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haikyuufanficwriting · 4 months

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Chapter 9: Yamaguchi

Prompt: Reader and (Character) are best friends, that turns into a relationship Character: Yamaguchi

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Yamaguchi didn’t have many friends back in elementary school. Hell, who was he kidding, he didn’t have any friends back in elementary school. Being a small, light-hearted boy who cried a little too easily made him the perfect target for all types of teasing and bullying to occur. He had learned to avoid confrontation for the most part, to keep his head down and try his best to be invisible, but there were some days where no amount of quietness or lunch money could satisfy the bullies of his class.

Like the day that everything changed for the better.

Yamaguchi doesn’t remember what caused the altercation, only remembering being told he was weak and having his classmates throwing their bags at him. He remembers being the verge of tears, barely about to escape the threshold and onto his cheeks, when he sees you.

One of people who would go to change his life.

He remembers how you looked running towards them, wearing a poka-dot shirt, jean skirt with matching rainboots. He remembers the look of outrage and determination in your eyes, chest puffing up as you marched towards them. The memory was so vivid to Yamaguchi that he could even remember the different colours of the beaded bracelets you wore on your wrist, knowing now that they’re still your favourite colors to this day.

You make your way towards the group, only huffing slightly when you reach them. You hold your face high march up to the main one of the three bullies.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is loud and commanding, with no fear or hesitation. An extremely powerful voice, which even leads the bully to pause in shock slightly, not being able to get a comeback right away.

“W-why do you care? It’s none of your business!”

“Really now? Well I decided to make it my business when I saw you push him to the ground!” You yell, pointing at Yamaguchi now, who was staring at you in clear amazement. How did you manage to not be fearful? Did you not see how much bigger he was than you? Did you even care?

Suddenly you go near Yamaguchi and pick up the bag the bully threw at him, taking it and throwing it right back at him, hard enough to make him fall onto the ground. The other two kids flinch back, giving you a look of clear surprise. Yamaguchi was as well.

“And by the way, carry your own bag! You could use the muscle anyways!” The bully flushes at the last comment and goes to stand up.

“You’re such a-” His words die right in his throat, as he sees an extremely tall boy approach behind you, staring at him with eyes that read ‘I dare you to finish that sentence.’ That boy would be the second person to change his life forever. The bully’s eyes widen with clear fear, to which the taller boy smirks.

“Bullying a boy that can’t fight back and now a girl? How lame.” You turn back in surprise, clearly not even realizing he was there.

“Kei-kun!”

The bully gets up and grabs his bag, taking a stand for himself. Yamaguchi hears his friend whisper, “Dude, don’t! I heard he’s a fifth year!”, to which the other one responds, “That’s not true! He’s in the same year as us!” Getting mixed information from his friends and with the aura of intimidation from both you and him, the bully decides to grit his teeth, call his friends and walk away. It’s silent between the three of you as you all watch the bullies walk away.

Once they’re out of view, you go to Yamaguchi and extend your hand.

“Need a little help?” He looks at your face to see the most genuine and gentle smile he’s seen on a person ever. Your voice switched from scary to kind in an instant, and Yamaguchi couldn’t stop the blush that formed on his face even if he tried.

“Y-yeah.” He grabs your hand, which is soft and warm as he picks himself up. During the entire exchange, the taller boy from earlier just watches, not saying a word. Yamaguchi’s eyes are torn away from him once he sees you searching his face.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” You ask, worry entering your tone, to which Yamaguchi just shakes his head, to nervous to say anything. He didn’t realize it then, but his heart felt heavy when he saw your face turn a little frightened. Now, he’d do anything to prevent that from happening. With his confirmation that he was uninjured, relief flooded your face, and removed the sudden heaviness from his heart. Seeing your face filled with any kind of positive emotion, Yamaguchi would find out later on, would make him feel impossibly lighter.

“Good. You know people like those jerks only hurt others who seem weak because their weak on the inside. People like me and Kei-kun aren’t going to always be around, so you need to learn how to be strong and stand up for yourself. Alright?” You ramble, to which he just nods dumbly, not thinking of anything better to say. Thinking about it now, he would’ve never expected for those words of encouragement to be held so close to his heart. You gave him another kind smile, which makes his heart flutter.

“(Name). Let’s go.” The tall boy says tiredly, to which you roll your eyes. You give Yamaguchi a teasing smile and a little wave, saying a quick ‘Bye-bye!’ before catching up the boy who had already started walking. Leaving Yamaguchi alone in the park.

He remembers feeling guilty that he never got to thank them that day, but fortunate for him, fate would allow him to bump into both of them the very next day.

Yamaguchi remembers being shocked when he saw the boy accompanying you that day walk into the gym. He had honestly came to the gym on a whim that day. He had wanted to try out a sport, and since most sports had a lot of scary guys in his opinion, volleyball seemed to be the best option.

Yamaguchi’s thoughts were so jumbled between what do or say he remembers meekly calling out to the extremely tall boy (Yamaguchi had never truly realized just how tall he was) and stuttering out an grateful thanks, to which the blonde boy just tilted his head in confusion.

“Do I know you?” Only four words and he had managed to break whatever confidence Yamaguchi had festered.

“Um- ah. The-the other d-day, at the p-park-” The indifferent and quite honestly bored look the boy was giving him only made him more nervous, and Yamaguchi would’ve gone on forever, had you not come over from somewhere inside the gym.

“Kei-kun, who are you talking-” Your eyes turn from the blonde to Yamaguchi, and your eyes widen in realization, before breaking out into the biggest smile he’s seen on a person.

Yamaguchi swore that day you might’ve given him a permanent heart condition.

“Oh my God, it’s you!” You jump from the gym floor to right in front of the now blushing boy, getting so close Yamaguchi could smell you. You smell of coconuts, and while back then the thought made him incredibly nervous, now the smell only brought comfort and warmth (Though it still did make his heart beat a million times a minute).

“(Name), you know him?” The tall boy asks, still confused. You just tsk, and smack his arm, as if to discipline him. Yamaguchi was surprised at your immunity to his intimidating aura. Hell, he still is surprised.

To this day you’re the only one he knows that can bite back at that tall blonde boy and render him silent.

“Kei-kun don’t be rude! He’s the boy from yesterday!” The blonde scowls at you, but doesn’t say anything, turning away from the both you, but you don’t even notice as you gasp and look to Yamaguchi in a sudden panic.

“Wait! We don’t even know your name! Sorry for not asking earlier!” You give a quick bow in apology, to which Yamaguchi quickly tries to calm your worries.

“I-its not a problem. I’m Yamaguchi Tadashi.” At his response, your emotions flip like a switch, going from distraught to excited in a second.

“Nice to meet you, Tada-chan!” Yamaguchi blinks.

Tada… chan? He had never been given a nickname before, let alone from a girl. It was almost embarrassing how much he liked it.

“I’m (Name)! And this meanie is Tsukishima Kei!” You point to Tsukishima, who is now back to scowling at you and flicking your ear in the process, to which you let out a pained whine.

“Don’t call me that.” You pout before huffing and rubbing your ear.

“I’ll change the name when you change your attitude.” You retort, sticking your tongue out as well, to which Tsukishima rolls his eyes. Yamaguchi stands by and watches the exchange, to which he is simply enthralled by your presence. Your total unwavering confidence was outstanding to him in so many ways, he couldn’t even begin to describe it.

“Anyways,” You emphasize, turning your attention away from Tsukishima, “What brings you here, Tada-chan?” Before Yamaguchi can even answer, you gasp again, eyes lighting up in excitement.

Yamaguchi would also learn that day, that you were, very, very talkative.

“Are you joining the volleyball club? That’s it isn’t it?” Tsukishima rubs the bridge of his nose. “Let him speak, (Name).” For the first time, Yamaguchi sees you become bashful, which Yamaguchi knows now it doesn’t happen very often, but is glad he got to see it back then. Watching the rose dust across your cheeks, you rubbing the back of your neck in embarrassment.

It was cute.

“Ah, sorry.” You give a smile in consolation to your chattiness. Your smile causes Yamaguchi to stare at his fingers, your undivided attention being too much for him.

“You’re right, though. I figured I would try out volleyball, since all the other sports have such scary looking guys.” Yamaguchi explains, and sees you and Tsukishima share a look, to this day he couldn’t tell what it was about. His best guess is pity, but knowing you two, it was unlikely. You turn to him again, with the smile on your face that refused to go away.

“While whatever the reason is, I’m happy it got you here. It’s a great sport!” You boast, and by the look in your eyes, Yamaguchi could definitely tell that you weren’t kidding in the slightest. Your expression only filled with passion.

“Do you play?” Yamaguchi found himself asking. He’s not entirely sure why it mattered to him or not, but with something who looked like they enjoyed the sport, he was curious. You give him a lighthearted shake of the head.

“Nope! I absolutely do not have the athletic abilities to play!” How you managed to still sound so happy was beyond Yamaguchi. Another thing that would lead him to be enthralled by you.

“You don’t have the height either.” Tsukishima adds slyly, making you turn and say a quick ‘Rude!’. You ignore the blondes’ snickers, turning back to Yamaguchi.

“I like helping around the gym and watching the practices, so if you join, you’ll be seeing a lot of me!” While you didn’t mean to make it more of an incentive to join, you certainly made it more appealing to Yamaguchi. “And I really think you should! I bet you’ll be great at it! Right, Kei-kun?” You playfully nudge Tsukishima, to which he stares at you with pure disgust in his eyes, after a bit of stare down between you two, he sighs heavily.

“Sure.” You let out a small chuckle. The sound was like music to Yamaguchi’s ears.

“You should be a motivational speaker, Kei-kun. You’d inspire millions.” You smirk at the blonde, but he doesn’t give you a reaction and walks away, going to stretch. You let out another chuckle, going to follow him, when you turn to Yamaguchi, giving him a look of pure playfulness. He heart stops for a good second.

“Aren’t you coming, Tada-chan? Don’t tell me I didn’t convince you?” You extend your hand to him for the second time, and it brings on a heavier blush to form on his freckled checks.

“Y-yeah.” He takes your hand as you bring him into the gym.

And just like that, Yamaguchi had found his two best friends. Though he would consider both of you to be the people closest to him, but the relationship between you and Yamaguchi would only bloom and shift to a different direction the longer you knew each other. Little did he know then, that when both of you would reach your third year of high school, it would become something entirely new and different. Something he had dreamed of since the day he’d met you. That impossibly confident and chatty girl.

Well, all he could say now is that it would definitely be worth the wait.

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lilaccoffin · 3 months

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I'd write about Vanilla's POV of everything but like...actually maybe I will. I got nothing else to do tonight.

This one I will try to keep brief to the best of my abilities.

He's completely over the moon infatuated with Chai. It comes across as romantic at times, but Vanilla is mostly infatuated in a platonic sense. Or he thinks he is. He doesn't really know what's going on with his feelings towards Chai. He just knows that he likes talking to him about music and is happy to have a friend who is so enthusiastic about something he's so passionate about.

Even if Chai is kinda bullshitting some things when he doesn't know what Vani is talking about, Vanilla doesn't notice and just focuses on Chai telling him how certain songs make him feel and how he wants to be a rockstar. Even though Vanilla puts Chai on a pedestal, he still has some moments where he raises a brow at Chai. Like one time when they were talking about why they wanted to be rockstars and Chai said for the fame. Vanilla thinks its a SUPER LAME response but when Chai goes into it a little more it clicks in his head that Chai's probably been lonely...being a rockstar feels like a nice way to get rid of that feeling. So he eases up on his previous judgement.

Let's see, what else. Vanilla feels less...well lesser when he's around Chai. For the longest time he kind of hated his ice powers because his are the weakest of his family and so he rarely ever used them except for menial things. He helped cool up a drink of Chai's during a hot day and Chai thought it was cool as fuck. Seeing him hype that up made Vani feel less bad about his weak powers. At least someone found them impressive! In general, Chai doesn't care about things being perfect and that also creates an energy that makes Vani feel calmer. Chai can laugh when something goes wrong, he doesn't sweat it. It's nice...sometimes! Not so nice when it comes to grades and important stuff, but it helps Vani feel grounded when he worries about being perfect thanks to his folks.

