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Digimon Ghost Game ~ Episode 62 + Character Progress + Friendship: Espimon & Aoi Udagawa (Ruri's Friend)
"YOU broke the contract!"
"Want to COME--" "with ME?"
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*:ïŸâ§*:ïœ„ïŸ It's Like That *:ïŸâ§*:ïŸ
You decide to accept Itadori's invitation to the movies. It turns out better than expected.
Pairing: Itadori x GN!Reader
CW: Fluff, SFW, hand holding, potential friends to lovers, it's technically a date đ
âDo you guys want to see Human Earthworm 4 with me?â
The three of you minus Itadori, who posed the question, share a lukewarm look. Youâre on the edge of the shopping district, trying to decide what to do after your mission, if anything, and thatâs the first idea that floats out amongst the group.Â
âWhatâs it about?â Nobara asks.
After Itadori explains the horror romance, thereâs even less enthusiasm amongst the group to watch the movie with him. Sensing this, he ups the bargain.
âIâll pay.â
You wince when you see Fushiguro pull out his phone. âI donât really have the energy to sit through a movie,â he excuses himself, fingers going a mile a minute to escape the situation of friendship for today. âIâm going home.â
Your broody classmate holds his ringing phone to his ear and briefly glances at Nobara.
âIâm going to hit up the shops," she responds to his silent question.
Megumi leaves the three of you behind in no time flat. Nobara only stays behind long enough to ask if you want to go shopping with her. While you normally love to go with her and are in dire need of new shoes, you notice a lonely sullen shadow building over your slit-cheeked classmate and throw up an apologetic smile to her.Â
âI think Iâll go with Itadori-kun today.â
You miss the way his head perks up as you wave her off. Before you have a chance to collect your thoughts, Itadori is already on top of you, his fists drawn in front of him excitedly and chestnut irises filled with happy stars.
âYouâre going to love it,â he tells you. Itâs cute how he nearly shakes with excitement, you can even hear it growing in his voice and shining in his eyes. âItâs such a good series! I mean, I know it sounded weird, but itâs so much better on screen thatâ forget any of what I said, you gotta see for yourself!â
He wastes no time taking off in the direction of the theatre, and you jog to keep up with the speed of the Tiger of the West. It isnât until he notices you lagging behind that he slows up to grab your hand and pull you with him.
âCome on, come on, we donât want to miss the opening.â
âIs this one of those movies where I need to see the first three to know whatâs going on?â
âWell, thereâs a few returning characters, like Dr. Richter, but I can fill you in on the important stuff so donât worry.â
When you get to the theatre, Itadori immediately jumps in the ticket line, huffing in relief when there are still seats available. You begin to pull out your wallet but pause when he hands you a pink paper ticket.
âI told you itâs on me,â he reminds you before going down the line and ordering a large popcorn, two drinks, and beating you to grab a packet of candy that you were staring at for two seconds too long.Â
He hands the bag of sweets to the cashier to scan. âAnd this please,â he asks before handing the candy to you.Â
âThatâs okay,â you tell him, but he laughs it off.
âItâs fine. Thatâs your favorite, right?â
You shyly nod and hold onto the envelope of overpriced candy like itâs the most precious thing in the world causing the cashier to smile at you as she finishes preparing your items.
âArenât you two the cutest,â she comments.Â
You squeak quietly at her comment, crumpling your candy in surprise. Itâs not a big deal she mistook you as a couple, itâs not like Itadori was someone you didnât like after all, and itâs not like there was any need to correct her but you didnât know if he felt the same way about the situation.Â
Curiously, you look at him, waiting for him to make the decision on the matter. Surprisingly, he blurts out a quick and happy, âThanks!â before moving on to fill his drink.
As you watch him, you fight the urge to ask why he didnât correct her; and when you notice that heâs way more interested in finding the right theater, you decide he must have said it because it wasn't worth a fuss.
The two of you get seats at the back of the theater, and you shift over people carefully to avoid falling into Itadoriâs back as you find your seats. You can finally relax as he sets the bucket of popcorn on the armrest between you.
Soon enough, the movie begins to play.
It starts off like every normal horror movie. A mad scientist, a hapless victim, and an escape followed by a romantic subplot of the human earthworm discovering that the woman he met indeed loves him even if he is a worm.Â
Thatâs about as much as you can keep up with. There are too many easter eggs that keep flying over your head and too many callbacks to the previous movies in the series. Itadori does his best to try to help you whenever you whisper questions at him; but eventually, youâre too distracted by the couple in front of you making out to pay attention to the movie.
Itâs so obnoxiously grotesque, their arms wrapping around each other and a soft moan every so often thatâs drowned out by the guttural sounds of the earthworm children. You canât really believe theyâd do that in public, and why did they have to be so close to you out of all people?
Itadori looks at you and then finally catches on to whatâs making you squirm. When he does, a faint hint of red starts to coat across his nose, and he becomes equally uncomfortable.Â
Deciding to make it a little better for the both of you, you nudge him then make a silly disgusted face with your tongue stuck out to mimic a gag. Youâre rewarded with a snicker from him and his own silly face in turn, and it makes the awkwardness of it a little easier to take as you try to focus back on the movie.
Itâs another half hour in before you wonder exactly how the hell are they still going at it.Â
âSociety really needs to bring shame back,â you think before a warm breath hits your ear and fans down your jaw.Â
You nearly jump before the smooth sounds of Itadoriâs voice greet you.Â
âSo, that guyââ he begins but youâre way too focused on how close he leaned into you this time, how low the timbre of his voice goes to keep from disturbing those around you. It makes your feet curl in your shoes and your breath catch in your chest when his shoulder connects with your arm.
You feel heightened to his presence and the heat of him so close. It wasnât like this earlier, but your heart is racing and your skin tickles the more he whispers. You think heâs so close that he could almost kiss your earlobe.Â
Itâs a path that you didnât know you had in your mind, and it leaves you rattled as the smallest brush of pink hair hits your skin as he straightens back up and reaches for another handful of popcorn.Â
Every time he touches your arm after to get your attention or your hand scoops by his in the popcorn bucket, you start to become flustered and jittery like a child after too much sugar.Â
It lasts until the movie reaches its apex.
Thereâs a combined scream that fills the theatre, and you tense at the splatter of blood hitting the camera, leaving the few remains of your popcorn scattered across the floor as you unwittingly knock it over and squeeze Itadoriâs hand tight.Â
Your fingers slot with his and your fingertips bury against his palm, and itâs the only thing keeping you from bursting into a scream.Â
When the lights flash back on, you notice how pink his hand looks under your tense hold and mumble out an apology.Â
âOh, that?â he asks followed by the same charming laugh as always. âIt was pretty funny. You shouldâve seen your face, like a blowfish,â he comments, teasingly mocking your blow-eyed expression as everyone around you begins to exit. âI never took you for a scaredy-cat.â
âYouâre one to talk. You screamed in my ear at least a dozen times,â you remind him as the two of you also make your way towards the exit doors. âSounded like you were on fire.â
âDonât say fire in a theatre!â he scolds with a hiss.
âYou said it louder.â
âTo remind you not to say it!âÂ
You giggle at how offended he sounds as you break out into the light of the late afternoon. You walk with Itadori back to your pickup spot on the edge of the shopping district. Itâs surprisingly quiet especially considering who youâre with, and it makes you worry a bit.Â
You thought Itadori would be more excited after watching the film and practically forcing you to run 500m dash to get there, but heâs barely said two words about it since leaving the theatre, briefly mentioning how heâs still glad they used a real costume for the main earthworm instead of CGI.
But since leaving, his mood seems to have dampened. You thought about bringing something up from the movie, but you couldnât really catch more than a few bloody scenes and a little evil monologuing from Dr. Richter outside the moments when Itadori would have your attention, with his voice in your ear or his hand excitedly clasping around your wrist each time he enthusiastically info-dumped a scene to you.
âHey, um,â he begins piquing your interest. He seems to lose his nerve when you catch his eye; his gaze flutters to his feet before nervously picking back up to glimpse at your face but only for a few seconds. âThanks for coming with me.â
You smile. âDonât mention it. It wasâŠdifferent.âÂ
âYeah,â he agrees but he still seems down.Â
âItadori-kun? Is everything okay?â
âYeahâŠItâs justâŠI could tell you didnât really like the movie. I mean I knew from the start it wasnât really your thing. You and Nobara usually like to shop together more than watch horror movies. But stillââ he breathes in deep, a shy color blossoming across his face. âItâs been a while since it felt like I did something normal, so it was really nice having someone to come with me. I appreciate it.â
There's something about his explanation that makes your heart hurt. He hasnât been a sorcerer that long yet; and coming from being a normal kid to the world you were born into was probably scarier than you all could understand.Â
âItâs not that I didnât enjoy it! I just couldnât really follow the story between that annoying couple smacking the whole time, and I felt like I barely follow anything at all!â you reason with him, but he still has that kicked puppy look on his face.Â
You sigh with soft empathy before offering him a reassuring smile.
âHey, Itadori-kun, you know I think Iâd like to come back and see it again with you. After we watch the first three movies of course."
He gives you a curious look, his eyebrows raised with disbelief.Â
âReally?â
You give a cute and short nod. âMhm! I canât really give it a fair chance if I havenât seen the ones leading up to it. Besides, I want to know why Dr. Richter was trying to kidnap the baby H.E.s in the first place? Couldnât he make more Enhanced H.E.s from the DNA left from the original experiment victim like he did at the beginning of the movie?âÂ
Itâs like you open the skies back over him when your words sink in, and he moves so happily, speaks so fully, and it makes you happy to see him simply be happy.Â
âThey explain it so good in the third movie,â he says, unable to hold in his excitement. âI know a great site, it has subtitles and everything, and a special directorâs cut at the end of the second movie.â
You laugh. âSounds good!â
âWe should pick up some more snacks; the original is actually pretty long,â he warns and starts to lead you towards the convenience store. Your smile only breaks when you feel the tug on your arm and look down to notice his hand still fastened around yours.Â
You freeze, feeling your face warm a bit when you realize heâs probably been holding it since before you left the theater. This makes him pause and turn towards you.
Softly, he calls your name and asks if youâre okay, making you drop your head bashfully.
âOh, itâs nothing really but youâre still holding my hand,â you point out.
Itadori looks down between the two of you and confirms that his fingers are still locked with yours, a comfortable fit. Â
âHuh, oh, I guess I am,â he states matter-of-factly before he blushes. âOh, itâs probably all gross and oily right? Yuck.â
You shake your head. âNo, itâs not actually,â you correct, making no move to force him to let go because you honestly donât want him to stop this good feeling pouring from him into you through the simple act.Â
Your soft expression makes his cheeks warm for a different reason this time.Â
âOh, well, w-we should probably hurry,â he stammers out, and your hand tightens around his hand just a little bit more as you agree and find the closest convenience store to prepare for your first movie night.Â
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Nobara stops outside the convenience store, hand to the glass as she stalks back and forth, trying to catch glimpses down the aisle.Â
She could have sworn she just saw the two of you walk in from the other side of the street, and she was going to come to say hi â partially to ask how the movie went and partially to make Itadori carry her shopping bags if the two of you were done â that was before she noticed how close the two of you looked.
Weirdly close.Â
When she finally catches you in the foggy glass, hand in hand, looking at the mini gacha inside the store, she gasps and quickly shuffles her bags around in search of her phone.Â
Kugisaki quickly scrolls through her contacts, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for the line to pick up.
âFushiguro get here quick,â she harshly whispers into the device.
Thereâs a lazy voice on the other end asking what she wants, and she vaguely explains the situation to be met with resistance.
âWell then have Ijichi drop you off again! What do you mean âNoâ?" she growls. "Shut up and listen to me. They just went into 7/11. Ugh. Fine, fine, Iâm sending you some pictures,â she argues.Â
Kugisaki quickly starts to snap some pictures through the glass and frantically sends them off before bringing the phone back to her ear.
âThatâs what Iâm saying so hurry up and get here! Yes, itâs like that!âÂ
#itadori x reader#yuji x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#yuuji x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yuji fluff#itadori fluff#gender neutral reader#tbh i love horror movies and wouldve honestly went with him#yuuji itadori x reader#itadori yuuji
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Mc/Yuu that when given genuine affection from their friends such as a small gift or just being told that they enjoy being around them, they just get really quiet and look at their friend with shock and disbelief, tearing up a little bit and just going "...oh..." in a real small voice.
Bonus points if they're not usually emotional like this.
It would be fun if it was the overblot gang since they just got some gifts themselves, or maybe ADeuce duo...idk man, I just want some wholesome friendship, I feel like there aren't enough fics like that in this fandom-
WARNINGS: Can be read as platonic or romantic, some of these might be longer/shorter than others, all of them care about you but (almost) all of them are bad with Emotions. also there are slight references to book 6 in Idiaâs section if you squint
COMMENTS: AWH this is such a cute idea! And yes, there should definitely be more wholesome, platonic fics! Also, sorry these are short D:
Wait, crap, youâre tearing up? He just got you a present- are you okay?? Heâs low key worried about you, unsure if this is just you being extremely excited about his (amazing) gift or if thereâs something else going on. Either way, heâs quick to figure it out and reassure you as best he can. Heâs torn between feeling bad about making you cry and being happy you liked his present so much. Either way, he pulls you into a hug and rubs patterns into your back until you feel better.
Youâre crying?! Ohhhh crap oh crap oh crap- he doesnât know what to do! Was his present that bad-? Once you reassure him and tell him you love it, he relaxes a little bit but is still clearly distressed. He isnât very good at figuring out why youâre reacting this way, but his genuine care for you shines through and helps you feel a little more comfortable in his own way.
Wh-what?? Did he do something wrong-? He did a bunch of research, so he had assumed that this gift would be something youâd appreciate, not tear up over! Riddle is. Confused. And scared. Heâs new to this whole âhaving friendsâ thing, and he thinks very highly of you, so the thought of messing up is pretty scary. Heâs at quite a loss of what to do. When you reassure him and tell him youâre okay, heâs very relieved. He makes a note of how much you appreciated the gift and is determined to do more for you. If he has to get used to having friends, he wants you to get used to receiving the affection you deserve, too.
Awh, come on. Youâre seriously tearing up over this? He ruffles your hair affectionately, giving you space to process your emotions while staying nearby. He doesnât quite get what all the fuss is about - all he knows is he got you something and then you âexploded into tearsâ (you did not, heâs exaggerating). He sits with you until you feel better and tries to think of ways he could give you stuff without you âfreaking outâ like this. Maybe some money left in your pockets would be a good ideaâŠ
As soon as you tear up, he wants to go hide in his octo-pot. He knew it, it was a stupid idea. He shouldâve gone with the other present idea, maybe then youâd be less disappointed. If you even still want to be friends with him after this. The moment you explain that youâre really happy, however, his mood does a complete 180, attempting to both comfort you and gloat a little at the same time. He would pat you a little awkwardly on the shoulder, wanting to express he appreciated your vulnerability. Heâs definitely making notes on things he could spoil you with.
He freezes. Dang, he thought it was something youâd like. If not, thatâs okay, he did keep the receipt. You can take it back to the store and get a refund if youâd- oh? You liked it? Heâs another one that would try to comfort you and feel smug at the same time. The thought of making anyone but particularly you so happy is a little jarring to him, and your way of expressing emotions is definitely unexpected, but heâs glad he got you this. Maybe heâll get you something better next time.
For once, Vil is speechless. For a moment he just kinda stands there in surprise, before sweeping you into his arms for a hug - completely ignoring how his clothes might crinkle. He didnât think you would react that way, and - although heâs pretty sure youâre happy - he wants to comfort you anyway. Once you confirm youâre actually happy, he thinks your reaction is sweet and endearing and pure. Heâs definitely buying you more things if this is your reaction to it,
The moment you say âohâ and start to tear up heâs internally going say sike rn. Bro was not prepared for Emotions. He can hardly handle his own feelings, whyâd fate dump him with someone elseâs?! Especially since they belong to someone he cares about. Heâs not real good with other people, let alone taking care of them. He wishes Ortho was here - he could google Top 10 Ways To Comfort A Friend Who Randomly Starts Crying. Idia kinda just ends up patting your entire head awkwardly and saying âthere thereâ through his tablet. He knows itâs pathetic, okay?
