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fillinforlater · 2 years

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Could u do a quickie with minju with glasses and thighs

Phone: Return of the Angel +1

Male Reader x Kim Minju x Yeh Shuhua

Length: 2055 words

Tags: THIGHS, thigh fucking, thigh riding, cumming on thighs, also blowjob, cunnilingus, squirting, finger fucking, threesome, game, competition, horny!Minju / rival/Shuhua

TW: UNEDITED QUICKIE

Inspiration: the request PLUS an @friskyriskywhisky ask. The source of all hooni lmao

(A/N: Phone being revived and I have more ideas for it planned. But first of, enjoy this thigh goodness!)

>@you, better be ready! I have company ;)< Sent by Angel

You didn’t know when she would strike, how she would do it and most importantly, who she would bring along, so you were on your toes. The message popped up shortly after you left Honey Julia’s house, who’s bratty act was actually nothing but a facade, a character she liked to play. After your sessions she was very sweet and offered you to stay the night, but a suspicion, a feeling urged you to decline her offer. However, you will definitely visit her again one day.

It’s been a couple of hours since Minju sent the message. The sun is already setting, a cold breeze softly hushes through the streets and everything seems so peaceful and calm. You know this is the case now, but as soon as someone knocks on the door, it won’t be quiet for the entire night. Luckily, it won’t annoy anyone and you still have a couple of days of vacation left, so it’s going to be fine—

“Hello~ Minju is back~!”

She didn’t knock. She walked straight through the door, probably expecting that you would have unlocked it beforehand. Unlike last time, a pair of glasses lay on her small nose and bring out a new side to her gorgeous face. Most of her body is once again covered by the black overcoat you saw on her first trip to your house. The only part that is visible are her long, smooth-looking legs and high-heels you would only ever see on a prostitute. Wait, is she never cold?

“My God! Didn’t your parents teach you how to knock?”

“Sorry, Daddy, “ Minju gasps out her apology in between deep, rapid breaths, “but Minju needs you right now.”

“You needy little thing,” you sigh in played annoyance. Suddenly, footsteps make you refocus your horny brain from Minju to someone else. Unlike the slutty Angel, they walk in with slow, confident steps in rather quiet sneakers instead of clicking heels.

“It’s different from what you’re thinking.”

Her voice is seductive. Her dark hair is wavy. Her skirt is short. Very short. Underneath them two massive thighs protrude and their firm looking skin makes your mouth water. Her focused and fierce gaze rests on you as you inspect her delicious body, not daring to complain about her intrusion. A stranger she may be, but she is a very hot one.

“We need your opinion,” she starts and Minju interrupts her hastily.

“You need to decide whose thighs are better: Minju’s or Shuhua’s,” the horny Angel says, before pressing her palms on your chest and pushing you down onto the nearby couch. As you fall into the cushions of the warm, black fabric, Minju removes the warm, black fabric that is her overcoat and lets it drop to the floor.

Given what you know about Minju, it shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did, but when she straddles you, you not only see but also feel that she was only wearing an oversized T-shirt underneath. Her wet lips rest right above the zipper of your dark jeans that struggle to keep your erection from bursting out.

“Uhm, s-sure. Just close the damn door. It’s freezing outside,” you groan as Minju fidgets with the hem of your pants for a second. In her position it’s almost impossible to get you undressed, so you decide to help her out. Gently, you grab her sides and try to move next to you onto the couch. She resists.

“No, please, Minju wants to go first!”

“You can go first, dummy, but if you sit like this, they will never come off.”

“Hmph, fine.”

You stand up and get ready to pull down both jeans and boxers, but Minju is faster. The second she has forced the garments around your ankles, her lips are around your cock and she takes in your entire length in one go. You shout out your blissful arousal with quick curses. Before you completely succumb to the feeling of Minju’s deepthroating skill and the sound of her gags, Shuhua rushes back from closing the door.

“Yah! Minju, you idiot! We had a competition, you cock hungry whore!”

“Hm, right,” Minju mumbles, your tip still on her tongue. Once again, she pushes you into the couch and gets in position. This time, nothing is in the way of your manhood and her glistening pussy and voluptuous thighs. After a bit of shuffling and adjusting, Minju sits on your crotch sideways, your cock in her perfect gap.

“Okay! Minju is ready~” the girl shouts out in lewd delight and Shuhua nods.

“Good. You got five minutes to pleasure him with your thighs only, then it’s my turn. Whoever makes him cum wins. Ready, set, go!”

The few seconds you were allowed to savor the hot, motionless feeling around your cock is gone with the end of the countdown. Minju goes all in from the start to create friction in the tight opening right in front of her pussy. Its juices provide enough lubrication for her to easily go up and down your shaft. She wouldn’t be the horny Angel however without an extra trick up her sleeve.

With each stroke, she flexes and relaxes her thighs. Pressure all around your throbbing cock becomes suffocating at quick intervals and you can’t help but groan at the tightness. Minju’s rapid, mindless jumps cause her to not only release those girly, cock-hungry moans you already are familiar with, but also more of her juices. She goes faster and faster.

"Fuck," you groan and reach for her hips to make her slow down. If you come in the next few minutes, this won't even be a competition and all the fun would be over, so it is in your interest to hinder her enthusiasm. Although Minju fights it, you can decrease her pace. She is not happy about it and let's you know.

"No, Daddy! Minju wants to cum, Minju needs to cum!"

"What a slut," Shuhua groans under her breath and sits down next to you on the couch. Her soft hands reach for yours and your hold on Minju's wide hips is loosened.

"Let her go. I want to see more of this."

Your brief confusion leads to Minju immediately seizing the opportunity to go all out. She leans forward to kiss Shuhua's lips or cheek or somewhere on her gorgeous face, but she backs off. Minju whimpers and puckers her lips for kisses that are out of reach.

"No-oh," Shuhua says in a mocking tone and pushes Minju away at her forehead, "focus, or you will lose, pretty bitch."

At this point, Minju is actually about to win. The sight before you and her never constantly constraining thighs make your head throw back on it's own. You need to direct your gaze up to the ceiling, the boring, dirty white ceiling to not cum to the sensation of Minju's thrilling, smooth pale skin.

Suddenly, Minju adjusts herself and you feel your dick rub next to her clit and up to her shaven pelvis. The sensation might not be as pleasurable as before because her thighs don’t create the same friction, but you understand why she did this. The stimulation on her hard nub makes her climax and squirt hot juices all over your cock. The girl cum runs down your shaft and thoroughly covers your balls and the couch.

“You’re so selfish!” Shuhua complains. You catch a mischievous glimpse in her eyes from the corner of yours while your main focus is on a screaming and moaning Minju enjoying her orgasm in rapid twitches. She gets interrupted by a sudden thud.

“My turn,” claims Shuhua, and like a Rugby Pro, she tackles Minju off of your lap and onto the cushions. It’s either a perfect calculation or a downright miracle that your hard member escaped unscaved, still you release a surprised yelp.

You a frozen in shock for a second or two, however long it takes for Shuhua to remove her drenched panties and take her approach on a thigh fuck. She is face down, in almost a right angle on your lap and her ass is right at your crotch. A few adjustments later, the pre-cum leaking tip of your cock protrudes from her thigh gap.

“Fuck,” you groan ou through gritted teeth as Shuhua begins to sway her hips slowly side to side to massage your dick. Unlike Minju, she isn’t rash and uncontrollable or constantly flexes her pronounced muscles, instead she uses all the liquids on your cock (and her own) to make each movement go smoothly.

Comparing their thighs is like comparing their styles: impossible. There are things to like about both and you could not imagine preferring only one for a long stretch of time. Minju’s enthusiasm, constant lubrication and mind-numbing moans are good for some days and Shuhua’s carefulness, natural tightness and soothing mewls are for the other days.

It’s again time for you to look away from the action between your legs. Shuhua’s tiny skirt is already (intentionally, of course) bunched up around her waist and her round ass-cheeks need to be squeezed. It must not be part of your judgment, all that should count is the sensation of her thighs.

You direct your eyes to the right, where Shuhua’s head rests right next to Minju’s spread legs. The girl in glasses has her T-shirt bunched up (intentionally, of course) above her breasts and plays with her own nipples, while the black haired girl uses tongue and finger to tease Minju’s clit.

“Shuhua, d-damn,” you groan, “you are so good at this, fuck.”

“Are you about to cum?” she says in a serious tone while huffing hot air on Minju’s glistening heat.

“No,” you two moan in unison.

“Then I’ll change that.”

A burst of speed in her thigh-cock-massage and rubs over Minju’s slick labia are Shuhua’s first step at achieving her goal, but she is definitely not done yet. The moment she thrusts two fingers into her friend’s squeezing pussy, she begins to thrust her hips up and down on your lap. The thigh fuck is even faster than Minju’s and a sight to behold. How her voluptuous ass crashes down and the way all of her curvy goodness wiggles and ripples is not only a sight to behold, but also incredibly loud.

The only thing louder is Minju. Her screams could drown out a nearby fighter jet. Shuhua probably knows all her spots and fingers them violently, not caring if she overstimulates the brunette. Her thumb swipes over the hard clit and you can see in Minju’s teary eyes that she is about to climax again and again.

The same goes for your cock. The tip peeks out repeatedly and it looks like it’s about to combust, burst, explode and all your efforts of holding back are just a pain. Sometimes you have to surrender.

“Fuck, Shuhua, d-don’t stop!”

“Cum already! You’re dick is so hot, I want it to spray my ass.”

Shuhua becomes rougher to the point where you and the angel immediately collapse. Your seed gets fucked out in ropes that either shoot in the air and cover Shuhua’s ass from the top or it creams in between and all over her thighs.

It is somewhat comparable to Minju. Shuhua finger fucks every last drop of squirt out of the breathless, convulsing girl. The juices cover herself, the couch, Shuhua’s face and digits. She dives into lick it all up and makes Minju whine with an eager tongue on her sensitive entrance.

Deep breaths fill the room. No one is really moving or making an attempt to clean up. It’s a mess and you feel the urge to complain. The couch was only a year old and now it’s probably ruined, unusable. However, the hypocrisy of your own actions—after all, you did not make an effort to change the setting of your fucking—is so obvious, even your mushy mind can understand it.

“So,” you say, looking at Shuhua, rather trying to look at her and not at the shaven cunt right next to her face, “what is the punishment?”

“Punishment?”

“Of losing the game, dummy.”

“Oh right,” Shuhua smirks in a unique playful yet devilish way, “the game.”

(A/N2: Fuck, this woman-)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #minju smut #kim minju #izone smut #shuhua smut #gidle smut #gi dle smut #yeh shuhua #male reader #male reader insert

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liviavanrouge · 1 month

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Twst x Food Fantasy

King Crab ran through the orchard, his hair flying behind him. He skidded to a stop, Silver appearing from behind a tree in front of him. He turned to go the other way but Sebek ran up behind him with Vex on his right side and Nex on his left. The four boys closed in on the food soul, King Crab staring at them taking each of them in. "Master Lilia wishes to remove the contract you've made with her ladyship!"Sebek glared his arms crossed over his chest. "You are much too strong and dangerous for my sister"Silver says stepping closer cautiously. "So come nicely-"Vex starts glaring at him. "-or take us right here"Nex finishes his eyes narrowed. King Crab sighed, looking disapproving. "Does mere mages think they can handle me right here and now?"King Crab asks touching the crown of his head. "Yes!" He lowered his hand, taking the four boys in once again. A first year. A second year. Two third years. "I see...."King Crab mumbles. He leaped skyward, and landed on a branch taking off. "GET HIM!!!"

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Livia sat underneath a tree, working on her classwork, Bean sitting beside her holding an open book up as her other food souls ran about with each other. "Don't your arms hurt?"Livia asks reaching to take the book. "Not at all Master Attendant!"Bean laughs getting an amused smile from her. She perked up, noticing Silver running past with Sebek, Nex and Vex right behind him. "What are they doing?"Bean blinked looking surprised to see them all moving so fast through the halls. Ddeokbokki sang not far, showing off for Cappuccino and Mousse, the two boys applauding her when she finished. "Hey little sis." Livia looked up and smiled, finding Maria standing there with Kimchi. "Hi sis!"Livia beamed. Kimchi went over to the other food souls, watching Ddeokbokki sing. "Master Attendant's friend!" A food soul with blond like hair and strange clothes ran over. "I am Qatayef, and Master Attendant Kalim wants to see YOU!"The food soul greets.

"We can talk later, Livia, Riddle will have my head if I'm late"Maria chuckled rubbing the back of her neck. Livia's ears started to twitch, picking up the note of fear in her elder sisters voice. "Okay"Livia nods looking curious about Riddle now. Kimchi returned to Maria's side, the duo walking away towards the school, making her curious about where they were heading off to. "Ddeokbokki, Cappuccino and Mousse! Return!"Livia orders. The three food souls glowed, turning into charms and darting over, clipping themselves to her bracelet. Qatayef led the way, a goofy smile on his face as they walked to the mirror room. "Who's Kalim, Master Attendant"Bean asks looking up at her curiously, holding her hand. "He's-"Livia starts. She bumped into someone, and stumbled backwards startled. "H-Huh!"Bean stared alarmed. A red haired male glared at Livia, accompanied by a blond haired food soul. "Riddle!"The males food soul gasped. "I'm fine, Fruit Tart"Riddle huffs looking annoyed.

"You should watch where you're doing, and not a single apology came from you"Riddle scolds narrowing his eyes. "S-Sorry.."Livia says surprised. Riddle looked her up and down, raising a brow when he eyed Bean then the charms on her bracelet. "You're childish, and prefer to run around playing rather than allow yourself to remain couped up inside all day, you also enjoy singing and dancing with those you love and cherish but can become fiercely protective of them when they find themselves in danger"Riddle says. She perked up, looking surprised that he knew all of that. "You're honest and sincere with your words but can get lost in your own world at times..you'd rather have a friend than a servant, willing to befriend anyone you come across and give them a second chance, you at times fall quiet and decide to busy yourself with other things, not to mention you love rough housing with loved ones whenever you can"Riddle continues looking her over again.

"How-"Livia starts stunned. She stopped when he held his hand up, continuing to analyze her. "If I have to say, the next time you summon a food soul, you'd end up summoning two accidentally, which are Lotus root with sticky rice and Ganache"Riddle guesses looking her up and down once more. He checked the time when Fruit Tart tapped his shoulder and flinched at the sight. "I'm two minutes late to meet Maria, I can't believe this!"Riddle sighs shaking his head. He gave her a look, confusing her. Wasn't he the one who started rambling on and on about her, figuring out her entire personality with just one look. "Food souls are summoned using a beings personality or their favorite food, I hope to see you with more mature food souls who won't baby you like your current ones!"Riddle frowned crossing his arms over his chest. Her eyes watched as he passed by her with Fruit Tart right behind him, wondering what his deal was with her already. "Master Attendant's friend!" She hurried over, quickly passing through Scarabia's Mirror.

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"LIVIA!" Kalim tackle hugged her, the two laughing as they crashed into the sandy ground. "It's great to see you again, Livia"Jamil smiled giving her a friendly nod. Five Snake Soup stared silently, his cheeks heating up when Livia beamed. "Nice to see you again too Jamil!"Livia giggled her eyes sparkling. Five snake soup turned and walked away. "Snake?"Jamil frowned looking after him. "I'm gonna go check on the curry"Five snake soup says. "Crap! THE CURRY! I FORGOT!"Jamil yells rushing away. "Thanks for coming, Liv!"Kalim beamed patting her shoulder happily. "Anytime, anyplace, anywhere! No matter what!"Livia giggled beaming right back at him. "Come on, Liv! Jamil's curry is the absolute best!"Kalim beamed pulling her after him. "Yeah!"Livia nods her eyes sparkling. Bean smiled slightly as she pulled him after her, Qatayef following right behind them. The four of them ran to Scarabia, wide smiles on their faces as they laughed, hurrying to try Jamil's famous curry.

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Riddle sat beside Maria, coaching her through her studies, a stern look on his face as he watched her. "Very good"Riddle nods when he saw she got the answer correct. He frowned, unable to get the girl he bumped into out if his head for some apparent reason and he didn't like that she kept distracting him from tutoring one of his dormmates. "Do you know a girl with black hair and blue eyes, she has a child food soul with her?"Riddle demands frowning. "Livia? She's my baby sister"Maria blinked looking at him surprised. "You're siblings?"Riddle questions suspicious. "Her Papa adopted me into his family, along with a few others, three of my siblings attend somewhere else and ones a king in a wolf kingdom"Maria explains looking reluctant to really elaborate on this further. Riddle frowned, looking curious. "I see.."Riddle says looking down at his book. "I actually have a few questions for her, I wonder if I should court her"Riddle mutters. She stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what in the name of the seven was he on about.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiresss @zexal-club @marrondrawsalot @yumeko2sevilla @abyssthing198

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sunshinesdaydream · 11 months

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For the character asks, wolffe, fox, bly, cody

Thanks for the ask! I have some notes along the way here.

Wolffe

Sorry Wolffe's will be kind of Rebels Era-centric

one aspect about them i love He is the stereotypical curmudgeon with a heart of gold. Especially in Rebels era.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them I believe it was fear for his brothers that made him contact the Empire in Rebels. I'm guessing that scattered on that planet are probably other clones that are just trying to live out their years. Even if it were only the three of them, he was probably just trying to keep all aspects of the rebellion away for safety sake.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character He definitely has a tattoo in honor of Plo Koon and one for the Wolf pack.

He's very much a romantic. He loves the classic roses and dinner, dancing under the stars, sharing an umbrella in the rain, etc. His brothers don't tease him about this because the way he speaks of these things are as if it is the "proper" way to do things. Really he just loves giving his S/O this overt pageantry of romance.

Related to him, but not directly about him. I think that in Rebels when he says the Loth wolves fight just like his boys that some of the force energy of his boys were actually with him in the wolves at that time.

one character i love seeing them interact with C3PO. Weird, but let me explain. I really don't like C3PO, he annoys me much in the way that he does Wolffe. But Wolffe still listens and measures his stride to stay along side him at C3PO's normal pace instead of making the droid do the shuffle-run to keep up. It just demonstrates his actual personality.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more Ahsoka. I want to see them be semi-siblings because of Plo Koon.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character He struggled with Rex basically being default leader among the refuge clones post order 66. Not based on Rex's abilities, he knew how good Rex is. But his strict, more traditional military sensibilities made him feel that Rex should have handed that role over to a CC.