He also really admires Chai's ability to keep his cool in stressful situations. He wishes he could completely adopt Chai's laid back nature, but his anxiety over school does not let him slack too much....at least when Chai's around he can relax, though! He can kick back and laugh and joke around and be a little mischievous. However, he hates Chai's laziness...he doesn't yell at him about it the way Peppermint does in the future, but he does beg him to try a little more.

When Chai starts to act a little meaner around Vani, he doesn't take it too hard because he has this positive view of Chai and just chalks it up to him playing around (when he makes snide remarks) or being busy (when he ditches him). Still, even if Vani thinks the world of Chai and thinks he's a good person, he can definitely agree when it comes to saying he's hard-headed and stubborn. But Vani's also very patient with him so Chai gets some leeway with his flaws.

He's bitter with Chai after what happens between them on their snacking roof, but he still has that part of him that yearns to have been in a band together. He still wants to talk to him and go back to how things were some days...but he's also still pretty pissed about everything. He just wants to whip him around a bit...or a lot...

He's relieved in the end when Chai tells him the truth about everything...but he's also so sad that Chai felt that he was holding him back and that he wasn't good enough to be Vani's friend...when Vani thought the world of him. He always thought he was enough. He didn't care if Chai didn't know everything about music because the point was to have fun, be creative, and be free together! (cheeeesy) That and, well, he feels bad for how pushy he could be about Chai's grades and stuff...because even though Vani himself did well and got As and everything...he didn't get what he wanted in the end. Vanilla didn't get his own band, he didn't get to create with people he had fun with, he was just the guy who wrote songs and got some constructive feedback on them, but he was mostly alone when he wrote. Chai though? He was able to fulfill himself with friends and he's happy! He didn't need good grades to achieve that. It gives Vani hope again after they reconcile. Vani also apologizes for being so clingy and not standing up for Chai more. He should have supported him in sticking it to their professors and he should have done a better job of telling his friends to cool it, too. He definitely arranges a hang out with them and tells them how wrong they all were about Chai and they feel like assholes for it. At least the next time Chai sees them they'll be apologetic and kind to him.

So yeah, like, Vani was really upset during the events leading up to Chai telling him the truth about everything, but man! He's so glad after...and he accepts that maybe some of his feelings for Chai were/are more than platonic. Especially when Chai's been flirting with him so much...Some of their fights were hard to focus on because of that boy's flirty quips and his big brown eyes looking at him.

#vanichai #iced tea #vanilla

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moontyuns · 1 year

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words count: 651 pairing: Yeonjun x gn!reader (ft. brother! Wooyoung) genre: angst, a pinch of fluff, unrequited love

song rec.: Hideyuki Fukasawa - Ocean of Memories

a/n: re-uploading works from my old acc, so don't be surprised if you might already see it. :>

You sat on the table, leaning onto your right hand, your mind was elsewhere while you were fixated on one certain boy sitting before you and talking to your brother - Choi Yeonjun. You knew him since forever cause he is your brother's best friend who happened to come over to your house almost every day after school. But he is not only your brother's friend but yours too. He is always kind and nice to you, sometimes helping you with something, especially related to the study cause he is quite smart and has high grades as far as you know from your brother, Wooyoung.

Yeonjun mostly came to your house to hang out with your brother, but there are those rare moments when he shows up abruptly at times when your brother isn't home yet and you keep him company for a while. You always think about these moments as the best ones, because you have that alone time where you can talk to the boy about anything and enjoy his presence. You can look at his sunny smile and hear his boisterous laugh when you said some lame joke and keep it in your memory to remember when you have bad days.

Being in his presence always felt warm like you are sitting under the spring sunshine. Yeonjun comforted you a few times when you had rough days at school. He wiped your tears with his soft hands and told you some stupid stuff that makes you laugh through the tears and then gives you hugs to calm you down.

However, as time went by you noticed that he rarely came over to your brother. At first, it's just 2-3 times a week, then once in two weeks, and then two or three times a month. You wondered why he suddenly stopped spending his time here, you even asked Wooyoung about the reason, but he just shrugged and said that Yeonjun is busy with his study at university or something like that.

And now you begin to treasure these moments when the boy appears on your front porch. At these times you felt like a little child on Christmas seeing their desired gift under the Christmas tree. You missed him a lot, you missed his soft smile, you missed his loud laugh, you missed his eyes that were full of warmth, you missed your small talks and his occasional jokes, you missed everything.

And now the three of you are sitting in your kitchen and you can't stop staring at the boy who sits in front of you. You want to remember every little thing about him until you see him next time. However, you haven't prepared for what's waiting for you this evening.

You heard the notification ding through the room and Yeonjun picked up his phone to check it, you saw the soft smile adorning his pretty face. "Guys, I would really want to spend more time with you, but I totally forgot about the date with Minso I have like in an hour, so I guess I should go. See you around!" he smiled, his eyes forming crescent moons. Then he bumps his fist with Wooyoung and half hugs you saying his goodbye.

The time went past you while you were sitting frozen. How come you never know he is dating someone? This question was the only thing that rings through your head. You didn't even feel the hot tears on your cheeks until your brother tapped your shoulder with a worried look on his face, you didn't bother to explain anything as you just stormed past him on the second floor and slapped your door shut. That night you cried yourself to sleep with thoughts that you should get over this stupid pretty boy, even if it would be impossible you should do it possible cause you can't live with that burning aches in your heart.

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dawn-devil-09 · 1 month

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Sims 4 Crazy Legacy Challenge

Hello! This is my Crazy Legacy Challenge. Of course, everything can be changed to suit your gameplay style. I always wanted something more insane than usual legacy challenges so here it is! I'll be trying this out after posting this so some things may not work out. Most of the time, legacy challenges get more chaotic as it goes on but this one starts chaotic and gets slightly less chaotic, though it's still bad!

Too Cool For School (Gen 1)

If you could describe one person as mental, you would be it. You spend most of your young adult-hood running around after your children and forget to focus on yourself. When you get to an adult, you're so fed up with your children that you neglect your youngest, making your oldest take care of them. You then choose to experience life and disappear, moving away from your children in the middle of the night. Your partner and children are then left to wonder, where did they go?

Generation Rules:

Have the Self-absorbed trait and the Super Parent aspiration Have 3+ children (no less) Be unemployed until adulthood or until your oldest is a teenager Make your oldest child take care of most of their siblings Leave to Mount Komorebi when you get to level 2 of the career you're in Complete Aspiration Make your children hate you (using cheats, mods, or continuously arguing with them

How do I do it? (Gen 2)

From a young age, you were the sole caregiver of your siblings. Your dad worked constantly and your mum was too busy focusing on themself. You worked hard in school while also parenting your younger siblings, you found that love had no place in your life and replaced that with looking after those who needed looking after. When you hit adulthood, you decide to settle down with the first man you see when you're in a bar. It turns out he's just like your father. He forces you to leave your job and look after your children. Then, when your oldest child is a child, you settle for divorce. You get custody of the children and forget about love... until...

Generation Rules:

Have the Family Orientated trait and the Big Happy Family aspiration Marry the first sim you see as a young adult Have no more than 2 children Look after your youngest sibling(s) until they're a young adult and be best friends Join the Doctor career but leave when you get married Divorce your husband when your oldest is a child Help your children with their homework and school projects Find love again as an elder, the other person must have at least one child and raise your children together in the end of your life

Happy Story (Gen 3)

Your parent always taught you to be strong and stand up against people who were bad, turning you into an amazing person. They always cared for you and your sibling and they made sure you had everything you wanted. When you got older, you found that no one really took to your liking, no one from the opposite gender anyway. When going to work one day, you find yourself ogling over a person of the same gender. The way they move is just so... pretty! Were you falling for them? No... that would be... crazy? But you like them? And now you realise that you don't feel feminine? What's happening? GOD! It's a crisis!

Generation Rules:

Join the Detective career when you're a young adult (can do university if you like) Try a relationship with someone of the opposite gender but end up breaking up, not without a baby though... Fall in love with a co-worker of the same gender as you (or non-binary or a gender which is not [male/female] depending on your heir's gender) Transition to your opposite gender or non-binary Have another child/children with your new partner through science Have the ambitious trait and the Nerd Brain aspiration Have your family over for dinner at least once a season and for every holiday

Devious Devil (Gen 4)

Your parent was always really lame. They always tried to get you to do your homework, which was just boring to you. You were born to a person who didn't want you so you went to your boring detective parent, like why? You always knew you were loved less than your sibling(s) as your parent always took them places and left you at home. Well you didn't mind, that gave you more time to learn hacking and to get yourself enough money to run away... oh no. You turn out pregnant and alone! Your parent turns you away when you ask for help and now you're truly on your own, no money and no home. How could you come back from this?

Generation Rules:

Join the Tech Guru career straight after you age up Become pregnant as a young adult (a teen if you have mods) Never have a serious relationship, just random hookups that end in a pregnancy Purchase some land with money you got and cheat money to 0 Build a house for you and your baby(s) Cut ties with your parents Give minimal care to your child(children) so they don't get taken but are not your friends

Cautiously In Love (Gen 5)

Your parent never showed their love to you and this cause you to try to rebel, not that they cared. You were mean, mischievous and showed hatred to many of the kids in your school. You only had one friend, someone equally as horrid as you. When you're in high school you start a relationship with that friend, but you are usually too busy being rude to speak to them. Soon, the relationship breaks down. Realising your mistake, you decide to go into what your passionate in, acting. You go to Collage and get your degree. When you get enough money, you adopt a toddler and decide to raise them right, causing them to have all the good traits. When they become a child, a knock sounds on the door... it's them. They apologise for how they were and you apologise for not talking to them. After a while, you become friends.. then more, and after a drunken night you end up with a kid of your own. Deciding you do love each other, you get married while still pregnant and get a house for you and your children to live in, living out your days as a fairytale.

Generation Rules: Have a childhood best friend and become partners as teenagers Break up before you age up Work to get a B in school after the breakup Have the mean trait until you age up to a young adult (change to good) Move to Brichester and do a degree in acting Adopt a toddler after graduating Once toddler is a child, meet childhood friend again Get pregnant before you and friend are together Get married while pregnant Show love to all your children and be active in their lives

Highschool Sweethearts (Gen 6)

When you were young, your parents had the perfect marriage and the perfect life. They'd had some rough times but made it out and this gave you hope. You try your first relationship and they are your first kiss, woohoo and partner. They're perfect, always nice to you and they try their best to juggle school, their part time job and you all at once. When you become a young-adult, you choose to begin a family. Your parents give you money to buy a nice house and you have many beautiful children, all who you love. You spend the rest of your life in pure bliss with your children. Until one of your children becomes pregnant! They're only a teenager and take off running, leaving you with their child. You raise the baby as you're own... it's complicated though.

Generation Rules:

Be with your highschool partner until you die, never cheat or divorce them Have all your children with the same person Have 4+ children Have one of your children (not youngest) become pregnant as a teenager and flee Raise your grandchild as your own Complete the Successful Lineage aspiration

How Perfect is Too Perfect (Gen 7)

You've tried many times to have as perfect a relationship as your parents to no luck. You try dating other genders, ages and still nothing. All you have to show for it is a child and a dog, both of which you really did not want. You join a job you don't like to support your family and live in the city, far away from where you'd want. When you become an adult, you start to write books about your experience, reaching more people that you originally thought possible. You find others in a similar situation to you and quit your career to do full-time writing. You move to Sulani with your child and now you're taking the dog on daily walks! You begin to enjoy life again, but is it too late for your child?

Generation Rules:

Have the Best Selling Author aspiration and the gloomy trait until you're an adult Live in the city until you're an adult and move to sulani Be in the business career until you reach level 4 then begin selling books Publish 2 excellent books before quitting your job Have a child with a random person (only one) Never have a long-term relationship, spend more time practically depressed

Lonely Sim (Gen 8)

You've always been a loner. Even when you were a child you focused more on your grades and skills than friendship and you only have a few real friends. When you're in highschool, you graduate early and start Collage. You get a degree in Law and want to become a judge. It takes hard work and you sacrifice yourself but finally you make it... but you're already an adult. You find yourself yearning for a child, so you have a science baby by yourself. They're perfect and you spoil them with all the extra money you've acquired. You stay alone with just you, your child and the cat you got for at least some company. You hope you're nothing like your mother, you and your child are best friends!