Heâs utterly confused. He followed the Human Customs of buying a gift for someone you care about, why are you displaying a negative reaction? Was the gift not satisfactory? Lilia said this would be enough, although perhaps he shouldâve gone with his original plan and bought you significantly more. Were you perhaps disappointed? Once you reassure him, he almost laughs. He thinks your reaction was very cute, he will be buying you significantly more things. Prepare yourself.
â„Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!â„
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The Jacket (part 1/2)
Summary: Alive!reader gets assigned a new locker, finds Wallyâs letterman jacket and decides to keep it
Includes: Wally Clark x reader, smut
A/N: I just love Wally & Rhondaâs friendship
"This is not what I meant when I asked for a new locker."Â You said, scrunching your nose in disgust.
âYeah, it's like they haven't cleaned it in decades" Your friend dusted her hands off.
A comical cloud of dust came out of the locker, when you finally managed to open the jammed metal door. Coughing, you stepped back.
Meanwhile, unbeknown to you, two students were watching. Dead Students to be exact.
âHey, isn't that your locker, hot stuff?" Rhonda pointed her lollipop towards the situation.
The footballer turned and nearly tripped, running over to you.
âStop panicking, it's not like you could do anything about it anyway." The brunette rolled her eyes and started following him.
âThey promised my my mum they wouldn't give my locker away and now I see some-â Wally tried to find the right words, holding onto Rhondas arm.
She raised a brow at him âHot cheerleaders taking over your locker ?"
âI'm serious! All the stuff I have on me is in there, what if they throw it away?" He said, watching you hold up his letterman jacket.
âYou're right, they really havent cleaned this in ages." You looked at your friend.
She reached inside, pulling out a blue and white jacket. You took it from her and held it up. âIt's cute don't you think? Kinda vintage."
âOh my god. look." She pointed at the stitching at the right top. âWally' it read in white italic letters. You looked at her. âYou think it belonged to the stadium guy?"
âPossible? I mean there's other stuff in there. Maybe he wants it back." Your friend crossed her arms. âWe could go to the library at lunch and look into the yearbooks to find out."
The bell rang, interrupting your little locker investigation.
âSounds like a plan." You said, before walking to class.
â
Wally anticipated lunch break and already waited in the yearbook section, when Rhonda suddenly appeared next to him.
âWhat are you doing here? Aren't you busy catching gossip in the teachers lounge ?" he asked, cocking a brow at her in question.
She smirked. âI love gossip, but seeing your big star student slash jock ego getting crushed by two human girls is even more entertaining to me"
Wally mocked her smirk and rolled his eyes. He was about to reply when he heard you and your friend entering the aisle.
â1981, 1982- ah here Yearbook of 1983. The trophy cabinet has a table with all, the state champion teams and his name was listed in that year."
Rhonda leaned her head on Wallyâs shoulder, or at least as far as she could with their height difference. âOh superstar, even state champion? Aww, if I wasn't dead I'd feel sorry."
âFuck you, Rhonda."Â Wally scoffed, trying to concentrate on you skipping through the yearbook pages.
âSorry I'm not into footballers, sweetheart." She sucked on her lollipop again, leaning against the shelf.
Wally took a deep breath. He was a nice guy, really and he liked Rhonda, but sometimes her attitude just got to him.
âMaybe, footballer dick is just what you need to get over your brooding and depressed mood."
Rhonda laughed. â Ew." She pushed his shoulder.
âTurn to the exceptional students pages." Your friend said and flipped through the book.
There it was, a full double page.
In loving memory of Wally Clark stood under his picture. Fluffy black hair, chocolate brown eyes and charming smile, wearing the exact same jacket you found in your locker today.
âHe's dead?" It sounded more like a questioin than a statement coming out of your mouth.
âSad, he's sexy." You friend stated.
Rhonda nearly choked on her lollipop and Wally swallowed, before a smirk crept upon his lips.
âShe did not just say that?" The shorter ghost crossed her arms.
âHe is." You agreed before nudging your friend.
âYou think he was a fuckboy ?" She laughed and you joined in. Taking the book from you she read the different things written about him.
âLook, this cheerleader wrote âHe loved eating jelly filled donuts' Oh I'm sure he did" She wiggled her eyebrows.
âWell if I was born back then, I wouldn't mind him tasting my jelly filled donut." you said giggling.
After chattinf some more, the two of you put the book back and left, still giggling about the handsome footballer.
Wally's face burnt bright red and he felt like his cheeks were on fire. He knew that girls had found him cute back when he was alive, but he never heard girls talk about him like that.
âCongratulations stud, now you're a teenage girls' wet dream in two centuries." Rhonda joked and patted his shoulder.
âWhat do you mean ?" Wally asked nervously.
Of course he had sex before and he did like it rough, but he was in a relationship before he died and even now he only had one partner to relief his teenage hormones. Wally never wanted to use someone for their body, but this âtrapped in the school as a ghostâ situation didn't really allow any relationships.
âWhat I mean is, that girls are or were obsessed with you. When you came to this school I couldn't go anywhere without the female students talk about âtall and sexy' you are and how hot you look during football practice."Â She made a disgusted face and Wally looked at her in shock.
âOh and don't we forgot about your girlfriend back then. She was very descriptive to her friends about your dick and how exactly you used it to bring her to the edge."
Wally now leaned against the shelves, trying not to freak out.
âBut that was long ago, most of the ghosts here died after me." He said, trying to make himself feel better.
âI don't know why you're freaking out so much? I should be freaking out. Of disgust." She tried to calm him.
âYou're right. I just thought- I can't believe I was so naiive." he said, looking down.
âHey Wally, you're a nice guy." she said, making him smile. âStill entitled tho."
He laughed and rolled his eyes.
â
A few days later you were able togive Wally's mother the stuff you found in his locker. She seemed like a nice woman and you felt a little emotional at how grateful she was.
Especially because you decided to keep the letterman jacket. You gave it to the dry cleaners and basically lived in it ever since picking it up. It was slightly oversized on you but extremly comfortable.
But there was also something different since you wore it. You felt... watched. Just like today, when you got dressed after swimming club.
After leaving the shower, you put a towel over the bench to sit down. You took little longer than usual and had the changing room to yourself.
Suddenly, it's like something tickled over your back, down to your hips. A pleasant sensation. You shivered, reaching for the jacket to cover yourself.
You called out for someone. But you really were alone. Your friend had joked earlier that Wally Clarks ghost would come for you, because you didn't give back his jacket. Luckily you didn't believe in ghosts and when you sat down on the bench, yet another thought invaded your mind.
You leaned back and opened your legs slightly. Wouldn't be the first time someone touched themselves in the locker rooms. The boys did it all the time after practice.
Your fingers travelled from your navel down to your already wet heat. Exploring your folds, before finding your clit, you closed your eyes. Wally Clark appeared behind your lids. He kneeled between your legs, strong hands holding your hips.
He kissed the creamy skin of your thighs upwards, the dreamiest of chocolate brown bedroom eyes looking up at you. He licked his plump lips before speaking against your folds, the vibration making you hiss out.
âQuite the unusual offer. Letting me eat you out so I'd forgive you for stealing." his tongue lapped up the wetness of your folds and one of his hands found your breasts, kneading them softly before pinching the nipple. One after one.
âWally, please." You moaned and circled your clit faster. The feeling of being watched heightened your pleasure from the fantasy.
He sucked on your clit and his other hand also left your hip. Two of his fingers pushed inside you, pumping. âMmmh" he moaned against your sensitive spot. You shivered and moaned his name again and again.
Goosebumps spread over your skin and you were sure his fingers would feel even better than your own. Shifting slightly on the bench, you were sure the towel underneath you was already soaked. The tight coil in your lower abdomen let you know you were close.
âIf you weren't already late I'd edge you. Looking so pretty spread out for me on the bench." His fingers curled up and he switched between sucking and licking at your centre.
You came, biting down on your lower lip, so you wouldn't be heard in the nearby hallway. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to reality again and pulled his jacket together in front of your chest. You felt sick, pleasuring yourself to a dead boy. You decided to sit for a bit before redressing and drying your hair.
Wally still kneeled in between your legs. His lips glistened with your juices and he laughed âSo much better than a jelly donut"
Licking his fingers clean, he tried to calm his nerves. His hard cock strained against the grey sweatpants, so he sat up and adjusted himself. He really tried holding back, knowing what he did was technically a grey zone of consent, but seeing you spread out on the bench, naked and wearing his jacket, he just couldn't not help you out. Also, you did say you wouldn't mind a few days ago.
He just wished you could see him. It made him dream on his own, about you two. Maybe on the bleachers or in the teachers lounge. Wally really liked the couch in the teachers lounge.
He watched you get dressed and waited for you to leave so he could take care of himself.
â
The thoughts of Wally haunted you throughout the next few weeks. Maybe his ghost did haunt you. So you decided to help the homecoming committee decorate the school with posters and decoration up until the late night to take your mind off it.
You fell asleep in the Gym. Waking up in the middle of the night on the hard floor you sighed. You were about to collect your stuff and leave when you heard a moan. Looking up, your jaw nearly dropped to the Floor.
Wally sat upon a gym mat, the ghost of a cheerleader who died in the 90s after dropping from a pyramid sat in his lap.
There was an obvious tent in his grey sweatpants. Her cheer skirt was tucked into the seam revealing her bare pussy with two of Wally's fingers knuckle deep inside. There was a wet spot on his crotch and the squishy noise of his fingers pumping at a fast pace hollowed in the gym.
Her moans were swallowed by his lips, hungrily devouring her mouth.
You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. Envious of the girl. Wally pushed a third finger inside, keeping the rough pace. The blonde girl reached down to rub her clit, but Wally slapped her hand away.
He pulled away from her, biting her bottom lip.
âYou only get to do that when my cock has been inside of you."
Your head fell back against the wall. God, you must be really going crazy. Hallucinating or dreaming, but you couldn't tear your eyes away.
The blonde pouted. âM'sorry Wally."
He helped her climb off his lap before he stood up on the mat. She was already getting on all fours with spread knees. Meanwhile Wally pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his impressive girth. Getting on one knee behind her, he pumped himself with his head thrown back, before guiding himself inside her.
He started with slow thrusts, obviously not doing this for the first time. The blonde under him closed her eyes, mouth agape in pleasure.
Wally picked up the speed while kneading her asscheeks. Your eyes widened when he spread them, letting a string of his spit drip onto her other hole. He massaged it with his thumb and the blonde responded with screaming his name âPlease, Wally. Please Please Please." she writhted under his touch as he pressed down with his thumb.
Your -or more his jacket felt too hot all of a sudden and you felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra. Pressing your thighs together you tried to get some relief.
The blonde bit her lip to silence her pleas buz Wally slapped her cheek âNo. No. No. Baby. I wanna hear you. Let them hear you." His hand went back to her ass.
âYou can pleasure yourself now." he instructed and her fingers immediately found her clit, circling roughly.
After her first orgasm, he pulled out. His dick dripping with her juices, the head angry and red. Wally helped her turn on her back, legs draped over his shoulders, guiding just the tip inside.
She whimpered. âPlease come on my tits, Wally. I want to taste you."
You bit your lip at her voice, full of need and desire.
He smirked and started jerking above her chest. Her hand joined him as he put his abover hers, guiding her how he liked it.
He groaned her name as he came. Thick spurts of his glassy cum decorating her rosy nipples, up to her chin, which she greedily licked up.
She started licking him clean. âThank you, Wally. Mmmh." He pushed her head down further, and looked up.
You stared at him wide eyed as you made eye contact with him. At first his gaze looked dazed from pleasure, but then he thought you could see him.
But that wouldn't be possible would it? Humans can't see ghosts.
Wally tucked himself away and helped his companion fix herself, but when he turned around you were gone.
He was definitely going to seek you out tomorrow.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, let me know in the comments & leave me some love đ
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The death of an artist
he's always found you beautiful, even in your death and rebirth. you'll always be perfect to him. always
(yandere! musician x gn! reader) (cw: yandere stuff idk, im wiritng this while shitting i hope u enjoy my poopoo core, 2.04k words)
you might not have realised it but your silent admirer had always watched you.
he's watched you from the shadows, observing how you interact with others, how your eyes were once full of light and joy as you shared your paintings for the world to see.
it was beautiful.
you were beautiful.
he was but an aspiring musician back then. a couple of listeners here and there but never enough to fill up a concert hall. meanwhile you were a famous artist, with your paintings selling out for millions at all the art exhibitions you hosted.
you little admirer totally idolized you.
i mean, who wouldn't? all your paintings were so full of life, oh so meaningful, and most importantly, they were made with love.
love, love, love.
it was the one thing that made you stand out from all the hundreds and thousands of artists. the one thing that inspired him to even start writing songs.
your art made him feel loved. it made him feel wanted, even. he remembers how he'd get a fuzzy feeling from all your paintings, how it sent a delightful tingle up his spine as he takes in your carefully crafted masterpieces.
though there weren't any texts, all of your paintings spoke a thousand words. and they spoke to him.
with every new piece you put out, it was like he was getting to know you better. to know you on a personal level. it made his head spin and his heart leap in delight. after all, you were his idol. the one he admired so much that he began to pursue a music career dedicated to you. the career he once left behind in favour of living in this sad world.
though at one point in time, he hit a wall.
he couldn't get any ideas, no fresh inspiration for his music. the musician could only stare at his score as his mind desperately grasps at nothing. he felt like he was dying.
then you came through, like an angel of salvation.
well, looking back, you were more like a demon of salvation. especially because that one single text from you kick-started his disgusting love for you. it feels wrong to call you a demon though, not when you were so holy that he feels like touching you will corrupt your divine light.
he still remembers waking up and seeing your text on his instagram DMs. your bright red notification ping that gave him all the motivation he needed to think of a new idea.
'hey! just wanted to tell u i really enjoy ur music! cant wait to see u get famous >w<'
he swears he could die happy just seeing you message him. you messaged him. you know of his existence??? no fucking way bro. he still wonders if he used up all his luck when you messaged him so innocently that day.
of course... he responded and thus began a friendship (?) between the two of you.
friendship. yeah, maybe for you.
truth be told, he doesn't know if he ever saw you as a friend to begin with. he always thought you messaged him because you were interested in him too. whatever, these small details aren't important.
he released a love song not long after your first interaction with him. it instantly became a viral hit, taking his follower count from the thousands to the millions. he was glad it performed so well on the charts, they were his feelings to you after all.
the now famous musician had to thank you for getting him out of his rut. without you, he'd probably have gone back to doing medicine. so he did the best thing and that was to invite you out for a meal. he had to thank his muse, didn't he?
you were a little hesitant at first. that's okay, if anything he thought it was cute that you were suspicious of him. there will be plenty of time for you to warm up to him later.
the little get-together, or first date as he likes to call it, went well! you two saw each other in real life for the first time! and boy was he smitten. if he was unsure about whether he was in love with you before, he sure as hell was sure now.
you were so much more lovely in real life than you were over text. all smiles and laughs, your admirer feels that his songs didn't do you justice.
"this was fun! let's do this again!"
oh for sure he will do it again. he just wants you all to himself now. to keep you with him, a never-ending source of inspiration for the rest of his life. his beloved muse. the one he writes for. the one his songs are dedicated to. his.
so your falling off played out nicely in his favour. you were trying out an experimental style, said that he inspired you. it was one that not many would be able to understand at first glance, completely different from what your previous one was. your loyal fans stood by your side of course, him included. but the general public eventually started ignoring your newer pieces in favour for something they didn't need to use much thought to understand. for someone fresh, someone new.
he could see the way the light in your eyes slowly started to dim at the lack of interaction. sure, you said that fame wasn't important to you, that all you wanted was to showcase your art to the world.
but your little admirer could tell that it was bothering you more than you'd like to admit.
he saw the way your texts with him grew more erratic, the way the vibrant life in your eyes started to slowly dim, the way you started pushing out more works to compensate for the style change. you were desperate for the attention you once received. the way you changed in real time, becoming a slave to the consumers, like an animated robot that pushed out art just for the sake of it...
it was a little sad to see to be honest. it was like you were there, but you also weren't, you know? your name was on the artwork but he didn't see you in it.
but he was glad things turned out the way it did. it meant that he could be there for you when you cried and felt like a mistake. it meant that he could offer you a shoulder to cry on when the times were really bad.