Fox

one aspect about them i love How he has become like the OC of the fandom.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them How important it is that he has become that. And how universal some of the headcanons of him are. Especially as he hunts not one, but two fan favorite characters and shoots one of them. That as a fandom we took that and turned it around.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character Other than he can intake more caf than any living being?

He loves plants, and wants to see what they are like in the wild having lived in durasteel and duracrete his entire life.

one character i love seeing them interact with

We don't get a lot of canon him interacting with anyone. But in fanon I love him interacting with the other CCs.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

Cody. I do not like the headcanons that portray the rest of the GAR as looking down on the Corries. I think Cody especially knows exactly how hard of a job Fox has without the support that Cody himself gets from his Jedi General.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

This is actually for Fox and all of the Corries. The reason you don't see them without their helmets much is because they are hiding brothers among the ranks. The downside to the facial tattoos is sometimes when they are removed (in universe) it still looks like something may have been there. Also those with remarkable scaring. If all of them rarely go without their helmets around nat borns, they can hide people like Dogma. This was Fox's Idea and he works closely and covertly with the other CCs, particularly Cody, to absorb them without outside notice.

Cody

one aspect about them i love His kindness, his caring for people.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them I can't think of anything that isn't widely accepted.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

one character i love seeing them interact with Rex. It's clear as the series progresses how highly he thinks of Rex. Very my baby brother is a freaking prodigy, I can harass him but don't you dare say a single word against him. I will end you.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more Still Rex. We do get quite a bit of them together but they work so very well together.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character See this is where we get to Codywan. I'm very much a Codywan shipper. I primarily ship them romantically. But at the same time, as with Ezra and Sabine I could easily ship them platonically.

Either way after he leaves the Empire, Rex helps him get his chip removed, and he goes to live on Tatooine with Obi Wan.

The reason he isn't there in Kenobi is because he went off on a fishing trip on Seelos with his brothers and Obi Wan was depressed because his bestie/husband was gone.

So, admittedly I'll have to circle back to Bly. The poor sweetie, I really don't have much in the way of headcanons for him outside of shipping him with Aalya. I just gotta get a bit of watching him in and I'll have it. I WILL tag you in it so you still get the ask!

Character Ask Game-Star Wars

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#headcanon ask game #ask game #clone trooper headcanons #clone wars headcanons #star wars headcanons #Commander Fox #Commander Cody #Commander Wolffe #Sunshine Writes

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chimericchaos · 17 days

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Minor rant, yes I did just come from the Big Tugg video on how english is stupid and I entirely agree with him on that

What I do not at all agree with is the opening of the video entirely dedicated to hating children - he just goes out of his way to say "oh yeah before I start this video, I fucking hate kids" and then gives a list of things kids don't know, (because, they're kids) and dunk on them for not knowing stuff

And I find it kinda ironic the person who says that kids should not feel proud of learning- sorry, memorizing- the alphabet, also mispronounces the word Celtic not ten seconds later. Perhaps we all could learn a thing or two by expanding our general knowledge and studying cultures and languages outside our own?

Speaking of languages, side-tangent-within-a-side-tangent, removing s or k and compounding them both into c is a shit take that I'm seeing way too much, when the obvious answer is to get rid of c, it only functions as a replacement for s or k and in either function it creates unnecessary problems (it's really unnecessary for "unnecessary" to be spelt like that but different topic) and that's why a Bunch of fucking languages around the world do Not include a c, such as the language I was forced to learn since birth and Still cannot speak: Afrikaans. There is not a single c in that language and I have never had a spelling mistake from s or k ever. Other mistakes sure but not concerning those.

And you may be wondering "well why can't we just contract the sounds into less letters to save space in the alphabet?" Because while that would not necessarily be so bad, that shit gets real out of hand real fast the more you do it, and all I'm saying is don't come knocking when you can't spell doodle when your a's are also e's and your u's are also i's

Anyway back to the topic of hating kids

This may seem like a wildly specific rant about one youtuber mentioning it offhand once, but I assure you this is not the first time today I've heard this. I hear this multiple times a week. From different people

For some damn reason it's kinda always been a popular take to hate kids and openly talk about how much one would like to see them suffer, and I don't fucking understand it at all???

Like, ok, you find their constant questions and mumbles and movements and other weird sounds very annoying, cool, I find the several cats outside my window doing many unsavoury things to each other each and every night annoying but I still don't talk about it like it's ok to hurt them

And maybe we can take a moment to rationalize the fact that kids tend to ask a lot of dumb things and say a lot of dumb things, because they're dumb?? they have far less experience on this earth than anyone who knows the definition of "economy", and do not yet know how to do basic living shit like how to cook a whole ass chicken, and they don't need to just yet, that's the point

People who don't know shit are going to do and say things as a consequence of not knowing shit

And this is very much a long-winded vent about something that doesn't really effect me at all, but I do in fact see it as a personal problem because not too long ago I too was a kid that didn't know shit, and I was a piece of shit because of it, sure, but something I very much remember is having to deal with people who hated me simply for existing, and I no longer have to deal with people hating my existange as a child, yes, but I still have various other unchangable things about myself that people hate me for, so through that experience I don't think it's a good thing to hate kids just because they're kids, regardless of how annoying the youtube comments are, and at the very least if you're going to think the spawn of your fellow humans are actually the spawn of satan, please do not talk about like it's a normal ass thing

And hey, maybe there's also a part of my brain that has yet to even fucking register that I'm in my roaring 20's now, so that may be why when I come across people hating kids I feel personally attacked

So with that knowledge, if you say to me that you hate kids, for whatever reason, rest assured I already hate you

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galaxythreads · 1 year

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1, 2 (b – may I also ask what colour?), 4, 8, 9, 12, 13, 15, 18, 20, 25, 28, 33, ✨34✨, 35, 36, 38 (even if you are okay with sharing, i need to know what cats say about us), 39

Quite a lot, isn't it? You may skip numbers you don't feel like elaborating.

One more question from me: what particular question(s) made you reblog this questioner? If I didn't pick it (them) then answer it (them) anyway

What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting? Calibri, size 11 font. Yes I care a lot. I've changed fonts three or four times since I started writing. I used to do Times New Roman, then Arial, then Algeraya, now I'm using Calibri and Arial occasionally.

If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil? I went to online high school and every summer you had to give back the laptops they loaned out. I wrote by hand for three months until I bought a laptop when I was 18. I know I could do it because I already have. Colors usually black or pencil.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? Giggled. I hate it with my entire soul. Or yummy. If I could permanently remove words from the English language, it would be these two ^

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go? Already did. Someone fell from their sky to their death. it was a one-shot I wrote five years about for HTTYD.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know. Yes but no. I am one of the most skeptical people when it comes to the supernatural. I know you're going "........you're christain." and like yeah. Different than a haunting to me. I think 99% of hauntings are just mold or carbon monoxide poisoning. I would personally have to be possessed by a ghost before I took the story seriously. I am always going to try and find a scientific reason first, if I've crossed out all those, THEN i'm like "Yep. Ghost." I genuinely DO believe people have encountered the afterlife. I feel bad energies in places/rooms, and I've seen some stuff. But I DO NOT believe that every haunting is a haunting. It's ridiculous. Make sure your carbon monoxide detector is up to date.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules. 1 - I get published and get a big fandom, 2 - one of my fanfics gets turned into a movie 3 - ChatGPT becomes illegal and doesn't overtake writing and ruin any potential prospects I have at making writing a career.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy? Hard: child death. Easy: child abuse.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends? No I don't. If you damage a book, I feel annoyed. My sister loaned me a book she wrote in the margins of once and yes it was cool to see her thoughts, but she crossed out sentences and wrote it differently and circled unique words and it was really really annoying because it was so distracting. Have never written in a book that wasn't scripture, have no plans to start.

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

"I'm sorry.

He moves down the hall. Tony's enjoying this. Making May uncomfortable. It makes him sick. He wants to scream himself hoarse and demand to know how anyone could ever want that. (She said sorry.) Peter pushes open the door to his room and stares at it.

There's no looming shadowy presence in the corner. Nothing to suggest what's been going on for all this time. (Nothing has been going on.) it looks...painfully ordinary. Normal. Numbingly so. Peter stares at everything with an ache in his chest. Staying with the Starks isn't permanent he reminds himself, just until he can work things out with M&M. Then he'll be back here. He just needs...not everything.

Sorry.

Peter moves into the room, leaving the door open behind him.

I'm sorry.

He shuffles to his closet and digs through the top until he finds a duffle bag and starts to throw things into it. Clothing, his laptop, his phone charger, a blanket, other things he barely processes, and a few books. He doesn't see his phone and realizes that it's probably still in May and Matt's bedroom. Which...great.

Peter moves for his backpack, stuffing anything school related inside. He doesn't know if he'll be back before winter break is over. He doesn't think so.

Sorry.

May said sorry.

Peter's stiff hands move across the desk, fumbling to grab his history book, but it won't stick with his fingers. The backpack falls from his limp hands, landing at his feet with a huff of air.

Sorry.

As if that's supposed to fix it. Take back everything that happened. Half a year of aching. Of hating. Of nothing.

May said sorry.

Matt pushed him down the stairs.

Sorry.

His arm is broken.

May said sorry. And he doesn't want to forgive her."

-> Not one for Chocolate Anymore, I see

This passage is in response to May apologizing to Peter. And Peter just. yeah. This passage went through a lot of revisions that I can remember, Peter fixated on different things. But the sorry was what struck a chord with me.

I was, at the time, struggling with a lot of personal issues with my parents, and had a similar vein of thought to this ^. Sorry doesn't fix it. Sorry doesn't make it better. It's just words. I wanted to showcase that.

People hound victims of abuse for forgiving their abusers, especially if they said sorry. Like it makes it all better. They apologized, didn't they? Yeah. But May neglected Peter for months. He doesn't have to forgive her. This was my response to that. Peter is angry. He's allowed to be angry. Sorry doesn't fix it.

20..If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch One true love. perfection doesn't exist and the potion would be useless. Plus I'm lonely and single and very much wish I had a gf.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story? I always write Thor as hating poptarts because I like to subvert fandom tropes.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Loki. His head is haunted. Hela's a close second though. Her head is very haunted.

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate? I draw. I play several instruments. I make collages and I build modals sometimes. The art comes into my writing sometimes, but not often.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go: It is utterly pointless. Look, there are very few instances that you NEED to have the oxford comma there. When you're listing things, people understand the and. I think that English is desperately trying to stick to outdated rules because they're "right" but the thing is, if you don't adapt with the language the language will die. Let it flow and change. It's normal. It's healthy. That's why English is how it is now.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens? No adverbs.

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us? I write the chapter, let it sit for 3-4 days and then rewrite and edit it. Letting it marinate is just so weird to me.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up? I like comments. I enjoy putting down stories and sharing them. I like seeing people put the story together in the comments. I like the community.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

Poem I wrote a few years ago (I have pages and pages and pages of poems actually, it was my Thing when I was 13-15).

"Trapped and I can't breathe,

Blind and I can't see,

Alone I cry and grieve,

I'm afraid of me,

from this ask game

#answered #ask game #okay #i feel like i've answered every question and it was only one ask #my writing

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bluexiao · 2 years

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[request] gah im not sure if requests are open (i couldnt find it anywhere but i did see request rules so i assume requests are okay??) feel free to just trash this and sorry if you're not taking them. if you are though, could i get gn headcanons with childe, scaramouche, and maybe signora with a harbinger s/o who went on a really long mission and they've just been salty the entire time. but then they come back and they're ecstatic :) have a lovely day!

crack, fluff

also thank you, nonnie! have a nice day as well~ i really liked this request!

CHILDE

He’s not annoyed per se, but he definitely is restless. Of course, as he had not seen you for more than two weeks, he would be!

He would most likely be in a rampage of defeating enemies. His subordinates are not even trying to fight with him in fear that he would beat them up even if they are on the same side.

Well, they do quite understand… It has been awhile since they had seen him with you so that must have meant that you were out and about once again for your mission—not that he does not fight when you were there… but with how much time he spent on you, he mostly leaves the fighting with his subordinates. Which is why they don’t really mind if things are like this… but they still fear for their lives nonetheless.

CHILDE is also a mess. He probably has eyebags and all. After all, he does not sleep much from trying to overwork himself.

When you came back, it was quite obvious that you did because all the work for the Harbinger was dropped to the subordinates.

Looks like they will have to spend sleepless nights, but at least their boss Harbinger will be happy this time.

Also, wait, they were invited to a feast by their boss? Ah, he is clearly a gift from above! But well… only at times like these.

SCARAMOUCHE

Oh archons, bless his lackeys. Actually, come back to them, Y/n! They’re going to die before you could even come back!

He’s as grumpy as ever, much grumpier, actually. Not only can anyone keep him in check now that you are away, but his lackeys all think his grumpiness also roots from him missing you… but it’s not like they could talk about that out loud, or else they will really be dead.

Of course, if he hears this, he will only have to glare and look the other way. It’s not like he could really deny it, thus he will just have to refuse to try to get involved with them.

When you came back, everybody cheered because it felt like a huge storm had lifted from the atmosphere. There were no clouds above them and everything feels so light and clear.

Ah, they could all breathe properly now.

And for the Harbinger, of course, he will try to play it cool like “I did not miss you, who said I did?” while his lackeys would be looking at each other, recalling about how many times he had demanded them an answer if you had gone back or not.

SIGNORA

Now, I feel really bad for her lackeys. She doesn't even try and the others already fear her and are trying hard not to mess up unless they want to be humiliated.

She’s not as intense as the other two men, but she is quite intimidating.

All the more so when you’re not there.

Your presence is like summer for them—warm, tender, all the positive things. But when you are not, they either are walking on eggshells or on thin ice. Maybe even both.

Even if the Lady is not doing anything, it sends shivers down their spine whenever she calls for them to bring orders or ask for reports.

Also, why is the Madam much sassier than before? Is that even possible?

As for her, she kind of finds herself wondering if you’re back. She sometimes mutters on her own how “Y/n’s not back yet, are they?” unconsciously.

Thank goodness you came back again one day after your mission. It felt like the snow had been thawed so suddenly and even if the Lady is still the same as she was, at least she’s not picking on them 24/7 with a sassy glare on her eyes.

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aphrodict · 2 years

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hello ari! greetings! i see your request is open and if i may – zhongli and kaeya separately comforting gn reader who thinks they're not incompatible with the guys and started to distance themselves? main reason is because reader has an opposite personality, for example kaeya's s/o is introverted, reserved, insecure of their appearances and doesnt drink meanwhile zhongli's s/o is not knowledgeable, playful and childish. so the difference in their personality makes s/o wonder why in the first place the guys are attracted to them, when they can easily find another partner who has the same personality and interests so their life would be more entertaining. i guess this is angst with comfort? thank you and sorry in advance!

“ no matter what, i love you “

tws // mentions of insecurity, slight angst but mostly fluff!

pairing // zhongli,kaeya x gn!reader

genre // hurt/comfort

authors note // hello hello!! apologies this is quite late, but here u go :>> as they say, opposites attract! also what are u saying sorry for?? its fine, whatever it is! have a good day anon <33 im so sorry if this was ooc or not what you wanted, I tried my best since im new (??) to writing kaeya! wc: 0.5k

zhongli was confused why you had been distancing yourself for a few days now, you aren't usually the quiet type. you’ve asked him several times if he found you annoying and he said no to every single one of them. once he decided to confront you about it, his heart broke into a million pieces! he’s disappointed in himself, what did he do wrong to make you think that you're not special to him? the first thing he did was give you a hug to assure you that, no, he does not love anyone else but you. you’re special to him, and he picked you since the very beginning. zhongli would tell you everyday, starting from now, that he loves you over everyone else. that you’re the only person he enjoys being with, and that no one could replace you. if that doesn't help, he would spoil you with affection every single day. that means zhongli would be clinging around with you, he would hold your hand outside, talk to you when he sees you’re alone, and give you more kisses when you two are at home. he tries his best to gives you everything you want, just to make sure that feeling would be removed from you. zhongli may be the complete opposite of you, but that does not mean he wont stop loving you.

kaeya was slowly figuring it out, connect each piece with another. until you asked him about it when you two were cuddling during the night. it was a fine day for kaeya, but most likely not you. he was shocked! why would you feel that way? he sees you as the most beautiful person in the whole entire teyvat. when you deny this, he would constantly say its true, peppering your face with kisses. he’s trying his best to be nice to you! he stops his teasing to you for now, and he brings home some gifts for you every now and then. kaeya would buy your favorite food and stay in with you much more often. but he cant push away his duties as the captain, so he brings you with him to his office. whenever kaeya is really busy though, he asks klee and albedo to take care of you and distract you from your thoughts. you’re glad he did that! klee was adorable and you had so much fun playing and laughing with her, since albedo wasn't quite the social person, you never felt the need to talk to everyone in the room. instead he just watched over you two while doing his experiments, occasionally bringing snacks. if you’re lucky, kaeya would join in as well. spending time with your friends and your boyfriend’s affection managed to make you realize that, yes, kaeya does love you. and he loves you more than anyone else.

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potter-imagines · 4 years

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Left Waiting at The Three Broomsticks (Fred Weasley x Read)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could have a Fred Weasley imagine where he pisses off his gf somehow and so she gives him the silent treatment and only talks to literally everyone (including George) but him so he gets all jealous and pouty lol. Eventually he gets her to start talking to him again and then it’s all fluff etc. Hopefully this wasn’t a confusing request! Thank you!! :)

Warning: Tiny bit of sexual content towards the end, little bit of swearing, kinda angst at the beginning ?? and a lil towards the end ?? I think that's all, a lot of fluff scattered about

Word Count: 9.5k (I am so sorry I got carried away)

Two hours. Y/n had spent two hours waiting for him. Two stupid hours on a Saturday night that she could have spent elsewhere making something productive of her day but no. The last two hours Y/n had been seated in a small booth in the corner of The Three Broomsticks waiting patiently for her boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

The thing that infuriated her the most was that it was his idea in the first place! Originally, the couple had planned a stay-in date in her dorm room for the night before, Friday, but other plans came up. Fred got tangled up in a prank with George that had landed him in detention with Snape for the night. Yes, it annoyed her but what could she do? It wasn’t like Snape would excuse Fred because she tells him they have a date. If anything, Snape would hold him back longer.