Generation Rules: Have the Loner trait Have A's as a child and a teenager as well as an extracurricular activity Graduate early from high school and go into Collage Become a Judge and when you start earning a lot of money have a science baby as an adult Spoil your child with everything they want and influence them to do homework and school projects

Happily ever... oh no (Gen 9)

You are a MESS! You jump around from sim to sim, job to job and place to place. You have multiple children, all with different parents. Your friends and your children think you're insane, you are. You finally find the perfect person, marry them, have 2 beautiful children with them and then... cheat on them. Why? You have no idea. All you know is your now pregnant. Do you tell your partner the truth or make them raise the baby as their own?

Generation Rules:

Have 2 children, both with different people Have 4+ jobs, all that you don't get past level 4 before quitting Move every season Have the noncommittal trait Find someone who you love a lot and have 2 children with them, marry them Cheat on them and become pregnant (Optional) Tell your partner about the baby (STILL STAY TOGETHER) or keep it a secret and let them raise it as if it's theirs

Messy Jessie (Gen 10)

You are a mess. Your parent told you when you were old enough that the parent you thought was yours wasn't your parent. You spiral... what the hell? How could your parent do this to you! You spend your teen years confused, trying to find your biological parent. You end up just asking your parent and they reluctantly agree. You meet your biological parent and realise they're the sweetest person ever. You also realise you have a step-parent and half-siblings! Who knew? Your parent is an elder, which saddens you as they die shortly after you meet them. Your half-sibling's partner then starts making flirty encounters with you. One day, you're at their house and you get rather drunk. A few days later you feel sick and suddenly, you're pregnant! It's chaos as you scramble to move from your small apartment to a proper house. You try to be an amazing single parent until your child is a teenager. You then pass away, unfortunately... leaving your teenage child alone in a house where they have to look after it.

Generation Rules:

Talk to your biological parent as a teenager and find out they have a family Be seduced while at a family function by your half-siblings partner End up pregnant (don't do a pregnancy test) Go from your small apartment to a full house Teach your child responsibility Die before your child becomes a young adult, leaving everything to them

Crazy Cat Sim (Gen 11) [optional]

As you get older, the prospect of children becomes more and more unlikely. You acquire more and more cats until your household is full of cats. You scare off any respective friend and you become attached to your cats. When one dies, you replace it with another. The cats are your family, your children. One of your cats never seems to die? That's odd. Maybe someone is slipping them an age down treat, either way you're not fussed. You and your cats live out your days in your cosy cottage.

Generation Rules:

Must have 7 cats at all times Never marry or have children Live in a cottage Live alone Friend of the Animals aspiration Knitting skill max

Crazy Dog Sim [Gen 11) [Optional]

With age, dogs become your whole life. Dog memorabilia, dog jumpers, dog anything! You fill your house with dogs and anything to do with dogs. A tiny space can fit so much! Some dogs poo out rainbow poos! Every time a dog dies you replace it, until you die. You're then buried with your dogs, what a great way to die!

Generation Rules:

Must have 7 dogs at once Never marry or have children Live in a tiny home Live alone Friend of the Animals aspiration Cross Stitching skill max

Science is my jam! (Gen 11) [Optional]

You focus on your studies and end up in a relationship with your colleague. After a while, you and your partner try for a baby but find out you're infertile. That's okay, you can adopt... oh? Your partner confesses they don't want to adopt and wants biological children. They file for divorce and you're left confused and alone. You decide to focus on your work instead of the negative. After spending so much time alone, you get used to it and the want for children disappears. You focus on your work and become a workaholic. Your mental health is permanently damaged and... well it's not good to bring a child up like that anyway. Maybe you're better off alone?

Generation Rules:

Marry your soulmate Try for a baby but find out you're infertile Have your partner file for divorce due to the fertility Throw yourself into your work (scientist) Die alone in a large house (Optional) Get the Workaholic Lifestyle

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Teen! Bubba, Chucky and Freddy x Reader || Oneshot

Title: Y/N and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night

Notes:

This is a rewrite of a very cracky-y fic! I was never happy with how I wrote this shot- I found Chucky was too brooding and Freddy was lame (Though I was happy with how the Sawyer's worked out ^^ I love those brothers so much), and I have had plans for second and third instalment's for forever that I still wanna make, so here! Take #2.

I'm gonna delete the original *cough* Sorry if you liked it, but this one is way better! Basically the exact same stuff happens, its just mercilessly edited and is a lot smoother, plus the characters are more realistic *cough* less cringe *cough*.

The characters still aren't totally right, ya know, mostly cuz they are in totally different settings then they usually are- Freddy especially. But, trust me, in the next part he will become much more the character we love to hate and it'll be great XD Haha.

Plot: At a party you didn’t want to go to, you lose sight of your best friend Freddy, help out a nervous boy called Bubba, annnnd there’s also neighbourhood terror Charles Lee Ray, there. The whole night is dramatic and mildly traumatising (Mistakes were made), but there were perks too.

Warnings: Mentions of vomit and pee, mentions of physical abuse, sexual assault (Freddy forces a kiss on you but it doesn't go any further then that), cursing, and just sexual references. Its the basic chaotic teen movie house party.

FRIDAY NIGHT

As soon as I walked in here, I knew it was time to go home. Everyone was drinking, my only friend abandoned me the second we stepped over the threshold, and to top it all off I think I saw a rat. A RAT.

This was a mistake from the get-go, from the very idea. My shoulder devil betrayed me and I shouldn't be surprised but I am shocked.

So then I turned around to leave, get the hell out of dodge you might say, but two face-suckers I recognised vaguely as David 'Spit Ball' Brown and Erica 'No Self Respect' Banks from Bio, set up shop right in the doorway, and when I attempted to - painfully awkwardly, - ask if I could get just past them quickly... I got ignored.

Now, after 3 hours of this mess that the world so innocently calls a ‘house party’, when its clearly societies half assed attempt at absolute chaos... I am still here. Yep, that's all. I'm, still, here. And I'm very uncomfortable. Why couldn’t I be a 'party animal'? Or even remotely comfortable in this kind of setting? I'd love to be having fun but I just feel like an endangered loaf; Sitting here in the corner atop the kitchen bench, hidden away by some open cabinet doors but still hazardously close to all these drunkards and their inhibitions. I found this semi-safe place when I decided to just stand by and wait for things to die down a bit so I can leave, but I'm now just starting to figure that my chances of that happening, are... slim. As its 12.30- on a school night.

I’ve seen literally 3 kids throw up on the floor and 4 injuries. I also saw Freddy - the friend that abandoned me, - with a cup of something brown in his hand, -. I considered getting his help, but he was... uhh... busy... and a good wing-friend, unfortunately, would never fuck chances like that up for him.

I also glimpsed the town's local nomad - no one knows where he lives, or if he even goes to our school, but everyone knows who he is and that he is the one behind that one time our school shut down for a week due to bug infestation, - , Chucky, in another room brooding, so no one is safe.

Not even a few more minutes pass before another boy, around my age, comes into the kitchen and vomits- into the sink though this time. Then he turns back, looks about with trembling lips, and sinks down to sit on the tiles and hold his tummy. He looks so lonely, my heart hurts. Chewing on my bottom lip, it takes me a good minute to force myself off the bench and from my hiding spot, but I make it over to him, kneel down and tap his shoulder. Quickly, he snaps his head around at attention, and looks at me with cautious, wide, brown eyes.

“Hey, do you wanna go home now?”

If his trembling arms, rested on damp pants depicted anything to me, then its ‘I want to go home’, and he does. He nods sadly, but as if he has no way to get home. Raising a shaky hand, he points at a couple of lanky boys standing in the kitchen doorway, one wearing circular shades and the other a dirty looking green t-shirt. They look a little older than us, collage-aged probably and are definitely having a blast- One of them is saying something about beer pong. “B-B-Brothers.” The word comes out of the boy like its practised, but its still difficult.

Ah. Clearly the younger brother got the fashion sense in the biological line-up; He's wearing a nice button up and slacks, though it looks like someone may have spilt something on his shirt. I frown. “So, they’re your ride home then?” The boy nods, seeming to become more comfortable with me as time passes. To move it along, I give him a reassuring smile and another shoulder pat. “Do you have anyone who can come pick you up?" I pick my phone up out of my back pocket and show him. "I can call them for you.”

His eyes brighten immediately, even though his face doesn’t. He’s clearly had a bad night; Way worse than I have. Also, he’s adorable and pitifully sat on the kitchen floor, so I have to help the poor guy. I smile bigger and get out my phone, handing it to him so he can put in the phone number as I sit down on the tiles beside him, watching the numbers he presses in.

Once he’s done that, he hands it to me again so I can talk, which isn’t surprising, seeing as he had trouble uttering the one word he did give me. I don’t mind- although, I do hope whoever he called is nice. Phone calls are scary. “Hello? I have someone here, uh… “Oh my god, I don’t know his name!! “He, he… uh… wants to get picked up and taken home…?”

“Ah, you work at that chicken joint, then. Was it Nubbins or Chop Top that broke something this time? I'm not paying for it, take it up with them. Or- err- Did Bubba throw up again? I’ll be right over-” A thick, cranky-sounding, southern accented man responds through the phone. I look at the boy with wide eyes, to see he’s watching intently and then poke a finger into my non-listening ear so I can hear the man easier. Chicken joint?

“No, sir, sorry. My names Y/N. One of them feels sick, and we’re at a party at 38 Maple- “

I get cut off, as the man suddenly shouts- “Those dunderheads!!” I jump immediately at the sudden bark coming through the receiver. Oh god! He’s mad. He's very, very mad. Peaking at the boy again, whose name is apparently either ’Chop Top’, ‘Nubbins’ or ‘Bubba’, I catch a very nervous look on his face and he twiddles his thumbs and looks away from me finally. “I knew they’d go to that damn party! Why did I trust them?? Why?? And with Bubba, as well. Those SHITS!”

“S-Sir,” I try to intervene, to actually get the boy some help like I intended, and also make him stop yelling because its terrifying and my ear is starting to hurt.

“I’ll be right there, I will. Thank you for calling.” Then the line goes abruptly dead and I drop my phone hand into my lap, taking my finger out of my ear too. Smacking my lips awkwardly, I turn to the boy, and after a moment, mouth ‘Bubba?’ and tilt my head, look curious. He nods, so that’s his name. At least something good came out of that traumatic phone call with that insane man.

“Uhh, whoever that was- your father?” Bubba shakes his head. “Uncle?” Another head shake. Wait- “Brother?” He nods. That guy sounded 80 years old!! “Your brother is coming to get you. He seemed… irritated.”

Bubba lets his head fall forward, and sighs. Smiling and shaking my head, I get up to my feet and offer my hands to him. “Come on, we’ll clean you up a bit and sober you if we can. I think we should stick together; Better in two’s then one’s in this mad place, right?”

Enthusiastically, he nods, and takes my hands but doesn’t put much of his weight on me as I ‘help’ him up to his feet. As we walk through the house looking for a bathroom, because the kitchen sink is still full of his sick, he walks in front of me to part the way since he’s bigger- he’s so sweet! On the way we don’t run into much trouble apart from busy walkways, but the vague scent of pee coming from Bubba seems to get us through. I look around for Freddy while we do, to make sure he hasn’t gotten into trouble or is choking on his own vomit anywhere, because he isn’t the most sensible person, but catch no sight of him.

When we get there, there’s 2 girls with a lighter just turning it on and off and giggling hysterically in there already, but they quickly clear out when we come in- like we’re the fuzz, or something.

I fold and wet some toilet paper, and Bubba wipes himself off, and fixes his attire. I think we get through 3 quarters of the toilet paper roll before Bubba has decided he’s presentable again. I gesture to the deodorants for him, and he picks out a flowery looking perfume to spray himself with. It smells nice.

Then I take a deep breath, drop my hands on his shoulders and glance out the door which is emitting crazy loud music sounds, laughter and shouting, and back at him; A cheeky look of detriment fixed onto my face. “Let’s go. Front door; Here we go. You ready?”

A second of worry crosses his face, then he straightens his round shoulders and turns around. I let go of him and follow along as we head to the front door. This time is a little bit difficult, because Bubba doesn’t smell so much anymore, but his larger then regular - for a teenager, - stature still gets the job mostly done.