"there there, it's alright. just let it all out."
his gentle caresses as you cried your heart out into his chest... it was delightful to see you depend on him so much. that you'd come seeking comfort from him in such a dark period of your life. he felt so wanted by you.
meanwhile, his fame was only growing larger by the day. while you were on a path to being forgotten, he was making a name for himself in the music industry. brand deals, billboards, advertisements. he was everywhere, like a ghost haunting you, to remind you that your friend was thriving while you weren't.
the musician wonders whether you've ever hated him. that you'd think he was stealing all of your fame. after all, your fame went down not long after you messaged him. he really wonders whether you've ever blamed him for making a change in your art style.
it doesn't matter now.
the artist in you was gone.
"hey, what if you make me an album cover?"
you only stared at him with dark eyes before looking away. everyone around you had slowly started distancing themselves from you. the change in your personality and looks had scared them. everyone but him had stayed. his words about horrid snakes deceiving you fill your head as you cling to the attention he gave you. who were you to deny your only friend left?
"sure."
you didn't give much thought when designing his new album. it was an avant garde album that had themes about desperation, love, and death.
how ironic, you thought.
you gave the complete piece to him a few days after, heavy bags under your eyes as your friend hugged and kissed your cheek. he's been taking care of you recently. having you move in with him, cooking you food and covering all of your expenses. he treated you like a lover. albeit you found it a bit weird that he told you not to leave without his consent. said that he didn't want people to harass you. you found it sweet of him. you were glad that he cared for you so much.
"my dear artist friend designed my new album cover, yes. i think they were a perfect fit to help design this particular album cover. they're..."
your fame immediately came back. interviews, likes, commissions, the things you were once familiar with came running back at full force after your friend's interview with a big channel.
you think if this happened earlier you'd have caved under the attention. the big spotlight, fans.... the attention will always be intoxicating. even now, you feel yourself smiling at the number of notifications you're receiving from strangers.
but you've realized that their attention is only temporary. the second you grow irrelevant they'll drop you again. just like they did before.
the only one who matters is your friend. the one who whispered sweet nothings and reassured you when you were drowning in a mass of nothingness. the one who gave you the attention you craved.
you immediately started a new piece in a new style.
'Intertwined'
a painting that gave you more fame than what you initially had before. it was a piece about self enlightenment, discovery, and contentment. and some claimed that it was the best painting that you've ever made. a masterpiece.
you showed your friend your work right after you were done and you could've sworn you saw a hint of shock in his eyes. maybe also fear? you don't know.
"this is... beautiful."
his words were slow, gaze intense as he stared at your painting for what felt like hours. you think he was mesmerized. you never asked him.
you made another painting after that.
'final duet'
again, people claimed that it was a masterpiece. your friend looked stunned again and he called it beautiful like always. he told you that he's never seen something so artistically perfect before and that he's proud of you. you like it. his compliments make you happy.
"this one is for you."
you made another piece. a simple painting of him in your style.
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"is... it mine now?"
he proceeded to draw you into the painting as well after your words. you didn't understand what he was doing. but you found it cute. he was drawing you?
"there. now it's perfect."
he smiles down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead like he always does. you've grown so used to his kisses that you were expecting one already. you lean into his touch before smiling softly.
"i'm so happy with you."
"me too."
the seed of life was sprouting once more, growing around the stem that it's learnt to grow dependent on.
he was everything to you. you feel like you'd die without him. but you know it'll never happen because your dearest friend will always remain by your side. he promised you. his words are like gold. he's the only one who matters.
you never want to be apart ever again.
thus you made your final masterpiece about love and dedication. a flower thriving in a dark environment and growing to love the dark, having died in the shining light once before.
'rebirth'
the blinds to the outside world shut on the two of you. no one else is important. he tells you he loves you. you repeat it. his hands wrap around you as you lean into his cold touch. you're cold too. you used to be warm once, he says he likes you cold better. shutting your eyes, all you focus on is the steady beating of his heart.
now no one will ever bother the two lovers ever again.
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Make Me Your Masterpiece
Summary: Bob credits you for helping him to find his new hobby. And when he asks if he can you paint you, you find you quite like the idea of being his muse.
Pairing: Robert âBobâ Floyd x Female Reader
Length: 4.5K
Warnings: fluff, smut, and basically an ode to Lewis Pullmanâs hands (mdni)
(Authorâs Note: smutty fics are the new friendship bracelet, spread the word! Happy Birthday, Ames! đ @laracrofted)
Youâve always had a thing for Bobâs hands.
They were one of the first things you noticed about him that day at the coffee shop almost a year ago now.
Youâd been reaching for your iced vanilla cinnamon latte when a big hand had wrapped around it just a half of a second before you could grab it. Which you wouldnât have minded admiring them for a moment under any other circumstances, but after an endless string of meetings youâd been in a dire need of a caffeine fix- and not the weak stuff that people brewed in your officeâs communal coffee pot.
âI think thatâs-â youâd started.
âOh, Iâm sorry-â the coffee thief backpedaled.
The next thing you knew you were looking into the prettiest pair of ocean blue eyes.Â
The two of you were startled out of the moment when the barista called out the next order as theyâd set it on the counter.
By some kismet or fate, they had been a matching set. But instead of embroidered towels, it was his and hers coffee cups with your names written on them in a hasty scrawl.
Realization dawned over his features as he gave you a sheepish smile, âThink this one might belong to you, Miss.â He spun the coffee until he found the spot with your name. That little smile becoming a full grin as heâd said it aloud before passing the cup to you.
The hands had been good, the eyes had been great, but Bobâs smile directed at you had left you weak in the knees.
Youâd been a goner right then and there.
And while youâd ended up almost ten minutes late to your next meeting, youâd also gone back to the office with his phone number written on a cardboard coffee sleeve that was tucked away safely in your purse and a date lined up later that week.
As it turned out fate had a name and it was Robert Floyd.
Barely twenty minutes into your first official date with Bob, his ears had turned a delightful shade of pink as his anxious fingers straightened the silverware on the white linen tablecloth of the Italian spot heâd taken you to. Heâd fessed up and apologized as he came clean, telling you that heâd purposefully ordered the same coffee as you in hopes of getting to start up a conversation with the pretty girl whoâd been standing in front of him in line.
âI didnât want to interrupt you, since you looked busy. But I didnât want to miss my chance,â heâd confessed over candlelight.
Heâd told you how heâd only been at the coffee shop because heâd recently returned from a deployment and was fighting the jetlag that came with adjusting to being back on Pacific Standard Time, and that he normally preferred tea but he needed something with a bit more to it to get him through the day.
Instead of getting up and taking the bottle of wine to-go as a consolation prize, like you would have if it had been anyone else, his genuine earnestness had charmed you instantly. And youâd settled on having a second date with him before the first one had even really started.
You only let him sweat it for about thirty seconds before you took pity on him. With a light fingertip, you traced along one of the veins on the back of his hand and simply asked, âSo other than being a meet cute mastermind, what is it that you do for a living, Bob?â
It was the best first date youâd ever had.
For your second date with him, youâd bought tickets to a âPaint and Sipâ event at a buzzy new bistro in town your friend had told you about.
You werenât an artist by any means, but during that dinner date his antsy fingers and expressive hands had clued you into how nervous heâd been. Youâd found your eyes drifting to them on more than one occasion. Partly because they were so enticingly disproportionate to the rest of him, but also because you couldnât look him directly in the eye for too long without feeling your face heating up.
You thought it would be a good way for the both of you to work past the getting-to-know-you jitters, something that would keep your hands and eyes occupied enough to relax a bit more and have fun together.
Although instead of the seascape class youâd thought youâd signed up for, youâd willingly paid $86+ tax to watch Bobâs lithe, long fingers delicately grip a paintbrush in a way you thought was going to make you lose your mind.
Youâd spent the whole first hour trying and failing to mix the perfect shade of blue before giving up when youâd realized that the man next to you, in addition to having really great hands, was also very good at painting.Â
Bob had seemed surprised by that too because heâd kept flushing that wonderful shade of pink that had quickly become your new favorite color every time you complimented his piece.
He had steady, capable hands. But you were quickly learning that everything about Bob Floyd seemed that way. There was a quiet confidence about him. He didnât shy away from the way heâd openly observed you, like you were a riddle he was enjoying learning to decode.Â
Youâd never known a man to be so attentive until him.
Bobâs tongue was peeking out as heâd worked on adding some wispy clouds to the top of his piece. You werenât even sure what step youâd technically stopped at before youâd given up to watch the visual feast of him painting instead. Only halfheartedly adding random bits to your canvas along the way to make sure it wasnât totally blank by the end of the session.
Youâd been so zoned out watching him create that it was like a slow-motion sequence in a horror movie. Youâd reached out for your wine glass, lifting it to your lips to take a sip, it had only taken you a split second to realize it wasnât the full-bodied red youâd ordered that was coating your tongue, but the murky, gritty paint water instead.
Mortified, youâd looked over just in time to see Bobâs empathetic wince. Youâd been hoping to fly under the radar, but it had turned out that youâd had more than one set of eyes on you.
âAnd we officially have our first casualty of the evening, folks,â the instructor cheerily announced to the group, âThe rest of you can breathe easy now!â
You wanted to be able to laugh at your own expense, but youâd groaned as you buried your face in your hands.
It was not the way you saw the night going. You wanted to be dazzling, you wanted that pivotal third date with him. But now you were the girl who drank paint water whose canvas looked like it had all the same efforts as an enthusiastic fourth grader.
Bobâs hands had gently wrapped around your wrists before heâd pulled them from your face. And then heâd leaned in close, taking your chin in his hand and kissed you squarely on the lips, his tongue dipping in and sliding against yours to taste the acrylic pigment from your surprised mouth.
âHuh,â heâd said, contemplatively. Heâd pulled away only far enough to look into your eyes and give you a soft smile. âCeladon blue doesnât taste like a Cabernet, go figure.â
He brushed a light kiss against your cheek as heâd passed you your wine glass so that you could rinse the paint water taste out of your mouth.Â
You couldnât help but to still be a little embarrassed, but then youâd caught the way heâd shoot an unimpressed look at the instructor every time they passed by for the rest of the evening. You didnât need a knight in shining armor when you had a Bob Floyd with a paintbrush and a cutting side eye.
You took him home with you that night and learned for yourself just how capable those hands of his were.
It was only later that you realized the exact shade of blue that youâd been trying so hard to capture earlier that night was the same color as the eyes that gazed down at you as Bob fucked you for the very first time.
There was no way you could have known that the âPaint and Sipâ date would have inspired him to pick up painting as a hobby.
First, heâd started taking classes at the Rec Center. His once a week classes later turned into him checking out books from the library. And then heâd turned his spare bedroom into a studio, as it has the best afternoon light in the Spanish style house he rents near the Naval base. Heâd even bought a comfy chair for you to curl up in as he painted, a little nook of your own in his favorite space in his home. And steadily, the walls of both your apartment and his place fill up with all of his art.
Youâd even had your favorite one professionally framed. The pretty landscape done in shades of soft greens that he gave to you for your birthday hangs in a place of honor above your bed. You like having that piece of Bob as one of the last things you see before you fall asleep and one of the first things you see in the morning on the rare occasion the two of you arenât sharing a bed. You liked to imagine the hours he spent on it with the sunlight streaming through the open window as he lovingly and painstakingly created something just for you with his own two hands.
Although you did have to beg him to sign it for you. He claimed that since he does it for fun that thereâs really no reason too, but you were adamant about it and heâd eventually caved and scrawled his name in the lower right-hand corner.
Now itâs become your personal mission to ensure that every Bob Floyd original has his signature on it when he gives his paintings out as gifts.
Everyone assumes that his art would be all straight lines and precise angles, but itâs your favorite moment when people get to see his abstract landscapes. Heâd told you he spends so much time in the sky that he likes to paint whatâs on the ground, the things he doesnât get to see when heâs 50,000 feet in the air.
You could tell Bob was a little nervous when he first asked to paint you.Â
After almost a year with him, youâd think heâd know by now that youâd do anything for him. Not to mention, you were more than a little in love with the idea of being his muse.
âAre you saying you want to paint me like one of your French girls?â youâd teased with a grin, unable to resist the opportunity. You always did have a thing for men with perfectly floppy hair.
Heâd tipped your chin up so that you were looking into his blue eyes- a color you were positive couldnât be replicated- and stated, âNo, I want to paint you like my girl.â
Which is how youâve ended up naked on the floor of his living room.
Youâd been surprised when you came downstairs to see that the furniture had all been pushed to the side to make space for the king-sized top sheet heâd laid out on the floor. You figured it must have been from some mismatched set he had stashed in his linen closet because youâd never seen it before and you spent more than enough time in his bed getting familiar with his sheets.
Bob was shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose-fitting and paint stained jeans that were hanging low on his hips as he worked on getting all of his brushes and paints set up.
You were pretty sure that Michelangelo himself wouldnât be able to do proper justice to Bobâs body. He wasnât as built as some of his friends on the Dagger Squad were, but there was an undeniable sturdy steadfastness to him. Those defined shoulders and arms often were the stars of your afternoon daydreams, since you got to admire his handsome face anytime your phone lit up.
He came and met you at the bottom of the stairs, giving you a low whistle, âWell, arenât you as pretty as a picture in my shirt.â
âOh,â youâd said, feigning surprise and toying with the hem, âSo it is.â And then youâd slowly lifted it up and off of you, revealing more of your body to his artistâs eye.
You never felt as good about yourself as you did when you were naked in front of Bob. The color of his morning skies eyes would always darken to a deep shade of Prussian blue as he took in the curves of you. With him you always felt appreciated, wanted, desired.
His greedy hands came to grip your hips pulling you to him until you were pressed against him.
âIs this how you wanted me?â you asked, running your fingers through his hair.
Bob slipped his hand behind your neck and tugged you in for a heated kiss. âI always want you.â
You never knew true distraction until youâd felt Bobâs lips against yours all those months ago. Youâd happily lose minutes, hours, days to them. The thing about Bob is that he never does anything halfway. If heâs kissing you, heâs doing it thoroughly until youâre out of breath.
The sound of the air conditioner kicking on and the light draft that it coasted over you reminded you that there were other plans on the agenda. And that the sooner he starts, then the sooner he finishes, and the sooner you can feel his lips on other parts of you.
âWhere do you want me?â
âIn my bed,â he murmured against your lips.
His name started as a laugh but turned into a sigh as he dropped a line of kisses down your neck, âI meant, like on the couch or on one of the chairs from the kitchen.â
Bob pulled away and peered deep into your eyes, âDarlinâ, I wanted to paint you.â He trailed a teasing finger down your soft stomach. âIf thatâs alright with you.â
You thought you were just going to be his subject, but as it turns out he wanted you to be his canvas too.
Youâre trying not to shiver as he meticulously coats your overheated skin with cool paint. Goosebumps follow in the wake of every delicate stroke he makes along your body.
His hair was curled over his forehead in a way that had your fingers aching to touch him. There was a slight furrow between his eyebrows as he concentrated on the deliberate lines and curves he painted on you. The paint smudge on his cheek only made him all the more attractive to you.
Bob had tucked a pillow beneath your head before heâd started, a gesture that you appreciated now because time had lost all meaning to you. You had no idea how long youâve been lying there. You were pretty sure every inch of you had to be covered by now.
Heâd started along the plane of your stomach and steadily worked his way out from there. Up your arms. Along your clavicle. Over your breasts and tops of your thighs. You didnât miss the way heâd smirked when you arched into that soft to the touch paintbrush as it glided over your peaked nipple. Or the way heâd hummed pleased when youâd try to subtly rub your thighs together to relieve the need that had been building as you laid there.
