsty emotions but here we are. Please let me know if you like this one!

Enchanted (1) ; It was good while it lasted (2)

notes: CollegeStudent!Mark Lee x OC; university setting. Contains profanities and cursing. Angst(??)

It was finally the last 3 days of the academic year. Your professor was kind enough to free his class so that everyone can pack up. It’s not like he has much to discuss on the last days of classes. You’ve been filling up boxes and your suitcase with the things you own, books stacked messily along the floor. You’ve been cracking your back the whole time trying to bend backup to pickup things and get them in their proper places. You sighed heavily when you realize that your former roommate is not there to assist you in packing up your things as she already left a week earlier. You looked over the clock on your desk, it says 1:30 PM. You haven’t even eaten your lunch just yet and you can hear your stomach growl in protest. But you have too much to do and so many things to pack. “Fuck it, I’ll order delivery.” You don’t even feel like going outside anymore. You grabbed your phone from your bed and started ordering.

(1) Notification

“Still packing? Do u need help?” – Mark

You ignored his message and left him on read. You’ve been petering out Mark for quite some time now, but it’s not like he’s been texting as well. With Grace in the picture, it is obvious what his priorities are now. You just pushed his text message aside and continued ordering for yourself.

(1) Notification

“Stop leaving me on read >:( I’m coming over!!” – Mark

And now you’re taking the bait and replied. You don’t want him to come over. Your dorm room is a mess, everything is all over the place. Basically your room was a direct reflection of what you’ve been feeling lately.

“Don’t go here, Mark. My room is a mess, I need to finish packing at least 90% of my things in boxes. I really can’t hangout today.”

(1) Notification

“But I won’t be seeing you soon!! Can I at least help you pack?”– Mark

You’re now regretting your choice. You shouldn’t have replied to his messages. And it’s not like you couldn’t say “no” to him. Besides, with him helping you pack, it could speed up the process, right? It doesn’t help that his dorm building is located conveniently next to yours. You just sighed and placed a delivery order for 2 pizzas for you and Mark to share. You continue to sort and box your items when you hear a rhythmic knock at your door and you know it’s Mark.

“Mark! Come in.” You shouted as you continue to bag your things. You hear your doorknob unlock and you see him wearing a white tshirt and a flannel over it. He was looking a little bit soaked which made you look outside your dorm window.

“It’s drizzling outside. I didn't bring an umbrella.” He walked in and sat on your bed, flipping over the books scattered on your bed. You just handed him a box gesturing for him to help.

“Could you box those? I haven’t sorted through those books and shit. The garbage goes into the blue bin there.” You pointed across the room as you were still seated on the carpeted floor of your dorm room. “Pizza will be here in like 15 minutes. Thanks for helping.” You said as you continue to fold clothes and sort them in boxes.

You were quiet the whole time and Mark was getting confused on why you haven’t said anything or mentioning your plans for summer. He did mention that he was going to have a quick vacation with his parents in Canada, but you haven’t even shared anything with him yet. Mark was getting curious with the change of dynamics. He knows that even when you’re serious, you could still get on a conversation with them. He just wants to know why you’ve been ignoring his plans to hangout or giving him the cold shoulder.

“___, got any summer plans?” He said as he continues to box the stack of books. “Are you going to the beach?”

“No. I’ll be taking up an internship in that company that Chenle’s father suggested.”

“Hey did you really got in? Why didn’t you tell me! We could’ve celebrated with the guys!” Mark got excited but you don’t seem to mind.

“I dunno, I just got the confirmation 2 days ago. It’s like 3 days a week thing for 2 months.”

Mark was obviously getting upset over how little and vague your answers are. This was not like you at all. You used to tell him anything and everything under the sun. Even your achievements or your failures. He’s starting to question why you’ve been avoiding him these past few days? Was it because of Grace? Mark grabbed the boxes of books and sat down with you on the floor. He handed over the box and your hands grazes over his. Mark looked at you with such concern.

“I just forgot to tell you. I haven’t even told my parents yet.” You lied. Because the minute you received the email you told them immediately and they followed up with a question if Mark was also coming with you in the internship.

“Is there something wrong, ____?” He looked over at you again and you just continued to fold clothes as if you didn’t hear anything. The last time he saw you like this was when you broke up with your ex boyfriend.

“I-“ you hear a knock on your door and you just sighed in relief. Mark got up and received the pizza delivery. You shed a tear as he turns his back to you to open the door.

“Thanks, dude.” You hear him close the door and you wipes your eyes before he could see you.

Mark sat down next to you on the floor, the appetite you used to have is no longer present. You don’t feel like eating anymore after what happened before. Were you really about to confess and pour your heart out at him? He handed you a pizza slice but you just stared at your piece as he takes a bite of his own. When he saw that you weren’t even touching the slice of pizza in front of you, he stopped eating.

“Come on, ___. Talk to me. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You never tell me anything these days and come to think of it, it looks like you’ve been avoiding me. You didn’t even come to Renjun’s party last weekend, that’s so not like you.”

“Mark, I-I’m…” you were unsure of what to say and you choke on your words. You can’t even meet his eyes who are now full of concern.

“I’m just tired.” You lied again and you try to look up to him. “I just want to finish packing so I can go home. I’m just tired, Mark, okay?” You took a small bite hopefully he could stop his worrying.

“I barely hear anything from you now. You leave the class so fast before I could even catch you! When was the last time we had our lunch together? Do you know how many times I caught you eating alone in the quad? ____, be honest please because I’m about to go mad thinking what I did to you! Why are you ignoring me?” His voice was now elevated, not entirely shouting but you could hear that it has enough force that makes you feel small. You wanted to sink further to the ground, and you hug your knees together as a tear escapes your eye.

“I really don’t think we should hangout anymore, Mark.” You manage to say between sobs, wiping your tear-stained cheeks as he looks at you with confusion as if you just said something in a foreign language.

“What do you mean? But we’re friends?” He’s much more gentler now, he scoots next to you to get closer.

“Mark, please.” It was almost like a whisper, your eyes are almost like waterfalls now, you couldn’t control your sobs and your whole body is now trembling. Mark tried to pull you into a hug, but you leaned your body away from him. You just sat there as tears continue to pour like the heavy rain outside. He just sat there, confused on what’s happening, he wanted to hold you but you keep shifting and pushing him away.

“I just wanted to help, ____. Let me help, please.” Mark held your hand and you can feel his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. I’ll listen.”

You stopped sobbing, with little hiccups escaping your lips as you attempted to calm down. Your shoulders and his touching as the distance between each you end when he scoots once more in your direction.

“I’m really sorry Mark. I really think it’s best if we don’t remain friends anymore. I know you’re with Grace and she’s been amazing to you, she’s been making you happy, I’m so fucking happy for you! But I –“ you inhaled deeply, letting the words consume you and just plunge on what you were about to say “But I, like you Mark. I like you way too much to jeopardize what we have! I try to keep everything in check, I try to remain normal and keep hanging out with you. But I feel terribly guilty! I can’t have feelings for you when I know that you’re seeing someone and I know that you’ll never reciprocate what I have. It’s sickening to think that even after all the efforts I try to sweep you away or push you away, I always end up saying “yes” to you. I-I can’t keep on pretending that I’m fine when every waking moment we’re together I’m reminded that this, us together, will never be possible. Believe me, I tried to move on! I tried to get fucked with strangers on dating apps, I agree to go on a date with one of Jeno’s weird friends. I tried, Mark. I really tried. I just don’t know what to do anymore but maybe if you tried to distance yourself away from me, maybe that could help me.” You started to cry again as your emotions wash over you. Never have you ever imagined that you’ll be saying these things to Mark.

“I never knew that, ____.” Mark just looked at you apologetically, his hand still holding yours but now intertwining together as if he didn’t want to let you go.

“I’m really, sorry. I-I love Grace.” He said the last line as if he was embarrassed to admit that to you.

“I know, Mark. Don’t you think I don’t know that? How your eyes light up whenever she walks into a room? Or how you couldn’t keep your hands off of her whenever we’re in a party? Or how you smile when she kisses you on random? Believe me Mark, I know it. You don’t have to say it to my face.” It’s starting to feel like everything you say is a punch in Mark’s gut. “And now what? What are you going to do? Are you just going to stare at me? Do you really think there’s anything you can do at this moment?”

You were breathless, you poured your whole heart out to Mark. The tiredness consuming you as you try to calm down once more. You try to pull away from his grip but he’s not letting you go. You knew he couldn’t do anything to make you feel even slightly better.

“I’m so sorry, ____. I didn’t know, I-I wish I knew.”

“It’s fine, Mark. I’m sorry too.” You took this as a chance to let go of his hand.

“We can’t always get what we want, don’t we?” You left a dry chuckle, and you grab one of your clothes as you continue to fold them back to your suitcase. Mark just sat there quietly, you can now hear the rain pour outside and you just sighed, as if the sky is crying with you. The two of you just sat on the floor, pizza now stale and left barely untouched.