When we reach the front door, its wide open and perfectly clear. I think, hazzah! We’re getting outta here! But Bubba suddenly stops in his tracks and I bump right into his back. Momentarily, I panic, because when I paused last time for just a second, the doorway closed up and I ended up was trapped here, but then peer around Bubba’s frame to his face and see he’s chewing worriedly on his fat bottom lip. I look at where he’s looking, next, and see a big food van, and a small, cranky looking man sitting in the front seat- door wide open so he can see the sin properly.

Ah, that must be his brother. Face more then matches the voice. Furrowing my brows at Bubba though, I tilt my head. “Bubba, is it okay? Is he gonna be really mad?”

Bubba turns to me, and nods. I set him with a focused look in return, stern. From what I heard from the big brother guy, he was way more mad at the lanky brothers then at Bubba. He just seemed worried for Bubba. Maybe he needs reminding. “At you, or your brothers?”

Bubba pauses, then sets his shoulders again like before, looking brave, and heads off. I feel a slight aching feeling in me at his going away, because I like him and don’t know whether I’ll see him again, but then he turns around and waives goodbye and I remember I have his big brothers phone number. Smiling nervously back because I’m alone in this place once again, I waive back, slowly inching towards the door myself.

Then a smashing noise alerts me to the left and I catch a vase being knocked over, and also an open bedroom.

Inside, is my missing friend sitting hunched over on the edge of a bed.

“Oh, thank god,” I mutter turning and going for the room instead, enjoying the quiet once I make it in. But also feeling a sudden... deep discomfort, that comes along with it. I try to ignore that as I move further in. “Freddy?” He was looking down at his feet, completely unmoving, but when I spoke, he looked up and for a moment his eyes are unresponsive. But then they focus. Immediately I read the room, and the girl earlier, and drop my smile. Something in me feels really, really wrong. “What happened?”

He immediately gets up and tries to make a storming exit for the door. “Nothing, I’m just sick of this place. Let’s leave.” I panic and shut the door before he can slam it further open and get out, and he reels back slightly, looking unamused at me. He reiterates. “I’m fine.”

Wincing, I feel overwhelming levels of concern for him. And also for me. Because he is mad. “You say that, but a little too much and your face... disagrees... ”

“You don’t like my face either, then?” Freddy snaps, mood dropping to become even worse, and I suddenly think of how bad it could have possibly been compared to this if I had asked Bubba’s older brother for a ride home.

But then Freddy's words sink in.

“What?” An angry look takes over my face and my tone lowers, too. Nearly unbearable panic seizes my chest suddenly, like it always does when I think something’s happened. When your best friend has been bullied his entire life, you develop that kind of reaction to things, even little ones. Or maybe that's just me. “Your face is fine! What are you talking about?? Who told you- what did they tell you? What happened?” Panic surges and I suddenly wouldn’t have any reservations for going out there and hitting someone- they’re all drunk, they probably wouldn’t remember, anyway.

“Ask Leroy, he was there.” Freddy’s voice is dipped in anger, lowered and coming as more of a growl that I've never heard before, and I want to be mad too, but that confuses me.

“Leroy?” I ask, confused. Do I know a Leroy? Lee-roy…

Lee Ray. Charles Lee Ray. Chucky!

I manage to say, “Oh no.”, and a humourless chuckle is the response I get to that. Calming down, I sit down and drag him by the arm down next to me, wanting to comfort him. But Freddy’s never been sentimental, and I can’t just pat his shoulder and smile like I did with Bubba. He just needs to say what’s going on in his head right now. And I need to listen. “What did he do?”

He seems to be stuck on something else, though. “You said my face is fine, what’s fine about it?”

I roll my eyes, and sigh out a deep breath of my relief. He's fine. “Whatever happened, you’re plenty handsome. Don’t fret! Now, I liked that leaving idea, let’s go. Hopefully the coast is still clear- “Suddenly, shockingly, lips are on mine, which is alarming mostly because I have never been kissed??? I don’t- I don’t know- what- I am supposed to- Why is this happening?

And- and his hands are on my waist and he’s really close. I’ve never been this close to anyone before, I’ve never thought of Freddy in this way.

I- I taste lip gloss. I’m not wearing lip gloss. And something else strong, which I imagine is whatever brown liquid was in his cup earlier.

Realising this is too much, that he must be really messed up right now, I turn my head away from him and peel his fingers off of my waist- but they just get tighter. “Freddy- “

The smell of whatever alcohol he ingested envelopes me and its clear he drank a lot of it, so I have to stop him. My voice gets stern, threatening. “Get off.”

“Y/N… “It’s all of a sudden absolutely clear how drunk Freddy is, yes because of the smell that I somehow missed before but now can’t stand, but also the tightness of his grip on me. Not bruising, but not giving either and it’s a shock because I’ve known this boy for forever and he has never acted like this before. There’s a big fat space between telling dirty jokes and this. I’m panicking again, heart hammering in my chest. I knew going to this party was a bad idea! “Nu uh, don’t call me that… call me Daddy.”

Oh my lord. That's almost laughable.

“No!” I exclaim, horrified, and before anything else can happen or he can open his mouth again and traumatise me some more, I get a fist full of his hair and yank him back. The pain of it surprises him and I get up to my feet, letting go and backing away quickly, hands raised in surrender. I shouldn’t have hurt him like that, fuck, I think as I watch him hold his head, groan like he’s waking up, and lean forward, all the weight of his bed and his shoulders on his elbows digging into his knees. But I had to. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“... Don't ask don't tell... ”

I just want to say ‘Oh my god’, over and over again. This is too fucked for me right now, I wish I was still with Bubba. God. I take a deep breath, turn around and leave the room, slamming the door behind me.

Time to really leave- Oh, come on!

David. And Erica.

Again.

They’re back.

Groaning, I turn and head back into the party, looking for a new hiding spot. I’m alone again.

TIME SKIP

10 minutes later, I've found a nice place to hide on an upstairs balcony, the doors to the bedroom its attached to closed and the lights all turned off inside and out. I can see people on the lawn downstairs but its all stoners and they're rather peaceful. I feel comfortable, finally, and sit down on the ground, leaning my head on the wall, breathing in fresh night time air and refreshing myself.

Glancing at my phone, I see its 1.10, now. I hope at least Bubba is snoozing right now. Safe and comfortable is nice, but I’m so tired. I’ve smelt more vomit then a nurse does in a month working in the children’s ward, I’ve done nothing but sit around the whole time and think about my bed which is so not a good Friday Nights use of time, and now I’m in a fight with Freddy.

At least, I think it’s a fight. He was drunk, so I guess it could be a misunderstanding. But it feels terrible, and uncomfortable in a way I've never felt, least of all with him- like a fight.

“Hey,” I’m absolutely sure that ‘hey’ wasn’t meant for me, but I turn anyway to find out because I thought I was the only one on this balcony, and am immediately unnerved to see the hunched, dark figure that is Charles Lee Ray slipping onto the balcony and closing the door back behind himself. And he’s looking right at me.

Could this night get any more convoluted??

“… hi.”

“So, are you going for a clown look or is that, an accident?” It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when I do my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. What? He takes his thumb and brushes under his mouth, then points to me and looks out at the dark street stretched in front of the balcony; Apparently not really caring.

I wipe under my lips cluelessly with my own thumb- before remembering the purple-ish lipstick I put on for the night that’s probably smothered under my probably swollen bottom lip. My eyes blow open wide. “Ah!” Hurriedly, I get up, searching my pockets and finding the toilet paper that I stashed away in case I got a stuffy nose when Bubba and I were in the bathroom, and clean up the mess blindly, cheeks bright red. I didn’t even think of that after the kiss!! “All gone?” I then ask Chucky, hesitantly with my eyes still open wide and round. Just so I don’t look like a moron for the rest of the night; Certainly not, in any attempt to make conversation with him.

He holds up a thumb to tell me its all good, and my shoulders start to relax. While I try to calm down from that mortifying little highlight, Chucky crosses the balcony to stand beside me, looking out to the street.

He has a very nice profile.

And he’s more brooding then I thought- And I did think he would be quite brooding.

After a second, I feel like I feel kind of out-of-place, like I'm not supposed to be here despite claiming the territory first, so I move to leave the balcony - hoping Erica and David have had their fill for the night each other’s faces, and I can finally leave, - but before I get anywhere, Chucky turns around and catches me looking around like a lost child, and laughs. “Oh, I don’t mean to run you off, cutie pie, but this is prime fucken real estate here. I’m good with sharing if you are, though- " He cuts off, and pale blue eyes leer over my form in a way that makes me cross my arms. "You’re that scrawny ginger’s friend, aren’t you?”

“Uhh… yes.” Cutie pie? Scrawny ginger? Okay… so far, I understand… for now…

Then I remember Freddy mentioning Chucky and my eyebrows furrow down; That protectiveness from before lighting up again. “Why??”

“Oh, you know something. That’s a nasty look on your face, there. No less cute, of course, you’re like a damn puppy dog- but angry.” He gets up from leaning on the balcony, revealing the height difference between me and him. He’s not that much taller than me, being around Freddy’s height, but that’s still enough to make me feel short when he’s looking at me like I’m prey. Which he is.

Then he shrugs and kisses his teeth. “I might deserve it, go ahead and look at me.”

“What did you do??” I ask harshly. 1, Because I don’t like the feeling he’s giving me, talking to me so familiarly about something I don’t know about, and 2. Because I want to know what made Freddy act like he did. He was messed up, and it wasn’t all because of the drink, nor was it his regular level of messed up.

Chucky gives a great sigh, at my question, so deeply in fact that his shoulders raise and drop drastically. He really doesn’t care. That, or he cares and doesn’t want to talk about it, but wants me to think he doesn’t care. “I guess I musta' ran off with his prey, I… “Cleaning out one of his ears yuckily with his finger, he looks thoughtful for a moment. Finishing, he scrapes the stuff off his finger onto the balcony. “I don’t really remember what happened exactly. It was a couple hours ago now, there have been a couple other girls, since.”

You… you’re a deeply offensive person. I think, eyes wide.

“D-different girls?? As-as in- “Oh lord, who am I hanging out with? The STD capital of America? He glances at me, then laughs because my face must be a sight, because I am horrified.

“I didn’t fuck them!” He exclaims, a little too loudly, causing me to look around. Of course, though, no one else is around close enough to hear that and I mentally slap myself for doing it. My heart’s beating way too hard at just that crass, crude sentence. “Your friend, though, he was about t- “

“Nahhhhh, nah, nah! Nah!” I exclaim quickly, also loudly, making a face. I shake my hands at him. No!! Chucky just finds this hilarious and just laughs it up. “I don’t- no. No. I don’t need to know. Thank you… “Although, things are starting to make sense. Freddy's fragile pride was hurt. Ugh.

We lapse into silence once again, this time for a long while. I try to inhale as much fresh air as possible, readying to return to the hellhole that is the party, to get away from this psycho. Then Chucky turns to me a final time, and asks, “Do you want to get out of this place?” and I am completely at his mercy.

“Oh yes please.”

MONDAY

As soon as I walk into sight of the school today, Chucky saddles beside me; Walking silently but like he’s supposed to be there, somehow- I’m sorry, did I adopt you somehow?? How did you even know which way I was coming from? He’s so scary. “Um- hello?”

Since Friday, when he helped me climb down from the balcony and then just walked off, relieving me severely from his presence, I’ve thought about him probably the least out of everything that happened at the party. Yes, he’s a bad boy and he’s handsome and we talked, but really, he didn’t say much that made me desire to spend any more time with him. I do want to hang out with Bubba some more, and I need to see Freddy at some point.

Chucky is the least of my concerns.

“Good morning?” He asks in mock politeness, a cheerful, rueful grin on his face. For a moment I'm speechless, because I’m rendered stupid by his smile, because I don’t know what it means, because he makes me nervous. And for good reason. Am I his next victim- or flavour? I don’t know if I want to be either one of those things. So, instead of looking at him anymore, I look away and around- for Bubba.

He phoned me last night. Oh- well- one of the other boys, Nubbins, called me, asked me for my email so Bubba could email me. He also asked what I looked like, which I responded with ‘Small’, just to see what he might say, and he said, ‘That’s awesome’; Which I’m concerned about.

