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tartagliad · 3 years

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Seeing you for the first time pt.2 (ft. Albedo, Xingqiu, Venti, and Razor)

summary: how they react when seeing you for the first time

G/N reader

warning(s): misspellings, grammar mistakes (?), some scenes from windblume festival in Venti's and some from Razor's lore and a little angst ig

fluff!

(A/N: hey there, I'm back..this time I wrote for the other characters, i hope you enjoyed it)

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Albedo:

You met this boy at Dragonspine

That boy literally spent 24/7 of his life in that place ._.

He was at Starglow Cavern, painting cave structures and some hilichurls

You entered the cave and continued your adventure there (finding the history about the place)

Suddenly, a bunch of hilichurls started to attacked you..

There he saw how calm you are in that position, just swaying your sword back and forth elegantly

He just stands there and didn't realise that you've finished fighting the hilichurls and stared at him

"You know..it's not nice to just stand there and do nothing" you joke

"Oh..uhh sorry, I kinda zoned out.." he blurts

"ahaha, it's alright..i can see it on your face" you said

Albedo is literally stunned by your appearance, your figure, your eyes, everything

"I'm y/n, are you always go to this place?" you asked him

"Oh uhh, yes actually..i always do some research on this place..I'm Albedo btw" he respond

"Ahh I see.." you said, after that you accidentally saw his paintings

There was a painting of hilichurls and sketches of..you fighting?

"uhh are those your drawings?" you asked him

His face flushed because he got caught sketching a portrait of you

"Uh..yeah, you were an interesting...'view' let's just say..so I decided to draw you" he confess

You actually find his drawings beautiful yet pleasing to look at

"Wow..these are beautiful" you speak

The boy is literally out of words ngl, he's used to get some compliments from other people, but somehow..compliments from you made him flustered

"a-ah..w-why thank you.." he said

"Uhm..maybe you could come and join me next time..maybe pickup some materials or sightseeing areas of Dragonspine" he adds

"Of course, I'll go with you" you said

You two always spend time together at the mountains, well.. even though you don't go there everyday..lol

You always helped Albedo on his 'unusual' experiments or even tell him your stories of your adventures

The boy loves your eyes, he literally could get lost in those beautiful pairs..

Even though he painted it or sketches it..the feel is still different compared to looking at it directly

The feel just makes his heart race..<3

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."

Xingqiu:

Like Albedo, he always spent most of his time at a certain place, for him..the place is the library

So... you obviously met him there

He was looking for a book that he wants to read since the last couple of months

The book was actually rare that not many people knew or read it..so he's looking for it

You actually borrowed the book from the library and you wanted to returned it

He currently asking the librarian when you suddenly walk to the counter and returned it

"I heard that you want to borrow this book?" you asked

"Oh..yes, I've been wanting to read it for sometime now" he answered

"It's quite rare that people actually read this book though and yet it actually caught your attention" he added

You nodded and smile at him "Yes actually, I was reading a few pages and then I was so in to the book, i have to borrow it"

You both laughed as you leave the library

"My name is Xingqiu btw, may I ask yours?" he asked

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Xingqiu"

There, you two talked for archons know for how long

You two sometimes switched books from your collections or maybe go out and find some interesting books

Other than reading, Xingqiu enjoys going on adventures with you

Seeing the nature around him makes him feel lighter

He really loves to read books though, but he tries to make you comfortable as much as possible around him

Maybe he'll try to take you out on a stroll around Liyue Harbor or maybe eat at Wanmin Restaurant, depending your mood

Sometimes you guys planning to pull another prank on Chongyun LMAO

He wants to make sure that you're comfortable around him and feel happy around him

All in all, he wants to see you enjoyed his company

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦"

Venti:

You met him at The Windblume Festival

It was your first windblume, so you're still confused about the traditions that happening around

He was in front of the Cathedral finding students for his poetry class

When he saw you, he waved at you and you approached him

"Hey there! New to the festival?" he asked

"Oh yes, I've lived in the city for awhile but i never experienced this festival before.." you answered

"Ehe, allow me to explain it. The Windblume Festival is a Festival in Mondstadt celebrating the thousand winds. Usually, the people of Mondstadt offers windblume to the anemo archon and to their special loved ones" he explains

"The people actually have to take their matters into their own hands, so they don't really have anything to get helped with" he added

"Is that why when I asked if anyone needs help, they say they don't need one?" you asked again

"Hehe, that's right" he says, "Oh, I haven't introduced my self haven't I? ehe, my name is Venti, the most popular bard in town!" he adds

"Your that bard, I've heard great things about you, my name is y/n, I'm just a regular adventurer.." you replied

He shrugged and acts a little nervous when you said that

"So uh.. want me to take you around town and see what people are doing?" he offered

"Sure, that would be nice.." you said

With that you two took a stroll around the town

Seeing people prepare gifts for their loved ones, the atmosphere feels so wholesome

You guys even took a little trip to Windrise, and he even play you a tune or two

You really enjoyed his company and he’s enjoying it too

During the festival, you guys grew closer together, and maybe you guys would perform together in front of the Cathedral

You were really happy that you have someone to enjoy the festival with

Even Venti feels a lot of joy hanging out with you

He wonders that he could be with you for a long time..

Well, whatever he is feeling, he wants to grow more closer to you :3

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦..𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦? 𝘦𝘩𝘦"

Razor:

Bless this wolf boy :")

You two met at his habitat, Wolvendom

You were currently adventuring at that place

When you're peacefully strolling around the place, you saw a bunch of wolves dead..

So you rushed to see where it was coming from

There, you saw a boy fighting against an abyss mage, boi... that thing really do like to cause trouble

The boy looked really angry despite the mage killed his wolf packs

You determined to help him and so you did..

After you two defeated the mage..he turned to look at you, "thank you... lupical, dead.." he said

This baby almost cried because he couldn't save all of them, only a few of them that are safe..

"I tried to protect them...but I failed...", he said in a sad tone

You looked at him sympathetically, "aww..it's alright..you tried your best, it's not your fault.." you said to him

He looked really sad and disappointed, but at the same time he felt kinda relieved that someone was there to help him

"Why did you come here..?" he asked, "Oh, I was just adventuring and then I suddenly found you..." you said

"My name is y/n.." you added, "I'm Razor"

"Do you come from here Razor?" you asked again, "yes..I was raised by wolves, Razor has no human family" he said

You were shocked that there's actually someone who is raised by wolves

"I see..." you said, "I think some of your wolf friends got hurt..may i help?" you offered him

Razor nodded and help you as much as he could

"There, that should do it.. they can't move that much for awhile, but they'll be alright.." you said to him

Razor was very grateful that he could find you, maybe he would be doomed if you hadn't come..

"You're strong...can Razor learn from you..?" he asked shyly :")

"Of course, I would be happy to teach you" you say

Razor smiled a little, he wanted to learn from you so that he could protect his lupical if something bad like this would happen

The next day, you came back to Wolvendom and train him

He picked up the lesson pretty quickly, and he now learnt how to use his Vision

You even teach the boy how to write and read loll v:

You came to Wolvendom couple of times, and besides train him, you helped him hunt some meats to eat

You never really force him to come and live at the city, but if he wants to visit it once or twice..you bring him there

Razor is really happy now that he learned new things from you and also has a friend that helped him..

Sometimes he wonders if he could protect you from danger too

He just didn't want to lose you like he loses his other wolf friends

Razor silently swore to him self that he will protect you from any danger that you encounter

Overall, you guys cared about each other and wanted to protect one and other, he just wishes that you'll be saver around him <3

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘳... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰..𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯..."

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(A/N: AHHH this is not like I wanted in my head...I hope you liked it, leave me some suggestions what I should write next, I still have some couple of ideas, but requests are open...so yeah ANYWAYS- thank you and good day :D)

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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The New Girl ~ The Date

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Masterlist || Series Masterlist

Warnings: a few swears, fluff ig lol

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE!!! so the series is technically done but i thought it would be cute to do a one shot of the date since it would be hard to describe just in texts lmao. i’m so so so sorry this took me so long to write i had absolutely no free time on spring break and then i had exams so i wrote this extremely fast pls don’t judge if this is bad but i hope you enjoy anyways 🥰

this can be read without reading the series first but it might make a little more sense if you have read all the parts :)

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The last bell rings in your 7th period class, signaling the end of the school day, and you immediately jump out of your seat and make your way over to Peter's desk.

"You ready to go Parker?" you ask excitedly.

"Yeah, I have to grab some books from my locker first before we leave though," he replies, packing up his stuff.

"Okay, but this time I'm coming with you. I'm not letting you leave me waiting again."

"You're never gonna let me live that one down are you?" he smirks.

"Nope," you giggle, "now hurry up, we've got a date."

After you stop at Peter's locker you take the short walk down to Delmar’s. It isn’t awkward per se, but you can tell that Peter is nervous. So in an attempt to ease his nervousness, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his as you walk. Unfortunately, this only results in him completely forgetting how to function and his face turning as red as a tomato. Nonetheless, you continue to drag him to the sandwich shop and Peter quickly regains composure for the rest of the walk.

When you arrive, Peter walks up to the counter, greeting Mr. Delmar.

“Hey, Mr. Parker! The usual I presume?” the man smiles.

“Yup, and a bag of chips with that please.”

“You got it!” Mr. Delmar turns to you, “And who might this young lady be? You got a date kid?”

Peter immediately blushes, his eyes widening. Saving him from embarrassing himself, you speak up. “I’m y/n, and yes, this is a date. Peter said this is the best sandwich shop in Queens, so I thought I’d give it a try.”

“Well he’s not wrong, this is the best sandwich shop in Queens. So what’ll it be for you?”

“Oh, um, I’ll just have the same thing as Peter. Chips too please.”

“Coming right up. And don’t worry about the cost, it’s on the house today.” he winks at Peter.

“Oh, thanks.” Peter says with a sheepish smile.

After a few minutes and some small talk between you and Peter, your food is ready. Mr. Delmar hands Peter two bags and gives you both a knowing smirk. “Alright, you kids have fun on your date. Try your best not to weird her out too much Parker.”

Peter laughs, clearly embarrassed. “Yeah, um, I’ll try. Thanks Mr. Delmar.”

As you walk out of the shop, Peter hesitantly turns to you. “So, um, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place to eat our food? It’s not too far from here and my aunt is at work right now so we’ll have the place to ourselves.” His eyes widen, “Not that we’d be doing anything! Just because she can be a bit overbearing sometimes and I don’t want her to like, ask a bunch of questions or anything weird like that. We can just eat at a park somewhere if that’s better though. I just thought since last time we hung out at your house this time we could hang out at mine-”

You cut him off, smiling, “Peter, calm down, that would be great! Let’s go to your place.”

He lets out a relieved sigh. “Awesome, okay! Um, it’s only like ten minutes away so just follow me.”

You arrive at his apartment a few minutes later, out of breath from trying to catch up with Peter who was practically running the whole way home. He unlocks the door and you follow him inside. His apartment is quite small, but it's homely and welcoming, filled with lots of pictures and decorations.

"So, uh, this is it. Do you just want to eat on the couch? Maybe we could watch a movie or something?" Peter asks.

"Sure! Sounds good." You settle on the couch in the living room, taking out your sandwich and chips while Peter turns on the TV. He grabs the remote and makes his way back to the couch, sitting on the opposite side as you. He considers sitting right next to you, but he's afraid that it would make you uncomfortable, so he decides against it.

"What do you wanna watch?" he asks as you hand him his food.

"How about a Star Wars movie? Those are always good." you suggest.

Peter turns to you excitedly, "You like Star Wars?"

You smile, "Of course I like Star Wars! It's like, the best movie franchise ever."

Peter just stares at you, looking completely astonished. He can't believe that you, a beautiful, rich, confident girl, could like Star Wars as much as an awkward geek like him. "You good?" you giggle.

"Yeah, um, I'm fine. Does Empire Strikes Back sound good to you?"

"Sounds great! Now let's eat, I'm fucking hungry." you comment, making Peter chuckle.

You're only about twenty minutes into the movie when you both finish your food, and Peter seems tense. He's anxiously tapping his foot on the floor, seemingly too focused on the movie whenever you look his way. You can tell that he's thinking about something, but you aren't sure what. For the first time today, you start to get nervous, worried that he isn't enjoying the date. He's barely talked to you since the movie started, and he's sitting on the complete opposite end of the couch as you.

"Is everything okay Peter?" you finally speak up, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Still avoiding your gaze and staring at the TV, Peter answers, "Yeah, um, I'm good."

He's obviously lying, but you choose to ignore it for now, "Okay, just checking." Maybe he's not feeling well from his food?

After five more minutes of silence, you finally break. You reach over and grab the remote, pausing the movie, causing Peter to finally look at you. "Hey! What was that for?"

"Peter, something's obviously wrong with you, you've been glued to the TV this whole time and you haven't said a single word to me."

"I'm, uh, I just really like the movie. That's all." he responds, still avoiding your gaze.

"Come on, I know that's not true. Something's up with you Peter. If you aren't enjoying the date just tell me and I'll leave. We can just pretend this never happened and we'll be friends." you deadpan. While you seem completely indifferent on the outside, you're desperately hoping that he doesn't end the date like this. You really like Peter, and even though you just met him, you don't know if you'll ever see him as just a friend.

Peter looks up at you, frantically shaking his head. "Nonononono, that's not it at all! I'm having a great time!"

"Are you sure? Because it really doesn't seem like it to me."

"No, trust me, I am. It's just, um-" he pauses.