The night deepens and the two of you barely spoke again after your speech. Mark didn’t want to leave you even if his phone has been buzzing like crazy. He felt somewhat responsible for your current state. He still helps you with sorting your things but maintained a distance away from you.

“Are you not going back to your dorm? Also, your phone has been buzzing non-stop. Do you want to answer that?” You still had to sniffle your way across the whole sentence.

“I can’t leave you here alone.” Mark slumped on the bed across to yours.

“I will be fine, Mark.” You said to him as you close the last box of your items.

“I’m not really going anywhere.”

“You don’t have to do this, Mark. I’m going to be fine, and I don’t need you to pity me. You can go, I’ll throw these out tomorrow morning.” You said as you gesture to the boxes on the floor.

“I’ll sleep in your roommate’s bed. Just please don’t push me away, we don’t even have to talk tonight.”

Thunder rumbles from the outside as the rain keeps pouring down. You looked outside and you can barely see anything except the very faint light of the streetlamp outside your dorm room. You can’t make him run outside the rain just so he can return to his dorm building. Besides, this is probably the last time you’ll see him and then it’s time for the two of you to part ways. You handed him one of your pillows and a blanket. You felt so tired after crying for what seems forever and you just want to cover your whole body and sleep. Mark on the other hand was awake, you could hear him tapping his phone, obviously making up for the missed notifications he had from Grace. You don’t even bother knowing what it is about, and you don’t want to deal with anything right now.

“Mark, I’m going to sleep now. I’m turning off the lights.” You rolled over to face him and reached for the lamp to turn it off.

“Yeah, sure ____. Goodnight.” He sighed as he throws his phone next to him.

“Goodnight, Mark.”

-----

As if the events from last night couldn’t get any worse, you opened your eyes and groaned as you can feel that your head was throbbing. You asked yourself if it was a nightmare but you could feel that it really did happen. Mark was in the bed next to yours. Still sleeping soundly as if nothing happened last night. You just sighed and grabbed your phone from the dresser next to your bed.

“I told him already Hyuck. Are you free anytime today?” SENT.

You threw your phone back to the dresser and closed your eyes once more. You really prayed that what happened last night was just a dream. That you did not pour your whole gut and soul to Mark. You can feel that your eyes were puffy from crying and throat dried up from all the sobbing you just did last night. You stood up and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge, this seems to wake up Mark and he sat up immediately when he saw you.

“Hey, I uhm, how are you?” He asked, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

“Fine, I guess?” You felt like you just had a hangover, your eyes still sensitive with the sunlight creeping into your room through the window.

“Do you want me to go? I don’t think it’s raining anymore.” Mark was folding the blanket he just used and left it on your roommate’s bed. You were not answering but you just stared at the floor as he stood there awkwardly.

“I’ll see myself out.” The sadness obviously visible in his voice.

“I think I’ll see you next term, right?” He opened the door and looked at you one last time.

“I guess so.” You gave him one last smile before he could close the door.

Your heart sank further when you heard the door click. He finally left. But you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry anymore as if your eyes are finally dried up from last night. You looked at your phone as you hear it buzz.

1 Notification

“No fucking way. Come to my dorm later. Jaemin is still here, he’s leaving at 11.- Haechan

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Eyes puffy, hair messy, you were wearing a god-awful hoodie that you probably owned way back high school. You cringed at your appearance and pushed yourself to appear decent in front of your friends later.

11 am rolls in and you make your way to Haechan’s dorm building. You prayed that Mark wouldn’t catch you outside. You walked inside the dorm building, students hauling boxes and suitcases in the hallway as people get ready for the last day of university. You said your excuses as a couple of students haul a big flat screen TV across your way, wondering how they were able to get it inside the tiny dorm rooms. You reached Haechan and Jaemin’s room and knocked a couple of times before being greeted by Haechan. He guides you inside and you saw suitcases and boxes also sprawled across their room. You saw Jaemin sitting over his desk, putting on socks as he gets ready to leave. He gave you a small pat on the back and said “Goodbye. See you next term!” as he hauls his suitcases behind him. You gave him a quick hug and Haechan did the same. When Jaemin finally left, you sat on their sofa and Haechan sat on his swivel chair as he typed something in his laptop.

“Well, what happened?” he said, still typing in his laptop.

“I told him. He showed up in my dorm to help me pack and then we weren’t exactly talking and I guess he got frustrated that I wasn’t returning his texts or calls?”

“And?” He looked at you this time, waving his hands for you to go keep talking.

“And, I told him that I don’t want to be friends anymore because I like him. That I feel guilty every time we hangout knowing that he has a girlfriend. And I tried everything to save the friendship and I tried to get with other people so I can try to move on. Oh, I kinda cried along the way too.”

“What else??” Haechan is obviously invested in your story.

“Well, uh, he held my hand and he said sorry.” You shuffled in your seat, obviously cringing over the scenario that happened last night.

“He held your hand? And you let him?”

“Well it’s not like I wanted to do it? He grabbed my hand and I can’t escape. You know how it is!”

“I really don’t”

“Whatever! Anyway, he just kept saying sorry and he told me that uh, he loves Grace.” You paused for a while and starting to feel knots forming on your throat once more. “And uh he stayed the night in my dorm room.”

The latter’s eyes widened in disbelief, he stood up and grabbed his hair. You roll your eyes at him being a complete drama queen and all.

“Okay tone it down, pervert! He slept in my roommate’s bed. We didn’t do anything weird, for your information! He stayed the night because it was storming.”

Haechan paced across his room for a few moments before sitting back to his swivel chair as if he’s taking his time absorbing the information you just told him.

“It’s not like I was honest with my feelings with him at the beggining. Plus, he doesn’t see me that way.” You grabbed one of his pillow and hugged it close to you as you can feel your heart swell from the things you just said.

“Man, it’s like my parent’s divorce all over again. And Mark’s the one who said he doesn’t want to be a child of divorce.” Haechan sat next to you as he opens a bag of chips.

“Dumbass, you don’t have to pick sides! He didn’t know and I was dumb. That’s it.” You looked at him with tears forming in your eyes, you felt like crying again.

“Oh, I’m really sorry ____. I didn’t know it would be this hard. But at least it’s summer now. He’s going to Canada and you’re in that internship thingy. I’m sure you’ll be fine. If not, you could always call me.” Haechan handed you the bag of chips and you reluctantly grabbed a piece.

“Thanks, Hyuck. I’ll be fine.” You smiled at him “Can we get the rest of the guys together? I know Jaemin is already on his way home, at least I get to see everyone before we go home. I feel guilty for ditching Renjun’s party. Just don’t tell Mark, okay? I still don’t feel okay seeing him.”

“On it!! We’ll have it at Renjun’s later.” Haechan excitedly taps on his phone.

----

You arrived at Renjun’s early but there are already drinks on top of the table, music blasting on the small Bluetooth speaker he owns. Renjun hugs you tightly when he sees you and asks why you can’t make it the last time.

“Oh, I got the flu. I didn’t want anyone catching it.” You smiled at him as you lie. To be honest, you didn’t want to join them because you know that Mark and Grace was making an appearance.

“Oh thank god you made it today! I’ll be so mad at you if we didn’t see each other before we go home.” You helped Renjun stack up the cups and prepare some food before the others get there.

The night rolls in and you see your friends arrive one by one. For a moment, you were happy. Taking shots with your friends and recalling the events that happened that transpired the whole year. You feel a lot lighter being surrounded with your friends, laughing at their stories and taking in drinks all through the night. The night was going so well until everyone paused when they hear the doors open. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t believe who it was. You looked over at Haechan, with obvious panic lacing your eyes. It was Mark and Grace. Renjun must've invited them over. It would be too obvious if you leave now, you can’t handle more interrogation from your friends or retelling the story on what happened between you and Mark.

“Hey guys!” You hear him say, he looked across the room and his eyes landed on your direction. You were hoping no one saw how frozen you were in your seat. Mark walked up inside with Grace, greeting everyone in your circle.

“Oh, hi.” He said awkwardly as you try not to meet his gaze. You just smiled at him and avoided his eyes.

“Hey, ___!” Grace waved and you were just surprised there. Your interactions with Grace were limited. He knows that you were Mark’s best friend, but you never clicked. One time, you joined them for lunch and it felt like it was the longest lunch break ever. She had different interests and humor and you just can’t relate.

The night went by and you were completely avoiding Mark the whole night. When everyone was telling stories in your circle, you try to focus on their stories while downing shots after shots. You could feel Mark stare at you with intent. You caught him one time staring at you and he immediately darted his head away and focused back on the conversation. You tried your hardest to enjoy the night, drinking and laughing with your friends. It was the last time you’re going to see them and you don’t want your thing with Mark to ruin the night. As the night progresses, you found yourself talking with Jeno. Your banter was playful and you’ve also gotten a little bit closer with each other since he was Mark’s roommate and you’ve seen him often when you used to hangout in their dorm room.

