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emojellyace08 · 8 months

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"Lookism Men x Reader (When you're sick/not feeling well PART 2)"

A/N: I'm back from the dead after days of not posting :) :/. Warnings: getting sick, over fatigue, colds/fever, passing out, overall not feeling well Genre: fluff ☁️Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

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Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyun-Seong)

He won't be so fazed with you being sick but he's still worried deep inside. Taesoo might even whoop his ass out if he didn't attend his training because of him taking care of you. Now now, don't feel guilty about it. Hudson looks like he's hating every inch of him babying you but he actually finds it relaxing to do something else other than punching rocks on the woods (but he still hoped that you don't get sick he hates it seeing you very unwell).

He knows that you'll get dizzy and limping or you'll catch a cold especially if you have a weak immune system but Hudson will still scold you like calling you an "idiot" for being careless if you're being to stubborn to get help lmao.

Hudson will be the type of "Don't ask for my help if you're going to act like this for being stupid." but then he'll 100% look out and take care for you when you're not feeling well lol. He'll buy facemasks and your medicine for you to get better soon and he probably knows how to cook so you can rely on him when your sick and pretty much screwed up. And he will clean up the place once you're feeling better since he doesn't want to fell ill either, he has other businesses to do.

"You have a fever". "Wha-" "You have a fever". Hudson bitterly answered as you are tucked on the bed like a little toddler, pouting at your boyfriend's disappointed reaction as he sighs at you trying to pull out the puppy-eye card. Though you indeed look very cute, he still can't help but to cringe at you trying to calm down his nerves right now. "Don't act like this or I'll literally going to leave you here." he tries to tease threaten you while you pleaded him with that sparkly eyes and holding his hand with all of your strength despite feeling physically numb. "Wait! I'm just kidding!" you protested as you coughed because of your sore throat killing you right now. "Then why didn't you listened when I told you to get some rest. You could have passed out or something might happened even worse to you." he flicked your forehead gently making sure it won't hurt you, but you still reacted too much pretending it hurts just makes him laugh. You really are an idiot at times.

Hudson's probably a kuudere? It's no surprise if he's celebrating his victory inside when you hold his hand on your dates lmao. Now he'll get a bit overprotective of you even at the least problematic of things. It might not be obvious but he cares about you so much.

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Overprotective dad = Overprotective boyfriend/husband. Now he has to multi-task to take care of you and Yenna (but Sally and Warren will help him out so it will make him more relieved).

This man would be worried af. I wouldn't be surprised if he scolded your ass once again. Since he's already stressed out with the crews, you getting sick just makes him anxious more. But don't worry too much Eli would not point the blame on you, but please you just got to be careful at times since he's mostly not available :(.

But Eli has more experience in taking care of his someone than the rest of the men in this list. He knows what medicine and food you should take/consume, he would keep an eye on you almost 24/7 and he would NOT let leave you on his bed unless if you need to use the rest room (you got to recharge your energy y'know). And it's no surprise that despite getting worried at times, he's always ready with situations like this. He already has the alcohol/hand sanitizers, cough syrups and face masks in his bag. This man is your personal nurse lmao.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing?" he glared at you as you made eye contact with his heavy and tired ones while you get yourself a fresh cup of water. And him carrying Yenna while he cooks breakfast and him boiling water to get your tea ready. "Uh I was just-" "You could have called me when you need something. You're just exhausting yourself go back to bed." he scolded you as you sighed and went back to your bedroom with Sally checking your temperature with a thermometer. "Sooo, am I feeling better now?" you asked in a cheeky matter as Sally sighed and showed you the results. "Not really. You still need to rest a lot. Eli's been stressed lately so you got to feel better and do your best." she stated as the blonde strawberry-haired lady ruffled your hair to make you feel better before leaving. After minutes, heck even hours of being alone on the bed getting consumed by your own thoughts Eli is back with your food, tea and medications ready. "Food is here" "Oh um yeah. Let me just-" you were about to get up when Eli placed the food tray on the small table in your bedroom and helped you get up by placing your pillow properly to support your head and back. "Am I a burden?" you asked him with a hint of worrying in your voice. "What do you mean by that? Of course not." he stated as he sat down on the chair beside as you avoid eye contact. "You've been doing a lot for Hostel. You take care of me and Yenna, you study and fight your ass off, even getting hurt because of the Workers. You've been doing so much for us." you answered honestly making your boyfriend sigh. "I know. But I chose to and I'm doing this to protect our family, especially you and Yenna. It may be exhausting but you're not a burden to me. So don't overthink too much love."

10/10 Boyfriend (still mentally unstable, but he's still nice if it's not on the Hostel arc lol).

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

Not the best caregiver but also not the worse?

But don't get me wrong Warren will still do his best when you got sick. Though he may or may not scold you a lot or he'll just sigh, witnessing your terrible state.

He'll be the type to forget that you're sick and order a box of your favorite fast-food even when you have stomach cramps/diarrhea because he cares about your cravings so much 😭. "Y/N! (I bought some) fried chicken!" you heard your boyfriend call out for you in a cheerful tone as he carries a box of freshly cooked chicken of your favorite brand along with other sweets and placing it on the wooden table. Sally can't help but to pout at him for being a bit forgetful at times. "Warren, didn't the doctor told you that she/he is not allowed to eat too much calories today?" "Yeah, didn't you remember that silly head?" you teased your boyfriend as he stands there dumb founded as his mind travels into different dimensions, he's just really stupid at times. "Wait wha- 👁️👄👁️. Oh shit, sorry I forgot to buy your medicine! Don't worry I'll come back here!" Trust me he'll look goofy af when he tries to run away bc he'll probably forget to bring his wallet with Sally screeching at the top of her lungs to get back since he doesn't have any money with him.

But the dedication in this man when he likes someone is actually really impressive. If he really cares, he'll make sure to give justice to his affection towards you. He'll stay up all night taking care of you even if it takes his own health at risk, he just wants to see you better.

I'm going to say that Warren is an overall a green flag most of the times. He may be somehow a bit dumb but he (along with Hudson ; I guess) are more emotionally well than the rest of the dudes in this list I guess (I'm literally roasting Eli and Johan at this point).

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Also a kuudere like Hudson. Johan will call you a dumbass for getting sick in different languages at this point.

It might not be obvious, but he'll also be worried if his someone is not feeling well. It may look like that it's just a common cold but it reminds him of his mom. Now she's struggling with her eyesight and him seeing you trying your best to get better just makes him a bit sad at this point.

It can be a bit surprising, but Johan knows about this stuff. His mom used to work at her salon a lot, causing her to have back pains at times and he likes to help her out while he listens to her rambles about her day (this is kind of a bit too cute and sad for a headcannon). He may not initiate it often since he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but the moment that it looks like you really need it he won't hesitate to help you out. "Does your shoulders hurt?" you heard your boyfriend ask you as you tried to rotate your shoulders to ease the pain. But considering how observative the brunette male is, he decided to ask you about it since it can be a bother when you're trying to study/work. "Yeah, would you mind?" "Oh, sure come here." >333 L:JD:LKJ:LAJKD. He'll also give advices to fix your posture so you wouldn't have to ask him for another remedial session especially when he's busy lmao. "Y/N I told you to not crouch when you're sitting. You're literally going to kill your spine at this point". he scolded you once again as he gently approached your shoulders and massage you. "Sorry love, I was just too focused on work/doing my homework I guess." "You just probably love my hands a bit too much..." "JOHAN!" (Johan on the outside: -_- Johan on the inside: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He also knows about your medications and what you should eat. He would scold you like Eli if you move too much when you're dizzy while looking you with that dead ass eyes. "Dummyhead, go back to bed you're still sick -_-".

It may looks like that he's hating every inch of these moments with you together, but it can be a bit fun and stressful memory for him. Making him chuckle and tease you with those pretty eyes when he recalls about it.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism fic #eli jang x reader #warren chae x reader #johan seong x reader #hudson ahn x reader

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the-snazzy-jazzy-dragon · 1 year

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Ranking the Daedric Princes by Babysitting Potential! (Least to Best) Part 1:

Part 2

17. Molag Bal

. . . Do I even need to explain this one? This would be like hiring the sweaty hooded guy you saw walking the streets at night to the liquor store with his pants sagging to his knees.

tl:dr A walking red flag that's legally not allowed within 150 feet of a child

16. Namira

Expect to come home to your child made into a five-star filet mignon dish complete with garlic butter, a rosemary garnish, and a side of house salad. She'll probably infest your house with cockroaches too.

tl:dr snack time takes on a whole different meaning. And ew bugs

15. Vaermina

Your child won't face a terrible fate, but they'll still be permanently scarred from just one visit from her. They will be crying by the time you get back and refuse to go to bed that night. Or refuse to sleep for the rest of their life in general.

tl:dr nap time sucks even more than it already did

14. Mehrunes Dagon

Not the absolute worst, but definitely not good either. Believes in corporal punishment and he'd take it a tad bit too far. He'd rope your child into utterly trashing the house. They will also be very bratty towards you when you get back.

tl:dr bad influence and your child is definitely getting coal for Christmas that year

13. Mephala

She's one of those babysitters that somehow keeps getting hired even though she's bitter and clearly doesn't like children. She finds it funny when kids cry after she convinces them that you don't really love them. Unless you want your child to have long-lasting anxiety over whether you truly care about them, don't hire her.

tl:dr reason why at least 3 children she's babysat before have trust-issues now

12. Boethiah

Not as bad an influence as Dagon, but they'd probably let a 6 year old child handle knives and the stove without any supervision because they're "old enough to do things on their own". Also overly strict and would yell at your child for being too loud.

tl:dr a bit mean and believes survival of the fittest applies to children

11. Peryite

Pretty chill and not bad, but I still wouldn't risk the chance of your kid getting sick around him. You're at risk too since he doesn't wash his hands and he has touched every doorknob in your house. Also has no sense of hygiene so expect your child to be covered in dirt when you return.

tl:dr antivaxx kids are screwed

10. Hircine

Good at setting up rules, but doesn't have much experience with children. Thinks children should be able to find their own food around the house for lunch. When you get home, he'll tell you that he left your kid behind at the nearby park they visited earlier because they can "find their own way back".

tl:dr thinks children should be free range

9. Malacath

Strict but you could say it's just "tough love". Doesn't hate children, but even so, he's pretty cold towards them. He'd rather watch TV the entire time and only interact with your child to feed them or tell them to do their homework. He would probably use corporal punishment too but not get carried away with it.

tl:dr your typical deadbeat orc dad

8. Meridia

She's one of those bossy babysitters that treats children like they're her personal servant. She'll probably demand your child to get her a drink or to turn on the TV for her even though the remote is in reach or to touch the beacon. At the very least, you can rely on her to just watch over your kid while you're away. Nothing more, nothing less.

tl:dr bossy yet will get the job done

#the elder scrolls #tes lore #elder scrolls: skyrim #daedric princes #skyrim #shitpost #elder scrolls

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Ocs with a serial killer reader??? Like the reader just looks like an innocent person who can stand up for themselves but in private their an extreme sadist that liked torturing people just to get a rise out of them?

By the way love you work❤

Liu: considering the whole cannibal thing, Liu is one of the best people to come out to. She can even eat bones. She's a little on the fence at first due to her denial of her urges, but eventually warms up to an easy meal. Do not eat their chili

Elliott: the second best to come out to. The deed is fun to do himself, but if he had a killer darling that's a match made in heaven. Probably how you too met tbh. He'll make films from your kills and even offers to design a costume for you. Good at clean up as well

Daina: third best- probably higher than the other two. Given she's final girl- and has a few screws loose- she escapes your Ramages and comes back with open arms. Lures folks to you and uses the nursing skills she learned as camp counselor to patch you up.

Host: Basically- "Hey check out my pet- think it bites" Finds your violent bursts adorable. Humans are pawns beside you so he doesn't mind letting you stab a contestant or two- preferably after the show but he's not judgin'

Alasdair: "please put the knife down" Aside from one other party, he's the only one who will actively try to stop you. The last thing he wants is for you to be separated for the rest of entirety because you couldn’t stop acting folks

Pin: Completely neutral. While they aren't an outright killer, they do have their moments so they can complain. Probably uses the corpses as reference/material for their bodies

Baron: He's (usually) a good boy for a demon, but after trying to get you to light up he eventually gives up and just follows by your side like the puppy he his.

Selene: She acts oblivious. You're not like that all the time. Her loving spouse every other day of the week. She turns a blind eye and kisses you with welcome - ignoring the twisted faces behind you and screams that died so long ago

C.C: Slay Queen/King. Humans have never been much to C.C excluding you so he doesn't care. Probably would be right beside you, but doing lesser crimes like robbery because he doesn't want to get blood on his new shoes. Finds it hot seeing you covered in blood - but doesn't announce it

Travis: I've answered this for him before, but basically it tears him apart inside, but he turns a blind eye unless you try to leave him

Casper: Feels a bit bad but if you convince them the victim was a bad person they'll let it slide. They know the truth but act dumb to stay on your good side

Static: doesn't really like to kill and doesn't like the idea of you doing it either. They're extremely aggressive, but don't normally harm people unless they do after you. Grumbles about it and steals your kills just so the blood isn't on your hands

Jeremiah: All sinners deserve a second chance- even ones that still commit crimes. Keeps a leash on you and tries to lessen your body count by picking souls who truly can't be saved

Cherry: As his master, Cherry can't complain. He's a little down about the clean up, but wants nothing more than to please

Maddox: Pretty sad about it. Sure they're a grim reaper, but life should be celebrated while it lasts. If your count is far too high, they'll drag you away to their realm so you couldn’t do anymore harm

Verona: knows its bad, but finds intrigue in studying the corpses. She tells you off, but is pretty quiet when the deed is already done

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #female yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with Team Free Will 2.0 - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)

Title: Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with Team Free Will 2.0

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline

Word Count: 3,371 words

Warning(s): (Dean's) canonical violence, kidnapping, issues concerning self-esteem, (Sam's) nightmares, mentions of past death of partners, (Cas's) mentions of an argument, self-worth issues, (Jack's) self-worth issues

Author's Note: Someone needs to stop me from listening to Taylor Swift while I'm working out. That's how shit like this happens.

ALSO! HOLY CRAP! THIS BLOG JUST HIT 1,700 FOLLOWERS! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! Should I do something special?

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Dean Winchester:

State of Grace -

This is a state of grace This is the worthwhile fight Love is a ruthless game Unless you play it good and right

Hunting was dangerous.

That was a given.

When working with the Winchesters, it was even more dangerous.

It took a lot for Dean to be able to let anyone into his life. Most of that was due to the before-mentioned danger.

I was happy with Dean. Happier than I had been with anyone else.

Every risk was worth it. Every hunt and monster and wound were worth it. Because I still got to see him every day. I still had him.

It had been a rough hunt.

I had gotten separated from the brothers. After killing the monster that had attacked me, I stumbled out of the abandoned building. Dean was about to run back in when I did.

"(Y/n)," he shouted before running over and pulling me into his arms. I cringed at the pressure. He stepped back. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I nodded.

When we got back to the motel, Dean sat me down on the bed while he cleaned all of my wounds. Sam had gone out to get food, leaving the two of us alone.

