#‘like i accept i just don’t understand ’ well you’re not trying very hard to understand it either babes

[siilent-wanderer]

Flowers and Firsts

Wonyoung alt ending of Halfway to Something

Word Count: 1.2k words

Jang Wonyoung x fem!reader x Jang Daah

The event had gone better than expected. Y/N gave her speech, rallied the crowd, stood tall for the org she’s worked so hard for. Applause still rings in her ears, though the auditorium is mostly empty now.

Y/N’s slipping out of her heels backstage, trying to get rid of the tightness in her calves, when someone taps her shoulder.

She turns and there she is.

Wonyoung, with her hair tucked neatly behind her ears, still in her neat white blouse and dark jeans. She’s holding a small bouquet of daisies and lavender.

“You—”

She smiles, already knowing what Y/N was about to say. “I waited. Thought you might need something soft after tonight.”

Y/N accepts the flowers, eyes dipping to the handwritten note tucked in the ribbon: You did so well, Y/N. Proud of you, always. –W.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

But Wonyoung doesn't leave. In fact, she steps a little closer. Her fingers play with the hem of her sleeve, a rare sign of nerves from someone so usually composed.

“I meant every word in that card,” she says softly. “You’re amazing, Y/N. You make everything look effortless — even when I know how much pressure you’re under. You’re smart, you’re kind, you care about people even when they don’t give back.”

Y/N opens her mouth, but Wonyoung’s still going.

“I didn’t want to say anything while things were messy. While I wasn’t sure what you wanted. But if it wasn’t obvious, I’ve liked you for a while, and I figured if I didn’t say it now, someone else might.”

Someone else might.

“I’m not saying you have to pick me. I just want you to know that if you do…” Her voice lowers. “I’ll make sure you always feel safe with me. Always feel chosen.”

Y/N looks down at the flowers again, then back at her.

And suddenly, everything feels very, very still.

“I choose you, Wony,” Y/N says quietly.

The younger Jang blinks, once. Then twice. Then she breaks into that smile — the one she rarely shows anyone. It’s not perfect or poised; it’s just real.

And when she hugs her — arms warm, steady, a little trembling — Y/N realizes: maybe love doesn’t have to be dramatic or loud. Maybe it’s just this.

Someone waiting for her at the end of the stage. Someone holding flowers. Someone who chose her first, and would do it all over again.

Wonyoung doesn’t let go immediately.

Instead, she rests her chin lightly on Y/N’s shoulder, arms still around her as if she’s afraid that moving too soon might shatter the moment. And Y/N holds her just as tightly.

Then she feels Wonyoung breathe out — like she’s been holding it in for weeks. Maybe even longer.

“You really mean it?” she asks, so softly once could almost miss it.

Y/N leans back just enough to see her face. “Yeah. I mean it.”

Wonyoung blinks hard. Then lets out a small laugh — a mixture of relief and disbelief.

“I thought I’d lost you,” she says. “That every time I tried to get closer, I was just… too late.”

“You weren’t,” Y/N says. “I was just scared. I didn’t know how to be fair to both of you.”

Wonyoung nods slowly, her eyes glimmering. “And Daah unnie…?”

Y/N pauses. “She’ll understand, right? We’ll talk.”

Something flickers in the younger Jang’s expression — part guilt, part ache — but she swallows it down.

“I don’t want this to break what you have with her,” Y/N adds gently.

Wonyoung exhales. “It won’t. We’ll be okay. She’s stronger than she looks.”

Y/N nods, and a quiet settles between the both of them before Y/N pulls away to face the problem she’s been fearing most.

Daah doesn’t go to the celebration dinner.

She climbs the fire exit ladder instead, the way she always does when she needs air. Or space. Or silence.

The sounds of the event still echo faintly below — laughter, cheers, someone’s Spotify playlist. But she tunes it all out.

She already knows.

She’d seen them. From a distance. Y/N, with the flowers in her hand. Wonyoung, with her eyes full of something she hadn’t seen in her in a long time. The kind of gaze people usually save for once-in-a-lifetime moments.

Daah hadn’t stayed long enough to see what followed. She didn’t need to.

She’d always known her sister loved deeply — but when she saw the way Wonyoung looked at Y/N, she realized just how deeply. So, she leans against the railing now, hoodie up, hands in her pockets, and lets the wind bite her a little.

The door opens behind her, but she doesn’t have to turn around to know who it is.

“Unnie…”

“Hey.” Her voice is casual. Too casual.

Y/N steps closer, quiet on her feet. “You left early.”

“Didn’t feel like seeing everyone drunk off chicken wings and fruit punch,” she says with a shrug. “How’d it go?”

Y/N hesitates, but says it anyway, “Wonyoung and I talked.”

Daah nods once. “I figured.”

Silence stretches between them, not quite awkward but not peaceful either.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, voice gentle. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Y/N.” Daah finally looks at her. And when she does, there’s no malice. No bitterness. Just a soft, tired acceptance. “You don’t have to apologize for choosing someone.”

Y/N bites her lip. “Still… I don’t want things to be weird. I still want to be your friend. If you’re okay with that.”

There’s a beat. Then another.

Daah turns back to the skyline. “You’re the kind of person people can’t help but fall for,” she says quietly. “You made me forget I had a guard up. That doesn’t happen often.”

Y/N’s heart squeezes at her words.

“But yeah,” she adds after a moment. “I’d still like to be your friend. Just give me a few days to recalibrate my brain.”

Y/N chuckles, sad and grateful all at once. “Deal.”

Daah finally smiles — not wide, not bright, but still genuine.

In that moment, something shifts. Not an ending, exactly. Just a redirection. A quiet promise of peace between them.

One semester later

It’s another university fair. Different year, new members, but the same energy — tents lining the quad, org booths decorated with excessive glitter, half-finished signages fluttering in the wind.

Y/N’s helping tie up the student volunteer banner when she hears her name called.

“Hey, lover! Zip ties?”

Wonyoung appears beside her, already holding up two rolls with a grin.

They’ve been together for six months now. It’s a quiet kind of love — steady, playful, soft at the edges but deeply rooted. They know each other’s schedules by heart. Wonyoung always brings an extra umbrella. Y/N always keeps an extra charger in her bag. Small things. Shared rhythms.

“Need help?” someone says behind them.

They turn and there’s Daah, clipboard in hand, a faint smirk on her lips. Her hair’s shorter now. She looks lighter, somehow.

“Hey,” Y/N says, surprised but genuinely glad.

Daah nods. “I’m handling safety checks. Of course I’d be here. Still the responsible sibling.”

Wonyoung rolls her eyes. “Says the one who almost set off the fire alarm with that electric kettle last week.”

Daah scoffs. “You’ll never let that go.”

Y/N laughs, and for a moment, it feels like balance again.

They still don’t talk about what happened. Not in detail. But there’s no more ache when their eyes meet. No more weight in the silences.

Just a quiet understanding.

When Wonyoung later tugs Y/N away to share takoyaki on the curb, Daah watches from across the lot — then turns back to her checklist with a soft exhale.

She’s fine. Really.

And when she glances over one last time, it’s not sadness in her eyes.

It’s peace.

Rain and Realizations

[brokenmenswhore]

can we get a part 2 to proposition? 🥺😩

i have NEVER gotten so many comments or inbox requests for something IN MY LIFE. here you go you horny fuckers i love you lots

a proposition: accepted | poly!marauders

#2

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)

warnings: exhibitionism/voyeurism (MDNI 18+), smut, virginity loss

a/n: there will be a part 3 IF y’all want it :)

a proposition: masterlist

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“How exactly does this work?” you asked, looking around the table in search of an answer from anyone present. You were excited, and you accepted the offer immediately, but now craved more detail.

“The only people we have sex with are the people at this table,” James began to explain, “so it’s relationship-y in that sense, but none of us are coupled off or anything.”

“You guys don’t get worried about favorites?”

Dorcas and Lily smiled and let out a small ‘aweh’ at your innocence.

“Everyone brings something different to the table,” Dorcas began to explain, “for instance, I’m not getting the same head from Mary that I’m getting from James.”

Your cheeks reddened and your eyes widened at her crude statement. If you were going to do this, sex had to be something you were comfortable talking about, so you pushed your nerves down with a swallow, but the whole table could already sense your innocence.

“Do we, like, all do it, like, at the same time? Or-“

Sirius smiled. You were fucking perfect for this if that’s the idea you had in your head.

“We can,” Sirius took over, “or sometimes it’s just two of us, three of us, or whatever. As long as you’re only sexually active with the people at this table.”

“Are you sexually active with anyone else?” Alecto asked.

You swallowed hard. “N-no.”

“Ok, and what are your limits?”

You looked at Remus in confusion.

“We gotta ask a couple questions to know what you’re comfortable with,” he explained, but your confusion maintained.

“My limits?”

“Well, when you’ve had sex before, was there anything you didn’t like? Anything you would want any of us doing with you?”

You stared at Remus, hoping someone would ask another question and change the subject. Your silence was more telling than a verbal answer would have been.

“You have had sex, yeah?”

You dropped your head, your eyesight on your thighs where Sirius’s hand rested. You began to fidget with your fingers in nervousness.

Sirius shifted in his chair to adjust the uncomfortability of his growing hardness. He knew you were innocent, but he didn’t know you were that innocent.

“Is it really a good idea for us to bring a virgin into this?” Lily asked, immediately turning to you, “not that we don’t want you, love, but are you okay with this? Like really okay with it?”

“Yeah,” you responded, “but if you guys aren’t okay with-“

A chorus of “no no no we are!” and “it’s okay!” erupted from nearly everyone trying to assure you they were not having doubts of their own, but concerns for you.

“We’ll take it easy at first, and you just tell whoever you’re with if you aren’t comfortable with something, how about that?” James proposed, “we’ll work our way up to other things. No rush.”

You nodded your head, smiling at his understanding. “Yeah, yeah I like that.”

“Good,” Sirius said, “so you just stop me if you want to.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you looked at Sirius, who looked back at you as if he was doing nothing, but the hand on your thigh began to move.

You gasped lightly as Sirius moved higher and higher up your thigh, the only thing between his hand and your core being your underwear. He ran a finger over the cloth, a wet spot forming quickly as he rubbed between your folds.

Your cheeks were on fire as you looked around the table, and everyone was looking at you.

You suddenly became very self conscious, and leaned into the crook of Sirius’s neck, whispering, “they’re all just gonna watch?”

“Mhm,” Sirius hummed in your hair, tracing the band of your underwear, “that okay?”

He then dipped a finger beneath your underwear, finding your clit and slowly circling around the bud. No one but you had ever done this before, and it was exhilarating and embarrassing all at once.

“Can’t people see?” you whispered.

Sirius chuckled. He was so amused and having so much fun with you, as was everyone. “We gotcha covered, doll.”

The pet name drove you crazy, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as Sirius began to feel you.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, but he advised you against it. “Let ‘em see your pretty face,” he said, “you’re here because we all wanna see this.”

Your heart was pounding, and barely anything had started, but you could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

You adjusted so that you were resting your head against Sirius’s shoulder, but could still see everyone, and they could still see you.

Sirius took the opportunity of your movement to move his fingers lower and insert one into you, causing your hips to jolt and you to moan in surprise.

“Sh,” Sirius warned, placing a kiss on top of your head, “we’re still in a restaurant, remember?”

You did not remember. Your thoughts were clouded by the pleasure and embarrassment you were experiencing.

Remus looked around the vicinity of the table to ensure no one else was in earshot, and he leaned over the wood, lowly saying, “you wanna show us all how you come?”

You had never experienced dirty talk, and didn’t comprehend that it was rhetorical.

Your voice was strained and low as you did your best to say, “sure.”

Both Evan and Lily giggled to each other. “You didn’t have to answer, honey, just relax. Sirius is a master at this stuff.”

Sirius pumped his finger in and out of you, your spongy walls convulsing around the digit as his thumb rubbed your clit, intensifying the pleasure.

You felt a drop in the pit of your stomach, and you knew what it meant. You tapped Mary’s shoulder next to you. It was the nearest thing, and you hoped she would catch on.

“What’s up?” she asked, playing dumb.

You only tapped her more fervently.

“Gotta use your words, angel,” James chimes in, “we all wanna hear you say it.”

You took a deep breath, nearly whispering, “I think I’m gonna come, Sirius, I-“

Sirius moved his hand faster and faster, and he was nearly growling as you leaned your body against his, finding comfort in him as you came around his fingers, your legs shaking from the intensity.

Everyone at the table began to cheer as a tease. Sirius removed his hand from you, looking you directly in the eyes as he licked your juices off of his fingers.

You gazed up at him through hooded eyes, attempting to catch your breath as your body adjusted to the absence of pleasure again.

“Is it okay if I stay here for a while?” you asked, referring to your head resting on Sirius’s shoulder.

“Of course,” he answered, looking to everyone else, “good pick on my part, I’d say.”

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“What’s up?” you asked James the next day as he sat across from you at your usual table in the library.

“They sent me to ask you because they think I’m the nicest,” James said.

“Ask me what?” you asked.

“Well,” James started, “you know, you’re a part of this thing now, and they just- we just- oh my god. Do you have a preference on who you lose your virginity to?”

Your eyes widened. “Do I have a preference?”

“This is all consent based, we aren’t just gonna decide something like that for you.”

“Are you asking me to pick one of you to give it up to?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Doesn’t it make me an asshole if I don’t say you?”

“Why would it?” James questioned.

“Because you’re the one asking me.”

“I have Lily and Dorcas’s, I’m set,” James said, “taking Lily’s was a win.”

“You’re such a guy,” you joked.

“You’re avoiding the question,” James retorted. “Sirius is the one who wanted to bring you into this in the first place, you know.”

You began to blush. “I’m scared of Sirius.”

“Scared? What do you mean?”

“Yesterday was fun, but for my first time, I’m scared he’d be too rough.”

“Sirius is a big ol’ softie,” James said, leaning back in his chair, “but fair enough. No pressure, angel, just let me know whenever you’re ready.”

You assumed that meant you had time, but James didn’t move.

“You really want an answer now, huh?”

“I kinda really do,” James smiled.

You contemplated your options, sifting through all the members of the group that you could choose from. You would be okay with a few of them, but one felt especially right.

“Remus,” you said.

James nodded. “Remus it is.”

“This feels weird.”

“You could just tell him yourself,” James said, standing up, leaving you with the idea to do so.

After classes has ended, you stood outside the Gryffindor common room, waiting for anyone you knew to walk by and let you in.

“Fuckin’ hell, you guys take forever,” you said as Lily approached, “can you let me in? I need to talk to Remus.”

Lily smiled. “Yeah you do,” she giggled.

She let you into the common room and directed you to the boys dormitories. You crept up the staircase, unsure of who would be there and not wanting to intrude or see something you shouldn’t.

Up the stairs, you found Remus, James, and Evan.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey,” Evan responded, “you need something?”

“Would you guys mind if I spoke to Remus real quick?”

James and Evan didn’t answer, but instead just stood up and began to leave. When James was next to you, he leaned in and whispered, “hope it’s not real quick,” before departing.

You blushed and turned to Remus, who was kind enough to act like he didn’t know why you were there.