“Jeno!! How could you set me up with that weirdo!” You leaned in closer to him as you rest your head on his shoulder. You obviously had way too much to drink, you’re not usually this clingy to your friends, but you thought, maybe it wouldn’t be so harmless to flirt a little.

“____, I didn’t know he was like that! He asked for armpit pictures on the first date?” Jeno laughed with you as he kept supporting your head against his shoulders.

“Thank goodness you didn’t went home with him. Oh god, I’m not going to be friends with him anymore.” You and Jeno continue to exchange stories and he was just there listening to your drunk stories. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders when he felt that you were sinking in your chair. You both knew it was nothing but harmless flirting. You reminded yourself that you needed it. After being “rejected”, it was nice to have a little flirting on the side as a term of affirmation. Mark was still sneaking glances at you and Jeno. Even though Grace was leaning on him, it looked like he was more interested with what you and Jeno were laughing about. It was unexplainable what he felt. It’s not that he didn’t trust Jeno, but it was obvious that he was worried. You were getting drunk and flirting with Jeno made him remember the times you got shit-faced drunk and he had to take care of you, the way you leaned to his shoulder or when you had to rest your head in his lap when you take the cab ride back at home after a night of drinking. Mark exhaled and tried to divert his attention back to Grace for the nth time that night. He has a girlfriend, she’s right there. Just because you confessed, that doesn’t mean he had a change of heart.

“I love you, babe.” Mark smiled at Grace and leaned in for a kiss as if to remind himself what he has.

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As the night comes to a close, almost everyone is passed out on Renjun’s living room. Some of your friends started exiting through the door, you and Haechan found comfort in Renjun’s sofa and you know to yourself that you’ll be coming back to your dorm room in the morning.

“I’ll just use the washroom before we leave, babe.” Grace quickly kissed Mark on his cheeks as she make a beeline for the restroom. Mark took this as an opportunity to sit next to you.

“Hey, ___.” Mark whispered as he taps her shoulder. Haechan noticed that Mark is now next to you, he just waved his head as he sat up.

“Mark, she’s drunk. Let her sleep this one out.” Haechan sighed as he placed a pillow on your head and tuck you in with a blanket.

“I know, I just, I just wanted to see her before I go.” Mark tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. His intrusive thoughts telling him to caress your hair as if they were in the back of the cab during one of their drunk nights.

“Just make sure she drinks lots of water, Hyuck.”

Haechan just nodded as he goes back to sleep in the sofa.

Mark stood up from the sofa and walked to the door, still looking over you as he waits for his girlfriend.

“Let’s go babe. Are you staying with me tonight?” Grace was leaning over Mark as she caress his biceps. “Come on, let’s go.” He opened the door and gestured Grace to exit. He looked one last time at you as he closes the door.

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theliterarywolf · 1 month

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Oh my God it happened! I had my first ever Karen parent encounter today. Wolfy! *kicks door open* Holy FUCK!

Story Time.

It's spring break so we're doing room by room detailing (Custodian Guard!), not quite the deep scrub of Summer where it all smells new at the end but more like doing a solid once over with a vacuum and a pleather touch-up

I have the fire doors at the end of the hall closed since the school technically is open but they're not supposed to go beyond the office without a chaperone. I hear this ungodly banging. Like someone is trying to actually break through a union rated fire door. I was shown the mess of where one of the SpecEd kids had a sensory over load and wigged. Ended up running body first into the door and then puking all over it from the pain of...something or other. I heard collar bone and also dislocation and also head trauma. I DIGRESS! Bang, bang, bang. At the door Wolfy! I go see WTF and poke my head out. This 5 foot something of a pants suit wearing business woman with a fucked up hawk cut (looked kind of like that ugly fug from the Lorax) rips the door from my hand and barges past. THIS FUCKING BITCH ignores me as I keep pace demanding to know what in the world she thinks she's doing. She stops at a locker, points, and tells me to open it. I said No. And oh NO, uh oh, round the fucking merry go round we go! This bitch explodes! "This is my child's locker and if it's my child's locker its my locker now open it!" Or some such. Honestly she was pitching into my tinnitus and I just started tuning her out. Shrills of property rights, and police, and I let her wear her self out when the door opens again and there's my HoF, El Jefe. It's spring break, the HBIC up behind the big desk put him in charge. He already looks like he's ready to take his crock off and knock her block off LA CHANKLA style.

No, he's a true working class gentlemen. Friendly, but authoritative; assertive, but even handed. Asks her how she got in, what she was doing, why she was doing it. Would not let her talk over him. She accused me of cursing. I said check the cameras. We go and see the display in the security office and since our cams capture sound as well everyone got to see an awesome rendition of Cotton Candy complete with booty dance (I'm doing my job I don't give a fuck), before we find out she had tried the office, they denied her entry, so she just went looking for an unlocked door and barged her way past a delivery that was in progress, made her way to my hall, and began knocking, pounding, then attempting to break her way through the fire door and her entire tirade is caught on persistent media device. Nobody clapped because this bitch is throwing insults at everyone. Then I found out WHY she was so upset. I said I was going to explain that I couldn't open anything without my bosses approval, but she launched into a fit and that's when El Jefe showed up. So we call the HBIC and she's pissed because she's using actual vacation hours to ensure a spring break for her kids and tells us to take security and open the locker. Kid was vaping. Cart box fell out soon as I opened the locker. Peaches n Cream cool hit single cart. 10 year old kid. Fuck. I know I did nothing wrong but I told her I understand her shock and empathized any ways. Knowing that your kid is doing nicotine and god knows what else from these prepackaged crap packets. Security takes pictures, emails are sent, CC'd, forwarded, in duplicate, witness statements, police were called but no charges pressed she was just walked off the premises with little coaxing. I think she was just processing at that point. Found out later through the break-room telephone that the kid ended up in a local Psych hospital...I honestly feel worse for the kid knowing that. The places we have in this town are just...fucking scams.

See, you got the 'fun' unhinged Karen, I always got the 'how dare that teacher say something not perfectly squeaky clean to my precious baby! I demand to be let on campus so I can beat her ass at ONCE!' Karens.

Even though the 'not perfectly squeaky clean' comments were:

High School - *in response to a kid shouting 'I like my bitches silent' across the classroom several times during class'* "You probably shouldn't call someone else a bitch when you're acting like a bitch yourself, now get out.'

Middle School - *in response to a kid being disrespectful and saying that they don't even want to be in school* "You know, back when I taught high school, sometimes the best advice I could give to people with your point of view was 'maybe you should just drop out'."

*in response to the class refusing to settle down after utilizing literally all of the school's call-to-actions and calls-for-silence* "Okay, I want it as silent as a corpse in here, thank you..."

But, I have to say, I was laughing at your Cotton Candy booty-shaking antics... Then I got sad near the end.

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igot-sarang-ggg · 1 year

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hi! May I ask? I don't know English very well, so I'm sorry, it's not my native language. Can I get a fanfic with risotto x f!a reader who shows herself very coolly and arrogantly on assignments. but she begins to literally melt when she is hugged. I hope I asked clearly😅

Thank you for your request! Your English is really good. Thanks again submitting a request! Hope you like it!

Supercilious (Risotto x Reader)

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Small Summary: You're the type of person that tries too hard during missions and thinks that you're the best. Even if you mess up in a mission you blame it on others rather then taking responsibilities for it. Your first mission on your own and it doesn't go the way you thought it would. After coming back Risotto calls you into his office (don't want to spoil to much)

Small mentions: SPOILERS, a bit fluff, spell check is out the window, strong language, mention of blood and murder..

P.S Your outfit is a vest and tie

Today I had a solo mission for the first time, I guess the boss finally saw my true potential. I tracked the man down and went to his house. My phone started buzzing I ignored it and kept moving forward to assassinate him. I climbed up to his window and sent my stand to investigate the area. There were three cameras in place and I know where their blind spots were. My phone buzzed again, I hung up and made my way in putting on my mask. And killed the man.

I was now taking care of the body when I got a call from Melone. "Yeah, what is it?" He called so many times. I removed my bloody gloves and used my stand to get rid of the evidence. "Risotto's looking for you, when are you coming back?" I sighed looking around the room there was a small camera on a desk recording everything, I didn't notice that camera was there, "Might be awhile, I'm being watched by cameras right now, is Ghiaccio there?"

"Shit, how did you not notice that earlier? Are you wearing your mask to cover your face?" He shouted through the phone, "Just shut the fuck and put Ghiaccio on the phone before I send my stand to kill you!" I could hear him swallow through the phone. As long as I know my enemy's Coordinates are through Longitude and Latitude I'm able to find them and kill them. "He's already on it Y/n, his looking for the locations."