When Fred and George were finally dismissed, it was nearly eleven at night and Fred was sprinting down through the dungeons to the common room. Their arrangement was for eight and he was praying to anyone listening above that she was still awake, but not furious at him.

Skipping up the transporting stairs, Fred basically shouted the secret password at the Fat Lady making her narrow her eyes at him. She swung open, not without muttering about how rude he was, and Fred jumped inside. Ten or so students were scattered around the common room, chatting amongst themselves. Hermione, Ron and Harry sat around the couch near the grand fireplace. They sent Fred a wave, which he frantically returned. The golden trio watched in curiosity as Fred darted up the stairs of the girl’s dormitory.

Hermione looked back to the group and asked,

“Wonder what that’s about- he seemed in a hurry.”

“Heard him and George got detention. They put stink-bombs in the Slytherin common room! Heard it stained some of the furniture maroon!” Ron chuckled at his brother’s antics then resumed his debate with Harry over their thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup happening every four years. Harry tried to explain the concept of the Olympics to Ron, but Ron was too focused on how amazing it would be for the World Cup to happen each year. Hermione went back to her studies, blocking out the mindless bickering of the boys.

Above the common room, Fred Weasley was scurrying to his girlfriend’s dorm room. He hoped Angelina and Alicia were out so he could be alone with her. Their time spent together had been oddly less than usual the last few weeks. Fred had no change of heart- actually, he found himself falling more in love with her every day, but their final year at Hogwarts was creeping up from the woods and he was working on a dream career behind the scenes with George that was eating up his time with her. He had shared this idea with her before- but it was just an idea then. Fred and George planned on putting their dreams to action once they finished up the next year. He wanted her to come- George did as well, but he didn’t want to mention it until it was a reality.

Reaching his destination Fred took a second to compose himself. A thin line of sweat was forming near his forehead. This was the first chance he had to take a breather since detention ended. Fixing his dark robes Fred knocked against the door, quiet enough not to startle her but loud enough to hear.

“Y/n… Y/n… love, are you awake? It’s Fred-“

Abruptly, the heavy wooden door cracked open and a weary looking girl poked her head out into the quietness.

“Darling, did I wake you up? I’m so sorry.” Fred stepped forward and wrapped the girl in a tight embrace. Y/n’s head fell against his chest out of instincts. His arms fastened around her waist as he invited himself in the room, slowly walking her back.

“Here, go back to bed, love. You look exhausted.” Fred led the sluggish girl to her familiar bed. Throwing back the covers, he readjusted her pillows so there would be room for him to fit as well. Fred then walked back to Y/n and took her hand softly. Kissing the back of her hand, Fred helped Y/n get into bed then slipped in beside her. His arms snaked around her body without thought. The naturalness of holding her in his arms made Fred feel confident in his dreams of starting a future with her. All the tension in his body collapsed when she leaned into his frame. Fred held her close and kissed the side of her cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry about detention tonight but I promise I’ll take you out Saturday, alright? We can have a date at Hogsmeade and spend the night together, does that sound nice?”

The sleepy witch gave a tired mumble and nodded her head. She was cuddled under a stack of blankets, wearing Fred’s sweatshirt which made him smile. He’d usually crack a joke at this and tease her but, she was already asleep when he looked back to her. Fred couldn’t help but stare at her for a while. There was never a moment that went by where Fred didn’t think of Y/n as anything other than beautiful but in these moments, she looked ethereal.

Moonlight poured in from the open window and splashed across her s/c cheeks. Her hair was sprawled against the white pillowcase. Fred smiled at the sound of her light snores. Fred wouldn’t leave until he was sure she was deep asleep. It was their thing. She hated going to bed without him there.

“Okay, I love you, Y/n. Get some sleep, angel.” Fred whispered.

He pecked her forehead, then kissed her lips gently. Removing the covers, Fred tucked them back into Y/n so she could keep warm. He closed the open window then tip toed out of the room. Instead of rejoining his friends, Fred decided to head to his room. He felt too guilty for missing out on their plans to go have his own fun. Anyways he did have a Potions paper coming up and if he was going to spend the day with you Saturday, he surely wouldn’t be doing any homework.

So, the plan was confirmed the next morning, Friday. Y/n ran into Fred on her way to breakfast and they discussed where they’d meet and a time. They ate breakfast together, walked to class, then headed in different directions when six rolled around. Fred had a Quidditch match and she had a group project, so they didn’t cross paths for the rest of the night. Even though he refused to admit it, Fred absolutely hated when Y/n missed one of his games. His favorite thing to do was search for her in the stands during each game and it made him sad not to see her smiling face standing out in the crowd. Y/n entered the common room around midnight and went straight for her bed. Gryffindor had lost so there wasn’t a single housemate sitting in the common room. She could only imagine how upset Fred must be, she’d be hearing about it tomorrow. Y/n giggled to herself at the recollection of Fred’s angry rants about his teammates to you in private. She basically crawled to her bed, dreaming about the handsome, goofy, witty twin that had captured her heart.

Which would bring us to Saturday night. Fred and Y/n had made specific plans; they were to meet at The Three Broomsticks at seven then hangout for a while and spend the rest of their night sneaking around the castle with the help of The Marauder’s Map. Fred had practice at six so he was planning on meeting up with the girl at the pub. Y/n expected him to be running late- it wouldn’t be Fred if he didn’t show up a good twenty minutes late.

Only Fred never showed up at seven thirty, not at eight, and by the time nine neared, he was still nowhere in sight. The Three Broomsticks would stay open for a few more hours but the thought of sitting there alone for any longer, jumping at the sound of the door every time it opened, it made Y/n feel less than sane.

Throwing a handful of coins on the table, Y/n thanked her server then exited through the front doors. The walk back to the castle wasn’t long but being with Fred made it a lot more amusing. He’d pick her flowers, give her piggy back rides, play games, race, and hold her hand the whole walk back.

This time, Y/n walked alone hugging the material of her raincoat to her chest. A light drizzle had been pouring on and off for most of the day. Earlier, it was perfectly bearable- hardly noticeable. Although the weather had only worsened as the night grew darker. Hard rain drops crashed against Y/n coat, cascading down her covered arms and bouncing to the wet ground. Her black boots were soaked. She could feel the water rising to her socks, one of her biggest hatreds. Wet socks.

The hood of her jacket only helped so much before the pelting raindrops started to seep to her hair. Typically, Y/n loved the rain. If Fred was here, they’d be dancing right now. But he wasn’t, she had no clue where he was and that was exactly what Y/n was headed to find out.

By the time Y/n made it back to the castle and up to the Gryffindor common room, it was past ten.

Much as Y/n had expected, the common room was lively with energy and conversations. Katie, Alicia, and Angelina were all sitting in a circle with Fred, George, Lee Jordan, Seamus, and Dean. A dark bottle of Dragon Barrel brandy and Daisyroot Draught were being passed amongst them. Y/n watched as Fred leaned into his brother’s side, obviously tipsy and slurring his words while he practically shouted to their friends who were only sitting feet away.

His frame twitched with every small hiccup he let out. The whole group was smiling, they were happy. Y/n wondered to herself if Fred even noticed that she wasn’t there. She wondered if he liked it more when she wasn’t there, they were having fun and although the group was also her friends, no one was interested enough to invite her. Biting on the tender skin of her bottom lip, Y/n bundled her fist to her sides. The anger refused to simmer, only continued to boil. Her dripping clothes weren’t helpful to her sour mood.

It wasn’t the fault of her friends, no, but they were bound to get caught in the crossfires. Fred was the one who left her waiting for hours on end. Her chest was tight- livid yet sad all at once. It was an aggravating feel, unfamiliar. Y/n hated the suffocation entering her drying throat. More than anything she longed to handle situations like these in an aloof fashion. The last thing wanted was to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but she couldn’t help it. Her head screamed ‘just go to bed, ignore him’ but her heart wanted to scream at him and let him know just how bad he had hurt her. Her breathing quickened, each inhale received a choppy exhale.

For the first time, Y/n decided not to join her friends or to even say a word to Fred about how he stood her up. She was sick of it- completely exhausted and drained from his lack of care and presences in their relationship the last few weeks. If he wanted her as bad as he claimed, he’d find a way to show it. And leaving her sitting alone in a noisy pub while he partied and drank with their friends, showed her the exact opposite of his words.

Diverting her leer from the inebriated group and studied the rest of the room, hearing voices near the sitting area. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville were all staring at Y/n in mixed judgement. Harry, Ron and Neville looked concerned by the appearance of Y/n. Hermione on the other hand, she was absolutely flabbergasted, Y/n could see the pity written on her face. You had mentioned having a date night with Fred in Hogsmeade to the four the night before. Harry had invited Y/n to hangout with them and visit Hagrid, but she politely declined and informed them about the special night Fred had planned for them.

Harry and Hermione stood up at the same time ready to comfort the teary-eyed girl. They motioned her over but just as she started towards them, Angelina Johnson noticed her friend who had been absent for most of the night. Setting the bottle of brandy down, Angelina wobbled up to her feet and smiled giddily,

“Y/n! Come- come drink with us! I was wondering where you- why… why’re you all wet?”

As the words fell from her mouth, a crowd of eyes planted on Y/n. Her fists clenched, bone white knuckles visible, at her sides. Angelina scurried over to her friend and wrapped her in a tender hug. If the scenario had been different, she’d gladly join in the fun but there wasn’t an ounce in her body that desired a drink.

Y/n’s eyes found their way to the boy she had been longing for all night. Her lips quivered, the anger and sadness reaching it’s overpour. He looked so handsome, so happy, but it meant nothing to her.

Pulling back, Angelina squinted in confusion at Y/n. The lack of embrace given back had thrown her off. The group had been awaiting her arrival, no one was quite sure where she’d gone off to. Angelina scanned Y/n’s reddening face, noticing the emotions bubbling under the surface.

Moving away, the dark-skinned girl turned to her friends. No one else seemed to notice the offset of Y/n’s attitude.

“Angel, where have you been? I missed you!” Fred’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. Quickly standing up, he held his hand out to his girlfriend. Y/n shot a dangerous look to his outreach, then up to his face. Usually she’d find his toothy grin and childlike state loveable but for obvious reasons, it made her irate.

Stepping back, Y/n sternly scowled at Fred,

“Missed me? You’re the one who left me waiting all goddamn night, Fred Weasley.”

A part of Y/n felt guilty for forcing her friends to witness their unpleasant exchange. George was now to his feet standing behind Fred, just as lost as the group he had been sitting with. Despite the alcohol running in his veins, George could sense an argument budding by the second.

“Not like any of you really seemed to care where I was.” Y/n kicked herself for this cold statement.

Her friends weren’t at fault- not in the slightest. But everyone was at risk of becoming a victim to her fiery wrath. In actuality, it did hurt her a little that no one had gone searching for her. It had been hours! Tears welled in her eyes as she took in the reactions of the group. George took his arm off Alicia and nudged his twin.

“What- I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. I think you should have a drink and loosen up-“

Y/n couldn’t take it. She just couldn’t take it anymore. Scrunching her face, she used every bit of strength to force her salty tears to hide at bay. Although her emotions screamed to be heard and saw right through her façade. Sweeping her hand across her cheek, Y/n caught the stray tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks. Huffing all her emotions out at once, Y/n shook Fred away from her and hurried towards her room.

Fred stood appearing dumbfounded. He could only gawk in perplexity. Blame it on the alcohol, but Fred’s mind was drawing a blank when surveying her words. For most of the night, he was the one thinking she was leaving him waiting. No one else had a clue as to where she’d gone off to, so he assumed she was in the library or wanted some space.

“You’re an idiot, Fred.” Hermione’s sharp voice cut through the thick air. The happiness and drunken laughter was extinct. The girl’s shared an exchange, all confused as to what just happened. The glass bottles didn’t help clear their judgement. Dean and Seamus took small sips from the Daisyroot Draught. The tension was unbearable, it felt wrong for their friends to be a part of it.

George set a hand on Fred’s shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Leaning forward, George whispered to his twin,

“I reckon it’s best if we turn it in for the night.” Fred gave a tug of protest. His intoxicated fought against him though he knew he did something wrong and needed to find Y/n. In spite of his desire to chase after the girl, George couldn’t let him do that. It was obvious Fred had forgotten something and Y/n was more than upset. Sending his brother up to drunkenly apologize to his hurting girlfriend for a reason he can’t even recall, that was a recipe for disaster and would only cause a bigger mess.

“Fred, you’re going to bed. You’re too drunk to talk to Y/n right now, okay? We’re going up the boy’s stairs, not the girls, okay? You two can talk in the morning, maybe you’ll remember where you fucked up tonight by then.”

Suddenly, Fred stop moving and let out a low groan,

“Oh shit… merlin’s sake, I fucked up, George. Oh my god- Hogsmeade… shit! I told her we’d meet at Hogsmeade and I forgot-“Fred whipped around in his discombobulated state. Everything clicked at once. Fred had been so concentrated on Quidditch that once practice had wrapped up, his exhausted body dragged him back to the common room out of muscle memory. It was his typical routine; Quidditch practice, head back to his dorm, shower, change, eat, work on some possible products with George, then hangout with his friends. How could he be so neglectful?

George sent his brother a comforting look then grabbed him by the shoulders, helping aid him up the winding staircase. It came as a shock to him that Fred had forgotten about their date. All he spoke about was Y/n, it was a rare occurrence for the couple to

“So that’s where she’s been all night?” George pushed open the door to their room, looking to his twin sternly. Fred had most of his weight piled on George, trying his hardest to remain upright. Lee had decided to stay back, allowing the brothers a chance to talk.

George helped his frantic twin in the dark room, then gave him a light push towards his bed. Fred plopped down, burying his face in the fluffy pillow. Pulling off his jumper, George threw the large maroon comforter over Fred’s tall frame while he wailed,

“I’m a terrible boyfriend. I planned the bloody date too! I left her-“

“How ‘bout you get some rest? You can find her in the morning and apologize to her and… hope for the best. It’ll give you more time to think of a way to make it up to her. You’re just a rambling mess right now.” The alcohol was not wearing George down. He had been on an adrenaline high since his second shot. This was the first moment of the night where he had stepped back. His tiresome hands rubbed against his face as he made his way to his bed and collapsed on it.

Fred was still moaning on, the sound of his drunken voice making it harder for George to fight back the urge to sleep,

“She’s gonna dump my sorry ass-“

“Go to bed, Fred. It’ll be okay.”

George let out a sigh of exhaustion. The twins had been best friends with Y/n since they were just children, new to Hogwarts and unfamiliar with the power of magic. It pained him to see his brother hurt, but it also hurt to see Y/n upset. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Turning his head, George let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of his twin passed out cold. The worry that dripped from his voice was now gone as he eased into his dreamland.

George wanted to scold him, knock him upside the head for skipping out on Y/n again. He cared a lot about her, she was basically a sister, a triplet to him. If Fred was gonna win her back, it wasn’t going to be easy, George knew this. Y/n was stubborn, and the twins had witnessed this first hand for years, it was a trait they loved, when not directed towards either of them.

As George’s head hit the pillow, all he could do was pray to Godrick that the morning would bring good news.

Sunday morning arrived much faster than Y/n had hoped. A bright, loud, light interrupted her sleep as the gears in her head started to turn. Her mind was groggy, the events of last night were foggy. Warm sunlight broke through the glass stained windows. Y/n wiped her eyes and slowly sat up. Her mouth was dry, screaming for a drink of water.

For a minute, she felt calm- happy almost. The room was half empty; Angelina’s bed was bare and Alicia laid in a star-fish position, a snore sounding from her mouth. The image made Y/n laugh.

Standing up, Y/n’s hands flew above her head as she stretched. She cracked her back, a morning ritual for the girl. Just as she reached for the knob of her dresser, a wave of recollection nearly knocked her off her feet.

Fred had stood her up, of course, how could she forget? The irritated skin under her eyes and nose suddenly made sense. Leaning against the wooden cabinet, Y/n huffed. It was times like these she wished she could crawl into bed and stay there for eternity. Nothing would get better though if she didn’t at least try to fix it.

As quick as the thought came, it had evaporated once more. Why did she have to be the one to put forth the effort to fix things? There was no use in fixing their relationship if Fred wasn’t willing to try too. More than try, Y/n thought. It took a piece of her when she came back to the castle just to see him drinking with their friends, not thinking a thought of her. She needed to see that he cared. His words held no value to her anymore, not until he could prove he meant what he said.

Y/n went through her morning routine like a snail, wanting to drag out her time. Eventually, she was fully dressed and ready for the day. She liked to take advantage of the days her school robes weren’t required. The cooling weather led her to a fuzzy black sweater, and light washed jeans. Sliding her delicate wand into her back pocket, Y/n exited the room and took the stairs down to the common room.

Approaching the bottom of the steps, Y/n could hear familiar voices exchanging hush words. She stepped into the room and was surprised to see the lack of students. The only ones present were sat one the long leather couch on the left half of the massive room. All of their gazes fell on Y/n.

Fred, George, Ron, Angelina, Harry and Hermione were all relaxing- well all of them except Fred. He on the other hand was frantic- disheveled. His knee bounced in anticipation. The clock was sneaking

“Oh, uh, hey Y/n!” Ron Weasley moved his hand side to side, waving to Y/n. The temptation to admire the handsome boy at his side leaped into her heart. Using every ounce of strength, Y/n trained her eyes on Ron, not allowing a single peek at Fred.

“Hey, Y/n/n!” The voice of Angelina brought a perk to Y/n’s head.

