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l13 · 9 months

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Ok, so, what about the 141 and König reacting to their s/o not feeling confident abt taking their shirt off during seggs because they are chubby and feel embarrassed about their belly?

Also not feeling confident with getting touched around that area while sleeping/seggs/daily life.

first of all i'm so so so sO SORRY that this took so fucking long (this ask is literally from february 😭) i had this in my drafts for fucking ever and just now found the inspo to finish it:(((((

CHARACTERS : price, ghost, soap, könig

WARNINGS : NSFW, MDNI, female!reader, this is for all my thick girlies <3, talk of body image, insecurities, descriptive mentions of sex, fluff, supportive bfs, not proofread

WORD COUNT: 2,8k

john price

he's a confused puppy when you first push his hand away from your belly while you guys were cuddling and he rushes to apologize, before noticing how you avoid his gaze nervously and he decides to hold his tongue.

Did he make you uncomfortable? Was it the way he touched you? He got so embarrassed that his ears turned red, deciding to not speak at all.

few days after that he startles you by hugging you from behind, caging you in his arms tightly, and pulling your body flush to his, humming lowly as he pressed kisses to the side of your neck. You try really hard to not look at him as you squirm away from his prying hands, choking out a lame excuse and bolting the other way.

Now he was confused and concerned. He surely fucked up somehow.

This man is so touch starved that it's painful. You don't understand how physical Price is, he needs to hold you, touch and kiss you. He needs to feel close to you and if that gets taken away from him he can't function fr

"Love, if there's summat bothering you... if I made you uncomfortable in any way, I'm-" you cut Price off with furrowed eyebrows, taking his hands in yours and he inhales sharply when you squeeze his hands slightly "No-what? John, what are you talking about?"

There's frustration piling up, and he clenches his jaw looking down at your hands holding his, tenderly. He missed your touch so much. "M gonna be really blunt with ya love, cause I'm hangin' by a thread here.." you lean closer to him as you nod, and he swallows harshly.

"Why.. why don't you let me touch you anymore?" John almost whines, and you gape at him, suddenly at a loss of words. "Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it, please just talk to me honey" he brings his hand up to cup your cheek, and you almost burst into tears as you catch the redness in his pretty blue eyes.

God, you felt terrible. Yes, you were avoiding Price, but it wasn't his fault at all. The fact that by giving him the cold shoulder because you weren't feeling too good about yourself, brought his own insecurities to the surface made your heart fall to the pit of your stomach.

"You did nothing wrong baby, I'm sorry. I haven't been feeling very.. confident in my skin lately." you said and looked down at the top of your shoes, shifting on your feet nervously. You didn't have to look at Price to know that he was looking at you with those puppy eyes of his.

"Love... I have no words.. I- why?"

Your eyebrows twitched. Why?

His hand came up to grab at your chin softly, nudging it up so you'd look at him. You felt that familiar stinging in your eyes and you blinked away the tears, clearing your throat hurriedly.

His question made your mind go blank. Why the fuck did you feel that way? "I- I don't know... I'm sorry."

"Hey, no honey, don't apologize," he cooed, nudging your temple with his cheek as he lays a kiss against your hair. "Never apologize for what you feel, ya hear?" you smile despite yourself, and nod slightly, wrapping your hands around his middle and burying your face in his neck, his hands in turn coming to rest on your waist softly.

"M just having trouble wrapping my head 'round it 'cause you're God damn perfect, honey. It breaks me that you doubt that." if John can hear how fast your heart's beating he doesn't say anything. He's too busy blinking away his own tears.

Listening to him mutter praises and sweet nothings against your ear made you realize that you should have talked to him about this earlier- cause you'd have experienced price absolutely WORSHIPPING you much much sooner<3

(sorry if this is too sappy)

simon 'ghost' riley

ghost is someone who's fighting his own demons, and that doesn't change when you guys start a relationship together

so whether you're just now starting dating and you're avoiding being touched while hugging/cuddling/sex or if you'd been in a relationship for quite some time and you suddenly change how you act with him because of that- he'll blame himself.

you best belieeeve he'll think there's something wrong with him, that somehow he did something and you finally realized that maybe he's not good enough for you- that you deserve better (yeah his whole fuckin' list of insecurities come up bro)

Everytime you'd reject his advances, even for something as small as a hug, he felt as if someone threw ice cold water down his back

so after a while he'd just stop trying fr

he'd avoid you in turn, become distant and cold

that understandably made you very upset

so now you're BOTH SAD

It was sheer luck that you managed to catch Simon just as he was leaving the kitchen, and you felt relief wash over you as you spotted him washing his mug, ready to put it away. His name left your lips before you realized it, but it went unnoticed apparently. You clenched your jaw as you watched him walk to the door, and you quickly realized that you were at your breaking point.

"Could you just wait a fucking second?"

His broad shoulders tensed as he stopped, throwing a look over his shoulder "Huh?" "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"Excuse me?!" Simon huffed out a dry laugh, whirling around to look at you, his brows drawn together. Guess he wasn't coping well either. "Why have I been avo- are you fucking kidding me?"

You shrugged, "Yeah maybe 'avoiding' isn't the right word. 'Ignoring' or acting like I'm fucking dead maybe? You planning to kill me or something? Practicing your acting skills beforehand?"

Okay yeah you were exaggerating, but who could blame you? Your boyfriend suddenly starts acting like you don't exist, what else are you supposed to think?

Ghost snarls, and strides over to you, pointing his finger at you accusingly, "Listen- if you don't want to be with me anymore, just fucking say that. Don't ignore me for weeks, and then turn that shit on me. Just say we're done and be over with it."

What the fuck?

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

He groans, hand coming up to rub at the back of his head nervously "Don't act so clueless as if you haven't rejected me each time I came even remotely close to touching you- If you're so disgusted by me, then maybe don't ask me out in the first place."

"What? No, Simon-"

"Don't. I get it."

"No, you don't get it I...fuck. Okay, yes i've been avoiding you but not because I'm disgusted by you, don't ever say that again. I've just been.. embarassed, I guess."

Now it was his turn to look at you like you've gone insane, "What for?"

"..I don't know, I mean I.. I can't help but compare myself to you- you're so.. muscle-y, and I'm just.."

"You're just what." you shiver at his authorative tone, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

"I'm.." you trail off, your hands instinctively circling around your torso, and his eyes drop down to follow the movement, his eyebrows furrowing, eyes darkening, "Y'know what nevermind. I'm sorry I've been acti-"

You snap your eyes up at the sound of his loud steps, thinking that he left the room, only to find that he was standing right in front of you, one hand coming up to caress your cheek while the other falls atop your forearm. "You scared me. I thought I lost you and you were just being dumb this whole time?"

You gape at him, slightly offended by his choice of words, "Hey-"

"You're stunning." your breath hitches at his whisper, looking up at him reluctantly, almost bursting to tears at the way he's looking at you-

"Beautiful. Prettiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on, you hear?" his other hand comes up to rest on your other cheek, cradling your face in his palms, squishing them that you're almost pouting from it-

He nudges his nose against your own, thumb tapping your bottom lip once, "Did you hear what I said?"

You swallow harshly, unable to look away from his pretty eyes, "Yes,"

"Good. You're everything to me."

johnny 'soap' mactavish

he is downright offended when he finds out let me tell you

even after how he hypes you up daily? GURL GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER YOU'RE PERFECT AS FU- okay yeah he can't yell you THAT but, he sure as hell will drill it into your brain if he has to

soap never shies away from any physical contact he can give you, whatever the time or place. he will slap, squeeze and grope to his heart's content, he's quick with it of course (don't wanna get caught now, do we?)

okay I'm getting off topic

the first and second time you had sex together, it was quick and rushed, he'd pulled you to the side and fucked you open against a wall, clothes on and all.

the third time he makes sure he treats you right, meaning he makes sure there's a bed involved LMFAO

so imagine his surprise when he turns around, butt ass naked in his room and ready to tackle you on the bed, to see that you were still wearing your shirt on.

...okay?

he's confused but doesn't question you, he thinks he'll just rip it off of you later himself

he shrugs it off like a champ, and strides over to you with a shit eating grin, walking you backwards till you fall on the bed with a soft thud. You smile back at him, but not fully. Not really. That makes his eye twitch. Something was off.

five minutes later he's holding himself upright with a palm beside your head, swallowing dryly as he stares at you with an open mouth and hazy eyes, thrusting inside of you with no promise to stop.

his eyes drop lower, and he catches sight of your nipples poking through your cotton shirt and he groans- sliding his hand under the material to bring it over your breasts and you tense suddenly, pushing his chest till he's shoved to the side, and he watches with wide eyes and a hard cock as you scramble to pull your shirt in place, chest heaving when you steal a nervous glance at him

"I-I'm sorry, can I keep this on?" your voice almost breaks when you speak and Soap is really fucking confused. "Are you cold?" his question catches you off guard and you look at him as if he's grown a second head, closing your eyes shut as he continues to speak, "I can close the window-"

"I'm not cold."

"Ah."

"Then...?" Johnny trails off and you let out a defeated sigh, "I don't want you to see me." he blinks at your hiss and you bring your knees up, hugging them close to your chest and he thinks he deserves an award for not even glancing at what he knows would be the perfect view of your glistening pussy- Get your fucking act together Johnny, ya fuckin' prick.

Soap seems to be deep in thought for a couple of seconds before his mouth parts in realization. He internally curses himself for even going there, but when he sees you shrinking to yourself, clutching your legs tighter against you, he feels sick. There's no fucking way you felt that way.

"You gotta be joking, hen." his whisper was almost pleading and you felt your chin wobble slightly and he tuts, scooting closer to you to lay a hand on your shoulder, "You can't possibly not know how perfect you are." you scoff out a laugh as you shake your head.

"I'm serious. I can't even begin to imagine why you'd even feel that way. What the fuck do you have to hide? Your stunning beauty? C'mon now." he tilts his head to try and catch your gaze but you avoid him like the plague and he shakes your shoulder back and forth playfully, successfully pulling a small laugh out of you. He decides to ignore the few stray tears that fall down your cheeks to stop his heart from breaking.

He cups your cheek softly and tilts your head up, finally making you look at him "Did someone say something? I need a target to practice on anyway-" you shake your head softly as you sniff and he licks his lips as he drops his forehead on yours,

"You trust me, right?" you nod instantly, and he mutters an okay, "And you know I'd never lie to you?" you hesitate, but nod regardless and he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, "Show me,"

You inhale sharply, and you're shivering before you even realize that you've taken your shirt off- your hands coming up to shield your breasts, as if you're not naked from the waist-down.

A chill runs down your spine as you wait, and when you hear Soap let out a shuddering breath your gaze snaps up to him. You're surprised to see the utter adoration in his eyes- looking at you as if you'd hanged the moon and stars.

His fingers shake slightly when his hands come to rest on top of yours, his eyes holding an unspoken question. Can I?

You swallow dryly, bringing your hands up to your face instead, hiding your flushed cheeks in the safety of your palms.

"Ah quit your theatrics ya fuckin' minx. Look at you." Soap hisses, his voice suddenly dropping an octave. You hear him mutter a curse, and feel him run his hands all over you- your belly, your sides, your tits-

You yelp when he pushes you flat against the sheets, and you grab at his hair when he starts to press kisses on your lower belly, "Johnny-" he groans, biting at your plush flesh, hands kneading your sides in appreciation, savoring. "You're so fuckin' beautiful- jesus fuckin' christ,"

yeah he made you feel better alright.

könig

like ghost he's a bit insecure himself. has his own issues and doubts about himself so he gets it

but still can't believe that YOU feel that way

like you and your perfect self? he gets so frustrated that he wants to punch something

how DARE you think you're not perfect, how dare you.

once he finds out how you feel he makes it his mission in life to spoil you rotten, and make you realize how incredible you are

this makes me think back to that other ask I got about him fingering you while making you look at yourself in the mirror- booooyyy

HE WOULD IN THIS SCENARIO AS WELL, I JUST KNOW IT.

he'd be so angry at you for not loving yourself LMFAOOO HE'D BE POUTING I SWEAR

man turns FERAL, it's the most dominant you've ever seen him-

he'd make you see yourself how he sees you, if it's the last thing he ever did

"Don't you dare look away, liebling," you squirm in König's hold, his hand holding your jaw, making sure you won't miss a thing as he runs his other hand aaaall over your middle, squeezing the plump flesh in his hands as he goes.

You watch Konig's face in the mirror, speechless at how dazed he looked, half-lidded eyes trailing all over your naked form- drinking in all your curves hungrily. He groans lowly, his eyes almost rolling back when he squeezes your supple skin "I can't... how can you look this good and not know it?"

"König-" you go to turn your face in order to look at him, but his hand tightens against your jaw, making you whimper and keep your head in place, "No. Look away and you'll regret it. Now, repeat what I said earlier-"

"But-"

"I won't ask again, liebling."

You give the tiniest moan when his hand snakes in between your legs, his palm cupping your pussy, nd you grind down at it needily "I-I'm beautiful.."

He hums, "And..?" his fingers gather up your slick to circle up your clit, drawing three, four tight circles on the nub before he's sliding them down again, slipping two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting them lazily in and out of your drenched cunt.

You mewl, circling your hips against the palm of his hand, loving the way it nudged your clit the slightest bit, "Jesus christ.. and g-gorgeous.."

"Mhm that's right, my love. Doubt that again and I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week, yeah?" he smiles at your reflection, and it would have been so innocent and almost shy if it weren't for the devious glint in his eyes.

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destructive-path · 4 months

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hi lovely!! idk if you're taking requests, but can you write gentle abby having reader (who's SUPER DUPER nervous because it's readers first time having sex) in her lap and she's just talking her through fingering? i love gentle skin on skin and i feel like it would be so hot ☹️☹️💕

anything 4 u (sorry this took me a min to finish and i got a little lazy at the end )

from stone to clay (A.A)

tags- 18+ MDNI , gf!abby , virgin!reader (reader is legal! i imagine shes at least 20 in this), afab reader she/her referred, anyone can read this the insert just has a vagina!, kissing, romantic!abby, swearing, fingering(duh), thigh riding,squirting………..whew

a/n- tbh me writing for abby was easier than i thought itd be purely bc i picture her irl to be soo much like the way i describe her in this fic. but this in a once in a blue moon occurrence bc i have way too many ellie fics i need to finish (help)

also yk the mf drill i didnt proofread or edit this just be a good reader and enjoy it for what it is mama is lazy

abby was chivalry personified

most people knew her to be quiet with a certain nobleness shining off her demeanor. her confidence was undeniable yet humble, she was reserved but also gallant. her personality mimicked something of a prince.

keeping mostly to herself, she remained occupied by things that made her all the more interesting to those around you. history, photography, not to mention her keen athletic skills. if her stature didnt give her away the whispers of praise from her peers at the gym did.

she was terribly intimidating. deemed something of a god by those around her. the possibility of becoming her friend was a trophy won by very few. so when she approached you one day, flowers in hand you thought it was an elaborate prank.

no one knows how it happened. how one day you were sure the infamous woman didnt even know your name, to becoming the object of her affection. it was like night and day. the moment abby had laid her eyes on you she become the face of chivalry.

she wrote you notes, texted you good morning everyday as well as pictures of things that reminded her of you. abby would ask you out on dates solely in person. (you secretly damned this trait because each time she asked it made you a blushing mess) she insisted on picking you up and paying each time, presenting you with a gift or an arrangement of flora upon arrival.

abby didn’t make a move on you for a while.

shortly after agreeing to start seeing her you confessed no one had asked you on a date before. this shocked her immensely due to the fact that she was so smitten with you. so she decided she would be the perfect gentlewoman, making sure each first memory you shared would be astoundingly romantic and particularly respectful. the last thing abby wanted to do was rush you or make you uncomfortable.

the first time you and abby shared a kiss was when she asked you to be her girlfriend. she had given you a night straight out of a movie. your heart never beat so fast for so long. at the end of the night she remained her respectful self, walked you to your doorstep, faced you and pulled you into her arms. god shes so strong. abby brought her hand to your cheek and her face close to yours and gently stated

“i want you to be mine.”

she had robbed you of speech whilst boring her eyes into yours, if she wasn’t holding you so tight you would’ve gone completely limp at the sound of her voice. at a complete loss, you gave her a gentle nod then abby placed her lips on yours giving you a perfect first kiss.

it wasnt long until you had become curious of more intimate moments you two could share. you weren’t a child, just accidentally sexually stunted, you had let yourself become consumed with more important things, it wasn’t until you turned 18 that you realized you had missed out on lifes more…sensual pleasures. so here you were years later and the opportunity to learn could not be more accessible.

it was hard to not be aware of how abby made you feel. you had become official just before the summer kicked in and as the temperature rose outside so did the temperature in the bedroom. once abby had made you her partner she came over alot. the hotter it got the less she would wear, as did most, but most people werent abby. MOST people didnt spend everyday lifting weights at the gym. and god did it show.

on one particular sweltering hot day abby found that her air conditioning had bust. luckily for her yours was operating fine. she shows up at your door dressed in low hanging loose fitting shorts that stopped mid thigh and a black muscle tee with the side holes leaving her entire abdomen on display. she was wearing a red sports bra that day. red. you would never forget it.

fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes of abby on your couch in a thin layer of sweat and flushed cheeks. fifteen minutes of abby subconsciously moaning about how good the air conditioning feels….

“baby?….you okay?”

she questions. your heaving now, and abby, being the sweet girlfriend she is, is incredibly concerned. what she doesn’t know is that you’ve been staring at the muscles on her thighs for fifteen minutes and your starting to sweat. and it’s not because of the weather.

“abby…”

you whine. and she gets it now. and shes giving you those eyes. god damn that look in her eyes because its making you breathe harder and now your sure its because you have never needed someone to touch you more than now.

desperation oozes out of you causing abby to hum. a faint smile forms on her lips as she pats her lap and beckons you in a sweet tone that rings through your whole body.

“cmere..”

she didnt even need to ask. before the words had even left her lips you had made your way over to her. you find yourself climbing on top of her and settling directly on her lap. its slightly embarrassing considering abbys position under you. shes got her arms spread out on either side of her, legs spread apart. she hasnt even touched you yet. for a second, she takes in the sight of you, abby has yet to see you this vulnerable up close. this intimate.

“hi.”

shes smiling at you in a way that makes your skin burn. you cant help but giggle at how precious shes being considering how sensual this moment feels. your arms hug your body awkwardly feeling overwhelmed by her glare. abby leans her head down to meet your lowered gaze sending your head up right. slowly she unfolds your arms and places her hands on the soft of your underarm. her fingers sprawl into claws and she carefully scratches her way up to your hands placing them on her bulging arms.

“hold on.”

abby whispers while tightening your grip around her biceps before her hands settle on your hips. a slight confusion overcomes you at her words but then she’s lifting you off her lap effortlessly and placing your heat over one of her thighs instead of your initial place on her lap. as she lowers you over her incredibly toned thigh her nose trails up your body taking in your scent. abby inhales deep tickling the surface of your skin making your hairs stand up. eventually your thinly clothed cunt comes in contact with abbys thigh muscle, the fact that a single thigh is enough to seat you comfortably has you staining your boxers. you grasp her arms a little tighter.

“you okay?”

shes whispering in your ear and her touch is driving you crazy.

“just tell me to stop if it gets to be too much…”

your lack of know how in this current situation has you completely pliant to her advances. there was something in you that was reluctant to have abby see you so exposed like this. maybe its the way her composure was kept under wraps. she was so stoic underneath you, demeanor oozing unwavering confidence, each touch she graced you with filled with intention. she was extremely calculated, focused on making you feel comfortable, making you feel good. roaming hands explore every inch of you. its a mix of delicacy and desperation, slight pressure applied to your skin attempting to coax out any nervousness you may have in this moment but its really no use. abby is too perfect like this. she had always been attentive to what made you feel good that each touch of her finger tips on your bare skin overwhelms you.