Bob loves taking his time with you. In bed, he loved teasing you until you had tears in your eyes and were begging for his cock. And it became clear very quickly that this would be no different.
There was an electric thrum that was pulsing through your body with every dip and swirl and brushstroke. The muscles of your stomach jump involuntarily as the fine hairs of his paintbrush drift over your hypersensitive skin making you whimper.
He tsks, âGotta stay still for me, pretty girl. Iâm almost done, promise.â
You release a shaky sigh and nod, not trusting your voice to betray just how needy you were for him. Although the self-satisfied smile on his face told you everything you needed to know.
You try to control your breathing as he works on finishing, but your shallow breaths sounded loud in his living room. You love getting to watch him work normally, but the intense way he is looking at you- his eyes your favorite shade of Prussian blue now- is too much for your hummingbird heart.
Just as your skin was collecting layers of paint from his brush, the space between your thighs was steadily collecting your wetness. You were so desperate for him to touch you, the need made you want to crawl out of your skin.
You hear the sound of a watery swish and the clink of a brush against glass and your breath catches in your throat in anticipation. Â
âGod, look at you,â Bob breathes, reverently, âYouâre so beautiful. This might be my best work ever.â
Instead of the paintbrush, you can feel the path of his flame blue gaze traveling over you as he takes in the art heâs made out of you.
You open your heavy eyes and see Bob wiping off his hands with a frayed towel.
âThere she is,â he says, giving you a smile that makes your toes curl. You didnât notice it sitting there with all his paints until he was reaching for it, his dadâs old film camera. He holds it loosely in front of him like a question, âCan I take a few just for me?â
The answer is easy, âYes.â
You trusted Bob more than any other man youâd ever been with. Heâs never once given you reason to doubt his words because his actions always spoke for themselves.
The guys youâd been with before had been boys, Bob Floyd was a man.
The tension between the two of you is thicker than the acrylic heâd been using earlier as he snaps photo after photo. You admire the way his muscles shift as he bends and angles himself to get the perfect images.
He stands over you, the lens pointed down at you, âLook at me.â
You can barely breathe. You feel yourself getting even wetter at the thought of seeing yourself through his eyes. No one has ever made you feel the way he does.
âBobâ, you whine.
The camera clicks.
âI know,â he hums, âYouâve been so good for me.â He sinks to his knees between your legs and hooks a hand behind your knee, pulling it up so itâs propped on the floor. And then he does the other so that youâre sprawled open for him, just the way he likes you to be, âJust one more, darlinâ.â
The heat in his eyes has dried up all the words in your mouth.
He trails a finger down the soft skin of your inner thigh and you gasp.
The sound of his camera reverberates in your head.
âYouâve made such a pretty mess,â he drawls, as he gently sets the camera on the floor next to you. âItâs a good thing I put something down. Youâre damn near dripping.â
âBob, please.â You arch towards him like a flower in the sun.
He settles between your thighs and pushes them apart further so that his broad shoulders fit between them. The paint is still drying on your skin, but neither one of you cares about that now.
âYou were so perfect for me. I appreciate you staying so still.â He drops a kiss to the inside of your thigh. âDonât worry, I know just how to thank you.â
Your body jolts at the first touch of his tongue on your clit. You can feel his smile against you, he knows exactly what he does to you.
Bob has always eaten you out like itâs what he was put on this earth to do.
Normally, heâs teasing you with gentle licks and tracing nonsensical shapes on your clit with his tongue until youâre a squirming mess for him. He knows your body so well, always building you up to the point where youâre breaths away from tipping over the edge and then pulls himself back before building you right back up again.
But tonight, thereâs nothing playful about the way his mouth is working against you. His hot mouth is sealed to your clit. Bob hums in satisfaction with every keen and whine that he pulls out of you. He laves at you until youâre writhing underneath him, your thighs already shaking.
âWanna paint you just like this,â he murmurs, sucking at the spot where your leg and hip meet. âBut I donât think youâd stay still long enough for me to finish.â
Bob dips down and gives you another long broad stroke of his tongue. He pulls back only long enough to spit on your cunt before diving right back in, chasing after his own taste on you.
Your hands are in his hair. Clutching at his shoulders. Itâs taken him no time at all getting you to the point where youâre trembling and taut.
All the air leaves your lungs when he buries two large fingers into you. Your hips cant into his mouth on their own and he moans. Bob wraps an arm around your hips and presses down on your lower stomach to hold you in place.
You feel the paint smear beneath his warm palm. You were dying to see it. You hoped there was a handprint- his handprint- that disrupted all the lines and swirls of color that heâd decorated you with. Something that was distinctly him.
You were wearing his art and now youâre wearing him. The evidence of this moment in time on your skin.
His fingers and tongue werenât enough.
You needed more.
âYou cock, Bob, I need your cock,â you pant, tugging at his hair.
He meanly sucks your clit into his mouth in a way that has you crying out and jerking against him. You love it, you love him.
âGod, I love it when you beg for me,â he licks into you again, âSweetest sound in the world.â
Bob drops a sweet kiss on your clit, itâs a stark difference to the filthy way heâd been using his mouth on you. He rises to sit back on his knees between your parted legs.
He looks so good kneeling above you the way that he is. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is a mess. That knot behind your bellybutton twists tighter because you did that to him.
He unzips his jeans and tugs them down low enough to pull his hard cock out.
Itâs pretty enough to be featured in a gallery, you think to yourself, even in your desperate haze. Itâs long, thick, perfect and yours.
Bob smirks when he notices you admiring him, pumping himself slowly a few times for your viewing pleasure.
The only time Bob Floyd was ever a show-off was when he was in bed.
He grabs your thighs and pulls them over top of his own, so that yours are draped over his obscenely, and then he thrusts easily into you.
You gasp at the sensation of being so full of him. It always takes you a minute to adjust to his cock, no matter how many times youâve taken it now. His thumbs make little circles along your hipbones as your body relents and yields to the size of him.
âThere you go,â he says, rocking into you, working you open, âJust needed this cock, didnât you?â
You whimper your agreement. Your hips tilt into the pressure like youâre trying to get as much of him as you can. Wanting to show him how much you can take. You know youâll never get enough of him.
He fucks into you at a reckless and unrelenting pace. Youâre high off the feeling of seeing Bob like this, that youâre the one who gets to see him unreserved and uninhibited. He has your hips gripped so tightly, keeping you closer than close. And when you clench around him, youâre treated to a wrecked groan.
Your skin prickles with desire and the feeling of paint drying on you. His cock is hitting just the right spot inside of you and you know you wonât be able to hold off for much longer, not with the way heâs grinding against your aching clit.
Bobâs eyes glued to the spot where you two come together. Youâre on full display for him. He watches the way you stretch and spread around him with every deep thrust with the same appreciative gaze that he admires his favorite artists.
Itâs under his river blue gaze that your orgasm swiftly sweeps you away. And with your back arching and thighs quaking around his, you give yourself up to the endless current of it.
You know heâs close when his hips start to stutter.
Bob pulls out of you and wraps his large hand around his slick-shined cock and works himself with rough, purposeful strokes.
This time he paints you with himself, his come covering your stomach.
The only sound in the room is the two of you breathing hard, trying to catch your breath.
âJesus Christ,â Bob huffs, raggedly, taking in his handiwork, âYouâre my masterpiece.â
Youâre covered in paint and come, but youâve never felt more beautiful than you do right now as he looks down at you in awe.
âDid you remember to sign your work this time?â you ask, out of breath but teasingly.
âI think I left my mark, darlinâ,â he says, with well-earned smugness in his voice. You canât help but giggle. He flops down next to you, throwing his arm over his eyes, âGoddamn.â
You prop yourself up onto your elbows to look at yourself.
âBaby, I think you gave Jackson Pollock a run for his money.â You grin widely when he lets out an amused snort. âWait, whereâs your camera?â
He passes it to you, the fondness in his eyes makes your chest feel warm. You scooch in close to him and hold it up above your heads, the camera flashes when you kiss his flushed cheek.
That picture is the first one that gets put up in the new house, the one the two of you chose together when he asked you to marry him six months later. Followed by the soft green landscape that now hangs above your shared bed.
Itâs your favorite picture of the two of you, happy and in love. You can just see a hint of the cloud heâd painted on your shoulder.
That night Bob had decorated your body with the place he loved best.
He gave you the sky and he made you his world.
Happy birthday, Ames! Your gift will be mailed eventually, it really was a lesson in chemistry, lol! Enjoy a Bob fic just for you in the meantime!
A big, bigggg thank you to the Bob Babes/Lew Crew girlies! @callsignspark and @attapullman I appreciate you two so much for being such ultimate hypegirls! And thank you to @theharddeck, you helped me out of my writers block and I've been so excited to write this since we talked about it back in January!
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Only Friends
Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader x Spencer Reid
Description: You and Spencer are best friends who act like anything but.
Content/Warnings: Oblivious mutual pining, kissing, lap sitting, teasing friends, cute little love confession at the end.
Word Count: 1.3K
Anon Request: hiii oki req (if u want pls take ur time) i think this is prob OOC butttttt spence + reader being in love and they donât even realize it but they still kiss/ cuddle when they hang out and stuff and just say âweâre really close is allâ âbest friends kiss!â and stuff..
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Affection in friendships arenât always the same. Some friends hugged, some friends rarely talked yet maintained a healthy friendship, some friends even showed the smallest bit of intimacy due to their comfortability.
You and Spencer were just a tad different. You two would cuddle, share brief pecks on the lips, as well as sometimes shower together whenever you were in a rush on a case and got a brief break.
It wasnât anything inherently romantic or sexual, just something that came easy. The team was highly convinced you both had a secret relationship. Which was fair enough, however no matter how many explanations, they never seemed to be enough.
Tonight the team was having a small watch party for a new show at Penelopeâs apartment. Sheâd been so desperate for the team to have something like a show they watched together, or special games to play together. Nobody could really say no.
You had arrived with a handful of snacks just an hour prior, helping one of your favorite coworkers set up her apartment for the night ahead. As expected, it turned from you helping to the bubbly blonde interrogating you over the aspect of a potential relationship.
âWe arenât dating, Pen.â Your head shook as you were filling a bowl with pretzels, taking it to the table in order to place it in the available space surrounded by other snacks. âI saw you guys kiss before you left the office yesterday! What kind of friends kiss each other on the lips?? If this is normal, we need to make Derek aware because I am missing out.â Penelope huffed out of frustration. âMark my words, I will get to the bottom of this. When I find out that you are secretly dating, I will bring all of the hurt!â The blonde held up her fist while narrowing her eyes in your direction.
By the grace of all things holy, it wasnât long until the team had slowly begun to show up. There were no more interrogations, not yet anyway. As everyone was piling up on the couch, there was very limited room for you as you walked out of the kitchen. âFuck.â You groaned, arms crossed. âI am not sitting on the floor!â
âYou can sit with me.â Spencer spoke up from his spot at the far end of the couch, his shoulders shrugging as his hand patted his thighs to offer you the spot in his lap. âCome on! This is a family friendly show! None of that.â Emily groaned, which had you rolling your eyes as you were heading over to sit yourself on your best friendâs lap.
âItâs not a big deal.â You protested her dramatics while your body was leaning into Spencerâs chest, your body snuggling closer to his as the show began at its scheduled time. However instead of enjoying the programme, you were too busy ignoring all the curious stares from your friends. âCome on!â You huffed while pushing yourself to sit up. âWhat is the big deal? Youâre all staring like we are animals in a zoo.â In all honesty, you were annoyed with the way people stared. You were friends, doing platonic things.
âLook. Kid, I hate to say it but you two are definitely a little too close for what friends should be. What kind of friends do you know that kiss each other? And yes, I know, they are pecks. Iâm just saying.â Derek put his hands up as he broke the silence.
âItâs not a crime to have a crush on one another or to date one another.â JJ added soon after while letting her shoulders shrug. âWe arenât dating though.â Spencer confirmed everything youâve been preaching while looking at the group in confusion. âSpencer, you havenât eaten any snacks tonight because all of our hands have been in the bowl. It makes no sense to me that youâd kiss her considering the mouth has like a bajillion germs.â Penelope added.
âWell, the mouth has over a billion different germs and we donât know the exact amount.â He corrected as he looked up at you for help. âI assumed we were normal?â He spoke up while you nodded in agreement. âI thought we were, too.â You huffed while leaning against his chest.
âItâs not even the hugging, kissing, and lap sitting. You guys just look so head over heels from an outside perspective. I mean, you hang out together all the time, you always room together, plus you guys go out on dates. You may not look at it that way but come on. You are both profilers. How do you not pick up on how you feel about one another?â Emily asked while frowning softly.
The more they were talking and giving actual points, the more you were thinking over the course of your friendship with Spencer. Youâd always been close, even after your first initial meeting when you joined the team. You could remember how shocked the team was because the typically quiet and socially awkward genius was the first one to welcome you. Youâd managed to become close friends over the course of two weeks. The first time Spencer even hugged you was after a case where heâd been put in harm's way. He came to you for comfort. You.
The first time you started your pecks on the lips, it was due to a complete accident when you tried to kiss his cheek but his head turned to face you. It just seemed.. Right. No matter how flustered you both were or how you felt butterflies in your belly, you just dismissed it. You being lost in thought was concerning enough for Spencer. âHey. Do you wanna step outside?â His voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your head nodding. âYeah, please head out with me.â
He helped you to your feet before his hand was gently holding yours, leading you out of the room.
âHow much do you wanna bet that they are gonna actually kiss out there?â Aaron spoke up after being silent a majority of the night, the team turning to the unit chief who normally wouldnât have inserted himself. âIâll take those odds,â Derek smirked while getting his wallet.
Out in the hallway, you had your arms crossed as you looked away from Spencer. âI know that we are best friends and I promise youâve done absolutely nothing wrong. I just really want you to tell me one thing,â You spoke while turning your head back to face him. âDid you ever, at any point, have feelings for me? Be honest.â
The words had Spencerâs face bright red, his hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck. âI mean, Iâve always thought you were amazing.â He spoke while offering a shy smile. âI just didnât want things to get weird. I like our friendship and the relationship that we have isnât something that could be ruined. Dating friends can get messy and.. I donât wanna live a life without you in it. I canât even fathom a reality where you arenât here.â He responded.
âSo you did?â
âY-yeah. I just didnât want-â
Your hands were gripping his upper arms while you were gently shaking him. âWhy didnât you say anything?!â You asked while staring at him with wide eyes. âIâve always been fond of you!â You added, his surprised look making you laugh softly. âGod. How are we profilers?â
âYou know, Iâm not so sure. I think we are rusty.â Spencer responded, a little chuckle leaving his lips. âSo.. Is there a chance? You know.. Us?â He asked softly while you nodded. âI do think thereâs a good chance.â You responded while Spencer sighed in relief. âSo it wonât be weird if I do this.â
âDo what?â
His hands were gently cupping your cheeks, taking every opportunity to press his lips against yours, much different than you were both used to but it carried the same feeling as all the little pecks have all this time. It was right. Like you were meant to be together.
âIâm pretty sure they are running bets. Do we tell them we kissed or pretend like nothing happened?â
âI want Derek to lose his money in that scenario, so letâs not tell them yet.â Spencer chuckled.
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Helloo! can you please do a red bull reader fem with multiple wdc x jungkook with him being jealous of her friendship with Max n charles? there friendship is like crackhead fluff types
thank you
Hope I did this justice
Driven By Jealousy
Jungkook had some time left before he was supposed to enlist, so he was ticking stuff he wanted to do with his girlfriend off of his list.
1.Go to watch a movie in a movie theatre. Jungkook was in Spain, ARMY were pretty good at recognising him but some how, the skies were shining down on him and he didn't get recognised once. He would've booked the place to themselves so that they would have their privacy but Y/N wanted to experience a full movie theatre. So, that's why they were sat together as the movie started until Y/N's friends showed up. Now Jungkook was sat trying to fight for her attention. He knew they were all just friends but a part of him was petty, he might have made her swap seats so that he could have her all to himself.