My phone buzzed. Ghiaccio sent me the coordinates, "Thanks you see you guys in a bit." Closing my eyes I pictured the world's globe in front of me looking for their locations and sent my stand after the ones watching. Five men were killed, and I destroyed their computers along with the camera that was watching.

Once I made it back to our Hideout I removed my mask and sat down next to Pesci, "How was your mission big sis?" Pesci asked, I didn't say anything instead side glared at him, "You better be careful with her Pesci... It looks like the mission wasn't successful." Formaggio said.

"It was. It's just that dumb-ass Melone kept calling me while I was on the mission and made me lose focus on scanning the room. Speaking of which... Where is that bitch?" I undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt a bit, "He went out with Illuso. After he was done talking to you." Pesci said. "I see..." He ran away before I could see him.

That's right, he mentioned Risotto wanted to speak with me. I got up and walked over to Risotto's office, I knocked. "Come in," I entered the room closing the door behind me, "You wanted to see me, boss?" He looked at me from head to toe focusing his eyes on my undone tie and buttons, "Sorry, I just finished a mission and forgot to fix my outfit."

He walked over to me and adjusted the buttons and popped my collar up, his fingers lightly touching my skin giving me goosebumps, "Y/n you and I have been assigned to a mission." He lowered the collar down and tightened the tie. "When are we leaving?" I asked. He placed his hand on my chin making me look at him; his thumb was now on my lips.

Why can't I move? Risotto wasn't using his stand.

"Soon." He said. There was then a knock on the door, "Come in." Risotto said as we remained in the same spot. "Here's the paperwork you asked for." Prosciutto walked in placed the pile of paper on his desk and then walked out.

Before I could even process anything Risotto was now embracing me, his arms were wrapped around my waist and his head was placed on my shoulder... what is this?! WHY IS HE DOING THIS?! "He-Hey Risotto are you okay?! What's going on?!" I tried fighting him off but he wouldn't budge, "Dude! LET GO!" I shouted.

His grip around me tightened, "Relax..." He said in a calm voice, "This is a hug," I loosened my stance I could feel my legs going weak, "I'm not trying to hurt you, this is more of a thing that's done in friendship. So relax." This is a hug? Why do I feel myself going weak from his touch?

"Let go of me Risotto! We have a mission to do!" I kept fighting against his grip. Why am I going weak... no, stop you're stronger than that. "You've never experienced a hug have you?" I didn't say anything, "Since you're new here you need to know that we treat each other like family. That includes hugging. We only do it 'cause Pesci had insisted we do so." He pulled away and a smirk was on his face.

"You're face is red my dear Y/n." I could feel my face burning up at that point, "I guess you like the hug, am I correct?" Is he teasing me? "Can we just Focus on the mission?"

"Sure whatever you say." If he wasn't our leader I would have killed or punched him for doing that...

But, why do I want more?

"I have the Coordinates, here. And here is a picture of the guy we're looking for." He handed me the paper I manifested my stand reading what was on the paper out loud and then closing my eyes as I repeated the coordinates. "Do you see anything?" He asked, "No nothing." I continued repeating the coordinates out loud to myself. I could hear him walking in the room but I wasn't sure where he was going or what he was doing. I kept my eyes closed soon feeling two arms wrap themselves around my waist. I tried staying focused on the mission and finding our target.

"Relax and focus on looking for the guy." He placed his head on my shoulder and pressed my body closer to his. I didn't mind it this time. My leader was showing affection to me and I'd never had a hug from anyone before. "I found him."

"Good, go for the kill." His voice sounding menacing, I quickly went for the kill and beheaded the man. "It's done.." I called back my stand and looked over at Risotto. "Good job." He said he let go of me. "Was it necessary to hug me while I was looking for his location?" I asked. Risotto shrugged, "It wasn't, just wanted to see how you would react."

I sighed and looked down, "Can... Can I have another hug?" I didn't want to look at his face, but the next thing I knew he had arms wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and could feel myself melting in his embrace. I'm just glad that Risotto's the only one that gets to see me in this way.

Request for One-shot are open!

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ryqoshay · 8 months

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How to Handle a Nico: All My Sanity's Gone

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~4.1k Rating: T? Time Frame: Late in Maki’s college career and early in Nico’s idol producer career Story Arc: Stand Alone Set: Love Me When I Don't HtHaN: All My Sanity's Gone HL: Put You Through Hell

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Author's Note: Finally got around to finishing this one, after having started it over two years ago...

Summary: Nico is ready to celebrate Egao Jōshō getting a central office, but things don't go as planned.

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Nico stood up and stretched before rubbing her back. She’d spent most of the last hour assembling the office chair she would be sitting in for the foreseeable future. She spun the seat and smiled, satisfied with the result. Finally, she pulled out her phone and snapped a selfie in front of her new desk setup.

“Hey, Tsubasa, Hanayo!” Nico called as she exited her office. “You guys need any help finishing up?”

“I think your timing is perfect.” Tsubasa replied, stepping out of her own office.

“Almost done.” Hanayo’s voice came from one of several cubicles. Before the other two women could make it over, her head popped up over the partition. “Done.” She announced with a smile.

Tsubasa yawned. “Shall we head out then?”

“One more pic.” Nico said. “Let’s get one with all three of us.”

“Maybe outside?” Hanayo suggested. “By our temporary sign?”

“Great idea.” Nico agreed before leading the way toward the front door.

“Give the phone to Hanayo.” Tsubasa suggested as the three gathered by their sign. “She has longer arms.”

Nico grumbled a cruse while ignoring the smug glance it earned before holding out her phone. “There.” She said, snapping the shot. “I think that’s perfect.”

“Alright,” Tsubasa said, leading the way to her car “let’s get you two home. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

The other two women agreed and got in the vehicle. As Tsubasa started driving, Nico pulled up the company’s social account and started typing.

We finally did it!

She typed.

Egao Jōshō officially has a central office!

1/?

No more renting rehearsal space in one place and needing to take a train to get to the rented recording area. Our idols can stay in one place now.

2/?

No more working from the kitchen table or living room couch for me. Maki-chan has been very patient in putting up with my mess.

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And I hear Rin and Honoka have put up well enough with Hanayo and Tsubasa. But no more! We have offices! And room to hire more staff!

4/?

Thank you everyone for your support over these last few months! We look forward to seeing everyone at the ribbon cutting ceremony tomorrow!

5/5

Nico uploaded several pictures she had taken over the course of the day, attached them to the messages and posted everything. She smiled as Likes began to register and the first few comments appeared.

“You took some good pictures today, Nico-chan.” Hanayo said from the back seat, apparently having received notification of the posts. “Looks like everyone is excited for tomor… oh…”

Nico checked her phone and grimaced. Apparently, even after all these months, she still had adamant detractors. “Trolls gonna troll, I guess.” She said with a sigh.

“Don’t feed the trolls.” Tsubasa said, not taking her eyes off the road.

“Yeah…” Nico agreed as a few memories popped up in her mind of her own time trolling the comments sections of the fledging group known as µ’s.

The rest of the drive passed quietly. Hanayo was dropped off first as she lived closer. Nico thanked Tsubasa for the ride when they reached her house. Finally, she headed inside to see what Maki had ordered for them since she hadn’t been able to get home in time to cook.

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Maki smiled as she listened to her girlfriend prattle on about the plans she had for her company’s new location. After watching Nico overwork herself these last few weeks, it was nice seeing her excited and smiling again. As she stopped at a red light, she allowed herself a moment to turn her gaze to the passenger seat and soak in a bit of the energy Nico was giving off.

On green, she returned her attention to the road, but her thoughts continued to focus on Nico. Her stubborn girlfriend needed to learn to delegate if she was going to survive managing a business. Maki knew all too well how much Nico insisted on doing herself, one of many examples being her constant rebuffs of Maki’s offer to hire cleaners for the apartment.

Of course, this wasn’t to say that Maki herself was any better. She knew she would have to hone her own delegation skills if she was to take over the Nishikino hospital at some point.

“Oh…”

The sound of Nico’s choked gasp snapped Maki back to reality and she glanced in the general direction of the building they were now approaching. Oh…

Maki pulled to the curb and barely had the vehicle in Park before Nico was out the door.

“Nico-chan!” Maki called, striding after her girlfriend before reaching out to grab her shoulder. “Wait!”

Nico stopped.

“Nico-chan?”

Maki noticed the raven-haired woman’s legs were shaking.

“Woah… hey…” Maki reached out to awkwardly catch Nico before she collapsed. “Nico-chan… uhm…”

Her mind scrambled for something. Anything. Eventually, she settled on shifting her hold and guiding Nico back to the car and had her lean against it. She kept her arm around Nico’s waist to help keep her steady. For a moment she wondered if it would be better to have Nico sit back down in the passenger seat, but at this point, that would mean moving her aside to open the door. This was good enough for now, Maki thought to herself, pulling Nico closer. Maybe… Hopefully…

With that issue addressed, Maki finally turned her attention to the scene before them.