But anyway, Bubba said in his first email that he goes to our school, and I’m just wondering how I never noticed him! But, then again, he was only noticeable last night because of the pee on his pants and the sink vomiting. So maybe he’s just a bit of a wallflower. So am I - the only reason Chucky recognised me was because of Freddy... who does not have the greatest reputation, either, - , so that's perfectly fine. I know him now, don't I?

Still, even if I did find Bubba immediately, I have to respond to Chucky. He likely wont leave, if I don't. “Pretty good, thank you.” Something in me clenches uncomfortably, at that response. I don’t particularly want Chucky around, because wherever he goes he seems to take chaos with him, but there is a wannabe-follower part of me that wants him to like me. I mean, he is scary. But he’s also really cool. And that clipped response from me was so dull, I thought for a split second that he might just up and leave, immediately.

So, I turn back to him, seeing he’s still watching me with a small, amused grin for some reason - don’t know why he would be amused. I’d like him to stop being amused at me, unless he quickly takes to telling me every evil plan that’s on his mind, so I know I’m not the object of any, - , and flash him a toothless grin. “Do you see a van with the words ‘Chilli Champion’ stamped on the side? That’s my friend.”

Chucky blinks, but is no less amused by me. “Your friend’s a chill champion?”

“No, his brother is. 2 times, in fact.” Yeah, and Chop top’s a DJ and Nubbins is a photographer. Also, Bubba said something about head cheese and not to look it up on google, in reference to Nubbins who just seems to get increasingly more concerning. Both because of the unnerving phone call, and because of the mysterious and sickeningly named... 'head cheese'. Yeah, though, Bubba wrote a really long email about him and his family and their history. I had to take a snack break in the middle, but it was cute.

“Okay, uhh… “Chucky stops me from walking by tugging on my school bag slung over my shoulder, and stands unreasonably close to me - at least, I think its unreasonable. I only hang out with one boy. One person, really. Not counting family. So my frame of reference is pretty small, - , take a look around. Instead of standing here thinking about his arm touching mine, I look around too, and the second my eyes land on the familiar truck from Friday, Chucky nods towards it. “There, that it?”

“Yep! Awesome, thanks!” Who cares if I saw it first? He still made the effort for me, and that was nice. I flash him a smile, and step away, gesturing that I’m going to go cross the road to it. “He’s Bubba. I said I would walk the rest of the way to school with him, s-sooo… “My voice trembles, on ‘so’. It does that sometimes, just to fuck me up when I’m doing well, confidence wise. Chucky probably thinks I’m weird now, anyway.

No, wait. Don’t think like that Y/N, we’ve talked about this.

Chucky, luckily - not that I think he would scare Bubba, because his own brothers are frightening, but because I don’t know how they would get along. Mostly because I don’t know how I get along with either of them yet, really, - makes no movement to follow me. In fact, he steps back, shoving one of his hands deeply into his coat and with the other he waves, curtly. “Have a good day then, cutie-pie. I’ll see you around, then.”

“Yep!” And quickly, I turn around and rush off to the van that’s still running. I don’t know why I rushed, I just felt like I had to get out of there, before I embarrassed myself. Quickly, I get to the truck and round it so Chucky can’t see me anymore- I don’t know for sure if he’s watching me, but in case he is I want to keep him from it, so putting the truck between us seems like the best idea. Also, Bubba is on this side.

He sees me and immediately brightens, smiling and waving. His cheerfulness is totally infectious, so I can’t help but grin widely back. As he hops out of the truck, I wave quickly at Drayton, too, to be polite. I mean, he’s only the second scariest male in Bubba’s family, and he did say thank you at the end of our phone call- so I should make an attempt.

He gives me a small, forced, polite smile back that really just looks sour, and a nod before starting up the truck and leaning across Bubbas seat to close the door behind him. Then he peels away from the curb and down the street, and Bubba’s left standing in front of me looking nervous and cute.

I take a deep breath and let it out quickly. Truthfully, I’m nervous too. Probably not for the same reason he is, though, unless Freddy’s been kissing him, too. “So, ready for the day?”

He takes a deep breath as well, and then turns to school. Reaching over, he surprises me by taking my hand, and squeezing it, before letting go. I don’t know whether he picked up on my mood or somehow heard my stomach roll at seeing the scholarly looking building, but I’m grateful.

We start walking.

On the way, we quickly make conversation- me asking him questions and starting all the conversations, of course, but he’s surprisingly easy to communicate with. Very animated; With those thick fingers of his - which, I will admit, are nice. Think I’m weird all you like, but strong looking fingers are attractive, - and brown eyes, and mouth. We 'talk' all the way up to school and to where we part to go to our separate lockers.

Its not the goodbye that separates us, though.

I wish it was. But no, I glance the way I’m going and see Freddy. He’s wearing a raincoat despite the sunny day, and has the hood up. But I’ve seen it before, so I know its him, and I know what that raincoat means. Suddenly, all reservations for seeing him today and any other interests apart from saying a quick, polite goodbye to Bubba go completely away and I rush over. “Freddy?”

“Y/N! Uuh- oh no- “ Frantic suddenly, he looks around as if the courtyard is going to tell him what to do, and I know the panic isn’t over the raincoat because at this point I know that sometimes he’s going to turn up like this, but then I get there and I catch his wide eyes- and the big black welt over the right one. My heart sinks, even though I knew that would be there as soon as I saw the coat.

Well, that. Or a split lip, or a band-aid, or a graze. Sheepishly, Freddy stands there and lets me push back the hoodie and see the black eye in the sunlight. “I might’ve gotten home a little late... ” I should have thought of that. I should have taken him home with me instead. I should have forced coffee down his throat and dragged him home and- God, but I was so mad, and uncomfortable, that- that I didn’t want to- Oh my god. “Anyway, I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you over the weekend, I would’ve- if I could have- “I know. Mr Underwood never would’ve let him leave after a stunt like that. “Uhhh, well I know we needed to discuss the thing. That I... did... ” I watch him tilt his head, pale face awkward.

Looking at him now, I know I’m not mad. And I’m not scared of him. That was the first time he’s ever had that much alcohol - not that I know anything about the effects of liquor, never having had a drink myself, but its pretty well known what the stuff does to people. Especially skinny people with no meat on them. Like Freddy, - and because of what Chucky did to him, and I just want to forget it. Its not how I wanted my first kiss to go, not at all, not even a little bit... but I can forget it.

That's all I want, in fact. To forget it. And to do that, I need him to forget it. Clean slate.

Taking a deep breath, I push back my hair behind my ears, levelling with him. “I know you were drunk, and… Chucky- “

Quicker than I thought possible outside of YA books, Freddy’s blue eyes go impossible dark and for a split second he's no longer the apologetic, awkward boy who has been my best friend. He tilts his head forward, and says firmly. Quietly, but firmly. A bit scarily, actually- “Let’s not talk about him.”

And I know he means ‘ever’, so I shut my mouth. And also look away from his face, because right now he’s way too intense and its overwhelming, and I can’t just look straight into the storm like that. Over his shoulder, my heart sizes at the sight of Chucky, who smirks and disappears behind a building. Christ. Looking quickly back at Freddy, I try to smile. To cheer him up and make the surprisingly scary look on his familiar face, go away. “Can we just forget all about it? And I mean it. All about it- the whole party. I had a terrible time and you're never convincing me to go to another one, you got it?”

"Oh really?" He immediately does a 180 and the left corner of his mouth quirks up, a mischievous grin on his face. "Never? You had that bad a time? I didn't think all of it was so bad... " I smile back at him seeing the improved mood he's sporting... before I realise what that smirk means. Something dirty. And groan. "There were highlights!"

"No. No, never. Ever!" I exclaim, walking off towards our lockers. "I'm only listening to my shoulder angel from now on!- And don't say stuff like that you creep!" His arm slithers into the crook of mine as we walk, and I turn my head to face him.

"Angel? I thought you only had a devil?" Freddy asks, clearly thinking of himself. I flash him a smirk, back.

Then turn to face the way we're headed. "Not anymore!"

"Aw, see now I new the party wasn't all bad... "

"Never again Freddy."

"We'll see."

"No."

"Uhuh."

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nixytea · 2 years

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ROSE-COLOURED BOY (k.sn smau)

➴ — CHAPTER 012

wc: 831

the sun’s rays fell through the windows of the library, glass filtering the cheers from the field downstairs. sitting by the windowsill was a boy with rose-pink hair, nose scrunched up in concentration. his attention was directed towards the book in his hands, lips parting slightly as he mouthed every word his eyes skimmed over.

another boy wearing the same uniform walked in, a fond grin stretched across his rakish yet soft features. “sunoo! are you done yet?”

sunoo peered over the spine of his book, glaring at his best friend. “shush, not so loud, jake. we’re in a library in case you didn’t notice. practice ended early?”

“yep,” jake confirmed, a hint of pride in his voice. “guess who won the practice match today?”

“hmm, i don’t know. wanna tell me?” sunoo quipped, the edge of teasing sarcasm going unnoticed by jake.

“ugh, listen to me sun! the first years were awesome today, i’m so glad we got to recruit them. if we keep this up belift might win nationals again this year! by the way, heeseung, riki and i are going on a convenience store run together. wanna come?” jake’s words came out in a single breath in his excitement, earning a chuckle from sunoo. “hey, then you’re gonna call me to say your sister scolded you for reaching home late again.”

jake shook his head. “not when she finds out i’m with you, mr student council candidate. so let’s go. the sooner we eat, the sooner i get home.” snatching the book from sunoo’s hands, jake picked up both their bags and headed towards the door, ignoring sunoo’s muffled cry of protest.

twenty minutes later, sunoo found himself sitting at an empty counter in a poorly-lit convenience store, chatting with jake and his teammates. the conversation had begun on the topic of school, and was now somehow on the topic of their schoolmates. In other words, gossip.

“no but seriously, i heard yn has a whole lot of secret admirers. even the boys in my year are leaving love letters in her locker,” heeseung pointed out, taking a sip of his yoghurt drink.

jake huffed in response. “our house has way too many boxes of chocolate piling up. i think there’s still some leftovers from last year's valentine’s day.”

“but aren’t half yours?”

“that’s the chocolate. yn’s collection consists of jewellery she refuses to wear. It’s all pretty tacky so i’m not surprised. so yeah, my sister’s more popular than she thinks. her best friends aren’t bothered though.”

from the corner of his eye, sunoo spotted riki waggling his eyebrows meaningfully towards his senior. “what’s it like being popular, huh? out of the millions of confessions you receive, how many have you actually accepted?”

jake visibly floundered, eyes widening as he leaned towards riki. “none! i’m too busy with school to date, you romance-starved child. ask sunoo, he’s got confession letters too.”

“what?! why me?” riki and heeseung’s expectant gazes landed on him, and sunoo couldn’t help the crimson blush dyeing his cheeks. he leaned back, trying to avoid looking them in the eye lest they read him too easily. luckily for sunoo, he wasn’t so much of an open book as jake. “i’m busy with the election campaigning, so i don’t accept confessions,” he offered. to sunoo it sounded like a pretty lame excuse but riki and heeseung were already nodding their heads in agreement.

“such a model student.”

“no, it might be him hiding his crush on someone.”

“excuse me why is that the conclusion of all things-”

“no, no, riki’s got a point,” heeseung mused, an odd look on his face. “don’t tell me…a brother’s best friend trope?! are you in love with sim yn?

“...what.”

“it’s a feasible speculation. jake, your thoughts?” riki pointed his triangular gimbap at jake’s chin, pretending it was a microphone.

“i mean…i don’t know? what do you want me to say? I’m not one of those protective brothers, yn can date whoever she wants.” jake shrugged absently, taking a huge bite out of his food.

the topic finally moved from there, pulling a sigh of relief from sunoo. as the sky grew darker, the boys began to head home, riki and heeseung in one direction, jake and sunoo in the other.

jake nudged his best friend gently, sending goosebumps down sunoo’s arm. “hey, about what they said earlier. you don’t actually like my sister, do you?”

“Uhh…why this all of a sudden?” sunoo’s throat constricted, questions floating in his mind. what was jake thinking? had he been thinking about it since an hour ago?

what if sunoo said yes?