"This shouldn't have happened," Dean muttered after a while. He said that every time I got hurt. "You shouldn't have been dragged into this."

"Dean-"

"I should've kept you away from all of this-"

"Stop-"

"It was selfish of me-"

"Dean," I stood up abruptly. I turned around to face him and sat down again. "Stop it. I chose this life. You know that."

"I just-"

"I know what you're gonna say," I said. "And I get it. You're trying to protect me. I love that. But I picked this life and I picked you. I don't regret an ounce of it."

Dean closed his eyes and looked down.

"I've been hurt, had monsters kidnap me to get to you, and I've seen things that I couldn't have ever imagined," I cupped the sides of his face. "And I don't regret it. At all. Because I love you. I chose to be with you. Against all odds, I chose to be with you. And I am absolutely in love with you."

I leaned over and kissed him gently. He slowly kissed me back. He leaned back a moment later.

"You're stuck with me, Winchester," I said. "Get used to it."

He chuckled lightly, "I guess I can try."

I leaned forward and pecked his lips again, "I love you."

"I love you too," he muttered, resting his forehead on mine.

It was all worth it. He just forgot that sometimes.

Call It What You Want -

Bridges burn, I never learn At least I did one thing right I did one thing right

I smirked up at the demon, not even trying to listen to whatever bullshit plan was coming out of their mouth. I just didn't care. I knew that I was going to be okay.

"Are you even listening," the demon asked.

"No," I said bluntly. "Not even a little. You should work on your presentation."

They tilted their head.

"You don't understand the danger you're in," they replied.

"No, trust me, you're the one that clearly doesn't understand how dangerous this plan is," I explained. "You do know who my boyfriend is, right?"

"That's why I chose you."

"So, you know that you're screwed," I replied.

"You put too much faith in Dean Winchester," the demon smirked.

"Have you seen him," I asked. "Hell yeah, I have faith in him. He's fine as shit, badass fighter, smarter than he lets on-"

"That's enough!"

My ears pricked up at the sound of a car engine.

"You are so screwed," I chuckled, shaking my head.

One day, they'd learn that my commitment to Dean was far more than blind faith.

Daylight -

And I can still see it all (In my mind) All of you, all of me (Intertwined) I once believed love would be (Black and white) But it's golden (Golden)

"What are you staring at," Dean asked.

I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I blinked at him a few times, trying to zone back in.

We were on a drive home, and I must've completely zoned out while looking at him. Sam had stayed home researching something because the hunt had seemed like a normal salt and burn.

He smirked, looking forward again, "I know I'm pretty, but you could be subtle."

I reached over and swatted his arm.

"Seriously though, what's going on," he asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head.

"You know I don't believe that," Dean said. "Come on... tell me."

I looked out the window, suddenly very embarrassed.

"(Y/n)," he put on a singsong voice and poked my arm. "Tell me..."

"Fine, fine," I swatted his hand away from me. "I... I was just thinking about us."

"Us?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"What about us," he asked.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Just us. How happy I am."

"Oh, aww," he muttered. "That's cute."

"Winchester, I swear to God if you're giving me shit-"

"I'm not," he chuckled. "I promise."

"I just... I didn't think I was going to fall in love with anyone," I tried to explain. "And when I considered it... I feared the worst. But... you... proved me wrong."

Dean looked at me again for a moment. I saw the smile on his face.

"I love you, Dean."

"I love you too," he replied, reaching over to grab my hand.

It was all so much better than I could've imagined.

Sam Winchester:

End Game -

I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be Just another ex-love you don't wanna see I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) Like the other girls do

I knew that Sam had hesitations about any kind of relationship.

He was worried about the dangers of the hunting world, and this perceived curse that he had. Many of his exes had died.

Once we started dating, it didn't seem to bother him constantly. He trusted me to be able to protect myself.

However, there were some days where it did seem to get to him.

I would try to be with him most of the time on those days.

We were in the middle of cooking dinner when I noticed how disconnected he seemed to be.

"Sammy," I said.

He hummed and looked at me.

I leaned over and kissed him gently. He blinked at me after I pulled away. I grinned and kissed his cheek.

"What was that," he asked.

"You're stuck in your head," I replied. "I can tell."

"So you kissed me?"

"Distraction."

"Okay..."

"Sam," I grabbed his hand. "You... You know that I'm not going anywhere, right?"

He let out a sigh, "I'm sorry-"

"You don't need to apologize," I insisted. "I just... I am not going anywhere, Sam. I am in this one for the long haul. I promise."

Sam grinned at me. It was nervous. I could tell he was still questioning things.

I pulled his hand up and kissed his knuckles, "I love you, Sammy."

"I love you too."

peace -

The devil's in the details But you got a friend in me Would it be enough If I could never give you peace?

I jumped when I heard Sam yell.

He was sitting up in bed, frantically looking around the room. It was like he was trying to make sure that he was safe. I sat up too, looking to see if I could spot anything.

"Hey, Sam," I said softly, trying to not scare him any further.

He quickly turned his head to look at me.

"What's going on," I asked slowly.

He shook his head.

"Sam," I reached out and touched his arm.

"I... I don't want to talk about it," he muttered.

"Okay," I nodded. "Come here."

I laid back down and pulled on his sleeve.

He moved after a moment of tugging.

His head ended up resting on my chest while his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. I ran one of my hands through his hair.

"I'm not going to push you," I said. "But I want you to know that I'm here. Whatever you need. Okay?"

I heard Sam let out a shaky breath.

"I love you, Sam," I mumbled.

"I love you too," he replied.

I would do anything to help show him how serious I was.

Mine -

Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine

I saw Sam as being somewhere near perfect. Kind and smart. Funny when he wanted to be. He was everything I had hoped for.

He didn't tell me everything about his past until a few months into us being together.

We were sitting outside while Dean was in the bar. We had sat on the hood of the impala. My head was leaning on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around me.

"I never thought I'd get this again," Sam mumbled.

I shifted so I could look at him, "Get what?"

"To experience this," he explained, motioning between us.

That was the beginning of the story. His past romantic... misfortunes, what happened to his mom, how his dad treated him, running away, and coming back.

It all broke my heart. It was the first time he had told me all of it.

After he finished talking, I leaned over and kissed him gently. He only kissed me back for a moment before leaning back and grinning at me.

"Thank you," he muttered.

"For what?"

"Listening," he replied.

"Thank you for trusting me with that," I grinned.

Something in my heart told me that this was shaping up to be the best relationship I had ever had.

Castiel:

mirrorball -

I'll get you out on the floor Shimmering beautiful And when I break it's in a million pieces

Cas didn't know that I didn't need an explanation for what he had done. I understood. And I had long since forgiven him.

"I needed a win for you and Sam and Dean. I couldn't let you guys-"

"Please stop," I begged. I stepped forward and cupped the sides of his face. "I... I don't need you to explain."

"But... I-"

"And you didn't need to come back with a win," I cut him off. "Cas, I love you. I decided that long ago. You don't need to be useful or successful for that. No matter what, I will still love you."

"Why?"

"Because you are the best person I've ever met," I said. "Even without the powers or the wings or the mission. I would still love you because you are still you."

Cas looked down.

"You can rest," I continued. "I will still love you just the same. Kiss you. Hold you. Adore you. I don't need useful. I need you here."

I gasped a little when Cas suddenly kissed me just because of how fast he moved. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved closer to him.

Cas slowly pulled away, "I... I love you too."

You Are in Love -

'Cause you can hear it in the silence You can feel it on the way home You can see it with the lights out You are in love, true love

It had been a rough hunt.

Sam and Dean were in the motel together, arguing over some stupid details. I walked out to get some air. Those rooms can feel so small and restrictive on a good day. When people are fighting, I give up hope to feel comfortable.

I was leaning against the side of the impala when I heard the flap of wings.

"Hi, Cas," I said, not looking at him.

He leaned next to me, "I wanted to check on you."

"How'd you know," I asked.

"I... I just kind of did."

I grinned.

We fell into a comfortable silence after that. This was normal for us. It was nice. We were able to sit quietly and feel a sense of comfort.

Our silence was interrupted by Cas speaking up, "(Y/n)"

I turned my head to look at him.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine awkwardly. I froze right then.

He pulled back a few seconds later.

"I... I think I'm falling in love with you," he said.

"Cas," I muttered. "I'm falling for you too."

Cas started smiling as I pulled him into another kiss.

It was perfect. It was right.

As childish as it sounds, I knew that this was true love.

Afterglow -

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

"(Y/n), it's okay-"

"No, no," I shook my head. "No, it's not okay. I treated you like shit, Cas."

He looked down.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said. "I am so sorry, Cas. You deserve better than that."

Cas stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. I slowly hugged him back. I heard him take a deep breath.

"You don't have to automatically forgive me. I would rather you tell me how you actually feel than spare my feelings."

"I... I don't want to upset you further."

"You shouldn't have to fear holding me accountable," I replied. "I... I love you, Cas. I want to be a good partner. I don't want to hurt you in any way."

Cas kissed the side of my head, "I love you too."

I grinned and stepped back, "Now, how about we talk about this and figure out what actually happened here."

He nodded and took my hand.

I was dead set on having a healthy relationship with Cas. I was willing to do anything to treat Cas the way he deserved to be treated. That also meant calling myself out.

I just hoped he'd stay with me even when I messed up.

Jack Kline:

Hey Stephen -

'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain So, come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else

I should've known that ranting to Sam was a bad idea.

He was sitting at one of the tables in the library. I was standing on the other side. Sam had promised I could talk to him about anything, so I didn't hesitate to rant about my growing crush on Jack.

"I just feel stupid," I explained.

"You aren't stupid," Sam replied. "You're human."

"Humans are stupid-"

"You got my point," he said.

"It's just... Jack is a sweetheart," I started rambling. Every compliment I could think of. "Adorable and too kind for their own good. Awkward, yeah, but in such a cute way. Brave as hell. It's just... gosh-"

"(Y/n)-"

"I just wish I had the guts to say something," I continued.

"(Y/n)-"

"I have faced demons and angels and vampires, but I can't tell a cute person that I want to go on a date with them-"

"For the love of God, please turn around," Sam snapped.

I froze and my eyebrows furrowed. I slowly turned around and saw Jack staring at me. Their eyes were wide, and they were completely frozen.

"I'll let you two chat," Sam nodded before leaving the room.

"I am so sorry," I said immediately.

"Why," Jack asked.

"Because... Because you had to listen to all of that and I ruined everything and I'm sorry-"

"I like you too," Jack cut me off.

I took a deep breath, "What?"

"I like you too," they gave me a nervous grin as they repeated themself. "You're really cool and nice. You've helped me a lot. I... I really like you."

"Oh, well," I looked down for a moment. "Well then, Jack, would you like to go on a date with me?"

Jack nodded, "I'd really like that."

"Good, good."

I looked down again. This was the best way things could've gone.

The Archer -

Can you see right through me? They see right through They see right through me I see right through me I see right through me

I had spent years of my life in the hunting life. I had killed more than I would ever admit to. And all through that, I held almost everyone at arm's length.

Sam, Dean, and Cas were all exceptions to my normal rule. They were aware of that.

Jack wasn't.

I wanted to trust them. I really did. I wanted to feel safe enough to be with them. It just wasn't that easy.

I could work through most days. Hide away from any of the fears in the name of being loved. Jack just made loving someone look so effortless. I wanted to be like that.

Some days... Some days I just couldn't.

I would pull away completely. I would try to isolate myself. No words, no touching, nothing. Jack would be at arm's length again.

Jack didn't like to leave me alone on those days.

They would stay next to me all day. Usually, they would just hold my hand. A small reminder that they were there and weren't leaving.

Kisses were soft and short. Again, they were more reminders than anything else.

We wouldn't talk much. Jack would speak every now and then, but there weren't many conversations.

I would be told that they were there and that they weren't leaving. That they loved me. Anything to help me know how much they cared for me.

They shouldn't have had to deal with this. I never wanted them to.

Eventually, I'd be able to rest my head on Jack's shoulder. I would close my eyes and try to hide from my thoughts.

"I love you," they would mutter to me. "I know your brain is messy right now, but that doesn't change anything. I love you."

I would turn into their side a little more. Their head would lean against mine.

I would slowly start to feel like I was walking out of my thoughts. I would start coming back to myself.

"I love you too," I would mumble back after a while, leaning up to kiss their jaw.

I would always be thankful for Jack being by my side.

It was nice to not have to run.

I'm Only Me When I'm With You -

And I don't try to hide my tears My secrets or my deepest fears Through it all nobody gets me like you do

Jack had teleported us out to the forest that they had started spending time in when they were stressed.

It had become a safe space for us. It was the only place where we could both talk about anything without fearing judgment from anywhere else.

I was so fortunate for that. I was so fortunate for Jack.

The two of us had fallen silent after a while. We were sitting on a blanket, backs resting on a fallen tree, and holding hands.

I pulled Jack's hand into my lap. I started playing with their fingers with a gentle grin. Jack's head rested on my shoulder.

There was a sinking rock in my stomach as I spoke up again, "Jack."

"Yeah," their head popped up so they could look at me.

"I... gosh...," I muttered before taking a deep breath. "Jack, I love you."

I was terrified. It was the first time I had said that. It was new and not knowing how Jack would react made me want to vomit.

I watched as a smile slowly formed on Jack's face.

"I love you too."

I smiled back.

Jack leaned over and kissed my cheek. We both let out nervous laughs before going back to relaxing again.

We didn't have many perfect moments in this life. But this. This was one of them.

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Author's Note: Deadass might be able to make a part two to this because this was more difficult to narrow down than I anticipated. I also could do shit like this with other artists if people wanna see that?

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Karen M. Mcmanus Quote Rp Meme

[Her books include- One of us is lying, One of us is next, Nothing more to tell,Cousins, and two can keep a secret]

'It concerns me you're avoiding a promise not to murder me.”

I solemnly swear not to murder you today or at any point in the future. Deal?'”

“I know what it's like to tell yourself a lie so often that it becomes the truth.”

“I have to figure out a way to live with that, and it won't be by not forgiving other people's mistakes.”

“Things'll get worse before they get better.”

“I want to kiss her more than I want air.”

“I guess we're almost friends now, or as friendly as you can get when you're not one hundred percent sure the other person isn't framing you for murder.”

“We could be surrounded by walking dead in the zombie apocalypse and she’d look for the bright side.”

“Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.”

“These murder club meetings are becoming a regular thing. We need a new name, though.” “I don't know why it's so hard for people to admit that sometimes they're just assholes who screw up because they don't expect to get caught.”

“Unless one of us is lying. Which is always a possibility.”

“Good thing life is long and high school is short”

“love and hope and beauty still exist, even when things seem impossibly dark.”

You're doing better than me. I never stop thinking about kissing you.”

“She's a princess and you're a jock,and you're a brain. And you're a criminal. You're all walking teen-movie stereotypes.”

“I have a really strong feeling that on Wednesdays, they wear pink.”

“You find out who your real friends are when stuff like this happens. Turns out I didn’t have any…”

“I don’t understand why the world insists on stuffing kids into boxes we never asked for, and then gets mad when we won’t stay there.”