2. Go out for a romantic dinner . Jungkook was a romanticist at heart. He had planned a fancy dinner out at Y/N's favourite sushi restaurant in Japan after the race. He opened the doors for her, he pulled out a chair for her. They were eating their sushi while Y/N went on an on about her race and Jungkook listened with the biggest smile until her phone rang. It had been vibrating with messages but she was too busy to notice. She answered the call; "Hey Y/N, I know bad time but I think I left my charger in your room" Max said. "Do you need the key?" she asked. "Yes" he sheepishly answered. "I'll be there in half an hour" she said. Jungkook had a whole date planned and right now Max was getting on his nerve. The date did derail, they drove to the hotel, Jungkook opened the door for Max to grab his charger, he didn't let Y/N get out of the car since he could do it faster. The real reason was, he didn't want Max to see how pretty she looked right now, he had enough competition as is.
3. Go and watch your girlfriend race. Ever since they had started dating both of them wanted to tell people. Keeping their mouth shut or having the other drivers keep their mouth shut was a difficult task. So, Jungkook was finally at the RedBull Hospitality as Y/N's plus one. There was buzz at the race, news spread like wild fire that Y/N was dating the Jeon Jungkook of BTS. Jungkook was stood at the side watching his girlfriend laugh with her teammate Max. He watched how Max's hand would linger for a little longer than he would like, he watched her laugh really hard as they were on the driver's parade. Sometimes, Jungkook felt like she smiled more with them than with him. He couldn't help but be jealous, there he said it, he didn't think he was that type of boyfriend but apparently he was, he was a jealous boyfriend. Y/N noticed the way Jungkook would start pouting when her attention wasn't on him.
"Your boyfriend is shooting daggers at me" Charles commented as he helped Y/N get up on the bus. Y/N turned around and smiled at Jungkook, "He is not" she replied. "Oh he is" Max corrected. "That day when I needed my charger and he came, I thought he would kill me for disrupting your date" Max elaborated. "He couldn't hurt a fly" she chuckled. "I'm gonna place my hand on your waist, then I'll tell you to turn around, you should see his eyes" Lando said placing his hand on her waist, "Now" Lando said and Y/N turned around. She saw Jungkook look at Lando angrily but his eyes softened as he noticed Y/N looking. She smiled and then turned around to them, "Well, I find it cute. He should be angry at any man trying to touch me" she stated. "That's all fun and games, until one of us ends up dead in a ditch" Charles laughed. "You guys over estimate my bunny, he's too cute" she cooed. "Both of them are hopeless" Max lamented shaking his head.
After the race, she had come looking for him; he was sat in the driver's room all pouty and huffing. "Is my baby jealous?" she asked sitting on his lap. Jungkook placed his hands on her waist, she smelled of champagne and sweat; "You smell like alcohol" he sniffed. "Your favourite" she laughed. "Hey" Jungkook whined. She cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips, "You're cute when you're jealous" she commented. "You make me so drunk" he smiled back. "No changing the topic, Kookie. I love you and only you. Those guys I've know them since I was in diapers. They are like the annoying brothers I didn't ask for" she explained. "I know, but they get to have you all the time" he pouted. "Aww, baby. Well, you get to have me for the rest of my life" she smiled triumphantly. Jungkook blushed and pulled her in with a kiss, "I think I should let them know who you belong to" he hummed nipping on her neck. "What happened to Koreans being conservative?" she groaned. "Not the time or place" Jungkook moaned grinding up against her.
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k. yildiz bf! headcanons
thank you to the person requesting iâve been meaning to write abt him, heâs so underrated!!!
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â bf! kenan, who was your best friend before you even started dating.
âbf! kenan, whoâs family tried to set the both of you up just because they loved you so much.
â bf! kenan that you were first sceptical about when he confessed his love for you, since you knew your friend doesnât do relationships and usually has 5 different situation-ships. you never want to be just an option for him.
â âplease, y/n just one chance i wouldnât say this if i didnât mean it, i would never want to throw our friendship away like that.â the truth was that you also liked him, but you knew you could never get in a serious relationship with him, according to the way he acts.
â he had to explain to you somehow that he does means it seriously, so soon enough he brought you to your favourite place. the place you and kenan had been going to since you were younger. the beach. he told you everything. from how he had always loved you but kept denying himself to now. he counts every single thing about you that makes him love you, naming even little things like how your nose would get all scrunched up when you found something cringey.
âbf! kenan, that has always been the sweetest with kids and loves to play with them.
âbf! kenan, that would tell you all about the new football players heâs been meeting. youâre so proud of him for making it this far.
â bf! kenan, that would call you turkish pet names like: askim, kalbim, gĂŒzelim.
â bf! kenan, who buys you a ticket for his games wether you ask or not. he just loves having and seeing you there. it also gives him way more of a want to score, knowing youâre there. you donât exactly mind it, considering you always loved watching football ever since you were younger. (always watching it with you brother and dad) but now you especially do because itâs your boyfriend thatâs on the field. of course youâre scared for his safety on every one of his matches but that just goes with it.
â bf! kenan, that takes you out out on fancy dinner dates every time he can, treating you like the complete opposite of his pervious situation-ships. of course him paying for the both of you. he thinks no woman should ever have to pay for a date. heâs a big gentleman with you.
â bf! kenan, that buys you cute lingerie. if heâs the only one to see it, might as well buy it!
â bf! kenan, that you would poke in the ribs and tickle every time you see the opportunity to. heâs the most ticklish person youâve ever met, that makes it so funny for you doing it.
â bf! kenan, who only lets you do his eyebrow-cut because one: he doesnât trust anyone enough to and two: he once fucked up bad doing it himself when he you werenât there, so heâs scared to do it again. you never were one to moan about it, though. you knew he was shit at stuff like that.
â bf! kenan, whoâs love language is kissing your neck, leaving you with loving marks.
â bf! kenan, that puts his controller away only for you, no one else. there were days where you would sit on his lap while he played his weekly fifa sessions with his teammates. you would grind your butt on him, teasingly to let him know to stop and he immediately did, almost jumping out of the chair.
â bf kenan, that takes you with him to turkey whenever the world cup starts. not only focussing on his upcoming games but also his girlfriend. he would take you to all different type of places. from the city to the small homey like towns beside the city.
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That angst fic đ”âđ«đ”âđ« got me thinking, what about a similar smut fic where when reader is stressed and overworked the boys try to be gentle and caring but all she wants is to be rough fucked, degraded, the works. She has to plead with them but they eventually cave. But once they are done itâs back to soft and sweet aftercare. So basically, open masochist reader :3 I could also lowkey imagine reader being insecure about wanting it to be rough and mean, I see so much stuff of people demonizing it on social media, definitely makes it something that is difficult to be open about. I think a lot of ppl also get it confused with CNC which is not the same thing. Consent and safety are what matters
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Salty and Sweet
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, FAB!Reader
Warning content: smut, dirty talk, vulgar language, , Satoru is a bit hesitant
Word Count: 1,680
A/N: Anon, you have inspired me. This is a little blurb of what I could see happening in a case like this! Iâm working on Escort!Gojo and another request! I was hoping to have that request done tonight (but itâs taken a life of its own) I try to post once a day, but Iâve been working ten-hour days for the last two weeks, so Iâm exhausted. đ”âđ«
Your boyfriends watched as you paced back and forth, arms crossed as you chewed on your bottom lip. You had mentioned wanting to talk to them about trying something new, but you seemed to be hesitant and struggling to find the right words. If they were being honest, it was almost cute seeing you struggle to voice what you wanted. The timid, innocent side of you was so adorable the duo wanted to smother you with kisses and cuddles.
âI donât know if I can say it!â You yelled out, tilting your head back with a groan.
Suguru smiled, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. âYou can tell us anything, Y/N. Trust me, this is a safe space.â While his words were comforting, you still found yourself hesitant to voice your wants.
âSuguruâs right. Thereâs only one way to know if weâre okay with what you want us to try.â Satoru added, leaning back against the couch with a yawn.
âI know! I know!â Your flustered tension was shifting into more frustration. âI just donât want you to, ya know, think that Iâm some deviant.â
Satoru and Suguru shared a look; their years of friendship always came out in times like these; they both held hands in front of their mouth before leaning in close to each other. Their voices dropped maybe a tone as they fake whispered to each other.
âDo you wanna tell her or me?â
âYou tell her that being in a poly-relationship is pretty deviant.â
âOh yeah, for sure!â
Satoruâs head jerked in your direction with a devious smirk. âHey, you knoââ Satoru smacked his lips together the instant he saw how flushed you were, how you hugged yourself as tight as you could while you watched them in mortification. âY/N, hey, no, itâs okay.â The duo stood from their spots on the couch, their stomachs dropping as you dropped your head, focusing on the ground.
Whatever it was that you wanted to try had you twisted in knots of unease and shyness. âPlease, for once, can you guys take me seriously.â The room was like being in the eye of a hurricane before it hit. âThis is hard for me to say because many people misinterpret what I wanted in the past. I donât want to scare you guys off or have you look at me any differently.â Suguru put a reassuring hand on your back, gently rubbing it up and down, encouraging you to continue while Satoru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.
âSorry, please tell us.â
âYeah, we wonât look at you any differently.â
A bitter scoff escaped the back of your throat. âYou say that now, but so many people in the past demonized what I wanted and got it confused with different kinks.â
âY/N, come on, babe, just tell us.â
With a deep breath, you sighed with a nod. âOkay, just promise youâll at least consider what Iâm asking. You can take as much time as you need.â Both your boyfriends nodded in understanding. Fuck, your hands were clammy as you shook them out. Now was the time. âI-I want you both to be mean to me in bed.â You blurted out.
You waited for the worst reactions. Like them pulling away from you in disgust, asking a million questions, or wanting to comply with your desires. Which was fine. They were not required to do what you wanted in bed.
Neither of them did anything close to that. They just hummed, watching you, waiting for you to continue like they wanted you to specify what that meant. What you wanted, how you wanted it, when you longed for this to occur. You were waiting a second more for your glance up between your dark-haired boyfriend before your gaze drifted to Satoru.
âOkay, so, I was hoping maybe we could have really rough sex? Maybe you could degrade me, be a little nastier?â
Gojoâs beautiful ivory skin was dusted with a faint blush, his eyes leaving you before focusing on Suguru. âI donât have much experience in that; could you give me some pointers, Suguru?â Suguru didnât need to answer because one second you were standing between them, and the next you were over his shoulder with Gojo trailing behind like a puppy.
Minutes passed, or maybe it had been hours. It was hard to tell with all the oxytocin and dopamine that flooded your brain. Your wants and needs were finally embraced for the first time. Suguru took the lead, and fuck Satoru was right. Suguru did have pointers for him.
âOooh~ you nasty fucking slut.â Suguru degraded his hands wrapped in your hair, forcing you to choke on Satoruâs cock. âTaking two cocks at once like a dirty nasty fucking whore.â
âS-Suguru, do you have to be so mean?â Satoru was struggling a bit more to really get into the whole degrading you thing. He wasn't uncomfortable with it, more so that he wasnât sure how to do it. He needed practice to ease himself out of the role as a soft dom and more into a hard, demanding dom.
Suguru cocked a dark eyebrow up at his boyfriend as his cock slammed in and out of your dripping pussy. âMean?â He pulled your hair lifting you off Satoruâs cock. âIâm not being mean in the slightest. Look at our dirty slut.â Following Suguruâs demands, Satoru looked down at you, his cock twitching as you both made eye contact.
You were a drooling mess. Eyes rolled back into your head as Suguru snapped his hips forward, causing a yelp to rise from your throat. Your hair was a disheveled mess, tears were staining your cheeks, and goddamn, you looked like you were having so much fucking fun.
âM-More~â you begged, tongue lolling out as Suguru pucked up the pace of his thrusts. âM-More, please!â
âOh, Oh!â Suguru smirked, releasing your hair, causing your head to drop into Satoruâs bare lap. âYou heard her, Satoru, the greedy little whore wants more.â
âYeah?â Satoru gently stroked strands of hair out of your face as you struggled to keep your head up. âYou want a more sweet girl?â
âY-Yeah, I do.â
Satoru needed some form of guidance, so he looked up to his best friend. His dark hair pulled over his right shoulder, his dark eyes transfixed on your head. âGo on, Satoru, give her what she wants.â The way Suguru purred Satoruâs name had you both shivering.
âOkay, okay,â Satoru gently pulled your hair, âyouâre going to suck my cock like a good girl, arenât you?â
âY-Yes Satoru, Iâll suck it for you, Iâll suck it, so goâoooh!!â Suguru slapped Satoruâs hand away. âNaggh! Ah fuck S-Sugu!â
âYouâre doing it all wrong, you himbo.â Satoru gritted his teeth as Suguru forced your mouth down onto his cock again. âShe wants you to be fucking mean. Trust me. I feel her slutty fucking cunt clenching around me. She loves this, donât you, Y/N?â All you could do was hum in response, deepthroating Satru breathing through your nose. âLook at her, being a greedy fucking whore, getting all her holes filled at once.â
Between the warmth of your mouth and the tears in your eyes, Satoruâs balls tightened, his abâs flexing as he gently began fucking into your mouth. âFucking slut.â Satoruâs words had you whimpering around him, and you bobbed your head faster, eager for him to degrade you more.
âThatâs more like it, Satoru!â Suguru grinned, his free hand reaching down, rubbing your cit in fast circles. âKeep talking to her like that. Sheâs getting so close.â
You mumbled in agreement, only to have your words choked off by the fat cock forcing its way further down your throat. âWhat was that? You want to cum bitch?â You could only gag. âAh, sorry, itâs hard to hear you when you're gagging on my cock.â
You gagged, cried, and trembled as both men fucked into you ruthlessly, your walls clamped down, eyes rolling back as you clutched the sheets so hard you were surprised that they didnât rip as your orgasm hit you. It was so intense, wave after wave of pleasure! You moaned and gagged around Satoruâs cock; the white-haired man let out a whimper as he fucking his cum down your throat, biting his lip as your tight cunt hugged Suguru so tight you fell against you back, rutting into you like some animal in rut.
âOh fuck princess, oh fuck, you want all my cum~? Hm? Then take it!â With one final deep thrust, Suguru came inside your still-twitching cunt. âOooh fucking hell! Thatâs it, milk me bitch, milk me for all I got!â It was somewhere in between that moment that Gojo gently pulled you off his sensitive cock. âH-Haah shit baby.â
âS-She felt so good.â
This was heaven. You were in heaven with your boyfriends. You felt so satisfied, so normal, and thankful as the two of them were not at all shaming you for your kinks. God, thinking about all of the nasty little things they would say and do to you from now on turned you on.
âFelt good?â you panted roughly as Suguru smirked. âyou honestly thought this skank would be content with one orgasm? No, we're nowhere near being done, are we, princess?â You were lifted with ease by Suguru as he planted you directly in Satoruâs lap. âLetâs continue, shall we?â His cock brushed over your bottom lip. âSafeword is pineapple.â
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Op characters with a clingy/handsy drunk? let's go
suggestive in Sanjis, Luffy, Brooks, DEFINITELY in Namis and Frankys and maybe Usopps? Mostly vague stuff, on that note would you guys actually be interested in like nsfw stuff? I know I'm really toeing the line here and i have drafts but I'm nervous to postđ.
Feel like this could be ooc in some places but who caresđ»(me :()
Luffy
Giggles a lot, he finds it so cute and it really makes him feel warm in his chest. He can't get enough of you to be honest. Like this man loves physical touch but be warned he will think it's a sudden new level in your 'friendship'(read:in love with each other) and start acting that affectionate all the time. Willing to carry you around and also wrap himself around you so you can walk with him just there, yes this includes to the bathroom-
Zoro
Adores it. I think he actually loves affection and physical touch but just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious (it's not). So when you come up to him, wobbly and on your 6th drink, and just practically throw yourself into his arms hes just like :/). Makes sure you stay nice and close to him because he doesn't want you clinging to anyone else, and he always makes sure you drink water before bed even if bed involves falling asleep on top of him.