“if you did, i’d trust her with you, you know. just be honest with me.”

sunoo sighed gently, a tired grin on his lip as he shook his head. “don’t think too much, jake. let’s just enjoy the air tonight.” pulling jake into a hug, sunoo held his best friend as they walked home, the night breeze edging them along.

synopsis

since your brother’s sudden death, your life has been turned upside-down. disillusioned from life’s supposed wonders, you just want to stay mad at life. but class president kim sunoo is a living, breathing ray of sunshine - your worst nightmare. luckily for you, he’s not leaving you alone anytime soon.

a/n: a little flashback on sunoo’s end! so...yes this is late i am sorry i am a lazy person but also a perfectionist so i spent hours on this chapter alone what am i doing with my life honestly

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EEK IM READY.

ok i would like to be put in the marauders era and im a slytherin!

im 5'6 and im a fake brunette. she/her and a raging bisexual. if i could characterise myself it would be that im really adventurous and im really impulsive. i act like a child more time than a functional college student (take whatever you want from that) i like tall people ... i love playing sports they're literally my life. but i hate school. i read too much and i play the piano. i speak latin fluently. i listen to too much of the folklore album (sadly) i have two dogs whos names are salad and count. id consider myself a party animal? i like to party a lot when im not busy working two part time jobs. i deadass cant do anything without music. im also in love with 5 celebrities at the moment.

TY TY ILY THANK U FATHERMARTY <3

Okay, first of all, you sound like such a gem. I am so honored to have met you, Penelope! I hope you enjoy this. :)

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Sirius Black

You literally cannot tell me that Sirius would not be in love with you. I feel like he would know who you are because you're a Slytherin, but he really notices you when you laugh. Mostly at your own jokes or impulsive situations you get yourself into. He would be enamored by the fact you seem so unfazed by things around you, being the life of the party where ever you go.

Because you mentioned you are into sports there is no doubt in my mind that you would be a part of the quidditch team, obviously making that tension between the Slytherin Babe and the Gryffindor Heart Throb more prominent. What makes you different though is the fact that you show up to Gryffindor parties -- even when they beat Slytherin.

"Well surprise, surprise, come to crash a party, Penelope?" Sirius asks you the first time you show up for a party. "Well Sirius, judging by the fact this party is quite lame, I don't think I am crashing anything." Your effortless laugh makes Sirius swoon. Whether you just give a slight giggle or a full-on belly laugh, it was a noise of angels to him.

You guys go straight to calling each other by first names, this makes everyone assume you have been friends for years. In a way, without knowing, you both clicked right away. It was written in the cosmos for the two of you to cross paths. Sirius would even tell you this.

Over time, the more Gryffindor parties you attended, the closer you got to Sirius. [People definitely noticed the dynamic between the two of you instantly.] I feel like you both would challenge each other when drinking; who can shotgun faster, who can not blackout, silly things teenagers do when drinking. And by Merlin's Beard, did you give him a run for his money.

One day, after a Gryffindor party, you both were in class hungover contemplating the adventures of the night before. "I think I won that one Nelly," Sirius whispers from behind you. "You will only ever beat me when I am dead Siri." You both laugh together. Nicknames came so naturally between the two of you, it was comfortable in an unexplained way.

Sirius knew he loved you, not just liked but loved. He realized one day when you both skipped Potions to wander the grounds of Hogwarts. You started humming a song that you were learning on piano, and it was so beautiful to him. "Whatcha humming Nelly?" You stop and look at Sirius before laughing, "Well I could show you better than explaining it."

This led to the two of you going back to the Slytherin common room, which was abandoned, and where you found the comfort in familiarity with the piano.

Unknown to you, the song you were humming was by Sirius' favorite artist, Elvis Presley. He was in love with muggle music, something you also were fascinated with. You played the first few cords of Can't Help Falling in Love and Sirius knew right then he would marry you. You messed up one cord, being nervous from how intimate the moment between the two of you was, and tried to laugh it off.

"I could spend every day for the rest of my life listening to you play piano if it meant I would get to be by your side to laugh with you when you make a mistake." The simplicity in the statement but heartfelt emotion conveyed had your head spinning.

From that day, your relationship with Sirius changed. Glances and small smiles were shared between the two of you, innocent enough, but the gazes held more than words could illustrate.

Sirius was falling hard, and part of it scared him, but he wouldn't back down because of this. Little did he know you felt the same way, there was something special between the two of you.

After Hogwarts you busy yourself with work, something you found enjoyment in but also a good distraction. Sirius admired how hard you worked, another thing he realized he loves about you.

Sirius waits at your apartment door one evening, "It is now or never Sirius," He tells himself while pacing. You are surprised to see him to say the least, you guys have kept in contact but you always told yourself "If it is meant to be, then it will be," And with one look at Sirius, you knew it was meant to be.

"Hey Nelly, I was just uh-" Sirius stammers over his words, you smile knowing you are the one to jumble his emotions in this way. "Spit it out Siri," When Sirius sees the cocky smile on your face he decides actions speak louder than words, and he kisses you.

Your relationship was something everyone saw coming, the dynamic duo became me more prevalent when you two got together. It wasn't a chore to be together either, you found comfort in just existing in the same space. The connection between the two of you was so deep and whole that nothing could hinder it.

Sirius would for sure help you dye your hair, "You don't need to dye your hair, but since you want to, I would like to help you!" The small gestures from Sirius really made you feel seen, the small attention to the details meant the world to you. Sirius would even learn how to style your hair, simply because the closeness to you made his soul light aflame.

The comfort of your relationship always made you smile, Sirius always found ways to make you feel loved. Impromptu adventures to scenic places, or small hikes to places hidden away from the human eye. He made sure to always pick places he knew you would find peace in.

You had always wanted to find a quarry and go swimming while listening to music, and Sirius made sure to make this come true. Deep in a forest, there is a pond with a small cave attached. The water is the deepest blue, and the greenery surrounding it is so vibrant. It looks like a scene straight out of a magazine.

Neither of you wastes any time before jumping in. Sirius smiles as you stare around in astonishment, amazed by the fact that Sirius knows you so well. After a bit of swimming, you both head to shore for a quick meal Sirius prepared for you both. "Nelly wait, do you see that?" You turn around to see Sirius dive under the water to retrieve something. You giggle, thinking he probably found a fascinating rock. You meet him where the water meets the shore to see what he has. In his hand is a clamshell, you are confused, you wouldn't have guessed this was an area with clams. Sirius meets you and grabs your hand before kneeling down. He opens the clam to show the beautiful diamond ring sitting front and center.

Your hand flies to your mouth in astonishment, "Penelope, I have known since I first heard your laugh that I would marry you. Every day since then I have fallen so in love with you. The way you work hard every day when you play piano and sing off key when you pull silly pranks on me, but mostly, I fall in love with you because of how selfless and caring you are." Tears stream down your face, "Penelope, will you marry me?"

"Yes," Sirius smiles putting the ring on your finger, your arms fly around his shoulders. "You idiot, you could have lost the ring!" Sirius chuckles at your logic, he pulls you closer nuzzling his head into your hair.

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I may or may not have gotten a bit carried away with this LMAO, but I really hope you like it!

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borrelia · 1 year

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thots abt fleets friends (my ocs his friends :))

these guys

idk why i wrote bebe as 15 i want her to be 14 again. anyway. shes kind of judgemental and rude but only as is the middle schooler's instinct. she's highly competitive and proud of her abilities and she tries Every skate sport she can. she likes rollerskating best but she also does bike tricks and takes fleet's board from him to show him how it's REALLY done. her favorite movie is probably the disney channel original motocrossed and the second she discovers roller derby she's going to do that Forever. she would also love paintball now I'm just listing painful competitive play and anything where you can Win and also Get Hurt are things she likes. again, her instinct is to be competitive and rude but if she has A Second Longer to think she's very friendly :) her friends being upset makes her Distraught and she will Immediately try to fix whatever the problem is.

tiara's their funny little baby friend. she's adventurous and competitive like bebe but really not good at handling pain and failure. she doesn't get to hang out with the rest of them very much bc her parents are pretty overbearing but they always clap and cheer when she shows up at the park. dog and bebe have babysat her before (man your parents still want you to have a babysitter? how old are you?? lame...).

ive talked abt dog and his deal before. i like him :) hes just very chill with everything, just takes things as they come, tries to be nice and mind his business. his nan kind of sucks but handles it by not caring too much. he and bebe go to the same school but don't have any classes together so she isn't able to keep track of how often and what classes he skips, which is frequently and most of them. fleet also doesnt keep track but he could pretty accurately if he wanted to, bc dog usually spends that time hanging out with him lol

calvin and basil don't get very many thoughts in my mind. basil is skate shop worker who organizes and supervises the kids. he's patient and nice :) calvin doesnt want to talk to anyone he doesn't already know. he's quiet and standoffish. he's mostly just friends with basil but he helps out with the other teens sometimes.he takes safety seriously and for that reason is frequently annoyed by fleet. theyre still friends though, just not very close.

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dogtorari · 2 years

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“They say they don't fuck wit' me (Cheese)

But I say they can't fuck wit' me

Just like the air, I'm everywhere

How you say it's up with' me?

Pop-poppin' shit, you would think I went to school for chiropractin' (poppin')

Lookin' good as hell today, just sent my nigga five attachments (look at this)

Why did you confront me 'bout a nigga? Man, you bitches backwards (stupid ass)

They come at me 'bout niggas who I don't even find attractive (ugh)

I don't know the nigga, I just seened him on the town before

I can't be up in her face, I took her nigga down before (nah)

When I lose a nigga, I just pop out and go find some mo' (easy)

Soon as I feel like my time get wasted, then it's time to go (deuces)

They say they don't fuck with' me

But I say they can't fuck with' me (on gang)

Just like the air, I'm everywhere

How you say it's up with' me? (huh?)

Them bitches should've stayed down

They could've been up wit' me (too bad)

But all they doin' is talkin' down

'Cause they can't get up wit' me (lame ass)

My ex fuckin' on my old friend, both they ass some fuckin' clowns (haha)

Thinkin' that she got one up on me, she got my hand-me-downs (lame ass ho)

He thought wasn't gon' have to stand on shit, like he was handicap (thought it was)

Make that nigga stand on that, now his ass can't stand me now

High as fuck, I'm lit, yeah, I don't smoke no Swishers (nope)

Slidin' with' my gang and them, look at them like sisters (that's gang)

These bitches be lovin' to go out sad about these niggas (ugh)

I don't wanna hang with' them, they don't handle business (they can't hang with' us)

They be goin' for anything, but I can't go for none of that (none of that)

Why would I go chase you? If I know you gon' come runnin' back (fuckin' dumb)

Cut everybody off, lately been feelin' like the lumberjack (fuck 'em)

They really got me fucked up, and I wasn't goin' for none of that (none of that)

She the type, the nigga make her mad she go and tweet somethin' (ugh)

Me, I'm kinda ratchet still so I'm the type to beat somethin' (beat 'em up)

I can't love you, baby, like yo' bitch do, so don't leave her (keep that bitch)

He gon' choose her every time 'cause it's cheaper to keep her (hahaha)

Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not fuck wit' you tomorrow (nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (that's just me)

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Ridin' with my twin and 'nem (skrrt), and we all look good as fuck (gang)

She say she my opp but I don't know her, had to look her up (fuck is you?)

I know that I'm rich, but I can't help it, bitch, I'm hood as fuck (woo)

I've been on these bitches neck so long, sometimes my foot get stuck (ah)

I can't put you in my business (no), you might wish me dead tomorrow (yeah)

Bitches be on dick today, sing every word of "Up" tomorrow (Up)

Bitch, I still got cases opened, keep your mouth shut tomorrow (shh)

Play with me today then get some sleep, you know it's up tomorrow (woo)

Fake bitch, that's why my friend fucked on your nigga (ah-ha)

Both you bitches pussy, I think y'all should scissor (ah, ha, ha)

She bought a chain, I bought the same one, even bigger (bitch, it's bigger)

She throwin' shots, that's how I know I got her triggered (ah)

I don't speak dog, ho (woof), I don't care what no bitch say (no)

I stay on her mind, I got condos in that bitch head (ah)

She say she don't fuck with me (who?), who said that you can, ho? (No)

That nigga a munch and he gon' eat me like a mango

Long ass weave, it be ticklin' my ass crack (ah)

Wonder what I'll do tomorrow that these hoes will be mad at (huh?)