“Some people are too toxic to live. They just are.”

“Are we friends, or just a couple of people without better options?”

“We’re endgame”

“Sometimes, you don't know what you want until you see it.”

"He doesn't get to erase you from the world.”

“No matter how awful the rest of my life is, my hair still manages to look good.”

“You don’t think about what’s outside. Or who. Especially if she’s better off forgetting you exist.”

“It's not nerdy to care about fonts!”

“Welcome to life in a small town. You’re only as good as the best thing your family’s done. Or the worst.”

“You can be right in principle and still wrong in approach.”

“People who never get told no are so bad at hearing it.”

“Who do you want to be? The guy who goes along or the guy who stands up? This is the time to decide.”

“I just want to stay wrapped around him for as long as possible, fighting sleep and forgetting about the rest of the world.”

“Plenty of people get cheated on and don’t lose their minds. Take me, for example. I threw a vase at his head and moved on. That’s a normal reaction.”

"I don't need your commentary if you disagree, by the way."

“That's the kind of person you can get away with killing: someone everybody else wants dead.”

“People like to think they're open-minded, but if you toss a tired gender stereotype on their path they'll run with it every time.”

“We’re like the Kardashians, except without any money.”

“Nobody should be that good at so many different things. It doesn’t build character.”

“It means that we’ll wind up together eventually. It might take a year for us to sort everything out, or two, or ten. Whatever. But it’ll happen.”

No matter how much you care about someone, things change when they used to be around all the time an then suddenly, they're not.”

“If I'm not thinking about one shit storm, I have to think about another.”

“Everybody has secrets, that's nondebatable. The only question is whether you're keeping your own, or someone else's.”

“How do you make that choice? Between what you need and what you want?"

“She's a pain in my ass and I can't remember why I wanted to kiss her so badly a few minutes ago.”

“At this moment, I’ve never wanted to do anything as much as I want to grab his face and kiss every inch of it.”

“I’m the omniscient narrator”

“I thought you would look how you talk like a constipated gnome.”

that airhead homecoming princess turned badass ninja investigator,”

“I can’t stop thinking about how rare it is to have someone you can be completely real with, even when things get raw and uncomfortable and a little scary. Especially then.”

“Like we're some kind of hip high school murder club without a care in the world.”

“Because God, it's beautiful when that boy smiles.”

“Leave the past where it is”

“We all make mistakes, right? And almost never see the fallout coming.

“Silence falls as we get lost in our own regrets.”

“If you could be anyhwere in five years, doing anything at all, what would you pick?”

“Apparently if you’re going to bring someone in, you have to take someone out first.”

“The loneliness of that settles over my shoulders like a heavy blanket.”

“I wish he'd listen, because if anyone knows how badly you can screw up your life when you decide you're not good enough, it's me.”

“You gotta shoot your shot when it comes...Who knows if you'll get another chance?”

“Explore the magic of longhand writing. It's a lost art.”

“People get very angry when police officers are accused of a crime, but that anger is often displaced toward the accuser or the victim. The conflict between obedience to authority and personal conscience is well documented.”

“Which I realize is pretty uninspiring, but so is high school dating.”

“Come on, just for an hour till we finish the movie. You can meet my lizard"

“Everyone got secrets right? What really matters is how far you’ll go to protect them”

“In the interest of full disclosure, I stole baby Jesus, and it was definitely to mess with her.”

“Here's the thing about powerhouse people: you have no idea how much they take on until they can't do it anymore.”

“I used to think about that, sometimes, when I wondered what parts of her might still be alive.”

“but if years of reading true-crime books and watching Dateline have taught me anything, it’s this: it’s always the boyfriend.”

That's not a line. I have an actual lizard. A bearded dragon named Stan.”

“You're not perfect. So what? Welcome to the real world.”

“I think the two of them are the real deal. She‘s still the one he wants. She‘ll probably always be the one he wants”

“If I ever actively chose somebody instead of just letting myself get pulled into whatever orbit will have me.”

“Sorry your mom drove her car into a jewelry store while she was high on opioids and had to go to rehab for four months.”

“or maybe we’re finally figuring out that we haven’t been normal for years and it’s time to redefine the word.”

“Well, I'd like to try. If you want to. Not because we're thrown together in this weird situation and I think you're hot, altough I do. But because you're smart, and funny, and you do the right thing more often than you give yourself credit for. I like your horrible taste in movies and the way you never sugarcoat anything and the fact that you have an actual lizard. I'd be proud to be your girlfriend, even in a nonoffical capacity while we're, you know, being investigated for murder. Plus, I can't go more than a few minutes without wanting to kiss you, so - there's that.

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Hey Kiame, just out of curiosity, how come all the members of the troupe aren't apex alphas? Is that something you determined based on their characters or?

Primarily based on character and personality.

- Bonolenov really doesn't react to much but he will fight if the troupe fights. He gives strong nose-blind beta vibes. Content to be with the troupe and help however he can.

- Feitan is a loyal troupe member, but he seems like he hates damn near everyone in every way. A Delta is a loner when mating, but has loyalties and will hold on to those loyalties until death if in a pack.

- Franklin has similar behavior to Feitan, not overly pleased with anyone (other than Chrollo- the apex alpha) but he is loyal to the troupe for life and will die to defend the troupe.

- Machi has the same 'I hate you all' vibes yet is one of the most loyal members, truly caring about the others even as she puts off that 'fuck off' vibe.

- Kortopi always aims to please when it comes to the other members, he is the weakest member and tries to make up for it by being useful. He is a submissive Beta 100%

- Phinks is loyal to the troupe, but always has a helpful soft disposition when it comes to the ladies in the troupe. A woman oriented Beta who is content to assist the females as needed.

- Nobunaga will go with the flow- unless his closest friends are hurt or targeted- and for the most part is fairly chill in a lot of respects. Troupe rules and fairly content to follow Uvogin or Chrollo- his lead alpha- whenever and wherever.

- Shalnark has strong Gamma energy, happy to play and be a member of the troupe, content to do as Chrollo commands and usually fairly chipper regardless of unusual circumstances. He can be terrifying, but he isn't too invested in much.

- Shizuku also tends to just follow the troupe and do as she is told. She may forget many things, but she knows she can do as requested with ease. Not really one to start fights or cause trouble.

- Pakunoda is an alpha because I have the feeling that woman could tell me to strip and I would already be doing it. She has the 'don't fuck with me' vibes that alphas would naturally put off along with a whip-crack of a temper when needed. She can be scary as hell.

- Uvogin gives strong alpha vibes, a real himbo who does have a decent brain, but would rather ride his instincts and screw around instead.

- Hisoka is his own boss and no one can tell him otherwise. He will play along, but he and the rest of the troupe know that he will follow his own beat regardless of who he steps on in the process. He is an apex alpha and knows it, not taking threats seriously because he is a primary threat.

- Chrollo has the brains, the muscle, and the charm. He also does as he wishes and others naturally follow him. He can change his personality and temper to best match the situation. Death is no big deal to him and he does not fear it, but he will take as many out with him on his way. Guided by his whims and vague interest, he is an Apex alpha.

#yandere #x reader #kiame-sama #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere chrollo #yandere phantom troupe x reader #yandere phantom troupe #tw abo #tw pack behavior

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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Church (Choi San) Rated

Pairing: Choi San × Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, College AU, Friends to Enemies(?), Enemies to Lovers (?)

Summary: He used to be her best friend until he abandoned not only his childhood beliefs, but her in the process. One night, he decides to show her a glimpse of what she's been missing out on. Inspired by Chase Atlantic's Church .

Word Count: 6.3+K

Warnings: Mentions of religious beliefs, brazen college parties, allusions to alcohol/nicotine intake, body insecurity (reader has small breasts), oral (female receiving), fingering, nipple play, body worship/praise, slight cumplay, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (always use protection), slight corruption kink, inexperienced reader, experienced San. (Probably forgot something)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers @galaxteez @brie02 @deja-vux @a-soft-hornytiny @multidreams-and-desires @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie

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The infamous rebel let out a pernicious snicker when he saw the serene and usually proper former acquaintance walk in his direction.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or is that really the pastor's prissy little daughter out past her bedtime in a college party?" He found the situation much too amusing that he just had to point it out.

"I have a name you know." The female he was referring to halted in her steps to turn her head and give him an unkind and unfriendly look.

"You have several, actually. There's goody two shoes, priss, prude, prig-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Choi San." She scoffed as she began walking away from him, already feeling annoyed by his presence.

The man trailed after her, his face donning a shocked expression as he flailed his arms around in a dramatic way.

"Guys it's happening! The apocalypse is really here if L/N Y/N has not only attended a wild party full of debauchery, but her mouth has actually uttered out cursed words!" He shouted out, the other attendants either joining in laughing at her or ignoring him in favor of the bottles or sticks in their fingers.

"I'm surprised you even know what that word means." She turned to look at him with a mocking smile, arms crossed over her chest.

"Please, I know a lot more than you have ever pretended to know." He clicked his tongue, elbow coming up to rest on the wall next to him.

"Is that why you turnt corrupt and abandoned everything you believe in?" She couldn't help but spat back at him.

"Hey at least I was honest and didn't hide it like you people who lead double lives. Preaching one thing but living the total opposite. You're all nothing but a bunch of hypocrites." The venom in his voice was unmistakable, nose scrunching up in disgust as he remembered gross sins he had more often than not had witnessed from people who claimed to be pure and holy.

"I do not lead a double life." She remarked.

"Oh really? Then why the hell are you here in a college party? Full of alcohol, drugs and walking STDs? Riddle me that princess." His foot tapped against the floor, patiently awaiting an answer from her.

Y/N swallowed the non existent lump in her throat and turned her gaze to the floor in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to see what it was like. Just once." She admitted begrudgingly, the man in front of her chuckling lowly.

"Well you sure are going to have a lot to confess on Sunday to your dad. Silly girl, walking into the lion's pit like this." He jeered at her.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Just because I came here doesn't mean I've done anything morally wrong." She counteracted his words to which he only snorted.

"Yet."

Tired of his overly obnoxious attitude, Y/N spun on her heel to get away from him, but she spun so carelessly and fast that she ended up bumping into another classmate who unfortunately was holding a full cup of beer that ended up being doused all over her white blouse.

"Oops! Sorry, my bad." He excused himself, looking completely unapologetic about the situation.

Meanwhile Y/N looked absolutely horrified as she took in the drenched state of her shirt that now had the stench of alcohol on it. The fact San was bursting out in giggles only served to make her even more mad.

"Now tell me how do you plan on explaining that to dear old-"

"Can it San or I swear I'll gauge your eyes out." She threatened him as she stormed out the building, not caring that she bumped into a few figures on her way out.

Feeling just a bit of empathy for his old friend, San sighed softly before following after her. Upon catching up to her, he took hold of her wrist and started dragging her in the opposite direction.

"Hey! Get your filthy hands off me! I will not hesitate to scream!" She tried tugging her arm away.

"Calm down I'm not planning on kidnapping or anything like that sweetheart. I'm taking you back to my car."

She let out a dry laugh at that.

"But that's not kidnapping?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have a spare shirt in the backseat that you can change into. Unless you wanna go home smelling like PBR." He looked back to see the mess one more time, lips curling up into a smirk.

Against her better judgment, she allowed him to take her all the way where his car was parked, standing there quietly as San rummaged through the backseat before taking out a clean plain white tshirt and held it out to her.

"Here. Put it on."

She looked at him with a face that asked if he was stupid.

"Well what?" He asked.

"Oh yes..I'm totally going to strip in a middle of the street and let anyone passing by see." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh for fuck's sake, there's nobody here, nobody is going to see and frankly I don't think anyone cares about seeing your non existent boobs." He scorned at her as he gestured to her chest.

"Ok rude and uncalled for." She felt slightly hurt by his comment, having always been somewhat insecure about the size of her chest.

"Don't look." She warned him.

"Not like I want to." He jeered at her as he turned away to not only give her privacy, but to also serve as a lookout for anyone that might accidentally show up and see the scene. He could hear her behind him tearing off her clothes and then slipping it back on.

"Ok there. I'm done." Y/N announced as she stuffed the soiled shirt into her bag.

"Not even a thank you?" San pouted slightly, to which Y/N gave a feigned smile.

"Thanks."

With that said and done, she brushed past him and started walking away, absolutely done with the night.

"Careful not to get caught sneaking back inside your house." She heard San say from behind.

"For your information I'm not living with them anymore. I moved into the dorms 2 months ago." She stated in a matter of factly, a proud look on her face.

"Well in that case....want to ride back with me?" He offered.

"Yeah no, I'd rather take my chances at being kidnapped and then butchered up. Besides, I wouldn't want to cut your wild night short." She declined the offer.

"Stop being so negative Nancy and accept my generosity. Geez."

Running over to her, he quickly snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her shocked exclaims and protests.

"Now this is really kidnapping!" She declared.

"Yeah I know, now shut up before I duct tape that bratty mouth of yours." San grinned mischievously as he tossed her into the backseat and shut the door before striding over to get on the driver's seat.

"Oh come on. Stop looking at me like I'm a criminal. Just because I indulge in a few sins every now and then, doesn't make me into a bad person." He stated when he saw the dirty look she gave him.

"Whatever." She muttered as she locked in her seatbelt.

San opted for just driving back to the dorms and get Y/N tucked in her bed since it was clear to him she needed it.

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"You're lucky my roommate is on vacation, otherwise I would have left your ass back there." Y/N spewed out as she threw her keys onto her dresser.

"Thanks Y/N, I always said you were the nicest and most giving person in the planet." San complimented her as he felt he should given she was letting him stay the night in her dorm after a little tiny incident with his keys dropping inside one of the manholes surrounding the university. And the administration office wouldn't be open til the morning, meaning he was screwed unless his roommate showed up to let him in, but that was a definite no since San knew Seonghwa would definitely end up in someone else's bed and come back til the next day, hickeys plastered all over his neck and chest.

"No, you always said I was the most stuck up-"

San shushed her by pressing a hand over her mouth.

"You dwell so much on the present image of me you drew up in your head that you completely erased the friend you had all those years ago." He slid his hand off her mouth, shoulders slumping down as he turned away from her to crouch on the floor.

"That friend doesn't exist anymore, that is if he even existed in the first place. If I recall, my friend wasn't into parties, booze, vaping, tattoos, piercings and fucking around with every whore in the school."

San didn't say anything as he heard her ramble, he just let her talk away as she started pulling out spare blankets and pillows for him to use.

"My Sannie was sweet, cute, adorable, always ready to lend people help and respectful to others." She reminisced with a sad look. Pulling her expression straight, she laid out the blankets and started arranging them neatly on the floor.

"I still am."

San's voice was so quiet that she barely registered that he even opened his mouth in the first place, but she heard him.

"Maybe if you weren't so puffed up with pride and didn't cut me off after I cut ties with the church, you'd see that I'm still the way I was. You think I changed completely because of ink and metal on my body? Because I wanted to try certain substances and yes, satisfy some perfectly normal and humane needs?"

Y/N averted her gaze from him and continued the task she was in. San let out a despondent scoff.