Its subtle, but the only thing giving away abbys true excitement in this moment is her heartbeat. you can feel it thump fast against your chest as she holds you close. her hands had finally settled on your hips, she had become obsessed with the feeling of your pelvis, the way your skin bunched together at the bend atop your leg for abby to grasp onto. she began to stroke you there softly, dragging her hands back and forth unconsciously compelling your hips to move on her thigh.

“abby.”

she hums at sound of your voice still deeply consumed in your increasingly sultry scent. you cant remember when but she had began placing soft kisses on your neck. your head had cocked slightly to the left leaving room for sweet pecks from your girlfriend that fed into the need for more of her.

“abby..”

shes kissing your jaw, your pulse that has picked up to an almost alarming pace, the base of your neck, god does she even know shes making you rock your hips on her thigh? her grip on your pelvis has become so strong you have no choice but to give in to abbys manipulation of your body. unbeknownst to her the heat of this moment making everything in abbys body flex. your seat on her thigh had become so tense you swear you can feel a vein prodding at your wet spot.

“abby!”

it all feels too good, and she hasnt even kissed you directly yet and your clothes are still on and if you spend another second riding her like this you might just come from it.

“hmm…what? you okay love? you need me to stop?”

her face finally leaves its home in your neck and shes looking at you with those eyes again. abby had become so consumed in the moment she didn’t realize her actions were having such an effect on you. concern floods her eyes but theres something else there too. a look you have yet to see from your girlfriend. it almost looks like shes in pain. she looks at you like if you told her stop her advances she might actually start crying. abby is trying to make sure she hadn’t moved too fast or made you too uncomfortable, but at the same time shes just so eager to have her hands on you.

“im so sorry baby, i got carried away…your just-do you want me to stop? please dont make me stop? ill be good i promise…”

her sweaty forehead meets yours and she is massaging you again, this time more desperate than before.

“no! please dont stop…..its just- hurts. the clot-boxers…need them off…”

your practically panting while your heads remain connected as she looks up at you and sports a soft smile. then finally shes connecting your lips in a passionate kiss. her hands find their safe spot on your hips as she sends you slightly backwards upon initial contact. your grip on her biceps has yet to falter so you dont fall off your place on her lap. abby uses the leverage of your position to maneuver your boxers off your legs. somehow she had kissed you deeply all while finding a way to remove the sticky fabric down your legs and tossing it somewhere in the living room.

once your boxers had been discarded she sits you back upright on her thigh. the skin to skin contact on your cunt makes you whimper and disconnect from her kiss, screwing your eyes shut due to the foreign and intense pleasure you felt there.

“shh shh shhhh…its okay baby-”

abby whispers against your lips, she doesn’t touch your leaking center just yet, instead she strokes the plush on your thigh and this time its making you shiver. You shake to the point where your girlfriend cant even deny how cute it is. how cute you are under her touch, the smallest action making you weak. but she cant tease you too hard just yet, abby wants to be a good girlfriend and teach you what its like to feel desired. to be touched by someone who truly cares about your pleasure. her hand smooths right underneath your belly button, eyes trained on yours.

“gonna touch you here now okay?”

abby is almost too respectful about everything that’s going on. part of you wishes she would just have her way with you, to quit the patronizing and fuck you however she wanted. you knew your girlfriend better than that though. you knew this was going to be an an torturously slow experience, abby was going to take her time.

you give her a nod of approval, anxious for whats to come next. she stares at you for a little longer admiring your state. her heart beats faster at the look of you. your puffy lips and red cheeks. every inch of you glossy due to sweat. she observes until she physically cant resist the need to touch you anymore. her head drops to look at your cunt on her thigh and you see her swallow, hard.

“fuck.”

abby swears in a dirty tone, its harsh and punctuates the consonant at the end. the sounds makes you slap her arm slightly out of embarrassment.

“abby.”

“sorry! sorry….”

she trails off entranced by your pussy. its weeping and the sight makes abbys ears burn red. she licks her lips as she trails her thumb down your vagina until it reaches the hood over your puffy clit due to you riding her thigh just minutes before, then she stops. you inhale the lower she advances on you to a sharp end, she finally reaches your most sensitive button you breathe out harshly when she slowly circles her thumb there. a slight squeal follows your breathing that illicits a hum of approval from your girlfriend.

“m’gonna play with it for a little okay? its going to tickle but you have to relax, then it will start to feel really good okay?”

shes rubbing you sort of rhythmically, her thumb circles with a fluidity so visually stimulating that more moans start to leave your lips.

“that’s good. its okay to make noise, means your feeling good baby.”

all you can do is nod and squeeze abbys arms tight. the subtle coaching tone in her voice makes your head feel light. she had a habit of spending countless hours in the gym, so it made sense that she could play the role of a good trainer/teacher.

after a while of abby intently massaging your clit you had become more pliant to her touch. she had your loose fitting tank top pulled taught behind you so she had better access to look at your now soaking pussy. the faster she moved the more the room filled with sounds of your slick. once it had started to ring so loud in your ear you fell forward into your girlfriend hiding your face in her neck. although you were embarrassed that didn’t stop the subtle roll of your hips into her thumb.

“s-so embarrassing..”

you whispered in her ear, concerned that abby would become disgusted by just how wet you had become so easily.

“mmhmm i don’t mind, its normal. plus it lets me know that im making you feel good.”

it didnt take much for you to believe her, abby was a good girlfriend. she wouldn’t lie.

so if she wanted go know how good you felt you made sure to show her just how much of a perfect girlfriend she was being.

“feels so good abby...”

your words tickles her ear drum and practically doubles the movement of her thumb on your cunt.

“yeah?”

“mhhmm”

you nod fast, face still buried her neck soaking in the smell of her.

“you want more?”

when she presents you with this proposal something in you snaps. any shyness you previously had was gone, the mere idea of abby being able to make you feel more, to make you feel better than you already did had become so enticing that everything else faded away. you craved more.

“please…”

before you can finish the word she’s adjusting you so that your leaky hole is more accessible to her fingers. she flips her hand over so her middle digit flick’s quickly through your folds. you clench around nothing at the feeling. its fast and somehow more intense then before, the action mimicking something of an intrusion without even entering you fully yet. the sensation makes you bite your lip straining your voice afraid that if you let yourself, you would scream.

“gotta make sure you are ready for me hmm? it might hurt a little at first but remember what i said about relaxing-“

“abby i know how it works okay? please just hurry-uh!”

she takes your impatience as a cue to finally enter your warmth with her middle finger. it stings at first involuntarily causing your thighs to close but she stops you. abbys mouth falls open as she feels how tight you squeeze around her.

“you relaxing baby? or are you just- fuck- just this tight?”

you sit up straight to observe the scene beneath you and it almost makes you faint. abby is fucking her finger into you slowly, twisting her wrist as she exits as an attempt to get you to open up for her. its not working too well, you watch as she enters you and see how your body practically pushes her digit out. you needed to relax.

“you have to loosen up love, or i won’t be able to fuck you because it will hurt too much. i don’t want to hurt you okay? so…cmere.”

she beckons you with her lips and you lean forward to meet her in a kiss. as she kisses you she begins the flicking motion on your slick again. you sink deeper into the kiss while she toys with you’re pussy, finding comfort in her lips.

“m’trying to relax…”

“i know i know just focus on my lips…”

and you do because they are heaven on earth. her soft kiss blurs the world around you. abby is normally marble, beautiful but hard and somewhat cold not susceptible to much damage. but right now she’s clay. messy, wet, and easily manipulated. you could tear her apart into tiny little pieces and she would let you, she would do anything for you. the thought of her changing the fabric of who she is in your presence finally makes you give in to her completely.

shes prodding at your entrance with her digit when she finally feels you open up slightly. one hand moves to continue her circles on your clit whilst the other begins to pump into you slowly.

“oh my god..”

this is the feeling you had been curious about for so long. the way her finger glides in and out of you with ease is a feeling you weren’t sure how you went so long without. but you were glad you did because something about abby being your first made it all worth the wait.

“feels much better doesn’t it baby? i knew that kiss would make you relax…”

her tone is mocking you slightly and you thank god for it because she’s had been so goddamn intense throughout this whole thing.

“…might need to add another finger…”

her ring finger slides into you and you can’t help but moan. you had never felt so full. abby wastes zero time and curls her fingers into you. you watch the way her bicep flexes as she pounds into you. the veins of her neck strain as she concentrates solely on your pussy. your hand snakes around her neck and you begin to let your hips meet her fingers chasing a feeling building up inside you.

“yesss good girl..ride my fingers baby just like that…you feel it? gonna come soon?”

the hand that was ones playing with your folds now finds a place on one of your tits. shes fucking you while playing with your perky nipples through your tank top and they sensitivity sends you off the edge. once again you are rendered speechless with only a frantic nod to use at your disposal.

abbys thigh lifts whilst your hips begin to stutter, insuring your movement progresses on her flexing muscle. shes pounding into you now at a pace so fast but so sweet. it doesn’t hurt anymore, in-fact its the opposite. it feels so perfect that you begin to feel a familiar sensation that scares you.

“abby, im gonna-“

“it’s okay baby give it to me.”

“n-no im-“

“i know your so close baby you can do it.”

“it feels like im gonna-“

without warning you squirt all over abbys fingers.

the initial gush from your cunt startles her. she assumed you were just going to orgasm, not soak her fingers completely. you expect her to push you off but she doesnt. her fingers leave your sopping pussy and guide your hips to ride out your high on her thigh muscles. abby cant believe how amazing you look right now. she cant believe she just made you squirt the first time you had been fingered. it was definitely going to go to her head. she reveled in how your hips stuttered awkwardly whilst you screamed in pleasure.

the both of you are a panting soaked mess. both of your hands explore each others bodies soothing out the overwhelming feelings coursing through you due to the events of what just happened. you shake slightly as abby holds you close planting soft kisses on your neck that make you sigh.

“I-Im sorry abby I didn-“

“shhhh you did so good pretty girl. you are perfect.”

she whispers in your ear before wrapping her arms around you, picking up your half naked body with ease and carrying you to the bathroom where you two would shower together, scrubbing your bodies of what would be the first of many more sexual occurrences you shared together.

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#abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #anderson abby #abby tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby x you #abby x fem!reader #abby x y/n #lesbian #wlw #abby smut #abby anderson smut

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The Other Side Of The Door - V.C.

Vada Cavell x Fem!Reader

Summary: Vada’s been a questionable girlfriend lately, and you’ve decided you’ve had enough.

Warnings: Angst, Vada is kinda toxic in this, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Inspired by TOSOTD by miss t-swizzle herself. I hope u angst monsters r happy, I don’t write angst very often. Also! Did not proofread this, sorry bout that

“Leave.” You say, face stoney and eyes narrowed. You ignore the voice inside of you that says this is a terrible idea.

Your girlfriend blinks back at you, taken aback by the venom in your voice.

Her expression changes from happy to crestfallen in a second, and it takes everything in you to not immediately take back what you’ve just said.

“What is this about?” She asks, eyes wide.

The minute your girlfriend had waltzed into your room, whistling to her favorite Juice Wrld song, she had been met with the sight of you sitting on your bed, arms crossed.

“What is this about? Are you kidding, Vada?” You seethe, too pissed to have any sort of filter anymore.

She gulps.

“How about it’s about the countless times I’ve had to drag you back home because you were drunk shitless, doing god knows what with god knows who, without any explanation whatsoever.” You’re standing up now, sizing Vada up.

“It’s about the amount of times you’ve ignored me this whole week, never answering texts, never picking up my calls. Am I even your girlfriend anymore?” You press, rambling as if everything that’s been pent up inside you for weeks stars spilling out all at once.

Your girlfriend pales as you monologue, eyes darting to lock on anything but your face.

“But-“ She opens her mouth and closes it a couple times, searching for something to say.

You cut her off quickly. Unwillingly to let her have any say in this.

“Quite frankly, I’ve had enough. So if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to leave.” You tell her, pretending you don’t see the way her eyes are starting to water.

She’s as still as a statue for a good minute or two, contemplating what she wants to do. You can practically see the cogs turning in her brain.

One more glare from you has her rushing out your room and downstairs. You can’t help the pang in your chest as you watch her leave. After everything, you still want her to stay.

Stupid girl and the grip she has on me.

Nothing quells your bad mood for the rest of the night. You spend dinner shooting back one word responses to your mom’s inquiries, irritable.

You tuck yourself into bed, check your phone for a message from anyone—okay, maybe you wanted to see if Vada had said anything, but nothing. You huff and pull the sheets over your body, closing your eyes shut and forcing sleep to have its way with you.

Somehow, in the morning, you wake up even more annoyed. Whenever you’ve had fights with Vada before, the morning after she’d be all over you; begging for forgiveness and blowing up your phone.

You’re ashamed to admit you like the attention.

Today, nothing. Not a single call or text from your normally oh so talkative girlfriend.

As the day goes on, you start feeling mournful. Regret courses deep through you. You sit and stew in your feelings until you can’t think of anything else.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said all that.

It’s a sad Sunday that’s spent with you staring at cute photographs you’d taken with her months prior, and jumping at the sound of any notification. It’s pathetic, but you need her. You don’t remember how long it’s been since you and Vada have had a day apart.

You’re stuck. You miss her so much, but your stupid pride won’t allow you to text first, or to go find her, because what would you even do? You’d been the one to apologize first too many times. This time, you decide it’s going to be up to Vada.

You sleuth around for the rest of your Sunday. When you finish dinner and storm to your room, your turmoil has turned into spite.

“If you don’t call in the next 5 minutes I swear I’m breaking up with you.” You hiss to the phone, staring intently at Vada’s profile picture, as if she’s just going to pop out of the phone by sheer will of you wanting her there.

After a minute of this, you set the phone down and take a deep breath. You turn your phone on do not disturb and pick up a book. All this drama has you feeling like you need to reconnect with nature a bit.

It’s a book Vada herself had recommended you, which was funny, since your girlfriend barely read shit. You hate to admit she has good taste. You glide through the pages easily, happy for a distraction.

Minutes turn into hours, and before long, you notice that the light is starting to dim down and the sun is starting to set. You also hear the tiny pitter-patter of rain hitting the roof.

You get up and walk to your window, face still buried in your book, and gently ease it open, hoping to find some comfort in the fresh air and smell of wet grass.

What you get is not that. A pebble, the size of your pinky comes hurling, too fast for even your reflexes to react.

It hits you smack dab in the face, making you loosen your grip on the book and dropping it. You groan, rubbing the part of your nose that stings. You hear a tiny oh shit below you and you peer out your window so fast it gives you whiplash.

The sight of Vada standing in the rain, her hair messy and her bike discarded on your tiny front yard brings out a lot of mixed emotions in you.

Finally. Goddamn, finally.

She looks sheepish as she speaks. “I’m sorry!” She squeaks. “I didn’t mean to hit you- I swear. I was just trying to do one of those huge romantic gestures where the guy gets the girls attention by throwing pebbles at her window ya know? But it ended up being kinda fun and I didn’t see you when I threw that one-“ She says, speaking so fast you can barely understand her.

When you don’t answer, it’s almost like Vada remembers what she came here for. She straightens up, wiping her palms on her loose graphic tee.

“I’m sorry. I really am. If you would hear me out, I’ll explain everything. I promise. I’m sorry for not coming to my senses earlier, and I’m sorry for not paying you enough attention. I love you, I’m in love with you; you know that. More than anything.” She yells, almost screams so you can hear her clearly.

You feel your walls crumble immediately. How were you going to deny your sweet, loving, albeit sort of confusing girlfriend of your love? It was no use. She always wins when it comes to you.

You sigh.

Vada waits patiently, shifting on her feet and shivering slightly from the cold.

You gesture for her to come in with your hand, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at the joy that sparks across her face immediately.

She sprints in, saying a quick hello to your mom- who probably heard everything, and runs up the stairs, practically tackling you onto your own bedroom floor.

She’s soaked, and you can already feel the water seeping through your own shirt, but you don’t care. Vada’s wrapped herself tight around you, like a baby koala. She’s trembling slightly, and you notice she’s crying.

You place your hand on top of her head, rubbing gently. You murmur sweet nothings into her ear.

She tilts her head up to look at you, eyes all red and puffy. She looks so pretty like this.

“I missed you so much.” She gushes.

You grin lazily, happy to have your girlfriend back in your arms.

“I missed you too, baby.”

#vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x y/n #vada cavell #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday addams x reader #jenna ortega

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average-dilf-enjoyer · 7 months

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KINKTOBER

Day 2: Anal play + Shane (Stardew Valley)

Pairing: Shane/f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Anal fingering, rimming (f receiving)

A/N: I HAD A SUPER BUSY DAY I HAD TO SERIOUSLY RUSH THIS I HOPE IT CAME OUT BUT IDK SINCE I ONLY GOT TO PROOFREAD IT LIKE ONCE. Anyways I feel really smart for remembering to say Yoba instead of God considering I haven't played SV in like a year lol

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You'd had a fucking terrible day. You got no sleep because your newborn daughter, Samantha, needed constant attention. Then you had to go out to water the crops and feed the animals, which took hours even with Shane's help because you had to take breaks to care for Samantha. You finally got a chance to relax around three o'clock, but that ended quickly because Samantha had to be fed. Then you made dinner, fed the baby again, and finally, around eleven, you got the first moment of peace you'd had in the last twenty-four hours. And you took that opportunity to spend some quality time with your husband.

"Honey..." you moaned as Shane's lips latched onto your neck.

You felt him smile against your skin. "Shh... don't wanna wake Sammy," he whispered, pressing another kiss into your neck.

You nodded and made a motion of zipping your lips shut.

Shane chuckled and resumed his assault on your neck as his fingers began working at the buttons on your shirt.

Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt and you swiftly pulled it up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. He did the same to you, sliding your shirt off your shoulders and tossing it off to the side with his.

Shane’s hands then moved to your bra, fingers undoing the clasp while his eyes drank in your body. “Shit, you’re so beautiful…” he whispered, slipping your bra off to reveal your breasts. His hands moved to cup them, kneading his fingers into the soft flesh.

You moaned and arched into his touch. “Shane…”

“I gotcha baby, what do you need?” he cooed, moving his head down to suck at your nipples.

“Fuck- your fingers, need your fingers,” you panted, fingernails digging into his back.

Shane nodded and one hand left your chest to slide up your thigh and under your skirt, running a finger along your cloth-covered slit. “Yoba, you’re so wet. All for me?”

You nodded eagerly. “All for you, Shane.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he agreed, moving your panties aside and sliding his middle finger into you. “That good, honey?”

“Yeah,” you gasped as he curled his finger to rub your G-spot. “Sh-shit…”

“Gotta be quiet, remember?” he reminded you, muffling your moans with his lips on yours as he slipped another finger into you. “Won’t get to make you cum if Sammy wakes up.”

You nodded as he broke the kiss. “Mhm. Sorry.” You reached around to grasp the back of his neck, tugging his mouth back to yours.

His fingers began to move faster, bringing you closer and closer to your release. “Shane- fuck-“ You made sure to whisper it this time, not wanting to risk waking Samantha.

“I know, I know,” Shane groaned, his thumb moving to circle your clit.

A few moments of this and you were coming undone, clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure overcame you. “F-fuck…” you whimpered as he fucked you through it.

“That’s it… yeah, there you go…” Shane crooned as you came down from your high. “So pretty.”

“Shane, I need you fuck me,” you whined, reaching a hand down to palm at the bulge in his pants.

“Insatiable,” Shane groaned.