The storefront of the new Egao Jōshō central office was destroyed.

Broken glass was everywhere, scattered across the sidewalk outside as well as the floors inside. Graffiti had been sprayed across the non-glass surfaces, spelling out various vulgar insults and derogatory terms. The chairs in the reception area were strewn about and the desk showed signs of damage. Maki couldn’t see a computer monitor and assumed if it wasn’t lying smashed on the floor somewhere, it had been stolen. The rest of the office couldn’t be seen from the street, but the damage was likely similar within.

Maki started reaching for her phone to call the authorities when…

“It’s my fault…” The words fell from Nico’s lips like icicles from a winter rooftop.

“What?” Maki paused with her phone halfway up.

“This is all my fault…”

“Nico-chan, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t you see?” Nico looked up with tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“No. I don’t. How is any of this…”

“I fed the trolls.”

“You… what?” Maki tried to remember the last time someone had mentioned the term.

“I knew better. Tsubasa even reminded us not to and yet…” Nico’s voice seemed to die in her throat as the first tear finally slid down her cheek.

Maki turned and pulled Nico into a tight embrace. “It’s not your fault.” She said quietly.

“But…”

“It’s not your fault.” Maki repeated, a bit firmer than she intended. “Nothing you could say online could possibly warrant this.”

Nico’s response was buried in Maki’s shoulder before her whole body convulsed in a sizable sob.

The sound of a vehicle pulling to a stop behind Maki’s car caught her attention. She turned her head to see Tsubasa stepping out of the driver’s side, her jaw clenched and her eyes as hard as emeralds. Hanayo was slower in exiting the passenger side with a hand over her mouth and tears already falling.

“I’m calling the police now.” Maki said, hitting Send on her phone before finally putting it to her ear.

Tsubasa nodded solemnly before standing and staring silently at the scene, obviously still processing the situation.

“Officers are on their way.” Maki announced after a couple minutes before scrolling through her contacts.

“Who are you calling now?” Tsubasa asked.

“Hikoya-san.” Maki responded.

The other woman nodded again as she recognized the name of the lawyer whose firm had helped in writing the contracts for Egao’s investors, as well as getting the company properly incorporated and in good legal standing.

“I’ll have him send an associate over to speak to the authorities on our behalf.” Maki explained. “They can then start dealing with insurance; I’ll email them the receipts of everything purchased for proof of inventory.”

“Sounds like a good plan.” Tsubasa nodded again. “Thank you, Maki-chan.” She turned to Hanayo. “Shall we start cleaning up?”

“Wait!” Maki spoke up. “Hello, yes, it’s me, Maki. I’m terribly sorry, but one moment.” She slid a thumb over the mic. “We can’t do anything until the authorities have written up their report and we have sent all the necessary information to insurance.” She returned her attention to the call.

Tsubasa and Hanayo stood in an uncomfortable quiet as Maki explained the situation to the firm’s employee on the other end of the line.

“Sorry about that.” Maki said, hanging up again.

“No, it’s fine.” Tsubasa shook her head. “You’re right. We shouldn’t do anything to jeopardize our insurance claim.”

“So, what do we do?” Nico suddenly asked, pushing away a little, but not completely out of Maki’s embrace before looking up at her.

“Right now? Not much.” Maki admitted. “You three could probably just go home…”

“What?” Nico’s brow furrowed.

“Although I suppose someone should probably get online soon to inform everyone that we will have to cancel the…”

“Like hell.”

“Uweh?”

“We’re not cancelling the opening.” Nico’s voice hardened.

“Yes, sorry, not cancelling, just postponing…”

“We’ll get this mess cleaned up and we’ll do the ceremony after.”

“Nico-chan…”

“You don’t think we can?” Heat began to rise in Nico’s voice as she detached herself fully from Maki.

“We don’t even know the extent of the damage yet.”

“Of course not. That’s why we go in and start cleaning.”

“But we can’t do that yet.” Maki was starting to get frustrated as well. “That’s why I said you should go home for now.”

“And what about you?”

“I’ll stay so someone is here when the police arrive.”

“Alone? What if the jackasses who did this come back?”

“They won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“This is a coward’s attack. They couldn’t bring themselves to confront you in person, so they went after your stuff under the cover of darkness. But now it’s morning. It’s light out and there’s more traffic.” Maki motioned to the general area around them. “Other shops are starting to open up. There are more people around. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m staying here.” Nico stomped her foot a little to emphasize her point.

“That’s fine, I guess.” Maki conceded. “I just thought that since you three were so emotionally invested that you might want…”

“Damn right I’m emotionally invested!” Nico exploded. Unable to step back from Maki due to her position leaning against the car, she pushed her girlfriend away instead. “I’ve poured blood, sweat and tears into this place for months. Literally and figuratively.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Exactly what?” Nico demanded.

“You’re too emotionally invested.”

“That’s what I just said!” Nico waved an arm to accent her statement.

“Fine.” Maki crossed her arms. “Do whatever you want. Stay or go. I don’t care.”

Although she regretted her words as soon as they left her lips, Maki could tell by Nico’s expression that it was too late.

“Fine.” Nico spat. “You don’t want me here. I’m leaving.”

Nico stomped around the still running car and dropped into the driver seat. She slammed the door, backed away from the curb, and sped off.

“We’ll go after her.” Hanayo said solemnly.

“I’m sorry.” Maki said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Don’t apologize to us.” Tsubasa replied, placing a hand on the younger woman’s shoulder. “Call us when the police and insurance company have everything they need. We’ll come back and start cleaning up this mess.”

“Alright.” Maki nodded. “Say, uhm… I don’t know if Nico-chan is actually going home. But I know of a couple places she might go instead if you don’t find here there.”

“I know some places as well.” Hanayo agreed.

“As do I.” Tsubasa added as she opened the driver’s side door of her car. “We’ll see you in a little bit.”

Maki waved at her two friends before unlocking her phone. There were still several calls she needed to make and messages to send.

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“Uhm… Nishikino-san?”

A voice caught Maki’s attention as she watched the officers move through the building taking pictures, followed closely by the associate sent by Hikoya’s firm. She turned to find a small group of young men gathering near her. It was hard to miss the buttons and other memorabilia they were wearing, designating them as fans of Nico and A-RISE.

“I’m sorry.” Maki resisted sighing. She figured some people wouldn’t get the notifications in time. “But today’s event has been cancelled. We’ll send out an announcement when we’re able to reschedule.”

“We know.” One of the men nodded. “We came to see if there was anything we could do to help.”

Oh. Maki had to admit she hadn’t considered that possibility. Still, “I’m not sure…”

“I know how to remove graffiti.” One of the other men offered. “I did a lot of paint removal at my old job.”

“Say, isn’t there a hardware store a few blocks down that rents out equipment?” Another offered.

“There is.” Still another confirmed, already typing away at his phone.

“I’m sure you’re probably having professionals coming later” the first one spoke again “but perhaps we can get a head start?”

“I actually haven’t been able to find anyone yet.” Maki admitted with a rueful smile. “Everyone I’ve called so far is booked.”

“Alright then.” The young man nodded. “We’ll be back in little bit.”

“Wait.” Maki said as the group started to move off. She hadn’t actually agreed yet. But as they turned back toward her, something about their determined expressions convinced her. “Be sure to keep your receipts.”

“Of course.”

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One of the phones on the table started vibrating.

“Oh, that’s Anju.” Tsubasa said, reaching for the device. “Hello? … … No. Absolutely not. … Look, I appreciate the offer, Anju, but no. We’ll be fine, you don’t need to come back. … No, don’t cancel. The show must go on. Our loyal fans paid for tickets and they deserve to see the performance.

“Plus,” Her expression hardened. “I don’t want the bastards who did this to know they can disrupt our business. Sure, they managed to delay the opening of our office. But we’ve worked from home and used rented space just fine up until now, and we’ll be fine continuing to do so for a little while longer. We’ll keep scheduling events like we always have. We’ll show them that this will not deter us.”

Tsubasa’s face softened again. “Right. … … Yes. Definitely. Have fun tonight. We’ll see you two when you get back. Goodbye.” She hung up and turned her attention to the other two women at the table. “You feeling up to heading back, Nico-chan?”

“I suppose.” Nico leaned back in the booth and sighed. “May as well see what my idiot girlfriend has been up to.”

“I’m actually surprised Mak-chan hasn’t contacted us yet.” Hanayo said before waving down the server for the bill. “Surely the police are done by now, right?”

“Maybe they were delayed in arriving or something.” Nico shrugged. “Who knows. We’ll find out when we get there.”

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Nico braced herself to face the scene again as she turned the corner. She looked down the street and…

What the heck?

She pulled up to the curb like Maki had done a few hours ago and got out of the car.