“Hi.” She greeted the younger Weasley and her close friend back, then headed for the portrait. Before she could make it half the distance, the tall figure of her boyfriend appeared.

“Angel, how did you sleep?” Fred was by her side in an instant. He was desperately trying to read her expression, testing the waters to see her mood. He had hardly slept, he spent most of the night thinking about this exact moment, when he’d have the chance to apologize and make it up to the girl he loved. “Can we please talk? I’m really sorry for last night, honestly, I am so so sorry, darling.”

Y/n stared at him, or rather, through him. It was like she didn’t see the tall wizard in front of her.

“I’m gonna go study, I’ll meet you with you guys later.”

“Y/n, love-“ His warm hand took hold of her of her own, an action she’d typically love. The familiar grasp sent a burst of comfort in her stomach, but she ignored it.

Wiggling out of his grip, the girl shot him a look of displeasure then rushed off. Hermione chased after her, no one else brave enough to step in. Besides, Hermione was one of her closest friends. Watching the younger girl follow after her roommate, Angelina walked after them. Fred stomped like a toddler having a tantrum as the portrait swung open then closed. He knew he had to do something- anything to get her to talk to him again, and that was his plan.

For a Sunday evening, the school library was relatively empty. A majority of the students occupying the tables were studying away for their O.W.L.S. The exams weren’t for another two months but hardly anyone dared to procrastinate until the last week before opening their books. The stress of the exams was enormous, but the students still had other classes to keep in mind.

Y/n Y/n/l and George Weasley were sitting across from on another at a study table. Three hefty textbooks were open as the two discussed their Potions paper. Y/n had been stuck on hers and George had yet to start so they decided to head to the library together and get it done.

Fred was usually right by their side, his hand wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders, but she neglected an invite for him. About an hour after their exchange in the common room, Y/n had apologized to each friend she had snapped on the night prior. They were understanding, clearly seeing where her frustrations had come for. They also felt bad as she was right, no one had even checked to see where she’d gone, and George especially felt terrible for not searching for his friend.

At least three hours had passed since the two Gryffindors started their study session. Y/n was sneaking up on her last two pages while George still had three left. They collaborated every few minutes, then returned to tranquil silence, scribbling away.

Y/n was in the middle of sharing her idea for the last section of her paper when George’s eyes brighten and he interrupted her,

“Fred, how nice of you to join us.”

Turning in her chair, Y/n found her boyfriend standing behind her with a nervous smile. She hated how perfect he looked, even in the poor lighting of the library. He still managed to make her breath hitch in the back of her throat.

“Hi, Y/n. You look beautiful as always.” Fred announced himself softly. George scoffed teasingly, muttering a ‘hello’ to himself to make up for his brother ignoring him. Freds words were genuine though didn’t make much of a difference. Y/n was still hurt and a compliment wasn’t going to mend that. She needed to feel it, to see him truly show that he cared- that she meant something to him. That she was deserving of his time. Sweet comments didn’t not add up to that feeling.

George closed his textbook, then glanced up at his twin,

“Should I leave?”

Before Fred could answer, Y/n slammed her hand on top of George’s Potions book. Wide eyed and frightened, the boy gaped in shock. Even Fred was taken aback by her unexpecting movement. Leering at her friend Y/n replied,

“No. I want you to stay, we were in the middle of a conversation.”

Fred’s heart dropped at her words. It was heartbreaking to have the girl of his dreams now shunning him- brushing him off with ease. It was driving him mad. All he wanted was for her to acknowledge him, give him a little hope that he can earn his way back in her heart. He loved her, every bit of him loved her.

All he wanted was to make it up to her for his mistakes the night before. He couldn’t stop thinking about the look on her face when she saw him sitting with their friends. She was miles exceeded hurt- more devastated at his negligence than hurt alone.

Maybe it was the fear of meeting the reality that losing Y/n was a possibility, but Fred experienced a new sort of emotion when his girlfriend asked for his brother to stay. Yes, they’re friends, all three of them are. Fred had to remind himself of this like a record on repeat. He couldn’t fight the envy off though.

It made his heart twist as she stared at George. Never did he think he’d be jealous of his own twin, but Fred was livid. The seething stream of covetousness overtook his veins. Fred wanted to be the one you ran to for comfort, not his brother. His entire life he had shared everything with George, Y/n was far too meaningful to Fred for her to be shared.

Now it does take two for a turn of events like that to happen. Fred knew, clear as day, that George had no romantic feelings for Y/n and she had none for George. This was true, but for some reason, it didn’t help tame Fred’s envy.

He knew causing a jealous scene would do no good for anyone, so Fred realigned his train of thought and asked,

“Could I steal you from that conversation, please love? I really need to apologize to you.”

Fred allowed his hands to reveal themselves from their previous position hiding behind his back. When he moved them, a full bouquet of colorful flowers and small green plants of different shapes and sizes. The flowers were a display of fuchsia, pink, orange, red, and yellow. They were beautiful, so beautiful, Y/n thought to herself. She couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past her lips.

Fred had gotten her flowers their first-year dating but since the last month or so, she hadn’t received many of his heartwarming gifts. It wasn’t the monocle value of a present but the thought and attention to care that captured Y/n’s heart. Fred had always been the best at creating meaningful gifts on a tight budget. Whether it was flowers he stole from school grounds, or necklaces he made out of stones she found around the Great Lake. He’d make her perfume- proving rather excellent in the Potions department. He also asked Molly to teach him how to knit in order to make Y/n a sweater. This of course delighted Molly over the moon.

George bit on the skin of his knuckles to keep for laughing at his brother. He recognized the flowers, as did Y/n. Fred had picked them from the garden outside the castle- something that had earned him a detention before. George decided not to comment on his observation, Fred was sure to murder him in his sleep if he put his apology in any jeopardy.

Fred extended the bouquet to his flustered girlfriend. He felt a sense of accomplishment while watching her reaction. It was small to most, but for as stubborn as she was, it was big in his eyes. The girl reached forward, accepting the gift with a tiny smile rising to her lips, one she didn’t force down.

For the first time since the night before, Y/n fully saw Fred. She peered directly at him silently. George glanced between the two, stuck between a dual. Without speaking, Fred took some steps forward and pulled the chair next to Y/n out. He slipped into the seat, the couple still staring at each other. Y/n studied his demeanor, he didn’t push her anymore, but he wouldn’t leave her side. Not that she would tell him but, she was happy he joined in. She didn’t want him to leave, she had missed being around him. Tearing herself away, Y/n focused herself back on the other twin.

“As I was saying, George…”

Fred drowned out the words but accepted the fact that Y/n didn’t reject him from sitting down. She also didn’t set the flowers down for the rest of their study session. The remained clutched in her hands, resting in her lap the whole time.

Monday night came in the blink of an eye. Classes had resumed and the castle was bustling in stress. When the end of the year neared, the time spent sitting through lectures was an eternity, while the weekends flew by. Fred had always hated summer break, actually, that’s not entirely true. His dismissive of break budded around the same time his relationship with Y/n became official.

Their first two years, she would spend the holiday back home in London with her family. She loved her family but once she experienced her first holiday at the Burrow, she never wanted to miss another. Her family was a bit distant, not the warm and welcoming pure-bloods like the Weasley’s, but not as cold as the Malfoy’s. Y/n’s family had no issues with her spending breaks at the Burrow, as long as she had Molly and Arthur Weasley’s approval. Molly insisted each time that there was no need for her to even ask to stay. They accepted her with open arms, ecstatic to see Fred had found such a lovely girl.

The end of the school term was coming up and Fred needed to fix things with Y/n before that happened. She planned to spend the break at his family’s home and he feared she’d take her agreement back if things weren’t improved between them. Spending almost two days stuck in the anger of his love was two days too many. Fred was going to fix this and he planned the best idea he could think of, good thing he had their friends happily available to help.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, while she was resting up from her illness Harry, Ron, Lee and George were helping Fred create his masterplan. Hermione helped in her own way by remaining near Y/n’s dorm, sitting in as the lookout. It gave her an excuse to get her school work done so she didn’t protest.

Alicia and Angelina stayed in the room. Once Y/n started to feel better, thanks to Madam Pomfrey, the girl’s altered Hermione who passed the news along to Harry as the chain continued until it reached Fred. At the confirmation, his plan was set into action. Ron was sent to retrieve the girl after Alicia and Angelina convinced her to get some food from the dining hall.

She walked through the common room then down the moving staircase, when her redheaded friend popped up. Ron scared the girl, making her stumble back, her hand placed over her chest.

“Y/n! I’m so glad I ran into you! No one has seen you all day- Angelina said you were feeling ill this morning.” Ron rambled at a fast pace. Y/n, still surprised by his sudden arrival, took a deep inhale, nodding to the boy,

“Yeah, I saw Madam Pomfrey this morning when classes started. I just had a stomach bug and she said I’d have to wait it out but the medicine she gave me seems to be doing the trick.” Y/n gave Ron a kind smile. Ron was two years younger than her but they had always been great friends. Y/n would travel to the Burrow as a guest of the twins during the holiday breaks, so Ron and her had spent a lot of time hanging out together. It was sweet of him to ask how she was doing, but he didn’t seem that her health was the reason for their conversation.

“That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t happen to be heading anywhere, are you?”

“Just to get some food. I’m starving-“ Ron nodded eagerly, cutting his friend off in the process.

“That’s great! I mean, not great, just… well… uh, follow me please!” Scrambling like a mess, Ron clasped his hand over Y/n’s wrist and abruptly dragged her down the stone corridor. She couldn’t find the words to question him and allowed Ron to lead the way. Her curiosity was far too big to ignore his odd request.

Ron carried on for another five minutes then took a sharp turn, heading for the courtyard. Two figures ran off around the side of the castle in the darkness. Y/n swore she recognized the pair as George and Lee. What were they up to? Snapping her head to the younger boy, Y/n waited for him to fill her in on why he had dragged her halfway across the castle to the freezing courtyard.

“Okay! We’re here- I’m just gonna… head out. See ya, Y/n!” Ron rushed his farewell then ran off towards the direction George and Lee had escaped to. What in the world is going on? Left by herself without any explanation, Y/n threw her hand up in annoyance.

“What?”

Alone in the cold, Y/n wrapped the opening of her fuzzy cardigan against her body, attempting to keep warm. Although warmth entered her vein as a pair of arms snaked around her waist, snatching her backwards into a firm surface. She gasped, thrown off by her attacker and tried to turn in retaliation, but their grasp was far too firm. The familiarity of the hold made her body ease up. As much time as the spent together, she could recognize his touch anywhere. Fred.

His touch released a swarm of butterflies through the girl. She could feel the anger washing away as she leaned her body into his chest, having pined for his arms for two too many days than she was accustomed to.

The tall Gryffindor held her tightly. Moving forward, Fred pressed his lips against the shell of Y/n’s ear. The heat of his breath causing her to shudder as he whispered,

“I’m so happy you came, darling.”

Y/n smirked, looking up at him. The concurrent willfulness of her nature could only carry on for so long until her headstrong demeanor crumbled. A pang of chagrin still grumbled in her stomach but the sight in front of her certainly was a runner in her change of heart.

Soaking in her surroundings, Y/n realized they were just a few hundred feet outside Hargid’s hut. This explained the garden full of massive orange pumpkins. In the middle of the path was a small gazebo decorated in fairy lights and sunflowers. A small table set for two was tucked inside. Small teacup white candles line the path, creating a runway of sorts. Another candle, larger and purple, sat flickering in the breeze in the center of the neat table.

Y/n stood motionless absorbing the creation her boyfriend made- all for her. Speechlessness was not common for Y/n so Fred undoubtably began to second guess if his efforts were good enough. His fears were stomped in a matter of moments when Y/n harshly yanked at the material of his collar and placed a brisk, short kiss to his lips. Fred was startled, losing the opportunity to kiss her back but Y/n didn’t want him to. It gave her a sense of control- they still had issues they needed to work out, but she loved him nonetheless. Besides, avoiding and staying mad at Fred forever? Impossible. In two days, Y/n had to stop herself a million different times from approaching Fred and sharing a laugh with him, or kissing him, or holding his hand and giving him a hug. She didn’t want to fight off the urge anymore- and Fred couldn’t handle the distance spaced between them. Thus, being the motivation for his grand, heartfelt, date.

“I’ll assume that means you like it. I won’t take all the credit- it was my idea, but our friends are the main reason I was able to pull this off. I feel really bad and… I need to do something special for you- I don’t do that enough lately. I forget sometimes to remind you how important you are in my life and how much I love you.” Fred sheepishly smiled, nervously awaiting her reaction.

The small table was set, a new bundle of crimson red roses placed on her seat. To the side of her plate was a small box with a beautifully wrapped ribbon tied to the top. Fred had a special way of showing his love and adoration for his girlfriend, but even this was new to her. Never before had he gone so over the top to prove his feelings to her.

Y/n lifted her hand and intertwined it with Fred’s, smiling up at him,

“It’s gorgeous, Freddie.” The bashful smile made Fred’s heart melt on sight. He had prepared himself for the repetitive rejection she had been sending, so when she whispered those sweet words, his chest tightened, and his pace stopped.

Fred almost fainted in shock at the sound of her voice. He squeezed her light hand and drew it back, forcing her body into his own. Y/n couldn’t help the laugh that fell from her lips. She missed his playful ways. With the foreheads pressed against each other, Fred grinned,

“I’ve missed your voice, love.”

Although his words made her heart take flight, the reality of her hurt was still roaming. Y/n detached herself from his grasp and rested her hand on the black metal table. Her fingertips fumbled with the white cloth, it served as a distraction only for a short period of time. Fred sent her a sorrowful look. Her shift in moods was confusing to him, he only wanted to make things better.

Y/n sighed and ran her hand through her h/c locks. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply then asked,

“Why don’t you have time for me anymore, Fred?” The question of the night- or rather month. His date was beautiful, absolutely stunning. As riveting as it was, it couldn’t erase the hurt she had been experiencing.

Fred shook his head frantically, dismissing the accusation. He knew why she would think that way, he understood. It wasn’t true, though. Actions speak louder than words and Fred despised the fact that recently, his feelings for Y/n weren’t lining up with his actions. His words could only do so much. But he also knew soon, things would be different. Missing the Hogsmeade date was his fault, and he paid for it. Two days might seem minute to most, but when you spend essentially everyday attached to someone’s hip, two days of them purposely ignoring you and speaking to every soul expect you, it can feel like a lifetime. He realized a few things in this time.

Fred remembered how fun it was to act as if he was still trying to win her over. Gifts, no matter their cost, always brought a gleam to her face which never failed to make Fred grin. However, it was much more entertaining when she wasn’t upset with him and would throw the flirtatious comments right back at him. He was also reminded of how lucky he was to be with Y/n. While she ignored him, Fred found himself envious of every living being Y/n spoke to, as they were not him. When he started engulfing himself in his plans for the joke shop, his effort in his relationship had decreased and this was something he vowed to never let happen again.

“I’ll always have time for you, darling. And if I don’t, I’ll make some. I truly am sorry about this weekend- you don’t deserve that.”

“It just seems like you’re distracted, like you don’t care anymore.” Y/n batted her reddening eyes, finally throwing her worries to the air.

“No, no, Y/n, not at all. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, love. I’m a terrible excuse of a boyfriend, I never meant to create this mess. I love you so much.” Fred’s head bowed down. It tore him up to know the way his actions made her feel, the only girl he loved.

“I love you too, Freddie. I really do but I can’t feel alone in this relationship. I let our date Friday slide, even though I was annoyed, but Saturday night? I feel like it broke me. Just knowing you forgot about me-“ Y/n fought back the burning sensation in her eyes as the tears began to brim.

The anxiety blooming inside her was clear to Fred. Suppose that was the downside to dating your best friend, they can always tell when somethings wrong. Before a tear could hit the floor, he whisked her to the iron garden chair, then kneels before her, his hands holding her face as if it was a priceless, dainty piece of china.

“I didn’t forget about you, darling, that’s impossible to do. I’ve been… well I’ve been working on something with George for when we leave school next year. It’s real important to me and I wanted to share it with you but I was scared that it might not happen but… if I have your support and you with us, I know it’ll happen.”

“What’re you rambling on about, Fred?”

“Remember how I told you that George and I wanted to open a joke shop? Well, it’s happening… I think. We’re really close, we just gotta make it through next year then we’re free! We’ll have our own joke shop and get to sell our own products and start our future.”

A silence overtook the atmosphere. Y/n’s lips were stuck open in a small ‘o’ shape, eyes glued to the floor. Was he really going to leave her all alone next year? Would they have to break up? Surely, he wouldn’t want to be in a long-distance relationship.

She was snapped from her own mind when her skin registered the touch of Fred’s lips as they traced her knuckles, kissing each finger as he did. His eyes then peered up to meet her own. She could tell he was serious by the feeling of his stare. Then he continued, making Y/n perk up,

“But none of that can happen without you… Y/n I want you to come with me. Move in with George and I, start a future with me. We want you to be a part of the shop. I want you there. You’re the only girl I want, for the rest of my life.”

Her once open mouth clamped shut in a swift motion. Ever since she met the twins, Y/n wanted a future with Fred. Everyone saw it as a childhood crush, but she always knew it was more. She never stopped loving him- never could. Even when his pranks took a step too far over the line. They always found their way back to each other and would work through it. Fights such as the most recent were rare- but Fred’s admission filled in a lot of empty spaces that had left Y/n sleepless for days. Finally, the crushing weight was lifted from her chest as she choked out a shaky breath.

Leaping forward from the chair, Y/n threw her body into her boyfriend’s body and clamped him in a koloa like hold. Fred chuckled in amusement, falling onto the near ground at her jump.

“Why do you have to be so lovable? I hate it. I should be angry with you, but I just love you too much. Besides, I think you did enough suffering.” She giggled as she pinched his round cheeks in her hands. Fred poked his tongue out at her and grabbed at her sides. Y/n swatted his hands away, giving him a stern glare saying, ‘don’t push it’.

Slowly, she leaned down and brushed her lips against Fred’s, smirking down at him. It was a change in roles. In their more adult situations, Fred was typically the one on top with Y/n pinned below him, but that’s a story for another time.