“What’s up?” Remus asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I know James told everyone about our conversation, you don’t have to play dumb, though I do appreciate it.”

“Not playin’ dumb, baby, just wanna hear you ask for what you came here for.”

You took a deep breath and sat down next to Remus, the mattress sinking beneath you. “As you know, I’m a virgin.”

Remus chuckled. “I know.”

“I’d kinda like to not be.”

Remus smiled. “So ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me,” he repeated, “can’t give you what you want if you don’t explicitly ask for it.”

You sighed. “I want you to please take my virginity, Remus.”

“Atta girl,” Remus said, leaning over and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

You reciprocated instantly, shifting your body closer to his as you deepened the kiss. You were not entirely confident in what you were doing, but you listened to your body, which had never been needier.

Remus guided your body down against the mattress, and pulled away when you were laying down.

“You can move back,” he said, and you used your arms to push yourself backward, allowing your entire body to rest against the bed.

“I’m gonna take it easy on you, just tell me if anything is too much, okay?”

“Okay.”

Remus kissed you again, and simultaneously pulled your skirt and underwear off of your legs in one action.

“You want this off?” he said, tugging at the bottom of your top.

“Can we maybe just leave it on? Baby steps, right?”

Remus gave you a sweet smile. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, baby.”

“Are you allowed to call me that?”

Remus was slightly taken aback. “What, baby? Yeah, why not?”

“It sounds relationship-y.”

“Sex is relationship-y.”

“But I thought we weren’t supposed to be relationship-y.”

“You’re about to lose your virginity, and you’re worried about if it’s ethically alright for me to call you baby?”

You blushed.

“I can call you whatever I want, and right now, you’re my baby, okay?”

“Okay,” you responded.

“Unless you don’t like it.”

“No, no, I do.”

Remus laughed. “Okay then, baby.”

You smiled as you pulled his lips back to yours. You were already soaking wet, but Remus still took the time for foreplay to ensure you were wet enough for it to be comfortable.

He softly rubbed circles on your clit, and you instinctively threw your head back against the mattress, sighing in pleasure.

He only stayed for a few moments before moving his hand lower and inserting one, then two, fingers into you. You didn’t really need the foreplay, but he felt bad fucking you without it. He needed to make sure you were ready, especially if you didn’t know how to tell yourself.

He pumped his fingers in and out a few times before removing them completely and unbuttoning his trousers, pushing them down, and crawling back on top of you.

“Are you ready?” he checked in.

“Yes,” you said, deciding explicit verbal consent was important.

Remus pumped his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. He pushed the very tip of his head in, getting his bearings before he drifted his gaze to your face, desperate to watch your reaction to feeling him for the first time.

He pushed in slowly, pausing for brief moments anytime your face contorted a little more than usual, and he took his time. He was in no rush, and he was focused on your comfort, which you appreciated.

When he finally bottomed out inside of you, he stilled, waiting for you to adjust to his size.

“You alright?” he checked in when you hadn’t opened your eyes or made a noise for a solid 30 seconds.

“I’m alright,” you assured him, “you can move.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

Remus slowly pulled partially out of you before pushing back in. He was moving excruciatingly slow, and was fighting with all his strength not to ruthlessly fuck you into oblivion.

He began to pull out a little more with each thrust, studying your face to gage your comfort levels. By the time he was pulling almost all the way out he could physically see your muscles relax.

“How ya doin’?”

“I’m okay,” you whined, “hurts a little, but it’s going away now.”

“You wanna stop?”

“No, please keep moving,” you moaned.

Remus growled lowly and began to fuck into you again, moving slightly faster, but it wasn’t enough for you.

The burning pain had dissipated, and now all you wanted was more.

“Remus, please, faster,” you whimpered, and Remus’s body instantly responded.

He began to move faster and faster, setting a steady, relatively fast pace as he fucked in and out of you.

You ran your fingers through the hair on the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss as he fucked you, allowing him to swallow your moans and whines.

“Shit, you feel so good,” Remus praised, “I forgot how tight virgins are.”

His words added to your arousal, and you began to squeeze Remus’s cock, adding to his pleasure.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “I won’t last if you do that.”

“Can’t help it,” you moaned out.

Remus began to fuck you even faster, and your back arched up off of the bed at the new intensity. Remus took the opportunity to wrap an arm around your waist and hold you closer to him.

You were squirmy and whiny. “Relax, baby,” Remus cooed, “just let it feel good.”

You took a deep breath and tried to relax, relishing in the feeling of Remus’s cock pumping in and out of you.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed in response, “can’t- gonna-“

“You wanna come?” Remus taunted, “you wanna come on my cock?”

You nodded your head frantically, grabbing at the arms propped up directly next to your head for any support you could find.

“Wanna feel you, baby,” Remus whispered in your ear, and his words did you in.

You squeezed Remus tight as you came. Your back would have arched more if Remus wasn’t holding it in place. Your thighs were shaking violently as you continued to squeeze around him.

He forced himself to slow down as you came down from your high. When your breathing had reset, he pulled out of you, giving his cock a few pumps with his hand before he released onto the sheets next to your waist.

You wiped sweat-soaked hair from your forehead. “You could have done that on me.”

Remus grinned, “I could have, huh?” He leaned in and kissed you before standing up to retrieve you a towel.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, thank you, Rem.”

Remus’s heart swelled at the small nickname. “Fuckin wait until I tell everyone about this.”

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[katsu28]

oscar's a grouch (or is he?)

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: to your knowledge, oscar piastri really doesn't like you. but a night out in monaco makes you realize that maybe you don't know oscar's feelings towards you quite as well as you think you do. (3.7k)

warnings: swearing, unwanted advances from a man (not oscar, don't worry), a smidge of landoscar if u squint really hard

a/n: idk about y'all but this summer break is killing me 😭 i just wanna see my boys on track again is that too much to ask. anyways here's some oscar bc he's been giving literal crumbs lately (except for casually mentioning his broken fucking rib)

You’re not even sure what you're celebrating tonight. 

All you know is Lando called you a few hours ago demanding you come to some club with him and a few of his other driver friends, and who were you to deny yourself a fun night out? Especially one where you can put all your drinks on Lando’s tab. (You’re not a gold digger—Lando refuses to let you pay for most things when you go out because he, and you quote, ‘makes a shit ton of money, so why not use it’.) 

Now you’re here, sipping the last of your third (fourth maybe?) drink of the night until there’s nothing but ice. 

The music blasting through the club is so loud you feel the bass thumping in your chest, and it only gets louder when you venture through the crowd in search of the group you came with.

Somehow you’d gotten separated, but it’s really not too hard to locate them. All you have to do is look for a very tall, very polite looking British man a head taller than everyone else, and then you’ve found George Russell.

He spots you too, beckoning you over into the VIP section with a cool nod of his head. All the other drivers are around too—Carlos winks at you over the rather brightly patterned mini umbrella in his drink, Max tips his glass at you as you make your way by. 

Charles and Oscar sit together on a sofa further into the section, seeming deep in conversation, but look up as you pass them. The Monegasque reaches up to give you a fist bump, and Oscar just blinks at you, taking a measured swig of his beer. You fight the urge to sigh at his standoffishness. 

Over the years, Lando’s friends have quickly become your friends too, but Oscar Piastri is an enigma you have yet to crack. You know he’s on the quieter side because Lando had warned you of it before you’d met Oscar for the first time, but you weren’t expecting completely and totally icy.

The Oscar that Lando always talks about excitedly is an entirely different person than the Oscar you’ve become familiar with. 

It seems like he can barely look you in the eye whenever you try to make small talk with him, and you don’t think you’ve ever been alone with him because he always finds a way to slip away before you can even try to make a genuine connection with him. 

What makes things even better (read: worse) is that despite all that, you’ve grown a small crush on Oscar. You’re not sure how, and you’re not sure why, but that doesn’t make your feelings any less real. You’ve accepted that this is just the way things will always be with him, you with a pesky crush and him not wanting anything to do with you. 

You find Lando quickly, bopping around to the beat of the song playing without a care in the world. He looks like he’s having the time of his life, and when he spots you, he positively beams, waving wildly at you. 

“Hey, you!” He exclaims. “How are you? I love you!” 

“I love you too!” You chuckle. “I was gonna get another drink, d’you want anything?” 

“What?” He yells, brows furrowing. “You’re gonna dye your hair pink?”

“Another drink, dummy! Do you want another drink?” You make sure he’s looking at you this time, over-enunciating your words, so he’ll understand them. He narrows his eyes at you in the dim lighting but gets the gist of your question, perking up at the possibility of yet another drink. 

“More vodka shots, baby! One for you, one for me! No, one for everyone!” He giggles, slinging an arm around your shoulders.

His movement is so enthusiastic he nearly tips the two of you over, stumbling on his feet clumsily. You’re quick to push him back into an upright position, grimacing with effort as you trudge over to the nearest sofa and deposit him onto the seat unceremoniously. 

“Oh, this is nice,” He sighs, stroking the leather dreamily. “I should—I should get one of these for my place. D’you think they’d let me take it home?” 

“I really don’t think so, Lan,” You reply, amused. “Stay here. Don’t leave this sofa.” 

Lando groans, tilting his head back against the cushions. “Okay, mum. God!” 

Right, so maybe he doesn’t need those extra shots after all. 

You shoot him one more stern look before leaving him behind and heading for the bar, quietly tasking Carlos with making sure Lando doesn’t do anything stupid while you’re gone. 

There’s an empty spot at the bar when you approach, and you slide in, fingers tapping on the countertop idly as you wait for the bartender to finish up other drinks. 

“Hey.” 

You glance to your left to see a man you don’t recognize, smiling at you.

“Hi.” You say back, pressing your lips into a polite smile. You’re hoping that’ll be the end of the conversation, because you’re not really in the mood to be talking to someone you don’t know when all you’re trying to do is order something. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone in a club like this?” His eyes rake over you from head to toe as he says it, shamelessly checking you out with a glint in his eye that makes you feel dirty. 

You take a small, calculated step backward, and much to your dismay, he takes that as an invitation to inch forward. “I’m with a group of friends.” 

“Are they all as attractive as you?” He must think he’s being smooth, but it just makes you even more uncomfortable. 

“Pretty sure they’re not your type,” You reply flatly. “Unless you’re into dudes.” 

The man’s nostrils flare, like you’re accusing him of something absurd. “I’m not. I’ve only dated girls. Really hot girls.” 

“Uh…good for you? I don’t really—” 

“What’s your name? I bet it’s something sexy.” 

“Y’know, my friends are probably wondering where I am, so I’m just gonna—” 

“What’s the rush, sweetheart? I’m just trying to get to know you,” He drawls, stroking clammy fingers over the back of your hand. You yank it away, reaching up to adjust the strap of your top just so he wasn’t touching you anymore. Maybe a little bit harsh, but the vibe you’re getting from him isn’t good at all. 

“I have a boyfriend,” You reply stiffly. It’s a boldfaced lie, but you're hoping you sound convincing enough to get this guy off your case. He’s starting to make you nervous. 

He takes an overdramatic look at your surroundings before focusing back on you, shrugging. “I don’t see one.” 

As if the universe is presenting you with a way out, you spot Oscar walking by at that very second, and before you can think you're grabbing his hand, tugging him towards you. He comes willingly, but looks slightly confused as you tuck yourself close to him.

He’s definitely not your first choice, but right now you don't think you can afford to be picky. At least it's someone you know. 

You pop up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, lips almost pressed to his cheek as you whisper, “Please play along.”

His eyes flick between you and your unwanted conversation partner, and for a moment you think he might blow your cover, but he slides an arm around you after you turn back around, resting his hand on the small of your back. 

You force yourself to ignore the effect it has on you, instead opting to press a little more into his side. His torso is firm under your trembling hands, tense if anything, but the steady rise and fall of his level breathing provides comfort. 

“We got a problem here, mate?” Oscar’s voice sounds more serious than you've ever heard it, and when you look up at him, he looks downright scary.  He towers over both you and the guy you're desperately trying to get rid of, brow furrowed, jaw set. You’re glad that look has never been aimed at you.

The guy shifts nervously on his feet, but still holds his ground. Not a good idea, anyone with an ounce of common sense could see that. “No problems, just trying to have a friendly conversation.” 

“Doesn’t look very friendly to me. Looks like you’re bothering my girlfriend.” 

“Dunno what to tell you, mate. We were just chatting, weren’t we, sweetheart?” 

You wrinkle your nose in disgust, feeling safe enough to do so tucked under Oscar’s arm like you are right now. This guy might be a fucking creep, but he’s not stupid enough to go up against Oscar. “No.” 

He glowers at you, and you feel Oscar’s palm come around, curling around your waist protectively. “Seems like that’s settled then. I reckon you should leave now.” Oscar’s tone leaves absolutely no room for discussion.

Is it wrong that you find it hot? 

“Fine. Don’t need to waste my time on bitches anyways.” 

Oscar stiffens. He moves forward like he’s about to throw a punch, but you’re quicker, splaying your palm over his very sturdy chest to stop him before he does anything rash. You don’t think it’ll go over too well with McLaren higher ups if they learn that one of their drivers got into a fight at a club. 

“He’s not worth it, Osc,” You say softly. He looks down at you, sees the look in your eyes, and his posture relaxes just a little bit. You’re not sure how long the two of you hold each other’s gaze, but when you finally tear your eyes away from his, the guy is long gone. 

Only then do you step away from Oscar, straightening yourself out as much as you can given how things could’ve ended had he not been there to save your ass. He steps away too. With the guy no longer around, there’s no reason for you to be that close together. 

“You alright?” He mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. Even in the dim lighting of the club, you can see how red his cheeks are. 

“Yeah. Fine. That guy was just really freaking me out.” 

“Are you sure? That you’re okay, I mean. ‘Cause yeah, that guy was a creep.” 

“Total creep,” You agree, bobbing your head. “But I’m sure. I’m, uh, I’m sorry for putting you on the spot like that. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not been there, so…thank you. I know it was probably a little hard for you, but thanks anyways.” 

That last part was likely not necessary, but you’re a smidge tipsy right now. You’ll blame your loose lips on the alcohol. 

Oscar’s brow pinches in the middle, head tilting in confusion. “What?” 

“Pretending to be my boyfriend. Pretending to like me.” 

“Why would that be hard for me?” 

“Uh, I dunno, maybe ‘cause you don’t.” 

“You—wait, you think I don’t like you?” Oscar looks truly befuddled at your insinuation, and you frown, because from your side of things, it’s pretty damn clear. 

“I’m not, like, upset or hurt, or anything. You have a right to dislike whoever you want, I don’t care,” You shrug, craning your neck to look for the bartender. 

“It’s not true.” 

You hum absentmindedly, not really paying attention to his words. Where was that damn bartender? You need that drink, now. Oscar’s fingers wrap around your forearm loosely, but tight enough to grab your attention again. “What?” 

“I don’t…not like you.” 

“I said I don’t care, Oscar. You don’t have to try and make me feel better. It’s fine,” You assure him. You really wish he’d stop pushing the subject. “Just drop it, yeah? Thanks for the save, you can go back to the group now.” 