“Only for you,” you quipped as you pulled at his sweatpants, sliding them and his boxer briefs down his thighs. Without another moment of hesitation, you pushed him back on the bed, climbing over him. “Lemme ride you.”

Shane grinned and rested his hands on your hips. “Go ahead, baby.”

You pulled your panties off but decided to leave the skirt.

Shane groaned. “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?” His hands moved up under your skirt again to knead at your ass. “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

You hummed and lined yourself up with his dick. “Yeah, so you’ve told me. You aren’t so bad yourself.”

“That’s the best you got?” Shane chuckled. “What happened to “You’re so handsome, Shane! You’re the best husband ever, I love you so much!” he joked.

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “You’re so handsome, Shane,” you said as you started sinking down onto him. “You’re the best husband ever.” You took him until he bottomed out inside you, moaning at the feeling. “I love you so much.”

He hummed and went back to groping at your ass. “I love you too. Shit, you feel so good. Move for me, baby.”

"Yes sir." He chuckled at that, but it was quickly cut off with a hiss when you pulled off of him and pushed back down. In, out. Out, in.

"Fuuuck…" he groaned, fingers digging hard into your butt. "Yoba, baby, that’s good. Yeah, like that."

You moaned softly and began to move faster. “Oh, fuck- Shane-“

"I know," he whispered through pants. "Yeah, shit- just like that, mhmm..."

You gasped when one of his fingers touched your asshole, circling the tight ring. "Holy shit, Shane," you whined.

He smiled as his finger continued to prod, testing the waters. "Is that okay?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yeah, it's okay. Don't stop."

"I gotcha honey, I won't," he assured you, gently sliding his finger in up to the first knuckle. "Good?"

"Yes, holy shit," you moaned. It felt incredible, being filled up like this. "More. Please."

Who was he to deny you? He slid his finger up further, kissing you the whole time and checking in every now and then to make sure you were still okay with it.

You were. It felt amazing despite the sting that came with exploring that previously untouched area, overwhelming in the best way. You'd stopped moving at that point, too overcome by sensation to do anything but sit there and appreciate the feeling. Shane began shallowly thrusting up into you to replace your lack of movement, and your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!"

Shane pulled his finger out of you, chuckling when you whined at the loss, and then pushed it back in, just as slow and gentle as the first time. "You close? You're fucking squeezing me."

You giggled breathlessly, panting as you grinded against him. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah? Cum, honey. C'mon. Wanna feel it," Shane moaned.

You took the opportunity to tease him. "Quiet, Shane. You'll wake up Sam," you whispered.

"Can't have that," he responded, a smirk playing on his lips. He began to thrust harder at that, chasing after both yours and his releases.

His finger pumped in and out of your ass faster now, his other hand finding your clit. The combined sensations had you cumming around him in seconds, moaning loudly as white-hot pleasure washed over you.

"That's it, pretty girl. There you go. Thaaaat's it," Shane cooed as his thrusts grew more erratic. "I'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" he panted.

"Inside," you whined as you began to move again, helping him towards his orgasm.

Within moments he was spilling inside you, holding you tight against him. "I love you, baby, you're so perfect, shit-" he rambled as he came down from his high.

The post-orgasm afterglow was cut short, unfortunately, by the distant cries of your daughter.

"Shit." You climbed off his lap, hurriedly putting your shirt back on. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Shane nodded and got up to put his own clothes on as you rushed to your daughter's room. Once you managed to silence her once more, you came back to find Shane already asleep. You giggled and climbed in behind him, wrapping your arms around him as sleep overcame you too.

#stardew shane #shane x reader #shane x farmer #fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #smut #smut fanfiction #stardew valley #stardew valley smut #sdv fanfic #sdv smut #shane sdv

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mintpurrfect · 1 month

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hi, I saw that you came back and if you don’t mind, I also want to ask you to write a one shot with seong taehoon x reader where the reader admits to her boyfriend that her stepfather (maybe someone else, it’s not so important) sexually harassed her and maybe tried to go further (if you know what I mean), how he would behave (this is a pretty tough request, so if it’s too much and you want to write it, then everything is okay)

⩇:⩇⩇ — finding out

⤿synopsys﹕ seong taehoon finding out that his lover's stepfather sexually harassed them and even tried to go further.

⤿character﹕ seong taehoon x gn!reader

⤿genre﹕ hurt/comfort(?), angst-ish

⤿warnings﹕ lower case, tons of cursing, upsetting themes/topics, mentions of sexual harassment and neglectful parenting, reader's got a bad relationship with their family, used the word “manipulated” once at the end but not really in a bad way?(pls inform me if I forgot something)

⤿note﹕ hello, I'm back! (again) I'm sorry this took so long. I honestly didn't know how to write this. I wrote a fanfic format but I can't seem to write it so I changed to this hc type of writing instead. I find this quite hard to write but I managed to finish it. kinda rushed. not proofread.

￫ you were staying at his place for quite some time now.

￫ before, you'd only come crashing by every once in awhile, but lately, you have been staying the night, and would often hangout all day at his place recently.

￫ he knows that you didn't really have a good relationship with your mom and step-father, but never asked why. taehoon thinks that he should wait for you to open up instead of trying to force you to because he didn't want to push you away and possibly make you close yourself off even further.

￫ ever since he learnt that your family situation isn't the best, he started being nicer to you compared to before, although he was still the same teasing and condescending jerk, he held back from bullying his sweet little lover.

￫ just like the past few weeks, you're currently laying beside him on his bed, soundlessly asleep in his arms. taehoon was nearly about to doze off, when all of a sudden, he heard you whimper in your sleep, sounding like you were in pain.

￫ taehoon froze, observing you for a moment just in case he was only hearing things, but you did it again, this time, with a sniffle following it.

￫ he immediately pulled you closer against his chest and began whispering comforting words by your ear, accompanied by soft pecks on your head and temple.

“It's okay, you're safe. I'm right here.”

￫ once you calm down, he sighs and starts caressing your upper arm, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

￫ when you woke up and finally registered that you were safely tucked in his warm embrace, you couldn't help but begin to cry, letting out all your pent up emotions.

￫ he didn't say anything besides the occasional sweet words he'd whisper against your hair as he hugs you tighter than ever.

￫ it lasted for a while. your cries and sniffling were the only sounds resonating within his quiet bedroom.

￫ when you calm down, you apologize for crying to him, but he just pinches your cheek gently, telling you not to worry about it.

￫ the moment you feel your chest lighten a bit and his warmth, you slowly spoke up, finally letting it all out in the open for him to hear. you told taehoon about how shitty your stepfather is, how terrible and vile that man is to the point that he didn't even deserve to be called human.

￫ you basically poured all the things you've been bearing alone, telling your boyfriend about how your stepfather tried to force you into things you didn't want, things that made your skin crawl and your stomach to crunch in pure disgust.

￫ and let me tell you, the moment you told him about the horrible and disgusting things that bastard did and tried doing to you, he only saw red, his mind going blank, only thinking of different ways to make that shitty asshole pay for what he made you go through.

￫ of course he held back, at least, for the time being, only listening to your words and letting you open up to him while holding you protectively. all the stories you were telling him made his blood boil. he just wanted to beat the living daylights out of that stupid stepfather of yours.

￫ the moment you're done, he comforts you for the rest of the night while simultaneously trying to calm himself down.

￫ be ready for what comes next after he finally found out about what you've experienced. he will, without hesitation, march into your house and beat the shit out of your father.

￫ one day, you'll just find out from your mother that apparently, a "burglar" had broken into the house and your stepfather was "unfortunately" the only one home and got beaten up when this person had caught sight of him and decided that he should be threatened to keep shut about what happened.

￫ you had an inkling feeling that this mystery person was somehow linked with your lover, but when you went to ask, subtly of course, he seemed to have not known anything so you just dropped it. (of course taehoon was only acting innocent from all of it, thinking that it would be better for you not to know.)

￫ it was also safe to say that you have been practically adopted by his father and now, you were going to start living with the seong family, no buts, no excuses. that decision is final and already set.

￫ hansoo considers you as his child now, even if you and taehoon are not married yet, he says that it'll happen someday anyway so it was no problem having you live with them.

￫ when you stopped rejecting the offer and began living with them, finally, taehoon would sneakily manipulate you into cutting off ties with your shitty stepfather and your neglectful mother without you realising it. he may or may have not also threatened them into not contacting you ever again.

￫ not to mention that if he was soft with you before, he became even more so now. He would still tease you but he stopped throwing rude remarks. he started showing you more that he does care and how he loves you. even if he found it quite embarrassing, he'll gladly say “I love you” more frequently if it makes you happy <3

#webtoon #how to fight #how to fight fandom #seong taehoon #viral hit webtoon #taehun x reader #how to fight taehoon #viral hit taehoon #seong taehun #seong taehoon x reader #taehoon seong #taehoon x reader #seong taehun x reader #manhwa #htf #how to fight hc #taehoon hc #soft taehoon <3 #— namwrites ִֶָ ࣪ ៹

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mantou-rin · 4 months

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It'll Be Sunny Again

Prompt: Mitsuki comforts you after a tough day at work

Characters: Mitsuki Izumi, reader

Genre: Angst / Comfort with a happy ending

Word count: 1,034

A/N: Recently fell back pretty hard into the ainana fandom so I ended up writing something that had been sitting on my mind for a while! (I wrote this at 1am and I didn't proofread it I am so sorry for the errors)

You dragged your feet back to your apartment, every new footstep feeling heavier than the previous one. The cold winter wind seemed to blow harder as you took your next step, and you tiredly pulled the scarf tighter around your neck.

You always told people you loved your job, and you really do. It was a decent paying, healthy work environment, and you had great colleagues too. Of course this came with the occasional hiccups here and there, but it was never anything too serious.

Unfortunately for you today, your job didn’t quite love you back.

It started with a small, innocent error which very quickly snowballed into a mountain of problems that were just waiting to be solved. With the tight deadline, you and your team found yourselves scrambling to fix everything, going so far as to skipping out on a comfortable lunch and resorting to chowing down on a store bought onigiri instead.

After a long day of work, you would normally be starving, but today was different. The pure exhaustion you dealt with - the continuous phone calls with your clients, the countless emails you had to go through and the non-stop running through the office halls to pass the documents to your supervisor, was more than sufficient to wear you down close to your breaking point. You were struggling to keep your eyes open, your breathing felt shallow and your legs were close to giving out. If it weren’t for the fact that you were mere minutes away from your apartment, you might have just passed out on the streets.

You finally reached the door and barely managed to unlock it. Pushing it open, you see your apartment already lit up. Right, your boyfriend was coming over today.

Normally, Mitsuki spends the night in the dorms with the other members, but on the rare occasion where he wasn’t swarmed with work, he would come over to spend time with you instead. He had convinced you to pass him a spare key to your apartment, saying how that way he could always come over and give you the snacks he made. This statement you believed to be true, but you were also certain that it was because he wanted to leave a stash of his personal hoodies in your wardrobe for you to wear.

You vaguely remember him telling you that he wanted to have a video game night today, which of course you very happily agreed to. But right now, this agenda is looking a little bleak. Sure you told him you would be home later than usual due to work, but you missed out on telling him how absolutely wrecked your mental state was. Knowing that you had to break that news to him, a wave of guilt engulfed you.

Why did it have to be today? You thought to yourself, unconsciously letting out a sigh.

You could hear Mitsuki’s hurried footsteps coming from the living room, rushing over to give you the usual welcome hug and kiss. He was always a ray of sunshine. However, the sound of his footsteps came to an abrupt stop and it was then that you noticed that you had zoned out. Coming to your senses, you managed to catch the look in his eyes, and your heart absolutely shattered.

The usual bright smile he wore on his face was replaced by a stunned facial expression and it quickly turned into a frown the closer he got to you. You must have looked terrible. Your hair was probably a mess, your lips were cracked and your face pale.

But you couldn’t care less about your appearance right now, because all you thought about was how worried your boyfriend was, and your eyes immediately welled up with tears that were threatening to overflow any second. You hated it, you hated how you couldn’t smile through the pain, you hated how you felt so vulnerable at the moment.

However, the moment you felt Mitsuki’s arms pull you into his embrace, your body instantly relaxed. You felt him gently nudging your head into his shoulder, his hand still on your head as he carefully combed through your hair. You finally closed your eyes as your nose took in the familiar scent of his hoodie. Time seemed to come to a standstill and your once chaotic world was calm.

You no longer wanted to cry, because something about his hug reassured you in every single way. Your boyfriend was not upset because you came home late, and he was definitely not upset that you had to cancel your plans for that night either. If anything he was relieved that you made it home safely and that he got to hold you in his arms.

Every relationship came with struggles, it was expected that the two of you would have your ups and downs in life. When the two of you started dating you promised each other to always support one another in difficult times like these. Mitsuki’s hug was telling you that it was okay to let your guard down once in a while, that it was okay to not always be strong, because some battles are meant to be fought together.

“I’m not hungry…” you suddenly muttered, remembering how to Mitsuki you probably looked like you haven’t eaten in days. But you were being honest, your body would probably appreciate a good night’s rest more than anything.

You heard Mitsuki chuckle softly. “I know. We can worry about food later, let me help you wash up and get ready for bed.”

His words were laced with kindness, so much so that you wanted to start crying again at how sweet he was, but you let him take your hand as he guided you into the apartment and helped you get ready for bed.

Soon you found yourself tucked into bed, once again in the embrace of your boyfriend. The tiredness had finally caught up to your body, and you felt yourself drift off to sleep rather quickly, with the sound of Mitsuki’s soft humming in the background.

Actions speak louder than words, and every gesture Mitsuki made today was a sign of how much he loved you.

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draininkiss · 6 months

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What's a Blue Daisy Mean? (Sonic x Amy)

I saw this post by Junichi Kanemaru (voice of Sonic) where Taeko Kawata (voice of Amy) gifted him a blue daisy with a cute note in-character. Even though the roles are reversed, I just wrote it naturally as it came to my mind. It's not proofread, so there may be some mistakes in punctuation. I'm sorry in advance.

“Augh! Sonic, I just don’t get you sometimes!” “What’s there to get?” Amy couldn’t help but let out an exasperated sigh as she slapped him on his shoulder. “You not only called me out here in the middle of nowhere, but you rush by doing your boost thing once, twice, three times, hand me a flower – a blue daisy for that matter – and then you claim we aren’t on a date?”

She looked away from him as they walked, trying to control her breathing so she wouldn’t crumple the flower’s stem in her hands from her frustration.

“What am I supposed to think about that? That we’re still just friends?” Sonic sniffed and rubbed his nose to soothe the itch, his blue quills jostling with the slight breeze. “Is there something wrong with being my friend?” He looked over at her, eyes half-lidded and a coquettish smile on his face, “I think you ought to be grateful I’m not running away from you like I used to.” “So you admit you did it on purpose?” “Yeah.” “Just to mess with me?” “Yep!” “And you somehow don’t think that’s a problem?” “Not in particular, no.” Crunch. The grass gave way to Sonic’s weight as he suddenly sat down, causing Amy to nearly jump out of her own skin from the unexpected shock. “Sonic!” She turned to look at him, “What is it now?” With a loud, toothy yawn, Sonic began to snore loudly in faux-sleep. His tan chest heaved up and down in an exaggerated manner, body so unnaturally stiff you’d think he was a corpse being reanimated by the forces of nature. “Sonic,” Amy said in a stern voice, her shadow blanketing over him as the sunlight hit her bare back, “I’m not in the mood to play around.” “Who said I was playing?” Sonic countered, “I’m trying to sleep – it’s exhausting having to deal with people all day, you know?” “You barely talk to anyone outside of PR speak!” “I talk to Tails!” “He’s your little brother! Of course you’re gonna talk to him! You live in the same house!” Opening one eye, he gave a toothy grin before sighing and rolling over onto his stomach dramatically, “Ah, and what an unfortunate circumstance that is!” Crunch crunch. So she was going to walk away and pout this time, huh? “You know, I’m surprised you’re not offering your house to me,” Sonic chided, holding himself up with his elbows, “The old Amy would have jumped at the opportunity to share a room with me.” “Not true,” She placed the daisy behind her ear, already tired of holding it, “Even back then, I would have had you sleep on the couch. I was infatuated with you, but not your wet fur smell.” “It’s gritty! It’s natural! If anything, you’re weird for smelling like strawberries all the time!”

“You really don’t like strawberries, do you?”

“I ate one that was a slug motel when I was a kid,” An involuntary shiver caused him to jostle and assume a sitting position, “Been grossed out by them ever since.”

She turned suddenly on her heel, nearly slipping as the wet dirt shifted with her, “And you didn’t think to tell me?!?”

“You obviously like them, so no, I wasn’t gonna.”

“But that’s just terrible! I was here enjoying myself, thinking I smell great, and now you’re telling me I reminded you of when you ate slugs by accident as a kid! Why wouldn’t you just tell me to my face that I was gross!”

“Because you aren’t gross,” He corrected, “Strawberries are gross.”

She walked over to him and crouched down on the balls of her toes, wincing as she tried her hardest not to get her dress covered in dirt. Before she could think too hard about it, though, Sonic had sat her down by the trunk of a tree, disorienting her as she felt her back hit the tree with a sudden thud.

“You know, if I had known you were so clumsy, I wouldn’t have had your face printed on my bedroom rug.”

“Oh really?”

“...Okay, maybe I would have. What’s this about me not being gross then?”

“Every hero needs an admiring fan… I’ve got a natural charisma, so you chasing me around was never off-putting. The sudden back-breaking hugs were, yeah, but I never minded seeing you.”

“I’d mind seeing me! I was so insecure that you had forgotten me, after I got a makeover and everything…” She pursed her lips, flattening down her quills which had been unruly from the humid summer air.

“Forget you? Pssh, nah!” Subtly, he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer so she was leaning on his chest, “I was a bit confused since I didn’t recognize you with the new look, but no one could ever forget a voice like yours going ‘SONIC!’”

“Sonic!”

He started laughing as she pulled away from him, the loud, raucous sounds dying down into snide chuckles as her peachy-pale muzzle glowed pink like the rest of her.

“You’re the worst person ever! You don’t deserve to be called a hero! Jerk! Creep!”

She began to punch him lightly on his head, his ears folding down as he quickly started to laugh again. A light huff signified the pink hedgehog was done with her onslaught of blows, and so she assumed her position next to him as she had, her arms crossed as she readjusted the blue daisy that was inches from Sonic’s nose.

“Do you know what a blue daisy means, by the way?”

“I know blue flowers usually mean something impossible. I’m just grateful you didn’t pick a rose.”

“So you read up on flower language too? Great! Then I guess I don’t have to explain what it means.”

With that, he took the flower from her hair and began to fan out its petals with his fingers, gloved cotton scratching against the delicate daisy as Amy looked over with an apprehensive glance.

“... This isn’t your way of rejecting me, is it? I’d rather you just tell me directly if I’m causing an issue.”

“Nope,” Sonic kept his gaze forward, his fingers still fanning out the petals, “I’m guessing you haven’t read about blue daisies in any of the books you bought from the department store.”

“Sonic, I…” She sighs, “No, they don’t have a chapter on blue flowers in any commonly sold book.”

“Figured. Well, if you need to know what this means, it means good health and a long life! If you ever stopped following me, I’d think the worst had happened to you, Amy.”

Shock. She didn’t really know how to reply to that, so she didn’t.

“I’ve never known you to be insecure about your feelings. I can’t really say everything that’s really on my mind – I’m very critical of my thoughts and my surroundings – so I’m surprised you’d think I’m bothered by you being around me.”

She bit her lip and looked away from him, placing her hands in her lap as she let him keep talking.