“Yazawa-san.” A young woman acknowledged with a smile and a nod as she moved past toward a dumpster to unload an armful of stuff.

For the second time that day, Nico stood in awe of the scene before her. However, this time, for very different reasons.

There were people everywhere. A couple were scrubbing away at the graffiti on the exterior wall and she could see others inside painting the walls to cover the vandalism there. Others, like the girl who had just passed her, were hauling damaged items from farther within the office. Then, she spotted red hair.

Nico moved across the sidewalk and stepped through the front door. Or rather, the entryway, as the door itself was gone. From there, she approached her girlfriend.

Maki was sitting on a folding chair at a small plastic table. She was talking to someone on her wireless headset while tapping away at a pair of tablets in front of her.

“Make sure your contact info is on the back.” Maki said to a young man on the other side of the table.

The man nodded and stabbed a slip of paper on a receipt spike and picked up several boxes at his feet. His face lit up with recognition as he turned toward Nico. He then bowed as much as he could while holding the stack before moving past her.

“Yes… … Yes…” Maki had returned to her call. “No, that’s fine.” She tapped at one of the screens. “We’ll be sure to have someone here then. … Thank you. Goodbye.” She hung up and turned to Nico. “Yes, what is… N-Nico-chan?!” She stood up quickly enough knock her chair over backward.

Nico couldn’t help chuckling at the scene as she stepped around the table.

“I-I’m sorry! I, uhm… I forgot to call.” Maki stammered out.

“It’s alright.” Nico replied, pulling her girlfriend into a hug. “It looks like you’ve been busy.”

“Mm…”

“So, want to fill us in?” Tsubasa requested, approaching the couple with Hanayo in tow.

“Well, what can I say, but your fans are amazing.” Maki said, jutting her chin in the general direction of everyone working around them.

“Our fans?” Hanayo asked, marveling as the idea processed in her mind.

“I tried to send the first group away because I thought they hadn’t gotten the message about the ribbon cutting ceremony being canceled.” Maki explained. “But they insisted that they were here to help. And then more kept showing up. And I started getting messages from those unable to make it in person offering donations and connections.

Maki chuckled. “The connections.” She repeated. “Every place I tried to call initially was booked, but people started sending me links and numbers that they knew. Someone’s cousin works at a glass shop, so they’ll be here soon to install windows and a door. Someone else got me in touch with a carpet company that will be coming tomorrow after we get a second coat of paint on the walls and let it dry, although someone said it was quick dry paint, or something, so apparently it doesn’t even need overnight.” She shrugged. “Oh, and Honoka should be here any minute with treats for everyone who came in person.”

“Honoka-chan?” Tsubasa asked, checking her phone. “Strange, she hasn’t called or messaged me.”

“She probably just jumped right into getting things ready.” Maki proposed. “She didn’t respond to my message in group chat when I told everyone there, and she sounded out of breath when she called me a few minutes ago as she was heading out the door.”

“Yeah, that does sound like her.” Tsubasa laughed. “I’ll be sure to thank her personally when she gets here.”

“And speaking of food,” Maki continued “Eli and Nozomi closed for the day and are apparently rushing a catering order for everyone later. Umi and Kotori are out with a group picking up new furniture and Rin is with another group is getting electronics. Both groups should be back soon.”

“That’s what Rin-chan meant…” Hanayo checked something on her phone.

“The gentleman who was just here picked up some security equipment that was recommended to me by the company that my parents contract with at the hospital. They’ll be here later this week to formally install everything, hide the cables and whatnot, but until then we’ll at least have functional cameras and door alarms and such to deter a repeat incident.”

Nico felt a smile tug at her lips. “Well, if Maki-chan had any doubts about being able to run the hospital when her parents officially hand things over, I think she’s proven herself capable of managing a crisis here.”

“Oh, well I, uhm…” Maki began to blush at the compliment.

Encouraged by the reaction, Nico continued. “Nico may have to take some lessons from Maki-chan if she wants to become half the manager she is. Of course, Nico will definitely surpass Maki-chan and become the No. 1 Manager in the Universe.”

“… Idiot…” Maki muttered, still working through her embarrassment, but still willing to play one of their favorite games.

“You love it.”

“Yeah… I do…”

Nico’s smile grew. By the gods she loved how the game had changed over the years. Maki did still use her old maybe response often, but she seemed to have a knack for knowing when Nico needed to hear this version.

“Alright,” Tsubasa said, stepping toward the couple, “that’s enough sappy stuff for now. You can continue that when you get home. Anyway, thank you, Maki-chan.” She placed a hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “What you’ve done here today is incredible.”

“I, uhm…” Maki fumbled for a moment. “I was just doing what I had to to protect my investment…”

Tsubasa laughed. “Somehow I knew you’d say something like that. But you’ve done more than that, and you know it.”

Nico was about to chime in again with more praise when she was interrupted by someone calling for Maki somewhere inside the office. Maki’s demeanor changed back to professionalism and she responded that she would be there in a moment.

“So,” Nico said before her girlfriend could move away, “once you’ve checked on that situation, come back and tell us what we can do to help. It’s our company. We should really be doing something. But this is clearly your show.”

“Alright.” Maki nodded.

As she watched her girlfriend continue to direct the disaster recovery efforts, Nico realized she hadn’t yet apologized for blowing up on Maki earlier. But as much as she wanted to do so as soon as possible, she figured she had probably just embarrassed Maki enough with public thanks and affection. Perhaps it would be better to wait until they were home and behind closed doors.

In the meantime, Nico took a moment to fully appreciate the scene before her and used it to psyche herself up for pitching in.

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“Eh?” Nico uttered as Maki buried her face in her chest.

The couple had finally turned in for the night, after having stayed far longer than intended at the party. The official grand opening, ribbon cutting ceremony for Egao Jōshō had been rescheduled, but Nico and Tsubasa still wanted to do something to thank all those that had gathered to help clean up. And their closest friends already had the framework prepared, at Maki’s behest.

But after a long and emotional day, both were exhausted. And Nico’s head had barely touched her pillow when her girlfriend had wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close.

“I’m sorry.” Maki said softly, her voice muffled by Nico’s sleep shirt.

“Maki-chan, I…”

“I pushed you away when you needed my support.”

“I actually thought I was the one who ran away.” Nico admitted. “And that was only after yelling at you, so I’m sorry for that.”

Maki puffed out a sigh.

“This morning I really felt like all my sanity was gone.” Nico continued. “Seeing all my hard work ruined was bad enough, but thinking it had been my fault was the last straw. And I took my frustrations out on you. And you didn’t deserve that, so I’m sorry for that too.”

Maki tightened her embrace.

“But you still had my back. You stopped me from making things worse, even though it turned my anger toward you instead. And you stepped up and took care of things when I couldn’t. You’ve always been there for me, Maki-chan, in one way or another, finding new ways to love me even when I’m struggling to do so myself.”

“I do love you, Nico-chan.”

“I know.” Nico pressed her lips against the top of Maki’s head. “I love you too, Maki-chan. Thank you for everything you did for me today.”

“Nico-chan is always helping me so…” Maki cut off as Nico gently swatted where she had kissed a moment ago.

“And you can thank me when I do. But today Maki-chan was the star of the show.”

“Mmph…” Maki huffed.

Nico was about to laugh when Maki suddenly turned her head and pushed herself up to press her lips against Nico’s. Nico responded by sliding a hand through Maki’s hair and pulling her in to deepen their kiss. Maki’s hand moved up to Nico’s shoulder and gently pushed her onto her back.

“Speaking of new ways to love you…” Maki breathed as she positioned herself over Nico.

Now, Nico laughed. “I think this is a pretty old way to love me, Maki-chan.”

Maki pouted.

Nico laughed again. “But it’s fine. Love me like you do, Maki-chan.”

And Maki did exactly that.

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Author's Note Continued: This is the first of what was originally planned as a set of three chapters, one for each of my main, canon-compliant’ish fics, but now that I’ve added a fourth flagship to my fleet with ShikiMei, I may need to figure out a fourth chapter for the set. Not complaining, mind.

Anyway, the theme of the set is one of my favorite songs by Pentatonix, Love Me When I Don’t. The first time I heard it, I immediately knew I needed to write something based on it. Unfortunately, although ideas spun fast and I collected a ton of notes, things just never materialized; real life circumstances certainly did not help.

But Pentatonix released a new original song recently, which got me on a kick for them and I’ve been listing to a ton of their songs ever since; excluding their boat load of Christmas songs as it is bit to early in the season for that and my years in retail make me adverse to such things being too out of season… I say having written fic chapters with a different take on the issue… But I found myself focusing more on the group’s original songs than their covers, and every time I replayed Love Me When I Don’t, I remembered the WIPs that were gathering digital dust. So, I finally busted out the first one and finished it.