He regards you blankly for a long few seconds, then he opens his mouth, and just when you think he’s about to say something, it snaps shut. Then he pivots on his heel and starts to walk away. You roll your eyes, turning back to the bar. After all this, you definitely need another drink. Preferably a strong one. 

Maybe you’ll get those shots Lando wanted after all. 

The bartender finally spots you and you sigh in relief, glad and ready to finally get what you came for, but before you can get a word out, you’re being dragged away by the hand. 

You nearly scream, your mind jumping to the worst conclusion before your gaze lands on the same broad shoulders, the same head of brown hair that had just left you not seconds ago. It’s Oscar pulling you through the crowd, and even though you’re beyond relieved, you’re also confused and a little bit pissed off. 

“What’re you—hey! Oscar!” You have to shout over the pulsing music, but either he can’t hear you or he’s choosing to ignore you, because he doesn’t stop. 

He muscles through the crowd with surprising ease with you stumbling along behind him until you’re outside the club, in some sort of private patio area. There’s no one else out here and you’re glad for it, because you have half a mind to yell at him.

Oscar drops your hand, running his fingers through his hair, and when he looks up, you detect confliction in those big brown eyes of his. It almost derails your thought process, but you scowl. 

“What is your problem?” You snap, folding your arms over your chest angrily. 

“You think I don’t like you.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. “This again? Fucking hell, I told you to forget about it, Oscar. I meant that.” 

“No, I’m not gonna—you said it, so you obviously meant it. I wanna know why,” He insists. “Why do you think I don’t like you?” 

“Maybe because you haven’t exactly given me anything else to go off of? You always brush me off when I try to talk to you, and when I do get you to have a conversation with me, you can barely look me in the eye. And I swear, it’s like you find every excuse to not be around me.” 

You can’t resist the urge to allow a slightly bitter sounding laugh escape you because, fuck, no matter how many times you tell yourself that you don’t care what Oscar thinks of you, that you don’t give a crap about how it looks like he’s only this way with you, you do care. 

You care so much it makes you want to scream into the void. You shouldn’t care, but you do. 

“So you can say that it’s not true, you can tell me I’m wrong all you want, but I’m just telling it as I see it.” 

Oscar blinks at you again in that way he always does when you talk, the way that makes you want to smack him upside the head but also kiss him senseless too, just to see if he’d react differently. 

“I’m an idiot,” He says. You press your lips together. There won’t be any denying that fact from you. 

He groans, tipping his back towards the sky. “I’m an idiot. It’s not because I don’t like you. It’s—” He pauses, sighing. Crossing his arms, uncrossing them, weighing his options. “It’s because I do like you. A lot. I like you to the point where I don’t know how to act around you without the fear I might do or say something stupid, and then you’ll think I’m a dickhead.” 

“So you thought completely icing me out was…you not being a dickhead?” 

He wrinkles his nose, like he's just realized what his actions must’ve looked like to an outside party. “Oh. That’s not what I meant to….fuck, you must think I’m such a—”

“Dickhead?” You supply helpfully. He nods, shoulders slumping. 

You’re used to long stretches of silence with Oscar, but this one feels different. Now that you know he doesn’t totally hate your guts, the silence isn’t totally unbearable. He steps closer, watching you, gauging your reaction to his movements like you’re some sort of unpredictable creature. 

If anything, Oscar’s the unpredictable one. 

“So…” You start, tilting your head. “You like me?” 

Oscar exhales sharply, nodding. “Guess it might be a bit of a shocker, but I do.”  

“And you already know I like you.” 

“I’ve noticed, yeah,” He says, lips quirking up into a small smile. “What do we do now?”

“Maybe we take things slow. Get to know each other first, ‘cause I dunno if you’ve noticed, but one of us spent a lot of time ignoring the other,” You lilt, half joking. Oscar rolls his eyes playfully, but nods his agreement nonetheless. “I think for now, we should get back inside. I’ve got to make sure Lando hasn’t tried to steal the sofa from right out the section.” 

Oscar’s nose scrunches, head cocking to the side in bewilderment. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it another time.” 

“How about tomorrow over dinner?” He blurts, running a hand through his hair. It flops right back into place, one stray curl hanging over his forehead that he doesn’t seem to notice as he smiles hopefully at you. 

“I’d like that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Duh.” 

His smile grows bigger, pushing up his cheeks so much it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges. You’ve never been the receiver of this smile before, and now that you are, you never want him to stop smiling at you like this. “Okay. Okay, cool. I’ll text you.” 

“Don’t you need my number for that?” 

“Oh, I’ve uh, I’ve got it already. I nabbed it from Lando’s phone a while ago. Just in case I gathered up the courage to message you. Which I didn’t, as you could probably tell,” He replied, letting out a breathy chuckle. “I wanted to though. I just—I didn’t know what to say.” 

“How’d you get into his phone?” 

He snorts this time, raising a brow at you. “His password’s 4444. Not exactly mission impossible.” 

You really need to have a talk with your friend about Internet safety one of these days. 

The aforementioned friend throws his hands up into the air when he spots you making your way back into the section as soon as you re-enter the club, bouncing over to you to wrap you in a giant hug. Lando mumbles something you can’t understand into your ear and giggles, then spots Oscar lingering behind you and positively screeches, reaching to pull him into the hug too. 

You don’t have time to get your arms out of where they’re trapped against your sides in Lando’s surprisingly vice-like grip before Oscar stumbles forward into your back at his friend’s harsh tug, cheek smushing against the top of your head. The muttered sorry he offers you does nothing to quell your rocket fast heartbeat at being this close to him for the first time.

“Look at us!” Lando hiccups, squeezing you both as tight as he can. Not an easy feat when you’re hugging two people at once. He bumps his forehead against yours gently to draw your attention back to him. (More like lightly headbutted, but you remain un-concussed so you won’t hold it against him.) “Hey, you’re in a papaya sandwich!” 

Oscar’s low chuckle vibrates through his chest and you feel it rumble through you too. You also feel his pinky curl around your own, thumb pressing against the inside of your wrist tenderly. 

It’s a subtle gesture, one that might not seem like much to anyone else, but you’ve gone from sort of acquaintances to something a little more than friends in the span of less than an hour.

Are you even friends now? You can’t even answer that. You like him and he likes you, but the only time you’ve ever spent together has been around other people. 

Still, only two points of contact—you’re not even holding hands and you think you might spontaneously combust. 

But you have to play it cool. 

The good thing about drunk Lando is that his attention span is close to zero, so he quickly grows bored of sandwiching you into a McLaren hug and wanders off again, most likely in search of another drink. You feel like it would be a good idea to stop him but you plop onto the nearest couch instead, letting your head tip against the back of it. 

To your surprise, Oscar motions for you to scooch over, slotting himself into the extra space you create. There’s a respectful distance left between yourselves, but then he leans towards you to be heard over the music.

“Your pulse was racing.” 

“Gee, I wonder why,” You muse. “Definitely not because of how I feel about you.” 

“Ha ha. You’re funny.” 

“See what you’ve been missing out on all this time?” You joke, head lolling to the side to grin at him. 

“I see it.” He’s looking at you unabashedly already, eyes drinking you in like he’s parched and you’re water. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, and god, you want to kiss him so bad right now. 

Instead you take a deep breath, fixing him to the spot with a pointed look. “Stop staring, or you’ll draw attention.” 

Oscar startles like he wasn’t aware he was staring that hard at you, mumbling out another apology before retreating back to his own bubble of space stiffly. 

You feel a tad guilty now. You didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you and Oscar haven’t even begun to understand what you are to each other yet, and the last thing you want is the driver rumor mill to start spinning its wheels about your budding relationship before you even knew if there was going to be a relationship. It’s the kind of thing you want to keep under wraps until the two of you figure things out. 

Sighing lightly, you slide your hand along the empty space separating you, curling your pinky around his the same way he did earlier. Part of you expects he’ll shy away, so when he reciprocates the action, you’re pleasantly relieved. 

There’s still quite a bit of getting to know each other to be done, but you’re excited to see what this next chapter with Oscar holds.

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[xazse]

I need a mermaid satoru and suguru (With pussies) x male reader where they both found the reader washed up and started to fight over him and who to marry him so they both started giving dowry every time and when they noticed it's working they offered their body instead, and you couldn't choose so you married both

Cw: Mermaid!SatoSugu x Male reader + they have pussies + smut + not proofread + fingering + nipple teasing + pussy eating? + rushed writing sorry + lots of cum mentioned + penetration + you have a big cock

Notes: FOR EVERYONE ASKING FOR MORE MERMAN!SATOSUGU (this is it for a while I won’t be doing part 2s until I finish my original request) <333 thank you and love u guys!!!!

“Satoru he’s breathing he doesn’t need mouth to mouth idiot..”

“Just in case, I can feel his breathing pattern delayed!”

“Stop-“ you can hear rustling and splashes of water slightly being thrown on your face-

“Toru, Toru-stop he’s waking”

A moment of silence passes before you finally open your eyes with a loud groan, your body feels like you’ve been thrown against the wall multiple times, and the other two men quietly bickering isn’t helping the throbbing headache.

Two faces pop up in your field of vision, looks of interest and curiosity beam right through you, two very beautiful men, strikingly beautiful are staring down at you with blank faces. A clicking noise bounces off your ears and suddenly the one of the two men are helping you sit up properly.

“Argh…” you wince in pain and grab the mans wrist, without realizing it you hold it in your palm too hard and he whines in pain, you pull away quickly and muster out an apology.

You look towards your helper and come face to face with strikingly blue eyes and a messy tuft of white hairs that stop a little below his neck, and he’s completely shirtless, you look further down and see his tail… his tail? A mermaid?

Have you drunk too much? His counterpart is staring at you between his long black hair that cascades around his built body, he’s also a mermaid, well their merman but how?!

Satoru and Suguru you learn their names, are fully real and not fake and you are not dreaming right now, they explained they found you coughing on water unconscious, so they swam up a little onto land as much as they could and stayed to care for you. You also learn that you’re very far away from home and it won’t be till awhile that you’ll be back.

While you wait you get to know you roommates a little better.

After months, almost leading up to a year, you can say you’ve become pretty close with Satoru and Suguru, you learn of their different personalities and just how they work in general.

The friendliness you’ve experienced from both of them has slowly started to fade into romance, you can see it in their eyes when they look at you that they are completely smitten, you can see it in the way they subtly and adorably try to find any excuse in the book to touch your arms or your chest.

They love you in their own little weird ways, Suguru bringing you little treasures he finds deep within the oceans, you always gratefully accept them and add them to your collection of trinkets, you love when his smile brightens at your overexerted reaction.

Satoru loves bringing you things he thinks are tasty in the ocean, he’ll bring you fish that he loves and things he thinks are sweet, he’s the one who loves touching you the most, giving you sweet hugs with his semi-wet body.

They start getting a little more pushy with you, it’s like they’re trying to one up each other with the types of gifts they give, when you’re given something the other can be heard making angry clicking noises in the back, you don’t understand what he’s saying but you know he’s pissed.

You try your best to calm them down when they get like this, it gets so heated to the point where they’ll try to fight one another, you’ve seen blood be shed before and the only thing that works is praising both of them in the same breath, they’ll stop with flushed looks as you coo and tell them great things about one another.

The gifts start increasing and the value of them starts growing, every gift becomes more and more sentimental and more filled with love, they keep doing it because you keep accepting it.

When they have no more gifts to offer they make it obvious about what they’ll give you in return for your love.

One evening when it’s just you and Satoru alone he makes the first move, looking up at you with the cutest look and a paint pink dust decorating his face, he guides your thick hand to grace all over his body, you don’t think he knows what he��s doing but at least he’s trying. You grab ahold of his chin rather harshly and press your lips to his, you aren’t known to be gentle when it comes to sex but you try for the little virgin.

You’re taking full control of the kiss, sucking on his tongue as his heady head tries to understand and follow your lead. He’s drooling into the kiss and gasping for air, his eyebrows are knitted in concentration. It feels so good having your tongue entangle with his.

He grabs your other hand that’s not distracted and places his “lap” you don’t get the memo of what he wants you to do until he uses your hand to dip into a slit you didn’t even know he had, you’re taken aback a bit but continue when you get a whine out of him. Oh.

You finger his tight slit with one finger and eventually build your way up to three, that seems to be the max for him because when you try adding a fourth he’s breaking the kiss, and stopping you, with an even reddened face claiming that feels weird.

In the process you look at how wet your fingers are, completely coated in his slimy mess of cum, you’re examining up close and an embarrassed Satoru is hiding his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering for you to stop staring so intently at it.

When you bring the wetness to your lips and he’s completely red in the face, before you can even talk he’s shuffling back into the water and diving within the depths.

Suguru hears of the events that had taken place and is immensely jealous, he wanted to be the first one to touch you but Satoru had beaten him to the punch.

That doesn’t deter him from making a move on you the very next day, you immediately accept his advances with a passionate kiss that’s gentle unlike your rough demeanor with Satoru, you know he’s a little more sensitive than his counterpart.

You take the opportunity to rub Suguru’s pecs, you’ve always loved the size of them, they look like boobs and are just as sensitive as the rest of him, sweet moans spill from his bitten lips when you suck on the bud harshly, nippling on them for extra stimulation.

You loved the way Satoru tasted, you would’ve kept going if he hadn’t left so with the details of his body you find Suguru’s slit and begin to tease him, dragging your fingertip along the outside as he waits with bated breaths for you to finally give him what he wants.

You maneuver yourself below him, a small whine slips from his lips because he thought you’d touch him properly, you quickly hush him in favor of getting face to face with his cunt. You lick a straight line up and find that he tastes so damn good.

He’s fast to grab ahold of your hair harshly, when you peek up at him as much as you can there’s little tears in his eyes, he’s never had that area licked let alone touched before, he’s just like Satoru.

You grab ahold of his sides and hold him down a little, you won’t allow him to run like Satoru now that you’ve gotten to taste him.

You dip your tongue inside his heat again and again, even when Suguru’s making his cute distressed clicking noises you’re still so focused. Collecting as much of his cum as possible just to smear it everywhere. You continue exploring and making him feel so damn good, when a small scream breaches his throat you know you’ve found his spot.

Lewd slurping noises ensure as you abuse that spot and Suguru isn’t fairing very well, his vision is spotty and his hold of your hair is slowly slipping away, he can’t even form a coherent sentence without gasping for air.

You press inside of him a little harder, tongue fucking him as fast and roughly as you can so he can experience that euphoric feeling.

When you shift you realize you’ve been neglecting your cock, it’s throbbing and painfully uncomfortable within its confines, you slip your hands beneath your trousers and touch yourself in tune with your tongue fucking Suguru’s cunt.

He stills for a moment and screams but nothing comes out of his throat, it’s silent as he thrashes around or at least tries to, you’ve got a tight hold on the pretty man.

His pussy tightens around your tongue and finally he’s cumming on it.

When they come to you a week later with determined faces and serious questions do you put your foot down, you can’t choose when you love them both equally so you give them a proposition of having them both, they both give you blank stares and look at one another.

They hadn’t thought of all of you being together and the thought of that doesn’t bother them in the slightest.