“Amy, I’m a pretty spontaneous person. Tails has always been living alone just like me, so I’m not too worried if Eggman shows up at his house, since it’s my house. But you? You’re just a regular girl. You live in an apartment and you buy groceries, for crying out loud! Tails buys groceries, yeah, but he does it in a mech-turned-race-car. Even Rouge doesn’t entirely adjust to human life like you do.”

“So you’re just saying you pity me because I’m just a city girl? Is that it, Sonic?”

“Hey, don’t get snappy! I’m not finished!” He chided her, one hand held up to act as a barrier from her grit teeth.

“I’m saying you’re really strong despite being a city girl, Amy. I don’t wanna disrupt your life any more than I already have. Little Planet, I just thought you were an annoying groupie - I’ve dealt with my fair share of those… but maybe I was wrong about it.”

She looked up at him as he began to rise from the tree trunk’s roots, carefully placing the daisy behind her ear as she felt her cheeks heat up all over again.

“Look, I’m not the type of guy to be in a relationship now,” She could only see his back as he began to walk away from her, “But that doesn’t mean I’m entirely opposed to the idea.”

Before she could get up or even say anything, he was gone. It was like she had just walked herself to this field alone, the only real indication he had been there being the blue daisy behind her ear.

She groaned in frustration as she balled her fists and began to stomp her feet in the dirt.

“Sonic, I really, really don’t understand you!”

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Mission: Find Spector (4)

What’s the real mission, anyway?

Marc Spector x Avenger!Reader, Steven Grant x Avenger!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Avengers!Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x Avengers!Reader (platonic)

A/N: I am terribly sorry for the delay, been a bit occupied these past few days and didn’t want to rush this storyline. But here you guys are 💗

SUMMARY: Flying to Egypt for the mission. But wait what, or rather who, is the mission?

WARNINGS: A few mentions of past abuse, ptsd?, not proofread

WORD COUNT: 2.1 k

Promises were meant to be kept or broken. Of course, you kept your promise to Marc and Steven, because they obliged with your side of the deal.

So before heading out to Marc’s mission, you guys stayed at the HQ for two weeks, opting to get an idea and a brief on what you’re going to be dealing with in Cairo.

Marc explained that he has to stop a certain group from awakening a terrible Egyptian goddess.

Based on his descriptions, it sounds like a cult that worshipped a Snake goddess. Either way, it seemed to be a medium difficulty task, not too life threatening and seemed to be reasonable enough.

You and Marc got closer, throughout this stay. Both of you spent the nights lost in each other’s stories.

He was continuously sharing more about himself, even though you witnessed it in his head, previously. It was still different to hear him explain it, see him feel pain, experiencing it again. You’d tell him it's fine, he didn’t need to share anything. But, for Marc it was therapeutic.

It was such a breeze to talk to you. The fact that you were so willing to listen and comfort him. It’s just tha, he never had someone openly looking at him and appreciating every word that fell from his lips. You didn’t even have to do it, but you did anyway.

Also, it wasn’t a chore for you. It was honestly the most fun you’ve had in a while. Marc and Steven were an absolute gem; a blessing.

So, for the past few nights after training in the living room. You’d be a couple of drinks in, sharing stories, getting to know each other.

He would ask you about your past, so you told him.

“They just didn’t… you know, like me.” A big gulp of the drink followed your statement.

“Just because of your powers?” Marc’s eyes were softly looking up at you, as he was sprawled on the living room carpet.

“Well… because I was a freak.” You look back at him, you can't understand why he made you feel at ease. Like everything was clear and didn’t need to get hidden. Talking to him was easy.

He slightly cups your face, reassuring you that you were far from what you grew up believing. “Welcome to the freakery, I guess.” He comforted you with his touch.

Damn, why were those deep brown eyes looking at you, so sincere, sweet and loving. Was he trying to make you fall for him? Because, it was definitely working.

How could the mission turn into someone you wanted to remain as a part of you?

You get disturbed and brought back to the present when Bucky pats you on the shoulder as you grab a few snacks before the flight to Cairo. “You good, doll?”

You place the final protein bar into your backpack before turning around and nodding to your good old friend. “Yep. Where’s Marc?”

You and him begin walking out to the long hallway heading to the hangar. Being the father figure he is, he couldn’t help but say a few protective words. “Fueling the jet with Sam. Listen, you need help during the mission, don’t be afraid to-“

“Gee, James, I’ll be fine. Please, when have I ever needed help from the chip and dale?” You referred to Bucky and Sam as the two famous chipmunk characters, making him chuckle.

Yeah, you did know how to handle yourself. However, Bucky just wasn’t comfortable with anything bad happening to you. Call it a complex or some sort of nurturer within him, but you meant a lot to him.

“Just don’t do something stupid.” He looks down to you, wanting to gain some form of reassurance.

With a quick nod and glance, he was thankful for your response. At least, he has you to count on.

Eventually, the two of you reach the hangar and see the two men who were patiently waiting. “Done doing your hair?” Sam teases, you playfully punch his shoulder.

“Yes. How about you?” You toyed with the fact that Sam had barely any hair, making him raise an eyebrow and laugh at you.

You smile at Marc, who was happily looking at you, arms crossed.

“Alright, get the jet back with no scratches.” Sam notes as you open the side of the quinjet.

You guys were no longer taking your pretty jet because this was a mission that required, well— less luxury and more brawn.

“Roger that, captain.” You salute Sam as you and Marc get in through the back of the quinjet. Readying for lift off.

Bucky screams out one last time, “Marc! Or- Steven! Take care of her! Alright?”

“Will do, Sergeant Barnes!” Marc turns around and gives a salute to Bucky as the quinjet back door lifts to a close.

Marc sits in the co-pilot chair, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you were preparing the gears of the jet for take off. He stops midway from clicking his seatbelt because he could not get over your effortlessness.

To say he wasn’t developing a crush on you would be a lie. But, it would be foolish. Bucky and you could be a thing…

But gah! Why did you have to look so damn pretty while moving the jet onto the runway? Why did you have to look so damn pretty, doing… well anything?

“Marc, your seatbelt.” A quick glance to your right makes you remind him. He couldn’t help but feel flustered and immediately snapped his seat restraints into place.

The flight to Cairo was filled with short conversations. Though, not as deep as the past few nights, it was comforting.

After landing in Egypt, you and Marc travelled to the actual city of Cairo with a car rather than the quinjet because that would cause a lot of heads to turn.

So as nightfall slowly came, you and Marc finally reach the hotel. You both had to act casual, strolling through the lobby.

Marc decides to get you two rooms, so he reaches the front desk with you beside him . “Hi uh, we’d like two rooms, please.”

The man behind the desk types a bit on the system, “Ooh, I’m afraid we only have one room available.” He looks up two the two of you. “But that shouldn’t be a problem for a couple, right?” The cheekiness in his voice was apparent. None of you guys could even get mad because the way you two looked together was sort of suspicious.

With a quick look at each other, it was clear. Y’all looked like the typical mom and pop on vacation.

“Right, thank you.” Marc says, getting the key immediately from the man. You followed him to the elevator and impatiently tapped your foot.

As soon as the two of you reached the hotel room, it was a pretty and relatively spacious room. A king sized bed sat across the small TV while the bathroom and closet were the first thing you see.

“Excuse me.” You plop your bags down, taking out some clothes to change into while rushing to the bathroom. The flight has made your bladder quite weak. So there you go, needy to pee your whole soul out.

Marc just laughs at your reaction and fixes both of your bags properly onto the tabletop and into the closet space.

“Sorry Marc!” You shout while on the toilet through the door.

“Don’t worry!” He shouts back, heading towards the balcony where a pretty view of Cairo and the pyramids were presented.

Such a pretty sight, under terrible circumstances. He’s actually quite happy you agreed to be here with him, like you were some comfort he’ll have through this damn mission.

Upon hearing the clicking of the bathroom door open, he turns around to see you and flashes a bright smile. “Well at least the bed is nice.”

You were now in your pajamas, a nice cream silk set. Your hair was relaxed on your shoulders. Marc really felt like you were his girlfriend right then and there with the amount of comfort you showed around him.

But hey, you’re just like that, he supposes.

“Yep, we don’t have to squeeze on it.” He adds on, making your cheeks blush a bit at the thought.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with squeezing.” A bit flirtatious on your part but hey, you were tired. Right? It can’t be just your emotions seeping through.

I mean after bonding with Marc and Steven, it's been an interesting experience. Forming proper support for him as he does the same for you. Well, that and his absolutely gorgeous face.

He was taken aback by your words, he wasn’t sure if you were making a move or… just being you. He’s witnessed the way you looked at Bucky, the way you talked to him. It looked like you and him had more of a romantic relationship rather than a friendly one.

“Well, y-yeah.” Was all he said. Awkward and confusing. Classic. Nice move, Marc.

It was honestly cute, the way he got tongue tied like that. Like a little schoolboy. A giggle escapes your lips before you plopped down on the bed with your arms spread across. Happy to feel a soft, fluffy mattress beneath you.

Marc couldn’t help but watch you, enamored. If heart eyes could physically come out of his eye sockets, they would.

That’s the best you got?

Steven speaks within their thoughts, making Marc stiffen up. Steven has been watching it all unfold and it was actually quite disastrous. But, he can’t blame Marc. It was hard not to fall for you.

I know you like her mate, I do too.

“Shush, not now.” He whispers, praying to god you didn’t hear. Thankfully, your eyes were shut, peaceful and calm. Actually, it looked like you were falling asleep.

Gosh she’s such a sweet creature.

There was no helping Steven’s voice, so he rushfully goes into the bathroom in order to have a proper conversation; without the risk of waking you up.

“Sergeant Barnes and her could be a thing, Steven.” Marc wipes his face off, staring into Steven’s reflection in the mirror.

You don’t know that. He responds, crossing his arms.

“Neither do you.” Marc shakes his head, resting the palms of his hand by the sink.

It took the boys awhile to understand that something is going on between you and Bucky. I mean, you’re always together in the morning. Making smoothies and breakfast.

He even caught you playfully throwing pancake batter at one another, like teenagers in love.

But she’s nice to us. Sweet to us. Makes us feel like we matter.

“Steven, it doesn’t mean she likes us.”

It could.

“She was with him before the flight here.”

They could’ve been JUST talking.

Marc raises an eyebrow to his reflection, making it clear that the thought of ‘talking’ is not what he meant. “Steven- just- let’s focus on the mission.” Turning around, he exits the bathroom.

When he walks back to the room, he spots you again. Except, you were already properly asleep on the bed— just like a little burrito between the sheets.

What exactly is the mission mate?

Steven was in awe, and so was Marc. It was the way your soft eyes and content lips were such a damn distraction. Why’d the hotel only have one suite? This is going to be hard.

“Khonshu is the mission.” Marc moves to the opposite side of the bed, slowly distributing his weight carefully so he doesn’t wake you up.

But, what’s OUR mission?

Marc rests his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Memories of your sweet motivating words filled his mind.

“I love your aura, it's admirable.” Your words were slurred from the liquor as you chomped on the marshmallow while Marc laughed at your comment.

“Well, it is earned.” He drinks his glass of wine, gently sloshing it around.

“Either way, you’re amazing.” You fell on the back of the couch, placing your whole weight.

He pauses at your words, looking at you with shocked yet soft eyes. “Even the broken parts?” The way his voice changed tone made your heart break, you lifted your head and immediately cupped his face.

Your fingers slowly massaged his cheeks, “Especially the broken parts.”

He snaps back to reality. Slightly turning his head to face you, who was adorably snoring the softest snore he’s ever heard. Seeing a bit of the blanket uneven, he reaches over to fix it. Gently, he pulls it back up, properly over you.

An uncontrollable small smile comes out from his lips, “We’re just gonna have to find out what the mission truly is for us.” With that, Marc leans back into his side of the bed, ready to fall asleep before your big day tomorrow.

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tojivu · 5 months

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# BANDAIDS ‣ MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

✰ — author’s note he’s so Ughh. for @riaki because we were talking abt megumi’s fine ass animation last night and i couldn’t stop thinking ab it

✰ — cw / tags sfw. f!reader. friends with tension to lovers. you’re megumi’s senior. he gets injured. sorry if it’s ooc + not proofread hahahahahsh when is it ever

✰ — playing love. feat. zacari. by kendrick lamar.

the kyoto students are surprisingly good at playing baseball. so good, in fact, that the blue-black haired boy on the field couldn’t even catch the ball.

no, he did catch it. just not with his hands, like most people would do.

it took roughly 0.5 seconds for yuji to start screaming as megumi stumbled back on his feet, falling to the sandy dirt floor. it took another second for nobara’s roaring laughter to erupt, and a few more seconds for megumi to really register the pain.

you were on the bench, enjoying a popsicle with maki — conversing about how loud your little juniors were, that is, until one of said juniors fell to the floor and was groaning in pain.

your white haired teacher rushes over, gasping dramatically about the bruise forming on megumi’s forehead. “oh no, fushiguro! this is bad!”

the poor look on his face was enough for nobara to continue ridiculing megumi. the truth was that the bruise wasn’t all that terrible — it was purple, yes, but you were confident an ice pack would make it subside in a few days. surely not as ‘bad’ as your irritating teacher made it seem.

nevertheless, you and maki snicker at how a panicked expression paints his face. she points out how yuji struggles to pull him up — and you laugh at that, too — until your beloved mr. gojo points a finger at you.

“[name]!”

maki is surprised. you’re startled at his sudden increase in volume. you turn your head slowly, hoping he wouldn’t yell at you for laughing at your poor junior.

a bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and to your temple. you’re not sure if it’s from your nerves or the blistering heat.

“yes, me?”

“bring fushiguro to the infirmary.”

you exchange a worried look with maki. you know she knows, because she knows about megumi fushiguro: of course, not from her own experience — from you.

you look back at your teacher, who seems to know as well. you think he must be playing some kind of cruel joke on you, because he has the most condescending smile on his face.

although, can you really blame gojo? he’s caught megumi fiddling with his hands behind his back while talking to you in the hallways. he’s seen the way his ears turn into various shades of peach whenever he watches you spar with maki.

it’s so obvious, it seems, to everyone but you — even yaga has seen the way megumi sits by the field with nobara, watching you with absolute adoration.

as nobara goes on and on about how cool and respectable maki is, megumi nods absentmindedly because he focuses instead on how you could look so pretty — even when hair sticks to your forehead from how hard you train — and how quick and skilled you are against maki.

in those moments, he can’t tell if the way his eyes lock on you is out of admiration for your fighting skills — or if it’s the way the sun hits you just right so that you glow.

megumi likes to think it’s the fighting, but he can barely recall the moves you perform: only remembering the parts where the sunlight shines directly on your face. it’s when he has the clearest view of your eyes and smile.

“hello, [name]?” gojo waves. “poor little megumi’s gonna lose his face if you don’t bring him to the nurse fast.”

it’s definitely a cruel joke, because when you get up from the bench under the shade — gojo skips back to the game and you swear you hear a giggle or two.

it wasn’t like it was unrequited. maki has seen you take the longer route to class, just so you could pass by the vending machine where yuji and him usually hang out. you always act like you don’t see him until you’re close, greeting with a “morning, megumi” — and maki knows the smile you give him isn’t just a friendly gesture.

he would later retell the incident to nobara, who swears on her life that you’re into him — yuji only agrees because he’s never seen you smile at anyone else with that same demeanour.

fushiguro would tell himself he’s just crazy and that his friends are just twisting your actions. he would tell them that you’re just a nice person (though not enough to walk an extra 50 meters to class to say good morning to everyone on campus), and that you probably do that for most people — yuji only proves him wrong by asking everybody on campus about your little routine, and it seemed megumi fushiguro was the sole victor.

still, he finds himself blushing when yuji encourages him to make a move — saying how he was definitely your type. “yeah, as if,” nobara would snicker, “but you should just ask her out anyway.”

he wonders if he’ll finally be able to do something, because you’d finally be separated from maki zenin and his two friends wouldn’t be behind him giggling like little children.

you, too, wonder if you’ll be able to say anything other than a small ‘morning’ — or have a conversation not related to the jujutsu world, though they were just excuses for megumi to hear your voice for minutes at a time: plus, he often learns a thing or two from the experiences you recount to him.

“does it hurt, ‘gumi?”

the way you say his name is endearing.

“yeah, a lot.”

he’s a liar. it doesn’t hurt at all — he’s experienced much worse than this. a little bruise wasn’t going to make him cry: but he can’t help himself with how softly you talk to him.

“then i guess we should hurry,” you say. your hand grabs his wrist and you quicken your pace, not jogging: you don’t want to let go just yet. “before it swells even more.”

“mm.”

megumi hopes you can’t feel his pulse beating from his wrist. it’s booming in his ears, so he prays that you’re not able to feel it as your grip firms.

—

“how bad is it?”

he’s on the bed as you shuffle around the room to find where this school keeps the damn ice packs — you try to look for a cooler of some sort, but it seems impossible with the fact that the nurse or whoever was in charge seemed to be on an off-day.

“it’s pretty bad.” megumi answers, and you chuckle. you knew it wasn’t pretty bad. it was a baseball, and he should be thankful that it wasn’t mechamaru’s pitching machine that did him in. “it hurts a lot.”

you sigh, giving up your search for the long lost ice packs. you sit yourself on the edge of the bed — it’s hard, and the sheets are almost like paper.

“where does it hurt?”

megumi points to his forehead. you want to burst out laughing because he isn’t even pointing at his bruise. his finger lands right in the middle of his eyebrows.

“oh, i see.” you giggle, and he’s confused. he doesn’t even consider whether he might be exposing himself. “here?”

your index finger presses in the center of his thin eyebrows.

“ow.” megumi winces in pain, and you can’t help but giggle again. thank god he didn’t do theatre: he continues his little act until your finger pulls away from his forehead.

“so sorry.” you say sarcastically, but not enough for him to really tell. “would this make you feel better?”

it’s in this moment where time slows down for him, because he realises just how close you really are. he notices how your eyes have a little bit of a natural sparkle to them, and the way you bat your eyelashes at him simply sends him into overdrive.

he doesn’t know what you’re about to do.

“what do you mean?” megumi asks, but he gets exactly what you mean a second later when you press your lips to his forehead — it’s a gentle kiss, so gentle he forgets to act like it hurts.

“does it hurt now?” you inquire, but you don’t actually need him to answer due to his terrible acting. “it seems better.”

“i-it’s better, yeah.” he answers. “but it hurts here, too.”

you smile when he points at his cheek. you think you must be spoiling him a little too much as you plant another kiss on his right cheek — you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him, anyhow.

megumi realises yuji and nobara were right. he knows he’ll have to buy them lunch as soon as his bruise heals.

“all better?”

“no.” he shakes his head. “here, too.”

his expression is priceless. his pale skin is now blushed a peachy colour; his eyes are gentle, with that same adoring look whenever he watches you train. you think you’ve been blessed by angels.

your heart races even faster when his finger points at his bottom lip. they’re perfectly fine, but you play along. “oh, yeah. i see a really bad cut.”

“mhm.” megumi nods. “needs a bandaid, i think.”

you put on a fake pout. “i don’t have any, though.”

“yeah, but i think you do.” his breath is shaky. your face is only a few inches away — every fibre in megumi’s being is aching to be close to yours, but his self control is only so limited. your eyes drink in the sight: fushiguro is desperate, needing, right in front of you.

it takes only a second for him to throw all of it away — there wasn’t much to begin with, anyway, due to the fact that it was you he was in front of.

he leans into you, his thumb resting on your cheek and his palm on your jaw — you melt so fast into his touch that you think it’s pathetic.

it’s warm, passionate. it sends electricity through your veins; it courses through your entire system before it hits your heart and makes it skip a beat.

it lasts a few seconds.

when megumi pulls away, he’s breathless: you’re the same, not believing that megumi fushiguro made the first move on you (and also not believing that your junior is such a good kisser). if anything, you thought maki would be the one to push you to do it.

yet, here he is — red cheeks and swollen temple.