"Of course you do. And yet didn't I just demonstrate to you back there that I haven't changed? Giving you my shirt, giving you a ride, yeah I know, it's not much and no big deal, but wasn't those the types of things I'd do even back then?"

Y/N's tongue poked against her cheek as she knew she couldn't deny that was San said was absolutely true. He did nothing different back at the party as he used to do years ago. Helping old ladies with grocery bags, giving away some of his clothes to less fortunate kids, he was always known as being such a giving and kind person.....

No wonder so many were devastated when it was announced he had resigned as a member of the church. Y/N herself was hurt and even indignated by his decision. And after that she adamantly refused to see him or talk to him, and of course San respected her decision and avoided contacting her so as to not make her uncomfortable. He understood that their friendship was broken and he wasn't going to overstep boundaries just to try and fix it when the other party didn't want it. So he just decided to live his life as he thought was right without his conscience bothering him. And he was much happier now, he felt free, something that he had never felt before. Perhaps he was so chained down by formality, discipline, strict regulations and even fear that he didn't realize that he was miserable all that time until his eyes were fully open and he found he didn't like what he saw, especially after seeing the dark and ugly side of what was supposed to be a safe and pure sanctuary. He was let down severely and he suffered in the process. But now that was behind him and he had no regrets......

Except Y/N. He truly missed her and her company. As he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor, he found himself unable to sleep as he recalled all those fond times spent with her. The trips to the lake, hiking, first day of school, their first accident after he had gotten his driver's license. He let out an involuntary smile at that memory. Unbeknownst to him, the girl on her bed was equally reminiscing on the old days filled with her best friend. She had been so alone ever since she distanced herself from him, the world now feeling empty and cold without him. Shifting around in her bed, she whined into her pillow as she desperate tried to sleep.

"What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her question startled San momentarily.

"Are you that sleep deprived that you're suddenly asking me to confess my worst sins?" He chuckled amusedly.

"Maybe it'll help me get actual sleep, I don't know. And.... I'm just curious." She clutched one of her plushies and started messing around with it.

"Curiosity killed the cat and I don't think your virgin mind will be able to handle my confession." He asserted confidently.

"I'm not a virgin, but oh well. Just tell me, what's the worst?" Her casual response made San flip out. He sat upright and kneeled at the front of her bed with an incredulous look.

"What do you mean you're not a virgin? When did you-?" He was so flabbergasted he wouldn't even finish his sentence.

Rolling over to where he was, Y/N smirked at him.

"Uh uh. I asked you a question first and you have to answer it before I can answer any you want."

Knowing he had no alternative, San placed his chin on the top of her mattress.

"Had a threesome with 2 of our professors." He laughed when he saw how shocked Y/N looked.

"What?! No way!" She refused to believe him.

"It's true. I won't tell you who they were since you won't be able to look at them the same way if I did...... I'll just dish this: they both got really huge tits and it's a shame they're married." He admitted with a smug expression.

"I can't believe you." She fanned her face which she was sure was now a deep crimson color.

"Ok now your turn. When did this happen? Who was it with?"

Y/N didn't even mind that San got up and crawled into her bed to lay down next to her. His face was rested on his hands as he looked at her with intense inquisitiveness. Knowing she'd have to talk about it sooner or later, she thought it would be best if San was the one to know since he would never tell anyone else and he'd understand since he was tainted as well.

"Remember when that group of missionaries came to stay over at our city for a while back in high school?"

San nodded, vividly remembering everything. Y/N blushed and smiled shyly.

"Do you remember that there was a family with a son our age? Chase?"

San widened his eyes and flopped over on his back as his hands came to hide his face.

"Oh dear lord, please don't tell me it was that Canadian boy." He groaned in pain.

"Yeah....yeah it was."

San couldn't stop cringing at the thought of his friend doing such a thing.

"How even did that happen?" He was so lost.

"I don't know! It just did ok? It happened while we were out in that camping trip. Somewhere there, we were left alone and we started talking about everything and nothing til it spiraled into talking about sex and us being virgins decided to see what was the big deal....." She bit her lower lip as the memory flashed in her mind. Looking over at San, she knew he was judging her as she expected. A tiny snort escaped his lips.

"That must have been the worst 45 seconds of your life." He joked, earning him a slap on his chest by Y/N's hand.

"It was not 45 seconds!............. it was 2 minutes."

San only laughed harder at that, nearly crying from how funny it was to him. He composed himself though when he saw how embarrassed Y/N looked about it. Feeling bad for laughing at her expense, he cleared his throat and patted her head.

"It's ok. First times are always awkward and uncomfortable. The problem was you weren't prepared and you were both inexperienced. He just didn't know how to please you."

Y/N couldn't help herself as she asked:

"And I suppose you can?"

Flipping onto his stomach, San cupped her chin with his hand and ran his thumb across her lower lip.

"Don't tread on dangerous territory little angel lest you want an evil demon to corrupt you." He warned her, and although he wouldn't actually follow through on it, he did want to tease her a little. But he wasn't expecting for Y/N to play along to his teasing, only she was not joking at all as she brought her face closer to his.

"Maybe I want you to corrupt me, show me what I've been missing out on." She brushed her lips against his, tongue daring to poke out and press on his slit briefly, leaving him stunned.

"You have no idea what you're asking for princess." San mused as he held himself back from touching her.

"I know what I'm asking for Choi San and what I'm asking for....is you." She responded with confidence.

Escaping from underneath the blanket that covered her, Y/N reclined back on the mattress, her head laying on her soft pillow as she gestured for San to come over to her, which he promptly did. Parting her legs so he could fit his body between them, he smirked softly down at her eagerness, fingers brushing against the soft skin on her thighs.

"You're serious about this?" He wanted to make sure it wouldn't be something she'd regret.

"I already messed up once, what's one more time gonna do?" She pulled him down against her, not caring when he lost balance and accidentally crushed her under him with his muscular body.

"Besides...." Wanting to further entice him, Y/N brushed her lips against his ear.

"Look at me and tell me you don't want to fuck me. That you don't want to stuff that hard cock of yours into my tight and inexperienced pussy. Bet you're itching to tear into me until I'm crying under you. Don't you want that?"

San let out a moan at hearing such filthy and depraved talk from her. It only fueled his appetite and hunger for indulging in carnal desires.

"Yes... I want that.... I want you."

Closing space between them, San molded his lips over hers, encasing them in a sloppy and wet kiss. Y/N could faintly make out the leftover scent of alcohol and nicotine as she let him taste her mouth, but she didn't mind or felt grossed out by it. She just kept her lips parted and allowed him to move his tongue freely inside her. Cupping her cheeks, San continued to roll his tongue over hers, massaging it gently with both deep yet gentle strokes. When he pulled away, he made sure to tuck her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as Y/N let out a moan that was like music to his ears. Pausing briefly, their lips were barely touching as they breathed in each other's air. San was the first one to break into a smile, the one that had Y/N melting since it displayed his dimples to the fullest.

"Never thought I'd hear that sound come out of your pretty mouth." He teased her.

"S-shut up." She frowned, hand reaching up to smack his chest.

"It's not a bad thing. I like it. Now let's see if I can make sure you keep them up."

Stuffing his face into her neck, San ghosted his lips across her skin, tongue subtly poking out solely to hear her breath hitch slightly. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, his lips opened up so they could firmly latch and spread wet kisses across her neck. Y/N gasped when she felt teeth sink down, head tilting back to give San more room which he took advantage of. Focusing on particular spots that he knew she was sensitive in, he sucked her skin into his mouth. Each time he pulled away, he reveled when he saw the finished mark that was now painted on her skin.

"I would love to see your parent's reaction to my love bites." He brushed a fingers across the newest spot he just embedded in her body, hand then reaching up to suddenly clasp around her neck. Y/N shuddered when his grip got tighter, her oxygen intake getting cut and making her feel hazy, but it was nonetheless enjoyable. Snaking a hand under her shirt, or more like his shirt, San swiped his tongue over his bottom lip as he started to pull the material up.

"How about I make some matching ones all across your pretty chest?"

Before he could lift the shirt any further, Y/N's hand clasped around his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't." She begged him.

San retracted his hands away from her, fearing he made her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized and began to move away from her, but Y/N's hands raked against his thighs to keep him in place.

"No, it's not you. It's just..... if we're going to do this, can I keep the shirt on? I don't...." She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she admitted an insecurity of hers.

"I don't like my chest. My boobs are too small, it's unflattering and I'd rather you not see them." She slowly opened her eyes to see his reaction. San had a sad look on his face, bottom lip poking out as his fingers came up to brush against her cheek. Remembering what he had previously said back in the parking loyal, he felt terrible for saying that ill intended joke about her body. He probably hurt her and he didn't realize it.

"Y/N don't say that. Your chest size doesn't matter. You're beautiful the way you are and I bet underneath that layer is clothing there is the cutest and most adorable set of boobs in the world." She let out an involuntary giggle at his words, letting him run his hand down her clothed sternum.

"But if that's what you want, I'll respect it. Either way, my tshirt looks amazing on you." He acknowledged rather cockily.

Shifting further back, San took hold of the top of her shorts, making sure to look at her.

"Are you ok with these coming off?"

Y/N resisted the temptation to slap the top of his head.

"If you don't take them off, how are you going to fuck me genius?" She retorted.

"You'd be surprised at what I've learned." He uttered, mostly to himself than at her.

Like an expert, he practically tore her shorts down her legs, panties falling to the floor along with them. Y/N let out a soft squeal when he took hold of her thighs and brought her down so his face was at eye level with her most intimate part. San took a few seconds to admire her bare mound, lips parted and threatening to start drooling all over her thighs. Pressing both thumbs against each one is her lips, San pried her folds open, staring intently as he now clearly saw all of her.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna need to prep you real good. I can tell you're going to be really tight."

She wanted to ask him what he meant by prep, but her words got caught in her throat when she felt his tongue delve into her core. She had never felt someone's mouth anywhere near her folds and she regretted not having experienced it before. Her eyes shut tight as she marveled at the sensation of San's tongue lapping at her bud, his lips making sure to enclose all around the flesh surrounding it before giving it gentle suckles. Shaky breaths blew out from her mouth, her legs wanting to close themselves around San's head but his firm grip on her thighs kept it from happening. He kept her knees pinned to the bed as his mouth continued to ravish at her taste, sloppily consuming her heat fervently. Her mind was so occupied in what he was doing that she didn't register the hand that slowly crept away from her thigh until she felt something poke at her entrance.

"Oh-" She gasped, opening her eyes to see what was going on.

"Relax princess. It's just my finger.....for now." He momentarily pulled off her heat to let her know what was happening before diving back in to continue his task of eating her out.

His finger inside her felt a little weird at first, sliding in slowly before pulling out only to plunge itself back into her. During one of those times where she expected him to slide back in, she was surprised when she felt herself being stretched out as San curled a second finger inside her. Keeping them lodged there, he began scissoring them alternatively so he could further spread her walls apart. During one of those movements, his fingertips brushed along her hood, making her hips slightly jolt up into San's face, who smiled against her folds as he now knew exactly where to angle his hips for later. Using this new knowledge, that was probably unbeknownst to Y/N, he slipped his fingers deeper into her, knuckles deep as he moved his tips rhythmically on the the spot he found. Y/N's mouth fell wide open into an 'O' as whiny gasps and airy moans poured out of it. San's mouth latched to her clit and his fingers working deep in her hole was producing a stirring in the lower pit of her stomach that she couldn't quite make out. But it felt good, especially since it continued to grow more and more, almost as if it was a cord about to snap.

"San- wait. I feel, I feel-" She couldn't finish her sentence as her body trembled slightly, a flood of overwhelming pleasure washing over her that was prolonged by San drinking up the juices that spilled forth out of her body. He didn't pull away until he made sure to swallow every drop she had to give.

"Aren't you grossed out?" She asked him, always having wondered about that.

"Nope. I love licking girl's pussies, especially if they're as sweet as yours." He affirmed while pulling his shirt off his body.

Y/N turned her flustered face away from him, keeping her gaze locked on the wall to her right, which was decorated with several polaroids of her with her family, friends and members of her church, some of them even had San in them, back when they were inseparable. Before she could become nostalgic, a strong set of hands clutched her chin and teared her gaze away from the pictures, forcing her to stare at the now naked man in front of her.

"Forget about that for now. Right now I want your full attention on me and what we're about to do. After we're done, that image of a good girl you have will gone." His words seemed to almost taunt her.

Although she tried not to look, Y/N's eyes fell in between San's legs, filled with astonishment when she glimpsed for the very first time at her former friend's member, fully erect and leaking at the tip as it awaited to be hugged by her warm walls.

"Like it? Maybe later I'll let you play with it." San giggled when her eyes shot up at him in surprise.

Placing himself to hover above her, he hummed lowly as he slowly stuffed himself inside her, working her open until he was fully nestled inside her warmth. Although she felt a light burn scraping against her inner walls, it wasn't unpleasant or painful like her first time. She could tell San knew exactly what he was doing as he began rolling his hips. Perfectly recalling exactly where to aim at, he made sure to angle his thrusts accordingly so each time he pushed back in, he'd hit her pleasure spot.

"Oh God-" Y/N exclaimed when he continued to brushed against the hood of her core.

"Really think it's a good idea to call out the good lord's name when I'm balls deep inside your pussy?" He asked with a malicious smirk plastered across his face.

"No baby. Tonight your only lord is me."

Pinning her wrists above her head, San continued pushing his cock deeper into her. The harsh pounding of his hips against hers was becoming louder, their bodies starting to get heated and producing sweat. Y/N couldn't do anything but whimper and wrap her legs around San's waist, keeping him firmly locked to her body. She closed her eyes once more as she felt the same familiar feeling from before start piling up, only it felt more intense and stronger probably due to the fact that she was getting railed to her bed by her ex best friend, whom she still cared about deeply. She was definitely not planning on making up with him this way, but holy hell, she couldn't deny that he was making her feel so many emotions at once. Pleasure, lust, satisfaction, happiness, euphoria, love? Perhaps that last one was definitely a stretch, but she blamed her confused thoughts on how well his cock was abusing her hole. She felt unable to focus on anything except him.

"Clenching so hard around me babygirl. Are you gonna cum all over my cock?"

Slipping one hand in between their bodies, San pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth so it would serve as an extra push to tip her over the edge. Y/N splayed her hands on San's lower back, nails raking against his skin, causing him to hiss.

"Fuck- am I seriously making you feel that good babygirl?" He knew for a fact he was feeling absolutely amazing, her tight warmth gripping along his shaft, making it hard for him to hold back much longer.

"Mmm yeah." She shamelessly moaned.

"Am I better than your first?" Although he already knew the answer, he still wanted to feed his ego and hear her say it.

"So much better! It feels so fucking good." She inhaled sharply when that she began to feel the sensation from before. With even louder cries from before, her body shook underneath San's, blood rushing to her head as an even greater orgasm coursed through her body. She was left speechless, a full on panting mess even after San had pulled out of her after helping her ride out her high.

"Oh geez. Shit." San's voice rasped out as he jerked himself off, his cum painting her thighs white, not stopping until he had finished coating them with everything he had to give.