"It's just what?"

He looks down. "Nothing, nothing. Nevermind."

"Peter, just tell me. Please?"

"I, uhm, I'm just nervous, that's all." he whispers, feeling ashamed.

You let out a sigh of relief, your own nervousness fading. "What would you have to be nervous about Peter? We're just watching a movie," you giggle.

He begins to ramble, "Well, its just, you're really pretty and I really like you a lot and I don't want to do anything wrong since I already fucked it up the first time and I wanted to sit next to you and cuddle while we watch the movie but then I didn't want to make you uncomfortable because this is only the first date and I didn't want you to hate me because you thought I was some weird perv who just wanted to touch you and I now feel stupid because now you think I'm not having a good time even though I am having a good time so I still fucked it up even though I was trying really hard not to."

You raise your eyebrows, trying to process everything that he just threw at you. "Woah, that was a lot," you start. "But you don't have to be nervous, I don't think you fucked anything up... And also, I wouldn't think you're a perv if you came and cuddled with me while we watch the movie." you smile slightly.

Peter catches on. "Oh... so, um, do you want to cuddle now then?" he asks timidly.

"I thought you'd never ask," you laugh, crawling over to his side of the couch and sliding under his arm to snuggle into his chest. You can feel his heart practically beating out of his chest, and you look up at him. “Peter, relax. You really don’t need to be so nervous,” you giggle.

“S-sorry, I’ve just never cuddled with a girl before.” With the way he was acting, you would think you and Peter were about to have sex, or that you were at least doing something a little more dirty than just cuddling. You don’t mind though, it's actually kind of cute. Plus, to be completely honest you haven’t had much experience either, so you feel better knowing that Peter is just as nervous as you are, probably more.

You smile, cuddling closer to him. “Just turn the movie back on idiot.”

For the rest of the film, you and Peter snuggle close on the couch. He absentmindedly plays with your hair as you lay on his chest, making your heart swoon. You two could honestly stay like this forever, and neither of you would mind. But your phone dings with a notification. You groan, not wanting to get up, and slowly reach to the other side of the couch to grab it.

“It’s my dad, he wants me to come home for dinner.” you frown.

“Oh, well, um, okay. Then I guess you should probably get going. I really don’t want you to leave though.” Peter blushes.

“Neither do I, but you know how my dad gets.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I’ll walk you out then.” You and Peter both get up from the couch and walk to his front door.

“I had a really good time today.” Peter grins.

“Me too.” you step closer to him and pull him into a tight hug. You pull back after a few seconds, your arms hanging around his neck and his still on your waist. You smile, “I really like you Peter.”

“I really like you too Y/N. So much.”

Without hesitation, you both lean in and close the small gap between you. The kiss is short, but it’s not awkward like everyone says first kisses are. Peter’s lips are soft against yours, and it makes you warm inside, like hot chocolate on a cold day. It’s perfect.

You pull away only when you hear the door unlock and open. “Hey Peter, what do you want for dinner- oh?”

“MAY!” Peter yells, embarrassed.

May smirks, “You didn’t tell me you had a girl over!” she turns to you, gasping “You must be Y/N! Peter has told me so much about you. Oh my god, am I interrupting something? Is this a date? You guys are using protection right-“

“May, please stop!” Peter pleads as you giggle, both of you blushing profusely.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll leave you two alone. I have to go to the grocery store anyway, so just pretend I was never here.” May winks.

You shake your head, “Oh, no worries, I was just leaving actually, my dad wants me home for dinner.”

“Oh, well alright then, goodbye Y/N I hope you two had fun! And I also hope I’ll be seeing you again soon!” she smiles

“I think you will.” you smile, “Bye Peter, see you at school tomorrow.”

“Bye Y/N, see you tomorrow!” he grins, still blushing.

You walk out the door, giddy and reminiscing over the kiss that you and Peter shared mere minutes ago. As you leave, you can hear May questioning Peter about the date, and you can’t help but smile knowing that May is already in support of your relationship. Although you and Peter haven't explicitly talked about it, you're almost positive that Peter would want to be your boyfriend, and you know for a fact that you want to be his girlfriend. But you don't want to pressure him into anything, so you decide to wait for him to ask you, whenever that will be. You just hope it'll be soon.

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Closer | Bucky Barnes x reader

I wrote this for @mariessecretfantasies’ 500 follower challenge, took me forever but it’s done!! congrats on 500 love, although I bet (and hope) you’re well past that now.

my ‘prompt’ was a song, specifically Closer by Nine Inch Nails… so it’s filthy. purely filth, no plot. don’t say I didn’t warn you. special thanks to @evnscvll for the proofread!

warnings: SMUT of course, mild(?) dub con, d/s dynamics, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex (and the prep is...not that good), ass-to-mouth (i’m literally blushing as I type this oml i’m so sorry), mentions of blood, slapping, spitting, degradation, semi-public sex, pain kink, and some other generally unhygienic behaviors… this isn’t a dark fic per se but it’s got 0 fluff. not even one ounce of fluff detected. definitely no aftercare lmao. ain’t nobody got time for that.

word count: a bit under 3k

He couldn’t drink anymore-- well, he could, but he couldn’t get drunk, so there was no use. Couldn’t get high on any drug, either. Pain didn’t affect him the way it did other people. But everybody has their vice, their way of hurting themselves to feel something when they can’t feel anything else. You were his, and he was yours.

You couldn’t even remember now how it started. There was definitely alcohol involved, but past that you weren’t sure what had compelled you two to stumble into bed together. Even at the time you had realized it was irresponsible and probably not worth the trouble, but it seemed inevitable in some weird way.

That was how it always felt, actually. Like tonight, when he met your gaze from across the bar. His eyes were so dark, demanding-- it made you shiver even though it only lasted for a moment before he looked away, pulled into conversation with Bruce. But you knew what it meant.

Didn’t matter anyhow; it was a big party, the whole crew and nearly all of the Tower staff were crawling the halls. There was no guarantee of privacy at a time like this.

You were chatting with Wanda when you felt a hand slip around your arm, pulling you back into somebody’s form-- of course you knew it was him, you could tell by the roughness of his skin, the smell of him, the way he pressed against your back…

“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?” Bucky requested with poorly-suppressed irritation, his lips almost pressed against your ear.

“S-sure,” you stumbled over your response. You got the sense that there wouldn’t be much speaking, but you couldn’t turn him down in front of these people without giving yourself away.

And that was how you ended up in a broom closet, pressed against the wall with his tongue dominating your mouth and his hands somehow feeling like they were touching you everywhere all at once.

“Buck, wait,” you managed to murmur against his mouth as his lips crashed into yours.

“Tired of waiting,” he growled in reply. “Turn around.”

You didn’t even think to question it, just obeyed his command blindly as he slammed you into the wall and began pushing your dress up, pulling your underwear aside.

“Not here,” you groaned.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

The absolute second that his cock was free he was shoving it between your legs and fucking you with unmatched speed and ferocity. It nearly burned, the way it forced you open, but it was exactly what you needed. You arched your back to accept his length more easily, your head falling back in pleasure. He responded by grabbing your hair and pulling it until your back arched even more.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you whimpered. In response, he slammed his hand over your mouth and fucked you even harder, as if it were punishment; he didn’t like when you said his name in times like this. He didn’t want to think about who he was, or who you were, or what the two of you were doing. He just wanted to feel you and nothing else.

Funny how a man who’d been unwillingly brainwashed actually craved the chance to forget.

His other hand moved from your hair and slipped down between your legs, roughly rubbing your clit as your hips bucked and thrashed in response. He held you still through it, biting down on your neck hard enough to make you worry about the skin breaking. But he knew by now that you liked the threat of pain, which is why he slipped his left hand down from your mouth to your neck. The sound of your breath halting to silence was so perfect that he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.

Already your vision was spotting into darkness, starting at the corner of your eyes and moving in. As you lost your connection with the visual aspects of your reality, everything else became stronger, and it felt like you were somehow seeing better than ever.

He stopped thrusting and leaned closer to your ear. “When I let go of your neck,” he explained quietly, his voice dark and rough, “get on the floor on your hands and knees.”

He released his grip and your lungs sucked in air faster than they could handle, making you cough and sputter a little. Still, you turned around to begin following his instructions. You got a better look at him than you had before. His eyes were so blown out that they were nearly black, watching you with hungry rage. Or maybe it was raging hunger.

You felt his gaze follow you as you stepped around him, bending down and getting on the floor. It was cold and a little bit gritty, both of which made you shudder. You became aware of the wetness which had leaked from your opening, smeared over your thighs and made an uncomfortable patch on the edge of your panties. You didn’t have to worry about that much longer, though, as he kneeled behind you and ripped them off.

“Buck, I need those--”

He slapped your ass, with the vibranium hand. It was so hard that you perceived the sound before your body processed the pain. As you lurched forward, your squeal of pain tore and cracked in your throat, so much that you could barely recognize it as yourself.

One hand slid your dress up further, admiring the warmth and smoothness of your skin, two fingers running along your spine; the other guided his cock to your pussy again.

You weren’t quite ready, not exactly wet or warmed up enough for this angle. You were sure this was the most your body could take, if not a little bit more. The way he pushed into you-- ignoring the resistance of your inner walls, your skin breaking out into goosebumps, your arms and legs quivering-- put you entirely at his mercy. Just as you were about to cry out in response to it all, he roughly shoved three fingers into your mouth: flesh, sweaty and dirty, tasting slightly of scotch and gun oil. They pushed your cheeks out from the inside, stretched your chapped lips until they cracked and you tasted blood. You swirled your tongue around them anyways, ignoring the way it caused drool to lewdly drip down his hand and your chin.

He smiled, in a twisted way, as he looked down at you. “You need it so bad, don’t you?”

You nodded feverishly, groaning around his fingers and letting your eyes flutter shut.

He used the hand on your back to guide your movements, watching your body as it swallowed his length to the base. He could tell you were struggling with his size, and he was almost impressed with your fortitude. Unfortunately for you, it only made him want to push you further.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he grabbed your arms at your elbow and held them behind your back, using them to keep you upright as he slammed into you. Each thrust made your knees scrape on the concrete, and your shoulders were twisted into an awkward position that made your muscles burn, but you didn’t care. All it did was add tinder to the flame of pleasure.

Tears stung the back of your eyes. You always cried when he fucked you like this, and he either didn’t care or didn’t notice; it was just so intense, you couldn’t stop yourself. You would probably be bleeding when he was finally done with you, and you would definitely be sore (on the outside and inside) tomorrow.

“Gonna cry, bitch? Can’t take it?” he hissed. You always got wet when he talked like that. Then again, you got wet whenever he talked at all.

Your voice came out hoarse and cracked when you spoke. “Harder,” you barely managed to grit out through your teeth.

Instead what he did was pull out and flip you over, slapping you straight across the face. There was nowhere to hide from him now, with your legs spread and your clothes torn to shreds, so you didn’t even try to suppress the moan when he hit you. He grunted and hit you again, spinning your face the other way. You wanted to ask him to hit you again but he just shoved himself inside you again, putting his weight on your neck as he wrapped a hand around it. You couldn’t moan but you could arch your back; he pushed down on your stomach until you couldn’t do that anymore either, and it forced your g-spot to push right into his cock. You would’ve screamed if you could; it felt so fucking good, too good, too much all at once.

Who could say how long that went on for? It didn’t feel subject to time or space, it all just felt like sensation-- sensation which washed over you until you didn’t know how to experience anything else. So often our bodies feel like machines, slaves to routine. A body which must rise in the morning, rest in the evening; a mind which must toil over the past and worry for the future. Now, you didn’t even know your own name-- you didn’t even understand what a name was for. Your only purpose now, and your only goal, was to feel.

That was what you craved about this: the chance to forget about everything else.

At some point you were pulled back into reality by the way he was manhandling you, tossing you back onto your knees and pulling your body flush with his by your hair.

“Beg me to let you come,” he growled, but you couldn’t even think long enough to put a sentence together, let alone actually get it out. He bit down on your shoulder and you whimpered in pain.

“P-please,” you sighed-- it came out so quiet that even you could barely hear it. His teeth sunk in deeper; you tried to say it again but it was caught in your throat.

He pulled your head to the side by your hair, and slapped the half that was exposed. “Beg me to let you come,” he repeated, slower, “you dumb fucking whore.”

“Please… please, let me come,” you mumbled.

“Louder.”

You hesitated, about to remind him that the hallways outside probably had people passing through and someone might hear you, but your hesitation was rewarded only with more violence as he hit you again-- even harder than the last time. You yelped and bit down on your lip.

You hadn’t realized how weak you were until he let go and you instantly fell to the floor, your hips held up by his hands but your face pressed against the cold cement.

“You can come,” he decided, almost flippantly, as he fucked into you deeper and harder. It seemed like he knew your body better than you did: he made you come faster, for one, and he saw it coming sooner as well. It was slightly embarrassing, but then again, you were on your knees in a broom closet so that was sort of beside the point.

It seemed to hit you all at once, and with no sign of stopping. You reached up to claw at the wall but it did nothing to keep you stable as shocks reverberated through your body. You were about to space out again when you felt the metal tip of his thumb press against your tighter rim.

“W-wait,” you gasped, but he pressed in further and your words were lost to a whimper.

“Oh, you can’t play innocent with me, sweetheart. I know you want me to fuck this little ass. Go ahead, say it.”

“F-fuck my ass, please,” you begged. It sounded shameless, but there was certainly shame (and fear) tingling in your gut.