Sanji
Makes him nervous to be honest. Usually he's the forward one in the relationship but here you are untucking his shirt just to shove your hands up it. He absolutely will shriek if its in front of other people, and he's trying to wrangle your grabby hands but he really enjoys it so his resolve is so weak. Tries to satiate you by being affectionate back but it just makes you worse and he ends up taking you to a more private area so he at least doesn't have to blush in front of others.
Nami
She thinks it's so cute. Let's you do whatever you want as long as the people around you are comfortable and you've said it's fine(when sober ofc), but she doesn't really care about people seeing until you start trying to either get undressed or undress her and then she takes you to a private space because she's ever so slightly possessive. Listen for a girl who didn't have much, you add a lot of value to her life and she wants to treasure you properly, she doesn't trust anyone else to appreciate you the way you deserve.
Usopp
Surprisingly confident. You come up to him with this big dreamy smile and you're practically falling over yourself so he just- scoops you up. Front piggyback style yk, he's got one arm under your ass supporting your weight and the other one is holding his drink, listen this mf is strong okay you think a man who can build a boat isn't strong? Fool. He just lets you do what you want to be honest, one of your hands is tucked in his back pocket, the other is trying and failing to undo his overalls and he's just like "You okay honey?".
Robin
She's flustered. She's not that used to physical affection so it makes her really giggly and blushy, though she's still quite confident in her words and actions, she's fr twirling her hair around her finger. She has quite a high tolerance for alcohol but she actually gets a bit similar when she's drunk, she's more reserved of course but she just melts into you like butter on a hot pan. The crew always take so many pictures because they think it's so cute, literally every celebration you two just end up cuddling and then it sorta turns into a big cuddle pile with the crew because seeing her relax gets them emotional.
Franky
Oh baby you are looking in a mirror. He is just as bad if not worse- when he gets drunk he is a massive flirt and a massive tease. He's so giving in relationships and usually you don't have to ask twice but being drunk will mean he wants you to practically beg for a kiss. Half because he thinks it's funny and half because he's a horny bastard- Though if you get upset then he immediately drops the teasing, even when drunk he's so considerate of your feelings and your boundaries.
Brook
Doesn't mind at all but prefers to be in private when you're like this.
Quick headcannon that his bones are more sensitive than skin because there's less external protection-
Lets just say one time you touched a sensitive area in public and he will never get over the reaction he had or the fact that other people saw it. So you go to room jail as soon as you start trying to practically crawl inside his clothes to be as close as possible. He's not mad though, he giggles the entire way, he's just very shy about his interests.
Jinbei
Flustered as hell but makes him feel really secure in your relationship. Also, he lowkey loves being able to bring it up to tease you later, like he pulls an uno reverse when you're sober and you're just like omg omg omg- He's a sneaky guy fr, does so many unexpected things in a relationship. Don't get me wrong though he'd never let you do anything inappropriate, even when drunk he's very aware of boundaries and social etiquette so if he notices you getting a bit grabby then he takes you somewhere private for both your benefit and the people around you.
Sabo
Oh baby. This man is feral don't even start. The first time he experiences it, it's actually really unexpected, it's quite early in your relationship so you havent been too affectionate yet, but you come up to him and just sit down. On him. And you can practically see his brain melting out of his ears, his face goes so red you think he's going to pass out but the second you stand up, drunk and lowkey sad, he snatches you back down. You wanted to sit there, you are going to sit there now you have no choice. (You do but would you want to get up?)
Ace
Menace. Cannot even state how much of a menace. He's so physically affectionate that it usually flusters even the most confident people, and this is while sober, so if you start getting clingy when drunk he just becomes obsessed. But he absolutely hates it if you're like that with other people so once you start getting to that stage then he's whisking you away to your shared room, usually you stick to him like glue anyways but the crew love to wind him up by coaxing you away from him with food and funny stories.
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Found-Family headcanons for aÂł's coven of chaos, part 3: (because they all deserved more time with each other)
(part 2, here.)
(part 1, here.)
There is, of course, a group chat. Billy initially named it, âCoven of Chaosđâ but Rio changed it to âslutsâ
Jen immediately left the chat the second it was created, but Alice put her back in. There was a second escape attempt when they were all together, to which Lilia responded with an âđâ expression, which was enough to convince Jen to reluctantly stay in the group chat.
Ironically, Lilia isn't even active on the group chat. She's terrible at texting & terrible at reasing messages. (âwhy is the print so small??â)
She is, however, surprisingly nimble with her phone outside of that. She needed to figure it out for business and stuff.
Sharon also doesn't know how to use the group chat. She had a flip-phone until recentlyâand only got a new one because Billy insisted she needed it. She keeps accidentally doing group calls by miss-clicking on her phone.
Sharon always calls Alice to âcome fix her phoneâ because âit's broken again!!â Alice, each time, has to tell her that it's probably just out of battery.
Agatha is blocked on Jen's phone because she won't stop sending her spam, so they only ever text each other on the group chat, which Jen has muted.
Jen, Alice and Lilia have a separate group chat. Lilia hasn't even noticed, but they assume she has, because she leaves everything on read. In reality, she just thinks both group chats are the same group-chat and they always have to call her om the phone to make plans.
Alice wanted to add Billy to the second group chat too, but Jen told her that he'd probably be sad to not include the others so it's better that he doesn't find out.
Agatha claims she doesn't care what Billy does, but once she ran out of her house to his car because he forgot his jacket.
Billy made everyone friendship bracelets in prideflag colours, (like the ones agatha and rio wore in agatha's trial.)
âI hate braceletsâ âdon't wear it thenâ âfuck you, I'm never taking it off.â
âdo you like it? :))â *chocked up* âit's fine i guess-â
Alice, Lilia, Sharon and Rio don't even play difficult, they just wear them immediately.
Agatha and Billy love doing matching Halloween outfits. Rio and Eddie would be offended, but like. They respect the slay.
Eddie would go as hulk (haha hulkling reference) and Rio would just wear a black t-shirt that says âBOO-bsâ across her chest. And she'd draw nipples all over her body.
Billy makes them vote for best costume and he ALWAYS votes for Alice regardless of who actually has the best costume. Not because he's biasedâjust because hers are genuinely always his favourites.
Jen and Lilia will go shopping during the first weeks of October, when people start decorating for Halloween, and the moment Lilia spots a SINGLE pumpkin she starts bitching and moaning the WHOLE WAY HOME about how âthe holiday industrial complex appropriates our culture through offensive stereotypes and absurd emblems and It's full of caricatures that stem from misogyny and female domesticity and villifying powerful women and AND there's so many racial micro-aggresions and it's all just exploiting us for profit and all these decorations and advertisements are just here to pressure people to buy products and--â
Jen stopped listening ten minutes ago. She SO regrets pointing and saying, âoh, that pumpkin is so cute!â as if she doesn't know who she's hanging out with.
So, obviously Lilia never dresses up for Halloween. Jen just dresses hot, so that Lilia won't be able to be mad at her.
Lilia has... No objections to that--
Rio's favourite thing during Halloween (but also just, always) is scaring the shit out of people.
They all have weekly movie nights :)
Rio picks âcomediesâ (Horror movies, psychological thrillers, slasher films, gothic fiction, dark comedies, survival horror, anything gruesome & grotesque & body horror & gore, post-apocalyptic fiction) Sharon âcoincidentallyâ skips movie night whenever it's Rio's turn to pick a film.
Alice picked everything everywhere all at once during her last turn. Her and Lilia sobbed through it (for very different reasons) while hugging each other. Other than that, Alice usually picks action movies, crime films, and the occasional rom-com or coming-of-age.
Jen loves dramas. Any dramas. Unnecessary trope-filled miscommunication? Hit her up!
Sharon likes sitcoms and old hollywood productions with a romantic flair. She'll point at scenes and narrate stories about how, âme and my husband used to...â
Agatha watches a lot of reality tv because she loves to make fun of the people yelling at each other.
Billy will always pick musicals. (Lilia has forbidden a specific fewâand I think we all know which few.)
Hilariously, Agatha uses her next turn to force Lilia to sit through Madonna's Evita.
Lilia herself hates historical movies and always points out the inaccuracies. Same with fantasy media, she just doesn't like it. She's the pickiest of them all with movies and she always chooses total obscure wildcards that nobody has ever heard beforeâand somehow they're always the best ones.
Billy's parents are very conflicted about these people. âHow about you and Eddie just... Start hanging out with people your own age? Like!! Eddie's friend group!!â
Even when he starts hanging out with the Young Avengers, he still spends more than half of his free time with his coven of lesbian senior citizens. <3
#agatha all along#agatha harkness#rio vidal#agathario#lilia calderu#jennifer kale#billy maximoff#alice wu gulliver#sharon davis#coven of chaos#lilia calderu x jennifer kale#agatha x rio#agatha harkness x rio vidal#eddie agatha all along#billy kaplan mcu#agatha all along headcanons
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Obvious - Fezco
Summary: You insist on meeting your cousin Rue's drug dealer and an interesting friendship develops in the process.
Fezco x Reader
Word Count: 4,840
Author's Note: Started this in March of 2022 and it's finally getting posted lol. This is my first Fezco fic since Angus' passing which is so hard to type I'm crying at that. I still miss him. A lot. Dividers from @firefly-graphics
Rue was your closest cousin. Not that you had many, and the few you did have lived somewhere outside of East Highland, but that was beside the point. She was a year younger than you, so the two of you spent most of your childhood glued to one another. When her dad died, you saw the toll it took on her. You realized then that she started using but she played it off like she had it all under control. Thatâs what an addict does. Eventually you did confront her about it. She said it was mostly weed, so you let it slide. One day she had you drive her to restock her supply. Thatâs when you met Fezco for the first time.
âSo youâre the guy selling my baby cousin drugs,â you blurted out after Rue did a quick introduction then started making her way to Ashtray behind the refrigerated drinks.
âY/N, what the fuck,â Rue shouted at you annoyed. âYouâre only a year older than me.â
âA year and three months,â you corrected. You only got specific with the three months to annoy Rue. You crossed your arms over your chest as you eyed the ginger sitting on the counter in front of you. âAnd how old are you?â
Fez observed you carefully. Itâs not everyday some random person immediately brings up him selling drugs directly to his face. Especially a cute random person. âYou always talk to new people like this?â
âOnly when my cousinâs health is at stake.â You sighed and shook your head. âLook, I donât have beef with you. I realized a while ago that Rueâs gonna do what she wants. I just want to make sure sheâs being safe about it... well, as safe as you can get with drugs.â
Fez nodded along as you spoke understanding your concern for your cousin. He knew Rue wasnât going around promoting that she was doing drugs or that he sold. You were just looking out for her. âI get it.â
âIâve heard too many stories about people overdosing on Fentanyl or something they didnât know was laced with Fentanyl. I donât want to find out that happened to my cousin.â
âYou donât have to worry, ma. I donât mess with that shit. All my stuff is good.â
You squinted at him taking in his words. âBetter be. Otherwise Iâm gonna kick your ass.â
Fez chuckled. He didnât doubt for a second you wouldnât fight behind Rue. âUnderstood.â
âYou go to school with Rue? I ainât never seen you âround before.â Fez went to most of the East Highland High School parties to deal. Since heâs never seen you there, either you didnât go to that school, or you didnât go to parties. Either way, he was missing out on you.Â
âOh God, no,â you said. âI go to Centenary.â
âOh, so you smart smart.â You smiled and rolled your eyes at Fezcoâs statement, and he decided right then and there that was something he wanted to see more of.
âSomething like that,â you replied giggling.
âYou ready to go, Y/N,â Rue popped up practically out of no where and asked. Damn, why did Rue have to be so quick.
âUhh, yeah,â you said to your cousin. Rue shoved her hands into her dadâs old maroon jacket and started to walk out the store. You turned to Fezco and said, âIâm gonna be watching you, sir.â
Fez smiled at the thought. âI look forward to it, ma.â
After that, you made a few impromptu trips to Fezâs store without Rue. You told him your grandma lived in the neighborhood, which she did, so it wasnât a lie. But Fez did point out that before Rue, you had never came to the store before.Â
âI mean I could always go somewhere else for my carbonated beverages if you want,â you said as you turned on your heel to leave the store without making your usual purchase.
âNah,â Fez replied grabbing your wrist stopping you, âI ainât say all that.â
When your mom told you that Rue overdosed, you couldnât help but feel guilty. Maybe if you had told your Aunt Leslie what Rue was doing, she could have got some help. But you knew Rue. Ever since her dadâs death she had been struggling. She would have to finally deal with that grief if she was going to stop, and you knew that was the last thing she wanted to do.
A few days after Rueâs overdose, you went to visit Fezco. You werenât sure if he knew or not. Even though he was her dealer, he was close to Rue, so you thought he should know. And it would be better coming from you than to hear it on the street.
âWell if it isnât Y/N Y/L/N,â Fezco greeted you with a smile on his face.Â
You tried to smile at the red head, but it was weak. âHey Fezco.â
âWhatâs wrong,â Fez asked, immediately knowing something was up.
You walked to him fiddling with your fingers nervous to tell him about your cousin. âUh... itâs Rue,â you said looking up at him with somber eyes. âShe overdosed.â
Fezâs face became tense. He didnât question it. He wasnât shocked, just sad.
You couldnât take looking into his piercing blue eyes any longer and set your eyes on the candy on the counter. âSheâs still at the hospital going through withdrawals. Aunt Leslieâs going to put her in rehab when she gets out.â
âIâm sorry, Y/N,â Fez said as he placed his hand on your arm to comfort you. Your eyes met his again and you could tell he genuinely felt bad.
âIts..,â you paused and laughed. âI was going to say itâs okay, but its not. She didnât die, so thatâs great but... I didnât know it was this bad with her.â
Fez dropped his hand and leaned against the counter behind him. âWhyâd you come here, ma?â
You looked at him confused. âWhat are you talking about? Rueâs your friend, I thought you should know.â
âShe is but... you ainât come here to blame me?â
You were taken aback. âNo, Fez. Itâs not your fault. Rue made a choice. And if she didnât get her drugs from you, it would be someone else.â
Fez was quiet as he took in what you said. You wanted to, no, needed him to understand this wasnât his fault.Â
âListen to me Fezco. Rueâs got a lot of problems that she has to deal with. She was using drugs to cope with her grief. I know you wouldnât want her to OD. Iâd rather know she was going to you for her fix, than some random guy who didnât give two shits about whether or not she lived or died. So I donât want you putting any of this on yourself, okay?â
Fez gave a small nod to let you knew he understood. You donât know if he actually believed what you said, but you were glad it was out there.Â
Over the summer, you visited the store more frequently. You did see him outside the store once at a pool party. Of course you pointed out that youâd never seen him at a party before. Your crowd was a little different than the East Highland High School bunch. Fez played it off though, but you knew he was only there for you.Â
An unexpected hangout occurred one evening when you stopped by the store on a cloudy day. The flow of customers was already crazy slow, then it started raining and store had been empty besides you, Fez, and Ash for the last hour. Â
âAye, bro, can we go home? Iâm bored as shit,â Ash said coming from behind the refrigerators.Â
Fez looked to you sitting on top of the freezer that held the popsicles and ice-cream before he spoke. âUh, yeah. Go head and pack up.â
You hopped off your self designated spot in store. âWelp, I guess thatâs my queue to head home.âÂ
âNah,â Fez said and stopped you in your tracks. âYou ainât gotta go home.â
âBut I gotta get outta here,â you interrupted giggling.Â
âNah, ma. I was finna say you could come to my place and hang... if you want.â
Your eyebrows shot up. Fezâs and your relationship mostly consisted of you just hanging out at his store while he worked. The two of you texted every now and then, but that was about it.Â
âOh... Uh, sure,â you managed to stammer out. Then you realized that didnât sound very enthusiastic so you added, âYeah, Iâd love to come over.â
You followed Fez and Ashtray home in your car since you drove yourself to the store. You were anxious the whole way there and the rain definitely wasnât helping.Â
Fezâs place looked homey. The living room felt familiar; the couches reminding you of your grandmaâs house.Â
âYou want anythinâ to drank,â Fez asked making his way to the kitchen.