A small, almost whimper, sound came from Fred. He hated being teased- that was his job. Dragging out the moment, Y/n tugged on the skin of his bottom lip with her teeth, earning a groan of approval from Fred. She grazed over his mouth one last time before dipping her head down to meet his and interlocking their lips, still straddling his waist. Fred’s hips pushed towards her core out of instinct. Not ready to give in quite yet, Y/n lifted her body and shifted forward, entrapping Fred even more so in the heated kiss.

They parted for seconds to sneak a bit of air, then continued their needed make out. It had been a while since they proved their love to each other in this way. For the last month, it had been small kisses here and there when the couple had a chance to see each other. Y/n needed his touch- she needed him. Fred longed to have under him, pleasuring her. He desperately wanted to sink his head between her legs and really show her just how much he loved her.

The coldness of his fingertips hit Y/n’s skin as his fingers dug into the sides of her waist. As much as she longed to keep the exchange going, the last thing either of them needed was a detention.

Y/n plucked herself away, a small pout lining Fred’s lips. His hands remained tied up in her own, lying them on his stomach. The weight of his question seeped in like molasses. Opportunities like this presented themselves once in a lifetime, there was no way Y/n was going to let it slip by.

Rolling off his lap, Y/n plopped down on the ground to the side of Fred. Their heads turned simultaneously towards each other, Fred winking to Y/n.

This is what she wanted. To see him care for her, show his love. His attention. It was the one thing she had been striving for but now that the cat, or rather joke shop, was out of the bag, Fred didn’t feel the need to hide anything from her anymore and keep his work to himself. He was over the moon with excitement to have her join George and himself. It was everything he could hope for.

Coyly averting her peer, Y/n asked,

“Do you really mean it, Fred? You really want me to come with you and George?”

Kindly, Fred swiped his thumb under her chin and raised her head up so their eyes were level.

“I wouldn’t want you anywhere else in the world then with me.” The serenity in his voice didn’t go unnoticed. Y/n propped herself up to her elbows and brought Fred in a bone crushing hug. Heavy chuckles croaked from Fred as she smothered him lovingly. He managed to sneak in a tiny peck to her check and she hugged him. Placing her head on his shoulder, Y/n poked the side of Fred’s cheek, commenting,

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever, Fred, I love it!”

Throwing his arm around the elated girl, Fred just smirked.

“Duh, that’s kind the whole point of you moving in with me.” He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. The night was growing darker and the steady wind was escalating. In an hour, two if they were lucky, Filch would be surveying the grounds in search of students, mainly Fred and George, out past curfew. It was a sport to him, catching students breaking rules and getting to turn them in. It was part of his job, yes, but Y/n hated that he never took it easy on anything for the Gryffindors like he did the Slytherins. Fred looked at the scenery around them and remarked,

“Y’know, angel, as much as I’d love to spend the rest of the night laying with you in my arms, we can do that in my dorm room tonight… in an actual bed instead of dirt. I mean, we didn’t set up this whole thing for nothing! If I knew laying in the dirt would win you back, you should’ve told me!” His sarcastic words were received with a light slap.

“Smart ass.” Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly and started to sit up. Before she could get to her feet, a pair of hands planted themselves at her waist and lifted her. Fred had his moments, but he was always a gentleman to her. His teasing ways were comforting to Y/n, reminding her that they were good now, in comparison to the recent downfalls.

Fred helped Y/n to her seat, then jogged over to his own. He presented the girl with a cake he made for her. Hermione brought him to the kitchens and taught him how to make one. It took about three hours, he burnt the first, put too many eggs in the second, then forgot to add eggs to the third. Finally, on the fourth attempt, Fred created a passable cake. Hermione had no desire to spend any more time in the kitchen, so she quickly frosted it for him, not wanting him to ruin it this far in, then covered it and locked it in the fridge. Much to Y/n’s surprise, it was one of the best homemade cakes she’d ever had. Her teeth were practically chattering from the intense amount of sugar, but she had to keep in mind it was Fred who baked it.

After eating, Fred and Y/n took their sweet time strolling around the castle. Fred swung his hand back and forth, causing the same effect to Y/n’s. They laughed feverishly as Fred chased Y/n up the moving stairs as they raced to the common room. When they entered the room, they sprinted straight for Fred’s, still in a chase. Hermione, Ron, Harry, George, Angelina, and Lee all watched in amusement as the couple seemed to be reunited.

“Wonder if they’re back together. You guys think the date worked?”

Everyone shared glances at the obliviousness of Ron. There were times when social cues and context clues just didn’t exist to Ron. George scoffed at his little brother and shook his head. The rest of the group roared with laughter as Ron’s face scrunched in irritation.

“Not sure, Ron. Why don’t you go out to our room and ask them?” George smirked mischievously causing Ron to turn white as a ghost in realization. A faint ‘oh’, tumbled out of his lips and his eyes went wide.

Despite their assumption, up in the top room in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory, Fred Weasley laid snoring in his large mattress, still in his school robes. Squished against his chest by his arms, Y/n was sound asleep, similarly dressed. The two didn’t care what they looked like or who came in, as long as they were together, that’s all that mattered.

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seawater-aurelia-writing · 3 years

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The Break

Pairing(s): Fem!MC/Yuu/Reader x TBD

Summary: MC finally shuts down from all of her acts of helping with overblots and the countless favors/demands that are asked of her. When the Prefect of Ramshackle is the one who needs help, who steps forward?

WARNINGS

I am not the best at labeling warnings or triggers but I can say that this story is laden with neglect, self-neglect, anxiety, possible depression and attempts to justify the above. There could be more labels that I can add but i’m unsure how to word them - so please exercise caution.

Quick Note: The reader in this story is largely based upon Cinderella, for multiple reasons (#1 being that I want to and #2 being that I absolutely love Cinderella and think she’s amazingヾ(•ω•`)o ) . If that type of character behavior annoys or offends you, I recommend skipping this!

She should have seen it coming; The break. Her break.

Her sight blurred with tears, which spilled over her eyes quickly as she laid upon the floor of the library – cold and alone. In front of her, just out of reach, laid her phone amidst the plentiful books which laid strewn chatoticly across the floor from her harsh tumble. Her phone vibrated constantly cause M/C o flinch as she imagined the messages that must be flying across her notifications; Her friends and upperclassmen asking for favors and why she hadn’t completed what they asked.

‘I need to… get up.’ She thought to herself, willing herself to move her arms but her body was more akin to cold, ancient steel, a machine that had been abandoned and forgotten throughout time; It felt nothing like how she was a month ago, a week ago, a few hours ago. ‘ I have.. so much left to do.’

As she tried to find the will to stand – M/C thought of how she ended up in this position; body battered and bruised after falling from the top of the ladder in the deserted corner of the library.

She could barely life her feet as she made her way down the path, back towards Ramshackle Dorm. In her arms, Grim lay curled into her chest as he slept peacefully in her arms.

‘We both had a long day.’ MC mused to herself, gently pressing his closer as the cold, wintry wind blew harder. She recounted their day slowly, going over each task they had accomplished.

Crowley wished for them to wake up earlier to remove unwanted, viney weeds from around the campus gates, Sam’s Store, and the fencing around the Flying Course field in exchange he’d give them some aid to finally repair their roof. Unable to refuse such an offer, M/C awoke at 3 am to be able to accomplish all of the weeding.

However, Grim had not woken to any of her calls or he just ignored her, leaving M/C to venture into the darkened morning on her own to do the weeding.

After 2 hours, when she was finally able to head back to Ramshackle to freshen up before breakfast, she was stopped by Vil. The Pomefiore Dorm Head all but demanded her attention for an hour in the afternoon, her lunch period specifically, to fetch him some arctic sea water from Azul.

Vil was supposedly unable to pick up the water himself as he had an impromptu photoshoot and Azul would only meet during lunchtime.

Despite the tone he used, M/C could sense that Vil was more antsy about missing his photoshoot -made more evident by the slight twitch at the mention of potentially missing the event. She agreed with a bright smile; choosing to ignore Vil’s comment about grass sticking to her and her ‘odor’ when she turned to leave.

Finally, she made it to Ramshackle and rid herself of the stray remnants of debris before she freshened up. Grim, who finally awoke, all but rushed her from the home before she could rest – determined to beat Ace and Deuce to breakfast.

But as luck would have it, M/C could not make it to the Dining Hall before she was stopped by a rather, frazzled Ruggie, who all but shoved a bag of food onto her. He left rushed orders to take it to Leona as he was asked to help restock the lounge before classes. He ran off before she could refuse.

Grim happily skipped to the dining room, telling her not to waste time since he wasn’t going to save her any of the food. However, before she could rush off – Grim yelled back at her to pick up some tuna for him at Sam’s since she was going out of the main building anyway.

She only nodded, ignoring the hollowed feeling in her stomach and the way it rumbled in protest.

M/C remembers being stopped before she could reach Leona, the botanical garden just in sight. That view had been blocked by the ever-looming, Leech Twins. Floyd grinned down at her and plucked the sandwich from her hands.

“Ah! Koechi-chan is so sweet!~ She brought food for us, Jade” Floyd cheered, ignoring her protests and pleas for him to give her the food back.

“Indeed she did, Floyd.” Jade chuckled, doing nothing to stop his twin, who began to eat the food in front of M/C. “And by the way, Prefect. Vil told us that you would be the one picking up his items later today.”

“Y-yes that’s right. At lunch time.” She clarified, her voice softer as she deflated. In retrospect, she still didn’t know what she could have said to Floyd to make him stop. So many girls on Magicam were adamant about how they maintain dominance over their own friends to avoid being stepped on but they always sounded cruel; Giving instructions to ‘clapback’, to insult them, to physically hurt them or poke at their insecurities to make them listen. She didn’t want to snap at the twins, not only would it not do her any good but angering them isn’t what she wanted.

“Azul needs to push that time to this evening, at dinner. Vil suddenly requested twice the amount and thus more payment is required.” M/C remembered the chill that ran down her spine as the Twins seemed to loom over her even more.

“P-Payment? But I don’t-“

“Rook is handling the payment but,in the even he doesn’t, please he prepared to pay any outstanding fees.”

The Twins ignored her pleas for clarification, with Floyd only turning around to demand that she be present for his basketball practice later today.

M/C recounted how, after that, her day became a blur with random intervals of clarity when another request or demand was made of her.

Ace and Deuce asking her to handle their chores in Heartslabyul of feeding the Hedgehogs and Flamingos while they went to mandatory study hall with Professor Trein.

Trey caught her and asked for her to pick up some cream from Sam’s shop for him. She also picked up the tuna that Grim had asked for and the only thing she could afford to eat to replace the breakfast that she missed – a discounted egg salad sandwich.

A sandwich she could only eat half of, as the other half was given to Silver, who had missed breakfast looking for Malleus. He had not asked anything of her, she remembered, but the way he looked at her was odd to say the least. He was adament on her sitting down and finishing her half of a sandwich before leaving but the appearance of Ortho, who asked for her to run an errand for Idia, pulled her away.

Her classes came and went, leaving her feeling isolated as usual. Professor Crewel, never one to shy away from a ‘training’ opportunity, chided her for using an incorrect about of Phoeniz wings in her potion. He only became agitated when she proceeded to answer his questions about the potion, a simple draught, completely wrong. Grim was of no help as even he didn’t know the answers, nor did Ace or Deuce by what they had said but Ace and Grim took great joy in laughing at her misery.

Normally, it wouldn’t have affect her but today, it hurt.

But she smiled anyway.

Lunch time came and, again, she was stopped before she entered the dining hall. Sebek demanded her help in finding Malleus, who was not present at lunch. Again, Grim deserted her as Sebek grabbed her and dragged her along beside him and Silver to find Malleus.

Again, Silver regarded her in an odd way but he said nothing out of the ordinary towards her.

They never did find Malleus and Sebek took too yelling at her for being unable to be of any use in finding him.

“..Sorry, Sebek. I’ll try harder next time.” Was all she could say, while Silver chided him on being too harsh.

As they made it back to the main building, it was time for classes; She had missed lunch as well.

‘Perhaps that’s why I was so dizzy.’ She thought to herself, managing to prop herself onto her elbows. The floor beneath her moved and rippled, similar to the waves in the great oceans back in her homeworld. ‘Correction, why I AM so dizzy…’

Her mind again wandered back to her day after lunch time; Where her day only worsened.

Without any proper food in her, there was no way that she could stay awake with Professor Trein’s class. Lucius quickly spotted her and alerted Trein, before Deuce could fully wake her up.

“Do you believe yourself too smart to pay attention within my class, Miss M/C.” He sneered, a glare firmly on his face as he gazed down at her.

“N-No, sir. I’m sorry, Professor! It wasn’t-“

“Silence.” His voice was firm as harsh, caushing her to flinch and shrink in her seat. “There will be no talking back to me of any kind. I had high expectations of you, Miss M/C and yet you have a complete lack of manners. As punishment, you will write me a paper explaining the important of Magical History, no less than 10 pages. If it is not on my desk first thing in the morning, then expect a harsher punishment. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir.” She mumbled, her head bowed in submission. M/C could remined the feeling of the heat behind her eyes; How hard it was to hold back tears in that moment.

She hadn’t expected kindness from Professor Trein but it seemed no one was recognizing that she was doing the absolute best that she could do with the circumstances that she was in.

She was blunt and sarcastic at times, yes, but she can’t think of anyone who can hold their tongue constantly. Yet when she seemed to speak, unless it was humorous in nature or her agreeing with those around her- she went unheard. But if she pressed and asked for help, who would drop their things to come to her aid?

Those thoughts plagued her for the rest of the day;

Even as Floyd threatened and scolded her for missing basketball practice, where she was supposed to stock the ice water and the cool towels for him, even though Epel asked her to pick up some old weights from Ruggie.

Even when Ruggie scolded her for not delivering Leona’s sandwich, calling her a thief for eating the sandwich when she reassured him that she didn’t and that Floyd had taken it.

Even when Ace and Deuce whined and complained about letting them down for not feeding the animals properly, when she couldn’t do it properly as they never explained all of the rules to her.

Even when Azul asked, demanded, that she find a specific book for him within the dark recesses of the library before closing as Vil’s additional fee– the thoughts never left her.

In truth, she was merely an anomaly in this world; An irregularity that didn’t belong, didn’t have a place within this magic, twisted world that she found herself in. She was without even the most basic magic to help her through her day to day life as the other had. M/C didn’t know even the most basic of terms within classes that would help her – shown by her struggling grades and performance.

She wouldn’t last outside of NRC, even Crowley had alluded to that. She had no birth certificate, no I.D. on her person, and no family of which to speak of.

Who would risk their own education and future to help someone who wouldn’t be able to do anything on their own anyway?

Even Grim, the other half to her ‘whole student’ was beginning to separate from her as his magic was matured and refined.

But that was why she smiled, was it? She smiled because she liked being needed, feeling as if she had a place in a world where she had none. Even if it ended with her being overworked, sleep-deprived and feeling so hollow – she was needed. A little suffering was nothing.

If her friends would excel in the world around her, wouldn’t that be worth it all? They shouldn’t have to suffer and fail in their classes just because a useless anomaly couldn’t handle the most basic of things.

‘It’s fine.’ She thought to herself, finally pushing herself to her knees. She winced, her movements letting her know just how bad her fall had truly been; Her chest hurt and ached with every beat of her heart, her right leg, the one which hit the ground first, was pulsing and red hot and all over – it felt as if fire ants were stinging her.

“It’s..fine.” She mumbled to herself, reaching with shaking hands to begin the task of stacking the books that she knocked over.

“No, it is not.” Came a hardened voice from behind her.

M/C tensed, her eyes widening as she registered the voice as Professor Trein. As she straightened her back quickly, aiming to turn to look at her professor, the room began to spin once more. Sound all around her became muffled as it felt as though her entire was was submerged underwater.

“ -s M/C. Are your manners that abhorrent that you cannot even turn to face when when I speak to y-.” Professor Trien fumed but his voice faded away despite how hard she attempted to focus on it.

“P-Professor…” She whimpered, curling into herself to try to stop the sensations around her; But they never ceased, even as she felt something wet run down her face - a pain beginning to bloom upon her head as she focused on the wet feeling.

And it all went dark.

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liannelara-dracula · 3 years

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Hi, may I ask about what would the S brothers do if s/o suddenly hugged them, nuzzled in their neck, and flirted with them?

Hi Love,

Goodness, this is long overdue, sorry for the wait. I hope you like it tho.

-Liannelara

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Prompt

Requests are open

Rules

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Sakamaki

Shu:

At first, maybe he was taken back by your hug but he isn’t complaining.

He’s all over it tbh.

And seeing such an invitation he’s not going to back out of it.

No, he’s going to go further than what you’ve done.

He honestly tells you that you shouldn’t have provoked him if you didn’t want to do more than that.

So if he was laying on his bed when you did this he’d turn around only to hover over you, pinning you to the bed.

He’d bite into your neck telling you that you’re a lewd woman for starting him up like that.

And he’d have such a teasing smirk, anyone would want to hit him at this moment.

The flirting aspect is honestly just asking for it with him.

Like he won’t let you live it down at all.

You’ve honestly just awakened the biggest perv of the household, good luck.

Reiji:

Like Shu, he is surprised by the hug because he’s not one to just show affection so openly.

But if my bae rei gets invited to be intimate with the girl he digs, he’s down for it.

If it’s behind closed doors anyways.

Although it most likely isn’t so when you nuzzled your face in his neck he just froze at your action for a second.

And then he was triggered by it and oh god, he’d be so annoyed.

Like heavily, even tho secretly he loves the fact that you were thinking about him and actually felt needy.

“Stop that. This instant.” He wouldn’t push you off but he expects you to remove your hands from him.

Although seeing you don’t he will say that you are not being ladylike.

“This behavior is inappropriate, such things should only be done in a private room, Y/n.”

Seeing him act like this you whispered in his ear, “Then take me to your private room Rei-Rei.”

Hearing this, he couldn’t refuse now, could he?

Laito:

I mean is there a point in doing it to him?