The thumb pushed in all the way, and before you could deal with the way that felt, it was replaced with two fingers. You hissed from the sting, but willed your body to relax as you fell back into that headspace and simply let everything happen to you.

The transition from two to three fingers was barely noticeable. But you definitely noticed when he pulled everything out of you, guiding the head of his cock higher up. He moved your hips closer as you went limp in his grasp-- a drooling, mindless fuckdoll who, apparently, spread your legs for him whenever he wanted. It was some undefinable mixture of demeaning and liberating.

His cock pressed against your opening, and when it finally pushed past the tightness with a nauseating pop, you bit your lip.

You almost felt prideful when you heard him moan; he was usually pretty quiet. How you managed to feel any sense of achievement or value when you were face down in a broom closet getting fucked up the ass… that was a different issue.

He didn’t give you much time to adjust as he picked up his speed, fucking you so much gentler than he ever did but still rougher than you were expecting, somehow. Each time he was buried all the way inside, you felt like you were miles beyond your body’s limits, fuller and wider than was possible. It made you wet, uselessly.

When he moved faster, his balls slapped against your pussy and you could hear how much you were loving this, even as disgusting and painful as it was. He leaned forward to push your face into the ground and fucked you harder. The new angle pushed him even deeper, opened you up even more brutally, and you couldn’t suppress a cry of pain.

“How’s it feel, huh?” he taunted.

“It hurts,” you told him with a voice much whinier than you intended, but you weren’t exactly complaining. And you definitely weren’t asking him to stop.

Not that you were worried that he would. If anything, it only inspired him to push you further as he grabbed your hips tight to slam you back onto his cock.

He didn’t announce that he was close, but you could just barely tell based on the way your hazy brain couldn’t ignore the rapid increase in his thrusts. A broken growl was your signal that he was filling you with come but you were too numb to feel any difference. He kept fucking you through it, only stopping once every drop was inside you. When he slowed to a stop you sighed with relief, wincing a little as he pulled out and trying to ignore the lewd way that your hole flexed and constricted. You felt his come leaking as it dripped down over your pussy, down your thighs and onto the floor.

The smell in this cramped space was inescapable, and putrid, and only now did you really become aware of it.

“Don’t just lay there,” he scoffed as he stood up, “come over here and get on your knees.”

At this point, you were so well-trained that you were obeying his words before you’d even processed them or taken the time to question what his intentions were.

You looked up at him with watery eyes as he stroked his cock right above your face. He was looking at you with the most uninterpretable expression… cold eyes, tightened jaw, lips curled into a grimace.

“Clean me off,” he demanded, shoving his softening length into your mouth, “come on, clean my cock off.”

You grimaced but did as he asked, sucking and licking as it slid down your tongue and back into your throat. Didn’t take much of him for you to start choking, considering his size.

“Breathe through your nose,” he offered as a solution, but you had been trying to avoid smelling or tasting it. You didn’t even want to think about it.

You even took the time to lick his balls clean, too, and they tasted like your own arousal, bringing back some memories which managed to disturb you in spite of their recentness. When he was satisfied, he pushed you back onto the floor by your throat, and you swallowed thickly.

As per usual, he said nothing as he stuffed himself back into his jeans, or as he made a hasty exit. When he shut the door behind him, you were left there used up and tossed aside; dress ruined, mascara smeared, panties torn, come seeping out of you, gasping for breath. You had no plan for getting out of here without everyone seeing you; you had no plan for getting out of this sick, addictive cycle with him. In the meantime, you would sit in the empty room and wait for the blood flow to return to your numbed extremities, wait for the aftershocks of arousal and orgasm to subside, and let yourself bask in the comfort of the dark.

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realcube · 3 years

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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o 😈

characters: yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’

so you burst out laughing

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’ fell from his lips

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’ then he’d fall for you

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night

hence he fell for you even harder

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol 🖕 ‘

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

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uchukiyoo · 3 years

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“I have something to tell you”

-Prompt : You have a secret to tell to Seungcheol, your boyfriend, that would change your lives.

- Pregnancy au ? idk lmao

-Pairing : Reader X Seungcheol (S.Coups) - Seventeen

-Genre : Fluff ?

-Word cound : 850-ish

“Have you told him yet?” Joshua asked as he looked at your belly

“No…” you replied, letting out a big sigh

“What?? Are you kidding? Girl…you have to tell him!”

“I know! I wanted to but…”

You pulled your phone out of your pocket

“Look…Yesterday, I was about to call him to tell him but look at what he sent me. This video is just him having fun with his friends, it’s been so long since he visited his hometown, Josh. I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

“How could you ruin his holiday by telling him he is going to be a father Y/N?” your friends asked, gently patting your hand

“Because…he doesn’t want to.”

Joshua could now understand why you were so scared of telling Seungcheol you were pregnant. You two had been dating for about 3 years now but you never really talked about having kids even though, Seungcheol had mentioned before that he didn’t feel ready at all to be a father.

All of this happened by accident. You had discovered your pregnancy a few days before he left for Daegu, to meet with his family and childhood friends.

“He doesn’t want to have kids or at least for now. And neither do I…I don’t know how it happened but-” You continued

“-It did happen and now you have to tell him Y/N. Even if you don’t want to keep it, he deserves to know and who knows, maybe he’ll change his mind.”

“I don’t know…but I’ll call him tonight, I swear…”

“Do you want me to stay with you?”

“It’s okay…I’ll call you if I need a shoulder to cry.” You joked

“Alright, I’ll get going then, bye girl, and call me if you need anything okay? Take care”

“Yes…bye Josh, see you tomorrow.”

He grabbed his jacket and placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving your apartment.

You unlocked your phone, took a deep breath and tapped on your boyfriend’s name on yourcontact list.

Unexpectedly enough, he didn’t respond so you left a voicemail.

“Hey cheol-ah…I hope everything is fine and that you have a great time with the boys, I called you because I wanted to tell you something but…I’ll call you back a little later…bye, love you”

Not even five minutes after you hung up, you felt her phone buzz against your thigh. It was Seungcheol

“Hey babe, I was taking a shower sorry…you wanted to talk?” He said with a cheerful tone.

“Yeah…I need to tell you something…” You started

“What is it? You miss me too much that’s it huh?”

“Seungcheol I’m serious…but I can’t tell you on the phone…I’m coming to Daegu.”

“What? Right now? Are you sure?”

He sounded genuinely concerned

“Yeah…It’s too important. I’ll be here in a few hours.”

And without thinking twice, you took your purse and jumped in her car, on your way to the train station.

About 2 hours and a half later, you arrived in Daegu and typed Seungcheol’s address in the navigation app of your phone but as you tapped the blue icon, you noticed that you had received a text from Seungcheol.

“Y/N-ah, be careful ! I could feel that you were stressed out so please be safe, text me when you arrive”.

You decided to call him.

“Hey…I’m in Daegu, I just arrived, I’ll come to your place.”

“Where are you exactly right now?”

“I’m outside Dongdaegu station-“

“Okay I’m on my way, wait inside the station it’s getting cold outside, I’ll be quick! See you in a bit”

As you felt a little tired, you sat down on a bench.

Gosh my back hurts…you though as you put your bag next to you.

Seungcheol arrived a few minutes later and put his jacket on your shoulders before kissing you.

“I missed you babe…but right now, I’m quite worried about you, what’s up?”

“I know…I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t tell that on the phone. I needed to see you.” You started

“What is it? You’re scaring me!” He replied, grabbing your hand

“I... I’m pregnant Seungcheol…” You announced, feeling tears roll down your cheeks.

“What? You mean “pregnant” as in… “pregnant”? Like baby pregnant?” He looked so chocked

You nodded, unable to speak

“Wow…I- I wasn’t expecting that…”

You cried even louder, as you felt like you were ruining his life

“Hey… babe…why are you crying? Do you not want it?” He softly asked, lifting your chin up.

“D-Do you?”

“Of course! You know…I always say that I don’t want kids but you know, it was because I thought you would be against it. And…to be honest, I’m getting old so…and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you…”

“So we’re having this baby?” You asked, looking him in the eyes

“I mean only if you’re ready…”

“Then I guess we’re going to be parents” you simply said, laughing through the tears

“Oh my fucking god I’m gonna be a dad! Wait…I am going to have a kid! God I love you so fucking much Y/N” He exclaimed suddenly, pulling you into his warm embrace.

“I love you too Choi Seungcheol

Today i give you some cute stuff XD This is a lil something i wrote a few months ago, it’s clearly not the best but i’m currently working on something bigger and better ! Hope you’ll like this lil OS tho ! Have a nice day !

(english isn’t my first language, sorry if there are mistakes :/ )

-Sun ☼

#seventeen #kpop fanfic #seventeen OS #seventeen imagine #seventeen seungcheol #seventeen scoups #scoups #choi seungcheol #seventeen fanfic #seveteen ff #pregnancy au #kpop imagine #kpop os #kpop fluff #seventeen fluff #scoups fluff

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stargaze-issei · 4 years

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"write for me" (t. kei x fem!reader)

summary; after years of crushing on you, the introverted writer from class, tsukishima finds a way to let all his feelings out. if he couldn't talk to you, then he would write to you.

genre; fluff.

warnings; none.

word count; 1.3k

autor's note; i'm sorry but i thought once about tsukki being a writer and here i am now lmao. i could totally see him using writing as a coping mechanism bc he can't express his feelings. is this self inserted? yes very much. anyways, enjoy.

everyone knew tsukishima was smart, he liked to read and was and extreme geek. he could tell you trivias from every marvel movie if you asked. maybe that's what drawn him to you. imagine how hard his jaw dropped when he saw his middle school crush in his same classroom, there, in karasuno. to yamaguchi, it was hilarious. your figure hadn't change so much during holidays, if anything, you were even prettier. of course, tsukishima would never say that out loud. he had made sure to get a seat from behind you, in order to make his staring less obvious, but never escaping from yamaguchi's comments on how he should at least talk to you.

the first time he noticed you, was during a break in your old school. you were sitting in the floor with a notebook supported on your thighs, writing something with a weird speed. even between all those noisy kids, balls flying around, you seemed so focused on your writing that it almost looked out of place. kei's head was filled with questions on what got you so excited to write, because being a writer himself, he knew that inspiration was a hard thing to get. since that moment, his eyes always found a way back to you. sometimes, you just stared at a blank paper, or write your brainstorm down. it would be a lie if he said he never wondered what was on that paper, on those notebooks. more than once he stayed up all night thinking about it.

"there are tons of others schools! it has to be a sign, tsukki!" yamaguchi had tried to convince him to talk to you for ages, but an uncommon shyness struck the blonde whenever it came to you.

"shut up, yamaguchi" he always shut him down, but his friend understood, and seeing tsukishima get flustered was always a pleasure to sight.

in the whole time he knew you, you never seemed sad. yes, you were usually by yourself, but he catch on those small smiles whenever you were satisfied by what you wrote, or when you laughed at yourself for any reason. he was sure that, at least throughout middle school, you were happy. someway along the way, it changed. you were making new friends, and to anyone who didn't pay attention, you were happy as always, but he knew you weren't. tsukishima desperately wanted to talk to you, he hated seeing those bags under your eyes, that fake smile. he wanted you to be happy and didn't know how to help you.

"hey y/n.

you looked sad today, i wanted to talk to you but i couldn't. is it because you stopped writing? if it is, please don't, i look forward to read something from you.

ps. please don't get scared, i'm not a stalker. i just like you, a lot"

he folded the little note in two, he would deliver it after practice in your locker. if he said he wasn't nervous, he would be the biggest liar ever. his hands were shaking while writing, in practice, he couldn't block a single hit because he was too busy thinking about your reaction. of course you would get scared, who wouldn't? he basically said that he watched you enough to know when you are sad and asked you to keep doing something as private as writing. but he did worry about you. the only other option was to actually talk to you, but that was not happening. first, because he had a reputation to keep. tsukishima kei, the sarcasm in human form, showing feelings over a crush? nope, not in this lifetime. second, at least this way he had the benefit of the doubt. if you thought he was some cute, sweet boy, maybe you wouldn't run away, but if you knew it was him, it was over. most people were scared of him.

he decided to do it, against all his better judgement.

the next day, he made yamaguchi pretend to talk to him near you locker only to see your reaction. every minute seemed eternal, until you finally arrived. he couldn't avoid thinking how pretty you looked in your uniform. both him and yamaguchi, who he had updated of his doings, stared at you while the piece of paper fell to your feet. thank god the halls were full enough for you to not feel their piercing gaze, because they weren't even blinking. as you read, tsukishima could swore his heart stopped beating. but when he saw your lips curve in a smile? he was done. he had made you smile. you were smiling at his handwriting, at something he wrote, damn, it felt like a whole world had been presented before him. he didn't had butterflies in his belly, he had a complete fleet of birds.

it became a routine to leave you little notes, saying how cute he thought you were, or him asking things, even if you couldn't respond, he just wanted you to know he cared.

"hey y/n.

i thought you presentation in japanese history was amazing. and don't even think i'm biased, because of course i am, but that's not the point. how you smiled at the end made it ten times better.

ps. that hair pin looked really pretty"

as usual, he waited until the end of practice to leave it. a paper folded was stuck with tape outside your locker that time, blocking the entrance. his heart started to beat faster, had you left him a reply that time?