That said, having finally finished this one, I can say with certainty that I strongly dislike writing fights. Well, fights between characters who are supposed to love each other. Anyone who has read some of my AUs will know I’m fine writing battle scenes, even if I can feel like I’m repeating myself too much with describing various actions. And I can’t say I had much trouble writing the confrontation between Nico and Etsuko, the latter of whom I really need to write more of at some point. But an argument between Nico and Maki? Not so much. I hated writing The Incident, and writing the fight here felt little better. And I really can’t say I’m all that happy with the result of either. And I still need to finish a different fight for PoH…

Obviously, this isn’t to say I dislike bickering. On the contrary, I love writing that. Teasing and harmless banter is fun, even if one or both sides steps a bit out of line from time to time. That’s just NicoMaki to me. But more serious fights, like the one in this chapter, I’m just not a fan. Props to my fellow authors who can write such things with more confidence.

Next up, another topic I’m not particularly fond of writing, fan backlash to news that their precious pure idols may have lives off stage. Egao Jōshō exists primarily to rebuke that idea and makes no effort to hide the fact that it will not prevent the idols in its employ from dating. And while in-universe, many dedicated fans go along with Egao’s ideals – no, I don’t care how unrealistic it may be – many others do not. And having read some real-world scandals, I figured something like this may be plausible. That said, one may notice I didn’t actually write any of the backlash, just the results of it. And I probably will keep it that way if I continue to address the topic in future chapters.

And finally, I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything for HtHaN, so here are a few quick reminders in case anyone is left wondering. Honoka is running her family bakery, although I’m not sure if she has officially inherited it yet. Eli and Nozomi run a restaurant together, an idea I shamelessly stole from some old NicoMaki doujin years ago. Anju and Erena have formed a subgroup, that I’ve yet to name, so they can continue to perform while Tsubasa takes some time off from being an idol to both get Egao up and running and spend more time with Honoka. Hanayo is Egao’s first, and probably by this point the only, employee of Egao. I’m not sure if Hanayo has graduated college yet, if not she is in a paid internship position. And I made up Hikoya for this chapter, and I’ve no idea if he’ll ever be mentioned again; maybe in TA with what I have planned for Setsuna…

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Ziva x reader - forever in my heart

Can you do Ziva x NB reader with either prompt 9 or 10? Thank you sm even if you can’t and stay safe and take time for yourself 💜💜💜💜💜- Anon💜

10. “I turned into this many years ago, but it’s okay, I’m used to it.”

Sitting on the chair in the interrogation room, you hummed lightly to yourself as you looked around idly.

You’d been in here for nearly an hour by yourself, and as much as you did like alone time, you were starting to get bored, and you didn’t know how long it would take for them to come back.

You were nervous, upset, but you didn’t want the team to see that side of you, so you stuffed it all down, hiding all of your emotions, turning them off.

Finally, they door opened, and Gibbs walked in with Tony, Ziva and McGee.

They all stood on the other side of the table, and Gibbs dropped a file on the table.

“Care to explain?” He snapped.

You looked down at it before looking back at him, before tilting your head a little bit in confusion.

“About what?”

“About this!” Tony yelled.

He tossed the file open, throwing pictures of police reports, picture of bodies and everything else.

They went back years, some of them were even written on paper and yellowed with age.

You sighed, looking away once more.

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

“So this isn’t you?”

McGee held up a black and white photo, setting it on the table he started showing you more and you slowly watched yourself go through the years.

Each one you looked different, you looked so different but yet you could easily tell it was you who was in the photo.

You didn’t reply.

“You’ve been on the run for years, and you told us about what you were a few months ago, and now we find this. You didn’t think to share with us?” Gibbs asked.

You shrugged.

“It was a part of my past I prayed to forget, to leave behind me.”

“You’re a murderer.” Ziva snapped.

You looked up at her, and your heart broke as you saw the anger across her face.

Everyone else you could easily ignore, but when it came to Ziva, you couldn’t bare to see her angry at you.

It hurt more than anything you had ever been through, and you’d been through a lot.

“I’m… im not…”

“You kill over two hundred people!” Tony yelled.

You stood up, slamming your hands on the table and it snapped under the pressure.

Everyone took a step back and you froze, slowing backing up against the wall as you looked at them all.

“I wouldn’t… I didn’t…”

You didn’t know what to say, and in a blink of an eye you were gone from the room.

They all rushed to find you, but your desk was empty, and they all had to decide what to do.

Clearly there was no point putting an APB out on you, you’d easily be able to avoid it, so they had to debate whether to find you themselves or just leave you.

After hours of talking about it, they decided to leave you.

They didn’t know if they could trust you or not, they weren’t sure if you were someone they wanted to entrust their lives with.

Days slipped by, and after hearing nothing from you they started to grow worried.

It was Ziva that finally gave in and decided to head to your apartment.

She let herself in and the place was a mess, everything was broken, everything was thrown to the floor.

Stepping over the mess the best she could, Ziva went further into the Apartment.

“(Y/N)?” She called.

There was a small noise, and you sat up, rubbing the back of your head lightly as you looked around in confusion.

You stood up and swayed to the side lightly, stumbling through the mess you walked over to the couch and sat on the edge of it, grabbing the bottle of alcohol you had left sat on the floor.

“What?” You said.

There was no emotion in your voice and that worried her even more.

Heading over, she pulled the table over and sat on it.

“You’re drunk.” She stated.

Ziva could smell the alcohol on you, and if she was any closer it wouldn’t have surprised her if she got drunk just from exposure.

“(Y/N)…”

She reached out and took the bottle, setting it beside her.

You looked at her, and she could see the red in your eyes.

You’d been crying, a lot.

She could also see the blood around the corner of your mouth.

Knowing what she was looking at you scoffed.

“Relax, I didn’t kill anyone.”

You reached down the back of the couch and pulled out an empty blood bag, tossing it to the side.

“I had a friend deliver them.”

“Tell me about that time.”

“What?”

You turned to Ziva in shock.

“Tell me about all those police reports, why you did it. I need to understand.”

You nodded and came over, sitting back down.

You explained to Ziva you were out of control, and you best friend at the time wasn’t helping, how he loved it and egged you on.

No one could stop you and no one dared to stop you.

“I stopped twenty years ago.”

“What changed?”

You sighed, lifting your shirt up you showed her a scare on your chest.

“Stake, barely missed my heart. It was a lucky break but made me realise what I was doing.”

“Do you regret it?” She asked.

“No.”

“No?”

You shrugged, standing up.

“Don’t you wish you could go back and change it? Or change deciding to become a vampire?”

“I turned into this many years ago, but it’s okay, I’m used to it.”

You smiled sadly, and it was such a broken smile that it broke her a little bit as well.

“My kind are meant to be alone Ziva, and don’t worry, I’ll be leaving tonight. I’m off to New Orleans to stay with Klaus and his family.”

“The same friend who made you kill all those people?”

“He didn’t make me. I chose to.”

Ziva opened her mouth to say something, but she didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t know how to handle any of this information and she was still trying to come to grasp with the idea of vampires being real.

Walking over, you stood in front of her bringing your hand up, you gently placed it on the side of her face and smiled softly at her.

“Forget this conversation ever happened, and forget that we ever met. You deserve better, and I’m so sorry.”

With that, you kissed her forehead and you left to do the same to the others.

Ziva stood there for a few seconds before a tear rolled down her face.

You forget you gave her a necklace laced with vervain to protect her. You were leaving for good, and that broke her heart but she didn’t want to stop you either

#ncis x you #ncis ziva #ncis imagine #ncis fanfiction #ncis #ncis fic #ncis x reader #ncis fandom #ziva david #ziva david x reader #Ziva David x you

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serendiquity · 2 years

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Remembrance

Sometimes, when it rained, Heathcliff couldn’t help but think of you. He’d trace the picture framed on his desk, the one that showed the three of you as children, laughing and playing together without a care in the world. It hurt to remember. It pained him to see your smiling face, beaming up at him as if everything was fine again. You were probably an adult now, weren’t you? He wondered if you had accomplished your dream, if you were happy now that you were gone.

He let out a long sigh, slumping down in his seat. What did you look like now? Would you still hold that innocent gleam in your eyes, wearing your emotions on your sleeve? Or had you changed just as he had, becoming quiet and solemn?

The faint scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted in from downstairs, a fond memory of times long past. Heathcliff closed his eyes and allowed himself to remember.

“Shino, stop! You’re doing it wrong. That’s not flour, it’s baking soda!” About the time they had tried to bake, ending up in a mess and a food fight.

“Waaah! “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please calm down! I’ll give you some of my pie!” When he looked out the window to see you crying in the garden with a wide-eyed Shino.

“...” The day you disappeared without a trace. It was funny how his memory worked. Sometimes, he could see that moment with razor-sharp clarity, as if it were happening before his eyes. On others, he could barely remember, mind only managing to create fuzzy silhouettes. Even so, a few things always remained the same.