All y'all bitches sweet, and I always get my lick, boo (facts)

I, I fight for my bitches and I'm fightin' over dick too (that, that, Cardi, yup)

Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not fuck wit' you tomorrow (nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

Can't say yo' name up in my songs, might not fuck wit' you tomorrow (nah)

Can get my feelings hurt today, I won't give a fuck tomorrow (that's just me)

Ain't fucked up 'bout no credit score, I might be rich as fuck tomorrow (duh)

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows”

- GLORILLA ��❤️

#tomorrow 2 #rap #rappers #hip hop #lyrics #glorilla #black girl beauty #black girls rock #black girls killing it #AFROLATINA #CARDI B #CARDI

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐.

not my gif!

pairing: best friend’s mom!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you know it was beautifully wrong when your best friend’s mother kissed your parched mouth. what’s even worse is that she’s a married woman and you’re just her secret affair.

warnings for this part: mommy!kink, slight praising, smoking (nothing too serious)

author’s note: so sorry for my inactivity, i had a writer’s block x but i’m back now and hoping to update as always. if i’m not active again, that’s probably because i’m busy with school and work. anyways, enjoy!

this series is 18+ minors dni! you will be blocked if you don’t have your age on your bio.

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Ever since Natasha introduced you to smoking cigarettes, you got yourself quite addicted to the taste. You have this understanding of people when they say cigarettes help them to stay calm and it works wonders for you. You would buy one pack each week and sometimes maybe two if you were that stressed. Natasha didn’t corrupt you because of it – thank goodness she gave you a blunt – and you loath to think that way with her because well, she didn’t ruin your innocence. You gladly took it, anyways.

It was a dreamy afternoon at the cottage where you were sitting on the bench, reading the novel that you can’t seem to let go of. Lucy was taking a nap while the two married women were upstairs sleeping. The sun shines through your skin as you turn the page of the book – getting invested with the story that was being told. You were so absorbed with your book that you didn’t hear a woman saying,

“Want to smoke with me?”

Your head turns and see Natasha standing with a gray shirt along with her sweatpants that were loose. You shake your head and reply, “I don’t smoke–”

“It’s just me,” she cuts you off, chuckling. “Scoot over, kid.”

Kid, she says, you think to yourself while scoffing inwardly. I can’t just be a kid to her when she wouldn’t keep her eyes off me.

You followed her simple order and sat near the edge of the bench. She sits close to you – but not in a creepy way – and takes a swig of her lighter and flicks the ignition of it. Then, put it close to the bud of the cigarette.

Inhaling the smoke, she says, “What are you reading?”

You pressed her knees together and bit your bottom lip, then quickly replied, “Pride and Prejudice.”

“I love that book,” she remarked while blowing out the smoke that was inside her mouth. You can smell how thick the scent was; it was nurturing for you. “I’ve watched the film too.”

“Yeah, well, it’s one of my favorite novels.”

“Cute,” she says calmly. She looks at the side and watches your nose scrunching from the smell, finding it adorable. It’s like she’s staring at a girl who came out from a dream but never was from reality. It felt different. Sort of. She sighs, taking another blunt from her cigarette and blowing it in your direction averting your eyes from the woman who was staring at you.

Natasha only did that to get your attention.

“Want to try?” she offered the stick of her cigarette; smiling. Although you were too shy enough to say yes, you shook your head. Natasha took that for granted and inched herself near you until her lap was pressed against yours. How lovely.

“Nat–”

“I won’t force it on you,” she says reassuringly. “But here, just try. Inhale it through your throat then blow it out.”

“Would it hurt?” you asked with your timid soft voice. She nods.

“Only for a while.”

You want to be daring, be bold, and this is your chance to do so. It’s not like you want to act cool or even be lame but, maybe this could somehow change your perspective into whatever you’re thinking of. You’re just exaggerating at this point. So you nodded and took the cigarette from her fingers. Natasha smiled at you and watched intently as you put the stick into your mouth and inhaled it – then coughed out.

“My, my,” the woman quickly wraps one arm around your shoulder and pats your back softly, then looks down at your lips – noticing how crisp it was. “Easy, dorogoya, do it again.”

You nodded at her while still coughing out the smoke. After a minute or so, you inhale it again but this time slowly since you took it too fast a while ago. You can taste the itchy heavy smoke inside of your throat and finally release it; blowing it out in the air. Natasha was in awe while watching you do so.

“How does it taste?” she asked, smiling coyly.

You slowly crept up a small side smile and took another blunt but this time, blowing it straight at her face – making you laugh loudly. Payback’s a bitch.

She giggles rather softly and looks at you with her bright green orbs that spoke with adoration whenever she gazes at you. You replied, “It’s alright. Thanks for that I guess.”

“You can finish the whole stack, I’ll go light up another one for myself.”

And there you were, sitting beside the woman who gave you an unforgettable experience that will be a memory in your life. While you were finishing your last cigarette, you stare at Natasha who had her head all the way to the back of the bench; blowing out the smoke mindlessly. Her beauty was mesmerizing enough to make your stomach churn into this sense of need that you’ve never felt before. And the more you accept it, the more you’re not as scared.

What else would you be scared of, anyway?

—

“You smoke?” Lucy asked curiously while sitting down on a hammock that was hung in your room.

“Yeah,” you replied nonchalantly. “Why?”

Lucy drops her gaze at you and quirks an eyebrow, then chuckles afterward. “Nothing, I just never saw you smoke.”

Yeah, it’s because your mother gave me the first experience to smoke a fucking cigarette.

You sighed and leaned more against the hard wall; laughing quietly.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?” she mocks your tone while writing down in her notebook; her gaze never leaves it.

“Do you smoke, too?”

“I smoke weed, yeah,” she responded and let out a loud groan. “We should go shopping right now. Michael wants to take me on a special date later at night and your mom isn’t here so, sleep at my place. I don’t want you to be alone.”

You hate the thought of bothering someone who lives in that house and you’d rather stay at home than do that type of thing but what’s so good about it is that Natasha is there. She would want you there because once you step into their abode, that woman will bring you to her room and make love to you like it’s she means it.

So, you just nodded while finishing the cigarette between your lips. Quickly, you stood up and grabbed the air freshener that was on your vanity table and sprayed it all over the room to remove the thick smell of the cigarette. You can hear Lucy laughing quietly across the room and playfully, you rolled your eyes.

“Please don’t tell mom about this,” you pleaded but your tone stays the same. “I don’t want her to think I’m getting high or something…”

“Well, you aren’t technically,” she says. “Cover for me later? I might sleep with him tonight.”

“You said you’ll have dinner with him,” you said while remembering what Lucy mentioned before. You can hear a sigh coming out from her and she responded,

“I’m covering you from your mom so cover me too, bitch.”

You laughed, nodding, “Fine. But be home early, don’t want your mom going bonkers at me.”

She lets out a wheeze of laughter and turns to you, smiling like a dork. “Please, both of my moms love you. Especially mom, she seems to be very talkative whenever you're around. Probably because you remind her of youth or something.”

Lie. The reason why Natasha is so close to you is that she’s fucking you behind Maria and Lucy; which makes you seem like an awful, disgusting, slut. Which, again, may be you. But, you’re Natasha’s slut. She likes to think you’re her slut.

Lucy dropped you off quickly and told you once more to cover for her. Of course, as a good friend you are, you agreed and she left with no fear whatsoever. Between your personality with Lucy, she’s more outgoing than you are. You’re more of an owl; you’re kind of an introverted person, but if someone ever gives you a chance to do something daring, then you might as well take the opportunity – although you would have hesitations before that.

As quiet as a sloth, you were back at reading the novel that you left unfinished. It is 11 at night and your sleep paralysis starts to take over your body. You noticed how quiet it was around the house – almost as if no one was there. But, apparently, Maria was away for work while Natasha was left all alone in this big house she has. Currently, she’s upstairs in her room and unfortunately, you’re a wuss. You begin to wonder if she knows you’re here, probably not, and that made your heart sink, realizing that you will only have limited time with her due to the situation that is at hand.

You were about to fall asleep when you heard the creaking sound from the door and it made your eyes wide open at the sight of the woman standing right in front of your glory.

“I didn’t know you were here,” she says while taking a seat at the edge of the bed but so close to you that you can feel her. “I’m assuming my daughter is out with her boyfriend?”

You nodded slowly and pulled the blanket near to your face. Natasha sighed.

“That’s okay,” she beams and looks at you with the knowing smile that she always uses whenever you’re with her. Then, she hovers on top of you and pulls your back until you bottom down on her lap. Natasha hums in satisfaction and pushes her lips against yours; full of want and desperation. Full of need and adoration. You can hear her whisper in seduction,

“I was just watching those naughty videos you sent me, princess. You’ve made me wet.” She grabs your wrist and places the palm of your hand on her covered cunt, emphasizing how aroused the woman was. She was, in fact, so wet that you could feel it through the clothed core.

“Tasha…”

“Detka,” she whispers hotly on the roof of your mouth and brings her hand slowly upwards to your waist. You wanted her this badly but for some whatever fucked up reason that succumbs your mind, your hands pushes on both of her shoulders softly and her eyes lingered towards you; asking what was wrong.

“Baby?”

“Tash,” you tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled with no teeth. “Can we take it slow? I just wan’ feel you tonight.”

She looks at you with uncertainty then quickly shakes her head and nods, smiling back at you.

“Of course, my little dove.”

The woman wasted no time reclining her lips back at yours, making you let out the tiniest moan. Natasha can feel herself getting more worked up whenever you would make the littlest sounds – it was infuriating. In a good way. She brings both of her hands to cup your cheek so softly and deepened the heated kiss with her tongue sliding through swiftly. As soon as your tongues met, you were completely lost in translation.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” Natasha whispers hungrily and stands up while bringing your legs around her waist. You hold on tight while the woman brings you upstairs to the master bedroom until you can feel the mattress dipped within your body. She opens your legs slowly – trying not to hurt you in the slightest – and hovers you again with her muscular arms that were between your head. Leaning down, she kisses your cheeks chastely and smiles when you hitch your breath from the slightest peck.

“Gonna be a good girl for me tonight?” she asked with a teasing tone. You nodded frantically, pressing your toes deep into the mattress to control that sensational feeling that was between your legs. The woman above you stares at you for once and brings her lips back to yours; letting her control your body.

The feel of her lips weighs on you in a certain way that makes you feel this kind of spark that was igniting inside of your beating heart. Or your throat. Her hands were finally maneuvering to the side of your torso until she slips it inside your shirt, trickling her fingers all the way up to your uncovered breasts and squeezing them slightly; making her let out a breathy moan that was inside of your mouth.

“Oh god,” you pulled away with a whisper and put your hips up against her, suddenly feeling all needy and whiny.

Her lips traveled down to your jaw until to your neck, nibbling at it softly while her hands were going back down to your body until she could feel the hem of your shorts. She looks back up with her hooded lusted eyes and asked, “Can I?”

You nodded, “You don’t need to ask.”

Then, she smirks darkly, sending a chilling feeling through your bones.

Natasha leisurely pulls down your red cottoned shorts, leaving her breathless once your laced pink underwear is glorified within her eyes. You can hear her panting – see her smiling at the sight that she could possibly eat. Not even a minute later, her lips were finally back onto your parched mouth as she ruts her core against yours, making you pull away with a strangled moan that you let out.

“Make those pretty sounds for me, baby girl,” she begged utterly. You nodded, continuing to grind back with her as you felt the intensity of her nipping on your neck. Not long enough, your shirt is discarded while the woman tries to take off her own underwear with struggling hands. She was so aroused that there were some difficulties taking off her own panties and quickly you helped her, kissing her pelvis while pulling it down with ease; Natasha moans in a guttural way.

“Fuck,” she chuckles rather deeply. “I’m so horny right now.”

The woman slightly pushes you back down on the bed and continues to ravish her shaky hands all the way down to your hips, claiming it possessively. At this point, your mind has shut down in the way that Natasha kisses your stomach while whispering, “You are such a good little girl, all for me to use.”