âUh, no, Iâm good. Thanks though,â you replied slowly making your way to where he went. It was always awkward the first time you went over to a friendâs house.Â
Fez reappeared from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. He eyed you for a second before speaking. âYou want to watch a movie or somethinâ?â
The rest of the evening was spent on Fezâs couch, watching old 90âČs movies. Even Ashtray joined you for one. It was nice. It felt normal, not like you somehow became friends with you cousinâs drug dealer.
âOh my God, Fezzy,â you shouted excitedly. âYou wonât believe- Rue,â you paused when you saw your cousin coming from the back door that led to Ashtray. You glanced at Fez, then back to Rue. âWhat are you doing here?â
âJust popped in for a visit,â Rue answered. Her hands fidgeted in her pockets of her dadâs jacket.Â
âUnhuh...,â you hummed knowing she didnât just stop by to see the boys.
âWhat are you doing here,â Rue asked curious.
âI came by to see Fez,â you stated quickly. âYou just got out of rehab, Rue.â
Rue rolled her eyes at you. âYeah, and I had no plans on staying clean. I learned my lesson cuz. I know my limits now.â
You shook your head in disbelief. âYou only know your limits cause you overdosed Rue! You almost died!â
âKey word being almost.â
âOh my God,â you shook your head again turning away from the conversation. âIâll talk to you later, Fez,â you said then turned to walk out of the store.
âHey, Y/N,â Rue said and you stopped in your tracks. âYouâre not gonna tell my mom are you?â
You huffed exhausted by your cousin. You telling her mom should be the least of her concerns. You still faced the door but turned your head to look at Rue. Your eyes glossed over with frustrated tears. âI wish you cared about yourself like the rest of us do.âÂ
Two weeks went by before you saw Fez again. The ginger was starting to think you blamed him for Rueâs relapse. Even though you had told him Rue made a choice to do drugs so it wasnât his fault, your silence made him think you thought otherwise now.Â
It was Sunday afternoon when Fez heard someone at his door. He looked through the peephole and saw you, then quickly opened the door.
âWhatâs up, ma?â
âHey... I went by the store first but you werenât there. I know I should have called or something, but I just wanted to see you.â
âNah, you good. Iâm just surprised is all.â
âIs this a bad time?â
âNah, come in,â Fez said then stepped to the side to let you in.Â
âThanks,â you replied as you walked past him. You had only been in Fezâs place once, but it felt familiar. You just stood in the entry way while Fez closed the door. âUm, can we talk?â
âYeah, come on,â Fez said nodding towards the living room.Â
Fez took his usual place on the couch and you followed suit sitting beside him.
âIâm sorry about ghosting you these last two weeks,â you said, not being able to make eye contact with him. You felt guilty for ignoring him even though your issues were with Rue. Fez just sat there quiet. He wasnât a man of many words, but you needed him to say something. âNot to sound clichĂ©, but it was me not you.â
âIt sure felt like it was because of me,â Fez said.
You turned on the couch to face him more. âIt wasnât, Fez. I promise. Iâm mad at Rue, and I didnât know how to deal with it.â
âYeah, but she got her drugs from me and Ash. I could have told her no.â
âAnd then she would have thrown a fit and went somewhere else. Probably somewhere dangerous.âÂ
âWhy you keep makinâ excuses for me? You shouldnât be anywhere near me.â
âWhat,â you asked, your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. âFez, no, I donât want to be anywhere else but near you.â You spoke before you could realize what you were saying but it was true. Fez finally looked towards you and you averted his eyes. The silence was too loud. You were careful with your next words. âIf I have to tell you every day, then I will,â you said slowly then looked back up at him. âRueâs choice to do drugs, and keep doing them after her OD, is hers and hers alone. Itâs not your fault.âÂ
Fez took in what you said and how it made him feel then began to shake his head. âNah, y/n. You tryinâ to justify it still donât make it right.â
âFine,â you said exhausted, throwing your hands up in the air. âItâs not right! Rue coping with drugs. You selling her drugs. None of it is right, okay! But Rue is family and youâre my friend. So Iâm not going anywhere,â you shouted then just fell back into the couch crossing your arms over your chest.Â
Fez just watched you from his place on the couch. Anger and annoyance evident on your face. The situation sucked, but Fez didnât want to lose you. He was worried if Rue overdosed again, not only would he lose a sister, but you would never forgive him. Regardless of how much you told him it wasnât his fault she was on drugs, he was the supplier. But, if you wanted to keep being friends with him, who was he to tell you no.Â
âAight, ma,â Fez drawled out in his usual tone.Â
âAight what,â you asked for clarification.Â
âYouâre right... and stubborn,â Fez said, trying to stifle a laugh.Â
You eyed him cautiously. âElaborate.âÂ
Fez stayed sitting forward, but turned his head turned towards you and let it fall back on the couch. âRueâs gonna find a way to do drugs whether or not I give them to her. She was on them before she met me.â
You uncrossed your arms resting them in your lap as you sighed feeling sorry about your cousin. You hated the mess she got in and wished for nothing more than her sobriety. While you were thinking about Rue, Fezâs hand grabbed your forearm then slid down to your hand, pulling it so it was on the empty cushion space between you two, so he could hold it.
âAnd youâre right about us being friends,â Fez continued. You bit your lip trying to stop your grin from getting too big, and Fez returned a small smile.Â
After that day, you had seen less of Fez than you usually had in the summer. It was your senior year, so you were busy trying to keep your grades up while staying active in your clubs. You explained your schedule to Fez so he didnât trip at the fact that he was seeing less of you.Â
Things between you and Rue were strained. After you talked to Fez, you talked to your cousin and told her if she kept doing drugs you werenât going to stick around and watch her kill herself. You were no longer holding any sympathy for what she was going through. Your Aunt Leslie and Gia managed to keep living without having their grief hold them back, why couldnât Rue at least try? But Rue became spiteful, not caring that you were cutting yourself off from her.Â
You missed how things were in the summer. No stress. Rue was in rehab so you knew she was safe. Spending afternoons at Fezâs store. Missing Fez was how you found yourself at an East Highland party. One of your friends brought it up and you were quick to agree to the outing. You knew he would be dealing at the party, and that was more than enough of a reason to go.
âHey,â Rue said plopping down on the couch by Fez.
âWhatâs up, kid?â
âWhatâs going on with you and my cousin,â Rue asked, cutting straight to the chase. She was never one to beat around the bush.
âWhatchu mean,â Fez asked.
âY/N doesnât do parties. Especially not East Highland parties. And I know sheâs not here for me.â
âShit, she might be here for you,â Fez replied nonchalantly but he was hoping you were here for him. He missed seeing you on a regular basis.Â
âNah, sheâs not even talking to me right now. Cut me off cause I wonât stop using. Trying to teach me a lesson or some shit,â Rue said while she rolled her eyes. âSo much for family.â
âDonât say that shit, Rue.â Fez was getting agitated, because he knew how much you cared for her. âThat girl loves you. She just wants you to do better.â
âIf she loved me, she wouldnât leave,â Rue argued, her shoulders tensing up.Â
âNah, kid. Thatâs not how love works. She just doesnât want to sit around and watch you kill yoâself.â
Rue sat there stunned, your words replaying in her head. âThatâs exactly what Y/N told me... how much have you two been hanging out?â
Fez just shook his head as he took his blunt from behind his ear and lit it. âShe misses you. Talk to her, Rue.â
You had been at the party for about an hour now. Attempting to play it cool as if Fez wasnât the sole reason for you being there, you were trying to wait before you went and actually spoke to him. You noticed him a few minutes after you arrived. The two of you made eye contact and waved, but that was it.
Finally managing to leave your friends, you were making your way to Fezco when Rue stepped in front of you.
âOh sor- hey Rue.â
âHey, cuz,â Rue said. She looked... nervous. She was fidgeting with her jacketâs hood strings. Her eyes looking practically everywhere else but at you. âUm, can we talk for a sec?â
You looked past her to see Fez still sitting on the couch. Some guy coming up to him to make a deal. âUh, yeah. Of course. Letâs step outside.â
Rue nodded, then you both made your way to the front door. There was too much going on in the backyard to have a private conversation there. You opened the door and let Rue step out into the cool night air first.Â
You leaned against one of the front porch beams while Rue just stood there awkwardly and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets.Â
The silence between you two was awkward which was a first. You tried to wait for Rue to speak, but she struggled to find the words.
âWhatâs up, Rue?â
âUmm, I just- I,â Rue stammered out while she fidgeted in her spot. âShit, Iâm sorry, Y/N. Weâve never not talked to each other like this and I hate it. I miss you.â
You sighed, sorrow filling your eyes. âI miss you, too, cousin.â
Rueâs eyes glossed over as she started to smile. âUh, I havenât been using as much anymore.â
You reached out and placed your hand on her wrist for a moment. âThatâs great.â
Rue nodded, her eyes dogging around. âYeah... I met someone.â
âOh,â you replied, your eyebrows rising up in surprise. You were thrilled Rue was using less, but you knew if her sobriety was because of a person, it wouldnât last long. âDo I know them?â
âNo, sheâs new. Her name is Jules.â
âJules,â you repeated, making sure you pronounced it right.
Rue nodded, her smile growing bigger. âYeah, sheâs here tonight. Pretty blonde in the bright pink mini skirt.â
âYou look happy.â
She ran her fingers through her curls, pushing her hair back. âIâm working on it.â
It was quiet for a moment as you looked down at your cousin. âHey, Rue.â
âYeah?â
âI know we havenât been talking, but... you know Iâm here if you need me.â You placed your hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
âI know,â Rue said nodding. Then you placed your other hand on her shoulder and pulled her in for a hug. Since you were on the step above her, you towered over her in the hug so you sat your chin on her head.
âOkay... you can let go now, Y/N,â Rue said after you were holding onto her a little too long.
âNo, gotta make up for lost time,â you said, hugging her tighter.
âIt wasnât that much time.â
âIt felt like forever,â you said dragging out the r then placing a bunch of kisses on Rueâs head.
âEw, okay okay, I get it,â Rue said squirming in your arms. âWhy donât you go and kiss Fez?â
You stopped abruptly, pulling back slightly to look down at Rue. âWhy would you say that? Did he... did he say something to you?â
Rue gently pushed herself out of your arms. âNo, but itâs obvious something is happening between you two.â
âWhat,â you asked shaking your head, nervously running your hand over your hair. âNothingâs happening. Weâre just friends.â
âYeah, friends who wanna fuck,â Rue replied. She was always the blunt one in the family.Â
âRue!â
âAm I wrong,â she asked, her eyes on you.
âUhh-I mean...â
âUn huh. Just tell him how you feel,â Rue said as she started to make her way back into the party.
âYou say that like itâs so easy.â
Rue turned around so she was walking backwards now. âIt is when the other person likes you back.â Then she turned back around and you lost sight of her in the sea of people.
âBut...,â you shouted then began to whisper since you no longer saw her, âhow do you know he likes me?â
Now you were nervous. You werenât really one to flirt, at least not on purpose anyway. It was one thing to act normal around Fez and pretend you didnât have a huge crush on him, it was another for someone to tell you he liked you and pretend to be normal. What if Rue was wrong? What if whatever sign she was getting from Fezco, was just him being a good friend, and not him being interested in you?
You made your way back into the party, but completely passed by the living room and went straight for the bathroom. Surprisingly, there wasnât a line so you went right in. You locked the door then went to the mirror to look at yourself. Everything was still in place. Your lipstick was perfect. Your hair styled the way you liked it. Now, if only you could get that look of fear off your face.Â
âBreath, Y/N,â you said to yourself. You took a long exhale then inhaled. âRue wouldnât lie to you... well, maybe about drugs but not about this. And itâs Fez. Just put out some feelers to see where his head is at.â You nodded at yourself then turned the faucet on to splash a little water on yourself. Then your eyes grew wide as you thought, looking at yourself in the mirror again. âBut what if heâs just being nice? ITâS FEZ! Heâd never intentionally be mean to me. So how will I know if heâs only being polite and not actually flirting with me. Ughh!â
You dried your hand on a nearby towel then turned away from the mirror. You took some deep breaths to try and shake off the nervous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. âOkay. Itâs fine. Youâre fine.â You thought about every time you hung out with Fez over the summer. Going to his house for the first time. Him giving you candy for free at the store. Him holding your hand on his couch. Fez was a good friend and you didnât want to lose that, but you couldnât keep holding your feelings for the ginger in.Â
âHey Y/N,â Fezco said once you stopped in front of him. A small smile growing on his lips. Somehow his eyes managed to shimmer in the crappy living room lighting.Â
âUh can you give me a ride home? I donât feel so hot and I canât find my friends.â
Technically it wasnât a lie. You didnât feel great. Your anxiety about asking Fez how he felt about you made you sick to your stomach.
âSure thing, ma,â Fez replied, getting up from the couch without a second thought. Add that to the list of reasons you liked Fez. He would drop everything for you. The party wasnât done so there was still money to be made, yet here he was, walking you out the party to his car.
The ride was quiet and awkward which was unusual. You only felt awkward around Fez when you had to bring up Rueâs drug addiction. Glancing over at Fez, he was oblivious to the worry that was going on in your head. His eyes focused on the dark road ahead as he nodded along to the music. The streetlights highlighting his freckles as you drove through the neighborhood.Â
âDo you like me,â you asked, interrupting Fez.
Fezâs eyes left the road for a moment confused at your sudden change in the conversation. He readjusted himself in his spot before he spoke. âYeah, course I like you. Wouldnât be giving you a ride home if I didnât.â
You shook your head annoyed. âNo, Fez. I mean do you like like me? Like if we were in middle school and you found a note in your locker that said âdo you like me? Yes or no.â Which one would you circle?â
âOh.â
Oh. OH! What did he mean by oh. Your brain was running a mile a minute now. Fez better say something else and quick.Â
After what felt like forever, but was only about 5 seconds. âYeah... thought it was obvious I was feelinâ you.âÂ
You let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. âObvious?â
âYeah, I mean I thought you was real cute that first day you came in the store grillinâ me about what I was sellinâ Rue.â Fez chuckled to himself remembering that day.
âYou thought I was cute,â you asked baffled. This was all so confusing for you.Â
Fez shook his head, eyes still focused on the road. âYou gonna just keep repeating everything Iâm sayin?â
âUhh, yeah,â you replied, your eyes wide trying to prosses what he was saying to you. âIt doesnât make sense and youâre being so nonchalant about this.â
âHow am I supposed to be?â
âI donât know,â you answered, your hands flailing around. âNot like this! Just a minute ago I was freaking out wondering if I would ruin our friendship, or if there was even the slightest chance you liked me back... and you do. My brain canât comprehend.âÂ
Fezco put his car in park and you realized you were in front of you house. âWell, comprehend, ma.â
You slouched back in your seat staring out at the road ahead of you taking it all in. Rue was right. âWhat do we do now?â
Fez reached over the center console and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers. âWell, we could start with a date?â
You turned at looked at Fez, biting your lip to stop your smile from getting too big. âIâd like that,â you said, nodding your head.
âCool,â Fez said smiling.Â
âCool,â you repeated grinning right back.Â
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, just staring at one another.Â
âYou know what. Iâm feeling way better now.â
âReally?â
âYeah... donât think Iâm quite ready to go inside yet.â
âYou got something in mind?â
âNot really,â you said, pausing to think for a second. âJust not ready to leave you yet,â you replied, squeezing his hand a little while rubbing your thumb back and forth on the back of his hand.
Fezcoâs checks got incredibly hotter as he looked away from you avoiding your eyes. He let go of your hand and put his car back in drive beginning to drive off then said, "I think I know a place."
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college!rafe cameron x reader au
â in which rafe and y/n absolutely despise each other in public but crush in secret. rafe is failing his humanities class & is assigned y/n as his tutor . . . maybe all it took for this relationship to form was just a bit of forced proximity and some time.
warning(s): nothing bad at all !! just cute stuff. lots of friendship. rafe admiring y/n lowkey
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âso you and rafe cameron are just friends now?â aria asks as you two sit in the dining hall together for breakfast. itâs the the morning after and you told her just an hour before this that you and rafe are on new terms. new, relieving terms.
you nod as you pick at your food with your fork. âyeah, and hopefully for a while,â you say before frowning, âbeing someones enemy is not easy work.â
she giggles at you, âwell iâm glad you two have started over.â
âme too,â you agree with a desperate nod, and she giggles once more before she picks up a phone call and eats while talking to her sister most likely.
your eyes trail around the dining hall as you dig your fork into your food and eat. after the brief phone call, aria sets down her phone and you take the opportunity right away to bring up your soon-plans.