That night might be the best night you’ve ever have experienced:

A needy Satoru is below you waiting patiently and prettily as you ready his cunt for your cock, before this you had to explain to them almost everything you’d do to them, they had acted shy but you know deep down they’re little minxes who’ve been waiting for this. Suguru is beside him decorating his face with sweet distracting kisses, the moment looks so sweet as they take in each other in a different light.

You finally undo your pants and let your thick cock free, you’ve been getting edged basically this entire week, only giving them pleasure and having to relieve yourself after they leave.

As they deepen their kiss and exchange saliva you catch them peeking at the mere size of you, you’re not little by a damn longshot, Satoru is grateful you and Suguru prepped him.

It feels like everyone is holding their breath as you slide inside of Satoru’s warm cunt, just having your tip alone feels so fucking good, you can feel his cushiony insides already accepting you in small intervals.

You try your hardest to start slow, trying to not only focus on yourself. Your veiny cock throbs with every push, his slick already covering the area of your cock.

“Feel’s good Toru?” Suguru slurs into the nasty kiss he’s pulled him into, Satoru nods eagerly.

The pace is slow and sensual for a while, trying to let him get a feel for it, and when that grace period you decide is up you’re gone.

You start fucking into him how you like it, roughly abusing his tight slit to your liking. Suguru keeps distracting Satoru from the mind numbling pleasure that’s your cock, he can’t help that his loud whimpers and clicking noises are spilling from the kiss.

“O-oh.. shiit..” you’re grunting out gross comments about how you’ve been wanting to do this for so long and how you can feel him about to cum.

You have Suguru pin him down a little since he’s starting to thrash around, you get a better angle to pound his poor weeping cunt, he’s mewling your name like a mantra, for you to slow down but at the same time he doesn’t want you to slow down.

Your nice curve allows for you to finally hit his sweet spot, you abuse it just like you did Suguru, hitting it roughly and deeply.

Satoru squeals for you to stop and how weird he’s feeling but Suguru is the one who tells you not to stop your pace, Satoru is thrown headfirst into his orgasm, he cries into Suguru’s chest as the pleasure devours him whole.

With a dripping cock you slowly pull out of him, giving your still hard cock a few strokes, you came along with Satoru but it wasn’t enough not nearly enough.

They think that you’re satisfied but when they glance over at you the color drains from their face more specifically Suguru’s, knowing you’re about to give him that same feeling if not a little worse.

[lacydollette]

Lol, this is from my own current personal angst in my life but I was thinking it can be used for an angsty Rafe x Reader. I have very low self esteem, I don't think I look pretty so I have a hard time accepting that a guy could be interest in me or find me appealing, especially cuz guys have called ''mid''. Right now I'm talking to THE sweetest guy. THE most greenest flag of all. Super respectful, mature and kind. I had a freakout and pushed him away, wanted to stop talking. He got super upset, send me a drunk text basically being like ''I'm so attracted to u and your everything I've ever dreamt of. I just wanna make you happy and make you smile. Your so special to me. I keep saying that your beautiful, amazing and gorgeous but you won't hear it. Please don't let your insecurites get in the way of us. I fkn miss you'' I mean...hey feel free to take whatever inspiration you want from that, change it, build on it, whatever you want! We just want a sappy head over heels Rafe who is heartbroken being pushed away (but with a happy ending)

a/n tysm for sharing this with me! and please don’t let your doubts get in the way of your happiness. you are BEAUTIFUL and you MATTER ❤️‍🩹 i hope u like this little piece.

warnings rafe cameron x fem!reader, reader with low self esteem, situationship, angst, fluff, rafe being a sweetheart

Rafe couldn’t really tell when it started, but he could feel it in your forced smiles and short responses. He tried to convince himself it was nothing, but the ache in his chest told him otherwise. Every attempt to figure out what he had done wrong was met with your dismissive shrug and a short, “I’m fine.”

But what Rafe didn’t know about was the chaos in your mind. You liked him—really liked him—but your insecurities were keeping you from letting yourself fall completely. You couldn’t ignore the way girls seemed to flirt with Rafe at parties, the way people whispered that you weren’t pretty or cool enough, to be with someone like him. It didn’t matter how many times he told you that you were beautiful—the doubt in your mind drowned out his words. So, you began to pull away, convinced it was only a matter of time before he realized you weren’t what he wanted.

And that’s why Rafe ended up going to this party alone, although it should have been a night that you two spend together. You had promised to go, only to back out at the last minute with a stupid excuse about not feeling well. Rafe knew you were lying. Obviously he didn’t want to go without you, but after Topper wouldn’t stop begging him, he gave in.

He spent the first hour trying to lose himself in the crowd, nursing a beer and pretending to laugh at Topper’s jokes, but it was useless. Every girl who tried to flirt with him only reminded him of you, and every drink made the knot in his chest tighten. Eventually, he escaped out into the yard, needing space to think—or maybe just to breathe.

The cool night air sobered him slightly, but not enough to stop him from pulling out his phone. His fingers hovered over your contact before he finally hit call. It rang three times before you picked up.

“Rafe?” You said softly, voice trembling slightly. You winced at how vulnerable you sounded.

“hi, baby.” he said, his voice breaking slightly before going right in. “What’s going on with you? Please, just tell me. Did I do something? Did I hurt you somehow? Because if I did, fuck I swear to God, I didn’t mean to.”

Your throat tightened, guilt twisting in your stomach. He sounded so desperate, so unlike the confident, self-assured Rafe you knew. You didn't know what to say, how to explain something you couldn't even fully understand yourself.

“Talk to me, y/n,” he pleaded. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep guessing what’s wrong. I care about you too much to lose you like this.” His voice cracked, and he raked a hand through his hair, his frustration spilling over. “I’m completely crazy about you. I don’t care about anyone else. You’re it for me. You’re the only one I want.”

Your heart shattered at his words. He cared about you, really cared about you. But how could he? How could someone like Rafe Cameron, with his perfect smile and effortless charm, care about someone like you?

"Rafe..." you whispered, unsure of what to say. “No,” he interrupted. “You have no idea how much you mean to me. I think about you all the time—when I wake up, when I go to sleep. You’re all I want, y/n. And if there’s even a part of you that feels the same way—then please, stop pushing me away.”

The silence that followed was unbearable. Rafe leaned against a tree, his heart pounding so loudly it drowned out everything else. Then he heard you breathe out, followed by muffled sobs, which you tried so hard to suppress by pressing your palm over your mouth. You wanted to believe him, wanted to let his words sink in and erase all your doubts. But the fear was still there.

“I didn’t think I was enough for you,” you finally whispered, voice trembling. “You could have anyone, Rafe. And people keep saying I don’t deserve you, and maybe they’re right.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said, his voice rising as he couldn’t believe that you’d actually think that. “Baby, you’re more than enough. You’re everything. Don’t let what other people say get in your head. They don’t know you. They don’t know us.”

Your sniffle came through the line, and he could picture you wiping your tears, head bowed like it always was when you were upset. “I just… I didn’t want to hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back,” he replied softly. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane.” He paused. “Please, just let me in. Let me prove to you how much you mean to me.”

The sincerity in his voice was undeniable, and you believed him. Believed that he was serious about you two. “Okay.” You said. Relief washed over him, and he exhaled shakily. “Okay,” he repeated, his lips curving into a smile. “I’m coming to you right now.”

Your eyes widened, “No, Rafe, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he said firmly. “Stay where you are. I’m coming to you. We’ll figure this out together.” And with that, he ended the call, his heart pounding with determination. He didn’t care what anyone else thought. You were his, and he wasn’t going to let you go.

[munsonsmixtapes]

The Magic Touch

Simon “Ghost” Riley x yapper!reader

Y’all liked this pairing so much that I decided to make another fic! Thanks @the-witty-pen-name for the request.

Summary: You give Simon a PowerPoint presentation about something that you’re very passionate about.

cw: mention of Ticketmaster

You stand in front of Simon who’s sitting on your couch. You have your computer hooked up to the TV and your powerpoint is all ready to present with your pointer and everything. Simon is nothing but amused, ready to hang on to your every word like always. You’ve been making these powerpoints for a couple weeks and he always gets excited to see what topic you’re going to educate him on next.

“Alright, tonight’s topic is,” you pause and Simon leans over, drumming on the coffee table for dramatic effect as you go to your next slide. “Ticketmaster,” you finish. Simon has very little knowledge of the company but he does know that it’s public enemy number one. “This may or may not be because I just lost out on tickets and I’m still bitter. Anyway.”

You go to the next slide and explain the history of the company and how quickly it became popular, getting progressively more angry as you explain how they were the ones who decided to start charging fees on top of the already outrageous ticket price. How they have so much control over tickets and love events as a whole.

As you get more angry, Simon feels your rage as well. He’s upset for you and he wishes there was something he could do. He hates seeing you so worked up.

“And now, they’ll hike up the prices because of the demand, so one second, the ticket will be a hundred dollars and then you check later and it’s doubled. And don’t even get me started on how you’ll go into the presale and there will somehow already be resale tickets.”

You’re fuming now and Simon takes it upon himself to defuse the fire. He understands your frustration, he does, and he thinks your feelings are totally valid, but he hates seeing you so worked up like this.

“Alright, let’s take some deep breaths baby.” You both take a breath in and then it out before his hands rest on your shoulders, giving him a loving squeeze. “You said you didn’t get the tickets, how about I buy them for you?”

“It’s like you didn’t listen to anything I just said,” you roll your eyes.”

“I was listening, honey, I just want to help you. I hate seeing you so upset. Now come here.” He takes your hand and leads you over to the couch where he was just sitting. He opens his computer that’s sitting on the coffee table and has you log into your account on the website.

Once that’s done, he goes into the presale and you give him the code that you’ve memorized by now then shut your eyes tight as he clicks on some seats in the exact section you’ve been trying to get all morning.

“And done,” he says and your eyes fly open, seeing that Simon did in fact get the tickets you’ve been losing your mind over trying to buy for hours. And he did it in just a couple clicks.

“What the fuck, Simon?” You shove his shoulder but can’t keep the smile off his face.

“How about a kiss in exchange for working so hard?” You roll your eyes again and press your lips to his and he can’t help but smile into it, so happy to have you in his life, that he gets to call you is.

“How was that?”

“Payment accepted. Now how about we get you a pretty outfit to go with those tickets?” He asks, opening another tab to go to your favorite clothing website and you lean your head on his shoulder because you really are one lucky woman to have a man who has the magic touch.

[garez19]

yandere! vampire hunter x vampire reader

you did your utmost to hide your silly little secret from your boyfriend. a shame he was always able to see right through you.

warnings/notes: female reader, english is not my first language, mention of injury (not described), not proofread

you love your boyfriend so much. you love alkan, who is a well-known vampire hunter in your town. he’s skilled with his weapons and he knows a vampire when he sees one.

yet you, for some reason, have been an exception to this. he hasn’t found out about your true nature yet. and you’re not sure if he would be as kind as he is once he did. you’d be done, that much was true, but it’d also mean you tricked him. not only a monster, but also a liar you are.

yet, little do you know he already knows everything about you, and he cherishes every part of it. little do you know how he keeps waiting every single night for you to come up to him, crying and confessing, begging for forgiveness. he will be very accepting too, as long as you promise you aren’t going to leave ever -as you pose a serious threat to people in the town-. he will be very tolerant, because how could he do any harm to an angel like you?

as long as you promise to be good for him.

yet you are still stubborn. you’ve gotten weaker as days pass, and alkan is having a hard time waiting especially when he sees your tired body. however, he can’t help but love you a little bit more as you go to such lengths just to stay by his side.

you poorest thing.

if you aren’t willing to tell him the truth, then he would solve it in his own way.

that’s why he is always around you, not giving you time to rest up. he’s always there to watch you, and he never fails to make you feel uncomfortable, as if he knows what you think.

you understand you can’t keep going much longer, and decide to leave to figure it out. yet he still doesn’t let you, coming along with you everywhere you go. and you aren’t even able to protest, because he’s so quick with his “it’s dangerous out there.” excuse. you are trapped. moreover, you are trapped with alkan of all people—the famous hangman of your own kind.

he keeps pressing your buttons. and he finally finds the right one.

“are you okay?” you say, panicked. you knew, you fucking knew he was going to hurt himself when he kept toying with the sharpest knife in the kitchen. hell, it is almost like he did try his best to create a wound deliberately.

“oh fuck… yeah, I am,” he groans. “can you help me patch it up?” he says in pain. you take him to living room with the first aid kit. you both sit on the couch, and that’s the moment it hits you: alkan’s blood smells amazing and you’re about to die of hunger. you try your hardest to do your job as quickly as possible. however, alkan keeps getting in the way.

“wait, it’s too tight, can you loosen it up a little bit?”

“isn’t it a little too loose now?”

“can we get another bandage? this one’s all bloody already.”

fuck. fuck. fuck. you really fucked up real bad this time.

yet you try your hardest, and don’t listen to his protests anymore. you bandage his hand carelessly.

you’re done. thankfully, you finally make it. but oh, a shame it doesn’t matter anymore.

you know you can no longer bear with the starvation —the sharp smell of his blood burning your lungs, you find yourself grabbing him. and as your fangs find their way into his neck, you feel the wetness on your cheeks. you know this must be your last meal.

it is your last meal, and you feel blessed it is with your lover.

your hands are on his shoulders. you know alkan, a trained hunter with a handful of abilities, is most certainly able to overpower you. yet he does nothing. he doesn’t try and push you off. he doesn’t cuss you out.

he hugs you. that’s all he does.

“it’s okay, love” his voice is soothing, and it is the first time you hear him talk like this. “you’re okay.” he adds as he caresses your head. his other hand is on your back, and it feels light, like it isn’t there at all.

he winces in pain. yet he keeps soothing you.

“you’re safe,” he rubs your back. and you realize he’s visibly hurt—finally being fed, you come back to your senses.

fuck.

you are absolutely not safe, you think to yourself as you quickly pull away. you are like a scared cat, ready to attack the second alkan tries anything. yet, again, he doesn’t.

his shirt is all messed up, and his neck is bloodied. you can see his face is paler and he definitely looks drained, the scene makes the tears burn your eyes once again.

alkan pulls you towards himself. and then he kisses your tears. softly and slowly. when he finally pulls back a little, he gently grabs your face. his thumb on your cheek, making slow moves like he’s scared of breaking you.

“poorest little thing,” he cooed, “you must’ve been starving for so long.”

you gulped. there’s a metallic taste in your mouth. “I’m sorry.” is all you can manage to let out, and you feel like you can really use an eternal sleep after you just had your last meal. “I’m so sorry.” you say once more.

he doesn’t budge.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner? we could’ve figured something out.” he says calmly, and it all makes you feel like it is gonna be okay, like you are not in trouble at all.

but you know his calmness means you are in danger.

“let’s get you cleaned, love.”