“people would usually use actual bandaids.” you whisper, too shy to look him in the eye.

“it works the same.” he says. “and even better, too.”

you poke at his real bruise, and he sucks air through his teeth from the pain. it’s only then that he realises you’ve caught him in his lie — he doesn’t really care now, because at least it worked: though not in the way he wanted it to.

“now it really does hurt, [name].”

you roll your eyes at him. “what do you want me to do, then?”

megumi smiles at you, and he knows you know what he wants — though he prefers if you didn’t kiss his actual bruise.

“i’m suddenly all out of bandaids.”

megumi groans. “just come here. it’s your fault it hurts so bad now.”

you’d be in the infirmary for the rest of the game, it seemed; you think you might have to buy maki her favourite snack as an apology for subbing in.

261123 — good evening

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missinghan · 2 years

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you came into my life (just like another season) ⤖ han jisung

❖ genre : fluff; angst; hurt/comfort

❖ word count : 4,4k.

❖ warning : swearing, mentions of death, killing, implied suicide.

❖ summary : one scarf. two hearts. three confessions. four seasons. or alternatively, jisung will love you throughout every season until you learn to love yourself.

❖ author’s note : i’m busy preparing for finals but here’s a small piece for the new year so no one forgets me...i hope y’all didn’t, at least not yet. anywho, take this as my token of gratitude for 2021, i appreciate you all so much ♡

i. winter —

The school bell chimes. Five minutes later, you’re pushing yourself through the hall to get to the student council’s office. Plenty of ‘see you’ are echoing back and forth, some in your direction so you struggle as hard as you can to reply.

Chaos settles once the school empties out. Someone catches your eyes, then. A boy with a red scarf around his neck.

“Yo, Jisung,” you inquire with a slight jerk of your body because you can’t physically wave with the bulky box in your arms. It’s full of papers about upcoming Christmas events—you’re not dropping any of that.

Jisung waves back and you’re half-expecting a cheeky smile from him—there’s none. Something restrains you from frowning. He just woke up so the fever might still be there, you don’t want to push him. His hair is a disbelieved mess, his blazer crooked on his shoulders. His face is redder than usual, too; it’s more noticeable with that red scarf.

“Thanks for bringing me to the nurse’s office...and eating lunch with me.“ Jisung scratches his nape as if your existence alone causes him distress. “Do you uh- President, do you remember what I told you in there?”

“You don’t need to call me that,” you sigh, not certain what kind of face you should be making. “And I do remember. I mean...I can’t say that I’m not flattered to hear that as your friend—“

The rest of your own sentence fades into the background and whatever remains is ‘friend’. You just let it slip out unconsciously, without knowing. It doesn’t taste wrong on the tip of your tongue. Yet you’re becoming as flustered as when he said it in the nurse’s office.

You’re not one of those people who usually stand awkwardly by a corner during breaks, watching students trail in and out of class with their group of friends. It’s actually the contrary; there are hordes of students crowding your personal bubble most of the time. A favor, a request, a complaint—the list goes on. You do know people, you just don’t associate yourself with them.

Hence, you’ve never experienced any domestic things that a group of friends would do, let alone being told that.

“I didn’t mean it as a friend,” Jisung interrupts your thoughts.

“...Huh?”

He freezes for a moment, breath hitching as if trying to collect himself. His dark bangs fall over his eyes when his gaze traces the floor. “Of course, I like you as a friend. But what I was trying to say is that I’m in love with you,” he exhales. “In a romantic sense.”

You blink. “For real?” Even you feel offended by your own response. For real? Is that all you can say? What the hell?

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I’m sorry, Jisung. I just don’t feel the same.” You put on the mask of nonchalance that’s used to deal with people. Usually, it feels all too natural but somehow, guilt is nipping at your throat.

Jisung breathes out. Then he shudders like something has just iced his spine. His shoulders quiver and his hands spasm. He lifts his head to face you with eyes that are bright with tears and a smile worthy of its own sun.

“Well, I can’t accept that.”

Winter has gotten colder than last year. You find yourself staring across the street at night, looking at Jisung’s window. No yearly obnoxious holiday decorations, no light, no family dinner invitations. Nothing.

Right before the stars leave the skies, you catch yourself not falling asleep at all.

You might not meet him again.

ii. spring —

“I’m in love with you.”

“Jisung, we’ve talked about this already.”

Never mind that. Han Jisung is way too persistent. Or terribly stubborn. Either way, you’re a bit concerned about him.

There comes Jisung around the corner, again. The same exact spot from one month ago with the same confession, bed head uncombed and a red scarf around his neck. This time around though, he pouts, “I already told you. I can’t accept that!”

A stiff finger rests on your temple. “You’re making this dif- I mean, it’s not like I can help it.”

His features soften as he notices how you rephrased yourself midway—you can’t bring yourself to hurt him no matter how nonchalant you appear to be. “And I can’t help being in love with you, even if it makes things difficult.”

“Hey,” you deadpan. “I’m trying not to hurt your feelings here.”

Jisung takes a step toward you. “Why are you so hell-bent on the fact that someone is in love with you?” He looks tired, you notice. Face too wan, cheeks too gaunt. Still a smile worthy of its own sun. You almost find yourself squinting.

“It’s-well.” You halt, pressing a hand against your forehead. This shouldn’t go on any longer. You won’t let him. It shouldn’t have happened to begin with. “Do you wanna go and sit somewhere?”

You lead him to the school’s backyard where there’s a cage of bunnies. A trail of footprints leads up to the metal gate and then stops. There’s a warm outline left behind as if someone has sat in place and stared at the furry bunch for hours.

“Sit, sit,” you clear your throat. “Please.”

Dumbly, Jisung sits on the second step of the porch with you. The two of you fit yourselves into the outline, shoulders pressing against each other. He’s cold, you notice again.

Winter has been frost-locked. Leaves, blades, and sheaths of tender green come forth, dripping with the soaking rain and cooling breeze. Yet it shouldn’t be cool enough for him to catch a cold.

“So?” A soft laugh. “Your answer?”

You clasp your fingers together tightly when your back straightens. Then, you lower your head to your hands, exhaling, “That’s a loaded question. Can’t we do small talk first?”

Jisung stares at you, his chest numb and his breaths oddly inaudible. Here you are, the one he loved, loves, and will love always. Sitting under the soft sun like you’re both going on a fucking picnic, all nonchalance, and unbothered looseness. Something about this indignity makes him sick.

He’s missed you.

“We can’t,” he says, voice too loud for his own ears. His brain barely registers a hand reaching out until his fingers touch yours, pulling them away from your face.

You startle away like it’s an instinct, eyes wide. “Right, right. Sorry, I’ll just-“ A sharp inhale. “It’s...I think- I still can’t believe it.”

“Come again?” He tilts his head, confused.

Your lips move stutteringly, a chuckle creeping up your throat without any real humor. “About the fact that you said you’re in love with me. Come on now, really? As if anyone could fall for me.”

“Wow, that’s cruel.” Jisung narrows his eyes at you, features distorted with faint anger. Rather than unconvinced, he looks more...insulted as though you have rejected his existence altogether. Before you can blurt out another apology, he continues, “...you hate yourself a lot more than I thought you did. That’s a bit of a shock if I’m being honest.”

He knows that you never apologize wholeheartedly anyway.

You look at him then, simply staring. His voice reverberates all around the walls that confine the tangled mess called your mind. Something seeps in deeper, sparks, flickers, and burns. Fury, Jisung can see it clearly.

You are absolutely furious with him, in a way that you know he’s right and that he didn’t need to state the fucking obvious aloud. “This is so stupid. What do you even like about me?” You turn away, not being able to bear your own reflection in his glassy eyes.

Jisung inhales but you interrupt him.

“One after another...you’re all just the same. People are always flattering me with all sorts of different words. I never know who they’re speaking to, really, because I’m not like that at all. Even though they don’t see me as anything more than the title ‘student’s council president’, they just naturally convince themselves that I’m a good person.”

Jisung can’t help but recoil. Yeah, he’s heard worse, seen worse, done worse, but this is you. The one that he loved, loves, and will love always.

“Making things up about me. Approaching me as you please. Becoming disappointed in me. And then leaving me all alone like I’m a fucking joke.” You face him with a smile—it feels stiff on your face. “You’re just like that too, aren’t you, Han Jisung?”

Silence falls again and for a while, you both sit unmovingly. You catch a glimpse of yourself in his gaze—what you’re afraid of the most is right there. I’m...really hideous.

“Fine, you gave me no choice,” he deadpans, the single word hitting against your eardrums.

A resounding ‘thud’ and your head thrashes against cement. You gasp, the ache throbbing, “What are you—!”

Jisung grips at your collar with fire dust swirling in his eyes as his knuckles turn into an exasperating shade of white. He slams you against the wall again. It hurts. He closes in on you, “You want to know so badly?”

Rather than a wince, a confused noise leaves your lips.

“Truth is, I have always hated you.”

You don’t know what kind of face you’re making anymore.

“Surprised? You should have known,” he jerks the grip and yanks you toward him. “We’ve been with each other since we were kids. Who do you take me for? A fool?”

“That’s not-“

“True? Then tell me, why can’t I get close to you for the past ten fucking years?” Jisung gropes the uniform even more tightly, not giving in no matter how much you’re struggling and kicking him.

“You use people’s fake kindness to your advantage. You look down on others. You’re unbelievably arrogant. Yet you have no regard for yourself whatsoever. Can’t you see, you have a really nasty personality! The only reason why nobody ever cares about you for who you are is that you have never tried to see people for who they are, idiot!!”

For the first time in over a decade, you falter. “Shut up.”

“No, I’m not finished-“

“Shut the fuck up and let me go.”

“I can’t.”

You scream, the sound strangled in your throat, “Why?!”

“Y/N, you might not realize this but you’ve always seemed so fragile. I...I’m afraid if I let you go, you’ll shatter forever and I won’t be able to see you again.

The time you wordlessly hold each other’s gaze is only a second or two but it feels like minutes. Hours. A whole goddamn lifetime playing behind your mind where you’re too powerless to do anything but gawk, reeling in shock.

Fuck, you want to let the hurtful sound slip.

“I can’t believe you just said something so corny with a straight face.” You shove his shoulders yet he stays unmoving.

Jisung missed this, so much that he nearly cries when he finally gets to touch you. Yet he chalks it up because the sensation of your trembling form is so overwhelming, so real and raw. He hasn’t truly felt someone else’s touch in—in—

“You know, you’re making a really pathetic face right now,” he breaks into a smile. With a pull, you collapse completely into his arms. It’s an awkward hug, with your arms hanging on the sides and your knees knocking against his.

You take back a choke. “You—you.”

What’s wrong with you? You can’t even speak.

Suddenly, a small sniffle broadcasts itself right into your ear. “I’m not crying, just so you know, I’m fine,” Jisung draws a shaky breath.

“You should have just said it if you wanted a hug.”

Another sniffle. “Are you sure it’s not you who wanted a hug?”

“Right,” you breathe a warm chuckle into his neck. “So what if I wanted a hug?”

“I’d say, tough luck,” he says and immediately contradicts himself by embracing you closer to his heart.

iii. summer —

The heat makes you want to scream.

You want to scream and sprint to the sea, flinging off your shoes without care because you realistically can’t do that to your responsibilities. You want to run towards the heaving waves and jump with each tiny trickle with the excitement of a five-year-old.

Instead, there’s something else that makes you jump.

“I’m in love with you.”

The sight of him alone pains you. “Go away.”

Jisung shows up again, this time at the student’s council office, where hardly anyone comes and leaves beside you during summer, by the way. With the same winter uniform, his stupid red scarf, and a smile worthy of its own sun. He closes the door briskly. “You know I can’t accept that.”

“Get out. Now.”

“Sorry, no can do,” he decides cheerfully and takes a seat without asking for your permission.

You snap, “Get out of my fucking sight!!!”

“My my, the president is cursing and acting indecently.”

The binder in your hand zooms across the room. It aims for the target—Han Jisung’s pretty visage—and is ready to land on the mark to earn a satisfying scream from the victim.

“Ack—!!!” He dodges it by a strand of hair, however, every color possible drained from his face. “G-God. That was- that was close.”

“I told you to leave,” you sigh, still irritated but somehow not able to bring out the anger anymore. “By the way, aren’t you hot wearing that?”

“I can’t really get rid of them even if I want to,” he replies carefully, tugs his nose under the red fabric of his scarf, and bends down to pick up the poor binder. His expression falls crooked when he sees to it—the spine is warped and broken—that could have been his nose.

So in real Han Jisung’s fashion, he blurts aloud without any care for his life, “You know, you’re plenty scary, Y/N.”

You’ve already walked over to where he is by the time he realizes what he’s got himself into. “Do you want a beating or something?”

“But you’re also really kind,” he asserts with a cough, handing you the binder obediently while tracing random shapes on the tiled floor.

It sets off a weird switch inside you but you’re not sure how sturdy his skull is. “Jisung, I’m just faking it. I’m the student’s council president, that’s what I’m supposed to do.”

Jisung hugs his legs and lifts his head; soft black locks, gentle eyes, chubby cheeks—it’s been a while that you’ve noticed anything other than his pale complexion or the blood-red scarf.

“That’s not it. I really cherish every moment I get to spend with you. The way you listen to whatever I have to say, the way you rearrange your schedule so we can eat together when I’m sick in the nurse’s office. The way you laugh at my awful jokes, the way you worry about me not just because my mom told you to, the way you treat my parents like they’re your own. Even the way you get angry at me or on my behalf.”

“I like the way you take care of me like you mean it. That’s why I’m in love with you. You have no idea how happy I am just to be with you like this. I want us to be family. I won’t tolerate the idea of you being someone else’s.”

You make a sound that’s similar to a cough because the impact of his words simply knocks you breathless. “Didn’t you tell me that you hated me?”

Jisung is trying not to laugh. You can hear it in his voice. “Sorry, that was a lie,” he grins ear to ear. “Did you let my words get to you? Is that why you’re crying?”

Of course, he doesn’t hate you. He’s too dizzy with adoration and stricken with boundless love to hate you.

Something flutters in your chest strangely. “Don’t look, damn it.”

Embarrassed, you attempt to shove him to the floor but he catches your foot right on time. “I love you, okay? I will love you always.”

Your eyes are hot and leaking liquid, just like he said. “Just...fuck you.”

“That’s fair.”

You jerk your leg hard this time, almost bashing it against his head. “Fuck you.”

“Okay, okay.” Jisung lets go, slightly petrified but even the mortification can’t make him avert his gaze.

“I said, don’t look.”

Something cool grabs your hand—it’s wet with tears but he doesn’t mind. Instead, Jisung presses his lips against your palm, lets it cradle his coldness, and breathes in the tenderness.

“Dumbass, you’re just crying,” he tells you quietly. “I don’t care what your tears look like.”

iv. fall —

The time you fear most has arrived; fall is here.

Meaning, a new school year is bound to begin. Meaning, adults can continue to test you and prove that you’re nothing less than a complete fool. Meaning, students may step into your personal bubble as they please, whisking you around until you give them what they want.

Yet people gush over the colors of the dying leaves, how crisp they are as one foot after another trampled over them, how perfect the weather is for reading poems. Meanwhile, your soul becomes so small and shrivels up inside, rattles around, only taking a cowardly peak when responsibilities come waving.

Due to that fact, you have soon concluded that you cannot survive another ten months of sheer torture alone.

So where the hell is the student council when you need them?

You’ve been looking for them all day—during lunch, in the backyard, on the balcony, in the members’ respective classrooms—and your efforts are to no avail. Suspicious. Weirdly suspicious. Of all places, where can they—

Oh.

Therefore as you realize how dense you are, you rush to the council’s office. Your hand shoves the door open.

To your dismay, darkness pitches from the room. There isn’t much that surprises you anymore when it comes to any of their pranks. Which is why when you glimpse the first flicker of someone, your heart doesn’t jolt once. It continues to beat steadily as light floods the room, a few figures pop up, and confetti blows up in your face.

“Everyone, on my count.” Minho gestures with his index finger. “Three, two, one…!”

“PRESIDENT, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

Your eardrums explode as a scowl traces your lips, “What the heck? It’s not my birthday.”

“You’re right. It’s not,” Jeongin takes back a cough and holds up a cake with two hands.

Felix offers you a thumbs up. “We decided to use that phrase because it’s concise and convenient.”

“Uh...okay?” You blink, leaving the topic there or you might never hear the end of it, averting your attention to Minho. “And what are you doing here? You graduated months ago.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t come back for free food,” he smiles meekly.

“I expect nothing less from you.” A dismissive wave; the shock still has yet to settle in. “So what’s the fuss?”

“Since this year is your last, we wanted to do something nice for you! As your fellow members and underlings, we could see your effort the most clearly all this time. Thank you for your hard work, we mean it. Truly.” A cheerful Lia creeps up from behind and throws her entire weight over your shoulder. “Felix baked the cake, by the way.” You’re going to crash, you’re going to crash—

Yeji comes to the rescue, peeling Lia’s hands away from you before tilting her head curiously. “Whose idea was it again? I can’t recall it.”

“Not me,” everybody else choruses.

Ryujin whips out her phone and starts scrolling. “I’m sure there was a message in our group chat, no? There’s nothing? It literally was just here yesterday.”

“Can we just ignore it? You’re making things creepy,” Chaeryeong frowns, rubbing her arms unconsciously.

“Maybe a ghost texted us?” Hyunjin says and gets pulled into an instant headlock because Seungmin isn’t tolerating any of that paranormal shit. “Let—go—what is—wrong with you!! You’re supposed to be the vice president!”

“Keep it up and I’ll bust your head open,” Seungmin deadpans, an ugly shadow looming over his face. Nothing should interfere with his beauty sleep.

“Seriously, you’re ten thousand times scarier than the ghost itself!!!”

Minh rolls his eyes—this is power abuse, he thinks to himself. Your mouth twitches, exhaustion mixing with amusement. You lift a slow hand, curl your fingers, and jab it straight into the side of his stomach. Your friend chokes at the impact, stumbling back a few steps as the room winces in empathy.

“What—“ he wheezes, “—the fuck?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you grin and twist your hand. “Just making sure that I’m not dreaming.”

“That’s not how it works!!”

You ignore his cowering form on the floor. “A ghost, you say?” Something clicks.

Oh, you’re kidding, you think stutteringly, You’re kidding me.

“Uh, Prez?” Felix waves a hand in front of your face. “Cake? Let’s eat?”

You snap out of it and back away, starting for the door. “Stay here. I’ll be right back!!”

“Wait! Cake?!” The poor freckled boy yells after you.

“Right, cake! Thanks for the cake! I’ll be right back, I promise!! Don't eat the entire thing, you hear me?!”

Something chokes up inside you as you run. You’re not entirely sure where you’re heading to despite being able to see everything and knowing every corner of the school like the back of your hand.

“Looking for me?”

“Jisung?” You stop, letting out labored breaths.

“I’m here, Y/N.”

“What?”

“Up here, silly.”

Your gaze snaps upward as a sound rustles above the tree. Jisung mouths a small ‘careful’ before stomping on the branch to jump off, his red scarf flying back as he does so. As you’re about to ask what business he has with a tree, Jisung puts a kitten on the ground, waving it off. A smile worthy of its own sun and the winter uniform—he never changes.

“Yo, Jisung,” you say, an echo of an old greeting, heart pounding rapidly.

His hands slide into his pockets. “Missed me?”

“Sure did,” you humor him for a second there but clear your throat right after. “Did you do that? The surprise party?”