He’s probably doing it to you before you’re doing it to him.

But anyways, he flows right with it.

You hug him, he accepts--no questions asked.

But when you nuzzle your face in his neck he’ll start to question.

And you’ve probably lit a spark in him by being physical.

Especially if you haven’t been doing anything like that all day or if he feels like he’s been deprived of your touch you’ve just dug your grave.

Like you’re going to get it at that point.

“Fufu~, little bitch is so needy, but I don’t think I can help myself either.”

Overall just know he’s not going to leave you alone and it’s going to be a long night.

Kanato:

He isn’t one to like hugs but having it come from you I don’t think he’d mind as much tbh.

But he’ll be a little taken back but accept it.

Although when you nuzzle your face in his neck he’d find it cute and would think you’re just sweet.

And he’s going to tease bc he can’t resist.

Cause he’s pretty cocky when you give him affection and he just believes every woman is bewitched by him.

I mean he is narcissistic.

“You’re so cute, Y/N. Is this your way of telling me you want to have sex?”

He honestly hopes you’ll do it more often.

In fact, he’s honestly so turned on it, it might even lead to ‘passionate nights’.

Ayato:

I pictured he’d be unphased by the action and would really only react when you started to flirt with him.

Tho I also see that surprise hugs really make him shocked.

When you’d nuzzle your face into his neck he gets cocky about it.

He’d definitely tease you about it for sure tho.

“Heh, guess you can’t stay away from yours truly.” He’d grin.

Tries to make it lead to something more intimate of course.

But he probably wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with it.

Subaru:

He’d be pretty startled tbh.

So startled that his face would literally be red.

He’d instantly try to push you away since he’d be so embarrassed.

“Tch! What are you doing?” He’d say.

Secretly hopes you’ll do it more often.

And he’ll always replay the scene in his head bc you are too adorable to him.

Kino:

Accepts it quite easily with no problem.

Though he will wonder why you are acting like this.

He really likes you doing this to him, and is definitely going to tease you about it.

“You’re really needy for some vampire sex, huh?”

“Kino!” You’d blush, playfully hitting him.

He doesn’t let you live it don’t.

Mukami

Ruki:

I wanna say that he’d do this to you instead, cause that’s honestly what he does as a boyfriend.

But that’s not what this request is about.

But I just really picture him being sweet with the girl he cares about, cause that’s just how he is.

Ruki is extremely playful with the girl he is in love with.

Tho he does like that you are sexually playful with him.

So he appreacites the hug and nuzzling but especially your flirting, you should whisper in his ear.

That will get him going.

Yuma:

He doesn’t give hugs, so receiving one doesn’t seem common to him either.

So he’d taken back but only for a second.

“Hey!”

But his reaction is then replaced with a smirk after having you be affectionate.

“Huh, didn’t know you were so needy, little pig.”

“I try to be affectionate and you always make it sexual.”

Kou:

He loves hugs.

So he wasn’t shocked tbh.

But he was touched and just thought you were sweet.

“Aw, that’s so cute, Y/N. Wish you’d do this more often.”

Loves when you are affectionate tbh.

Especially if you hardly ever are with him.

He’d cherish the moment for sure.

Azusa:

Is shy himself but he accepts the hug.

He feels a warm feeling in his heart when you do this.

It makes him smile and he’s not a perv about it at all.

He finds your affection to be sweet tbh.

And he’ll hug you back bc he’s just sweet.

Tsukinami

Carla:

Doesn’t mind it at all.

He just smiles at you and finds you to beautiful tbh.

Enjoys how you become affectionate, especially behind closed doors.

Though that doesn’t mean he won’t find your flirting to be amusing to him.

He’ll join in on it and surprise you.

Shin:

He is probably the most cocky about tbh.

Like you asked for it.

By doing this he will do more than just flirt.

“You’re that needy now, but you’ll want more after.”

Pins you on any damn surface if he can tbh.

˗ˏˋ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ˎˊ˗

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers hcs #diabolik lovers headcanons #anime #anime headcanons #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #laito sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #kino sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #kou mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami

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emile-hides · 3 years

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H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

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introvert--weeb · 3 years

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Hello! I love reading your works but can i have request?

If it's not too much i request for a mikey, draken, mitsuya,angry,smiley,ran and rindou (sorry if it's too much, i love them all i can't pick) with a s/o bakugou katsuki? But the s/o is a bit calmer since she have a angry management but when she snaps she became the explosive queen?(lmao) and called someone extras,nerd,shitty and when fight she keeps saying "DIEEE!"

Oh God! I love this idea so much!

And of course I can write for all of them! I really don't have that much of a limit on how many characters I'm willing to write about in one request 😅 I'm also really glad you enjoy my other writings :)

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Smiley, Angry, Ran, Rindo with a fem!Bakugo Katsuki!reader

TW: mentions of language, anger management, violence, name calling

Mikey

Just like Mikey, you would like to give others nicknames rather than call them by their actual name. However, while the blond would simply add '-chin' at the end of names or change the way it's said, you would create these nicknames by either how annoying they were to you or if you were friends, by their features.

You were like a firecracker. Short fuse and when it was lit, you were explosive in both your words and actions. Many of Toman had learnt this the hard way. Especially poor Baji. He had made a comment that had set you off, next thing he knew he was facing the sky as Draken and Mikey were holding you back. Never again did he make the mistake of saying something that would upset you.

While you were usually OK if not provoked, there were times when you couldn't hold back. This was especially true when it came down to fights. Even the Invincible Mikey knew to not get too close during these moments. After all, he had witnessed what happened to those that had.

You would be the loudest and most explosive on that entire battlefield. It was intimidating for the rival gang when you had gotten into the zone. Yells of you telling all those 'extras' to get out of your way, with each punch you would scream out for them to 'die'. Yep, the others are going to get as far away from you as possible.

Would be back to your calm self after letting all your frustrations out. This is what surprises your boyfriend the most. You could be yelling at people to die as you punched them only to become sweet and innocent afterwards. It did remind him to never provoke you to the point of you losing it.

Draken

No one could understand how Draken had ended up with someone as arrogant as you. You made it no secret that you believed in your skills as a fighter, even looking down on others you deemed too weak.

However, this was mainly to make sure others knew that you should be taken seriously. Being a girl in a gang, especially the girlfriend of the Vice Captain, had others looking down on you all the time. You were strong on your own merits. You didn't need to be dating Draken to get people to notice this.

Most of the time, you were pretty calm and people felt they could approach you without any harm coming towards them. After all, you were actually a nice person under all that harsh exterior. But they still made sure to watch what they said around you, remembering how short your fuse was.

When you snapped, the person who got you to that point best start praying for their life or running as far away as they could. You were known to be quite agile when it came to fights and this would be no exception. A swift punch to their face followed by you yelling for them to 'die you shitty extra'!

Ken would never admit it but you terrified him when you got like this. After all, he was the Vice Captain to one of the strongest delinquent gangs in Tokyo. He shouldn't be scared of a girl that was shorter than him. People reminded him that he could stop you by picking you up. Draken knew this wouldn't do anyone any good.

"Ken-ny, you not going to stop her?" Mikey asked, appearing at the side of the taller blond while munching on his dorayaki. Draken just sighed before explaining that he couldn't. In fact, he doesn't even believe that Mikey could stop you when you got like this. The best course of action was to just let you have your fill so you could calm down.

The poor boy who had lit your fuse was now lying black and blue on the ground, blood pouring out of his now-broken nose. You simply blew a strand of hair from your face before making your way to your boyfriend, not wanting to talk about the incident.

Mitsuya

Being a pacifist, Mitsuya didn't agree with how fast you would turn to violence when you lost your patience with somebody. After all, he was a firm believer in that most situations can be sorted by talking it through. So people were really shocked when it came to light you were dating.

You were both the complete opposites of each other in how you dealt with overwhelming stress. However, you both did make a great couple when it came to other aspects in the relationship. It's just people hardly saw that. And nobody seemed to remember that you were actually quite a calm person who just so happened to have a short fuse.

What seemed to set your fuse of the most is when others looked down on you or your boyfriend. People seemed to think that because he didn't actively fight those he had a disagreement with.

So when someone dared to talk smack about your beloved Takashi, you were not going to take it. And so, that is how Mitsuya was trying his best to hold you back as you were shouting and trying to kick out at the person that had made you angry.

"Let go of me, Takashi! I'm gonna rip that shitty nerd's arms off, that's all!" You may have been trying to convince your boyfriend to let you go but the threat of removing the arms of the boy was keeping him from doing so. Even the boy who had annoyed you had begun to feel scared for his safety and so chose this moment to walk away.

"Oi! Get back here you damn extra! I'll kill you!"

Mitsuya simply held you until you calmed down, softly shushing you as you yelled out more threats. But when you finally had calmed down enough, that was when Mitsuya would begin to lecture you on how violence and threats were uncalled for in situations like that. Although he would express his gratitude that you stood up for him.

Smiley

You both would get on so well together. Same energy and love for violence and threatening people. in fact, you both would tell each other "I'll kill you" (affectionately of course) when the other was being annoying. The best type of relationship.

You would definitely give Smiley a nickname that only you would call him. And Nahoya would reciprocate with his own nicknames he had for you. They would definitely just be affectionate insults.

When you would be on dates, Smiley would love how you muttered under your breath about all the extras and nerds that were getting in your way. Sometimes you may actually call them that to their face if it was a particularly bad day, scaring the poor souls at how aggressive you seemed.

Nahoya would ride his bike with you clinging to his back. You would both ride around Shibuya, speeding around corners just to feel that adrenaline high you both would crave. Sometimes you would both find yourselves in a fight against people that made fun of you both.

Smiley loved watching how intense you became. It was like a switch flipped in your mind, turning you into a small ball of pure rage. Shouts of 'DIE' could be heard throughout the streets of Shibuya as you delivered blow after blow against your opponent. This was when he knew you were perfect for each other.

Angry

You would remind Souya of a female Nahoya, just without the constant smile. No, instead you would usually appear unapproachable with your resting bitch face.

Angry would be the sweeter of the two brothers and so would do anything to keep you safe. But that was easier said than done. As you were a lot like Nahoya, you would get annoyed easily and quickly resort to violence.

The main reasons why you ended up In fights was to protect your cute boyfriend. One comment on how he looked stupid with his angry expression and the person was seeing stars. There was no way you could let someone get away with making stupid comments about Souya! These damn extras needed to learn their place in the world!

Your anger made your vision red. The word 'die' seemed to become a lot more frequent, to the point where your victim was beginning to genuinely fear for their life.

Souya had to grab your arm to get you to stop. He was scared that you could end up getting hurt or worse, you could end up going through with your threat. He didn't know what he would do if you ended up in juvenile detention. Especially if you could be there for 10 years.

"Please stop Y/N!" The fact his voice was so teary is what had snapped you from this rage-filled trance. Turning your attention to the blue haired Kawata, you got off the now unconscious boy and decided it would be best to continue your hang out in an attempt to calm down.

Ran

He would love how you had two sides to you. One side was calm yet arrogant, similar to his own, while the other side happened to be his favourite. You would explode and takedown a handful of gang members on your own.

Ran wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone but you, but he found the second side so hot. Maybe it was how you moved so elegantly as you dodged each punch before dealing your own? Or maybe it was the strength you used behind each throw you aimed towards your opponent? Either way, he thought you were a damn work of art.

It really didn't take a lot to get you to switch. However, you made sure not to explode when Ran or Rindo was testing your patience. You may have agility and strength but you were nothing against their combo. However, Ran would never hurt you and Rindo would only gently restrain your limbs. It would definitely be just to show you that you were not on their level.

You often followed the brothers when they were going to deal with gangs that tried to muscle in on Roppongi. That could not be forgiven. After all, Roppongi belongs to the Haitani brothers.

While the brothers were busy with the leaders, you would be left to take out the others. It would be a struggle but you could manage most of them.

"You damn extras need to learn not to take what doesn't belong to you!" Another one had fallen. This continued until Ran and Rindo finally dealt with the leaders. It was an obvious victory for the brothers.

"You look so hot splattered with blood, baby," he would whisper in your ear before leaning back and sending a wink. You rolled your eyes before starting the journey back to their home.

Rindo

You were like his own personal guard dog. Not that he needed one but he did appreciate how you were always there for him. In fact, he loved that you didn't view him as the weaker brother and instead saw his amazing combat strength. You had to keep reminding him that Ran couldn't actually use his baton as efficiently without Rindo locking them down.

He had yet to really see you in action as the 'explosive princess' people knew you as. It did bother him a little but he never did express this disappointment outwardly. After all, he was a Haitani brother and so had to keep up appearances. Especially if he wanted to be viewed as an equal with Ran.

It was as he was on a date with you one day that he saw the mysterious explosive side of you. And he totally wasn't prepared for it.

It started when a high schooler had approached you both, telling you how you should ditch a weakling like Rindo to be with him. Rindo was about to kill this boy for even trying to get you to leave him as well as to prove that he wasn't weak.

However, he was left speechless when you had thrown a punch into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over and drop to his knees. You used your boot to push him onto his back before starting your assault on his face.

'Who do you think you are, you shitty extra! My Rindo is a hell of a lot stronger than your weak ass! Now do me a favour and die already!" Even as you were talking, fists smashing into his face as blood exploded from his nose and lips.

Rindo could only watch, not knowing whether to be terrified of you or to find this whole display extremely hot. The blood that covered your fists was a sight he wished he could see more often.

Once you were satisfied that the lesson had been learnt, you stood up and dusted your clothes. "Let's continue our date babe!" And now you were back to being the calm and sweet girl Rindo knew best.

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clouddd-hannn · 2 years

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INNOCENCE IS BLISS — TXT Choi Soobin

COUPLE: Choi Soobin x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNING/S: Abusive parents, suicidal thoughts, depression (?), bullying, homophobia, blood, gore, major character death (😢)

SUMMARY: Was being too naive a bad thing? You just want to live life to the fullest with your secret boyfriend, Soobin.

"Soobin-ah!"

The male called looked back at you, his expression cold as he saw you waving towards him eagerly. A wide smile appeared on your lips before running up towards Soobin who took out his phone and turned away from you, not wanting to see your bright expression. "Do you have any business with me?" Soobin asked you in his usual gruff voice.

"Not really. I just wanted to walk beside you," you replied, looking up at the male's side profile, your hands holding onto the strap of your black sling bag. "Soobin, you're really tall. Do you take some growth supplements? Wear insoles? Ooh, I know. You like drinking milk?" You asked the black-haired male who ignored you and plugged his earphones, indicating that he didn't want to talk to you. "Right. Sorry for being too noisy."

"Can't he leave Soobin alone?"

"I feel so bad for Soobin. Having to keep up with that kid's annoying ass. Doesn't he know Soobin's not gay? What an irritating fag."

"Does he not get the message? He should just walk away and let Hyein take his place. Soobin and Hyein looks so much better together."

That's too bad. You thought as you smirked on the inside but didn't show it on the outside. Soobin's my boyfriend but we're just undercover. You giggled to yourself before you felt Soobin tap your shoulder. Looking up at the taller male, you smiled and watched as he pointed to a room. "Your classroom."

"Right. Thanks, Soobin," you stated with a huge smile, waiting for him to do the same like usual...but you received nothing as he nodded and walked away from your classroom's door. "Maybe he's just really busy," you muttered to yourself before you moved towards your seat.

As you sat down, one guy hit the back of your head making you wince as you held the hurt area and looked up at the person. "What's up, fag? Think you can suck my cock, huh?" He stated, making him and his friends laugh with him. You ignored them as to not get yourself involved in any fights, like you promised Soobin.

Suddenly, while you were taking out your things from your bag, one of them held a tight grip on your hair and pulled it back, making you gasp as you were forced to turn their way. "What do you want? I don't want to pick a fight. Please leave me alone," you pleaded towards them, hoping someone would call for the teacher.

Unfortunately, everyone in your class loved to bully you. It was as if it were their daily routine, to call you names, beat you, almost anything to satisfy their sadistic selves. For what? For being gay? Or was it because you always stuck by Soobin's side like a leech?

"You're gaining more confidence now, fag. Has someone touched your ass before?" They added yet you removed their arm on your hair, angering them before they used the back of their hand to slap you hard which resulted in you falling on the ground with a loud thud.

They were about to say another word but someone suddenly entered the room. "Boys! What the hell are you doing to him?!"

You looked towards the voice's direction and saw Hyein, that one girl who always stood up for anyone, including you. "But, aren't you angry that this fag's taking Soobin away from you?" They stated, making you look down as you slowly stood up and sat back down on your chair.

Hyein sighed as she flipped her hair that was on her shoulder in a soft manner before she crossed her arms. "First of all, he has a name. It's M/N, not fag. Also, Soobin's not an object for anyone to own. Soobin can be with anyone he wants," she added before her gentle eyes landed on you. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Hesitantly, you nodded as you made your way towards Hyein and you both exited the classroom. "Are you okay? I hope they didn't do much," she asked you once you two were finally outside the door.

No wonder every student liked Hyein. Even you. She's really kind, carefree, and humble. Maybe things would be a lot better if Soobin really was with Hyein and not you. "I'm good. Thank you, Hyein. I don't have the guts to fight back to them despite being a boy. I'm such a scaredy-cat that—"

"Now that's just being toxic. M/N, being scared doesn't make you less of a person. You're you, you do your own thing and everyone should validate what you feel. Especially towards Soobin," she stated, a small smile evident on her pretty face as he placed her hands on your shoulders. "If something comes up again, don't be afraid to report it to me, okay?"

"O-Okay," you answered meekly, a genuine smile now evident on your shoulder, the other girl freezing in her place before clearing her throat and waved goodbye, you doing the same as you went back inside your classroom. Hyein sure is the kindest person ever.

Hyein stared at you asshe clenched her fists, you're back turned against her as you entered your classroom.

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As soon as the bell rang, you let out a sigh as you took out the lunch boxes you had with you, all wrapped in a blue lunch box cloth that complemented Soobin's hair color a few weeks ago. "Whatchu gonna do with that? Give it to 'Binnie' again?" One girl mocked you which you answered with a smile and nod, irritating her.