Looking down at the mess, Y/N couldn't suppress a tiny giggle, one of her hands clasping over her mouth while the other picked up some of his cum and spread it between her fingers.

"Having fun there?" San grinned, finding her fascinated gaze to be completely adorable to him.

"Yeah.." She said as sat up to get a better look at the cum around her thighs.

"Well I was going to clean it off you, but seeing as you're so entertained by it, I'll just leave you with it."

Not forgetting that he was merely a guest, San slid himself off her bed and plopped his tired body onto the blankets on the floor. Closing his eyes, he was thinking he would finally be able to sleep, but he found his plans thwarted when he felt a pair of hands graze across his chest. Looking up, he found Y/N straddling his lap, biting down on her lower lip as she grinded her wet folds along his softened dick which was now becoming hard again thanks to her.

"What in the world are you doing you crazy girl?" He sucked in a breath, not expecting her to suddenly pounce on him.

"I wanna try that again." She pleaded, grinding her hips harder on him.

"Oh my- did I accidentally turn you into a nymphomaniac?" She chuckled at his joke and although he groaned as if he was frustrated, he obliged to her wishes and sat up.

Clasping her waist with his hands, he lifted her up and guided her so she could easily sink herself down on his length. Not letting go, he slowly rolled his hips up, burying himself deep in her body once more. Since they were both still riled up from their previous session, it didn't take long for both of them to start spewing out a clutter of moans and grunts as they once again get lost in a mist of lust that clouded their minds. San drunk up every expression on Y/N's face. Every twitch of her facial muscles, every shuddering breath she exhaled, each time her eyelids shut close, he marveled at seeing her enjoy the experience. He loved seeing her indulge in such an intimate practice with him, more so given how special she was to him, one of the most important people in his life aside from his family. Looking down at her torso, his fingers brushed along the hem of her shirt.

"Please...." His urging caught her attention.

"Please let me see all of you. I want to admire every inch of you and your beautiful body. I promise I won't laugh or judge. I just want to worship you."

Y/N hesitated briefly, still afraid to let him see what was hidden under the shirt.

"It's ok if you don't want to. I won't force you." He shot a kind smile at her as he focused back on making sure to drive his cock up into her.

Feeling safe and knowing she could trust her lifelong friend whom she thought of as a soulmate at one point, Y/N reached for the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off her body. Coming face to face with her bare chest, San groaned in ecstasy as he slid his hands up her body.

"Just as I predicted, you have very cute breasts."

Pulling her chest to his face, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. Y/N's fingers raked themselves through his hair, harshly tugging them when she felt his teeth sink themselves into her flesh.

"Aren't they too small?" She inquired.

Letting go of her breast with an audible pop, San cupped her chin.

"No baby, they're absolutely perfect. They're gorgeous, just like every other part of your body. You're gorgeous, absolutely stunning and holy fuck, you're driving me insane honestly." He confessed, his mouth diving into her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out from being tenderly kissed and sucked on.

His words sunk deep in Y/N's heart. He really did found her beautiful, attractive and it spurred something in her. Feeling a newfound passion, Y/N unconsciously began taking over their movements. Pushing against his thrusts, she began to set her own pace, rutting herself on top of his dick. San of course took notice and was happy about it.

"Oh wanna take over now baby? Well go ahead."

Laying back down on the floor, his eyes stared up at her with lust.

"Fuck yourself on me darling."

Encouraged by him, Y/N began bouncing herself on his cock. Finding an angle that she liked, she sunk down on his length over and over, her head thrown back as she used his body to push her down another spiral of immense pleasure. San just relaxed and admired the way she lost herself and gave into her deepest desires. He loved the way she rode his cock, and he loved feeling her walls tighten once more around his shaft.

"Oh shit- Sannie." She cried out his name as she quivered on top of him, her juices spilling out onto his cock once more.

Knowing fully well she was probably aching between her thighs, San gripped her hips and helped her ride out her climax so the feeling she was going through wouldn't go away just yet. He made sure to be gentle, easing her up and down his cock with absolute tenderness. Once he knew she was satisfied, he pulled her of him and set her down on the floor before sitting up above her body. Just like before, he took hold of his cock and began pumping his cum out of his body, plastering it all across her inner thighs and even splattering some on her stomach. Looking up, Y/N had the same giggly expression as before.

"Does my cum really make you burst into a fit of giggles?" He questioned her.

"I can't help it. It's just... I don't know. Maybe it's the fact it's so dirty and wrong, and then to have you spread it all over my body." She explained, which made San chuckle.

"Maybe I should baptize your thighs with my cum more often." Although he was joking, Y/N was more than willing to take him up on that offer.

"Will you?" She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

San studied her for a moment, before a wicked idea popped in his brain.

"How about you let me baptize and stain that pretty face of yours?"

Getting a hint of what he meant, Y/N got up on her knees while San stood up right in front of her, cock in hand as he brought it up to her lips.

"I hope you weren't planning on going to morning services tomorrow because I'm going to keep you up til morning until your knees hurt."

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Poker Face

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night

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Chapter: 11

Not having Tom around proved very difficult. Even though when he was awake, he wasn't in action. He still was around for his input. Now, it's you guys on your own.

Everyone is recovering at their own speed, moving past their own trails, but that doesn't mean there isn't still a mob to run, so you're definitely busy.

Harrison is getting a lot better, and between him and Harry, it's great to have them both around for help. Harrison still hasn't taken his official seat as next in charge. It got requested by the doctor that most of his time gets spent resting. Not that he's complaining.

Harry can't walk at all. He tried therapy, but it's not happening. He's staying confined to Tom's bedroom, watching over him and taking care of the paperwork while you're making sure his men do as you direct. For them, not much has changed. You've had them still going on deliveries, still making deals, all of it reported back to you. It was surprisingly smooth but still stressful at the same time.

"Uh... Miss Y/n, someone is here to see you," Luke, one of Tom's men, tells you, sticking his head into Tom's office.

You sit behind Tom's desk, doing your best to look like you know what you're doing. You can get into Tom's computer, and the most you can do and understand is watch his schedule so you know somewhat what to expect as far as deliveries and anything his men will report back to you.

"Ok," you nod, looking at the door and waiting for whoever it is to come in. You'd canceled all Tom's meetings, so part of you is a little unsettled by whatever surprise visit this' for, but there's no going back now.

Of course, famous last words. You stiffen when the person steps foot into the office, when he steps into the office. Anthony Mackie. You'd known him before, seeing him in person, but ever since all this ordeal that you and Tom knew he was behind, he never showed his face, staying in the shadows and letting Sabastion do his duty work.

"Mr. Mackie. To what do I owe the pleasure?" You swallow hard, trying to keep the composure you'd held for the past week while leading Tom's men. But, you already know, someone like Mackie wouldn't fall for it. He'd know you were faking. Anyone who knows you would know that. You didn't train for any of this. You're already screwed.

"Well, Y/n, I can't say I'm not surprised to see you here. Where's loverboy?" he asks in his usual nonchalant tone, strolling over to stand in front of the desk that separates you.

"Tom is unavailable right now," you say simply.

Mackie hums, nodding his head as he tilts his head, scanning Tom's office. "Well, that's just a shame, isn't it?" Anthony says, his eyes falling back on you as a smirk set on his lips. He leans down, putting a hand on the desk and getting eye level with you. "When Tom gets back, tell him, or whoever is in charge right now, that the shipments later today will need some checking out. And unless Tom is there himself to sort it out, my boys and I will happily be taking over those docks."

His voice is lowered, meant to be intimidating toward you, which it worked. He flashes you a cocky smile and wink before turning and leaving the office without another word. You stare at the door unmoving, letting the information set in about what he just said, trying not to freak out right away.

"Lucas!" you call, trying to keep your voice from cracking. He comes into the room, eyes wide and alert. "Who's watching front gate?"

"Uhh, Trevor? I believe," he says.

You smile, "Will you please send him in here?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nods.

"Him and everyone that's guarding around the east wing today, please?" you add, a simple look on your face.

"Yes, ma'am," he nods and turns to leave, leaving you in the room for the next few minutes.

Within a few minutes, nine men line up in front of you in Tom's office. "Boys. Do I look like Tom to you?" You ask the question in a simple tone, and it takes them a moment to realize you want them to answer.

"Uh, no," one of them speaks up.

"Mhm. I'm going to explain the differences me and Tom have. Tom has experience in training, can shoot a gun, and can fight. He's an amazing leader who makes great decisions, would you all agree?" They nod. "I, on the other hand, am newer to the leader side of things. I cannot fight, I probably would take a few shots before hitting the right target with a gun, and frankly, I think I'm better at following ideas rather than coming up with them. Understandable?" They nod again.

"One of the things, however, that we do have in common is that we can order something, and it'll happen," you snap your fingers, "like that. Argue with me on that, and of course, you'll see how fast I can get things done. You all still following?" They nod, the expression on their faces showing their slight confusion. "Great, now that all that is out of the way and you all obviously are on the same page," your voice gets louder and grows punctual, "can a single one of you explain why Anthony Mackie walked through these doors without, and single one of you telling me beforehand?"

Silence. "I'm sorry? Am I speaking another language?" you ask, turning your attention down the line to each man. "Landon and Trevor. You both are at the front gate, so why did you not tell one of the others when you saw him drive through the gate or at least stop him?" They all look at you blankly.

"George, you were at the front door, and Jason, you were at the cameras with William. Why didn't any of you stop him?" More silence, you give a sarcastic laugh. "Tyler, Nick, Luke, and Phil, you all were in the hallways leading up to the office. Not a single one of you thought about the fact I'm in here and technically wouldn't be able to fight him? Aren't you all bodyguards? What happened to thinking about safety?" you cross your arms and wait for an answer, the thought of what Tom will do to them when he finds out they let Mackie near you, keeping you going.

"I-I'm sorry, Miss Y/n, it was a bad judgment call on my part," Luke speaks, the others standing in silence.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Next time, make the right call. Now get out of my sight before I decide to have you all put in the basement," you wave your hand and wave them out of the room.

"Hey, Harry," you say as you walk into the room.

Harry looks up at you from the makeshift desk you set up for him while he does work. "Hey," he says. "The doctor came earlier. Tom's oxygen levels were getting too low, so she set him up with some oxygen."

You walk over to the bed next to Tom's, sitting down and scooting next to him, looking at the oxygen tubes that are now around his nose. You sigh and rub your hand through his hair, gently pressing your lips to his forehead.

"Um, there's something we have to figure out," you tell Harry, scooting to the edge of the bed and crossing your legs as you nervously scratch your head.

"Yeah, as always. Things never settle around here," he sets his pen down and looks up at you, "what happened now?"

"Mackie. He was here." Harry's expression falls, his eyes going wide.

"What do you mean?"

"He came earlier. He said that if Tom doesn't show his face at the docs later, he's gonna take them over. Harry, he knows he has to. He knows you guys aren't in condition right now. What are we gonna do?" your voice gets desperate as you keep going, your worry growing with each word.

"Oh god," he runs his hand over his face, "I don't know. Uh, give me a second."

There are very minimal options of what you all could do in this situation. There's no way Tom could make it to the docs. Neither could anyone else with authority to try to bargain. The best option almost seemed to let it go, but you knew you couldn't do that.

The docs he's going for are part of Tom's most important areas for business. If those are gone, he'll be in deep trouble in the future when he needs things done. Letting them go isn't an option, and going on Mackie's terms isn't an option. The clock is ticking, and you guys are stuck.

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i-need-air · 3 years

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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha #noire writes #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #i just wanted to make myself uwu #reader is op

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I'm Right For You [pt.9]

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (general): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

[teaser] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8]

when mark said that he will not touch you, he failed again. you're sore everywhere and exhausted.

"y/n?" mark poked your cheeks but you didn't respond at all or move an inch. you're weightlessly lying on top of him, cheek squished against his hard chest, arms on each side of his head, and legs spread, dick still touching your stickiness. you can still that the mixed liquids are dripping from you and mark also can feel it.

he played the tips of your hair.

"i love you." he whispered on top of your head and gave it a kiss.

"-mm too." you mumbled. he grinned as he fined it cute.

his phone suddenly rang and it wasn't that far so he reached for it. it's his mom. mark answered the call.

"mom?" he answered with forehead wrinkled in curiosity. it made you flinched and made you panic, you stopped yourself from cursing and was about to get off from mark's body but his hand on top of your lower back pushed you down preventing you from moving.

"stay still." he said with his commanding tone. so you did yet hoping that his mom didn't hear him.

"mark, where are you? your classmates are already here, they told me you weren't in class? what happened?" you could hear the concerned mother from the phone. your heart beating fast in panic and nervousness.

shit, they already knew he skipped class?

"where are my classmates? what do you mean?" mark ignore his mother's question on what happened why he's not in classes.

"we have worship service today mark, remember? you even invited your classmates"

you saw mark squeezed his nose bridge, brows furrowed, and he looked like he screwed up. it felt like you're at fault, if only you stopped mark from bringing you here and just pushed him to attend class. the truth was you loved the idea of staying alone with mark but now you could tell, it wasn't a good idea.

"mom, i'm sorry i forgot. it's because..." his eyes landed on you. mark saw your guilty face. he gave you a reassuring smile and caressed your cheeks. "have the headache today, i'm feeling under the weather mom. sorry."

he lied. you bit your lower lip. mark is a devoted christian and he will never lie about this kind of matter.

"oh my, okay okay. do you want us to go there?" his mom asked, totally fell from his son. mark's mom knew his son as someone who will lie and mark never skipped the worships unless he's sick.

"no, mom i'm fine. just have to rest." he replied. his mom told him to get enough sleep before she hangs up. mark placed his phone beside him.

"mark, you did not attend your worship." you were obviously guilty. "we should've gone to school."

mark didn't like the mood you're giving him, he translated it as if you regretted spending your day with him, alone. he also doesn't like that you're blaming yourself.

"but i got to spend my time alone with you, there's nothing wrong with it." mark smiled at you. his smiles always make your heart flutter but, this one... it's strange. "we don't have to worry about anything, won't go to hell for my absence in worship and my grades won't fall for skipping for a day." mark tucked some strand of hair in your face and tucked it behind your ear. there's no guilt or remorse for skipping two things that his world used to revolve into.

"you and me, that's only matters, hmm? do you not like being with me, y/n?" mark eyes were dark and icy, he smiled but it was cold. it made your blood run cold. he was asking you but he clearly was ordering you to answer him what he wanted to hear from you.

but it's taking you so long, mark looked slightly upset.

"y/n?" his hand grabbed your cheeks and squeezed it but it didn't hurt you, it was playfully but it felt like your heart was stabbed by cold spiked ice.

"yes." finally respond to him with a forced smile.

maybe he's lying, maybe he's just making me feel less bad.

you locked your front door and get inside in mark's car.

"how's your sleep." he started to drive the car.

"insufficient, i still want to sleep." you yawned. mark looked at you.

"do you want to sleep in my condo or your house?" he said.

"what? no, i'm good. i'll just sleep in class." you joked. mark smiled but he knew you will really fall asleep especially during pharma marketing.

"so, does your mom know that i exist?" mark changed the subject. you went silent. "no plans in introducing me to your mother?" he was calmly laughing but he's slightly upset.