[cheol-e-kat]

for the bingo could i request lingerie + praise kink? with mingyu please! and i was thinking it would be fun if they were playing a "strip" game (like strip poker or strip never have i ever or strip truth or dare etc) what a super creative challenge, btw!

dear anon, heehe i hope you don't mind that i took liberties with what you asked for - like the game they're playing isn't stated exactly

♡ kat

bingo squares: lingerie + praise kink

word count: 1.2k

pairing: mingyu x reader (established relationship)

warnings: nudity, low key exhibitionism, teasing, phone sex-ish

your boyfriend is maybe an impulse shopper - if he likes it, he buys it, which probably explains why you’re staring down at some very intricate, tiny lingerie. you had no idea what was in the matte-black box when you accepted the box from the delivery guy, but seeing it, you know what mingyu is expecting. and you have to admit the set is pretty - black silk, gossamer mesh, and lace that you knew he had already imagined you wearing. you like the idea of him staring at some website and thinking just how little of you this would actually cover. 

you grin because you have no plans for going out that night. you are literally staying in, preferably to bed rot. and he is definitely aware of your plan because you’ve been going on about it all week. you hum to yourself, taking the lingerie with you to try on, wondering about his understanding of ‘bed rotting.’

after a small fight with the bra clasp, you’re surprised by how good you look in your floor-length mirror. you almost laugh because how does he know your sizes so well, you wonder, turning to check out your ass. not a bad view, you decide, bending over just a bit to see the angles. 

seeing yourself, gives you your own evil little ideas, so you snap a few pictures, because why not send them to him while he’s still stuck at work? you would just be helping him get through the day, right? such a good girlfriend, by the way, you think, smirking at the idea of him being hard for you when he can’t do anything about it. 

you hit ‘send’ not totally knowing how he will react. 

the response time is so fast.

[mingoo 4:59pm]

fuck u look amazing

[y/n 4:59pm]

just amazing?

you were lying across the bed, guessing more photos might be needed. you watch his little dots come and go and smile because you love the things he says - he’s so sweet but with an uncanny ability to be completely filthy. 

[mingoo 5:00pm]

bby what r u trying to do to me ?????

you laugh - you both know what you’re trying to do. and you are not finished. 

you check yourself in the camera view - you’re lying back, your fingers caught under the thin strap of fabric going across your hip, pulling the side of the panties down just enough to see your smooth, waxed skin. but not quite low enough to see your pussy - you decide it’s exactly what he needs as you snap a new photo and hit send.

[y/n 5:02pm]

*photo*

you wait for dots but don’t see them. you roll onto your stomach worrying he might be mad, but hoping you just broke his brain a bit. your eyes go wide at the sudden appearance of the video call screen because what the fuck is he doing. you giggle, feeling flushed and a little afraid of what he will say.

you swipe to answer, trying to seem very cool about everything, even though your stomach is fluttering way too much. 

“hi,” you whisper.

you can see him biting his lip, “hi, kitten,” his voice is calm.

fuck, not ‘kitten’ - the way he says it, his voice, it’s enough to make you wet. you watch him for just a moment, wanting to ask if he ran to his car. 

“i thought you maybe wanted to see how they look,” you pout, watching him. 

he’s quiet for a second - you can only guess he’s thinking of exactly what he wants right now. you can see him glance up for a moment before looking back at you. 

“so show me,” he says, looking so fond you blush even more. there’s something about when he’s sincere that makes you ache everywhere.

you move onto your knees and use a pillow to hold the camera so he can see everything. 

“you’re so sexy,” he whispers as he gazes at you - the compliment goes straight to your pussy. 

you turn to the side, wanting him to see more. you glance back, trying to figure out what he’s feeling from his facial expression, but he just has the same calm expression as he watches you. 

“perfect, kitten.” you see him lick his lips, “show me more?” he asks.

you nod, shifting around so he can see your ass - you reach back and give yourself a small smack as you look back at him, “good, daddy?” you ask softly.

his face is still placid, he nods, his gaze focused on the screen, “the best, baby, always surprising me,” he finally smiles, and you melt. 

“do i?”

he nods slowly, watching as you turn back to face the camera, “yes - i mean i send you a gift and look what i get in return.” you watch the way he focuses on you - the way he barely bites his lip as he watches. 

“is everyone heading to their cars?”

he glances up and back, nodding, “yeah, why?”

you shrug, “just curious,” you whisper, reaching back to unhook the bra. 

you smile when you hear the soft way he exhales when he sees the fabric fall away from your breasts, “fuck, baby,” his lips just forming a smile.

“are you hard?”

he blinks at the question, laughing softly, “what do you think?”

you shrug, “i don’t know,” you tease with a straight face as you trace your hands over your breasts - you want to see his very practiced calm expression break.

“hmm, so you don’t know what you do to me?” he asks, voice low.

you shake your head gently, “tell me,” you say gently, as you squeeze your nipples and sigh softly from the feeling, watching him from beneath half-closed eyes.

you’re surprised when his hand goes to his mouth, his fingers brushing roughly over his lips. you laugh softly, loving that little habit of his and that he’s staring at the screen so intently. 

“i mean there’s no way i’m getting out of my car right now,” you watch him glance down at his crotch, “it would take emergency services.” you see his soft smile, “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, still watching you intently through the screen. 

you nod, letting your hands trace lower, “say more nice things.” 

you watch the way his forefinger catches in his mouth, “i want to be with you right now, fucking into your perfect pussy, making you a wet mess for me,” he was talking faster now.

you watch him as you slide your fingers under the fabric of your underwear, your fingers tracing against your pussy lips, “mmmh, i’m already wet for you, daddy.”

you hear his soft whine, “fuck, please let me come home,” he’s whispering again, and looking a bit desperate. 

you can’t help that everything he says makes you a needy monster, but you can’t resist when he whines for you.

you finally laugh, breaking character and leaning down to the phone, “oh, poor baby, come home, and you know, fuck me,” you whisper, staring into the camera, wanting him, “fill me up with your monster cock,” you say in your normal voice, staring at him lovingly, knowing just how perfect he really is. 

a/n: okay, as always i hope this was a fun read <3

soooo i'm actually going to be adding a new bingo card later because we are using UP the nsfw squares ^^ we need more

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bingo v. 1 ⋆.˚ bingo v. 2 ⋆.˚ bingo v. 3 ⋆.˚ bingo v. 4 ⋆.˚ 333 followers bingo ⋆.˚

seungcheol: knotting + marking | professor (prof. choi, pt. 1) | monster | spanking (neighbor seungcheol) | big dick + hate sex | forced masturbastion (prof. choi, pt ii) | voyeurism + punishment | coffee shop au + forbidden relationship (untitled alpha!!cheol pt. 1) |

mingyu: lingerie + praise kink | bed sharing + big dick | praise + worship kink | vehicle sex + oral fixation | drunk pda + no underwear | enemies to lovers + tentacles |

seungcheol & mingyu threesome: oral |

xx kat

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You Should Always Come First | Bang Chan 방찬 Drabble

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Chan could no longer watch Y/N exhausting herself.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 688 (drubble)

Author’s Note:  For those who are worried about an upcoming exam, test or a job interview. You can do it, don't doubt yourself ♡

“Baby, what is it?” 

Chan has noticed Y/N being rather tense that evening, yet, he didn’t want to get on her nerves with the same questions, as he pretty much knew the main reason of his girlfriend’s mood — the upcoming exams. Even though Bang Chan was sure that Y/N would pass them well, he could understand Y/N’s concerns. It’s never easy to be confident in your own abilities in general, and being under a stress it felt  almost impossible at all. The idol learnt it from his own experience. 

Chan understood that words such as "it’ll be alright" and "you know the material well, don’t worry" wouldn’t help much. Of course, support was important, yet, in the moments, when everything felt like a bare wire, each phrase should have been chosen very carefully. He didn’t want to give Y/N even more pressure — she was giving it enough herself. Chan tried his best just by saying small "don’t be harsh on yourself", "don’t forget to rest" and "I know you work hard, and it’s way more important than the result". 

Yet, when he saw that Y/N was getting angry at herself for not being able to learn important terms once again, the guy decided it was time to interfere. Her brain simply refused to accept new information, as it simply had enough today. And yesterday, and the day before yesterday… His girl needed a break. 

“It’s nothing, just can’t memorise it. I don’t know how I’m going to pass it,” Y/N sighed and closed the eyes, trying to keep herself together. 

“Let’s get some rest, it’s been a while," Chan said softly. “I’ll help you to learn it after a break, okay?” he promised and stood up from his place to take a seat next to the girl. They were in his studio, but while Y/N was studying, the idol couldn’t  really concentrate on music the last thirty minutes, being too worried for the girl. She’s been exhausting herself lately, and all Bang Chan cared about was Y/N’s well-being.

“You’re doing great, I promise,” the guy gently cuddled Y/N, trying to soothe her. Finally relaxing a bit, she went a little numb in his embrace and placed a head on Chan’s shoulder. 

“I know rest is important. It’s just… I don’t have time. The exams are in few days, and it seems like I still don’t know anything,” Y/N admitted quietly, at the same time hating herself for the recent complaining.

“Learn as much as you can, but don’t exhaust yourself. It’ll make things only worse, Y/N," Chan reminded and patted her head lightly. "And just a lunch break isn’t enough. Let’s spend this evening together, not thinking of anything, okay? Tomorrow will be a new day, and you can start again," the idol pecked her cheek tenderly.

The girl sighed and nodded,

"Channie? I’m sorry I was a bit gloomy lately. I didn’t mean it like this. It’s just… the exams–" after a moment of silence she quietly mumbled, but Bang Chan didn’t let her finish.

"I know. Don’t worry about it, Y/N. And I know it’s not easy to get distracted, when all you can think about is your exam. I don’t mean to say it’s not important, you put value on it for a reason, yet, I don’t want you to forget that it’s not the only thing that matters. You should always come first," he smiled and lightly tickled her, so the girl shivered, and a quiet giggle left her lips – she was extremely bad when it came to tickling. However, Chan was no better. "Got it?"

"Mhm. I like how you can be serious for only few minutes, and then you are back to your normal self" Y/N joked and shrieked, when the idol tickled her side once again.

"Yah! I can be very serious, when it’s needed! Do you doubt me?!" the guy jokingly outraged, feeling a warmth spreading all over his body. He missed her sincere smile and silly little giggles. After all, it’s all what he needed now.

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Yelloow!! popping in!!!~~ I've seen Dorms, Grim and Staff as Yandere types.... But what of Neige(Vil's Rival), Chenya, and Rollo??~

I know that there are different takes from different kinds of Yandere AU's -- but out of curiosity, I wish of your take!

Let’s do the RSA boys first. 

Royal Sword Academy has a reputation for accepting the ‘princely’ yanderes. Unlike the NRC students, they don’t tend to act on violence unless they have to and their red flags aren’t as bad in comparison. 

But a red flag is still a red flag. 

RSA teaches more gentle ways of pushing darlings to their yanderes. Specifically while they use kidnappings, potions and the works, they use their affection as ball and chain to make sure leaving them is impossible. 

They’re taught to become friends first, and then start being more and more oppressively clingy. To slowly break down the darling’s defenses and walls, and leave them weak to their affection with the power of friendship, love and complete and utter manipulation. 

But it’s not manipulation, it’s being a loving partner.

Chenya’s a bit of unpredictable yandere. He’s a hard read but he’s clingy and a stalker. Chenya’s not overbearing at first. He’s friendly, cryptic but friendly, and then you’ll start to notice him around more and more. Which you might get worried about when he starts to pop up more and more in a school full of people who hate RSA. But he’ll just keep popping up and since your friends, why worry? 

Thanks to his magic, it is very easy for him to vanish and appear as quickly as the wind. So following you around is easy as pie, and with his aforementioned cryptic behavior, it will be quite difficult for you to understand his intentions. Kidnapping you would be a breeze for him, one moment you’re there and the next you're stuck with him forever and ever. 

But with Chenya, you probably won't see the threat of danger till you're too lost to figure your way out. On the brightside, you might like it. Maybe.

Neige LeBlanche ( I am a big BIG fan of the most innocent and gentle seeming people being the most manipulative motherfuckers. So…) is yandere that was actually misdiagnosed as a darling. Neige’s sweet, kind and gentle behavior in his youth lead to his misdiagnosis, and as a yandere he is a mix of delusional and manipulative. Delusional, he believes in true love and happy endings. Finding the perfect partner for his happy ending is a dream for him. (The man thinks of Vil as a friend, he’s deluded plain and simple) But while his delusions fuel his love for you, his manipulative ways can keep you there with no choice. Among the darling child stars of Twisted, Neige held quite the crown back when he was misdiagnosed, and no one can deny darlings anything (minus freedom). His demeanor is so well-meaning that any manipulative behavior is considered to be him just being a good friend or partner. He’s oppressively clingy too, and his manipulation makes sure that the people he cares about are always close. 

For this AU, Neige is a platonic yandere for Vil, and has purposely been sabotaging his casting so that Vil always and only performs with him. 

He’s the kind of yandere that wouldn’t risk killing someone to make you unhappy, but that’s not to say that his fans wouldn’t try to beat his rivals into the ground to protect dear sweet Neige. Neige is aware of how devoted his fans are to him, and he’ll use that to manipulate you, using the pressure to keep you with him, wouldn’t want them to be unhappy, would you?

Noble Bell College has a history with yanderes like many others, but its view on the yandere darling relationship is much different to the rest of the world, and many in Fleur City agree with it. Specifically, that yanderes are the ones in the wrong for their uncontrollable desires and the darlings are…. Well…. Darlings are the embodiment of purity. They haven’t done a single thing wrong to be thrown into this dirty world and yet here they walk amongst the selfish and licentious. But the darlings are not immune to the temptations of the dirty world, and can be lured into danger.

Most, if not all the yanderes at NBC believe that their desires are wrong yet impossible to beat without their darlings. And they all believe that darlings are pure, but in need of salvation from the dirty world. The Righteous Judge had a darling himself, a romani that had fallen for the dirty world’s enchanting song, who he saved and brought her to salvation. (Sure she wasn’t happy about it and the flaming pyre she’d nearly died on was purposely left out of the history books but hey, happy ending?)

Students in NBC are taught that sometimes force is needed to help darlings save themselves from the wretched world. And they won’t be happy about it, it’s for the best. For their salvation. 

Rollo Flamme is a worshiper yandere with a guilty conscience. A devout believer of the ‘darlings are the purest things to be born of this sinful earth’, Rollo has faithfully believed that, and even magical darlings cannot receive his ire because he believes that they had been tempted by its power, thanks to this world’s filth, and need to be saved. 

When it comes to you, a magicless darling not from this sinful, magical world, you rest highest on the podium of purity in his eyes. And because of that, you need to be saved from it, and those who intend to tempt and sully you. 

As for the guilty conscience part….To make adjustments for the AU, I’m making Rollo’s younger brother a darling. But because of how it happened being ambiguous at the time, Rollo was never punished, but this is why he is so protective over you specifically because magic could tear you away from him like his brother. 

In Rollo’s eyes, his darling is the purest thing in the world and if he needs to sully his own hands in every way to rid the world of the filth trying to tempt and defile you all so you can be lead to salvation and the safety of his arms, he’ll do it.

[i-dared-myself]

Accepting Help (Not Escaping)

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hi. 🙂 Could I please request more 9th member x skz fluff? Something very cute and/or comforting, please. I'd be happy with literally anything. Thank you. 💕

Reader is written with no pronouns mentioned at all, but does hide their nipular area. Gender can be taken as any, but just as a heads up, reader shields their upper chest area.