"hi, you.

it's been a month since you started leaving me notes, it would be rude of me to not answer. you make me feel really good, you know? i was surprised at first, nobody else notice how sad i was but you. i'm not anymore, mostly thanks to your words. i can't get you out my mind, it bothered me to not have a face to place in my thoughts. i wanted, no, i want to meet you so bad. do you really like me? i like to think you wouldn't lie to me, so i won't lie to you. i'm pretty sure i like you too. i can even hear you thinking, how could i like you if i don't know who you are?, well, think again, tsukishima kei."

the first thing he felt was fear. god, he was so scared. he re-read it, it said you liked him back. did you though? he was so... unlikeable. someone as nice as you just couldn't be into him. but he wasn't anyone to say who you could or could not like, so–

"hey, tsukishima" that voice. he had heard it so many time, but for the first time was actually to him. his name between your lips sounded like a completely different thing, something amazing tsukki could hear for hours non stop. slowly, he turned around to face you. you were still in your uniform, meaning you had stayed there for three hours just waiting for him. "aren't you gonna ask me how i figured it out?"

a soft how left his throat. you were kind of entertained by his reaction, you understood the shocked, you had felt it when you realized it was him sending you those cute notes four days ago.

"when the guy you like since middle school starts acting strange, you can tell. and the way you wrote, like you knew me from a long time. i was between you and yamaguchi, so i took my chances on you" both of you were to afraid to move, scared that the other was going to disappear "would it be okay if i ask you on a date?" all your confidence had left your body before asking that question.

"that's all i want, dumbass" he answered, going back to be his usual self. you laughed, making his heart skip a beat. "c-can i... get closer?" that was everything you needed to walk towards him, your moves seemed to synchronize perfectly with his.

kei's arms wrapped around your neck, him being to tall to reach your waist, and your arms were around his torso. he felt so warm, like the hug you were expecting your whole life.

#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #hq tsukki #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima #tsukishima haikyuu #tsukishima imagine #tsukki fluff #tsukki x reader #– star's; originals! [❀]

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zabiume · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review -tag game

Thank you @recurring-polynya for tagging me! I wish I could say I’m a Pisces so I love talking about myself, but I think that’s just a core personality trait at this point so! Let’s go!

1. How many fics on AO3?

17 Bleach fics (but many of them are short enough to be drabbles), 1 The Mandalorian fic, and 1 DC Comics fic under my pseud that I created specifically for Jason Todd. zabiume is where I fawn over Orihime and lazarus is where I fawn over Jason -- hence the distinction.

2. Total AO3 word count?

219,317 over two years but there are some fics I wrote that are only on Tumblr so maybe I’d add a couple 100-500 words to that? It did say AO3 word count, though, so maybe not.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I used to write for the TV shows Psych and Supernatural when I was really little but I never posted it anywhere lol. I’d say the fandoms I wrote the most for were Bleach and the 80s Batfamily, which was my favorite Batfamily era and probably still is. I don’t write fic as much as I read fic, so there are some fandoms I really, really love but never actually wrote for like the Spiderverse fandom, or the Death Note fandom (lol, don’t judge me). I probably write for Bleach the most.

4. Top Five by Kudos?

six hearts beat as one (164)

Make My Wish Come True (120)

The Epic Highs and Lows of Ghost-Hunting (102)

with you, anything is pawsible (100)

Tell You My Sins (97)

I’ve got a higher kudos count on my old Batfamily account I think, but I will not plug that here because I’m embarrassed and want to leave it in the paaaast.

5. Do you respond to comments, why/why not?

Absolutely! I feel grateful when people take the time out to leave a comment so I try my best to reply to all of them. Sometimes people might be binge-reading my longer fanfics and commenting on every single chapter (which is fun) but I don’t know if I’m supposed to reply to all of them so I might have just replied to the earliest/latest one and thanked them for all of it. Sometimes I get comments that are only emojis/in languages I don’t speak, and I don’t know what the proper etiquette is to reply to those but trust me I saw them and they made me vvv warm :’) I never reply on ff.net because I have no idea how that website works lmao but I get a lot more reviews there than I do on AO3 so it’s always exciting to post there even though the formatting makes me cry.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t write a lot of fics with angsty endings as much as I do with angsty beginnings and middles, but the ending for Tell You My Sins is something I still get a few comments about saying “Oh my god!! How could you leave it there!!! Why do you hate me!!!” but I’d say that was more of a bittersweet, yearning ending than an angsty one, but who knows!

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don’t write crossovers, but I have a lot of them in my head; my most buckwild one is probably Mom!Orihime Inoue/Mom!Talia Al Ghul but I’m not going to go into it unless someone actually wants to hear it sfjfjjf

8. Have you received hate on a fic?

Once? It wasn’t hate, per se, it was just the condescending brand of “oh I like your writing, but I’d like it better if you wrote [ship name] instead” which is...a bit annoying but I generally get a lot of kind comments from people I know here/on ff.net/on AO3 so I can’t complain.

9. Do you write smut?

In theory

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked if they could translate my fic and post it on a Brazillian fanfic website, but I kind of hesitated because I had to make an account there and I didn’t want to make an account I don’t actually use, so I refused :/ We’re still talking about having it up on AO3, though, so you never know!

12. Ever co-written a fic before?

I’m very shy/self-indulgent so I usually do everything myself (both writing and editing). The most I’ve collaborated with people is when they send me prompts or I send them prompts. Hehe.

13. All-time favourite ship?

IchiHime, if we’re talking romantic, but if platonic relationships count then nothing will ever beat Bruce Wayne & Jason Todd for me!

14. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

Technically, Epic Highs and Lows is a WIP, but it’s not a WIP I want to finish, so no? I’ve made my peace with giving up on that one but I still get a few comments every now and then asking for an update (I’m sorry).

15. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at describing feelings, and how much characters care about each other. I’ve been told I’m good at writing the relationships between characters, too, but if I had to pinpoint one strength I’d say it’s probably...my characterization? Characterization is pretty subjective but I’d say I like that I write characters exactly the way I see them. Sometimes I might write a light-hearted fic and go, “This could have been an excellent premise for a filler episode if Studio Pierrot weren’t absolute cowards” but I think that’s a bit egotistical.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

I’m not very good at writing Plot/World-building, and my best fics are generally born from a short-term, situational idea, rather than a long-term fic that spans over chapters and chapters or across series. I don’t have a distinct writing style, which is something that bothers me sometimes, because I feel like I don’t have any Trademarks(tm) that would make a reader go, “Oh, yeah, that’s a Zabiume fic.” I feel like that makes my writing forgettable idk. I get very excited about sharing my fics with my readers so I hurry on the editing sometimes and might end up overlooking a tiny spelling error here and there, but that is just because I am excited to share my things with you guys okay!!! I’m a Golden Retriever.

17. What are your thoughts of writing dialogue in other languages?

Hmm, this is an interesting one. Since I write a lot of IchiHime fics, I feel like the honorifics make a lot of difference in their relationship i.e the tenderness that comes from calling someone by their last name, especially if you’re shy. I mean, the whole reason Ichigo calling Orihime by her first name in the epilogue is so special is because of how long it took for them to get there. I’m also fond of how softly Masakazu Morita says “Inoue” so now I can’t unhear it when I read the manga/write fic lolol. I’m Asian (and obviously I don’t want to generalize because there are. many countries in Asia) but my culture has a few similarities with the Japanese culture and some of my aunts call their husbands by their last names+honorific sometimes after marriage as a joke/term of endearment so that’s why I think I use the honorific sometimes, but mostly I don’t. Depends on the context. I’m not from Japan, but I’m not from America either, so I try to avoid “culturizing” my fic too much and keep it like,,,as universal as possible but I do try to do my research to the best of my abilities and not offend anyone. If I mess up somewhere, I’d love for people to correct me/teach me, though. Mostly I just write in English.

18. First fandom you wrote for?

I wrote Psych fanfic on MS Word and made my sister read it when I was like, ten I think. Mostly I just wrote fic in my head and never posted it anywhere because I’m horribly shy.

19. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

My favorite fic I’ve written ever is my Batman fanfic, All the Memories Left By the Day, but my favorite fic I’ve written for Bleach would probably be my five lifetimes, one love series because I’m having a lot of fun writing it and roll back, like press and rewind, which is a fanfic where Ichigo Gets Pegged by Orihime.

Tagging: @ulquiorracifer, but no pressure! If any of my followers want to do this, you can just say I tagged you :)

#asks #tag meme

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— LOVE LETTER FROM ANON ; 💌

this is from an ask i received. i copy pasted and replied here as a text post since i can’t put “read more” on anon asks and it’s quite long hehehe. to the anon who sent me this, i give you loads of my love, thank you so much for everything !!

[ the ask ]

hi lovely,

i just read earned it and i have a couple things i’d like to say to you if you don’t mind. before i start, i completely understand if you don’t want to share this ask or even read at all which is fair. but if you do decide to read it, i know that one person such as me cannot change the decisions a writer had made such as discontinuing a series but i hope that this allows you some sense of peace or happiness towards your creation and end of earned it. i’m actually writing this is my notes before i send it to you so that’s how you know i truly mean it. buckle up baby!

i’d like to start with this; i just read and finished all the remaining chapters of earned it. i don’t know how to say this without sounding arrogant or cocky which truly isn’t my intention here, i promise so i’ll just say it as is. i swear to ever loving god, i’ve scoured the entirety of tumblr, ao3, fanfiction.net, wattpad, everything and anything, and it still isn’t very often that i find works like these, far and few between dare i say. ive looked through almost everything i could get my hands on to read in the jjk fandom and dear god, do you manage to keep on surprising me. i’ve read majority if not all your works along with following you on ao3 and tumblr, and i must say. i truly am so fucking impressed. completely and absolutely fucking floored if you will. the amount of plot twists and pure emotion you managed to put into this is only something i can dream of ever creating.

i cannot lie, it truly my hearts to think that people gave you so much shit over this to which ended in you deciding to discontinue along with your lack of interest which at least, is understandable unlike the hate. i literally cannot comprehend how people would be unhappy with the outcome so far after reading it since it was beyond fucking magnificent in my eyes. it kept me on my toes the entire time whilst never managing to bore me once and as someone with adhd, thats fucking hard to do, i’ll admit it. props to you. and as much as i want to grovel and beg for crumbs, something, anything to know about how it ends, i know that that will most likely accomplish nothing to both you and i so decided to just say this.

thank you for writing this. thank you for not only writing it but dealing with the experience of unwanted and negative criticism to the point you had to stop and discontinue it whilst also being generous and amazing enough to keep it up so other people could still read it. i really hope your proud of earned it and how it turned out so far, because if i were you, i’d be so bloody fucking proud i wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

my friends often tell me i overstep my boundaries and i really hope i aren’t doing that with this but i just really, truly, wanted to express my genuine appreciation and thanks towards your writing and towards you as a writer that puts out content, not to mention for free!!!!, for people like me. i also don’t want to seem as if i’m glorifying earned above all your other works, because that’s not what i mean. your writing is just… just fucking chefs kiss. sorry, my brains starting to run out of words at this point but oh my god. thank you for letting me experience the experience of earned it even though there was no proper end. i’d rather have that than nothing at all. and maybe i misread this entire thing, maybe you are goddamn proud of your work, which you fuckinf should be considering the pure quality it is. once again, chefs kiss!!

i just… i don’t know what to say anymore. your writing, quite literally, has made me completely fucking breathless in a good way of course. anyways, i hope this wasn’t too much of a ramble and at least managed to make you smile or something. have a lovely day sweetheart!!!! <333 :*)

OMG ANON PLS FORGIVE ME IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME DAYS TO RESPOND TO, I DIDN’T WANT TO GIVE YOU A HALF ASSED RESPONSE SO I WAITED TO GET MY MENTAL ENERGY BACK TO A HUNDRED PERCENT SO I CAN SEND BACK MORE LOVE TO YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY !! FIRST OF ALL UHM…

you really made me speechless with this one, you have no idea. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve reread this and teared up a little bit because you know… I’m so shocked like I really have no idea what I did to receive such a sweet message because I’m just writing silly fanfics when I’m feeling it yknow? Or at least that’s what it seems like because it turns out I have a huge impact on others and I’m able to make people happy like I’ll never EVER get used to that feeling and I mean that in a good way !! Like I’m in a constant state of disbelief that people are this affected by my content and I’m just…

I’m so thankful truly PLEASE can I give you a hug I’m so happy sobs sobs sobs

also baby, thank you sm for this again AAAAHH. I’m not sure if you really mean ‘Earned It’ the mafia! gojo series or ‘Reckless’ the CEO gojo series though ?? Both are discontinued but Earned It was discontinued bcos my dumbass killed Naoya there and he was my favorite so I lost the motivation and it was all my fault SOBBSSS. as for Reckless though, yeah I’d say it was mostly the hate I got for it that demotivated me into continuing it :// but if this ask is meant for Earned It, then yes thank you so much for the kind words as well, though I didn’t really receive hate for it so no worries !!

and aaah anon im…I’m at a loss for words lmao but the part where you said where you would be proud if you wrote it, that’s really…LIKE IDK it just hit me bcos oftentimes I look at something I poured my heart into, but then I’d have days where I’d be like YIKES that wasn’t a good one. its so easy to forget the effort we put into something when we’re affected by external factors. and yeah even though I really don’t want to continue either series anymore, thank you for leaving me the important note of being proud of myself <33

although the series (earned it) wasn’t really something I’d properly executed and planned for, I do remember being passionate over it and feeling truly excited to update. even if it didn’t end out the way I wanted it to, it’s still something I poured my heart on and that’s magnificent on its own, so I’ll be prouder of myself from now on <33

no worries bb you are not overstepping any boundaries at all !! believe me when I say this ask truly do means a lot to me – more than you’ll ever know. messages like these are what keeps me going, as feedback is important to writers, but most of all it’s the genuine support and sincerity that gets to me.