"ahm no, well... she doesn't even know i gave friends but ahm, if she has a chance to meet ahm..." he touched your hand and squeezed it.

"relax, i know your mom is very busy." mark intertwined your hands with his. you're staring at him.

he's switching mood so fast.

"you're not yet even my girlfriend... yet." he added. he glanced at me and raised his brow but smirking.

"you can ask me again though..." you lowered your voice but you made sure that he will hear it.

his head quickly turned to you and you burst into laughter when you saw his eyes bulging out.

"yow, dude are you serious?!" his voice cracked and you couldn't stop laughing. you nodded your head.

"but mark if you want me to be your girlfriend, don't call me dude. okay?" you teased him.

"then can I be your girlfriend-- wait what?" both of you looked confused.

"mark!" you threw your head back and shaking in laughter.

"I mean, can you be my girlfriend, dang it." you chuckled and squeezed his hand.

"yes." your eyes were locking. "but eyes on the road."

"oh, yes! right!" he panicked.

it's been only 1 hour after you officially became his girlfriend but he's already pouting.

"mark, we should be careful. i don't like to be the center of attention just because you're my boyfriend." you said.

he stayed silent. well, he kept on insisting that both of you enter the school at the same time but you decline it because it's better if one of you go first just to avoid suspicion.

"I'm going first, okay?" you gave him a calming smile but it didn't reach him. he just stared at the steering wheel. you sighed and just stepped out of the car.

when you entered the room, same morning, no one greets you because the only person who greets you was sulking in his car. you sat on your usual chair, your class has no fix seating arrangement but everyone knows that the corner on the fourth row is your seat.

"hey." you looked up and saw lucas sitting beside you.

"hey." you smiled at him.

"where were you yesterday?" he put down his bag. you already prepared your excuse.

"fetch my mom in the airport." though your mom use land transpo.

"oh, i see well mark is absent to- oh hey dude." lucas offered his hand to mark for hand shake.

you looked up, he's infront of you but he's staring at lucas with his emotionless face. lucas fingers where slowly folding because it seems like mark will not take it.

"move, that's my seat." mark's voice was frosty and slightly loud but it didn't raise a pitch.

"dude, you seat everywhe-" lucas didn't finish his word when mark grabbed his shirt. he was looking up to mark who's standing and towering him.

everyone was alarmed and stood from their seats, including you.

"mark, calm down..." everyone was trying to pull you away from him, some were trying to remove his hand from lucas' shirt.

"mark!" you grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away from lucas who's stop dead in track on the seat.

"you thought you can have her just because everyone kept on saying that you and y/n look good together, that doesn't mean you can have her! stay away from my girlfriend!" he spat harshly. everyone saw the mark that they never expect to meet, eyes dark and glaring.

your jaw dropped when he announced your relationship that wasn't supposed to be revealed.

"mark!" you stomp on your feet and tried to pull his arms once more. "mark, let's talk!"

some of your classmates were staring at you and you started to over analyze it. your felt embarrassed and in verge of crying.

"mark, please." you voice was shaking and tears started to fell from your eyes.

when mark heard that voice he quickly went back in his senses and looked at you. he freed lucas and forget that they exist. mark was about to cup your face but you stepped back.

"let's talk, outside."

mark followed you until you reach the front gate of your school. you brought your bag because you haven't remove it from your back and so was he.

"what was that?" you angrily turned to face him.

"he likes you, but he doesn't like you like ido-"

"i don't care about him!" you raised your voice. mark was surprised from your voice and angry face. your chest was heaving and nose flaring, you face is also redden in anger.

you know that lucas doesn't like you anyway which made you angry more.

"i told you, we're not supposed to tell them that we're together."

"i didn't agree, because if i agree with you, that boy will try ask you out." he pointed his finger to you. "why are you so mad, i just tried to warn him."

"you just made a scene mark! that's not you!" you pointed your finger back at him.

"and you're not suppose to be talking to anyone or get too close to anyone because that's not you. i am the only one who talks to you, all these years i am the only one who notices you and they never did so i don't understand how did lucas casually sitting on the seat beside you which is by the way my seat." he growled, his face was inches away from you but his breath fanning your face. he was fuming in anger.

"you are mine, they are not like what you think they are. they are bunch of losers, blood suckers. i lied when i said that they want to befriend you, they never mention you because they don't care. i am the only person who tried to get close to you so fucking stay away from them!" he shouted.

you flinched. you were staring at him as if you're looking for something... or someone.

"who are you?" you whispered. "where's the mark that everybody loves? the kind mark that i always look up to?"

mark face slowly soften when he realized what kind of behavior he was giving you.

"you only like me because i'm kind." he looked disappointed. again, he wasn't supposed to feel that way.

"no, i love you because you're lovely." you sobbed. you bit your lip and burst into tears. you shook your head. "don't go after me." you were dead serious and walked away from him.

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IKEA - Maddison - An Original Story

WARNING/S: Alcohol, mentions of Travis, talk of sex

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"Right, so this is your last bottle" Emma says to Maddie as she walks into her room holding up a bottle of Moscato.

Emma is Maddie's cousin on her Dad’s side. They haven't seen each other since Maddie's 21st last year. Last week she had called Maddie and told her that she had built up too much leave and was being forced to take time off so she was booking flights to come see her favourite cousin.

Poor Misha's ears were ringing from how loudly Maddie had squealed in excitement. The two are close, very close. They've always been more like sisters than cousins. Emma was the first person after Sebastian to know about Chris, she knew before Jensen did.

She's also one of the only people that Maddie has opened up to about Travis and what he did to her outside of that night. Emma knows things that not even Sebastian or her therapist does.

"Can we finish with my bed before you get me completely pissed... please?" Maddie asks, shaking her head at her cousin. They've already gone through an entire bottle of Rosé.

"OK, fine" Emma whines dramatically, throwing back her head. She puts the bottle of wine on the dresser and grabs the instructions.

Maddie's finally found a bed frame, one that she fell in love with the moment she saw it. The "Sagstua" from IKEA. It's a classic metal frame design but with a modern twist. It's black with subtle gold details and it fits in with the rest of her bedroom furniture perfectly.

"OK so, this piece goes here... no... yeah... does it... arghhh, these instructions are a nightmare" Emma complains as she tries to decipher the images on the page in front of her.

"No, they're not. You just don't know how to read them" Maddie says, taking the booklet out of her hand and double checking she has the correct part before she starts screwing it in.

"I know how to read instructions thank you very much"

"Really... because we both know you never read them unless it's for work so it's questionable. I mean, you always sucked at LEGO"

"Yeah well work's life and death, your bed frame isn't" Emma tells her, holding one side of the frame level so Maddie can attach the other. Emma is a MICA Flight Paramedic. She cares for people who are fighting for their lives every single day. She has an amazing track record too, it's rare that a patient dies on her watch.

She's the reason Maddie's dad is still alive. About four years ago he was in a horrific car accident and had to be air lifted to Melbourne. Emma was the paramedic in the helicopter.

Maddie can't imagine what went through her head she arrived on scene to find that the patient was her uncle or what she felt when she was performing CPR on him 10,000 feet in the air.

"Don't move" Maddie says as she shoves a screw into the last hole and starts tightening it down with the stupid allen key that came in the box.

"And... done" Maddie declares, throwing her arms up in the air before letting out a frustrated groan

"What?" Emma asks, already making her way over to the alcohol she abandoned earlier

"My mattress" Maddie whines, pointing to where it's leaning against the wall

"Damn it" Emma says, putting the bottle of wine back down for the second time. Together they manoeuvre the heavy mattress onto the frame before both collapsing onto it out of breath.

"Now all that's left is for you and Chris to break this in" Emma teases, unaware that Maddie has a lot of anxiety about sex. She has her reasons, reasons that only she knows about.

"Oh my god, Em!" Maddie laughs, pushing her discomfort at her cousin's words down deep. She knows Emma didn't mean anything by them. Her cousin just doesn't have a filter, it gets her in trouble a lot. It's one of the traits they share, they say things how they are. More than once Maddie's team have told her to rein it in over her Tweets calling things out.

"What?! You just upgraded to a king" Emma tells her, like she's stating the obvious

"I didn't just upgrade. I've had a king since I brought this apartment" Maddie corrects her as she rolls her eyes

"Whatever... all I'm saying is there's lots of room for... activities"

"We're not there yet"

"So you haven't..."

"No"

"Damn woman. How long's it been?"

"A year"

"Fuck me!"

"Not that it makes much difference"

"What do you mean?"

"Travis was..." Maddie pauses, trying and failing to find the right words. The last thing she wants is to set Emma off. Her cousin is a force. She once ripped part of a guys beard out after she heard him bad mouthing her boyfriend, now husband, Dan.

"Was what?" Emma asks, starting to get a little impatient with waiting

"A dud" Maddie finally says with a shrug. She can't bring herself to tell her cousin the truth.

"How bad?" Emma asks with a slight frown. It's the first she's really heard Maddie talk about sex, well her experience with sex anyway.

"Wasn't bad at the start but after a few months..." Maddie says before mimicking a plane crashing with her hand while she whistles

"Faked it?"

"Every time"

"Ooff, I'm sorry"

"Yeah" Maddie mumbles as she starts to think about the last time she had sex.

"Mads... I'm just gonna say it" Emma states, making Maddie groan

"Oh god here we go" Maddie sighs, knowing Emma is about to say something that's probably going to make her cringe

"Chris gives off big dick energy" Emma declares with a grin

"I'm going to punch you" Maddie informs her, very aware that she's right. Maddie saw Chris, all of him, when she walked in on him that first visit

"I'm sorry" Emma says with a laugh

"No you're not" Maddie tells her

"Nope"

"That's what I thought"

"I'm just sayin... he probably knows what he's doing"

"Please stop"

"OK... ok. Have you heard anything from him?"

"Chris?"

"The other one"

"Yeah. When I was in Atlanta. His lawyer called me. Directly. Said Travis wanted to see me, talk"

"How'd that go?"

"Told them to get fucked"

"Of course you did" Emma laughs. Fuck and every version of it are Maddie's favourite words.

"Oh, did I tell you he tried to have the case dismissed?" Maddie asks, suddenly remembering

"Are you fucking serious?" Emma yells, looking at Maddie shocked

"Yep"

"When?"

"Back in July"

"God"

"It was denied, obviously"

"As it should"

"Then he leaked the info for that article, right after the Captain America announcement" Maddie sighs, she's still being contacted about it.

"Probably pissed your doing so well without him" Emma states. From the moment she met Travis she hated him. There was something about him that didn't sit right but like Sebastian she wasn't going to cause trouble and say something to Maddie because she really did seem happy. She was ready to get on a flight to New York when she found out what had happened but Maddie had begged her not to come.

"That's what Chris said" Maddie tells her, remembering what Chris said when she told him that they had traced the leak back to Travis.

"What does Chris think about it?"

"He was furious... and hurt, for me"

"How's he been with everything?"

"Incredible. Em as soon as I met him I... I can't explain it. There's something about him that..."

"He's different isn't he?"

"In the two months I've been with him I've felt things I never felt with Travis"

"You're so happy. Happier than I've seen you in a long time"

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Maddie asks, genuinely confused

"Because it's true Pip" Emma tells her with a soft smile which in turn makes Maddie smile and her thoughts drift to Chris.

"Maddie!" Emma says loudly, pulling her out of her thoughts

"What?" Maddie asks. She didn't realise Emma was still talking to her

"You didn't hear anything I just said did you?" Emma asks, knowing what Maddie was thinking about.

"Sorry" Maddie mumbles just as her phone goes off. She pulls it out of her pocket and lets out a hum when she sees it's Chris.

Maddie jumps up and races to the kitchen to check the filming schedule she has on the fridge before letting out a squeal of excitement as she returns to her room and jumps back onto her bed.

"WHAT?!" Emma asks, desperate to know what's got Maddie all worked up

"Shhhhhh" Maddie says waving her hand at her as she goes back to messaging Chris.

"You gonna tell me what's got you so excited or do I need to torture it out of you?" Emma asks when Maddie finally puts her phone back in her pocket.

"Chris is going to be in New York next month" Maddie tells her, smiling from ear to ear. She had actually cried after Chris left last time. She really misses him, in a way she never did with Travis.

"Wait... didn't you say you have time off next month?" Emma says, remembering something Maddie told her a few days ago

"Yes... and it's when he's in New York!" Maddie tells her with squeal

"God, no wonder you're so excited" Emma says with a laugh. She can't put into world how she feels at seeing her cousin so happy.

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multifandom-girlie · 3 years

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𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

Imagine: Your parents think your bringing home a boyfriend for Christmas but you don't have one, so you ask someone really nicely to be your fake boyfriend.

Pairings: Human!Klaus x Human!Reader

Warnings: none.

Words: 1895

I was just walking out of Mikaelson Enterprises- where I work as Klaus Mikaelson’s assistant. When I get a call. I look down at the screen and notice an image of my mother pop up. Great. Just what I need after a long day of work. I decided to pick up the phone otherwise she will just hound me.

“Hey Mama. What’s up ?”

“Hello Sweetheart, I just wanted to make sure you were still driving down tomorrow and ask how you are ?”

Crap. I forgot I was meant to be driving home tomorrow.

“Uh yeah, I’m still coming down. Also I’m good, how is everyone ?”

“Good apart from you brother, he got into a fight on his last day of school.”

“Mama, don’t go to hard on him you know he’s having a difficult time at the minute with Dad. I’ll talk to him when I get there.”

“Okay I won’t. Anyway I’m excited to meet this new boyfriend of yours.”

“Uh what are you talking about Mama ?”

“Well you promised you were going to bring your boyfriend home this year so that we could all meet him.”

Shit. When did I say that. Damn my mother for having a good memory at such an old age. What am I going to do ? I could say we broke up….but that would break her heart. Fine. She wants a boyfriend of mine, then she’ll get one.

“Yeah sorry Mama, it must of just flew past me just a moment ago. I’ve had a really long day at work and not much sleep.”

“Are you sure your okay to drive down ?”

“Yeah I'm sure. I gotta go Mama, I love you.”

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

I ended the phone call and stood there debating with myself where to find a boyfriend within the 19 hours before I have to leave. Bearing in mind, I still need to cater to my own needs first like sleep, food and most certainly hygiene. The problem is I can’t just go out on a date and invite him to my parents house. Preferably it needs to be someone that I already know and who doesn't have plans. I’m screwed. I know that everyone I know has plans for christmas. The only person that wasn’t was my boss, but that is in all ways wrong. Even if we have hooked up a couple of times. That’s it, if I promise to sleep with him hopefully he’ll do this for me. God forbid something goes wrong.

I walked back into Mikaelson Enterprises and passed Camille, the receptionist with a big fake smile. She’s hated me ever since she found out I got assistant to Klaus and not her but truthfully it’s because she’s too ditzy and clingy too Klaus, since she has the fattest crush on him but moving on. I got out the elevator, once it reached the top floor where Klaus was. I headed to his door and knocked.

“Come in.”

I opened the door and he looked up from his paperwork with a confused look on his face.

“I thought you’d left Miss Y/L/N.”