“Take a guess?” He tilts his head, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You hold up a fist. “Take a punch then.”

“Does it really matter, though?” Jisung drags his words, clasps his hands to the back of his head, eyes returning to the blue sky. The sunlight warms him up a little, dusting some colors back on his cheeks.

For a moment long, only the autumn leaves rattle against each other quietly. “Does it not?” You blink, your brain slowly rebooting backward.

He, too, blinks and lets an obnoxious chuckle leave his lips as if he finally understands the punchline to the joke that is your life. “Of course not,” he confirms. “They did it for you. They did it because they love you, because they cherish you as a friend, because you are important to them. Isn’t that enough of a reason?”

Warmth recoils in your chest, pricks your eyes, and forces a calm exhale from your lungs.

Well, you indeed are an absolute idiot. You’re not alone, you don’t have to be so alone, you shouldn’t conclude that you are alone. That will mean neglecting those who truly care for you because they know you’re not all that difficult to love. They can share your burdens, accept your flaws so you may do the same.

Who cares about the ones who left? You have no need for them anymore. Even if the ones by your side now may abandon you someday, you think you won’t be half as miserable because no matter what, you’ll always carry the love they used to harbor for you.

It’s okay to grieve, to be angry, to be hurtful sometimes. You know that you’ll be just fine because those who wish to stay, will stay.

“You should come back to them, you know.”

There's a hand on your shoulder, tentative. You simply stand there and draw in a shaky breath, feeling the fingers slide higher until it brushes across your cheekbone. You catch his hand and hold onto it tightly.

Jisung startles, almost stumbling away but you’re already dragging him along. He can do nothing except let his feet bring him to follow you. The steps are steady, slow; one, two, three. One, two, three. He stops counting in his head when you give his hand a squeeze.

“You should come, too,” a cheerful decision. “Felix baked a cake. You like cakes, don’t you?”

A scoff, “That’s a very obvious fact. You’ve insulted me.”

Your chest heaves with genuine chuckles. “What else do you like then?”

“Well, I also like giraffes,” he admits.

That’s so random. You try not to laugh again. “Do you want to go see one?”

“I don’t really like crowded places,” he starts mumbling under his breath—his throat is tight like he has this sudden urge to cry.

“Fine by me. What else?”

“Let’s see…music?”

You purse your lips. “I was going to say I could take you to a concert but you don’t like crowded places.”

Jisung clings onto your hand with more force—a helpless gesture. “I like video games, too.”

“Oh, that’s easy. Just this once, I’ll stay up late to play with you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes, it’s a promise,” you sigh like you’re completely done with him.

Jisung asserts hurriedly, “What do you like? I want to know what you like-well, I should know what you like but still-“

“Me? I like you, Han Jisung.”

He flinches at how easy you make it sound. “For real?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” you say, voice gentle and light as you turn around. “So what’s with the long face?”

“That’s my line,” Jisung tries to laugh but his features stay crumpled, stricken with agony. “You’re thinking about that time too, aren’t you?”

You press your lips into a straight line, trying not to mirror his expression. Yet it shatters when he speaks again, “That time when you killed me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” Something like guilts settles into your smile—fuck, you can’t cry. It would be absurd if you did because you didn’t even cry when you ended his life. How are you going to cry now when he is right beside you, holding your hand so tenderly?

“Sorry for killing you.”

With a shudder, he shakes his head and pulls away. His hands unravel the scarf around his neck to put it over yours instead, each movement careful and attentive.

“I’m sorry, too.” Jisung can finally laugh like he’s been freed from a chokehold. He opens his arms, crashing himself against you to breathe in the taste of the sky one last time.

“Sorry for loving you so much.”

You return the hug, arms coming empty.

❖ note (again) : an explanation for those who are confused; jisung died in winter. another thing is that he’s weirdly attached to his scarf because that is what he used to kill himself. so if you’ve made it this far, thank you so much for reading!

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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Can I please request for Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa walking in on their S/O using a vibrator on themselves? (Btw they don’t know that they have it also their s/o aren’t moaning their name just heavy breathing) please thank you! Can be headcannons or Drabbles. Thank you!!💕

YESSSSSS, ALL OF MY HUSBANDS, ABSOLUTELY

(NSFW // minors do not interact)

TAKAMI KEIGO/HAWKS

He rarely comes home early, on contrary he's always held up by the commission well over his working hours, causing him to be late, the apology texts being a constant in your relationship.

And you understand, you really do, you learned to get busy with your own things throughout the day. Especially when the fact that you're alone in your home settles down in your brain.

You find joy in spoiling yourself, and while you do sometimes miss the touch of your lover, the small buzzing against your clit makes it almost impossible to keep on dwelling over that, especially when you press the toy a bit harder, head thrown back on the soft pillow. The lights are dimmed, your discarded clothes scattered over the bed, the soaked panties laying at your feet. It all adds to the appeal for the golden eyes that peek through the door, heavy, tired wings jumping back to life.

Breathing out heavily, you fiddle with the speeds on your vibe, greedily upping it until it feels overwhelming, too ruthless on your sensitive cunt. The one under it is too low, too faint for how worked up you are. You decide to torture yourself for a while, refusing to move it away from you, despite the small zap-like sensation that surges all the way through your stomach. Your fingers briefly dig and scrape over your thigh before you manage to still your hips, letting the vibe do its work. Your eyes are out of focus, imagination running wild as you drunkenly stare at your ceiling.

You dip the toy between your folds, slicking it up, the reduced friction making it almost perfect, toes curling in a warning. You feel it in your gut, hips bucking off the bed, the warm knot in your tummy signaling that if you don't stop soon you're gonna reach the point of no return, definitely ruining the oh so precious buildup you've got going on.

You peel your own hand away, determined to make it last a little while longer, your legs closing around nothing, the toy dropped on the mattress.

Your gasp is followed by a deeper groan, making your eyes snap to the door. You're relieved to find your boyfriend hunched over the door frame, cheeks red as his knees threaten to give out. His hand is wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, his pants barely pulled down. So close. He was so terribly close.

His sharp teeth bruised his own lips from biting down too hard, a hand muffling his noises just in case (so much for that). You slowly click the off button, sitting up, wanting to make your way to your boyfriend. Your heart beats all the way to your ears, the rollercoaster of emotions doing a number on your poor heart.

"No, no, you can keep going" he says quietly, motioning you back to the bed as he takes tentative steps to a chair, turning it to face you.

You have to swallow around the lump in your dry throat, nodding as you spread your legs open again, adjusting so that he can have a better view. The slow buzz of your toy sends shivers down his spine, the wet sound of your pussy even louder now that he's this close to you.

that's how you manage to edge your boyfriend until he has literal tears rolling down his cheeks

TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI

cw:dabi is a perv

Dabi is a little creep. He constantly sneaks into your apartment...he peeks through every crack he can just to get a glimpse of you. It doesn't matter that you're dating, it adds a certain thrill to his day, especially when you jump up, startled and scared when he just....*shows up*

So far he caught you pleasuring yourself a handful of times, most of which were in the privacy of your bathroom. He loves to watch, loves to see exactly how you like it. He gets off on the shy moans you let out, quiet even when you're all alone in your home, the lewd sounds that rush past your lips muffled with the back of your hand.

He often strokes his cock, mumbling to himself, praising you even though you're too busy to hear him. He does little to nothing to keep it down, relishing in how oblivious you are to the slick sound of his length fucking into his fist. He takes breaks whenever you do, he matches his pace to yours fully, the grin never leaving his face.

It's not until he caught you on your couch of all places, legs bent to your knees, a rabbit vibrator stuffed inside your pussy, the little ears of it bumping against your clit ever so slightly. He's in a daze...he never guessed that his precious girl owned anything of the sort.

If you thought your sex life was great before, wait until he starts looking into all kinds of toys , using your card to buy them.

AIZAWA SHOUTA/ERESERHEAD

For him to not know that you own a sex toy, the relationship would have to be pretty new, I'm talking like "just got together, fucked a handful of times" type of new.

He gets internally excited, hoping that it'll be a nice start of a conversation later. For now, he'll carefully knock, offering his help. He'll take good care of you alright.

He'll finger you while he teases you with the vibe, pressing down and then raising it up from your clit ever so often. He'll play with the settings until he finds the one that tortures you the most, thoroughly getting you nice and fucked out before he even thinks about putting his cock anywhere near your pussy.

If Aizawa is something, that's passionate. He's lazy, but not when it comes to making his partners feel good. It's a way for him to unwind from work and finally do something that doesn't give him a headache.

He loves the way you look all soaked up, your folds slippery, glistening from his spit and many generous orgasms he gave you, making his fingers slide with ease. He eats pussy for his own pleasure, turning off the vibe and placing it on the bed, mushing his face between your legs. He nuzzles and munches on the fat of your thighs, leaving faint love bites all over your skin.

Then you can feel the tickle of his stubble as he starts suckling on your pussy, humming and mouthing at your cunt. He talks with your puss in his mouth, slurred words of praise about the way you taste and smell. He has his spit dribbling down his chin, arms secured on top of you to keep you in place.

He also loves eating ass, pls let this man eat your ass, Aizawa is an ass man, give him a taste of your voluptuous a- khm

He'll go on until his tongue goes numb. Like numb to the point where he has to slowly put it back in his mouth because his muscles are in p a i n

He'll turn the vibe back on while he fucks you, begging for you to not cum even tho he has it on the highest setting. It makes your walls flutter just right and he's so close. Hold out for him, he deserves it, he worked for it.

"Just a little bit more, I got you, please...I'm sorry...I know...you're doing so good, I know you can do it, I'm right behind you " He cums so hard he almost tumbles over, your cunt squeezing him dry, your toes curl and legs wiggle out of his grip to run away from the intensity of the toy that he still has hovered over your clit.

not proofread, it's 1 am and we die like men.

I'll ban the words "vibe" and "toy" from my vocabulary for a month after this. I still enjoyed it tho. Everything has a cost.

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vynseducationalflagpole · 2 years

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hii!! can i request how marius would react if u got kidnapped and hurt because of him? tysm!! i’ve been simping for marius these days and i cant get enough of him😩 (sorry artem😔)

Vigilant

"ToT boys reacting to you getting kidnapped/hurt because of him"

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Contents: Angsty on Artem's part, mentions of Knives, blood, and some sort of 'torturing' but it doesn't really happen ykno

Reader may not be gender neutral at some parts sorry—

Not proofread

A/N: This has been sitting in my notes app bcs the sheer amount of contents on Marius' part just summoned my procrastination im sorry😭😭😭😭

I JUST READ UR REQ AGAIN AND IT ONLY SAID MARIUS? 2?2!1? UR TELLING ME I COULDVE POURED MY WHOLE BEING TO WRITING FOR THIS INE MAN INSTEAD OF ALL OF EM???? THE MORE THE MERRIER IG IM SO SIRRY HIS PART IS SO RUSHED😭😭😭

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Marius—

Within the past month, Marius had been asking you to go somewhere with him. Be it a garden, an art gallery, a foreign country, you name it. And because of this, Many people assumed that you were his s/o. Resulting to many of his fan-girls sending you messages, others following you and others were, fortunately, doing fine about the rumors circulating. But to your unfortunate destiny, the not only women want to get to you. There were also others with even more worse plans than the others. And one of those plans happen to include taking you away. One Saturday afternoon, Marius invited you to go to the mall with him. Though you're pretty sure you'll only stay in the arcade. As you walked side-by-side with him, someone grabbed your arm and another hand covers your mouth. Fortunately, Marius noticed this quickly and scans his surroundings only to see a man behind you slowly 'dragging' you away. As countless amount of events unfold, Marius finally regrets his actions as he then runs after you but as soon as he thinks that he's got the culprit cornered, he doesn't see you nor the man there. There wasn't any signs of you around the perimeter which made him even more anxious. Marius quickly heads to his car and orders the driver to go to the police station. At the same time, he calls his butler, Vincent to try and get DAVIS to find you as well. To Marius' demise, the incident was revealed to the media. He didn't like the idea of the accident being revealed since it gives the enemy an idea on what Marius is doing. But at the same time, he's scared of the amount of scolding he'd receive from Luke. On the other hand, you sat at a corner in the room with your eyes covered by a cloth, your mouth taped shut and your hands and legs tied together by something. You couldn't tell what it was which made the wholr situation all the more unfortunate. As laughter rings through the room, one if the voices present suggested taking a ransom video. Before they did so, they decided on the amount that should be payed. One of the voices said "How 'bout a hundred million? That should cover, right?" "No, no. That's too low, this is Marius von Hagen we're talking about! We need to set the bar higher. Higher." the voices quarreled on the amount as another one suggests. "hundred billion then? Trillion would be good but there's a chance that von Hagen here would have a countermeasure about that." "That doesn't even make sense, dumbass." A hundred billion?! Isn't that too much? Various of thoughts invade your head as you drop your head low and just continue minding your own business in the corner you're sitting at. Much to your demise, footsteps now get louder and seem to get closer and closer to you. You flinch at the sudden change in the atmosphere and things slowly but surely happens. Now on the other side, Marius shudders at the thought of seeing you in such a terrible shape. Your screams resonated from his phone which made the surrounding officers silently contemplates on what to do. Fortunately for you, they finally arrive. Just in time before any of the culprits to do anything harsher. From then on, Marius always sticks beside you and is even more wary of his surroundings.

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Luke—

You were sitting on a chair across Luke's table watching him fix an old clock that was given to him by an elderly woman. Luke insists that you go somewhere else to entertain you rather than watching him do something 'boring' but you also insisted that what he's doing is extremely interesting and might actually help you learn how to fix clocks in the future. You assure him that even if you already know how, you'd still call him not only for his guidance but also for his comforting presence. Although, since it was almost dinner time, you decide to cook for him. You look into his fridge to see countless amount of pill containers inside but you push these aside thinking it's for energy and stamine health. Much to your unfortunate fate, there were a couple of ingredients missing in his fridge so you think of walking to the store to buy some. As soon as you were about to head out, Luke calls out to you. "Where are you going?" "Heading out to buy some stuff I need for cooking." "It's getting late, I'll go buy them. Just stay here." You take a look outside to see the dark and cloudy sky above and you turn your head to Luke once more to agree to his offer. He takes the bag you're holding as well as the list of stuff you need. About an hour has passed and you spot Luke across the street. As you wave at him, you mouth "I ordered ice cream" as you hold out two tubs of Ice cream. He smiles wryly at you and is immediately changed into a soft smile. He then switched from walking to jogging. You stood at the door leaning into it as you spot a man approaching from your left. You disregard his existence and you continue to stare at Luke. But as soon as the masked man gets close enough to you, he grabs your arm and runs away dragging you in the process. The way that he gripped your arm was restricting your movement for sone reason. You also couldn't fight back due to the sheer speed that he's running in. You look at Luke in a desperate attempt to call for help and he immediately runs towards you. As your eyes meet his, Luke can't help but cuss himself for ever letting it happen. He'd avoided to show any connection to you just to assure your safety and that nobody goes after you but he still fails. As soon as Luke is just a few meters away from you, he holds out his hand to you and you try to grab it until the masked man makes a sharp turn to the left. Your head slightly hits the wall which took your guard down for a split second resulting to you losing your balance and you're now completely getting dragged on the ground to somewhere. Luke on the other hand is nowhere to be seen. As soon as your pursuer realizes that, he takes you inside a room. There's a single chair present in the middle of the room and a big mirror is seen pointing towards the door. Judging from the looks of it, it must've been an old dance room. For some reason though, despite there not having anything but a chair in the room, smoke starts to spread throughout the room. Which made your vision blur. Your thoughts fog up and disappears as your consciousness is stolen away. As soon as you wake up, two masked men are now seen in front of you. "What's your connection to him?" One of the men asks in an intimidating tone. "He's my childhood frien—" Before you finish your sentence, the other one speaks up cutting you off. "Don't play dumb. We know that you and that other stupid guy stole our goods." you look at him with disgust and confusion. You ponder for an excuse but the both of them weren't having it. "Listen up, all you have to do is tell us where it is and you'll be released." the other man assures you in a calm tone as the other is seen brimming with anger. The said man raises his fist to you. You close your eyes in a hurry bracing for the impact—that never came. You look up and see Luke with other more people, you suspect that they were either the police or his colleagues. Luke frees you from the chair as he accompanist you back to his shop but now much more vigilant of his surroundings. He apologizes continuously but you assure him that you're alright.

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Vyn—

Since you've been wanting to learn some stuff from Vyn, he'd invited you over at his home for a little discussion. Although, as soon as you were about to set off to his home, he calls you and tells you to head to the "Giannovyn Mental Health Research Center" instead since he had to take care of some documents there. As soon as you arrive, you see Vyn standing outside the door and having seen you, he walks towards you. "I apologize for the sudden change of plans. If you do not mind, shall we have our little rendezvous here?" You agree to his offer as he holds out his hand and holds yours as he takes you around the Center for a little tour. As you and Vyn were about to head to his office next, an alarm rings throughout the building. You look around the area to see the cause of it until you were pushed of from Vyns grasp as a small hand grabs your writs. Before you had the time to react, some kind of liquid trails down yoyr throat. You turn your eyes down to see what caused this only to see a small but sharp pocket knife pointed at your throat. The sudden realization sends cold shivers down your spine. You soon then divert your attention to Vyn only to see him as shocked as you. Employees and security then comes but Vyn commands them to not come close. The hands of your attacker trembles as the hands that grasped your wrist loosens and now holds your jaw as the attacker forces you to look at him. Vyn's troubled face was a shock to everyone at the room but as soon as Vyn realizes this, he regains his composure and attempts to talk your attacker out of it. The attacker releases a wry chuckle slowly turning into pure maniacal laughter. "It's you! It really is you! That one ravishing lawyer I saw on the television. You're finally here!" the man gushes as his eyes stare at yours brimming with joy. Meanwhile, you look at him at confusion and shock. What's happening? What is he talking about? These questions circle around your head a while until Vyn intervenes. "It'd really be delightful if you atleast loosen your grasp." Vyn says calmly being wary of his words. "But Dr. Richter, I finally found them! I can't possibly just turn down this opportunity given from above!" The attacker then announces with such joy. Vyn's brows knit together as he remains deep in thought for a while and he then looks up at him once more. "Yes indeed but, do you think they're okay with this?" Vyn looks at you while his face shows an overflowing amount of worry. The man gasps as he turns to look at your face. You didn't know when or how but, some tears had formed at the corner of your eyes. He then drops his head as his hold on you gets weak. "I only wanted to give them comfort..!" "Well yes, but at this very moment, you gave them shock and fear instead. Maybe next time, we should approach in a calmer way then, do you agree?" The two exchange words. The pocket knife pointed at your throat shakes as your attacker's breathing hitches as well resulting to them causing small cuts. Fortunately, Vyn manages to take away the weapon but your attacker remains still. Vyn then brings you to an acceptable distance and stands in front of you in a defensive way. The attacker then puts his hands on his head as he slides down then bursts to tears. Now that Vyn had assured that he's calm now, he walks towards the security serving as a sign to take care of the man. Vyn tends to your wounds and apologizes.