What gets you so worked up is how this woman knows how to talk – especially when it comes to sex. Heated sex. Her words were so filth and praising that you could never ever get enough of them. She’s like a whole package deal. You gasped lightly when you felt her tongue lathering all over your folds, her nose pressed flatly against your clit, and whispering,

“You taste so good, little one. Got mommy all wet when I’m eating this tiny pussy,” she presses open-mouth kisses all over your open folds, letting out a humming vibrating sound while her tongue worked all the way down to your hole that seemed so small. You pushed your hips forward – needing more friction – until you can feel the woman’s hand inside of your thigh, slapping it gently that electrifies your entire body system.

“Be a good girl, sweetheart,” she demands with her innocent dark tone. “You have no idea what I can do to you. How much I will devour you right at this moment. All you have to do is lay back and beg, detka. Beg for mommy’s fingers.”

—

You caught Natasha staring.

Again.

For the fifth time today.

And god may never forgive you, but you loved it. It makes you feel excited and the attention given is unstoppable.

You were currently chopping off some carrots that Natasha asked you to do since she’s making soup for everyone in the house. Of course, you wanted to help the woman out. So, you followed her simple order and grabbed the nearest kitchen knife you could get.

The woman, who was leaning against the doorway, has her dark forest eyes gazing at your body like some perverted creep. As your bare legs were exposed, Natasha couldn’t help but think of a scenario where you had your legs wide open while she kisses your collarbone like some hungry animal; eating its prey. Her lips would trail up to your ear and whisper the filthiest words that she could never stop saying. You were at her mercy, her hands were all over your back while thrusting her strap inside of your tight hole that it was impossible to fit.

She finally realized what she was thinking of and stopped it immediately before her possessive side could come out any time soon.

“I heard you’re talking to a boy,” Natasha said with decency, even though jealousy was flaming through her veins.

“Oh,” you stopped cutting the last piece of carrot and huffed. You were talking to this boy last night and he was a great help with distracting you from Natasha because every day, it seems like you couldn’t stop thinking about her. His name is Peter.

“Oh?”

You chuckled lightly then continued slicing the carrot with your knife. “Yeah um, I guess you could say that.”

She hummed and took a step – leaning against the counter with her lower stomach. Her eyes never fail to leave you. Natasha says, “So it’s a date?”

So many questions. You thought to yourself randomly.

“I guess so.”

“You have to stop saying that,” she replies in such a serious tone – your body flinching from it. “Now tell me, are you?”

“I’m sorry, but that’s totally none of your business,” you say and take a step back, realizing what you have just said. Her eyes hardened by your monotone and dangerously walked towards you, her hands finding their way to your wrist and pinning it back down behind you over the counter. She leans close to your face and presses her lips against yours harshly – making your eyes roll back at her suppleness.

She grumbles into the heated kiss and brings her hand to your cheek to hold it steadily. You pinch your eyes together when her spit seeps inside of your mouth; moaning at its taste. Natasha pulls away and looks at you with her slightly hooded eyes, her forehead pressing against your sweaty ones.

You bit your bottom lip hard, feeling the fear of being caught at this scene where your best friend’s mother was cupping your face. It felt wrong, terribly, yet it felt right somehow. It’s like the universe planned this whole scene to happen. You hate to admit that you liked the way she kissed you, the way she shoved her tongue down in your throat like some barbaric human being.

“I–”

“Don’t go out with him,” she whispers breathlessly. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I met you.”

“Natasha–”

“Let me finish,” she sterns, pinning you harder against the cold marbled counter. “You think this is wrong, right? Well, I don’t. I think it was destined for you to meet me as I was destined to meet you. You make me so fucking crazy, Y/N. It’s not just about your looks, you’re fucking beautiful and breathtaking but…”

“But what?” you couldn’t help but ask with a timid, breathy tone.

“I think you’re mesmerizing and whenever you are near me I can’t help but think that I want you. I want you, so fucking bad. I need you.”

She wasted no time but to bring her lips back at yours, moaning uncontrollably when you accidentally bumped your teeth together as you tried closing your legs. But, Natasha was in the way and she could possibly feel your heat radiating through you without even thinking, she cupped your clothed core and chuckled at how you were responding to her.

She kept kissing you, loving you on that counter until you came several times with her humping you like a dog in heat. She never once tried thrusting her fingers inside of you as it was too risky to do that in an open space.

That day, your relationship with the married woman began and there was absolutely no way out of it.

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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Hii I was wondering if I could rq Mikey, Baji and Mitsuya with a gn! s/o who is the sole provider in their household? and the guys only find out because they saw their s/o while they were at work? but they didn't know they even had a job bc they kept it a secret? it's perfectly okay if you aren't up for this rq! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Given it All | Mikey, Baji, and Mitsuya

- The boys with an s/o who's a breadwinner of the family.

warnings: mentions of family problems

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: Writing this made me kind of emotional because I have friends who are the main providers for their family and I see them work very hard. This one's for all the independent and hardworking people out there <3

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Another day. Another one.

Mikey loves feeling your hands. They're soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He'll feel the palms in your hands every moment he gets. He always felt like a baby being caressed by your soft hands.

But there seems to be a detail in your hands that he can't miss. Every time you two see each other, Mikey would notice the burns and red marks on your hands.

"Y/N, what happened to this?" he asked.

"Oh, it just got itchy again. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to brush off the topic.

It has always been like that. Each time that Mikey points it out, you always try to avoid the topic or reason out that it's just a scratch. And it's not like he's saying that you're a liar, he just knows that there's more to that than just a mere scratch.

Which is true.

You didn't really want to lie to your boyfriend. It's just that, it's something that it's hard for you to open up and talk about.

At a young age, you were forced to live by yourself. Your mother died at a young age, while your father was a drunkard - eventually getting out of the picture.

In order to provide for yourself, pay for rent and other fees necessary to make a living, you worked hard. Currently, you're working full-time at a family restaurant where you're assigned at cooking. Although this was a daily task for you, you never fail to get yourself burned from the boiling oil.

It wasn't an easy life especially living alone. But at least, you have your boyfriend by your side to get by.

Now that you're shift has finished, you were tasked to throw out the trash at the back before you leave.

As you were about to walk away from that alleyway, you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Looking at the source, it was your beloved boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.

"Mikey? What are you doing here?" you asked, anxious about how you'll explain this to your boyfriend.

"I just finished beating up some guy," Mikey said as he pointed out to a dude who passed out on the further part of the alley. "How about you?", he continued as he looked at your uniform and an obvious face that's waiting for an answer.

You knew this day would come. You just didn't expect that it would be today.

Sighing, and taking deep breaths, you explained to Mikey your story and why you work here.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Mikey asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's hard for me to talk about it. I'm sorry for not telling you," you said as you looked down.

"Hey, it's okay," Mikey said. "I have a better idea,"

"What?" you asked

"Why don't you just sell Dorayaki and I'll buy all of them every day. Then you'll be rich," Mikey said jokingly.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"But seriously, live with us!" Mikey said with such a happy look on his face.

"Eh?" you asked confused.

"Live with me, Emma, and gramps! I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in, you're my s/o after all," Mikey said, "Plus, you wouldn't have to work this hard if you don't have to pay for rent," he continued.

Your heart felt like it's floating in the air. How can you have such an adorable and loving boyfriend?

"I love you, you know that?" you said.

"Thank you so much, Mikey,"

"It's nothing," your boyfriend said as he kissed your hands. "You're like family to them after all,"

Maybe, the true family you've been looking for was always been by your side.

Keisuke Baji

You sleep early but the bags under your eyes were noticeable for your boyfriend.

Baji always thought that it was weird that the eyebags under your eyes were evident. Not like it's a bad thing though. You're still beautiful as ever in his eyes.

It's just that you always tell him that you sleep at 8 in the evening. Yet here you are, looking like you pull an all-nighter every day.

Maybe it takes you hours before you actually go to sleep? That's possible. But what if you just don't want to spend the rest of the night with him? Is it possible that you're getting tired of him?

It's only been months since you've started dating, but Baji couldn't blame you if you get tired of him.

But it's not like you don't want to hang out with your boyfriend. Hell, who doesn't want to hang out with theirs and experience late-night dates and night rides right? Especially if it's with Baji.

It's just that, you don't have the luxury of spending the night with your boyfriend. Being the eldest of a family of four, you have to work and provide for the needs of your mother and your two younger siblings.

To help your family, you work two part-time jobs every night. One is being an employee at your local convenience store and the other is being a kitchen staff at a local pub. Two jobs might be heavy, and tiring for you, but it's what helps you and your family to get by.

Your boyfriend knew nothing of this. You know that Baji's a great guy, but you're afraid of embarrassing the 1st Division Captain of Toman, so you just try to hide it and make lame excuses.

Tonight's the usual night. Same excuse. Same job.

Currently, you're responsible for the counter at the store. It's past midnight, and you wish you can catch up to some sleep. But you know you can't since you'll be unable to get your minimum wage.

As you're looking at the countertop, someone suddenly handed Peyoung yakisoba.

"Baji's favorite" you smiled as you thought to yourself. Oh, how you miss your boyfriend.

"And that'll be 145 yen," you said as you look up at the customer.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Baji?" you said, seeing your boyfriend's face.

"Y/N? You work here," Baji said, with a confused look on his face.

"Sadly, yes," you said.

"Well, care to share this with me?" Baji said as he pointed out the Yakisoba.

"I have a 15-minute break. Sure," you agreed. Thinking now's the time to explain.

As you and Baji met at the small parking lot, you immediately explained.

"Look, Baji. I'm sorry for hiding this. I want you to know that I'm the breadwinner of the family that's why I can't hang out at night with you. I didn't tell you because I don't want to embarrass you," you rambled as you look anywhere but Baji.

"Embarrass me?" Baji said, walking closer to you.

"Y/N, I'll never be embarrassed at you. I'm proud of you, okay?" your boyfriend said, reassuring you. "I just wished you trusted me more,"

"I'm sorry, Baji," you whispered as you hug him. "I love you."

"Text me okay? I'll pick you up so that you won't have to walk," Baji said as he smiled at you.

"Thank you," you said, with tears threatening to fall.

"You're welcome," Baji said as he kissed your forehead, "Now, let's eat okay?" your boyfriend said, excitement laced in his voice as he opened the Peyoung yakisoba.

Mitsuya Takashi

You're a busy bee. That's for sure.

Whenever Mitsuya invites you on dates on the weekends, you weren't available because you're busy.

When he invites you to have dates after school, you always have to decline because again, you're busy.

He understands it though. Mitsuya knows that you have to study hard for your siblings and that you have to take care of them as well. As someone who always looks out for his younger sisters, Mitsuya knew that it can be hectic sometimes.

What he doesn't understand though is the fact that it's evident that you're trying to hide something from him. He's not that oblivious when it comes to you. Especially after dating you for months.

You're bothered with it too. As much as you love your boyfriend, you're embarrassed about the job you have. But it's not like you have any choice. The job pays well and is enough to make a living for you and your two younger brothers.

After school and on the weekends, it is true that you're busy. Busy with the maid and butler café that you work on.

It's embarrassing enough to be dressed like this. But being seen by the love of your life? That's a different level of shame.

Now that you finished with your shift, you felt the exhaustion on your body. Standing and serving customers isn't a joke anyway. You didn't even bother to change out of your uniform. You just wore a hoodie over it, not caring about the frills of the clothes peaking underneath.

As you were walking home, you heard the familiar sound of an engine. Turning around, you saw a familiar face.

"Ehhh? Y/N?" Mitsuya said, stopping his motor beside you.

"What are you doing?" he continued, eyeing your clothes and looking at you as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Mitsuya, I can explain," you said as your face reddened from embarrassment.

"Hmmm, I'm listening," your boyfriend said with an unreadable expression.

"Well, uhm, you see, I work at this café that requires us to dress like this," you said as you pointed out to your clothes, "But I don't do anything bad though! It's just we dress like this," you further explained, waving your hands.

"You look cute," Mitsuya smiled "I kind of hoped you just told me sooner. I would've made you some clothes,"

"Huh? You're not mad?" you said, surprised.

"How could I be? My s/o's working hard. Plus, I get to see you in cute clothes. What's there to be mad of?" Mitsuya said as he smiled at you.

"Baby, I love you," you said as you looked at your boyfriend with adoration.

"I love you too. But take me there someday okay?" Mitsuya replied grinning.

You just nodded and blushed at the idea.

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