“Yeah I did, but my Mom called and reminded me about something. Which is actually why I’m here. Could you please please be my fake boyfriend for the week.”

He looked at me and chuckled. He stood up from his chair and leaned on the front of his desk, just in front of where I was seated.

“Your fake boyfriend for a week ? For what ?”

“Christmas.”

“Where ? Why ?”

“My hometown. Also it’s because my mom thinks I’m bringing home a boyfriend and she’s going to be so disappointed when I don’t bring anyone back.”

“What do I get out of it ?”

“What do you want ?”

“I want to take you out on an actual date afterwards.”

Woah this just went down an unexpected pathway.

“What ? You want to take me out ?”

“Is there a problem with that ?”

“No ! There’s no problem, unexpected is all.”

“Right okay then, I’ll arrive at yours with my belongings tomorrow morning at 9am.”

“Perfect. I’m leaving at 10am.”

I smiled at him and walked out, surprised by what had just happened. Nevertheless, I got home ate my dinner, showered and went to bed.

When I got up the next morning, I brushed my teeth got some coffee and put my bags in the car. Once I was ready I looked at the time, 8:59 am. I heard a knock on the door and thought it as weird that it could be Klaus since it had only just turned 9am. Weirdo. As soon as I opened the door, I led him to my car and drove off just after he had secured himself in.

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13 Hours Later

Luckily Klaus was asleep for the most of it, so I just listened to my music and drove. He woke up with around an hour left on the drive, so we actually had a nice normal conversation. As soon as I pulled up outside the house, my mom and dad were stood outside waiting for me. I got out the car and ran to my dad, who has his arms wide open for me. I jumped into his arms and he held me very tightly and kisses my head. I giggled when he spun me around.

“Hi Daddy, I missed you so much.”

“We all missed you so much more sweetheart.”

I pulled away from my dad and pulled my mom in for a tight hug.

“Hi Mama.”

“Welcome home baby ! Now where is he ?!”

“Oh right.”

I ran over to Klaus, grabbed his hand and quickly whispered in his ear.

“Follow my lead okay.”

He nodded and I held his hand and walked over towards them. We stopped in front of them and my mom couldn’t stop smiling, my dad however didn’t look massively impressed.

“Mom, Dad… this is Klaus Mikaelson. My boyfriend.”

“Mikaelson as in Mikael and Esther Mikaelson ?!”

I looked at my dad confused as he said that, how would he know his parents already when me and Klaus weren’t actually dating. I haven’t even met them and they are the owners of the company I work for.

“Uh yes sir.”

“Dad, how’d you know that ?”

“Me and Mikael don’t get along very well that’s all.”

“Right, well it’s Christmas Eve and it’s getting late already Y/N you’ve been driving so long, why don’t you and Klaus go and unpack in your room and then come down and see everyone to drink some hot cocoa and watch films.”

“Okay Mama.”

I took Klaus in and was immediately bombarded by my youngest niece, Skylar.

“Hey Sky, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too Auntie Y/N, who is this ?”

“Sky, why don’t you give us 5 minutes and then I will come down and tell everyone okay ?”

“Okay Zia.”

I smiled at her, loving the fact she’s started to embrace her Italian side now than pushing it away.

“So that’s why I don’t understand you when your mad sometimes ?”

“What do you mean, Klaus ?”

“I mean, you speak Italian when you get mad.”

“Oh right, yeah I try not to but it’s just natural.”

“So your fluent ?”

“Oh yeah my whole family is, I was actually born in Italy but we moved here when I was 2 for my Dad’s work, since he used to work in the army.”

“That’s quite cool.”

“Thankyou.”

We headed to my room and I started to unpack until I saw him just standing at my door, not doing anything.

“You know you can unpack if you want, I’ll leave you 2 drawers. There’s not much room elsewhere in the house with everyone here. So your gonna have to stay with me.”

“Okay.”

When we finished unpacking, we headed downstairs so I could introduce everyone to Klaus and reunite with my family.

“Hey everybody !”

Everyone turned around with massive grins and I managed to get around and hug everyone.

“Before we go any further, everyone this is my boyfriend Klaus Mikaelson.”

“As in Elijah ?”

What the hell is with my family knowing everyone but him in his family.

“Okay wait, your the second person to mention another one of his family members. Who else knows any Mikaelsons ?”

Three of the eleven-excluding myself and Klaus- raised their hands. My younger sister, my father, my younger brother and my sister’s boyfriend. Eventually, we found out Camilla had slept with his older brother Elijah, my father we already knew had met his parents, Christian used to be friends with Klaus’ younger brother Kol and Blaine used to date Rebekah and while back.

We eventually got over that and sat down as it was late already to watch a film and drink hot cocoa, I felt bad about leaving Klaus isolated from everyone even if Skylar was fussing over him. So I sat next to him on the couch and put a blanket over us before the film started and Skylar relaxed on the other side of me, hugging my side.

Twenty minutes into the film, my nerves from sitting next to Klaus watching films and drinking hot cocoa with my family lessened and I relaxed a bit more. That was until, Klaus put his arm on the back of the sofa and I started to fall asleep-causing me to fall into his side. When my head hit his chest, my eyes opened immediately almost as if they never closed in the first place.

“Sorry, I’m so tired.”

He chuckled and rested his hand on the side of my head bringing it back to his chest.

“It’s fine, it’s what couples do…also you have been driving all day. If you fall asleep, I promise I will take you to bed.”

I looked into his eyes and smiled before I pushed the boundaries I had made in my head and wrapped my arm around his stomach. My fingers brushed against the warm skin on his stomach as his sweatshirt had rode up a bit. I blushed very much and I’m return I felt a chuckled vibrate on my cheeks and Klaus’ hand rest on my hip as my shirt had rode up a little too. I looked up at him and without even taking any thinking time his hand gently but quickly pulled my lips closer to his and pressed them against mine. We made out for a few minutes before pulling away.

“There’s nothing weirder than making out with your boss whilst my 9yr old niece is staring at us.”

We chuckled and looked at her and she immediately averted her eyes.

“I don’t care who’s watching, I’ve wanted to do that for years.”

“Seriously ? Why haven’t you ?”

“I can’t make a spectacle in the workplace.”

“Your such a twat, Thank You for doing this. Your making it hard for me to say no to that date you asked me on. Unless you promise me that is not the last time you kiss me like that because…wow.”

He chuckled and kissed me again. I can quite easily say that I do not regret lying to my mom for once in my life. If it wasn’t for me lying, I wouldn’t have got this opportunity.

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I'm kind of curious on what your opinion with Mammon and his brothers treating him not okay... like I understand the brothers and teasing sometimes but sometimes I think they go too far and they're they don't understand there's a line that doesn't need to be crossed. I'll be honest if I was mammon I would have broke a long time ago...so I really don't understand why he stays I mean understand family and all but since their demons do they not have the same morals as humans? Like treat them with love and respect because you don't know when they'll be ripped from your life... but you understand what I mean right why does Mammon and endure it. I would have broke a long time ago unless he's broken now and it doesn't hurt anymore like he...snapped and all the insults that are thrown at him mean nothing... And he fakes his emotions or is he used to it it kind of bothers me and I stay awake thinking about this... Because it seems like his brothers just don't care so...also love your writing

I’m gonna preface this with saying that I firmly believe in the idea that you can’t hold fictional demons to human moral codes. There’s been so many things they’ve all done that would be considered crossing a line for us, but to them it’s totally normal. We’re talking about a species that has no problem killing and eating humans. Belphegor has literally killed the MC, and no one really cared about it once they were brought back. So considering the fact that murder doesn’t cross a line for them, I don’t think you could consider words, even if they’re extremely hurtful, to count as crossing a line.

(This got long, so the rest is under the cut)

You bring up a really good point of treating family with love and respect because you don't know when they'll be ripped from your life, but again I don’t think that matters quite as much for demons. Not only do they have an insanely long lifespan, but they are also much tougher than humans. The brothers don’t need to have the constant worry that they might loose Mammon suddenly, especially since he’s one of the strongest demons in the whole Devildom.

When it comes to Mammon himself, while there are times where the words and aggressive teasing get to be too much, it never gets to the point where he changes his behavior due to it. He still tries going through with schemes that never work and goes around antagonizing his brothers.

This next part is personal speculation, but I feel like Mammon knows that his brothers often don’t mean the things they say. If we keep in mind the fact that Lucifer was created before all of humanity, then the brothers have been together for at least 200,000 years. On top of that, they all followed Lucifer into a rebellion, they all fought together and fell together. That’s not a bond that can be easily broken, which is why Mammon stays. They’re his family and he knows they care about him, even if they have a piss poor way of showing it.

As well, Mammon could easily stop them if he really wanted to. The only one who’s stronger than him is Lucifer, yet Mammon’s still faster if I remember correctly. In a way, the teasing lets his brothers air out their frustrations, which really isn’t healthy, but Mammon would rather have them be mean to him than mean to each other.

I’d also like to bring up that the brothers seem to stick to the same two insults constantly, which makes it easier for Mammon to tune them out. Mostly they call him dumb if he screwed something up or a scumbag (which, considering that he literally steals and sells stuff that his brothers care about, isn’t completely untrue). If they deviated from that a lot and insulted him about everything, I don’t think Mammon would handle it as well, but they don’t. They also complement him too, mostly on his looks and modeling gigs, but sometimes on his math abilities, emotional control and power.

So basically, is the way they act towards Mammon healthy or ok? Not at all. But does it make sense for who and what they are? Yes. I hope this makes sense? The way I think about it in my head is complicated, but I think this covers the basics of my thoughts. Obviously this is just my opinion, you don’t need to agree with me!

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For the headcanon thing

I think Hatter likes to watch bad movies. Like the really bad ones. The ones that make you roll your eyes/laugh/cry at every single thing about it, doesn't matter if it's plot or acting. But you know what he loves more than watching those awful movies alone?

Watching them with someone else.

"hey, Mori, wanna watch a movie?"

"...no."

"c'mon, you'll like this one."

"no, I won't."

"...no, you won't. But I will enjoy your presence. C'mon bro, do it for the sake of bonding time."

"*sigh* fine..."

(inspired by real life events)

💕 Sleepover 💕

Rating: PG13 for language and alcohol consumption

Relationship: Takeru (Hatter)/Aguni

Tags: banter, friendly insults, Just Guys Being Dudes, drinking, swearing, love confessions (sort of), They Talk A Big Game But The Love Is There

Bangbangbangbangbang!

“Mori!”

Bangbangbangbangbang!

“Moooooori, let me iiiiiiiiiin!”

Clunk!

Click!

Creeeeeeaaaaaak!

Aguni opens his apartment door, wincing at the slap of summer heat that greets him as he does.

“C’mon man,” an overheated and impatient Takeru implores, “it’s miserable out here!”

“You bring me samosas,” Aguni asks, crossing his arms across his chest, “Because I’m not letting you in without my samosas.”

Takeru’s face twists into a look of shocked indignation.

“Would you really leave me—your best friend on this beautiful green Earth—to swelter and die on your doorstep in this blazing summer heat…all because I forgot the samosas?”

Aguni considers.

“No. I’d ask you to swelter and die in the parking lot. Neighbors’ll kick up a fuss if you block the stairwell.”

“Well it’s a good thing I got two orders this time,” Takeru shakes the bag enticingly, “so we don’t even have to share.”

“Someone’s splashing out,” Aguni murmurs, taking the bag from Takeru’s outstretched hand and standing aside so the man can enter his home, “Don’t suppose there’s a reason for all this…”

“Maybe I just wanted to be nice,” Takeru says flippantly, toeing off his shoes, “a little ‘thank you’ for welcoming me into your home.”

Aguni carries the bag of food over to his coffee table and sets it down, being careful not to disturb the place settings he had so thoughtfully arranged. Two plates, two spoons, two glasses of water—all neatly placed in the center of his new, sage-green placemats.

Hopefully nobody spills curry on them.

“You brought one of your weird movies again, didn’t you?”

Takeru rolls his eyes. Shoving his arm into his messenger bag, he rummages around its contents for a moment before yanking a dark, thin rectangle and holding it up for Aguni to examine.

“The 1977 horror classic, House,” he explains with an edge of exasperation, “is a critically-acclaimed work of art that has been inspiring both film fanatics and the average man for nearly half a century.”

“Straight from the back of the box,” Aguni mumbles, opening the stapled-shut paper bag and peeking at the containers inside, “Anyways, I thought you didn’t like scary movies.”

Takeru scoffs.

“Not sure what gave you that idea,” Takeru says, shoving his feet into his slippers—yes, his slippers, black velvet with red-and-gold dragons embroidered on the front because ‘I’m here enough to warrant my own damn slippers’ and ‘these are fucking awesome,’ “We saw Hereditary in the theater!”

“And you were scared the whole time,” Aguni points out, gingerly lifting their food out of the bag and arranging the containers on their respective plates, “You had to sleep with the lights on for a week. Screwed up your cat’s sleep schedule and everything.”

Takeru swans his way over to Aguni’s refrigerator and opens it, more or less sticking his whole head inside to examine its (admittedly meager) offerings.

“It’s not my fault that Ziggy is such a smart, beautiful boy who knows what ‘lights out’ means. And besides,” Takeru says while examining the bottle of white wine Aguni had put in to chill, “I’ll be staying here tonight, so it won’t be an issue.”

“So the cat gets to sleep, but I don’t?”

“You, my dear, get a evening of my company, complete with scintillating conversation, cultural enrichment, and—as we have already established—your very own order of samosas,” Takeru calls out from the kitchen, rummaging for a suitable pair of wine glasses, “And besides, I plan on sleeping deeply and comfortably knowing that any and all monsters would no doubt eat you first, giving me ample opportunity to flee the scene…”

Aguni lifts the lid off his curry, admiring the rich yellow hue and inhaling its bold spices. There are even a few extra chilis lying on top, which is a lovely surprise.

Takeru arrives at the table, glasses in one hand and wine in the other. He gives the spread a discerning once-over and then a nod of apparent approval.

“Anyways,” Takeru says, twisting off the top of the wine bottle (not without giving Aguni a look of distaste as he does it), “I’m a bit disappointed in you, Mori-chan. I thought you’d fight me more on this one…”

“It’s a losing battle,” Aguni concedes, sitting himself down in his usual spot and turning on the television, “I have too many brain cells and not enough patience to go through the usual theatrics.”

Takeru hands him a generously-full wine glass—not as full as his own, of course, but still more than what the average person might pour.

“This’ll help the brain cell problem,” he says with an over-enthusiastic smile, “probably the patience, too. Wine makes you sentimental.”

“Hmph.”

“See? It’s already working.”

“Yeah, well,” Aguni grumbles, taking a small sip of his beverage, “better get the movie started before I change my mind.”

Takeru begins his usual indignant grumbling as he fumbles with the DVD player. Aguni could help him, but, frankly, it’s entertaining to watch his friend struggle with the simple electronic setup.

When Takeru manages to get the tray open, he gives a small cheer of victory. Aguni stifles a smirk.

Hopefully the movie is this much fun.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

“Mori. Hey, Mori-chan.”

Aguni rolls his eyes, and then himself onto his side to face Takeru.