I’m truly humbled and grateful right now. thank you for this again and again and again.

THIS MADE ME MORE THAN SMILE !! there’s a lot of things I’m struggling with even if I don’t publicly express it, but messages like these will always have a special place in my heart. I’m sincerely grateful for everything, and I’ll continue writing here and sharing my works!! It’s supportive people like you that make these moments worthwhile. I’ll never forget this message anon AAAAH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU HAVE AN EVEN BETTER DAY OR NIGHT, you have me weak in the knees for this

OKAY BRB SOBBING IN HAPPINESS

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #suki: for keeps #uwu anon

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memes-saved-me · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions

Tagged by @cherry-toxic @lazybakerart @rascheln & @withoneheadlight 💖💖💖

(These are a little jumbled up)

How many works do you have on AO3?

34 and they're all Stranger Things lmao

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Room 35, I Found You and You and I, We Come From The Same Star

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I love love comment and appreciate them so much so I always reply to them if they are sort of able to be replied to. Sometimes even with an emoji just to let the commenter know I saw what they said.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

100% My Pretty Boy because its literally about Billy dying and leaving Steve a note lol. Not very long but it still messes with me to this day

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Oh yes. My favourite thing to do it throw a ship into another universe and see what happens. I'm still working on that videogame AU edit thing from ages ago. Twilight is a WIP I'm still doing and Xmen is one I plan on continuing at some point.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I've received 1 hate comment and it was just some random homophobe which honestly it was so random I laughed

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I mean I try lol. I'm not the best at describing actions so I don't know how good my smut comes off but I know I want to read it in a fic so there it is. Plus I can meet my own tastes lmao

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No not fics. Edits yes but not fics

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone once asked to translate one of my old fics on Wattpad but I never heard from them after giving them permission so who knows. I think it was to Arabic but I'm not sure if it ever did.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I get stressed lol

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I mean Harringrove because these boys are literally the most relatable and flexible ship I've ever come across. There is certain ships that hold a place in my heart but I don't write for them.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I would truly love to go back and edit You and I, We Come From The Same Star and finish it properly but honestly I don't have the energy to research eras like I did back then or the time. I did publish the ending but there's a big gap to be filled which I would love to but can't right now. Maybe one day

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I think. Or maybe internal monologues as I really like describing emotions and feelings. Interactions between characters are my favourite thing to read so I tend to write it the most.

What are your writing weaknesses?

As said describing actions. I literally sit or stand trying to figure out exactly what the characters are doing to help me write it lmao. Also maybe pacing, I do think at times I rush things because I myself get bored with filler or unneeded scenes so just cut them.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I try but don't want to get things wrong. I like to use phrases in other languages especially in You and I as it makes sense for the location. I'm a simple English speaker with very very limited German lol. I can sort of read it and get the gist of what its saying but not well.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

5sos...I think. Published 5sos but privately Peeta Mellark lol

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Probably Room 35. Its short, simple and still enjoyable to read even now. Its also finished. I do want to revisit and add little things here and there or add a one shot to it but we'll see.

I'm super busy so not tagging anyone but please feel free to do this!!! Sorry this took so long💖💖

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wonwooslibrary · 3 years

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high school sweethearts

member: joshua x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy, high school AU, non-idol AU

word count: 1778

warnings: alcohol / drunk seungcheol

inspiration: the audio for the hallway scene was inspired by this video

summary: you and your husband, joshua flash back to the night of your prom ten years ago.

author’s note: idk why I decided to do this lmao but happy birthday shua! please enjoy this small piece I wrote in like ten minutes. this is so bad I am so sorry

Neither you or your husband were fancy restaurant people. Both you and Joshua spent little to no time at home besides sleeping. After years of many dates of trying to dress up and go out, you both decided that going out was not your thing. So, for your five year wedding anniversary, you decided it would be best to just stay home.

The time spent sitting on the couch in the living room, a bag of chips and a jar of dip between you while a cliché hallmark Christmas movie was playing on the TV was more than wither of you could ask for.

Suddenly, Joshua looked over at you and moved his hand to brush a strand of your hair out of your eyes. When you looked at him, he smiled, a look of pure love taking over his face.

“Do you remember prom?” he asked you, his eyes glossing over a bit.

“I remember Jeonghan spiking the punch, Seungcheol getting drunk and, uh, the rooftop.”

When Joshua asked a seventeen year old you to go to prom with him, you were freaking out.

“It’s Joshua Hong!” you exclaimed to your friend, “I am not going to survive this night.”

“Y/n! you’ve been best friends with him for how long? Almost what, nine years?”

“Almost seven.” you corrected.

“Whatever! you’re insane if you can’t clearly see that he has the same feelings for you that you have for him!”

“Mhm, yeah, right.” you replied sarcastically.

“What did you tell him when he asked?” your friend questioned you, her hands on your shoulders shaking you.

“I said maybe.” you responded in a quiet voice.

“Maybe? Nu-uh. No way. You’re going to call him and tell him you’re going to prom with him!”

Three days after that phone call, your friend took you out to buy a dress and get your nails done. You didn’t see why you had to get your nails done and you definitely didn’t see why all of this was coming out of your wallet. but of course, as your friend, she spent the whole trip obsessing over the fact that you were going to prom with Joshua Hong. “You have to look perfect!” she’d exclaim.

The night of the event wasn’t nearly as grand as everyone would expect it to be. A high school prom being held in the gym that smelled like dirty socks and disappointment. Of course, you did have one of the prettiest dresses at the event, though unless you wanted to spend another hundred dollars, it needed to be returned to the boutique by three in the afternoon the following day. You kept stumbling in the heels that were definitely too high for you to walk in, and you decided that if it wasn’t for you holding on to Joshua’s arm with dear life, you would have faceplanted into the gym floor at least ten times by now.

By the time the event actually started, you had given up on all hope of enjoying the night. It was loud, and the teacher chaperones were being to controlling over the room of teenagers. You didn’t fail to notice that a teacher had to come up to Soonyoung and tell him that he can’t take the whole dance floor for himself almost five times throughout the night.

Though the chaperones were being controlling, they clearly didn’t check people’s bags and IDs when entering the building. And they clearly didn’t notice the bottle of vodka Jeonghan pulled out of his bag and dumped into the punch bowl.

Now if the room wasn’t loud enough, it was about to get a lot worse.

You and Joshua sat on the floor of hallway right outside the gym. The closed doors made the hallway much quieter with only muffled sound of the music able to be heard. You glanced around the empty hallway, until Joshua began talking.

“Being in school after school hours and on weekends always seems so surreal, doesn’t it?” He questioned you, loosening the black tie that was around his neck.

“It does. Especially with us being dressed up and the teachers not.” you replied.

The hallway became quiet once more. Though this didn’t last long until two loud voices were heard while the doors to the gym were shoved open.

Running out the door was a very drunk Seungcheol, with three teachers running after him through the rest of the school. Also exiting the gym were two of your friends, Jimin and Taehyung, that both happened to be in your class. Though instead of running, the two males pushed the door slightly open and called out to you and Shua.

“The teachers found Jeonghan’s empty bottle of vodka.” Taehyung started. “I don’t think Cheol is going to last for any longer before he trips and gets caught.”

You and Joshua looked at each other and began laughing. Of course your best friends would do something this stupid on prom night. Joshua stood up, brushing off his slacks before offering his hand to you in order to help you up from the floor. You took his hand and quietly thanked him.

“We’ll be back in the gym in a little bit, guys” Joshua told Jimin and Taehyung, who both simply nodded and went back into the gym.

Your best friend offered you his arm, and you began walking in the opposite direction that Seungcheol ran.

“Damn it!” he exclaimed suddenly. You looked over at him curiously.

“What?”

“I owe Jeonghan twenty bucks now.”

“What did you and Han bet on this time?”

“Who would get drunk first. I bet on Soonyoung, and Han bet on Seungcheol.”

You rolled your eyes. “Soonyoung. I’m kind of surprised he didn’t get drunk first.”

Your walk became quiet once again. Joshua brought you to the stairs of the school that led to the roof.

“Have you ever been to the roof?” he asked, pulling a key out of his pocket and putting it into the keyhole.

“I’ve been to the door, but I’ve never been outside. How’d you get a key?”

“I know a few people.” you giggled at his answer.

When you both got outside, there was two lawn chairs and a table waiting for you.

“Sit with me?” Shua looked at you and tilted his head towards the chairs.

You quickly agreed. Once you both sat in the chairs, Joshua started a conversation.

“You know,” he started, “Now that prom is almost over, we only have a few weeks left before we graduate.”

“Yeah, I know. I am going to miss it here, no matter how much I hated it some days.”

“Do you think we’ll ever see each other after we graduate?” Joshua questioned, turning his head to face you and brushing a small strand of hair out of your eyes and putting it behind your ear.

“I haven’t thought about it, but I hope so. I want to be able to see everyone again.”

“Me too.”

“I wonder if Soonyoung got kicked out for kicking people off the dance floor yet. and I wonder if the teachers found out the vodka was Jeonghan’s.”

“oh Jeonghan, as much as he is a brother to me, he is an idiot.”

You laughed at Joshua’s words, when suddenly an idea came to your head.

“Shua! we haven’t danced yet!” you said, standing up out of the chair and grabbing your phone off of the table. You began playing one of your favorite slow songs and turned the volume on your phone all the way up. “Dance with me?” you asked him, holding your hand out for him to grab.

He took your hand and pulled you close to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to move you with him.

You placed your head on his chest, your eyes falling shut to the soft sound of the music and his heartbeat. Joshua placed his chin on your head, breathing in the sent of your vanilla shampoo.

“Y/n-ie,” Shua started.

“Hmm?” you softly questioned, seemingly half asleep.

“I love you.”

You smiled and moved to face him.

“R-really?” you stuttered your way through your reply.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he replied, putting a finger under your chin. He leaned forward and placed his lips on top of yours. The kiss lasted mere seconds, and then he pulled away.

“Let’s get you home.” Shua stated as he took your hand in his and pulled you towards the door.

You got outside (and on the ground) fairly quickly, Joshua shedding off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, only for you to put it on. All of a sudden, he took off running out of the parking lot and down the street.

“Shua! wait for me!” Joshua was running down the sidewalk as fast as he could, leaving you behind in the dust.

“Ditch the shoes and start running then!” he called out to you, already at the end of the street.

You sighed. “Fine!” you bent down to undo the buckle on your heels, right first, then left. When you glanced back up, Joshua was waiting for you, his shoulder leaning against the stop sign that was significantly taller than him.

You looked at him, admiring his outfit, without realizing that he is doing the same to you. He was dressed nicely, the white button down he is wearing now wrinkled and the black slacks tight around his thighs. His tie is more loose than it was in the hallway. When you looked at his face, you noticed him looking at you. He smiled and waved his hand, motioning for you to run and catch up with him.

You picked your heels up off of the ground and laced your fingers around the straps. You used your free hand (and the fingers that were not carrying your shoes) to lift up your long dress. You began jogging to catch up to him, your hair quickly falling out of the fancy up do it was in.

When you got to the stop and stood next to Joshua, he took your hand again and began walking towards your house.

“Damn I kind of forgot about Jimin and Taehyung. We didn’t even meet them back in the gym like we said we would.” Joshua laughed.

“We weren’t the smartest back then, were we?”

“We were just two stupid teenagers in love.” Joshua put his arm around you and pulled you close to him, the bag of chips quickly falling to the floor.

You cuddled up to him and put your head on his chest.

“I love you, Shua.” you whispered.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

#seventeen #seventeenfanfiction #hong jisoo #joshua #joshua hong #drabble #seventeen drabbles #happy joshua day

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johnismyreason · 4 years

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Use your imagination // Michael Gray x Virgin!reader

I had this request for so long, this is a fucking shame I only post it now lmao but in my defence, there were the holidays, my finals, and also it was the first time I wrote smut. So please, be indulgent and let me know

@burnitup, that was your request, I’m sure you forgot about it lmao, but here it is, hope you enjoy it ;) xx

Words: honestly, I have zero idea.

Warnings: virgin reader, fingering (masturbation and male giving), cursing, smut. MUST BE +18 TO READ IT.

You are such a good girl. That’s what he always says. He never wants to rush things, too scared to lose you. But you want more. So you tried to tease him when you were alone, sending him huge signals to make him understand what you were feeling, so close to write it on a sign and shake it in front of his eyes. You want more. You were fed up to hear his speech “Love, it’s not that I don’t want you, it’s just… You’re so innocent, and I’m not. We’ll go there one day, alright ? Just not now.” You always sigh and roll out of his laps, crossing your arms on your chest. He always kisses you on your cheek and then on your pouty mouth. So you're waiting for the day when he'll deign to touch you elsewhere than just your lips. But that doesn’t stop you from driving him crazy whenever you had the occasion, hoping that this day is the day. For example, you’d drop your book on purpose so you can lean in front of him, giving him a good sight of your butt with a devilish look “I’m so clumsy.” His lips always part a little, holding his breath and pressing his palms on his thighs. He rises from the sofa, and you think it’s happening now, but he just walks away, without saying anything.