"I'm glad you knew. Am I that predictable now?" You stated, rubbing the back of your neck before grabbing the two boxes and walked out of the room, using the door nearest to you. You hummed to a song that Soobin loved to play when you two were together alone at his house, ignoring the annoyed stares and snarky comments that came out of the other students' mouths.

I made egg rolls and sushis. I hope he loves them as much as I do. You thought to yourself, a huge smile plastered on your face as you skipled towards yours and Soobin's go-to place in school—the garden. It calmed you down so much, the scent of newly watered plants and the beautiful scenery.

To you, Soobin sure doesn't show it but you knew he loved you like you do. He wouldn't be dating you if he didn't like you, right? A few more steps and you're finally in your desired destination, you could already smell Soobin's rich cologne that you loved to sniff a lot every time he snuggled closer towards you.

With a cheeky smile, you peaked your head through the garden's entrance, only for your smile disappear as you retreated and hid yourself after witnessing your boyfriend smiling and holding onto another person's waist. Why would he smile at them like that? But not to me? You thought to yoursef, head looking down at the packed lunch boxes in your hands.

Sighing, you smiled to yourself and decided to make yourself known to the two. "Soob—Hyein?" You stated in utter shock as you stared at the two, finally recognizing who the person Soobin was with. You observed the two, a confused look on your face that made the black-haired male raise a brow, the smile once shown in his face now replaced with a frown.

Does he only smile for Hyein like that? Is Hyein special to him? Is there something everyone knows that I don't? Your mind began making up different possibilities, including the possibility Hyein and Soobin could've been in a relationship already and the latter was only playing with your feelings. "M/N! H-How...did you hear what we were talking about?"

"Nope! I just arrived. You two seem pretty close," you chuckled as you sat in front of them on the grass and took out the lunch boxes, your heart silently breaking into pieces as you watched Soobin squeeze her waist assuringly. "Are you two hungry? I've made fod enough for three, I guess."

Hyein smiled as she took out her utensils and used her chopsticks to grab a piece of egg roll, offering it to Soobin who immediately chuckled a bit nervously as he looked at the female who teased him by retracting the food everytime the black-haired male tried to eat the roll he was being offered.

You sat there, eyes glued onto them as you observed them. They sure do look like a real couple, like what other students presume them to be, what they want Hyein and Soobin to be. You huffed out as that familiar feeling of turmoil began brewing inside your stomach, making you choke out a cough. "Hyein, Soobin. You can go eat this together. I'm not really feeling good."

The female widened her eyes as she placed her chopsticks down and expected your state. "Are you sure? This must'nt be the boys—"

"I-It's not them. I swear. I'm just suddenly not feeling really well," you stated with a reassuring yet fake smile as you stood up from your seat and waved goodbye, muttering a small 'happy lunch' as you made your way towards the Nurse's office, failing to see Soobin's sad eyes.

Luckily, it was just nearby so you were able to reach the office in no time. As you slid the door open, the nurse welcomed you with a smile before she frowned, her eyes refelecting a sympathetic gaze as she watched you walk towards a nearby bed, occupying it.

"Hello, darling. Are you not feeling well?" The nurse asked as she took out a permission slip and checked your name card so she coud write your name on the slip. "A stomachache? Headache, maybe?"

You looked at the lady and smiled sadly, shaking your head as you sat up and placed your arms over your knees, pulling them closer towards your chest and placed your chin on your knees. "I'm good. I just needed time away from academics. It's been long since I've visited the nurse's office. The last time, maybe I was back in 6th grade when I got food poisoning."

The nurse sighed before she offered a sweet smile and patted your back. "You're not alone in this world, sweetie. Call me if you feel a stomachache or a fever coming, okay?" She instructed you, which you answered with a smile and a nod.

"Okay."

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"L/N M/N!"

Hearing your name being called by your father, you immediately began quivering in fear as he walked towards you with an empty bottle of beer in his hand. You knew what was to happen and you blame it all on yourself for staying too long at the nurse's office.

"I'm sorry, dad. I overslept at the nurse's office and accidentally overslept. I didn't hear your calls and I—"

You were cut off once the bottle made contact with your left temple, breaking into small pieces as you let out a small wince, your father letting out a teasing cough as he took a shard and placed it near your neck, making you whimper as you tried to get away. "Ever since you were born, nothing hasn't been the same with me and your mother."

Scared, you could only gulp as you kicked your father in the nuts and rushed towards your room, forgetting about your mother who immediately grabbed you by your hair and pulled you down towards the sofa, knocking out the air in your lungs.

"Have you been flaunting your ass too much? I knew you were supposed to work at that brothel. You deserve a life there. Don't you want that? Don't you want boys to go crazy over you, huh?" Your mother stated before landing a harsh slap on your right cheek, your head tilting to the left as you held your right cheek, tears began to pool by your eyes. "You even used the pot I still haven't used to cook for that stupid boy you like. Where are the tupperwares, huh?"

"I-I forgot it—"

"Why don't you try slutting yourself for money, huh? We're pretty sure you'd sell well," your father stated before he pulled you up by your collar and placed a punch on your stomach, making you grit your teeth as you clawed on your father's hand. "What a sissy."

Your mother just watched in frustration as she watched her husband beat you up like a huge punching bag. You didn't know when it ended but you were for sure tired as hell as you weakly moved towards your bedroom after your parents left you in the house by yourself.

Why was it so hard to become the child your parents wanted you to be? You just wanted to be you, to live life to your fullest. Fortunately, your parents left for a one-week business trip. All throughout that week, you never bothered to get up from your bed, not even deciding to eat anything.

Maybe I was better off dead. Maybe I should just disappear from this world. No one ever loves me. My parents want to disown me, Soobin played with my feelings, the students at my school doesn't like me. How much more positiveness can I do before I finally give up and decide to kill myself?

Closing your eyes, a tear slipped from your eyes as you eventually fell asleep.

The next week, your parents still haven't arrived but you decided to go to school, wanting to see Soobin one more time, hoping things would change of you got to see his face. After taking a bath, you finally clothed yourself in your uniform and the drastic weight loss was definitely visible yet you didn't care.

You put on some bandages on your left temple that was unusually still bleeding, an eye patch, and a small patch on the left corner of your lip, not bothering to cover your busted lip. You smiled to yourself before getting your bag, wincing as it accidentally hit the bruise on your stomach.

Exiting the house, you called out a taxi and got on, telling the driver to go to your university. Upon arriving, everyone was shocked to see you once again, they seriously thought you would've died already.

But not exactly. You were still alive physically, judging by your annoying smile and usual skips, you were pretty much alive...although your soul has left your body far weeks ago. You had your head hung low when suddenly, you bumped onto someone's back.

Muttering a small 'ouch', you backed away and looked up at the person, smiling once you saw Soobin's face, well, annoyed face. "Soobin-ah. How have things been over the past week?" You started yet Soobin was busy inspecting your state. "Soobin?"

"What happened to you? You look like shit. Someone beat you up or somerhing?" Soobin joked as he listened to some students chuckle, not even showing a tad bit sympathy about your beat up face. "For real. If you look at yourself in a mirror, you'll realize how much you resemble a bottle ran over by a truck."

His words got you frozen in place as you looked up at the male who stared down at you with hatred and annoyance evident in his eyes. Those days we've dated, for almost seven months...was there even at least one day he loved me genuinely? Your thoughts were cut off once a student threw a rock at your back, making you huff.

Knowing exactly what was happening, you smiled up at Soobin and placed your bag down, in front of him before taking out your books and dropped it at the nearby water barrel, leaving the others shocked with their mouths wide open. "I know, I know. You all probably think I'm crazy but it's better if I do it myself. 's not like it'll change anything or something. Pretty sure my books will end up anywhere. In dog shit, or end up in tattered pieces. What more? Oh, in trash cans?"

You looked back at the other students with a smile, a small chuckle leaving your lips before you got your bag from the floor and dropped your extra clothes on the dirt, making Soobin snarl as he grabbed you by your shoulder and made you face him. "Are you guilt tripping me?"

"Oh, I'm not. Sorry, did it come out that way? I'm in no way making anyone's conscience feel pity on me 'cause at the end of the day, I just realize how much of a low life person I am. A faggot, a no-good lover, a try hard bitch, a nobody," you stated as you zipped up your bag, the smile still on your face as you put your bag on your shoulder.

"M/N, you can't do this," Soobin stated, eyes laced with anger as you slowly removed his grip on your shoulder.

"I didn't know what benefit it would get if someone bullied me but I get it now. The satisfaction, the relief. That feeling of seeing someone in despair makes you want to break them even more, am I right? Should I strip as well to make myself much humiliating? Good idea," you stated as you removed your bag, only to be stopped by none other than Hyein.

You looked at the girl and saw tears flowing down her eyes. "Don't do this to yourself, M/N. I'm saying this as a friend, not as Soobin's girlfriend," she stated as she held onto your arm, her words finally making you burst as you looked down silently on the ground.

"Ah...you're his girlfriend, huh? I guess that means Soobin and I have broke up without me knowing," you stated, making Hyein widen her eyes as she saw your smile, that same smile you'd always give to her everytime you saw her by the hallways. "Hyein, you and Soobin make a perfect couple. He should be with someone whose life's planned out."

Hyein could only sniffle as she looked back at Soobin who looked away, feeling your stare on him. You looked back at Hyein and wiped the tears off her face, the girl sobbing more as she held your shoulder tighter, making you whimper. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"It's alright, Hyein. What Soobin and I had wasn't that serious anyway," you joked, chuckling a little bit before patting the top of her head and walked off to nowhere with your empty bag, nothing in mind but to kill yourself.

For sure, that was an option to you but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. So there you were, seated by the school's flag pole, hoping it'd fall down and kill you. "Why is it so hard being me? If this was how my life was going to be, why was I even born in the beginning?"

Finally, that smile on your face disappeared as you bawled your eyes out, bringing up your knees to your chest as you placed your head down on top of your knees. "Why can't I feel loved? I just want to feel loved, even just from one person."

Eventually, you fell asleep there without a care in the world. If it was possible, you hoped an asteroid would suddenly crash onto you and kill you on the process. I can't keep up with my life anymore. It's too hard. You thought to yourself as a tear escaped your closed eyes, your body falling down on the grass as you drifted to dreamland.

Sooner or later, you awoke to a familiar scent. Scrubbing your eyes to lessen your blurry sight, you saw Soobin, arms crossed as he slept. His back was leant against an oak tree while your head was laid on top of his lap, his coat covering your cold torso. You smiled sweetly as you reached out your hand and removed the fringes that stuck to his forehead, your smile turning into a frown as you sat up from his lap and looked away at a distance.

"It's been long since you've taken care of me like this," you muttered to yourself, picking at the grass after you placed his coat back on him to keep him warm from the cold weather. "Soobin, you've been the best man I've ever had. You've made me experience so much that it's hard for me to let you go. But now I know I must."

You looked at his sleeping form before placing your head on his broad shoulder, taking in the sandalwood scent of his cologne. "I didn't want to sound selfish, but if I could have you for myself, I'd do anything. I don't want to give up what you and I have but it's too much for me. To take up every single detail that just happened earlier."

"I get the reason why you wanted to date me. Guess I was just easy and you wanted to test how much hell I should go through before I finally lose that spark in my eyes. Am I right? You used to be sweet and kept up with my enthusiastic and slightly eccentric side but I guess it annoyed you as days go by," you chuckled, remembering something that Soobin gave you: a necklace with a crystal pendant.

Smiling, you got your bag and searched for any paper you can write on and luckily, there was one piece left. You grabbed a pen and began writing the things you wanted to tell Soobin while you two were still in a relationship but failed to do so.

Ending the note, you folded the paper into a small one before slipping it in his coat's pocket, including the crystal necklace he gave to you. "Have a good life, Binnie," you stated as you stood up and finally walked away from there, hoping the male would eventually find the letter once he wakes up from his slumber.

As you made your way towards the school gates, you couldn't help but tear up as memories of you and Soobin began replaying inside your head. The times he actually showed his smile to the days he suddenly became cold towards you. What had changed? What made his attitude change?

You seeped air through your teeth before wiping the tears that escaped your eyes, the emotions building up inside you has finally cracked it's walls and bursted out like a dam. "Why am I so...annoying? Am I too different? Or maybe...I'm just me," you stated, salty drops falling down your cheeks as you sat down on a bench.

Though the sun was out and everything was bright, your day seemed to have been gloomier and strange with no stars nor moon to light up the darkness that surrounded you. Your whole world was pitch black, hearing nothing but threats and negativity.

A shaky breath left your mouth as you wiped your tears away and stood up from the bench. I want to be a person that they'll be proud of, a successful son with a humble heart, and I want to possess everything I need to become accepted in this world full of thorns and rocks.

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For the next few days, you've isolated yourself in the comfort of your own bed, indulging in watching cartoons and other stupid videos you could think of. Right, you were home alone. Why? You're parents decided to leave you be and put all the house bills to you.

You, a high school student. How can a high school student with no work, and would probably be better left off for death, be able to pay for those dues? Let alone take care of the house. You haven't eaten any decent meals for days except for the chips you've been hiding in your closet and surprisingly, the house was still as clean as a new house. Force of habit.

Dipping your hand for the last piece of chip, you groaned as you remembered that the bag you were holding was the lost one. Not having much of a choice, you left your bed and got your slippers, deciding to buy a few more chips you could munch on as you watch some movies.

Walking down the stairs, you inhaled a small peck of dest which made you sneeze, sniffing once before finally making your way to the froont door...not expecting Hyein to be there. She was standing outside of your door with black plastic bags in her hands, looking down at her feet before looking up at you. "What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing your state, Hyein gasped as she placed the bags on her right hand to her left where some plastic bags were. She placed a hand over your forehead and sighed satisfactorily as she offered you a sweet smile. "M/N, you've been losing weight. Have you been eating air?"

"Quite frankly. I guess," you answered as you looked away crossing your arms together as you stared at nothing in particular, not wanting anything but for Hyein to finally leave you alone. "Why are you here anyway and how did you find my house?"

"I pestered Soobin about it since I figured he'd know," she answered, your chest tightening in bitterness as you looked back at her with subtle angered eyes. "You were his boyfriend afterall. For days, you've been absent and I was worried sick. What happened? You know you can tell me everything," she stated with an assuring smile yet you scoffed as you waved her away, dismissing her attempt of trying to know the reason why you've been M.I.A for days.

"And you seriously think, after what happened days prior to this day, I'd tell you my problems? After I found out you were Soobin's girlfriend? Only a sicko perosn would do that. You can take your fake assurance and leave me be—"

"Soobin and I broke up."

You stopped in your words as you took a step back, eyes glued onto the brunette as she looked down at her feet, hands clutching the plastic bags she was carrying. "You're lying," you retorted with a small smirk, Hyein shaking her head before you held onto her shoulders. "Tell me you are! Why are you not telling me you're lying?!"

"Because isn't this what you wanted for me and Soobin?! For us to break up?! I.." she trailed off as she looked into your eyes, nothing but sadness and regret which made her confused (yet satisfied). "Why do you want me to date Soobin? Didn't you like him?"

Sighing, you took your hands off her and sat down on the stairs, Hyein following suit as she looked at you in anticipation for your answer. "I've always been a clingy kid, a klutz, and an ordinary male who's got nothing inside his head but air. Soobin deserves someone who can be on his level."

"Don't say that," she answered yet you shook your head as you looked at your opened palms and smiled sadly, remembering the time Soobin actually smiled again for the first time in forever.

"Soobin has this huge smile whenever he's with you. He grins a lot when you're around him, the usual kind of smile that drew me to him, the same kind of smile that he used to show me. But somehow it suddenly disappeared," you stated with a shaky breath before taking a huge breath and exhaling, failing to see how Hyein clenched her fists. "I was the one overly pining on him when I even knew myself he's given up on what we had in between. I figured he might've fallen out of love."

You looked at Hyein and held her cold hands, the girl unclenching her fist before feigning confusion as she looked at you. "But it wasn't. He actually found another person that could make him smile genuinely without being a hot mess. Thank you, Hyein. You and Soobin deserved to be together."

"How can you say that so casually? M/N, the reason Soobin and I broke up was because of you," she stated with an assuring yet forlorn smile as she removed her hands from yours and placed it on your arms. "Soobin has only been talking about you for days and he wouldn't stop telling me stories of you and him together for days. At that time, I was happy you didn't show up because maybe, I could change his feelings for you but I knew that the impossible could never be possible," she stated, her grip on your arms tightening yet you paid no mind to it.

"What are you trying to say here?" You asked the brunette who removed her hands from your biceps and clasped her hands together.

"I thought you were better off dead but I...wasn't the first person who got to own his heart. It was you all along," she stated as she began sobbing, making you frown as you pulled her in for a hug and ushered her inside your house as you two stood up. "I-I'm so sorry, M/N."

"It's alright—"

Suddenly, immense pain flared through your body that originated from your torso, making you wince as you feel your head become hazy, foggy, unclear. What was happening? Feeling a sharp object against your stomach, you pulled back from the hug as you coughed up blood. "Wh-wha.." you could comprehend what was happening as your now clean shirt was stained with your blood. "How...could you.."

Even just a single word made your body tingle and shiver in pain as you fall down to your knees, covering your bleeding stomach with your hands. Hyein just stared at you with wicked eyes as she held the bloody knife she used to stab you with. With a huge smirk on her face she closed the door and looked at you, forgetting to lock the door.

"I told him to stay away from you but he didn't. Soobin should've heeded my warnings but he never did. Three months after you and Soobin began dating, I threatened him to leave you and he should've dated me instead. But he never listened, said he loved you, wanted you, needed you and—ugh! It was too annoying for me to hear. I wanted to maintain my image as a role model but you had to ruin it."

"I even made sure all of our acts were genuine so everyone will believe me instead of you. Believe me when I say I had fun tormenting you, acting kind, and being that one 'pure' student who took care of every student. Guess what? I'm tired. What's the use when Soobin doesn't even like me?"