“What,” he grumbles, squinting in the dark as he tries to make out the other mans’ shape, “piano thing still got you upset?”

“It ate her fingers, Mori,” Takeru whisper-shouts, “and then it got the rest of her too! That’s enough to upset anyone!”

“It wasn’t even that scary,” Aguni mentions, shimmying his shoulders in order to find a more comfortable spot on his futon, “besides, you don’t even play piano, so you don’t have to worry.”

Takeru is silent for a moment—a blessed, beautiful moment.

“I guess you’re right,” he says after his brief contemplation, “but that’s not the only thing on my mind.”

“I’m guessing ‘sleep’ isn’t one of ‘em?”

Takeru scoffs. There’s a shuffling and fluttering sound from his neighboring futon as he turns to face his disgruntled companion.

“In due time,” Takeru says, “what plagues me now is more of a philosophical question.”

Aguni sighs.

“Remember the part where that guy got turned into a pile of bananas?”

“Yeah,” Aguni responds, “that was weird.”

“What if that happened to me,” Takeru asks, sounding genuinely concerned, “would I turn into a pile of bananas, or would I be a different kind of fruit?”

Oh, you’re different alright, Aguni thinks to himself, but he knows better than to say that out loud. Takeru’s using his ‘this is going to keep me up all night unless you give me a good answer’ voice, so Aguni starts thinking about how best to answer.

“I think you’d be melons,” Takeru concludes, “yeah…definitely melons.”

“Because of my round head and lack of hair?”

“No,” Takeru snaps, “well, that wasn’t my original thinking.”

Aguni subtly checks his phone—half-past one o’clock in the morning, too late to send Takeru home on a train to ask his cat these burning questions instead of him.

“Why,” Aguni asks, “do you think I’d be melons?”

“Well, like you, melons are strong and tough on the outside. Make a nice thud sound when you smack ‘em.”

“So do I,” Aguni mentions, “if you get the right spot. But I also hit back, so that’s not very melon-y, is it?”

“Hm. I suppose not. But,” Takeru says, “where you really start to resemble the melon is on the inside.”

“Inside, huh?”

“Yeah,” Takeru considers for a moment, “underneath all that tough rind, melons are soft. Sweet, too. Nothing fancy, they’re not trying to prove anything, they’re just…good. Like you.”

Aguni hadn’t been expecting something so…sentimental. It’s a touching departure from their usual quips and playful jabs, and it makes something warm and kind of familiar bubble up in Aguni’s heart.

“And also,” Takeru tacks on, “they’re green. And green is your favorite color! So it’s perfect.”

“I think you’d be a strawberry,” Aguni says after a beat.

“A strawberry? You mean only one?”

“Only one,” Aguni confirms, “but one of those fancy designer ones, the kind they grow in those hydroponic farms and sell in department stores for thousands of yen.”

“I heard about a guy who got murdered at one of those places,” Takeru says, “some yakuza guy who was selling weed on the side, someone put a hit out on him and used the body for fertilizer.”

“That’s…disturbing,” Aguni replies, “but that’s beside the point. Don’t you want to know why I think you’d be a single strawberry?”

“Is it because they’re red?”

“Sort of,” Aguni says, “Got a lot of seeds, too. Get stuck in your teeth pretty easily, if you’re not careful.”

“I am rather tenacious.”

“You are.”

Aguni considers his next words carefully. His relationship with Takeru is…complicated, and uncertain, and if anyone ever asked him what they ‘are’ he wouldn’t know how to answer.

“Strawberries are sweet. They’re sour, too. You’d know the flavor anywhere. And you…”

He pauses. Takeru, for once, doesn’t try to fill the silence with his own voice.

“…Well, those designer strawberries are all one-of-a-kind, just like you. So that’s why there’s one one,” he says slowly, “and I like strawberries. Might even, uh…love ‘em.”

“Oh, Mori…”

Something flops onto Aguni’s blanket—once, twice, and ah, it’s Takeru’s hand, and he’s looking for something. Aguni slips his arm from under the covers and covers Takeru’s hand with his own. This is apparently what Takeru had been searching for, because he pulls Aguni’s hand closer to himself.

“You know,” Takeru says, “now that you mention it, I think I might love melon, too.”

Aguni feels lips against the back of his hand—a soft kiss, gentle, a reassurance as much as an act of affection—and he’s glad for the dark of night that hides the blush of his cheeks.

“I feel better now,” Takeru announces, giving Aguni’s hand a light squeeze, “In fact, I think I’m falling asleep as we speak…”

“Hmm,” Aguni hums in agreement.

He’s still holding Takeru’s hand, and Takeru, his—neither seem too keen on letting go, at least, not for now.

#alice in borderland #hatter #danma takeru #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #writings and such #aguni morizono #hatter/aguni #I didn’t go with ‘bad’ movie per se but like…..if you’ve seen it you know #‘house’ is a FUN movie and I like it very much #I tried not to spoil too much in case you wanna watch it yourself!!!#we need more of them being cute together

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Excuse me what.

Maeda, you fucking owe me Ohagi for this pervert writing. This really looks like some ecchi shits going on. But we all know that Sanemi is also drunk on that respect women juice.

As you can see or know, there are no bras used by women in Taishou Era unless those who live in big city like Tokyo (after Western influences). They used some sort of bandages to cover their breast.

You know what's coming.

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Pillar! s/o (NSFWish Warning: Explicit words)

After some incident, you are injured and Sanemi brought you to small village for temporary treatments. He couldn't reach out Kakushi because your crows and Sanemi's are both injured.

Like always, when you woke up, Sanemi will scold you with loud voice and the person who treat you, were too afraid to make him calm down.

"Sanemi, lower your voice. It's not just us here."

Both of you planned to leave in the morning, considering the demons were hiding and it's great opportunity to take a breath.

"It's a new type demon which attacked you yesterday. We had to go back to headquarters as fast as we can and report this to Oyakata-sama."

"You could leave me, I'll catch up."

"No. I won't. Beside, you are the one who recklessly encountered that demon. You should be the one who report it to Oyakata-sama."

Sanemi, the thick bull-headed, will never say that he didn't want to leave because the male villagers were eyeing on you.

When you got better, you asked about your swords and uniform.

Your sword was fine but your uniform is another story. It torn up and was really in havoc. You saw it with your own eyes. With all of these shreds on your uniform and the pants, it's miracle you still alive until now. You couldn't distinguish between mere fabrics or Demon Slayer Uniform.

Which is really bad.

This village was poor. You wanted to buy their clothes, and that's the problem. The women here only have one or two kimono at the moment. But luckily, there was one girl who let you buy her kimono. It's pink and not really in good shape but at least you could wear it. Of course, you willingly to pay her.

"What you are talking about? Buying their kimono? How did you defend yourself from the demons' scratches?" Sanemi scoffed. He pulled something from his bag. "I got one spare."

"You do? Is it yours?"

"No, Maeda gave me. I don't know why but that woman just shoved this too me. 'In emergency case for (y/n)', she said."

"But still, I need kimono to disguise myself. We are going to across the town. My haori was ripped too."

The morning comes, and you get ready for your trip back to headquarters. You started with your clothings. You wrapped around the bandages, covering your breast.

Sansmi already gave you the uniform, so you just grabbed it out from the table, and started to wear it.

"...it's not pants? This is a skirt?" You frowned. "Whatever."

Sanemi was waiting outside the room, crossing his arms while sitting on the engawa.

"Hey, are you done?!" He shouted to you, impatient.

"Wait a minute."

You maybe sounded calm but you literally sweating over the uniform you wear.

The skirt was short. It's not even reaching under knees, and only covered half of your thighs. But more importantly,

"Hmmnngghhh!!!"

You tried your best to button your upper front uniform. You held your breath, deflated your chest. You pulled the button, and reached the hole on the other side.

But you make it worst. The button snapped from its place and fell down onto the floor. Your peevish head became angry and tried with another buttons.

Until there are no buttons left. It all fell down and you just stared at them in defeat.

For fuck sake, (y/n), you're so fucking dumb

"IT'S USELESS!!" You stood with your knees and palm, feeling super tired from just an attempt to button your front. How should I cover my chest when the battle start?! Maeda you siiiiiick!! If you really wanted to help me, then at least make the bigger size. I'm not Sanemi or Mitsuri!!

"Hey, what are you complaining about?! If you didn't out in 1 minute, I'll leave you!"

"Wa- Wait! Aaah..." There are no time left to fix the buttons, so you just let it be showing your bandaged cleavage and wear your kimono as double.

It's actually worst than Mitsuri. Mitsuri's still buttoned her highest and lowest part of the uniform. But you? All of the buttons didn't compromise to your luck today. It showed more skins than you thought.

Maeda, curse you.

You opened the door. Sanemi was so mad the irk mark on his forehead appeared.

"I- I'm sorry. Hahaha...." You felt so uncomfortable under your kimono, but you did your best to hid it.

"Tsk. Nevermind. Come on, we're losing time."

You leave the village along with Sanemi. Your crows resting on your shoulder. You patted its little head.

Of course, it didn't always go well like you predicted.

When night comes, the same type of that demon attacking both of you again. You still put your kimono on. It limited your movements.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY DID YOU KEEP YOUR KIMONO?!" Sanemi shouted towards you, still busy dodging the attacks.

'I will just being a burden if-'

You gripped your sword, panicking. Should I? Should I put out my kimono?

"AAAHHHH SCREW IT!!" You put off your kimono, throwing it out to nowhere.

He stopped for a moment, mouth opened.

The demon slapped him out, make him flew away and hit the tree.

"Wha- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR UNIFORM?!" He screamed.

"Huh?!!! I don't know, it didn't fit to me!!"

You finally revealed your front-opened button bandaged cleavage, and your short skirt. You kept your distance while shouting 'Quick, it will attack again!' to Sanemi.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! THE FRONT BUTTON?!" He propped his feet on the ground.

"I broke them all!!" You spinned around, almost got clawed but it managed to reach your bandage.

It ripped out.

Ah shit, here we go again.

"I HATE THIS AAHHHH!!!" You screamed in embarrassment, starting to think that this demon is a pervert.

Sanemi tried to not too distracted by your chest, attacking from the other direction. But he can't, he simply can't.

"THE ENEMY IS IN FRONT OF YOU SANEMI, NOT ON MY CHEST!"

"SHIT, I KNOW!"

You crunched your knees to the ground, making brake motion so your body wasn't bounce back.

But that's not the only who visibly bouncing right now.

"Sanemi, we should destroy the middle core first." You panted. He couldn't focus, he couldn't focus at all while looking at your bare breast, making up down motion. "Hey, Sanemi!!"

"FUCK!" He jumped first. "Cover your chest!"

"Wait, it doesn't have to do with my chest?!"

He didn't know what to do anymore, it was like BOOM. His mind couldn't be clear, he can't concentrate on his next move.

The demon was easily swinging its claw and spinning its hand around. It resulted with Sanemi injured on his forehead while you got crossed wounds on your chest.

"(y/n)!!!"

"Don't mind me!!" You landed on the tree, panted for a while before jumped again towards that demon.

"Breath of Wind, second form!"

"Third form!" It finally worked out, it's finally annihilated.

You huffed, gasped for more air. You put your hand on your chest, fresh blood from the cuts was flowing out.

"It seems that the injury wasn't that deep." Sanemi approached you. He wiped the red liquid on his temple carelessly. "Why don't you say that the uniform didn't fit for you?"

"We're in hurry, remember?"

"So, you walked around the town... With that."

"Look, I don't want this, but I have no choice, okay? Besides- Ow."

The sharp pain came again, you held your wounded chest.

"Nevermind that, come here. I'll stop the bleeding."

He found an abandoned post in that forest. Ordering you to sit down, he started to prepare the emergency treatment.

It's not just a mere flush, his face was burning when he sutured your breasts. Focus, Sanemi, you're the one who offering her help, are you?

"What are you blushing at? We've done 'that' for many-"

"Shut up! It's different!"

Well, it's actually embarrassing though, you bite your lips, averting your eyes to somewhere else.

"Nnh..."

"Hey, don't let out weird sound."

"It hurts..."

"Hold it." He tried, tried so hard to keep focusing on your wounds. His heart throbbed, it was like asking him to let it out from his ribcage.

He had to admit that you looked enthralling in this shape, torn uniform, some scars on your skins that never make him bothered, you shivering under his gentle touch while trying to maintain your preposition.

It's all perfect that he had to hush his bulge under his pants to calm down.

"Done." He stood up. You opened your eyes, letting out relieved breathe. "Could you walk? Or should we stay here for awhile? If it's still hurt, I could bring you to Butterfly Estate."

"No, you're injured too. Let's rest here together."

It's your turn to take care of his wounds. He sat down on the wooden board. Your knees propped you up, making creak sound on that board. You kneeled in front of him, wiping the blood out of his temple. You disentangled the bandage on your hand, starting to wrapped his injuries on the head.

Didn't realize that Sanemi kept staring on your chest, really close to his face. Your breast was jiggling lightly, following your movements while busy bandaging him.

Hold it, hold it, Sanemi. Not now.

His half-lidded eyes were hazy. Unconsciously, he moved his head towards, kissing your wounded chest.

You jolted a bit and looked down, the sting pain and his soft lips were mixed on your skin, making tingling sensation.

"Sa- Sanemi? Ow..."

"You're lucky that it's not poisoned." He hugged your under breast, still kissing your tender skin lightly.

"I- I guess." You made ribbon shape like on his head, pushed him slowly with your hands on his shoulder. "I- I think we should inform the Kakushi, about... The uniform and maybe better treatments. My crow has healed and could fly again."

"Right." You send message thorough your crow and after some flapping test, your crow flew away from your place.

Sanemi put his haori and uniform off, he's only wearing the white shirt now.

"Get some rest." You nodded, laying down and sleep sideways. He covered your with his uniform and your lower part with his haori. "I'll guard this area."

"With this thin clothes, you'll get cold." You pulled his shirt, shyly. "Would you mind sharing?"

"What sharing?"

You guided his hand, made him sleeping beside you. You lifted his uniform and covering both of you.

"Now, this is fair." You hide under his chin, putting your face in front of his chest. "We could share warmth together."

"I didn't mean to sleep. Who will prot- "

"Morning will come soon anyway. Just 1 hour rest."

"Argh, fine!" He pushed your back head, bringing him closer to his chest. He put his chin under your head, hiding his red flush because he could feel your breast against his bare chest.

Both of you eventually fell asleep while hugging each otherz with legs slipped into each other.

"Hey, wake up." After some time, he slowly shook your body. You rubbed your eyes and propped your weight with your elbow. "Here's the new change."

"Hm? Where did you get this?"

"Maeda came here."

"She did? Where is-"

"Yeah. Don't worry about her. Now, change. Quick."

"O-Okay." You started to put off your rotten uniform in front of him.

"You even didn't mind to say 'Turned around.' to me." He said that but still not averted his eyes off from your slow movements.

"Why? You always saw me naked after all."

"Ugh, just change."

No matter how many times he looked at it, that gorgeous body of yours will be always be his weakness.

Omake:

"Guys, did you see Maeda?"

"No."

"Nope."

"I wonder where is- wait, who is that floating on the river."

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