Accidents happened, which is how you dislocated your shoulder. And broke the same arm. And twisted your ankle.

In short: You tumbled off a recording set and were rushed to the hospital.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Chan worriedly asks for the twentieth time once you’re home. When you wave his concerns away, his eyebrows pinch together. “Okay, just… You’re pretty badly injured.”

“No, I’m okay.” You use your good arm to pull the sheets up to your chin. “Oh, is it okay if I’m a bit late to practise tomorrow? It might take me a while to get ready. I could wake up early, though.”

Chan blinks at you. “What? No, you’re not going. You’re staying here and resting.”

Changbin nods. “Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you back here.”

“Gotta get those bones back to normal.” Jisung wiggles his eyebrows with a smirk. “Gotta be rock hard inside. Ngh-“

Minho narrows his eyes at Jisung. “Are you high?”

Jisung pouts. “I’m trying to cheer up our patient!”

“By moaning?” Hyunjin demands, rubbing at his face. “I’m going to go stab my ears now.”

“Aht!” Chan snaps. “None of that!”

“Are you sure I’m not going tomorrow?” You poke Chan’s shoulder to bring his attention back to you. “I have no problem getting up a bit early.”

“You’re staying here and resting,” Chan insists. “And I’m going to have someone stay back with you.”

Everyone immediately raises their hands. Chan squints at them all, trying to figure out who would be the most responsible.

“Actually, maybe we should just rent a nurse,” Chan murmurs to himself. 

“I can be a nurse!” Jeongin’s hand shoots up. “I used to play doctor all the time as a kid!”

“That absolutely doesn’t count,” Seungmin says. “If we’re going by that logic I could also go kill a dragon.”

Jeongin rolls his eyes. “Well, dragons aren’t real, so who’s stupid now?”

“Didn’t you say yesterday that mermaids are real?” Felix wonders aloud.

Jeongin crosses his arms. “Because they are! I’ll send you a video proving it!”

“Nuh-uh.” Felix shakes his head. “I don’t want you wrecking my algorithm with conspiracy theories.”

“You know what?” Chan sighs heavily as he looks down at you. “We’ll do groups of two from now on. Tomorrow is Changbin and Felix.”

“I can totally manage by myself,” you protest, trying to sit up.

“But I’ll feel better if I know someone is here.” Chan smiles softly at you, reaching out to ruffle your hair affectionately. “Sound good?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slumping into your pillows.

And so it begins.

The next day, you wake up and decide to shower, because you still feel hospital all over you. It’s an irrational thought that even you don’t understand, but you need to shower.

So you swing your legs over the side of the bed, biting your lip before bracing yourself. You slide out of bed and crumple to the floor as soon as you put your weight on your ankle. You collapse loudly, holding in a whimper at the pain.

Changbin bursts inside, eyes wide with alarm. “What happened?”

“Just- I tried to stand up.” You claw at the bed with your good arm, attempting to get back to your feet.

Changbin heaves you up and drapes you across the bed again. “Just rest. Stay here.”

“But I need to shower!” you argue. You point at the door pleadingly. “Changbin…”

He sighs and rubs at his forehead. “Wait, so how is this going to work?”

“Just pick me up and take me there, please?” You bat your eyes at him. 

Changbin holds a hand up, deep in thought. “But… How are you supposed to like, undress? Your arm is really messed up.”

“Nah, I’ve got this,” you confidently say. “Just bring me there, and I can handle it. Actually, let me grab a set of clothes to change into.”

Changbin waits for you to rummage through the dresser next to the bed before he scoops you up and carts you off to the bathroom. He sets you down on the counter and eyes the shower warily. “You sure you’ve got this?”

“Absolutely.” You puff your chest out. “Now get out of here so I can get all naked and stuff.”

He laughs under his breath as he makes his exit, closing the door behind him. It clicks softly into place, and you work your way out of your pants, wriggling out of them. It’s a struggle, but you make it happen.

Your top is more difficult. There’s the whole sleeve thing, which is annoying. How are you supposed to maneuver your arm out of it?

So you wrestle with it for about three entire minutes before getting it over your head. It comes with a whole bunch of pain, but you win. You come out victorious.

You make your way to the shower, turning it on. You lean against the glass, keeping your weight off your ankle as best you can. You cover your cast in a plastic wrap Chan picked up for you.

You’re so glad that the shower has a bench, and you are maybe not very dignified as you sit on it. But that’s okay.

You shampoo, and condition, and soap your body, and go through your whole routine. You push the door open and grab the handle of it, your ankle very much so not happy with you.

You dry yourself off with the towel, putting your underwear and pants on with no problem. Then it’s time for the top.

You glare at it for about four seconds before trying to slip it on. It’s not smooth, and you don’t get anywhere. It’s just sitting in your hand as you sit on the bathroom floor, crying in frustration.

There’s a gentle knock on the door, and Felix’s hesitant voice comes from the other side.

“You okay?” he asks, low voice soothing. “Just checking in.”

You sniffle and give up your dignity. “Can you help me?” 

Felix is silent for a moment. “With what?”

“I- I can’t get my shirt on.” You crumple the stupid thing up and almost throw it at the wall. Almost.

“Okay…” he slowly says. “Are you decent?”

You check that the towel is covering your upper portion before nodding, even though he can’t see you. “Yup.”

The door opens, and Felix steps in, eyes filling with worry as he takes you in. Hair sopping wet, body curled up on the floor, and eyes red from crying. 

“It’s okay,” he gently says, kneeling next to you. Felix eases the shirt from your grasp and smiles at you, all sunshine.

“C- Can you help?” You hiccup and rub at your eyes with your hand. 

Felix studies you for a moment. “Okay… I think I’m going to do your bad arm first.”

You let him maneuver your arm, noting how he keeps his gaze away from any more private areas. You’re very grateful for that.

“Okay, now I’m going to close my eyes and you get your head and other arm through it,” Felix tells you, holding the material away from your previously dislocated shoulder. “It might pull the shirt tight against your arm on this side, so I’ll hold it away.”

You nod, following his instructions, letting him know when you’re finished. He grins at you and stands up, dusting his hands off on his pants.

“Ready to go back to bed?” Felix opens the door wider so he can get you both through it.

“Yeah.” You lean against him, hobbling back to your room. “Can you grab some ice for me? It’s really swollen.”

Felix winces, glancing down at your ankle. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Changbin peeks his head around the corner, clicking his tongue. “Your hair is wet still! I’ll go get a hairdryer.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to.” You scoot across the bed and prop yourself up against the pillows.

“No, we don’t want you getting sick.” Changbin shakes his head and wanders off, as Felix leaves to get ice.

They return at the same time, Changbin with an electrical appliance and Felix with a baggie of frozen liquids.

Yay.

“I could’ve been practising today, but noooo,” you grumble under your breath. “Chan had to be all heroic and all that.”

“What, like you were going to limp through the dance?” Felix scoffs and gives you the ice. “You can barely walk. Your ankle is swollen bigger than Changbin’s biceps.”

“That’s not true!” you and Changbin both exclaim at the same time, before exchanging a glance.

“Just rest,” Felix insists. Changbin hums his agreement and settles next to you to blow dry your hair.

You huff, but allow them to take care of you. But tomorrow, you won’t. Tomorrow, you’re going to the studio.

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“Jeongin and Minho,” Chan says, crossing his arms. “You’re staying today.”

Jeongin grins and bounds over to you, practically vibrating in happiness. “We’re going to have so much fun today!”

Minho watches you carefully, gaze sharp. “Yes. We’ll hang out here together, all day long.”

You scowl at him. Does he know you’re planning to go to the studio?

“All right!” Chan claps his hands. “Everyone to the van! Hyunjin, no! Don’t- Don’t touch that!”

As everyone shuffles off to the van, you attempt to sneak into the crowd. Maybe it’s not the greatest plan, but there’s like eighty people is this house.

Minho grabs you by the back of your shirt, promptly putting an end to your escape attempt. “And where do you think you’re going?”

You smile meekly at him. “Uh… To get some fresh air?”

He smiles wickedly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Good thing I thought ahead, then.”

Which is how you found yourself being pushed down the sidewalk in a wheelchair. 

“How did you even get this?” you demand. 

Minho chuckles darkly, continuing to push you. “I had a feeling you would want some ‘fresh air’.” His voice implies that he knows you were trying to go to the studio. “So this way, you don’t have to worry.”

“Now we can go out and you won’t hurt your ankle!” Jeongin brightly says. “Isn’t that great?”

“Sure.” You slump in the wheelchair and pout. “It’s fantastic.”

“Aw, don’t be sad. Didn’t you want some fresh air?” Minho teases. He points at a tree. “Look, it has leaves!”

You turn around to glower at him. “Very funny. But how am I supposed to get better if I can’t keep my strength up? That means I need to walk on my own. Or dance at the studio with the rest of you.”

Jeongin frowns. “I don’t think that’s how it works. You need rest to fully recover.”

You wiggle your legs a bit, debating whether it’s a good idea to just make a run for it. You really can’t handle this all day.

“Jeongin,” Minho drawls, “do you want a ride too?”

Jeongin perks up, spinning around to look at the both of you. He had been walking ahead, since you and Minho were too slow apparently. “Really?”

“What?” You protest as Jeongin throws himself into your lap. You start to squirm around, trying to get him off. “I didn’t agree to this!”

“Oh, too bad.” Minho pats the top of your head. “But it looks like you aren’t going anywhere anymore, little escape artist.”

“How did you know?” you cry out in outrage. Then you take a deep breath and blink innocently at him. “I mean… What?”

Jeongin wraps his arms around your neck and crosses his legs as if he’s riding sidesaddle. “Push us, Minho!”

Minho sighs and rolls his eyes. “Just make sure no one runs off anywhere. You both know who I’m talking about.”

Jeongin nods and smiles at you before whispering, “He wants to make sure I don’t run off to the circus.” His eyes glint with mischief.

Mingi’s phone buzzes and he stops to answer it. He steps off to the side to speak with whoever it is, and you watch him go.

“Uh,” Jeongin’s voice cuts through your thoughts, “are we moving or is that just me?”

“That’s just you,” you reply without looking. Then you realize that the wheelchair is in fact moving.

Downhill at a rapid speed, in fact.

You scream, causing Jeongin to scream. He clutches you tighter, and you bury your face in his neck.

You can barely see Minho sprinting to catch up, although he’s still a far ways away. His eyes are wide and you can hear curse words flying out of his mouth faster than Jisung can rap.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no!” Jeongin shrieks, shattering your ear drums. “Holy shit!”

“Jeongin!” you scold, scandalized. “Don’t swear!”

Minho’s hands wrap around the handles, and he digs his heels in. The wheelchair slows to a stop and he pants heavily.

You smack Minho’s arm. “Why did you leave us at the top of a hill? You idiot!”

Minho scowls at you as he regains his breath. “You’re lucky I don’t hurt injured people.”

Jeongin shudders. “I- I think I’m going to throw up.”

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This is it. The day you’re going to the studio. Nothing can stop you today.

“Ready for a fun day of relaxing?” Jisung asks as he wanders into your room, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

You’re not there, however. Instead, you’re hobbling down the hallways as fast as you can. Escape time. In your head, you have spy music going.

“No!” Hyunjin screeches from far behind you. “Jisung! Over here!”

Jisung runs out of your room, eyes landing on you. “Aha! Stop right there!”

You pick up your pace, heading directly for the set of stairs. You hear Hyunjin’s gasp before Jisung is tackling you, and you’re both tumbling down the stairs.

Jisung tries to turn his body so he takes most of the hit, but he fails. You land directly on your recently dislocated shoulder, and feel it pop again.

Tears bubble in the corners of your eyes. “I- I don’t feel good.”

Hyunjin races down to the bottom of the stairs, wincing as he looks at you. “Well… This is what you get for trying to go to the studio.”

You splutter out a sob before Jisung helps you stand. They escort you to the spare vehicle, since apparently Minho took the wheelchair with him, and Hyunjin drives you to the hospital. You get your shoulder shoved back into place before you go back home, sitting in an awkward silence.

“Whoops,” Jisung eventually says. “The doctor seemed nice though.”

“Because I was there for the exact same problem like three days ago!” you snap. You huff and turn away from him to stare out the car window. “She’s worried about severe damage to my joint now. Apparently the more times you dislocate it, the easier it gets to pop it out of place.”

“That’s stupid,” Hyunjin comments. “Your shoulder should get tougher.”

Jisung nods along. “It’s a skill issue. My shoulder has never been dislocated.”

You glare at him. “You’re the one that shoved me down the stairs!”

“Because you tried to get away!” Jisung angrily responds. His cheeks puff out with his ire.

“Enough!” Hyunjin tells. “Don’t make me turn this car around! I’ll make you both get colonoscopies!”

You and Jisung both cross your arms, but wisely remain silent. When you get home, Hyunjin directs you to your room and practically forces you to your bed.

“Wait!” You stop him before you get into your bed. “I want my pyjamas first!”

Hyunjin spins around. “Change.”

You shift between feet. “Can you help me, please?”

Jisung peeks inside, scissors in hand. “I’ve got this!”

“Wait, what?” You frown as he approaches, giggling to himself. Your eyes widen in terror before he cuts through your shirt. “Jisung!”

His back is to you now. “What? I thought you wanted help.”

“It’s ruined!” You mourn the loss of your shirt, gripping the tattered pieces. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You did say that you wanted help,” Hyunjin cuts in. “So…”

“I needed help putting a new one on!” you hiss out. “Whatever. I’ll just wear a robe.”

Jisung blindly hands you one, and you slip it on. You tie it around your waist before climbing into bed. 

“Okay, now sleep,” Hyunjin orders. He flicks the lights off, plunging you into darkness. “Sleeeeep.”

“We could always try hypnotism,” Jisung suggests. “I think I have a pocket watch around somewhere.”

“Why do you have a pocket watch?” Hyunjin wonders.

“No one is hypnotizing me!” You groan and let your eyes shut. “That has dumb idea written all over it. Like you can even hypnotize anyone.”

Jisung turns the lights back on. “Wanna bet?”

“Okay.” You sit up straighter. “If you can hypnotize Hyunjin, I’ll give you my cookie recipe.”

Hyunjin forehead crinkles. “Wait. I didn’t-“

Jisung holds his hand out for you to shake. “Deal. I’ll go find my pocket watch.”

Hyunjin scratches the back of his neck. “What if I don’t want to be hypnotized?”

“Nah, it’s fine.” You wave a hand dismissively. “I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.”

“I absolutely know what I’m doing,” Jisung agrees, wandering back in. He’s carrying a pocket watch that dangles from a gold chain. “Ready?”

Hyunjin hesitantly sits on the edge of your bed, fisting the sheets. “What if this goes wrong and I speak like a chicken for the rest of my life?”

Jisung rolls his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Hurry this up,” you goad. 

Jisung starts to swing it in front of Hyunjin’s eyes. “You’re getting sleepy. Very sleepy. So very sleepy.”

Hyunjin narrows his eyes before sighing, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m still wide awake, but sure.”

“Shut up,” you mutter.