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Artem—

A week has passed since you were given the opportunity to work alongside Artem. Originally, he was supposed to do this case alone but the case was actually more complicated that he presumed it as. The case was about the opposition faking their identity and acting as your client to destroy their reputation. Fortunately, the 5th victim noticed it and alerted the police. This was supposed to be a simple case but problems keep appearing out of no where. "No. I can't allow you to just go out to places by yourself." "Then, come with me! We might be able to find more stuff there and we might also find where she hid! We might also find—" "Listen, you have to prioritize your safety too. I can't go with you at this very moment because I have to arrange more document so why not wait tomorrow?" "Why tomorrow? What if she really was there and is now going somewhere else?" "That's just an assumption!" The heated exchange stops almost immediately as Artem snaps. You were taken aback by his actions but it was understandable. As soon as 5 minutes of silence has passed, you bow to him slightly and then head out the door. "Wait, where are you going?" "i remembered that I ordered some stuff online so—I'm going to wait for them by the door." You respond timidly but you really did buy some pudding and a tub of ice cream online. Artem nods to you as he switches his attention back to his paoers. As soon as a few moments pass, he receives a call from Celestine alerting him on the incoming danger. He shots up from his seat as he rushes out the door. Celestine told Artem that the criminal was found but escaped once more and is now heading towards your direction. You and Artem were staying at a hotel at the 5th floor which made the situation worse. As soon as he gets down to the entrance, he sees you defending yourself against the furious woman's attacks. She thrusts her knife towards you screaming profanities and statements such as "It's all your fault!" Artem looks around you to see blood seeping through your left arm. Sweat sliding down your face had made Artem's heart stop as he runs towards you until this one thrust of the woman finally hits you perfectly at the stomach. Fortunately, Artem was able to stop it but a bit delayed leading to a wound in your stomach. But fortunately, it wasn't that deep. Capt. Morgan arrives at the scene to see you sitting on the floor while Artem looks after you. He turns his attention ot the culprit with a tie tied around her wrist. Artem then engulfs you in a hug as he mutters thousands of apologies.

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A/N: shit was so long that it didn't fit in my notes app istg if this doesn't upload im gonna actually break down crying😭😭😭😭(someone teach this grandma how to add cuts on mobile im actually abt to scream)

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nemeseos-noctua · 3 years

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Here's the other: How'd they react to their S/O who cherishes their gift given by their beloved so much, that one day the gift was destroyed by a hilichurl and they went so livid they practically fought the creatures to death and threw them to a lake somewhere, and sulked the whole how they don't deserve them anymore cuz of how careless they were. For Razor, Albedo and Xiao 👉👈

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: razor, albedo, xiao (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, mc is referenced as an alchemist/adventurer in albedo’s, one swear word in xiao’s

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: im EMBARRASSED at how long this is and how MEANINGLESS THE WRITING IS IM SO SORRY

he made you a paw-shaped clay sculpture!

it was cute and small, fitting right into the palm of your hands

to others—it may look like some worn-down toy, but to you, it was a good luck charm from the ever-cute razor

but perhaps, it wasn’t quite the clay-shape that you held close to your heart... no, it was the strenuous effort razor put into sculpting the paw

you remember it vividly. how the boy would dig his hands into mud and sit under the burning sun, carving the dirt with his bare fingers as he hid the gift from your sight

so when a good-for-nothing hilichurl decides razor’s paw-shape charm was a nice pebble for hot potato... boy were you livid

Patting the ground beside you, [e/c] eyes widened upon the feeling of nothing but grass.

What...? Peering over, you stared blankly at the empty space, comical arrows pointing at the now-gone charm you had received from Razor. Just where was it? You swore it was right beside you...

And as if Barbatos were laughing at you, the wind blew, burning your eyes as the sight of mitachurls and hilichurls danced around the fire in the distance, tossing what looked like a rock into the air.

Ah.

You blinked.

That was the charm Razor made.

first of all... how did the hilichurl get it? the charm was literally right beside you!

agh, whatever.

you’ll just retrieve it. easy, right?

no.

first of all, your power would literally turn the lush grass into a desolate canyon (not really). second of all, you’d probably end up destroying the paw in your rampage

hah...

—if the hilichurl didn’t destroy it first

Materializing your weapon, you couldn’t help but hope that the paw had miraculously survived the impact of a hilichurl throwing it against the floor.

Hah, what were you thinking? Of course it didn’t... physics just didn’t allow it.

But you know what physics did allow? Why, beating these enemies to a pulp, of course!

once you floored the hilichurls, you quickly scrambled as to look for signs of the paw anywhere

berating yourself as to how utterly foolish you were for letting it go and leaving it unguarded in the first place, you stared in defeat at the sight of crumbled clay and hardened dirt in the grass of the hilichurl camp

why? why were you so careless? seriously, how did this happen? if you had just kept it in your backpack like a regular person, razor’s hard-earned hours and craft would still be as grand as ever-

“[y/n]?”

Blinking, you hadn’t realized you had been sulking in the midst of this hilichurl camp. [E/C] eyes lifted up, widening once they had landed on none other than Razor, his crimson eyes like the agates that littered Dragonspine, his hair as grey as stormclouds.

“Ah... Razor...” You smiled in exasperation, staring at anywhere but said boy. How could you face him after watching his clay paw get destroyed by some measly hilichurls?

“Are you okay?” He asked, glancing around at the scene before him. The grass wilted, the camp that he remembered being obnoxiously loud and disturbing was silent and empty.

“Yeah, no biggie,” Waving off his concern, you began to walk away, your heart sinking with each step.

First, you let his gift get destroyed. Second, you walk away from him.

You were such a terrible partn—

“[Y/N]?” Razor’s voice cut through the air, a tension you had created solely on the thoughts of your own mind. Gripping your wrist with a tender touch, you didn’t fail to notice the way his eyes drooped down ever so slightly.

“Did I... make lupical mad?”

Gulping, you quickly waved your hands in front of your face, eyes widened as you tried to carefully explain the series of events that had just led down to this very moment.

“I—well, you see, your uh, paw-clay-thingy... I was careless and I��“

“Break it while hunting?” Razor answered, tilting his head as his hold merely stayed still, not wavering for a second, as if you were a boar in his hands.

“Ah...”

Razor was much better at observation than you had thought.

“It’s okay. I make more for lupical,” Razor nodded, already beginning to pace over to a pond as he dipped his gloved hands into the water, wafting around for dirt as you rushed up behind him.

“Wait! But I was careless... you don’t need to make ano—“

“It’s for lupical. Lupical close, I give lupical gift that never break.”

Everlasting—that was what he wanted to make.

And a part of you couldn’t help but agree.

albedo, in all of his alchemy prowess, made you an artificial flower

how? don’t ask him. he’ll spew some lengthy thesis and paragraph about the fundamentals, the research, the prototype, the testing, the—

ahem, anyways!

you had never intended to bring it outside. but one day, you had left your camp under the supervision of barbatos (wow go barbatos) and ventured off to fetch some materials

and when you came back? you were met with the sight of hilichurls and slimes raving around your tent

what the—

“I...I’m hallucinating,” You deadpanned, slapping your wrist at the sight of pyro slimes and masked hilichurls dancing around your tent, the inside of your humble abode moving around as if it were possessed.

And the cherry on top? A pyro abyss mage emerged, the flower floating besides it. But oh boy, it was no flower anymore... it was a flaming flower.

At that moment, you were left to ponder. Maybe, just maybe, you kinned a whopperflower at that point. Because oh boy did your temper and sanity explode on those little enemies, the way your blade sunk into their forms—

you were already planning your apology to albedo. he trusted you and loved you enough to make an artificial flower for you... and yet, it so pitifully crumbled at your touch

okay, not quite your touch. but it crumbled at the ugly pyro abyss mage’s touch

so, as any good s/o would do, you sulked while rebuilding your camp. it’s okay. as long as albedo didn’t know his creation was charred, all would be well. besides! he was quite a busy man! chances were low that he’d discover!

busy, he was, observant, he is

perhaps, you should’ve known

“Ah... hi Albedo,” You winced, opening your tent to smile at the alchemist who merely stared at you.

“You were gone for a while. Is everything okay?” He noted, remembering your absence from visiting his own camp at Dragonspine. As an alchemist, he knew what it was like being holed up in a camp. But for two weeks? Even he needed breaks.

“Well, you see... I was out... gathering materials! Yes!” You gave him a weak thumbs-up, wailing internally once his piercing azure eyes trailed around your camp, noting that nothing looked new.

“You don’t need to lie to me, [Y/N]. Is something the matter?”

“I’m sorry!” You cut off, clapping your hands together in a prayer-like position, guilt welling up in the pit of your stomach.

“...Why?”

“Your flower—I left it unsupervised and it was set aflame and I’m so so so sor—“

“Don’t be.”

Mouth dropping, you stared up at the male, an amused expression painting his face like the canvases he dedicated to you.

“At least you were not hurt while it was set aflame. Come, I’ll show you how to make some more,” Opening your tent for you all the way, Albedo held a hand out to you, eyes flickering in mirth.

“And next time, don’t try to run away from your problems.”

“You cheeky littl—“ A blush of both embarrassment and fluster formed on your face, shocked at his sudden remark.

he made you an adepti amulet

enhanced with super-cool-adepti-no-mortal-can-have power, xiao had informed you that all you needed to do was hold up the amulet and it’d scare any kind of enemies away!

cool, right? too bad you left it unattended while fighting the irritable anemo cube! now it’s at the bottom of the sea <3

how did this happen, exactly? well... you see... when wind picks up and becomes strong... light-weight objects will fly up into the air!

and sometimes, those light weight objects will fall into the sea, and sometimes, those objects would be gifts from your adeptus boyfriend who was waiting for you back at wangshu inn—

ahem. anyways. you beat the crap out of the anemo cube (aka, beth. aka, tornado cube. aka, cube waifu)

I should just... not go back to Wangshu Inn today. Haha... I’ll go ask Katheryne for a commission... You nodded, stuffing the turquoise shards of wind into your pockets, your bags filled with mora and enhancement ores being thrown off the side of the cliff.

—Along with the adepti amulet Xiao had made for you.

Seriously... you still had to wonder just how that happened! One second, you were avoiding getting sucked up by the vent of the anemo cube... and the next, your bag was traveling the world!

Can’t have shit in Teyva—

Trekking back to Mondstadt in defeat, you were innocently oblivious to the worry of the Yaksha back in Liyue.

are they okay? do they need help? did they go to dragonspine? all these questions spun around xiao’s head as he watched the moon rise, his mask dissipating into the wind

you told him you’d return tonight... yet you hadn’t. and a part of him had wished you hadn’t left liyue, so he had at least some control over whatever dangers dared to attack you

but, he knew you were strong. why else would he love you, anyway? he does not find appeal in being the savior 24/7

so, he waits. atop the balcony of wangshu inn, across the stars and moon, he prays to his archon, wishing—no, hoping you arrive safely

And—you did. You arrived back at Wangshu Inn.

... Three weeks later.

“You’re late. Very late,” Xiao’s voice blared in your ears, a blessing and a curse all at the same time. You didn’t know how to tell him the amulet was thrown off a cliff—but at the same time, you really wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

“Haha... sorry about that,” You laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your head as Xiao merely grumbled, appearing before you with a piercing stare.

“Where were you? You did not even send me a letter.”

“I’m sorry... it’s just... eh... well...” You looked away, your heart churning against your ribs as Xiao extended his index finger out, tilting your chin to face him.

“What?” He asked, his tone harsh yet soft, longing yet logical.

“I uh... kind of... lost your adepti amulet... I’m sorry.”

He blinked.

“You waited three weeks to tell me that?” He asked in disbelief, almost in disappointment. Seriously, he was an adeptus! A Yaksha, at that! He could’ve just made another one for you... But nooo... you decided to wait three weeks in the land of the free (America?) and then worry him to death.

“Mortals...” Xiao muttered under his breath, crossing his arms with a huff as he turned his head away, the wind picking up.

“Hey, wait! Aren’t you going to say anything? Like a disappointed lecture or something?”

“No.”

Disappearing, you facepalmed, already pulling out some sweetflowers and milk to whip up some almond tofu.

Damn that adeptus. Who was he to tug your heartstrings like that?

You sighed, sitting beside a cooking pot as lingering yellow eyes watched your form, their irises softening at the sight.

— constellations! 💫

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t0shii · 3 years

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% trying to get up while cuddling

.! timeskip! tsukishima, kageyama, sugawara (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ cursing in kageyama's, not proofread

.! kags is a heavy sleeper and he used to always sleep with a teddy bear until you started sleeping in the same bed🤫

tsukishima

all tsukishima wanted to do on his day off was be with you, honestly he didn't care what the two of you did as long as he got to be close to you, so when you pitched the idea of a movie day, obviously, he couldn't say no, especially when you gave him the complete control over the movies you'd watch. every. single. one. he couldn't be happier that he didn't have to watch the movies you liked which he pretended to hate. three movies in, he had picked shrek; comparing shrek and fiona's relationship to that of your own.

currently he was the big spoon as the two of you lay on the couch together, one arm underneath you, which was falling asleep but he was too comfortable to move it, angled up to wrap around your waist and the other slung over your body, hand holding yours. honestly he was falling asleep at this point attention nowhere near the movie he'd picked but instead focused on how warm tou were and how nicely you fit into the cuddling position you two were in.

suddenly he's snapped awake and the warmth he was basking in leaves without a trace and you wriggle yourself from his embrace, he's quick to grab your wrist so you don't walk away "where do you think you're going?" he asks, voice groggy. you grin realizing he was probably asleep behind you and you'd woken him up, "sorry sleepy head, i have to pee. let me go." he rolls his eyes and dramatically drops the hand holding your wrist, "hurry it up then."

kageyama

it was terribly cold and dark in kageyama's room as he slept, his body pressed impossibly close against yours. you'd been awake for thirty minutes now needing to pee but his death grip on you made it impossible to get up, and it didn't help that the man slept like a rock, you. couldn't even turn to face him because he had been holding you so tight. at this point you were desperate to wake him up.

"tobio.... tobiooo please wake up. let go" you groan trying your best to wriggle out of his hold, "kageyama let gooo" you kick his leg with the heel of your foot, not too hard to hurt him but enough to wake him up apparently because as soon as you do so you can see the shadow of his head snap up to look around the room, "the hell?" he grumbles, voice hoarse. "tobio, let me go please." you're able to loosen his arms from around your waist and hurry out of the bed and too his bathroom.

"y/n what's wrong, where are you going?" he's hot on your trail, an 'owe owe owe- fucking hell' can be heard behind you right after a loud thud, though you pay no mind as you open the bathroom door and rush to the toilet. when you return you find your boyfriend sitting on the floor rubbing his leg, a slight guilt creeping uo your belly for kicking him. "you coulda just woke me up" he whines standing, "tobio i tried but you're the heaviest sleeper ive ever met." he rolls his eyes, thankful the room was too dark for you to see the red spreading across his cheeks, "whatever lets just go back to bed."

sugawara

you'd been sitting in his lap for a few hours now whilst he graded papers. your head perched on his shoulder, limbs tightly wrapped around his torso, every now and then you'd place a kiss on his neck causing him to give your shoulder a peck in return. it was getting late and he still had so many paper left, the sound of rain tapping on the windows and his humming to whatever song he had playing slowly but surely, coaxing you to sleep.

forcing your eyes open became nearly impossible at the point, not wanting to bother him you try to stand up, suddenly his arms are wrapped around your waist keeping you still, "where you going angel?" it comes out a mumble, breath hot on your neck. "i'm falling asleep koshi; i don't wanna bother you while you're working so i was jus' gonna go to the bed." you rest your head back on his shoulder and shut your eyes.

he sighs, "can you just stay with me? i'm almost done. you don't have to stay awake, if you fall asleep i'll wake you up when i'm done or even carry you if you want. you won't bother me, really." he hugs you tighter and rests his his on your shoulder, "just give me.... 30 minutes, yeah? and we'll go to bed, just don't leave please? i hate keeping you up like this but if you leave i'll never get this done." "why's that?" "because i'll be in bed with you instead."

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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Wednesday

Monday�� Tuesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: panic attacks, swearing, getting outed, f slur and d slur, homophobia, puking, toxic friends

Word count: 5,160

(A/N): woah, thank you all so much for all the positive feedback, that really makes my day!

The room was quiet with the exception of the clacking of the keyboard and the soft chirping of crickets outside your open window. The stars twinkled in the sky as the night droned on and on. There was a loud rustling outside your window, but your sleep deprived mind didn’t think anything of it. It wasn’t important at the moment, the only important thing right now was finishing your work.

Throughout the night, you worked endlessly on your friend’s work. The essays were relatively easy because Adrian and Annie had luckily chosen topics that you’re somewhat interested in, so at least finding the sources was enjoyable. You had gotten your essay completely written and proofread, Annie’s outline finished, and Adrian’s sources analyzed. You would start on Sammy’s presentation after you finished Adrian’s outline. Hours upon hours passed by you as you worked, yet you didn’t notice the time once. You worked uninterrupted with no breaks. Well, one break to talk to your dad about how you weren’t hungry, but you got back to work right after he left your room. You couldn’t waste any more time than you already have.

Your eyes felt heavy as you typed on your keyboard, working on putting Adrian’s sources together cohesively so that the writing would flow seamlessly. You paused your typing to rub at your tired eyes so you could keep working, you couldn’t afford to fall asleep. You had to get these done as soon as possible if you wanted their forgiveness.

The blaring of your alarm startled you out of your focus, making you fall backwards out of your chair with a yelp. Landing painfully on your back, you laid on the floor trying to calm your racing heartbeat. You looked out your window. Hints of pinks and yellows were starting to make a gradient with the lightening dawn sky. Shit, you were so focused on getting your work done that you didn’t take account of the time. You just knew today was gonna be long. At least after school volleyball practice was shortened because of finals tomorrow.

You groaned as you pulled your tired form off from the ground. You made your way downstairs and plopped yourself down at your usual place at the table, burying your face into the crook of your arm. You felt yourself drift off into a blissful sleep, the wood of the table suddenly seemed very comfortable at the moment. Not long after, you were jolted out of your peaceful sleep by a loud crash. Jumping up and looking around with wide eyes, you saw Tubbo looking at you apologetically. There was broken glass in front of his feet on the floor.

“Sorry, (y/n).”

You just stared at him blankly as you slowly blinked. Philza didn’t spare you a glance as he whisked the short boy away from the glass. “(Y/n), can you please go get the broom and sweep this up?”

You nodded, hauling yourself to your feet and walked over to the storage closet, pulling out the broom and dust pan. You mindlessly sweeped up the glass, your limbs feeling heavy. After throwing the glass away, you rummaged in the cupboard and pulled out a mug. The bitter smell beckoned you welcomingly, working its way through your nostrils and digging itself deep into your brain. Just as you were about to pour yourself a cup, a hand snatched the coffee pot away from you.

“You shouldn’t be drinking this.”

“You let Techno and Wil drink it, so why can’t I?”

“(Y/n), you’re a full year younger than them and you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.”

You felt your eye twitch, “I’m only a year younger than them! There’s literally no-”

“(Y/n),” his warning tone cut you off, putting the pot back into the coffee maker, “you aren’t going to drink this. That’s final. Get a glass of water.”

You huffed and pushed past him to the sink to fill your coffee mug with water. You’ve been drinking coffee for a while behind his back, so you were used to its effects on your body. You supposed that you’d just beg Wilbur to take you to the cafe so you could get your sustenance. He always relented for you.

You heard him chuckle, “you’ll thank me when you’re older.”

“Mhm.”

You plopped down next to Tubbo nursing your mug of water, trying to make small talk with him. One by one, your brothers made their way to the table. Tommy was talking and gesturing wildly to Tubbo like he normally did, Wilbur looked as dead inside as you felt, and Techno made it a point to ignore you. When someone pissed him off, he can hold a grudge better than he could hold onto his knowledge of Greek mythology, and that’s saying something. Man is obsessed with Greek mythology.

Breakfast went by in a daze with you struggling to keep your eyes open. At one point, you almost fell asleep sitting up, only to be woken up by Tubbo shaking your shoulder to get your attention. When breakfast was almost done, you had only eaten about half your breakfast.