If Michael wouldn’t give you what you want, then you must do the job on your own. When he’s out with his cousins to go to the pub, for business or whatever reason, you slide in you bed, get comfortable and let your mind drift away and your hand moving down. You imagine all the things you dream Michael does to you. His lips on your neck and then your breast, his hands all over your body, gripping on your skin, never letting you go. His fingers lingering your stomach, making their way to your core. Teasing you so machieviously. “You like that baby girl ?” he asks after hearing you moan. You nod begging him to keep going. “So if you like that, you may will love this” he would slide a finger in your wet pussy, going back and forth on your demanding clit. You always imagined it rough because of Michael’s gangster side. He would use you as a toy, a simple object and you wouldn’t even mind it, as long as he touches you and makes you feel good. Of course, all of this was just your imagination and your fingers. You were so damn tired of waiting.

What you didn’t know is that, one day, when you were playing your little game of imagination and you thought he was out with the boys, he actually came back earlier to your place and heard you calling his name. He walked to your room but didn’t enter, realising that you were not calling him but moaning his name. He looked at you, spread on your bed, eyes closed, your nightgown rose just above your thighs, fingers dancing in circles on your sex, chest panting, going up and down, lips shaking sometimes drawing his name. You were too caught in your pleasure that nothing could distract you. Gosh you were so beautiful like that. He wanted to step in, take off his clothes and give you what you wanted once and for all. His heart was beating so fast, adrenaline kicking in, he was so ready. Until you came. He missed his chance to make you feel good, maybe another time.

Tonight was an event at Tommy’s house. Family, friends and important people will be there to celebrate the third year of the Grace Shelby Institute. Everyone was invited, and since you are Michael’s girlfriend you must go. Not like it was a chore at all, you like going out, especially if you can wear a very nice and fancy dress. Yours for tonight is long, silky and baby pink. You also wear long sleeve gloves in matching material and color. You took a lifetime to prepare yourself to get nice and voluptuous hair, and soft makeup, but it was worthy because in the end you were breathtaking. “Y/N, we’re gonna be late !” Michael yelled at the bottom of the stairs. He’s been ready an hour ago.

“I’m coming !” you yelled back from your room. “Wish I was saying this in another circumstance…” you muttered to yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time, pressing your lips to make sure your lipstick was in place. You stood at the top of the stairs and saw Michael walking in circles waiting for you. “I’m here” you announced.

“Ugh… Final-” Michael didn’t finish his sentence when he saw you coming down the stairs. You stopped on the last step to have your face at his level. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you, eyes analysing every inch of your face with a spark.

“I guess you like it” you chuckle breaking the silence.

“I like it ? No, no Y/N… I adore it” he sighed with a choked giggle. You tried to hide your smile tightening your lips. He took your hand and helped you go down the last step. He then cupped your face in his big yet soft hands and gave you a chaste kiss, to not ruin your lipstick. Oh how you wished he ruined it. “Let’s go ?” he whispered.

“Let’s go” you confirmed. He took his hands off of you and instead, placed one in your hand. You both walked out to your car where your chauffeur was waiting.

Michael opened the door for you and helped you climb in. Michael, once sat down, automatically rest his hand on your thigh on a respectable level. You looked at it wishing he would bury it between your legs. You chuckled a bit realising you were having those wild and dirty thoughts while wearing the fanciest dress ever. The ride was silent, with of a few glimpses sometimes. Your heart was beating so fast, you didn’t really know why. Maybe it was his hand still on your thigh, squeezing it each time there was a bump on the road. Or maybe, it was the memory of his face when he saw you walking down the stairs twenty minutes ago. Or maybe just because you were simply in his company, and you felt like a 12 year-old hanging out with her crush. Finally, you saw Thomas’ house in the distance. When the car stopped and the chauffeur got down, Michael leaned to your ear and whispered “you look angelic Y/N”. You turned slightly your head to face him, lips so close yet so far from each others. He looked alternatively to your eyes and lips, leaning a little more. Time stopped, space disappeared, it was just you two. You closed your eyes in anticipation to receive a kiss from him, but it all fell down when the chauffeur opened your door, making you jump. Michael and you straighten, a bit embarrassed. Your cheeks coloured in red. “Wait here” he just said. He get out first, walked around the car to your door, and reached out his hand to you. The party already started and you could hear laughters and music inside.

When you both entered, a butler offered you a glass of champagne that you accepted. “Cheers” Michael said tinkling lightly his glass on yours. You nodded in response before lip-dip the alcohol. Polly arrived a few minutes later, greeting you both and congratulating you on the way you look tonight. Polly always loved you, which was something you were very proud of, since she hated all Michael’s girlfriends. You were different, pure, pushing Michael to be a good man, even though that’s not your job. He just wanted to be a better man when he was with you. Someone interrupted your conversation, asking Polly and Michael to join Tommy in his office. “Now ?” Michael asked annoyed. “Yes, sir” the butler confirmed. Michael turned to you “I’m sorry I gotta go-”

“It’s alright” you replied. It was not. You wanted him to stay with you. “I’ll wait, don’t worry”.

Michael sighed and gave you a light kiss on your cheek “I’ll be quick”. He left his glass of champagne on the nearest table and walked away. You looked around and saw people having fun, laughing and some of them were dancing. You were not really the type of person that goes and chat easily with others so you just stayed in your corner, waiting for Michael to come back.

“It looks like I’ve found someone more bored than I am” a man’s voice said. You turned to see who was speaking. He was young, around 25 years-old, dark hair, deep blue eyes and a little taller than Michael. He was handsome.

“Me ? Oh no no I’m not bored” you replied a bit embarrassed by his comment.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the host.” he chuckled, amused by your awkwardness. “I’m Pete. You ?”

“Y/N” he took your hand to place a light kiss like every gentleman would do. If Michael saw this, he would burn the poor man down.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” he smiled. Gosh he’s really pretty. He started a conversation, and you found yourself pretty comfortable in his presence. He told you about his new business in London, his hobbies and you found out he was a distant cousin of Grace. The conversation was fluid with light laughters here and there. The orchestra played a new song and Pete’s eyes lit up.

“Y/N would like to dance with me ?” You hesitated, thinking of Michael. But you still agreed. It’s been almost an hour and Michael wasn’t back. You too, wanted to enjoy your night. And it’s just a dance, right ? Pete took you by the hand and guided you to the middle of the room. He placed his left hand in the middle of your back and the other in yours. He then led the dance, making you twirl when he felt like it. It was nice. All of this was nice. But it wasn’t perfect, because he was not Michael. Your thoughts have been stopped by a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and forcing Pete to stop the dance.

“What’s going on ?” a familiar voice said. Michael. You felt bad for a second for accepting Pete’s invitation.

“Um, you’re kind of the middle of something…” Pete responded.

“I’m just dancing, Michael” you intervened innocently.

“Do you know him, Y/N ?” asked Pete

“Yes, she does” replied Michael for you. “She’s my girl”. That was definitely not the right moment for this, but your temperature heat up for a second after he called you that. His girl. Not anyone’s else. His. Michael left, leaving you and Pete in the middle of the dancefloor.

“I gotta go” you told Pete, “It was very nice to meet you”. You ran behind Michael, calling his name so he would stop. He didn’t. Instead he took his coat and yours handing it to you.

“Let’s go home” he spat, barely looking at you.

“Michael, it’s alright, it’s just a dance-”.

“I said, let’s go home” he cut you through clenched teeth. Again, not the right moment, but the way he got closer to you and his hot breath on your lips, made you a little horny. The car arrived in front of the door but this time Michael didn’t take the time to open it for you, instead the chauffeur did. The ride seemed longer than the first one. Cold and silent. Michael didn’t want to talk to you but neither did you. It was just a dance after all !

When you finally entered his house, you sighed expecting to begin an argument. But again he didn’t say a thing. So you just got to your shared room, leaving your coat downstairs. You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought it was a shame to wear such a nice dress and coming back this early from the party. In the reflexion of the mirror, you saw Michael who entered the room, standing behind you. “It was just a dance Michael” you said starting to take off one of your gloves.

“Don’t.” he replied. You looked at him through the mirror, confused.

“What ?”

“Don’t take off your gloves”. He stepped closer to you till his chest brushed your back. This slight touch made you lose your mind. This all night was already making you lose your mind. You felt his breath on your neck, but he didn’t touch you.

“What do you want, Michael ?”

“You”. That was quick and dry, like a knife. You coughed, not expecting this answer. You tried to formulate a response but all that came out was mumbles

“I… Yo… I-I”.

“I want you Y/N” he whispered softly in your ear, sending shivers all over your body. And he noticed. He turnt you so you face him, pulling you close. “And I thought understand that’s what you want too ?” he teased. You nodded.

“Why now ?” you asked lips shaking.

“Seeing you and that bastard at Tommy’s… I don’t know I just clicked. I’ve been wanting you for so long now, I didn’t want to rush things, too scared to lose you. But when you were dancing with him, I thought…” he leaned a little placing his lips next to your ear “You’re mine.” you flinched, feeling your legs slowly crumble “But to make you mine in the eyes of everyone else, I need to show them. To mark you.” you let a shaky breath closing your eyes. Your heart was beating so fast and thought you might faint. Suddenly it was too much.

“Michael…” you managed to whisper.

“Shhh… Don’t worry, love, I got you” he slid his fingertips on your arms until he reached your hands and guided you to the bed. “Y/N before anything happens, I need to make sure you trust me. I need you to tell me to stop if it’s too much, can you do that for me, darling ?” You nodded frantically. “No, baby, tell me, use your words” he corrected you.

“Michael, I trust you. I know you will never hurt me, or make me feel bad and uncomfortable. I-I… I love you”. His eyes that were staring at your lips to see if a lie would slip out, now locked on yours. “I love you” you repeated answering the questions in his eyes. He cupped your face in his hands and gave you a passionate kiss. Here it is, the touch you’ve been craving the whole night.

“I love you too, Y/N” he looked at your dress one last time before taking it off of you. He started with your gloves, taking it one at a time, slowly, gently, sensually. Your hands finally touching. Michael kissed you from your fingertips and all the way up to your shoulders, on both arms. He then placed his lips on your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. “Here’s my first mark” he said proudly and you moaned in pleasure.

“Make some more” you pleaded.

He moved his hands on your back, on the top of your dress, slipping his fingers on the edge of it. “Can I take it off ?” he kissed you more.

“Take off your shirt first” he stepped back to unbutton his jacket, his vest suit already gone. “No !” you stopped him with your hands on his. “I...I-I’ll do it. Please ?” he dropped his arms down his body, allowing you to do the job. Your hands were shaking, you were clearly nervous. Why ? You’ve been wanting this for months. Plus it was Michael, the person you love and trust the most on this planet. You knew him by heart. You were so nervous you forgot how to unbutton a shirt. Michael saw your attitude and decided to put his hands on your shoulders, gently caressing them. His touch immediately calmed you down. It’s just Michael. Your Michael. Because if you’re going to be his, then he will be yours. That’s what soulmates do. You finally managed to take off his white shirt, tossing it on the floor. His chest was broad and panting. Maybe he was as nervous as you are. You traced your fingers on his muscles that you were seeing for the first time. Gosh, he was so perfect, better than in your imagination. You lift your eyes, meeting his that were devouring your every move. “Your turn” inviting him to take off your dress.

Slowly but surely, he let his hands slipping the silk material on your soft skin. You didn’t wear a bra, not with this dress, so your breast was immediately exposed, surprising Michael who saw your body for the first time. You were standing there, only wearing your garter belt, glowing under the moonlight shining through the window. And he couldn’t talk, couldn’t say a damn word, because it would be useless. What can he tell you ? You’re beautiful ? Not enough. You’re perfect ? You are beyond that. I would die for you ? That could work. So he just kissed you. Again and again. His hands in your hair, yours on his forearms to keep you from falling. Michael then moved them down to your chest but didn’t touch your boobs yet.

“Can I touch you like that ?” He whispered.

“Please, Michael”. He didn’t waste any more time and carressed the delicate skin, before pinching your nipples. You moaned surprised by the sensation. You never thought of doing this by yourself, how could you not ? He then licked and bit them, alternatively. Gosh… you thought out loud. He sucked the upper part of your tits making a second mark. You’re his a little more.

He pushed you, never leaving his mouth from your breast, until the back of your knees hit the bed, making you fall and him on top of you. “Move back” he ordered you. So you did. You’d do anything. Your head rested on the pillows and you placed yourself to be comfortable enough. Michael was still on top of you kissing you everywhere now. On your chest, stomach, neck. His hands were travelling the same way. He reached your panties but he suddenly stopped moving.

“After that, there will be no returning, love. Do you still want to do it ?” Michael asked wanting to make sure of your intentions. In response you dragged his face to yours, and kissed him to make him understand you were more than fine with what is going to happen.

“Make me yours, Michael.” He kissed you back before placing himself between your legs. He first traced small and wet kisses down your thighs, stroking them in the same time. When he reached the bottom, he looked at you one last time to have your consent. You nodded, breathing sharply when his warm fingers took off all of your lingerie set and tossed it on the floor. “Tell me when to stop”

“You should begin first” you joked causing him to give you a cheeky look. He put a first finger on your clit and you swore you could come just from this. He started moving it slowly letting the pleasure grow. He draw small circles forcing you to close your eyes. You moaned his name and few curses.

“You know… I saw you one time getting off.” you settled back on your elbows

“What ?!”