Jisung grins. “You’re sleepy. And, uh, you’re in love with Changbin. You love him deeply.”

You squint at Jisung. “What?”

“You love him, and will do anything for him,” Jisung finishes. “Um… Okay wake up.”

Hyunjin peeks his eyes open, blinking slowly.

“Did it work?” Jisung hopefully asks, clutching the pocket watch tightly.

“You’re a moron.” Hyunjin flicks Jisung’s forehead before facing you again. “Sleep.” He drags Jisung out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So, I know it’s been a very exciting relaxation period, but today we’ll actually get some rest.” Chan fluffs your pillows and picks the tv remote up. “What do you want to watch?”

You him as you think about it. “Put on a k-drama. A romantic, gushy one.”

Chan grins and chooses one for you before heading out the door. “Okay, text me if you need anything.”

You pout. “You’re not going to watch it with me?”

Chan grimaces. “Uh…”

Seungmin laughs. “Come on, Chan! It’s the least you can do since our ninth member is so badly hurt.”

Chan groans, throwing his head back. “Fine. But only if Seungmin has to watch it too.”

Seungmin scowls. “I don’t like that idea.”

“Too bad.” You stick your tongue out at him, smiling as he settles on your left side. Chan curls up on your right, eyes landing on the screen.

“Damn, he’s hot,” you whisper as a man wanders on screen.

Seungmin side-eyes you. “You’re kidding, right?”

You hide your face behind your hands. “No. But don’t judge me!”

Seungmin gestures at the television. “He’s the villain! The insane villain that kills people for fun.”

You duck your head, not wanting eye contact for what you’re about to say. “But… He’s hot.”

“Oh my gosh,” Chan mutters, shaking his head. His face is tinged with disappointment. “If you ever date someone, I’m going to be very suspicious. And scared.”

“He’s a murderer!” Seungmin points again. “He’s crazy! He’s- He’s… Oh, hello.”

Chan’s eyes widen. “Why is he shirtless?”

You smirk. “Because. That’s how these shows work. There’s always a scene with a dude shirtless in a shower.”

“But why?” Seungmin questions. “It’s not important to the plot at all.”

“Shut up,” you snap. “You’re ruining the view.”

Chan shifts, propping himself up on his elbows. “Okay, so who’s the- Wait, why is that guy bleeding? Who is that with the knife?”

“If you’re going to watch with me, you need to be quiet,” you sharply say. You level them both with glares.

“You’re the one that wanted us to watch it with you!” Seungmin exclaims. But his eyes remain glued to the show.

Time goes by, and the show progresses. You finish the first episode before Chan turns the second one on. By now, everyone is in agreement with you that the villain is hot.

“Daddy material,” you say under your breath.

Seungmin side-eyes you once again. “Okay, I wouldn’t go that far.”

“No, I mean it literally.” You pat his arm. “Look at his house. Plenty of room for a nursery. That shoulder? Perfect for burping a baby on. And damn, he even has jingly keys.”

Chan rolls his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “Weird, but okay. Are those your standards for men?”

“Jingly keys?” You glance over at him. “No. I have higher standards than that, actually.”

“I should hope so.” Seungmin gets up, sliding off the bed. “I need to go. I’m hungry.”

Chan pauses the show before placing the remote in your nightstand. “Alright, then. I think I’ll get some lunch too, then.” He looks to you. “Want us to make you something?”

“Sure.” You smile softly. “And thanks for taking care of me, guys. It’s… It’s hard for me to accept help.”

“We know.” Chan pats your good shoulder. “Why do you think I had people stay behind?

“Also he was scared that you’d burn the place down,” Seungmin adds.

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autistic kevin price headcanons because i have seen the light:

went by completely undetected because his symptoms presented in “acceptable” ways or were just not recognized by his parents/guardians as neurodivergent

needs routine and does not handle sudden changes to his routines well. if something unexpected happens he’ll freak (internally)

on that note, internalizes everythinggggg. not in the “turn it off” way – in the way that he will feel things but just will not express it outwardly if he can help it.

related, he is very much in a state of constant masking. he does not know how to unmask. he also does not know why he feels so stressed/anxious all the time (surely unrelated /s)

NEEDS his alone time to relax or he’ll lose it (but being the oldest of several siblings definitely trained him in Not having that)

gets overstimulated easily

type of guy who definitely studied and memorized social cues and norms to remember what’s acceptable and what’s not (unaware most people don’t need to do this)

generally very good at studying, memorizing, and parroting information. we see an example of this in AAP when he recites the entirety of the origins of mormonism, when later we find out he didn’t even fully understand or believe in all the mormon stories he studied.

part of the masking - hides all of his special interests/fixations and/or tries to downplay his interest to seem Normal. like “oh yeah i like that thing too!” <- trying so hard not to infodump

he is SO worried about how he’s perceived, and part of why he’s uncomfortable around arnold is because arnold is everything kevin doesn’t want to be seen as. he’s also envious of arnold; the way he’s able to causally be himself and be silly and goofy, make mistakes and then make amends, while kevin has kept all of that tucked away, out of sight.

was generally neutral about religion as a kid until his parents pulled the “well if you’re a good mormon then you’ll be rewarded and be able to go back to orlando :)” and then he Locked In.

orlando is obviously a fixation of his, despite how idealized it is as a concept in his head. definitely read about its history as a city and such via absorbing entire wikipedia pages, but he's most interested in the theme parks and tourist aspects, since that's what he was around when he visited. read everything he could about the development and history of the tourist industry and its major players. he's most interested in & familiar with disney world, since that's what left the biggest impact on him as a kid.

he flip-flops between being physically affectionate vs. touch-averse (based on mood & level of overstimulation). i think he’s naturally kind of touch-averse but has gotten used to dealing with it via lots of friendly people handshakes and pats on the back, siblings touching him constantly, older relatives and close acquaintances wanting hugs every time they see him, etc etc. i think mostly he doesn’t like being touched when it’s unexpected/he’s not mentally prepared for it to happen, or he's already on-edge. (for example, while sometimes put off by arnold randomly hugging him, he usually just lets it happen or doesn’t react. but in act 2 when he’s agitated and upset, he tells arnold not to touch him.)

on the other hand, sometimes he likes contact and comfort. it’s on his own terms when he initiates it <3 having something physical to grab/hold onto when upset or under duress is comforting and grounding. he likes the pressure of being hugged. when it’s people he’s very close to (like arnold post-play or (Sometimes) his parents), he’s fine and open to hugs and physical contact :) he’s just so used to it being obligatory and disingenuous (or purposefully to annoy him like with his siblings).

i think he also has just noticed that most people tend to respond positively when there is friendly contact involved (hand on the shoulder/arm, etc) and utilizes that. despite his social cues/norms studying, he sometimes doesn't know when to Not utilize this technique (like with an authority figure or someone you're not close to who might find it rude or offputting).

mostly subtle or socially-accepted stims, part of the "constantly masking and needing to seem normal and perfect" thing. tapping and fidgeting with things, bouncing leg, etc., keeping excess movement mostly to his hands. but he still has some things he does unconsciously, like shaking his hands/arms, repeatedly shifting his weight, and various tactile stims like thumping his chest or leg.

the wigglerrrrr. "disguises" stims by doing a little dance. hes a musical guy he likes performing so this is normal for him this is just one of his little quirks (<- copium. i mean it's true but he's still stimming and will do a little jig when he feels like he Needs to move his body around)

also hums a lot (more of a self-soothing thing).

can usually pick up on jokes/tone but sometimes takes things too literally

lowish empathy and has a hard time relating to others. definitely contributes to the "everything is about me?" mentality

while he’s well-liked in mormon spaces, has a harder time in public school and with people outside his church. like aside from having the Mormon Demeanor™ he just comes across as like. Weird. not in a way people can put their finger on, though, because for the most part he’s “normal.” he’s self-absorbed, yeah, but nice and doesn’t cause trouble. i think he’s stubborn and has a very hard time when things don’t “go his way,” or rather, how he expected them to. he’s very particular about things. he asks a lot of questions in class about small details and wants lots of clear directions on assignments. he comes across as “fake” to some people because of his masking and crazy politeness.

he wears the same exact clothes every day like a cartoon character. since they don’t have a uniform they’re his “school clothes” that he only wears at school. something like, idk, blue jeans and a white shirt. something simple and comfortable. one year during a spirit week event or halloween, everyone in his theater class dressed up as him in the same outfit. kevin didn’t even realize at first.

he’s the straightman among his friends because he’s easy to throw jokes at that takes him a moment to process, or takes too literally, or because they want to see Good Boy Kevin’s reaction to something less appropriate. he usually takes it in stride, though, and is a bit of a jokester himself

completely oblivious when other people have feelings for him. he’s so focused on other shit that it’s not on his radar at all. girls have confessed to him and he’s like oh. Huh? (this is definitely also leaning into my aspec headcanons for him so i’ll leave it be for now…)

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Poly! Ghostface Women x reader headcanons

WARNINGS: this contains every young female ghostface x reader. if you’re uncomfortable leave now for your protection!!

a/n: it seems anon isn’t to fond of amber 😂 i hope you enjoy and leave feedback!! have fun reading!! 💕

How it started:

they stalked you before even approaching you. it was maybe about a month or so before. they use their ghostface tactics to scare you, claiming that you look better scared and afraid. at first they took turns scaring you in costume, but one time they all came after you. they fell in love with your life, and since they wanted to be apart of it, they became friends with you.

during the ghostface killings you sorta isolated yourself in your home. you were terrified to die so soon by someone dressed up, so staying inside was the only choice you thought. they would come over, checking on you almost every day. it has gotten to a point where they’d stay a couple days with you at a time.

lots of writing about you. they have their own group journal where they document your life. pictures of you, clothes of yours, even strands of hair they collect (if you have any.) it’s not just love, it’s obsession with the thought of you. one day amber suggested they ask you to come over. jill was not liking that idea much, claiming that you would find out their evil ways. but after a while they all three went along with it.

“guys, make sure you keep everything hidden completely. just incase she/he has to go in one of our rooms or something i don’t know.” jill stated. “jill chill. our girl/boy will be fine and safe over here. she/he won’t know about ghostface till later.” quinn told her. they had planned on telling you about ghostface in the future. they think you’re different, and won’t run away after knowing.

so once they asked you the come over and you accepted, it was a nice stay. they made you feel at home, offering you anything you needed. for boys: oh goodness they would not stay off you. rubbing against you, messing with your hair, smelling you…😟 for girls: a whole girl sleepover!! pillow fights, makeup (if you wear any), drinking, gossiping, they act like your besties!! 😊

truth be told it was kinda just a tactic they used to have you over with them.

How You Start Dating:

“we should just all date at this point. right y/n?” amber had said. you were taken back but at that point in time you didn’t mind, you started to like all 3 of them at once, and to your knowledge they seemed to like you back. so why not give it a shot??

“i mean…if y’all are down i’m down.”

Relationship Headcanons:

the ghostface girls are a little different (better) than the guys when you live with them. JUST KIDDING!! it’s like hell but on earth unfortunately…☹️ fighting all day.

girl reader: they’re all girl girls so whenever you need something like period products or when you need to wear something of theirs, they have your back always.

the act like if they don’t cuddle you they’ll die. you definitely will be fought over by them. they have a problem with sharing, mostly amber tho. you try to talk to her, but sometimes you think your words go through one ear and out the other. not like you really care but still.

VERY OVERPROTECTIVE of you. you are theirs, so umm…you can’t do a lot. i’m sorry. ☹️ they don’t like when other boys or girls get near you, it triggers them hella. it could be your friend and they’ll still question your actions and theirs, causing a argument to insure.

the three of them have their own disagreements as well, sometimes cat fights happen. it’s mostly between amber and quinn. they’ll yell at each other all day if you weren’t there to stop them. it’s hard to stop them, but 5 minutes later they’ll understand and quit the bickering. “listen my angels, i love you all so much and i’m gonna need to guys to stop this arguing, okay?”

they do in fact keep the house clean (mostly) jill hates a dirty house, so you don’t really have to worry about a dirty place :)

some time after you guys start dating and getting used to everything, you end up finding out about ghostface. they didn’t tell you yet, but you found out because you put two and two together with clues. for some reason you didn’t freak out or get scared. you sat down next to them, they looked at you. “you know huh?” jill had said. “yes i do.” you give a light smile. “you’re not gonna run away then right?” amber asked you. “no.” it wasn’t a lie you were gonna stay with them, despite their sick and twisted ways.

girl reader: there would be times they would go out with you on dates, you guys would wear beautiful dresses (or whatever you’d prefer), and would go somewhere fancy and nice just for some alone time. “you guys are so beautiful.” “not as beautiful as you angel.”

boy reader: when you guys go out they pick out your tuxedo (or whatever you’d prefer) and make sure everything is ready. they call you handsome so much and won’t ever stay off of you. “our handsome man.”

[3amfanfiction]

It’s just dinner

Kyle asks you to have dinner with his captain—that’s normal, right?

2.1k, CW: sex work, unknowing prostitution, manipulation, gazslighting, enjoy!

You don’t know how you got here.

You’d think it would be obvious—what actions caused which responses, what conversations indicated acceptance. But as most things do, it all started so innocently.

Kyle was the perfect boyfriend. He was caring, understanding, and gave mind blowing head. Sure, sometimes he got a little bossyprotective, but it was always in your best interest!

He needed to know who you were hanging out with to make sure he could find you if there was an emergency. And he ended up being right about your friends, they weren’t looking out for your best interest.

You had a good thing with Kyle and it broke your heart when he came to you about your best friend propositioning him while you were out of town. You never would’ve believed it if he didn’t show you the texts himself. Honestly, it’s for the best that you cut ties. You haven’t had a chance to find new friends just yet— scared to put yourself out there as well as Kyle becoming extra protective over you after that incident. He practically glued himself to your side, wouldn’t even let you out of the house alone after that. He always looked out for you — the perfect boyfriend.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t push back very hard when he first brought it up.

“I know this makes you uncomfortable love, but it’s the Captain. I trust him with my life and he’s done so much for me—for us, lately,” he brushed the tips of his fingers along your hairline, down to your temple in a soft caress.

You were sitting on his lap, both legs thrown to one side while you leaned your shoulder against his chest. He had pulled you onto him shortly after lunch, saying he had something to talk to you about. Honestly, you were expecting a vacation—not this.

When you don’t respond to his statement he continues, “Remember last month when I was home for your birthday?” you nod shallowly, eyes darting to the side, “Cap pulled in quite a few favors to make it happen. I told him how important it was to you and he delivered.”

You force a swallow, trying to work up any amount of moisture in your mouth as your stomach knots in discomfort, “I didn't ask him to do that, Kyle,” defensive, why did you feel like you were in the wrong? “Regardless, why would he want dinner with me?”

This felt so far out of the realm of ordinary you didn’t have a clear path forward.

You’d spoken with John Price a handful of times. There had been get togethers with Kyle’s team and you’d gotten to visit with all of them. While your conversations with John were always easy, you felt they weren’t anything out of the ordinary.