Feeling more blood come out of your mouth, you coughed as you looked up at Hyein with blurry vision, subtly taking out your phone and speed dialed the police but you accidentally called Soobin's phone number. "Hello? M/N?"

"What the fuck? Did you call someone?!" Hyein bursted out once she saw your phone's screen light up. Scared, you gathered up all the strength left in you and grabbed a handful of dirt from your garden vase and threw it at her, wincing. "Gah! Ah! My eyes!"

Using that to your advantage, you got up and limped your way towards the nearest place. The bathroom. You entered the room and cursed yourself for leaving your phone in a hurry. Wincing you fell down on the tiled floor and gritted your teeth as you feel blood ooze from your open wound. The pain was too mucb that ypu apparently forgot to lock the door.

You tried to get more air into your lungs but it was too hard for you. The time has finally come for your death but in all honesty, you were scared to die. You didn't want to leave your house behind, your promises, and Soobin.

"Come out you little bitch!" Hyein shouted as she tapped her knife on every door she could see. Fearing the worst, you climbed up the bathtub and got your favorite hairspray, whimpering a little bit at the sudden pain in your lower torso. "I know you're in here somewhere!"

Hearing her steps come closer, you limped your way back to where you were settled in and hid, slouching down before hearing an evil chuckle. "I wonder where he could be," she mocked as she walked her way towards the bathroom door nearer, you hid behind the wall as you can before you heard the door open and close.

Feeling relieved, you sat back down on the ground and sighed quietly, looking down at your bloody torso. Gulping, you used your free-hand to wipe a sweat before deciding to look at the door—

"Don't think this was over yet, kid."

On instinct, she lunged at you with her knife before you sprayed her eyes with the hairspray you got and made a run for it, closing the door behind you as you locked it from the outisde. Limping your way out, you cried hard as you looked back, trying to see if she was still on the trail. What a fucking psycho! I thought she was nice.

"M/N!"

"AHHHH!" You screamed out before you went towards the male as he helped you walk towrds the front door. Getting too much of a scare, you tried to hurry but the other male assured you.

"Calm down, it's just me. C'mon," Soobin stated to you although he too was scared as well. More blood loss from you and you were for sure dead...he didn't want that so he immediately called the police upon hearing Hyein's scream from your phone and then the ambulance upon seeing too much blood from your living room.

Luckily, the ambulance have arrived and you were taken in the stretcher. Holding his hand, he smiled sadly at you before he climbed up the ambulance himself, catching a glimpse of the police dragging Hyein away from your house, a huge smirk evident on her face.

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Beep, beep.

Blinking your eyes open, you saw white all over your vision. "Where am I?" You stated as you sat up but Soobin was quick enough to help you sit up on your hospital bed. "Soobin? Ah, I'm so glad to see you."

"I'm so sorry I came so late. You wouldn't have lost too much blood. Luckily, there were available blood samples and the cost was WAAY too much," Soobin joked, before he remembered to call the nurses. "Uhm, nurse. The patient's awake," he stated as nurses came inside the waed along with a doctor.

They asked you a few questions regarding your pain and stitches and after that you were all done but you had to stay admitted in the hospital. "Do you want to eat something? The doctors suspected a case of malnutrition as well after they've checked your body."

"I am kind of hungry," you admitted as you watched Soobin smile, holding up a basket of fruits and got an apple, washing them first before cutting them off to look like mini-rabbits. "My mom taught me how to do this."

"You've told me that a gazillion times already, Soobin," you stated before the said male chuckled as he grabbed the plate and moved towards you. "Thank you, Soobin."

Soobin smiled as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "This time, I'll make sure the whole world knows about us and nothing can ever come between us again. I promise you," he stated as he held out his pinky finger, you smiling childishly as you curled your finger onto his as well. "You're the best damn thing that has ever happened to me," he stated as he placed the crystal necklace back to where it belongs, to you.

"And you are to me too."

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A/N: Y'all seriously thought I'd let M/N die? Unless....

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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i finally got some time to post some Eren smut. it's fluffy and cute, i hope you all enjoy! :)

Making Love

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

"Are you serious right now? This game is so ass!"

Yelling could be heard from Eren's room as he was currently streaming at the moment. He was playing a new game his fans had suggested for him to play, and it wasn't going exactly well. It was difficult and he couldn't get past certain levels because of the frame rates; it annoyed him to no end.

"I seriously need to play demos before buying it.." Eren sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

It wasn't pretty late, it was around 10:30 p.m. he started his stream a little earlier because he wanted to head to sleep; as well as spend more time with his girlfriend. She wanted to at least have some cuddling time with Eren before bed, and he agreed that it'd be nice.

"Baby?"

His attention went towards the door where he saw his girlfriend standing. She was leaning against the frame, a look of worry written on her features.

Eren moved one of his headphones to one side. "What's up (Y/N)? Is everything okay, beautiful?" he asked, raising a brow.

She chewed on her bottom lip. "Are you almost done?" she asked.

He looked at the time, he also took notice that she had her pajamas on; maybe it was a good time to log off.

"Yeah, give me a minute, okay?" he replied, looking back up at her.

jaegerist45: lady calling?

erensimp43: tell y/n hello!

jaegerbombfan20: you look tired Eren

Eren laughed a bit, "Yeah she's calling, I'll for sure tell her hey, and yeah I am pretty tired. Exams have been killing me lately.." he replied. "I think I'm going to end this one a bit early today guys.. I'll probably have a longer stream next week for sure."

His fans sent a few goodnight messages and told him to sleep well, a few told him to say hey to (Y/N). He waved at the camera before ending the stream, he could feel the tiredness setting into his eyes.

"(Y/N)! I finished streaming!" he called, standing up and cracking a few of his joints. Sitting down in one space really made his body stiff.

The door cracked open and (Y/N) came walking towards him, a smile on her features. "How did the stream go?" she asked, looking down at him.

Eren looked up from his phone. "It went well, the game was shitty though," he chuckled. "Come sit"

Eren patted the spot on his lap, (Y/N) gladly sat down; adjusting her legs onto him.

Eren snaked his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "You tired?" he asked, nodding his head.

She drew circles onto the muscles of his chest. "Mmm, not really, I just wanted to spend time with you is all," she replied, looking into his emerald eyes.

His hand settled onto her thigh, where he began to circle the skin; goosebumps flaring. "Come here.. I wanna kiss you," he said, turning her face to face his.

Their lips connected with one another, Eren's lips were always so soft; they made (Y/N) dizzy whenever he kissed her.

Eren deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip; to which she allowed access to her mouth. A slight moan escaping her throat.

"Eren.." she moaned, putting her hands into his hair.

His body suddenly felt hot, almost feverish. He could feel the way (Y/N)'s body was getting warm, she always got warm whenever the two were like this. It was crazy to see what Eren could do to her by just kissing.

"Fuck, you're so tempting right now," Eren said, moving his lips down to her neck; her pulse beating quickly.

She felt his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue gliding against her sweet spot. Mewls were coming from her lips, Eren's mind was going crazy from all of it.

"E-Eren, wait.." she said, looking towards him.

He looked at her with blown pupils. "Shit.. did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry," he said, chewing his cheek. Eren sometimes forgot that (Y/N) was a virgin, he never wanted to take things too far.

She ran her fingers along his jawline. "No baby you're fine.. I was thinking.. I – shit um – I might be ready," she replied, her cheeks hot.

Eren nodded, "Are you sure? I mean.. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, or regret it later."

She smiled, "I'm sure.. just as long as you're the one who does it," she replied.

"We'll go slow, okay? You can pull my hair if you want to stop," he said, hugging her tightly against him.

She shook her head, "Okay.."

Eren lifted her up bridal-style, a small yelp coming from her mouth. He carried her over to their bed, laying her down on the sheets; she looked so pretty beneath him. He wanted to be gentle with her, take his time, make her feel good for her first time; no lousy shit.

He hovered over her body, his breath fanning over her face. "I love you.." he whispered, leaning down towards her neck. He began to press small kisses into her skin, every so often he'd graze his teeth to leave a mark.

"I love you too.." she replied, putting her fingers into his hair.

Eren kissed down the valley between her breasts, then down to her belly and towards her navel. His lips trailing and leaving small wet patches on her skin, it made her shiver whenever his breath ghosted over them.

"I'm going to take your shirt and your pants off, okay? If you feel uncomfortable just pull on my hair," he said, looking down at her.

She nodded, "Okay.." she replied.

Eren lifted her shirt over her head, her breasts fully exposed. Her nipples grew hard from the cold air, she felt suddenly shy; almost bashful. She hadn't shown anyone what her body looked like, not even Eren.

Her arm suddenly flew to her breasts, covering them. Eren noticed and grabbed her hand, "You don't have to cover up princess, they're beautiful, just like you."

He slowly moved her arm away so he could get a better look, he used one of his hands to massage her mound. His middle and index finger played with her hard nipple.

A small moan escaped her mouth from the contact. "Eren.."

He smirked, "You like that huh? I like your tits, they're cute," he said with a smile.

She giggled a bit, that's what Eren liked to hear. She wasn't uncomfortable, she wasn't weirded out, she felt good in his presence. He wanted her at ease.

"I'm going to take your shorts off, okay?" he said, looking up at her again.

She shook her head, "Okay"

Eren hooked his fingers underneath the band of her shorts, he pulled the fabric down her legs and tossed them into another part of the room. She was wearing white panties, his cock slightly twitched at the sight. He noticed a darkened spot, she was wet.

He used the pad of his thumb to lightly rub her clothed clit. She jolted a bit from the contact, Eren took notice of how sensitive she was already, it made him ache in his sweatpants.

"Can I take these off? I want to make you feel good," he asked, looking up at her.

She shook her head, "Yes.. you can"

Eren removed her underwear, her pussy now fully exposed. She pressed her thighs together a bit, that familiar feeling of embarrassment taking over. Eren was seeing her naked, sure, he had seen her in a bra or without pants; but this was different. He was the first person to ever see her like this.

Eren was focused on her pussy, it was pretty. Her slick coated her folds and it leaked down to her ass, he couldn't wait to taste her; savor every bit of what she was like.

"Fuck.. you're so beautiful," Eren praised, his voice coming out soothing; almost speechless.

He pressed wet kisses into her thighs, nibbling a few times at the skin. A small whimper came from (Y/N)'s mouth, her body was growing hot and she could feel herself getting more wet by the minute.

"E-Eren, please.. can we – um uh – move a little quicker?" she asked, desperation coming from her voice.

Eren stopped to look at her. "Oh yeah, I just want you comfortable princess. I'll get things started," he replied, fixing his bun.

He maneuvered himself so he was now laying on his stomach, his print was pressing into the bed. As much as he wanted to get things over with, this was his girlfriend. The love of his life, it was her pleasure over his anyday; especially right now. This wasn't a quick fuck, this was him making love to her.

Eren buried his face in between her legs, he took a deep breath; the scent filling his nose. His tongue slowly licked up her folds, a moan coming from his girlfriend.

He put his hands around the flesh of her thighs, spreading her apart so he can reach deeper parts of her. His tongue dragged along her pussy, his eyes looking up towards her to see any discomfort. What he saw was the exact opposite.

She looked so fucking pretty.

Her lips were glossy and parted, small moans were coming out of her mouth and her eyes were shut. A sight that made Eren's cock ache even more.

"Eren, more! More, please!" she cried, digging her nails into his scalp.

His nose was against her clit, his tongue swirling around and savoring the taste. He slightly hummed against her, he took note on the way her face changed when he did that.

Eren sat up for a second, his chin covered in her arousal; his lips slightly pink. "Shit, you taste good," he said, hovering over her.

He leaned down to kiss her, she could taste her slick on his lips. She put her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His finger went down towards her clit, it traveled down to her hole. She suddenly felt his finger entering inside of her, a gasp coming from her throat.

"O-Oh, fuck!" she said, grinding her hips against his hand.

Eren curled his finger around to reach that spot inside of her. "You're doing so good for me.. you're such a good girl," he said, kissing her cheek.

Her walls fluttered around his finger, he slowly moved in and out, her arousal coating his fingers. Eren curled around again, her eyes suddenly seeing white as he continued to finger her at a slow pace.

"B-Baby.. oh my God!" she said, gasping a little.

He smirked, "You like that beautiful?" he asked.

She nodded her head, her hand going down to meet his wrist. "Like that," she said, angling his hand upwards toward her g-spot.

He used his thumb to circle her clit, her walls were sucking his finger in and he could feel that she was getting close. He never knew she could be this sensitive let alone be this submitting to him; he liked it.

A knot formed near her belly, it was threatening to snap at any moment. "E-Eren.. I'm g-gonna cum.." she whimpered, grinding up towards him.

Eren slowed his movements before removing his fingers away from her pussy, he didn't want her to cum just yet. He wanted her around him for that, she needed to experience a real orgasm, not from his fingers, but from his own cock.

"I-Is something wrong?" she asked, concern dripping from her voice.

Eren smiled, "Not at all, I just want you to experience the real thing," he replied.

He got off the bed and began to remove his sweats, a print was prominent and a wet spot was visible on the material. Eren was itching to get them off the second he saw her naked.

She rubbed her thighs together as she watched Eren's sweats drop to the floor, his cock sprang free. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't small either.

"Should I..?" she asked, looking at the red tip.

He looked down at his dick then back at her. "What? Oh, no. Not just yet princess, it's your pleasure tonight over mine," he replied, walking towards the bed. "Are the condoms in there?"

She chewed her lip, "Do we have to do it with a condom..?" she asked.

Eren thought to himself for a moment, would going in without protection be a good idea? He's done it before, maybe once or twice, but how would she feel? Eren was going to take her virginity and he wanted to take as many precautions as possible, it was her pleasure over his.

"Are you sure you don't want a condom? I want you comfortable," he asked, cupping her cheek.

She looked at the table beside the bed then back towards him. "I want to feel you Eren, that's all," she replied, running her nails against his shoulder.

He looked at her, "If that's what you want then I'll go in without one, if anytime you want to stop-"

"Tug on your hair, got it," she cut him off, a smile on her features.

Eren chuckled before leaning down to kiss her. "It's going to feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good later," he said, looking into her eyes.

She shook her head, swallowing thickly. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, it was now or never, she was so ready for this moment.

Eren positioned his cock at her entrance, he rubbed the tip along her slick folds; a groan coming from his throat from the pleasure. She slightly whined at the feeling, it felt so good.

He took a deep breath before entering into her, she cried out in pleasure, Eren's cock filling her up felt so amazing. He groaned as her walls sucked him in, she was so tight and wet, it made him go crazy.

He looked down at her face to see if she was in any pain, her eyes were squeezed shut; her teeth biting her lip. Eren intertwined his fingers with hers as he leaned down to kiss her, his hips slowly easing into her so he could bottom out.

"F-Fuck.. you feel amazing," he said, kissing her cheek.

She put her arms around his neck, bringing his chest towards hers. "I love you.." she said, inhaling his scent.

He chuckled, "I love you more baby.. let me know when I can move," he replied.

Eren fully bottomed out, he gave her some time to adjust. He didn't want to move quickly, it could hurt her, it'd make Eren so upset if he accidentally did anything to make her first time bad.

"U-Um.. you can move," she said, tugging on his hair.

He hummed before starting to slowly thrust into her, his pace was sort of testing the waters he wanted to see if she wanted him to stop at all. All he saw was her lips parting open, small whimpers and moans escaping as he moved.

"S-Shit.. Eren! It feels so good.." she whimpered, throwing her head back.

His tip brushed up against her g-spot, her vision became hazy as he kept moving into her. Her walls were sucking him in, it felt so good, Eren swore her pussy was made for him. He loved every inch of her.

"Fuck, baby you feel so good.. I wanna fuck you so good," he said, his voice slightly raspy.

His pace started to pick up, the sound of her squelching pussy filled the room, his balls slapping against her clit.

"Yes! Eren! Shit!" she cried, digging her nails into his back.

Eren leaned on his knees to savor the view, she looked so fragile beneath him; like an angel almost. He couldn't break her he had to control himself just a bit, as much as he would love to take control and ravish her, he wanted her to remember this. Only the best for his baby.

His head went back, eyes fluttering shut as he thrusted. "(Y/N).. princess.." he groaned, squeezing the plush of her thigh.

That familiar knot began to form in her stomach, her legs began to tremble and a layer of sweat formed onto her skin.

"E-Eren.. I'm close!" she moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her.

Eren leaned down again to meet her face, either of his arms beside her head. His lips pressed onto hers, they were hot and wet.

"Cum around me baby.. you can do it beautiful," he said, slowing his thrusts. "I love you.."

As if on queue, her walls tightened around his cock. Her thighs trembling and her moans pouring out endlessly, it was like music to Eren's ears; heaven like.

"I love you too.." she said in between pants.

His cock twitched inside of her, his own orgasm slowly approaching. Eren picked up the pace just a little, he wanted to pull out and finish the job that way. He wasn't ready to cum in her; not just yet.

"I'm g-gonna cum.." he said, burying her face into her neck.

Eren twitched one last time before he pulled out, his thick cum pouring onto her belly. He slowly jerked his dick to get it all out, her name poured out of his mouth.

"Shit.." he said, looking down at her with a lazy smile.

Her eyes were half-lidded and a smile was on her features. "That was great.." she said, laying her head back onto the pillow.

Eren grabbed a few tissues and wiped the cum off her belly, he then tossed it into the garbage can. A few strands of his hair were stuck on his forehead from the sweat, he could care less about how he was feeling.

He collapsed beside her, his arm snaking around her waist. "I love you so much," he said, pressing a kiss into her cheek. "I hope I wasn't too rough.."

She ran her fingers down between her thighs, she winced feeling the soreness of her muscles. "Not too bad.. I'll be fine, but thank you, Eren." she replied, turning to face him.

He smiled, "You're so pretty, I want to make you my wife,"

She giggled, running her fingers along his hair. "Maybe.. we need to get settled first," she said, kissing his nose.

"I'm glad to be your first.. just know I'll be your last," Eren said, pulling her body closer towards him.

She buried her face into his chest. "I like the sound of that."

Eren placed his chin on her head before closing his eyes, he finally made love to (Y/N) and he couldn't be happier.

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