“Yeah I came home earlier and you were there… on your bed… moaning my name, playing with your clit” you were so embarrassed and you wished you could say something but Michael was doing such a good job with his fingers, you were too caught in your pleasure, words couldn’t come out. “I saw you fingering yourself until you came. I should’ve have done that to you. Finger you, make you come all over my hands. Fuck, when you came and screamed my name… ‘Made me lose my shit, baby” you hummed in pleasure, his fingers still working on your clit. “Now I get to do that.” and with that his slide a finger in you. You gasped, grabbing the sheets. “That’s alright, honey, I got you” he started pumping agonisingly slow, letting you adjust. Honey. That was your favourite pet name. Honey is sweet, sounds like spring or a summer night, tastes like love and intimacy.

“Fa-faster…” you managed to exhale. He followed your order, wanting nothing more than making you feel good. You gasped loudly, eyes opening wide when he unlocked a particular sensitive part of you. “Wh-what was that ?”

“Your sweet spot, my love. Do you want me to do it again ?” You nodded eagerly. He brushed over it again, coming back and forth.

“Oh god.. Michael, it feels so good…”

“You like that baby girl ?” exactly like you imagined previously. Better actually. “Maybe you will like this then” he buried his face between your thighs and starting licking your soaked pussy, tongue flat. You automatically grabbed his hair making him hummed, sending vibrations. All of it was too much: the finger playing with your g-spot, the sucking on your clit and the vibrations of his moans. It was too much but so addictive. He kept his pace for a while before going a little faster when he felt you clench around his finger.

“Mickey… God… Fuck… I-I’m gonna… Ugh… I’m gonna come”. His slid a second finger in you, helping you reach your orgasm. He watched you and your opened mouth, one hand playing with your tit, the other pulling his hair. You looked like a goddess. He knew he would never get tired of this picture.

“Come for me Y/N, that’s it… Fuck I waited to see you like this for so long, making you feel good. You’re mine Y/N, you’re mine. Come on baby, come on my fingers and my tongue…” His words sent you off, the explosion of pleasure hitting you like a hurricane as you came, screaming his name. He moaned proudly. Finally, he did that to you. Your legs were shaking and you were all tensed up. “Shhh…” he whispered, stroking your legs sweetly. Your chest was panting hard as you tried to recover from your first orgasm with Michael. “I got you, love, that’s it…” he trailed small kisses before locking his lips on yours after you took your breath back. “Y/N, you’re amazing” he coughed a laugh, not believing what just happened. So do you. What just happened ? That was a dream ? It can only be a dream. His hands on your face brung you back to reality. No it was not a dream.

“I want more, Michael” you said shyly, looking at him.

“You’re sure ?”

“Yes. I want you in me. I want you to come with me. Please Michael…” you started kissing him, sucking different spots on his neck.

“Fucking hell Y/N” he moaned “you’re gonna be the death of me”. You travelled your hands to his pants, unbuttoning them never breaking the kiss. You then slid one of them in, and pumped him. His lips parted letting out a loud moan, ending the kiss.

“Let me take them off” you offered. He rolled on his side to let you have access to his suit pants. You straddled on him, and took his pants off. Your few pumps of before made hard, so when you looked back to him, you saw his cock resting on his stomach. Your eyes widen and mouth watered.

“Can I… touch it ?” you asked hesitantly

“Yes, you can” he answered almost desperate. Your hesitation flew away when you had his whole in your palm. It was warm and a perfect weight. Michael hissed at your touch and you realised the power you have on him. You stroked him a few times when you heard his moan. It was music to your ears. You never heard something this beautiful. So you did it again, and again.

“Stop, stop, stop !” he urged you.

“Did I do something wrong ?” your voice was shaking

“No, no, love. It’s just” he sat back to touch your arms. “if you keep going… I might cum too soon, and I don’t want to. I want to make you feel good first, ‘right ?” he whispered that last sentence close to your lips, giving you goosebumps all over your thighs and arms. He closed the space between you two by kissing you. This time, you invited him to slide his tongue to make it more passionate, by parting your lips slightly. He then wrapped you in his arm and rolled you so he was on top of you.

“You’re ready babygirl ?” You nodded nervously but you were totally confident. “Use your words”.

“I’m ready Michael. Please make me yours” you sighed. He stroked two times his cock before placing it at your entrance and finally sliding it into you. You both exhaled a low moan, feeling each other for the first time. It didn’t hurt as much as you heard. He looked at you under him to see how you were handling things and you didn’t seem to have much trouble. So he started moving slowly, letting you feel him entirely.

“Gosh Y/N, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long before doing this. Fuck…”

“Aaah… I can’t believe it either” you moaned. “Michael, that feels so good, oh my god !” you felt him going a little rougher, realising that your words had this effect on him, so you continued. “It’s so perfect Mickey, you make me feel amazing, please keep going…” He grunted going faster and faster, kissing you everywhere he could.

Everything was divine. Really, this moment should be in the Bible, only gods can create that. It was a thousand times better than just your imagination and your poor fingers. You were one now. Both of your bodies mixing, creating this beautiful creature, glistening because of the sweat and the moonlight. The pleasure came back to your body signalling you that you were close.

“Michael… I-I”

“I know, honey.” he breathed out “me too. I’m close too. Fuck-” his pace intensified as you digged your nails in his shoulders and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Are you gonna come for me love ? Uh ? You wanna come with me ?” You couldn’t respond but he guessed your confirmation. “Let’s do this babygirl, come on, let’s come together” he kept his pace until both of you came undone, at the same moment, in screams of pleasure. He slowed down till he fully stopped moving. You were seeing stars and you didn’t really know if you were still alive. You were breathing heavily, looking at each other, chuckles escaping your mouths.

“Fucking hell” he breathed out, still supporting his body with arms on top of you. You giggled, thinking exactly the same thing. He slowly fell down on you, resting his head on your sweaty chest. You ran your fingers through his messy hair and you wished you could stay like that forever.

“Thank you” you whispered

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long, I just,... I don’t know… I didn’t want you to turn into something you’re not, make you dirty” he admitted.

“It’s fine, don’t worry, I already forget it. I’m yours now.” he rose to face you, your hands falling and on his cheeks.

“And I’m yours. Forever” you smiled widely as you kissed his lips softly like you were making a pact. He returned his head on your chest, never wanting to let you go.

Yeah, definitely, it was better than your imagination.

#michael gray #Michael Gray imagine #michael gray x y/n #michael gray smut #smut #virgin!reader #peaky blinders imagine #Peaky Blinders #finn cole #Tommy Shelby

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Trial & Error | chapter 5

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

PART 4

The next day at school, you found Taehyung during lunch period. For some reason, he's not usually there but that day, he was. You went up and sat next to him. "Taehyung~~" you called. He looked up and smiled at you.

"Y/n! Come sit."

You placed your food tray on the table and sat next to him. "What are you doing here? Don't you have some extra work to make up?" you wondered.

He smiled brightly, shaking his head, no. "Finished! But I do have to stay after school."

"Ah yeah? What for?" you asked, taking a bite out of your bread.

"Extra curriculum. But it'll be fast, I have to head to the agency after."

Just as he said this, Jinsoul found her way to your table. "Hey, you guys," she said, casually sitting down with you two as if it were nothing. As if it hadn't been two weeks since you've last spoken. This was awkward. She looked at you nonchalantly as she unwrapped her sandwich. "Y/n," she greeted.

You cleared your throat. "H-hi..."

"Hey," Taehyung said to her. "Did you take the history exam yet? I think I'm gonna need some help studying." He shoved some food in his mouth, awaiting her response.

"Again?" she exasperated. He sulked, sucking in his top lip, then clasping his hands together in a pleading form. This made her sigh with defeat. "Fiiinee. But you're gonna have to help me with auditions and buy my lunch tomorrow. Deal?"

"Ugh, deal, I guess."

"You guys study together?" you wondered, kind of bothered by this. Everyone can stay her friend but me, you thought.

She shrugged. "Sometimes. Wanna join us? You and Jimin's class are gonna have to take it too next week."

You began to answer, "I, uhm...."

"Oh, speak of the devil," Taehyung stated. You all turned your heads to see Jimin coming your way. Wasn't aware we were all reconciling today.

"Yah, Kim Taehyung!" Jimin yelled. "You are so in trouble. Might wanna go straight to work after school." He sat down next to him, no lunch tray in his hands but instead, his cellphone.

Meanwhile, Taehyung looked confused. "Trouble?..."

Jimin looked stressed, taking a deep a breath and letting it back out loudly. "Look man, I'm telling you to just go talk to them, clear the air, maybe, I don't know but they want to speak to you."

"About what though?" Jinsoul asked, also looking confused.

"You two were together last night, right?" He pointed between you and Taehyung, causing you two to look at each other.

"I mean, yeah..." you responded. "What's that got to do with anything?"

Jimin shook his head back and forth. "Well, fans saw you guys and took pictures. Now they think you guys are going out."

You both were taken aback by this statement, not seeing it coming. You mean, it was a date but a friendly date. A friendship date. Nothing for people to really talk about, at least you didn't think so. However, you definitely did sometimes forget that Taehyung was an idol and didn't think much of it whenever you were in public.

Judging by the looks of your faces, Jimin noticed this made you both worried. "Yeah, it's not good," he spoke.

Jinsoul looked like she was in awe, staring with huge eyes. "A dating scandal already?" she said. "That is so not good, you guys just debuted."

"We're not dating," you quickly added.

Taehyung exhaled, standing up. "I-I gotta go." He looked flustered.

"What, right now?" Jimin asked.

"Yes, right now, this isn't just something I can sweep under the rug. I'll talk to you guys later." And with that, he sped off, leaving you with just Jinsoul and Jimin. After watching him leave, they both turned their heads to silently look at you.

"What?" you said. "You guys are looking like I just killed someone."

Jimin raised his eyebrows, looking down at the table top. You sighed, "I'm gonna go, too." You stood up, threw your lunch in the trash and headed towards the same direction as Taehyung did to see if you could try to find him to talk but to no avail.

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All day long, students kept asking you if you were dating Taehyung. The news seemed to spread quickly and suddenly, everyone wanted to be your friend. By time last class came around, you made sure not to make eye contact with anybody. You were trying your best to avoid a thousand questions being thrown at you at once.

As you were taking notes and trying your best to listen to the teacher, you felt something hit your head. It bounced off your forehead, onto your desk. A balled up piece of paper. You looked up to see the source of this, only to find Jimin's head turned around, looking back at you. You were ready to pass it back to the person behind you like you would usually do for him until he mouthed that it was for you.

You began to unravel the paper and read what he wrote: "Meet me at the green pole after class". You looked back up to him but he had already turned back around in his seat. You then rolled your eyes, realizing it was a demand and not a question. What could he possibly want? You balled the paper back up and stuffed it in your backpack.

After the final bell rang, you ran out to use the bathroom before deciding to not leave Jimin hanging at the pole. As you walked up to him from behind, you tapped his shoulder, making him turn around. The green pole was in a secluded area just outside the premises of your school. You had no idea why he would want to speak to you there.

"You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Why here?"

He chuckled. "I don't want anyone to see us speaking after all the rumors and all."

"Oh..."

He was staring at you for God knows why. You just wanted him to cut to the chase, it was too cold outside to be doing this. "Jimin--"

"Are you two dating?" he cuts you off, looking more serious this time.

You had no idea where this came from, especially since you made it very clear that you weren’t at lunch. "You can't be serious," you replied.

He stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "I am, y/n. He’s my best friend, I need to know."

You crossed your arms, ready to walk away from this foolish conversation. “How does that make this any of your business, Jimin--what’s it to you?”

“It’s my buisness because he’s been showing up to practice later than usual and seems distracted these days. Now with this news, the only thing I could think that would make sense would be that he’s seeing you... I’m just trying to understand him before I talk to him.”

You couldn't believe he was actually accusing you of being the reason for why Taehyung’s head wasn’t in the game.

“Wow, Jimin,” you huffed. “You don’t even trust your own so-called best friend so now you’re asking somebody that you barely even talk to anymore.”

He quickly put his hand up, trying to protest this. “Now wait a minute, y/n--”

“You’re so worried about Tae, you haven’t even noticed how you’ve changed.”

Jimin slowly started to look upset, which you couldn’t understand why because all you spoke was the truth. He tilted his head, slightly squinting his eyes. “If anything, I feel like you changed? You got quieter and quieter and would bail on us to study.”

“Bail”. He really used that word. You started to get even more angry. You never bailed, you would just often skip out on the parties that they would attend. You loved to party, you did. But this was your senior year and just because you were spending it in a different country with popular friends didn’t mean you could slack off.

"I didn't do anything wrong,” you spoke. “You guys are the ones who stopped talking to me."

He started to take a step forward. "Y/n--"

"No," you said, backing up. "Please don’t. It’s not fair of you to point fingers at me because I want to study. See, what you fail to realize is that I actually have to go to college. I know you and everyone else don’t exactly plan on doing that but for me, getting into a university is my only goal right now, not the music charts." You had no idea why you started to get so mad but you guessed it was just pent up anger.

"You're right," he admitted, looking apologetic. "And I'm sorry, I just have so much on my plate, I wasn't really thinking or trying to see your side."

"Jimin, save your breath, I don't need your apology or excuses. Taehyung is the only one out of you all that actually seems to give a damn.".

He looked at you intensely, scanning your eyes as it looked like he just thought of something.

"And don't give me that stupid look--"

"You like him, don't you?" he questioned.

You slightly flinched, not understanding why he would ask you that all of a sudden. Maybe you slightly did, maybe you didn’t, you weren’t sure. However, he did not need to know that. "I don't," you responded. "And if I did, I surely wouldn’t let you know. Are we done here?"