“Hey now, I don’t want to hear any of that," Kyle frowns at you in admonishment. "You’re gorgeous and smart and any guy would be lucky if you gave them the time of day.” He cups your face in his palms, turning you fully towards him, “I love spending time with you, is it any surprise that my captain, the man I admire, also wants to spend time with you?”

His eyes are warm brown pools and they pull you into his orbit with ease. You feel yourself begin to fold. “I mean, wouldn’t it be weird?” You try, searching for a handhold in this free fall, “We’re dating and you want me to go on a date with another man. Wouldn't that make you uncomfortable?”

You try and turn your head away, attempting to put some space between the two of you so that you could breathe. It felt like you were drowning in his pull. He gently guided your face back towards his before shaking his head exasperatedly. “Love, it’s John,” as if you were a toddler that asked if you would go down the drain with the bath water. He tilts your head down to kiss the furrow between your brows before pulling you back up, eye to eye, “there’s no one safer I would have you with. Now, no more of this, you’ll have dinner with him this weekend.” His ‘I mean business’ voice coming out and you knew you had lost any chance of further arguments.

“Okay,” you stammer weakly, “okay, you’re right. It’s just dinner with your captain. I can do that.” You try to reassure yourself. You honestly don’t know why you’re so nervous. He’s always been a perfect gentleman, if a bit of a flirt, whenever you would speak. And it was just dinner. It would be like going to grab a meal with a friend.

Really.

Why were you being such a baby about this? You felt kind of silly that you were making the situation bigger than it was, now that a decision had been made.

Kyle beamed at you as if you had just told him you loved him for the first time. He peppered kisses all over your face, his faint stubble tickling the sensitive skin of your jaw and neck. “Such a good girl for me, pet,” in between nips and flicks of his tongue, “you’re absolutely perfect, do you know that?”

You giggle and wrap your arms around the back of his neck, keeping him close to you and tilting your chin to give him more access, “Yes, yes, I know, I’m wonderful.” You say in mock haughtiness.

You gasp as his hands work their way under your top to flick and pinch at your nipples, “so bloody wonderful,” is growled into your skin.

Before you can blink you’ve been flipped onto your back on the couch, Kyle pressing into your soft body, pinning you down. “Let me show you just how wonderful you are—” is all the warning you get before you’re stripped naked and he makes his way between your thighs, showing his appreciation. Again and again . . . . and again.

///

That led to tonight. Date night. With Captain John Price.

John was sitting across from you, eyes crinkled with the force of his smile as took you in.

“Doll, you look—“ here he trailed off for a second, looking for the perfect word, “like a dream.” He decided on with a decisive nod. You had to admit, he wasn't wrong.

Yesterday, Kyle convinced you that you needed a new outfit before your dinner with Captain Price.

"I can't have you showing up without looking your finest, babe," he said, bundling you into the car to head downtown. "We're going all out, do you hear me? New dress, new shoes, new lingerie."

"Kyle Garrick! We are not buying me new lingerie. This is just a dinner!" you screech at him in shock, astounded by his audacity and maybe a little bit hurt when he laughed at you.

"Calm down babe, it's nothing like that," he reassures as if you're a spooked horse, "that'll just be for us. You're going to be sitting with the Captain—eating dinner, laughing at his jokes, batting these pretty eyelashes for him— and I want to know that you're dressed like an absolute slut under your pretty dress."

Your damp panties made sure you couldn't look anyone in the eye the whole time you were at the boutique.

The fact that he made you pose for pictures before stepping into your dress tonight was very on brand for him. I need something to keep me company while you're at dinner. I'm going to be lonely sitting here all by myself while you're having fun.

You realized your date for the evening was looking at you, waiting for your response. You smoothed your palms over your thighs bashfully, "thank you, Captain Price. You look very handsome tonight also."

"Bah! I've told you pet, it's John. No need for formalities between us," he brushed you off with a smooth shrug of his wide shoulders, reaching across the table to pat your hand, leaving his palm to linger for a few heartbeats before withdrawing.

For tonight's dinner he had poured himself into a button up that was straining at the seams to keep his mass contained. A watch glinted at his wrist, drawing your gaze to his strong hands and thick fingers. His scarred knuckles causing something to flutter deep inside.

"John, then," you felt your cheeks warm with the gentle chastisement, taking a small sip of your drink to give yourself a moment to recenter. When you reached forward to set the glass back down you noticed John's eyes zero in around your shoulder, his gaze shifting away after a few moments, something flitting across his gaze, too quickly for you to make out.

"Tell me about your week, pet, what have you done?"

What followed was several hours of conversation and laughter, with good food and drinks mixed in. John had you eating off his fork, here love, you have to try these potatoes. I've never had them better, drinking his whiskey, you haven't had something this smooth in your mouth before, dove. Give it a sip, no I'll hold the glass, just tilt that pretty chin up for me, and slapping at his shoulder with an admonishing John Price! when he moved his chair around the table to whisper into your ear about the other patrons at the restaurant. His lips touching the sensitive skin with every gravely word spoken, those two over there? It's definitely their first date. Look at them, I bet he's going to have her dress up around her waist before they even make it out of the parking lot. I bet if we listen closely we'll be able to hear her squealing.

You did your best to mask the shudder that went down your spine as he continued, ignoring your censure as if you hadn't spoken, his deep voice causing the hair on your arms to rise. You were completely unprepared for his big palm to come down on your thigh under the table. If he wouldn't have been pressing down so firmly, your jolt would have sent your knee slamming into the underside of the table.

"Are you okay pet? Not cold, are you?" he asked in a concerned burr, already starting to reach for his jacket, ready to bundle you up if needed.

"No, no, I'm okay John," you reassured. As tempting as it was to be wrapped up in a thick coat that smelled like John's tobacco and woody cologne, it was probably best if you didn't cross that line. It felt too much like what someone would do when they were out on a date. You didn't want to send the wrong impression—you were here for a dinner between friends, that was all.

John of course was perfectly understanding. "Lovely. I'd hate to cover up that beautiful dress, anyways," he gave you a wink like you two were in on a joke together. He straightened back up to continue his comentary of the different dates happening in the restaurant.

You hadn't noticed it at first, but each table did in fact seem to be on a date. There wasn't a single group or family sitting down for dinner, it was all made up of couples. How strange.

With your last drinks finished, it was time for the night to be over. John pulled your chair back for you before offering his arm, walking you outside.

Standing under the stars, he reached up to adjust the shoulder of your dress with a secretive smile, fingers lingering to brush the soft skin before raising his hand to cup your jaw. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss into your cheek, keeping your face still—pinned.

After a heartbeat too long, he pulled back, the car service reaching the curb. He helped you into the backseat with a soft 'goodnight, pet, until next time'.

///

When you get home Kyle is waiting up, watching a movie quietly on the couch. He stands to greet you with a smile and a hug.

"My best girl, I've missed that pretty face," he crows, drawing you in for a kiss that never seems to end, making out like teenagers. Kyle seems ravenous, like he will die if he doesn't get the breath straight from your lungs. Your fingers press into his tight curls while his hands grope and squeeze the fat of your hips, kneading you similar to a cat.

He finally pulls back, leaving you panting and dazed, unsure of what precipitated—a reward? That's what it felt like, like a reward for doing something correctly. Mistake after mistake and you finally nailed the trick, aren't you so smart?

One final peck to your lips and he's taking a step back. He glanced down towards your shoulder and gives a little laugh, 'your pretty new bra is showing baby, are you trying to tease me?'

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[violetasteracademic]

A little birdie told me the Elriel tags were in desperate need of some good vibes and unhinged smut, so dropping by to sprinkle a slutty lil one shot!

Summary:

Elain escapes to the Dawn Court for one evening, hoping to ease the pain of her broken heart with the distraction of a ball. But Azriel, the very shadowsinger she has sworn to forget, has followed her. And he isn't too keen on letting other males put their hands on the Night Court seer.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Rough sex, exhibitionism, mild pain/power dynamic kink, orgasm denial, breeding kink, garden fucking, yes literal hedge maze fucking, unhinged jealous possessive Azriel and Elain loves it, it's basically just kinky. But very beginner friendly! (er... in my opinion. I guess let me know if I'm wrong about that lolol)

This fic was inspired by Deep End by Ali Hazelwood for @yourstarsmyscars and all the girlies who went insane for Lukas Blomqvist as a modern day Azriel.

Read the fic here

Preview below the cut.

“Elain,” Azriel called after her, but she didn’t slow down. Not until she managed to shove her way through the crowded ballroom and burst out into the garden for a breath of fresh air. “Elain, stop.”

“You’re giving me orders now?” Elain spun on her heel. “What are you doing here, Azriel?”

Azriel’s nostrils flared. “I’m making sure you’re safe. Someone obviously needs to.”

Elain’s jaw fell open, then quickly snapped closed. She was right, then. He’d been sent after her. It stung more than she cared to admit. “I am perfectly safe. Not that it is any business of yours. You can tell my sisters there is nothing to worry about.”

Azriel’s gaze briefly flickered in confusion at the mention of her sisters, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by an icy rage. “Oh really?” Azriel moved in on her, forcing her to retreat until the stone wall halted her movements. “Damon Thatcher is a sniveling creep. There is no way in hell I would let you accept a drink from him.”

“Let me?” Elain’s chest heaved. How dare he? “You don’t control what I do and don’t do Azriel. I will dance with whoever I want and drink champagne with whoever I want, and you don’t get to say a damn word about it.” 

She shoved at his chest, but he snatched her wrists in his hands and pressed her into the wall.

“Not him,” he said, so low and quiet her breath hitched. “Promise me it won’t be him. He’s an ass.”

Elain took a deep breath, trying desperately to clear the fog from the heat of his body and the light, heady buzz from the champagne. “Why does it matter to you?” 

Azriel’s pupils blew wide and his breath sawed through his chest. But he didn’t say a single word.

Elain’s heart was caving in. She couldn’t stand to be this close to Azriel. To breathe in his scent and feel his eyes boring into her, as if he would die if he couldn’t touch her. But he had already proven that wasn’t true. It was a mistake. He never wanted her in the way she thought. So why was he doing this?

“You don’t want me, but no one else gets to have me either? Is that what this is?” She shook her head and turned away, desperate to keep him from seeing the tears forming. “It seems like the only ass here is you, Azriel.” This time, he didn’t stop her when she shoved him away.

It broke something in her. After all this time, she still held on to some fragile hope that she hadn’t imagined everything between them. That the crazed and desperate look she sometimes saw in his eyes wasn’t just… Well, whatever it was. She had no idea anymore. But it hurt too much to try to understand.

“I won’t accept a drink or another dance from Damon,” Elain said over her shoulder. “I… I didn’t like the way he made me feel. But I am not leaving here alone tonight, Azriel. I can’t bear another night alone. So, please. Don’t interfere again.”

Her hand had just barely begun to reach for the knob when darkness swarmed around her.

She landed hard against a cold stone wall, and gasped for breath when the shadows faded and revealed a small fountain surrounded by hedges. Elain had seen the large hedge maze in the Dawn Court gardens, and briefly considered how romantic it would be to sneak quietly away if she indeed found someone she could attempt to distract herself from Azriel with. But it was Azriel himself gripping her wrists and looking like a half crazed animal.

“Azriel,” Elain hissed. “What are you doing?”

“No,” he choked out. 

“No what?”

“No, I don’t want anyone else touching you.”

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting if their s/o who's struggling with eating properly and worrying about their weight

Request: hi!! can u do svt reaction to their s/o having troubles with eating properly because she thinks she is too fat and should start a diet or smth. i feel like they would be so careful and worried about her. just write whatever you are comfortable with!! thank u 💗

A/N: Food should be comforting and not something that makes us feel guilty :( Please remember, you are so loved and worthy exactly as you are. If you’re ever struggling with things like this, don’t hesitate to reach out for support.

I really love Joshua, Jun and Woozi's part.

Seungcheol: You’re eating less or skipping meals, and he’s so concerned about you. He’d sit you down and ask if everything is okay. He’d remind you how much he loves you just as you are.

Jeonghan: He’d approach it with a lot of patience. He knows how hard it is, so he’d make sure you knew how beautiful you are. He’d tell you, gently and firmly. He’d try to distract you from the negative thoughts by taking you on a walk.

Joshua: Joshua would want to help you feel at ease at all times. He’d ask about your eating habits and listen without judgment, wanting to understand. He’d reassure you that your worth isn’t based on your body but on the person you are. He’d cook for you, just to show you that food and your body can be a source of love, not fear.

Jun: He’d make sure you knew he’s not going anywhere, no matter what. “If you don’t feel good about yourself, I feel it too, you know?” he’d say, his gaze soft and serious. He’d talk to you about your insecurities, offering a non-judgmental ear. Then, he’d encourage you to eat with him, making it fun by cooking both his and your favorite meals with you, showing you how food can be enjoyed in a healthy, loving way.

Hoshi: “You’re perfect just as you are!” He’d keep a positive attitude, trying to lift your spirits and remind you how special you are. He might make a silly little challenge, like trying new foods together, to help you feel more comfortable around foods.

Wonwoo: He’d notice the little things, like when you avoid meals or eat less than usual. He wouldn’t pressure you, just let you know that his love for you is unwavering. “I love you the way you are. I don't really care about your weight,” he'd say.

Woozi: Woozi would be a little more practical but still very thoughtful. He’d notice the change in your eating habits and would ask what’s been going on. “You don’t have to change for anyone,” he’d say, pushing aside any work to focus on you. He’d make sure you know that being healthy is important, but so is feeling happy and loved in your own skin. He might even cook something for you that reminds you that food is meant to nourish, not punish.

Dokyeom: He'd would be very affectionate, his heart going out to you. “You’re beautiful, already. I love you,” he’d say as he pulls you into a tight hug. He’d be genuinely concerned and want to make sure you feel comfortable in your own body. He'd make sure you know he loves you for you, not how you look. He’d do everything in his capacity to make you feel accepted and cherished.

Mingyu: “You’re beautiful, okay?” he’d say with a grin, hugging you tightly. “I don’t care about anything else, you’re perfect to me.” Mingyu would do his best to reassure you, always reminding you that he’s proud of you just the way you are. He might as well cook you every food that you ever loved as a punishment for thinking so low about his s/o.

Minghao: He’d listen to everything you had to say, holding you close and reassuring you that you don’t need to change for anyone. He’d make sure you knew how much he adored you for who you are, not for what you look like. He’d offer to help you take care of yourself, mostly in the form of giving you peace of mind.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan would immediately start asking if you’re okay after seeing you drastically loose weight, panicking a bit but in a way that’s endearing. “You don’t have to do anything to change for me!” He’d remind you how much he loves you. He’d encourage you to enjoy more food with him and would keep reassuring you, making sure you knew he loved every. single. part of you.

Vernon: You don’t need to change a thing about yourself because vernon would guide you into taking care of your body in a healthy way, but always with love and no pressure. He’d make sure you felt safe and accepted, with no judgments from him or anyone.

Dino: Dino would be a little confused at first but would quickly become incredibly gentle. “You’re so perfect already,” he’d say softly, wrapping his arms around you. He’d be so worried that you might be hurting yourself by not eating enough wnd being too hard on yourself. He'd hire Mingyu with pleading eye to teach him how to make all of your comfort and favorite foods.