Drifting off again, you were startled awake by the screeching of the chairs against the wooden floor and loud shouts coming from your brothers. You didn’t have the energy to race them to the bathroom like you usually did, you’d just freshen up after they were done. You tried to stand up to go to your room to get dressed, but you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder forcing you to sit back down. Looking up, you were met with the concerned, yet stern eyes of your father.

“You’re not leaving this table until you’ve eaten at least a few more bites and tell me why you’re so tired.”

“I just stayed up later than I normally do finishing up some homework, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not or else I will make you stay home next time. When’d you go to bed last night?”

You avoided his eyes, “around one thirty or two.” You couldn’t tell him that you didn’t actually go to sleep last night, he’d flip.

“You know, you’re a terrible liar.” Shit.

Looking him in the eye, you spoke more confidently. “Three in the morning.”

“(Y/n)-”

You felt a sudden rage start to twist inside you as he started to lecture you about taking better care of yourself. He was treating you like a child and you were not having it.

“-young kids like you need to- are you even listening?”

You set your jaw and willed yourself not to explode at him. “Dad, I’m not a child. I know how to take care of myself.”

You saw him narrow his eyes and purse his lips in frustration, “well, obviously you don’t if you’re not eating or sleeping well,” his eyes softened. “I’m starting to worry about you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t because I’m fine,” you snapped at him. “I’m going to get ready.”

You stalked out of the room and stomped upstairs. Passing a shocked Tommy and Tubbo, you made your way into the bathroom to get ready. The person that stared back at you in the mirror looked pale and had dark eye bags accentuating her tired eyes. She had red pimples dotting her face more than she usually did. She was ugly, revolting. The girl you remembered her being was confident in her appearance and walked with an air of importance. Now, she was a decrepit thing that was run down and scared of her own shadow. You couldn’t recognize the girl that stared back at you anymore. You should’ve been able to; after all, she was you and you were her.

You rushed through your morning routine in the bathroom avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror. You opened the bathroom door only to be met with Wilbur’s chest, his hand poised in the air in a closed fist ready to knock on the door. He stepped back.

“We’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. “Wil, we still have twenty minutes before school starts. We don’t have to leave for another ten minutes.”

He gave you a smirk, “well, you want coffee, don’t you? You look dead.”

“Oh thank god. I feel dead, I didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“When’d you go to bed?”

“I didn’t.”

“Christ, (y/n) I knew you were a dumbass, but not that much of a dumbass.”

You rolled your eyes, walking around him and into your room. You felt a stab of hurt in your heart. “Fuck you.”

Before you could close the door, he shouted out a cheeky “love ya too (y/n)!”

You took off all your clothes slowly and stood in front of your open closet deciding on what you should wear today. You figured that since you felt like absolute shit, you should probably put a little bit more effort into your appearance. Picking out your favorite flannel shirt and favorite pair of pants. Smiling at yourself in the mirror in your room, you felt slightly more confident in your appearance. You felt like you could walk around the hallways at school without as many peering eyes trying to figure out your every secret. But maybe that was just the sleep deprivation talking. You tend to be more impulsive and emotional when you’re sleep deprived.

You slung the backpack onto your back with less difficulty than in the previous days. Your back was healing faster than you thought it would. Now, it barely hurt and the swelling completely went away.

You went downstairs and slunk past the kitchen where Philza was talking to Tommy and Tubbo. You didn’t want them to notice you, you felt somewhat guilty for snapping at your dad. You slipped through the front door and hopped into the passenger seat next to Wilbur. You three usually rotated seats counterclockwise and took turns driving each day. Now, you were just waiting for Techno.

“Well, you look less homeless today.”

“Thanks Wilbur, I just felt like looking a little nicer than usual.”

“Who’re ya dressing up for? Is it Adrian?” He asked with slight disgust. He hated Adrian almost as much as he hated Annie and Sammy. He thought he was nothing more than a fuckboy looking to get into your pants. Little did he know you were secretly a raging lesbian so deep in the closet that you’re froliking with Aslan through the flowerfields of Narnia.

“Wilbur, I’m gay why would I-” you froze, cursing your sleep deprived self for lacking a filter. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt anxiety start to seep into your veins and pump around your body, filling every single nook and cranny with dread. You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you stared at your shaking hands horrified at yourself. How could you just… just out yourself like that? How could you be so careless? So stupid?

You barely felt it when Wilbur reached over to press a gentle hand on your arm. “(Y/n), are yo-”

“I-tha-that was a joke, I’m not gay, I’m straight.” Your words came out in frantic jumbles, desperately trying to fix your slip up. Oh god, you really fucked up this time.

“(Y/n), brea-”

“I swear I’m not gay, I like men, I do. I-”

“(Y/n), breathe with me.” Wilbur’s firm, yet gentle voice demanded. He placed your hand on his chest and took in a deep breath, held it, and released it slowly. You tried your best to follow him, but after about ten minutes, you were slowly but surely calming down. It was a lot faster calming down from a panic attack when you had someone helping you breathe. You’ve never gotten help with a panic attack before, it was nice. Becoming more aware of your surroundings, you took notice of the soft fabric of Wilbur’s sweater, the gentle thumping of his heart, and his worried expression. You also became aware of the extra hand rubbing small circles into your shoulder from behind your seat. It was Techno.

Taking in a shaky breath, you took your hand out of Wilbur’s grip and clasped your hands tightly in front of you, shrugging Techno’s hand off from your shoulder.

“...Can we please leave? I don’t want Dad or Tubbo and Tommy seeing me like this.”

Wordlessly, Wilbur started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. At the intersection, he turned in the opposite direction of the school. “Wilbur, where are we going? The school’s the other way.”

“We’re going to the cafe for some coffee, my treat.”

“But school starts in five minutes, we’re gonna be late if we go to the cafe.”

“Actually,” Techno’s deep voice chimed in, “school started ten minutes ago. If we’re already late, there’s no harm in skipping first block.”

“Tech, I literally have no idea what’s going on in stats.”

“I’ll give you my notes.”

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.”

Wilbur pulled into the cafe’s parking lot, “don’t be stupid, (y/n). You can never bother us.”

You didn’t say anything as you left the car and headed into the cafe. You could think of plenty of ways you could bother your older brothers. You bothered everybody just by being in their presence. You just had that effect.

Your brothers followed you into the cafe, glancing at each other worriedly. You three quickly got your orders and sat in the secluded back of the cafe. Soft jazz music drifted throughout the quiet cafe.

“(Y/n), we need to talk about what happened. Was this your first panic attack?” Wilbur asked you gently.

“...No, I’ve had them before.”

“Were they always this intense? You’re still shaking.”

“That one was nowhere near as intense as the ones I usually have.’

“Usually? Do you have them often?” Tecno asked.

“Yeah, usually a couple of them a week since the middle of freshman year. Nothing I can’t manage.”

“So you’ve been doing this on your own for three years? You could’ve gotten us to help you.”

You sighed, looking down at your steaming cup. “...I couldn’t’ve. Don’t get me wrong, I know you guys could help me, but I-I just couldn’t. No one was supposed to find out.”

“Promise us that you’ll come to one of us when you have an attack. We care about you, (y/n).”

“I… I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

The table fell into a comfortable silence as you all sipped at your drinks, the comforting taste of the bitter coffee dancing across your tongue.

“Ya know, we don’t care that you’re gay. A lesbian called me ‘actually pretty funny’ once and I’m still riding the high.”

“Yeah, you’re still you. Nothing changes the fact that you’re our little sister.”

You smiled as you felt warm inside. You knew your brothers loved you, but you didn’t know that they loved you for being you. You didn’t think anybody loved you unconditionally like that, and that made you feel genuinely happy.

“Thank you guys, for everything. I-I can’t put into words how much that means to me, I love you guys so much!”

“We love you too,” Wilbur smiled before he dropped it into a stern frown. “But if any girl hurts you, we’ll have a stern talking to her.”

“Yeah, we can’t beat up girls. We’ll put her in her place alright.” You snorted into your coffee, almost spilling it on yourself. Quickly setting it down before you could baptize yourself with the scalding liquid (though, you did consider coffee to be holy), you wiped at your teary eyes.

“And that’s why I love you guys.”

“We’re serious, she’ll be wishing she got beat up after we’re done scolding her.” Wilbur said seriously before he broke into a grin and started laughing.

The conversation carried on about your sexuality, how you found out, when you found out, if you’ve told anyone yet (they were honored that they were the first people you’ve told, even if you did it accidentally mid-panic attack). Eventually you had to go back to the school before your second block started. You three split ways to your separate classrooms.

Annie and Adrian were locked onto you as soon as you walked through the door. They looked angry at you. What’d you do this time to piss them off?

“Where the fuck were you this morning? We were looking everywhere for you,” Annie seethed.

“Yeah, you wasted so much of our time looking for your sorry ass. You ditch us again?”

Oh, that. “Look, I didn’t mean to skip out on you guys again. It was a rough morning.”

“That’s funny because we also had rough mornings, yet we still hung out with each other. You aren’t special.” Adrian rolled his eyes at you.

“It’s gonna take more to apologize. We don’t let things like the little stunts you pull go off scott free.”

“Oh, Annie I have the best idea,” Adrian squealed, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly.

“What is it Dri?” Annie’s eyes shone.

“Our little (y/n) can set you up with one of her brothers and she can go on a date with me on a double date! It’s foolproof, not even someone as dumb as (y/n) could fuck it up.”

“I don’t think that’s a good id-”

“It’s perfect Dri! Can it be with Wilbur? He’s literally so hot! Oh, the way his fingers can work that guitar…” Ew. The thought of Wilbur and Annie together made you scrunch up your nose with disgust.

“I’m sorry, but Wilbur’s actually dating Sally Fishmin right now. They’re actually really cute together-”

“God, how could someone as hot as Wilbur go for Sally Fishmin? She’s disgusting, always smells like fish,” Annie gagged, then gasped. “Wait (y/n) do you actually think that she’s more deserving to be with him than I am?”

“No, I nev-”

“Really? Cuz you just did. Glad to see you care about me, (y/n).”

“Annie, you’re literally so beautiful. I never said that you don’t deserve him. You deserve the world. I can’t split them up, but I can do more homework for you.” She perked up immediately, “awe, thanks love! That’s what happens when you actually put effort into how you look.”

“Speaking of, did you get that shirt out of the trash? It’s really not a look.” Adrian snickered to himself. There goes what little confidence you had. You actually thought you looked decent today. You felt grateful for your friends, they always told you the truth about how you looked when everybody else lied to you.

Before you could respond, the bell rang and everybody took their seats. Luckily, Mr. Todd assigned today as a work day for your final research essays. You had finished Annie’s and got Adrian’s thesis done before the bell rang. While you were working on their essays, they were mindlessly scrolling on their phones and texting someone.

You, Adrian, and Annie met up with Sammy and went into the lunch room. You tried to line up in the lunch line with them, but they laughed and told you that you’re fat enough and you needed to lose weight. What did you do to deserve such considerate friends? You really owed them one for always looking out for and putting up with you.

While you were waiting for them, you pulled out your phone. To your surprise, Haley texted you a screenshot of her conversation with Unknown. You felt a chill run down your spine. All four pictures were of you. You rubbing your eyes as the light of your computer provided the only light in the room. Your bare back facing the camera as you stood in front of your closet this morning. You sleeping a day ago (you felt sick as you realized that whoever took the picture was standing directly over your bed). Lastly, you and Haley holding each other’s hand under the moonlight last night. Attached to the pictures, Unknown had typed “you have one more day or else sleeping ugly gets it. Do not tempt us.”

Hales : )

(Y/n), how the hell did they get these pictures of you

Did you seriously leave your window open???

Why wouldn’t you close your curtains

Oh god, do you think they saw us in your driveway????

(Y/n)

Haley calm down

Hales : )

I know you’re not telling me to calm down right now

You have a stalker

One that can GET INSIDE YOUR ROOM

(Y/n)

We’ll get to the bottom of this

Like I said, I don’t care if my pictures get leaked

I care about your pictures

Until we figure out who’s doing this, we need to lay low

Hales : )

Hanging out last night was a mistake

I shouldn’t have gave you a ride

I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you

I’m straight

And you are too

You said it yourself

We can’t talk anymore (y/n)

(Y/n)

I’m not straight Hales

I’m gay

And I like you

Like you like you

Hales : )

I’m sorry (y/n)

But I’m straight

We can’t talk anymore

Goodbye.

With each text she sent you, you felt your heart drop deeper and deeper into your stomach until you felt your heart shatter in your chest, the pieces lodging themselves deep within you and ripping you open from inside out. How could you be so stupid to think that soemone as perfect as Haley Andrews, arguably the prettiest girl in the senior year, go out with (y/n) Minecraft, a known trainwreck. Annie’s shrill gasp sounded right next to your ear, making you gasp and drop your phone onto the table with a loud bang.

“OH MY GOD (Y/N) YOU’RE A FAGGOT? WERE YOU HITTING ON ME EARLIER? YOU FUCKING PERVERT.”

The entire cafeteria fell into silence as they listened to Annie’s shrieking. Whispers started to meld together.

“(Y/n)’s gay?”

“How gross”

“Damn, I was gonna hit it”

“We have a dyke going to this school?”

You felt like you were suffocating as the whispers and Annie’s yelling jumbled together in a disorienting cacophony. Adrian and Sammy both glared at you from behind Annie with a hatred that you didn’t know they had for you. You tried stuttering an apology, but you were quickly shut up by Annie harshly slapping you across the face.

“I don’t wanna hear it, fag. You’re going to finish our essays and you’re never gonna talk to us again. Do you understand me?” When you didn’t respond, she slapped you again. “I asked you, do you understand me?”

You frantically nodded your head, grabbed your backpack, and sprinted out the door without any real destination in mind. You sprinted before you found the bathroom that nobody used. Ducking into a stall and slamming the door, you felt yourself start to hyperventilate. You couldn’t feel anything except for the tightness of your chest. You couldn’t see anything. You couldn’t hear anything. You faintly tasted bile rising up in your throat as you bent over to empty your stomach. You threw up everything in your stomach until you were left sitting on the dirty floor painfully dry heaving.

You sobbed on that floor for what felt like hours. Everybody knows your secret now. Your dirty, dirty secret. God, you were a pervert weren’t you? You made people around you comfortable by just being you. Faintly, you felt your phone start to buzz in your pocket, your shaky hands scrambling to fish it out. They were all texts from your brothers.

Wilby

(Y/n) I heard what happened

Are you okay????

Please answer me

Where are you

Technology Sword

I’m gonna kill them

I swear to god they’re dead

Blood for the blood god

(Y/n)

Pls dont do anything or hurt anyone

I’m fine

I’ll see you two after practice

Wilby

Tell us where you are

(Y/n)

I’m fine

I’ll see you two after practice

You silenced your phone and put it back into your pocket, once again feeling yourself start to dry heave again. Your sobs and gags echoed throughout the bathroom. This is by far the worst panic attack you’ve had yet, and it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna stop anytime soon. You heard the final bell ring and students start to rush to their lockers to get home, so you tried to muffle your shaking sobs the best you could. You had at least an hour before you had to go to volleyball practice. Until then, you would stay in the bathroom trying to ground yourself.

Luckily, you managed to calm down to the point where you stopped crying and dry heaving. You were only shaking slightly. You felt numb and completely drained from your panic attack, practice today was going to be a struggle. You cautiously walked through the empty hallways jumping at every little noise. When you finally reached the locker room, you made a beeline past Zara and Jazzy to your locker. You pulled out your uniform and changed in one of the bathroom stalls.

Practice went by with the girls on the team giving you sympathetic looks and Haley ignoring you. Not that you noticed, you were ignoring everyone and putting all of your focus on the ball. The entire practice, you felt light headed and drained. Fortunately, practice ended right as you felt like you were going to pass out.

You changed as fast as you could and pulled out your phone.

Dadza

Come outside, I’m here to pick you up

You felt a dread pool in your stomach as you stared at the text. Did he find out? Was he going to kick you out for being gay? Wilbur and Techno wouldn’t let him do that to you, right? Reluctantly, you left the sanctuary of the bathroom stall and rushed out of the locker room and out of the school. Sure enough, your dad’s car was parked in the parking lot. You glanced over to where Haley’s car was parked last night and saw glimpses of you and her chasing each other and laughing into the night sky without a care in the world before you ripped your gaze away to stare at your walking feet.

You reached your dad’s car and sat in the passenger seat. Your dad grinned at you. “Hey hun, how was practice?”

You merely shrugged your shoulders at him. You didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone at the moment. You felt extremely drained.

“What’s wrong, did something happen? You can talk to me.”

“...I’m just sad that the season’s over tomorrow.”

“Don’t be sad kid,” a gruff voice coming from behind you made you jump. “That’s pussy shit.”

You yelped and whipped your head around to look at whoever said that. Your uncle’s cocky grin greeted you. You felt yourself grin back at him.

“Uncle Schlatt!”

“The one and only.”

“How was your business trip? You’re home early.”

He rolled his eyes, “boring as hell. I’m so fucking glad I got out early, I woulda blew my brains out if I had to stay there any longer.”

“Schlatt!” Philza reprimanded him, glancing at him through the rearview mirror.

“What? I’m just telling the truth. I woulda!” He defended himself.

Your dad gripped the steering wheel. “You didn’t have to say it in front of (y/n).”

Schlatt scoffed, “please, she’s heard me say worse.”

As they bickered, you felt yourself zone out as you looked out the window. Houses and street signs passed by in a blur as the car moved down the road and pulled into your driveway. You got out as quickly as you could and made your way into the house alongside your uncle and dad. As soon as your uncle walked through the door, Tubbo barrelled into him and pulled him into a tight hug. Schlatt laughed loudly and bent over to pick him up into a hug. You smiled at the father and son as Philza gestured for you to follow him into the kitchen. He opened the oven to check on something cooking inside of it and turned to face you, leaning against the counter.

“So what’s really wrong?”

“I already told you, I’m sad the season’s almost over.”

“It’s something more than that,” as you opened your mouth he quickly added, “and you can’t say that it’s because you’re tired. I wasn’t born yesterday.”

You sighed and mimicked his actions. “...It’s just been a long day. I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

Without warning, he pulled you into a warm hug, your face being shoved into his shoulder and him rubbing circles into your back. “That’s okay, just talk to me when you’re ready. I won’t push you.”

That broke you. Throwing your arms around him, you started to sob into his shoulder. He started to rock you back and forth whispering reassurances into your ear.

“That’s good, let it all out.”

“I love you so much.”

“I’m here for you.”

With each sentence to fall out of his mouth, you felt more at ease and safe. Your dad always did a great job at making people feel safe, that was just his natural talent. After a while, you pulled away from him.

“Do you feel better?”

You smiled tiredly at him, “Yeah, I really needed a hug.”

He turned around to check on dinner, “I bet, you look like you’ve been to hell and back. You don’t have to tell me what happened, but just know that I’m always here for you and I love you.”

The rest of the family flooded the kitchen after a while of you two talking. Dinner went by with Schlatt laughing loudly and telling stories about the people he met on his business trip. Every now and then, Wilbur and Techno would glance at you, but you ignored them. You just wanted dinner to end so you could pass out in your bed. Once dinner was over, you helped your dad gather everybody’s plate and put them into the sink. The rest of your little family went to the living room to start a game of Monopoly. The last time you all played that ended in fresh bruises and shed tears.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed, I have to get some rest for finals tomorrow.”

“But (y/n), it’s Monopoly! You love Monopoly,” Tommy exclaimed.

“That’s alright, you look dead on your feet kid. Go get some sleep.”

“Thanks Uncle Schlatt. Goodnight everyone, love ya.”

A flurry of goodnights and love you’s follow you as you leave the room and drug yourself up the stairs. Without a second thought, you closed your curtains and plopped face first onto your bed. You passed out without even making sure you were fully on your bed.

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