He imagined himself back then, frozen in the doorway of your empty room. It was bare of everything except for a single resignation letter neatly folded and placed on the bed. His hands trembled as he reached for it, head light with nausea. He opened the letter.

Heathcliff had spent that day locked in his room, staring listlessly at the ceiling. And so it went, day after day, as he listened to his parents argue about him in hushed tones. He couldn’t bring himself to truly care, the same words repeating in his mind like a sickening mantra. Why did you leave? What did he do wrong? What happened?

Tap, tap, tap. Outside his window, something knocked against the glass. Blearily, he stumbled over and slid open the curtains, only to slam them back closed immediately after.

“Heath! Let me in, everyone’s worried about you!” Shino resumed banging on the window, even harder now.

“Go away. I’m fine.” His voice sounded childish and petulant, even to him.

“I’ll break down your window if you don’t.”

A frown.

“... You wouldn’t.”

“Stop.” Thump. “Being.” Thump. “So.” Thump. “Stubborn!” The black-haired youth crashed through the window, tumbling into the room. Then, ignoring his scratches and the screams coming from outside, he proceeded to tell Heathcliff off.

It had been an exceptionally daring act, even for Shino. Both of them ended up scolded for weeks after, and Shino had barely managed to escape punishment. Still, as he thought, he felt warmth welling up inside him, lips unconsciously forming an exasperated smile.

Shino had become furious after he heard his thoughts. “Stop blaming yourself.” It was your fault you left. It was your betrayal, not his. You promised you trusted him, and he’d given you his heart, only to see it thrown at his feet and shattered into dust.

Shino was… so much stronger than him. He had been hurt just as much as Heathcliff had been, but he still stood up straight. Unlike him, who had broken down in tears, Shino had continued on with his duties, protecting Blanchett Castle with an unyielding conviction. He was the only one too weak to let go.

Compared to him, Heathcliff couldn’t help but feel pathetic. He was supposed to be Shino’s master, yet he was always the one being protected. He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to hold the same strength that Shino did, one that would allow him to not be ashamed when standing by his side. One that would make him worthy of Shino’s loyalty, of his respect.

It would take a while, but he had to start somewhere.

He had decided. For Shino’s sake and his. From this point on, he would no longer think of you.

#mhyk #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #promise of wizard #heathcliff #heathcliff blanchett #heathcliff x reader #x reader

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bonnie-barstow-of-flag · 2 years

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WELP: I just had to write this scathing review

This place only got one star because it is a prerequisite to getting this filled out. You enter the lobby, and it's gutted and torn apart in every way possible for construction. The front desk staff said that no one would be working during the weekend. My family and I were there on a Saturday. We witnessed several people walking around with power tools that we highly doubt were fellow guests. We attempted to go up to our rooms, but were repulsed by the reeking stench of sewage. (Which other guests confirmed). Being critically ill, I knew that we could NOT stay in such a vile, unsanitary environment so I urged my family to move. While we were talking to the front desk, a woman walked in with a cat-carrier. This hotel's policy is NO PETS allowed. This lady was clearly trying to sneak her cat past the front desk. When informed, the front desk shrugged and refused to say anything. A member of our party is deathly allergic to cats!!! Their pet policy is an absolute joke and apparently other people know it. The front desk was rude and unhelpful. They were more interested in vaping than helping a stressed-out family find new reservations for a mess they clearly knew was going on. The agent at the front desk pretended to make us reservations at another hotel in the area, ignoring that we could NOT be around pets. She clearly did NOT make them. As such, my family and I spent several hours searching Jacksonville after a 8 hour car ride. I am growing continually disheartened by Courtyard Marriots. We eventually found a better stay in a hotel far cheaper than this one, but a trillion times more clean.

Lobby

This is a picture of the halls ---

#and I'm sitting here like please don't let management kill me for the TRUTH #But like I don't know how to soften the TRUTH #ooc #to be deleted

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unstablekpopsimp · 1 year

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This has been in my drafts for like 5 years (adulting 🙄) anyways enjoy if you want, I can't tell you what to do.

Chanyeol felt tears run down his cheeks. As he stared into the black reflection of the TV, he felt a surge of anger. He threw the remote he had been holding across the room, creating a dent in the wall. “I need to figure my life out. But I know that my future doesn’t include you. I need to focus on what’s important.” Baekhyun had said to him as he began gathering the few things he’d kept in Chanyeol’s dresser.

“What do you need to figure out? We’re graduating this year and we both got accepted to Seoul University. Everything would be perfect; our lives, our stories, everything.” Chanyeol walked over to Baekhyun and took both of his hands, forcing Baekhyun to look up at the giant.

Baekhyun was crying. How could he not? He loves this giant, stupid, sexy boy. That’s why he had to leave, so he could figure it all out and find out if he was wrong.

Baekhyun moves close to Chanyeol, standing on his tip-toes and pressing his lips to Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol let go of Baekhyun’s hands to move them down to Baekhyun’s jean waistband. Baekhyun moves his hands up to Chanyeol’s face, cupping it and placing his fingers in the hairs on Chanyeol’s nape. A tear rolls down Baekhyun’s cheek as his lips move in a familiar way with Chanyeol’s. Chanyeol pulls Baekhyun even closer by his jean belt loops.

When Baekhyun pulls away, Chanyeol wipes his tears away with his thumb softly. Baekhyun reaches up and grasps his hand. “Don’t leave me. We both know you’re doing the wrong thing.” Chanyeol’s eyes begin to sting with hot tears.

“I don’t know that for sure. I’m sorry. I love you. I really do. But you’re everything I am. I need to be my own person for once. When people see me, they only know me as ‘Chanyeol’s boyfriend.’ How is that fair to me? I want to be known as Baekhyun. I want to know people because I meet them, not because you know them. Please, I just need some time.”

“Fine. Just know that you’re making a mistake.” Chanyeol is infuriated, sad and scared.

Baekhyun finally steps away from Chanyeol and releases his hands, which Chanyeol is hesitant to allow. He feels as if that is the last time he will ever hold Baekhyun again. They say nothing to each other as Baekhyun gets the rest of his belongings. Chanyeol stands up from the bed and slips his shoes on. “I love you.” he says softly before walking out the door and slamming it behind him.

Baekhyun sobs as he grabs one of Chanyeol’s jackets and puts it into his back pack. Finally, he is out of the apartment and an empty feeling rises in his stomach. Wiping his tears, he walks away slowly, taking one last look at apartment number 65.

Chanyeol can’t see or think straight. His mind is a mess, throbbing painfully against his skull. He know’s Baekhyun isn’t coming back. Once Baekhyun made up his mind about something, there was no talking him out of it. This revelation made Chanyeol cry harder. He laid against the headboard he’d taken Baekhyun against just hours ago.

A picture of sweaty, writhing Baekhyun entered his mind and he tried to push the thought away. “It’s over.” he breathed.

He looked at the clock and found himself shocked that it was already two in the morning. He shook his head and climbed under the covers, teary eyed, with his jeans and shoes still on.

Chanyeol was resting his head in his arms on his desk. His friends ignored him, knowing he would snap at them. They all knew there was no comforting him, but they didn’t bother keeping their voices down. “Can you believe it? Baekhyun cried and broke it off right after sex. Like who does that? If Luhan did that to me, I’d be worse than Chanyeol.” Xiumin, the oldest of all of them said.

Chanyeol agreed with him. Who does that? His friends became extremely quiet. Chanyeol lifted his head to see Byun Baekhyun standing next to his desk. “Are you okay?” he asks Chanyeol.

Chanyeol shook his head. The sight of Chanyeol made Baekhyun’s heart heavy. He felt tears begin to form, and quickly blinked them back. I’m doing the right thing he thought. Chanyeol looks like he’d been up all night, crying, yelling, and playing his drums out of frustration.

It was exactly what Chanyeol had been doing. He had too many nightmares so sleep was not an option. Usually, he would curl up against warm, fragile Baekhyun, who would then play with his hair and entangle their limbs together while Baekhyun kissed Chanyeol’s skin softly.

“I’m sorry.” was all Baekhyun could manage to say without breaking out in sobs.

Baekhyun had a similar night, tossing and turning for hours while crying. Their friends were watching the two with disapproval. They all knew this was not something that anyone would benefit from.

It took everything Baekhyun had to not sit in Chanyeol’s lap, kiss him, and apologize chaotically.

The bell rang and Baekhyun took his seat at his desk, next to Chanyeol’s. As the teacher began class, Chanyeol and Baekhyun were grateful to have something take their thoughts away from each other.

#exo #chanyeol #baekhyun #baekyeol #breakup #exo k #exo l #exo m #relationships #ranboo #gay #lgbtq #kpop #bts #jungkook

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husbandohunter · 3 years

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A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter.

• Its payback time Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!"

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now.

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed). He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture).

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique.

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all.

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