At this point, he looked defeated. "I have to go to the agency to practice so yeah, I guess we are but y/n... I still really want to be friends but if you don't want to, okay. Just know that I am genuinely sorry and that I do respect you."

You saw a faint frown on his face as he turned away and started to walk, making you feel a little bad. He did apologize and he was fun to be around at some point. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hard on him...

You hesitated before sighing and calling out his name. "Ugh. Jimin.. Jimin, wait." You found yourself jogging up to him as he turned around at the sound of his name. "When's the next time you're free?"

A smile formed on his face. "I, uhm... I think Sunday afternoon will be okay."

You shook your head. "Sounds like a plan."

A/N: Some tension huh? Well at least it was resolved quickly. Or was it? Lmao stay tuned to find out!!

PART 6

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Lasagna || Wren & Chanel

Redo of Wren and Chanel’s first conversation when he returned to White Lake @chrysolites

Wren: Hey idk if ur mom told u but i moved back to town, r u still next door?

Chanel: Lawrence?

Wren: Wren, but yeah 😀

Chanel: oh sorry lmao but no my mom didn't tell me, she's been busy lately. how long are you staying?

Wren: just wondering, i ran into her and she insisted on giving me your number haha

Wren: I'm moving here permanently actually

Chanel: omg... im sorry, was she annoying?

Chanel: really? wow that's fun! maybe we should catch up sometime

Chanel: if you want

Wren: she didn't recognize me at first, but she was just talking about when we were kids

Wren: rory's out for the night, but me and nana are having lasagna if you want to come by for dinner? She's heading out pretty quick for her book club, so maybe we could watch a movie or something

Wren: catch up, we could roller blade?

Chanel: probably cause it's been so long, sorry about that. her brain is not that big

Chanel: sure, im not doing anything today

Chanel: do you still roller blade?? i do! we can totally do that

Wren: I haven't in a long time, but I'm down to be a total clutz

Wren: head over around 7?

Chanel: sounds good!

Wren had set the table and was helping Nana set up the kitchen, "You excited to see your old friend Laurie?" asked Nana with that special glean in her eye. "Uh yeah, it's whatever" said Wren shrugging it off, he was kind of nervous to see her after so long. But he knew that he was looking a lot better, and he was excited to see the look on her face. That validating look that would affirm for him that he had gotten a lot better looking. He'd been recovered for a while, and he was feeling good, like he didn't need to see someone in town for mental health. He heard a knock at the door and he headed over, "I got it" he said to Nana and she just smiled to herself and took the lasagna out of the oven. "Hey" said Wren as he opened the door for her.

Chanel put in the extra effort to put on something cute. She went with a pink top that ties up in the front with a matching skirt. Not too revealing cause Nana would be there but enough to show Wren how good she looks. Chanel was always told that she was a pretty girl, but her confidence was at an all time high. Before leaving the house, she texted her mom that she'd be at his house. She didn't want to think about the conversation Tiffany had with Wren, she must have made Chanel look like such a dweeb. As she made her way over to his house, she could feel the nerves kick in. She hadn't seen him in years, he never even wrote to her. Neither of them did, but Chanel was just too scared to send the letters, she tried. She knocked on he door and took a deep breath before Wren opened the door. Her eyes widened as she slowly looked up at him, "Oh. Hi." she said, putting on a sweet smile. What the fuck happened to him? She always loved her little Laurie, but he was so tall and really hot. Like really hot. "It's been so long. You look good." she said softly. There was clearly a lot going on in her head.

Wren would have noticed how she looked at him more, but he was distracted. Respectfully distracted. Don't look, don't think about it, you've seen more from her instagram, you got this he thought to himself as she told him that he looked good. That was all he needed to hear, that validation that it wasn't all in his head. It was what he was most looking forward to that one summer he was supposed to come back, but he ended up going to rehab instead. But that was the old Wren, he was feeling healthy and confident: ready to be back here. "You look great too" said Wren going in to give her a hug, which ended up being a little bit of an awkward hug to begin with. "Oh Chanel!" said Nana as she came up and gave the girl a hug as well, "Dinner is all set, but I'll only be here for a little while so you two can catch up better" said the woman as she led them into the dining room and everyone sat down.

Chanel loved hearing that she looked good, it's all she ever heard but it was just more fuel for her ego. If she had known he looked like this, maybe she would've worn something more reveling. Nana was cool, she would have understood. She was taken back as he went in for a hug, but she wrapped her arms around him awkwardly and patted his back. Chanel's smile widened once she saw Nana, she didn't see her as often anymore but that was mostly her fault. Seeing Nana reminded her of Wren. "Thanks for inviting me, I've always loved your cooking." she said with a nod. "We do have a lot to catch up on." she looked up at Wren as she passed by him to go into the dining room, her tone being a little suggestive. "So are your parents here?" she asked Wren as she took a seat. "Why did you guys decide to come back?"

Wren just assumed that was how she talked, not that she was being suggestive. He just didn't pick up on things like that at all, especially not from her. Wren knew he looked good, but he didn't think that he looked Chanel level good so there was nothing to even consider. He had friend-zoned himself. "My parents are off in Europe teaching and writing, they're cultural anthropologists which I could never have pronounced last time we hung out" he joked, it was a big word and they hadn't seen each other since they were small. "But Rory and I wanted to finish high school in the states, so we decided to move in with Nana" he replied, he was nervous to go back to school in a month or so. Luckily most people wouldn't remember him or recognize him anyways. "White Lake has a great team, so it just all works out" Wren said with a soft smile.

"Right, cultural anthropologists." Chanel repeated back with a smile. "I think I use to tell my parents that they worked with culture and they'd just ignore it." she shrugged her shoulders. "But that's exciting for them." It was a little sad to think that Chanel wouldn't be seeing Wren's parents right now, but if he was living here permanently, she assumed his parents would eventually visit. Her brows raised once she mentioned a team, "Oh you're going to be on a team? Like the debate team?" she asked. Chanel just assumed it would be something like a debate team and not a sports team. He never played on a sports team when they were younger.

Wren realized that she really didn't know him at all anymore, which was weird for him. They used to know everything about each other, "Basketball" said Wren to clarify, "I used to do swimming and lacrosse too, but I'm slowing down a little and focusing more on just the one" Wren stated, "What are your extra curriculars now?" he asked, already knowing she did cheerleading. He'd looked her up on instagram on several occasions. Luckily she didn't know that, so it just looked like he was making conversation. Nana was just serving up the lasagna.

Chanel tried to not look so shocked by the answer but she was. It made her wonder how much he's changed since they last saw each other. She definitely changed. He was always so sweet, he'd probably hate the person she is now. "Wow, you were doing so much. That must have been fun. We could always go swimming together when you're free." she told him with a smile. She just looked great in her bikinis and thought he'd appreciate the sight. Who wouldn't? "I'm on the cheer team, been doing it since freshman year. So I guess I'll be cheering you on at your games." she said in a sweet tone. "Thanks." she nodded at Nana as she was served her food. "It looks amazing."

"Yeah, I'm lifeguarding down at the country club" said Wren with a smile, he had thought it was a good way to keep busy and make friends before school started. He had already made one good friend, so that was an improvement from last time he was in White Lake. He really only had two friends when he left, not that he had managed to stay in contact with either of them. "That will be so sweet, I'll also be cheering at the games" said Nana with a laugh as she sipped her wine. "So you must know Valerie" said Wren with a smile, blushing a little but not too noticeably as he dug into his food.

Chanel started eating the food when Wren brought up Valerie. Ew. Out of all people, he wants to talk about her. "Valerie Richie?" she asked with a straight face. "Yeah, she's on the team." Unfortunately. she kept the thought to herself. "Why? Did you know before you moved? I don't really remember if you did." That was a lie. She knew Valerie and Wren did not talk to each other back then.

"Funny enough, I never met her before. She must have been in different classrooms all those years" said Wren thinking about it, he hadn't even known how long she had lived here. "I was looking for a present for Nana when I ran into her, and we ended up going on a sort of date and then an actual date. She's really nice" said the boy smiling to himself as he ate another forkful of lasagna. "Do you like being on the team with her?" he asked.

Chanel stayed quiet for a second, she wasn't exactly sure how to respond to this. She didn't know he had such bad taste in girls. She also questioned how long he's been in town. Wren was already going on dates with other girls and he only texted her cause her mom gave him her number. He must not even want her over. Maybe what she thought back then was true, and Wren just didn't really want anything to her. "Actually no I don't." she said casually. "We don't get along, never have." she shrugged her shoulders. "Um, just wondering but how long have you been back?"

Wren was surprised that Chanel didn't get along with Valerie, she was such a nice girl. Well, they both were. Maybe it was a weird long term rivalry or something, he was sure they would work it out soon enough. I mean, now they have Wren in common. Well he hoped they would. Chanel was one of his oldest friends, and he would hate to have her not want to be in his life. He decided to not say anything, "Like three/four days" said Wren candidly. He had spent the first day with Nana and Rory getting settled, then he met Valerie in town the next day and they went out the day after that. Nana interrupted, "Oooooh, okay I definitely have to go to book club, Mrs. Street just found out from her husband who the mayor is having that affair with" said Nana laughing to herself a little, "Gotta go hear the gossip" she said as she got up, "Chanel it was so lovely to see you" she added as she gave Wren a kiss on the top of his head and headed out.

Chanel nodded at the answer that was given to her. It wasn't that long, but deep down in her heart she kind of hoped she'd be one of the first people he went to see. But she understood, they weren't like they used to be. "Oh, well I'm glad you're back. I've missed you." she said with a genuine smile. Chanel turned to Nana as she spoke, the smile instantly disappearing as she mentioned the mayor's affair. She could feel her heart drop. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go. Now Nana is gonna hate Chanel and her family too. "Huh?" she snapped out of it and looked at up at the woman. "Oh right, yeah. It was nice seeing you too." she turned over to Wren and forced a smile. "So... this lasagna. It's really good." she said, playing with the food on her plate. Chanel didn't know what to say, but she felt like she needed to distract Wren enough to not ask questions.

Wren started eating some salad as Nana left and he smiled and waved, excited to get to spend time with just Chanel. They could watch snow dogs or they could go roller skating. The options were ... well they weren't endless but they were something. "I can't believe how much drama this town has" said Wren just making conversation, not knowing any better. "Does the mayor have kids or anything? That kinda sucks that everyone is talking about it" he added.

"Yeah, it's sucks." Chanel spoke quietly. It's all people were talking about and now that everyone knew it was her mom, people were starting to give her nasty looks now. She hadn't done anything but people had already made their minds up about her. "Um yeah he does. They go to our school, one son and one daughter." Chanel looked up at Wren as she spoke, she felt like avoiding eye contact with him would make her look suspicious for some reason. She didn't even want to think about how Juliette and Montag were feeling. They probably felt the same way she did, but she avoided them at all cost. "You've missed a lot." she forced out a laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

"I feel like I have" said Wren, "But Stevie's still here, and Taron. I should really reach out to them" he said with a shrug. He knew he should, it was just that he wanted to be confident and at his best when he saw everyone he knew. He wanted everything to be in order, completely under control before he threw himself back into everyone's lives. He also knew that those people would come with their opinions of other people, and he wanted to be open to getting to know people himself. "How have you been? Things good at home?" he asked, hoping that was a nice change of topic.

"I'm sure Taron misses you. I go over his and Sophie's house a lot." Chanel had been spending even more time over their house since things at home were getting worse. She was really grateful for the Hayworth's but she felt like such an annoyance, she was going over so frequently. "Home? It's fine. I've been okay- good. I've been good." she corrected herself. Chanel had been super stressed lately. Things at home were worse than they've ever been, but she didn't want Wren to know that. She just wanted a nice dinner with him. "So does your family still call you Laurie? Or is that completely off the table now? I liked it." she tried changing the subject, hoping that talking about himself would distract him enough.(edited)January 1, 2021

It was good to hear that everyone else was still close, he worried that people would have massive drama that he would have to navigate when he got back. He didn't want to pick sides on years long beef when he didn't really even know anyone that well anymore. "Nana does, even Rory calls me Wren now" said the boy with a smile, he wouldn't super mind it if Chanel called him Laurie, as long as it didn't catch on at school. He liked Wren better, but hearing her say Laurie brought a childhood familiarity to him that he hadn't felt in years.

Chanel loved his old nickname. As kids she never used his full name, it just seemed too weird saying it out loud. "That's nice." she said. It sounded like she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, but she was too busy thinking about Nana coming back. She didn't want to leave, but she couldn't stay. It was best to save the embarrassment and get out while the woman was gone. Having dinner alone with Chanel must have been uncomfortable for Wren anyways. "I'm really sorry but I... I need to go. I'm not feeling well." she was already getting up from her seat as she spoke.

Wren was surprised when she said she had to go, she had seemed fine. "Yeah, um let me walk you out" he said as he got up from his seat. He had wanted to catch up more, to go roller skating or watch a movie. Just spending time with her already made him happy to be back in White Lake. There was something about Chanel Hampton that was comforting for him. "It was really nice seeing you again, Chanel" said Wren with a soft smile across his lips. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was, and he was hoping that they could get back to being friends like when they were children.

Chanel crossed her arms over her body as she walked towards the door, she didn't want to come off rude with her sudden exit but she panicked. Even after all these years, she still cared so much about Wren's opinion on her. Even if this news about her family didn't change his mind, he'd eventually find out how much she's changed. It was best to avoid him altogether. It's not like they were really friends anymore. "Yeah it was. I guess I'll see you around. Bye, Wren." she responded back with a weak smile before heading out the door and to her house.

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