âso, um, speaking of new friends, i wanted to talk to you about something,â you begin, your voice tentative. ârafe invited me to some coffee shop slash live music show with him and his friends later today, and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me.â
arias eyes widen from across the table, âhanging out with his inner circle? wow you two move fast!â
you roll your eyes, but your cheeks flush at the tease. âitâs not even like that,â you insist with a wave of your hand. âi can probably get rafe to pay for both of our drinks if you go with me. itâs at five.â
aria gives you a âyou donât have to do that lookâ as she shakes her head, her voice clear, âiâm a little booked and busy, i have to call my mom as soon as she gets off of work today at five. maybe another day?â
you nod with a smile. âwhatever works,â you tell her. aria smiles back at you. you have no problem with her being busy, it just wouldâve been nice to have her there so it wouldnât just be ârafe and his friends . . . and youâ. youâre grateful that aria was at least considering it.
âso how about you?â you ask her. âwhat are your plans for today, miss booked and busy girl?â
aria perks up. âoh youâll absolutely love to hear what iâm doing,â she says immediately, earning a laugh from you.
as aria begins to recount whatâs on her planner, as well as the green beans on her plate, you nod along, your attention drifting as your gaze wanders around the dining hall.
you canât help but feel a pull towards a certain table in the corner, where rafe and his friends usually sit. you watch as rafe breaks out into a smile, with lorenzo seeming to be telling another big story to rafe and elara whoâs in a fit of laughter.
you feel excited. like actually excited. and itâs weird. usually finding out that you had to be in rafes presence back home would end in you telling your friends about how you wanna just go back to bed. you can smile at the memories but youâre actually looking forward to befriending rafe and the others now.
however your thoughts are interrupted as soon as rafe stares back at her from across the room. lorenzo and elara are too busy conversing with one another to notice he ever shifted gaze.
itâs like your breath is caught in your throat as your eyes meet, and it basically feels like youâve been caught. itâs like heâs smiling with his eyes though and he nods at you to say âheyâ. you quickly look away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
âare you even listening to me?â arias voice breaks through your reverie, and you snap back to reality. you quickly plaster on a smile and nod, hoping to mask your distraction.
âyeah sorry, i got a little lost there for a moment,â you half-lie, forcing yourself to focus on arias words. âokay so you were saying about your day?â
you spend a good amount of time deciding on what to wear that you nearly miss the text from rafe that says youâre leaving in ten minutes. you get comfortable in lorenzoâs car as he and elara accompany each other in the front, you and rafe having to sit in the back.
âitâs so nice to officially have a girl to hangout with,â elara says as she turns around in her seat and grabs the side of her chair, staring directly at you.
elara is gorgeous, youâve always thought this since you saw her the first day of class. her milk chocolate hair is flowing in waves with her money pieces braided all the way down. her eyes are green; and youâre jealous. sheâs sporting a pair of golden earrings that dangle and compliment her skin tone beautifully. this girl knows her color theory.
no wonder why lorenzo likes her so much; at least thatâs what rafeâs hinted at before.
âthis kind of stuff isnât really his scene, so thank you y/n for coming with us so he can too,â lorenzo says, and in your peripherals you can see rafe smile and look out his window.
lorenzos hair is a little curly. itâs dark and his features are too. you canât see much from your view behind elaras seat but itâs not like you have to when youâve already seen him. you can see he cleans up well though. heâs a little opposite to elaraâs outfit, whose colors are light and her clothes are airy with her dress and knitted cardigan. lorenzoâs in some hoodie layered with a racing jacket.
when you look to your left, rafe is in a collared denim jacket and some jeans. as soon as you saw him youâd joked about how he looked like a cowboy.
âwhoâs even playing tonight?â rafe asks the two in the front as he rests his elbow on his door while rubbing his chin. âwas there a setlist?â
âfor a coffee shop?â lorenzo asks, and he seems unsure about it himself. he shrugs, âweâll see when we get there.â
you take a few pictures of the view of the town and the shop itself for your mom, but you plan on sending them to your family groupchat later, probably when youâre on the way back to campus.
you follow the others inside. elara finds you guys a table immediately because she predicts the shop will be packed soon. the coffee shop is new, and usually these things on top of supporting small artists are popular.
thereâs already people seated at different tables near the stage where thereâs two performersâa singer and their guitarist. theyâre playing some kind of country music, you think. you really canât recognize the genre.
you seat yourself with elara at the table and rafe joins lorenzo at the front counter to take a look at the menu. youâre just about to continue discussing classes with the girl when lorenzo speaks up.
he turns around from his spot, calling out to elara, âthereâs a honey lavender latte.â
she gasps and excuses herself from the table, and she darts over to the front in such a hurry that she has to pull her cardigan back over her shoulders, marveling over the neat menu.
rafe pats lorenzoâs back and leaves to join you at the table, settling down in the seat with a sigh. youâre facing the performing stage at first but you turn to face him across the table.
âthanks for coming,â he says, his voice low and quiet that you almost donât hear him over the music. you perk up and tilt your head in question, so he continues, âif you couldnât tell, this is way more enzo and laraâs kind of spot more than it is mine. i wanted to go anyway but i thought itâd be better if you were here too.â
you shake your head. âi should be thanking you for the invite,â you insist. âitâs nice to get off campus and hangout with some friends instead of staying inside my dorm doing homework . . . or tutoring someone again.â
he rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat in denial. âalright alright,â he says, earning a laugh from you. âyou didnât even tutor me yesterday.â
âright, but i still stayed to help motivate you to apply yourself more often,â you remind him.
elara approaches the table with a smile, her hands clasped together as she stands behind her chair. âhi, so lorenzoâs ordering for us. do you guys know what you want yet or . . . ?â
you and rafe tell her your orders, which are your drinks plus rafeâs sandwich âcause he says he skipped lunch earlier. he pulls out his wallet and hands elara enough cash to cover both yours and his, like he said he would, and she hurries back to her friend.
youâre back to your conversation with rafe, and you lean forward to speak directly to him, âthanks for that by the way.â
he shakes his head and doesnât say anything, like he doesnât want to make it a thing. he stuffs his wallet into his back pocket.
âthanks for helping me.â you can tell that heâs referring to staying with him to do your english assignments. this time you wave it off like itâs nothing.
he thinks back to what you said specifically just a moment agoâabout staying to motivate you. he doesnât even argue with you, despite wanting to. to tell you that the truth. to tell you why heâs been failing despite being able to take clear notes and participate just fine in class discussions to prove heâs been doing his reading too.
you turn away to face the performers again, and rafe just stares at you. you look so content, just enjoying the music, the café.
you admire the new coffee shop and its entirety. the customers are clearly enjoying it too, especially the coffee. theyâre rounding up orders quick. everyone must be good at what they do here.
most have coffee already, in the middle of being gulped down, having photos taken of them for their feeds and groupchats, but some have empty spaces in front of them. either their order is on the way or theyâve managed to finish their drink and still stay because the atmosphere is that attractive.
the menu uphead is clear and concise, handwritten for sure, and thereâs a display of treats that have cute little doodles on the sign that reads that some are organic, locally sourced, and delicious. itâs a âbuy one, get one!â deal that has you spotting a few cookies on small paper bags or slices of some cake on peopleâs plates.
the aroma inside the cafĂ© makes you melt. you can smell it from outside too. itâs the smell of coffee beans and baked goods mostly, which is literally what they sell anyway, but itâs all so fresh.
you can sit here for hours.
and soon, itâs been hours and youâre still there with the group. itâs late but youâre grateful thereâs no curfew at your university or else you wouldâve left by then.
people are standing from their seats to surround the stage. some are dancing with their partners, you can see, but others are just swaying to the sound, much like you are.
your fingers are intertwined together as you rest your chin on top of your knuckles, and you watch what looks like the singer serenading her guitarist, who looks back at her with the same glint in her eye. itâs the cutest thing.
âyou and i need to hangout more often,â elaraâs voice is loud from beside you, and you look over to where she and lorenzo are dancing, elaraâs back pressed against his chest. lorenzo is too busy filming the performers to pay attention. âiâve been meaning to go shopping sometime. you can come with!â
you hesitate, especially if she means like tomorrow. you arenât totally prepared for one-on-one with her but at the same time, maybe it would be nice to just be impulsive about it.
âwe can work it over text,â she tells you like sheâs read your mind, and youâre relieved. she shared her number with you a bit after you and her started chatting it up in the car. sheâs probably the kindest soul youâve met since you started school here.
as elara goes back to swaying with lorenzo whoâs finally put his phone down, you look to rafe. heâs on the other side of you with his hands in his pockets, but heâs not swaying. heâs just standing still.
you give him a look that tells him to move more and he does, but only with a sigh. you show him by moving your hands too, but youâre so close to the stage that the singer takes your hand into hers.
it alarms you and you stare forward in awe, laughing when you realize how caught off guard you were when she was just connecting with the audience. lorenzo pulls out his phone again to record you, and you giggle with elara.
the singer lets go of your hand and you look at rafe whoâs just smiling. you canât tell what kind of smile it isâif itâs because of your reaction or because of something else. itâs kind of hard to read him nowadays.
he leans in, speaking to you privately. âi told you youâd like lara,â his voice booms in your ear, and you nod.
âsheâs great, thank you for introducing me,â you reply, and he nods back. âthank you for tonight.â
as elara repeatedly pokes your shoulder to get your attention, you face the two to appear in lorenzoâs recorded video of the girls together. he even pans over to rafe whose attention isnât even on them, but on you.
he didnât realize what heâd been missing all this time. youâre fun to be around, itâs one of the only things he thinks when youâre on his mind. the other, however, just lingers over and almost makes him feel guilty. it benefits you both even though he sacrificed his grade for it. all he wanted to do was grab your attention after that first time you tutored him.
maybe failing english on purpose was just the thing to get you back.
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hi anne! i wanted to request boyfie x fem!reader headcanons for daichi and kuroo from haikyuu?
btw loved your recent bokuto hubby drabble đ„ș you've really blessed us đ„ș i wanted to include bokuto for the ask but you wrote him so well in that drabble! đ€§ you can still include him in this request if you'd like đ might be fun hehe đ€
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boyfriend! daichi, kuroo, bokuto headcanons (separate)
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hello anon! tysm for requesting<3
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and omgg, i'm so happy you liked my little bokuto drabble! đ„čđ„č i included him in the headcanons here as well cause it's never too much bokuto am i right or am i right
⥠DAICHI SAWAMURA
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super protective like omg
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i feel like he loves to hold hands at all times
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the sidewalk rule.
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is veryy serious about your relationship
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already plans your future together and loves to talk about it
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always asks for your opinion though
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"my love, when we get married, do you want to get a cat? a dog? maybe a hamster?"
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can be a bit too serious sometimes tbh
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like, when you guys are out with friends, sometimes you have to nugde him and be like "that person was joking btw" cause he just doesn't get itttt
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that type of man that your family would love
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might get late to the meeting with your family and then enter with a cute smile and be like "i'm so sorry, i met an elder lady on my way and i had to help her with grocery shopping"
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he's that type to read every single book you said you liked, and watch all your favorite movies
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always insists to pay for everything
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acts of service allll the way
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will stop in the middle of your walk to kneel down and tie your shoe
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loves to show you off in front of his teammates
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ALSO OMG imagine you two go shopping cause you wanted to get some new makeup supplies
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he'll carry your cart and when you want to see how would a lipstick, eyeshadow or anything else look on skin, he offers you his hand so you can try out all the shades on him hehe
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and then when you two walk out of the store both of his hands are covered in blush, lipsticks and other stuff but he doesn't care tbh
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(now i kinda want to write a drabble abt it)
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(let me know if i should)
⥠KUROO TETSURO
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would probably do anything you asked of him tbh
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he's that type of boyfriend to also be your bestie ykwim
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"they broke up?? no way! give me all the details rn"
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skincare routine is his favourite activity with you, he's just so glad you got him into that
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then he goes to practice and talks to his teammates like "don't you guys see how i'm GLOWING??"
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pretty random but i hc that he can fall asleep literally anywhere and that he loves naps
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kinda... like a cat...
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and oh he SNORES
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loves to tease you sm
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especially abt your height, let's be honest
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asks how's the weather down there and thinks he's funny
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i feel like he really cares about kenma's approval of your relationship
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introducing u to kenma was more important for him than introducing you to his family atp đ
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so stressed abt it too it's honestly funny
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but kenma said you seem cool so kuroo can already go look for a ring
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sends you reels of cats cuddling and says "us"
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loves to carry you and always looks for an excuse to do so
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would switch his shoes with yours when your legs start to hurt
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looks good in your heels and i'm telling you, he walks in them better than u do
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just smirks and says that he can teach you to be better lol
⥠BOKUTO KOTARO
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lowkey an introvert's nightmare
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probably took ages to confess tho
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cause he's just too afraid to mess up, and he doesn't want to ruin your friendship:(
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asked akaashi to help confess
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also, asks akaashi with help with ANYTHING
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like in my head, bokuto doesn't really have any previous relationship experience
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so he doesn't really know what to do sometimes and you're very important to him so he wants to do everything right
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therefore he asks akaashi for help. all the time. all. the. time.
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like let my man akaashi rest đ
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asks him what to get you for your birthday, how to apologize after a fight, anything you can think of tbh
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so clingy, the definition of clingy actually
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wants to hang out 24/7
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if you asked him to move in with you on the very same day you two started dating, he'd agree without hesitation
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also texts you whenever you can't meet up
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sends the most random shit, especially on tiktok and ig
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he's that type to, when he plays a match, before he makes a serve, points at you and is like "this one's for you" and then completely misses
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will talk your ear off
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says the cutest things when he's sleepy
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he'll just cuddle up to you and start rambling abt how much he loves you
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The trio
Day 11 of celebration marathon
Platonic!Trio x reader
-ÂŁ ask: Can you do something about how Percy, Annabeth and Grover would be meeting a new mortal friend after the quest? Like Annabeth having her first friend outside camp and maybe having all the awesome kid moments she missed ie sleepovers, movies, school dance... stuff like that. Grover making a friend he isn't trying to protect or save and can just be himself. And Percy making a friend with the confidence he got from knowing he's different but not broken. (I loved tonight's episode and can't wait for season two! I hope your enjoying the books they were my favorite when I was 12) @poemfreak306
-ÂŁ Warnings: fluffy friendship, hcs, me just going with what my brain comes up with, I havenât slept since yesterday.
Itâs funny how you were so excepting of their situation. Of course you were confused but you got over it pretty fast.
you had watched them defeat a monster on your way home from school and hid while they took care of it. You actually thought you were losing your mind.
They were just surprised as you when you went up to them, a normal human. I mean humans could see through the fog before but you were different.
âSoâŠyou actually have goat legs?â You point down at Grover as he blushes and nods.
âAwesome.â
You took them to your house and offered them a place to stay for the night, or some meals at first since they didnât want to stay around you to long.
Annabeth likes to talk about things she feels like she canât around anyone at camp, like girly things. Maybe you teach her a new hair style? Or show her a new teen magazine with cutes boys, then show her new movies she might like.
(I have a feel for wound either love or hate legacy blonde and you canât convince me otherwise)
She likes when you gossip about your regular life and the problems you have, she likes to live through you. She also likes to teach you things to if you ask.
Grover is so happy to have you. He doesnât feel the pressure. Not that itâs a problem with the other two but he likes to chill in your room. Heâs a sucker for laying down in your room while you listen to music and play with his hair. Also, teach him videos games and battle him. He likes to visit you all the time to complain or rest up. You are his battery charger.
Also, Grover loves you because you always prepare snacks for him. He eats anything, Tin cans and random things he could find but you take the time to make him something. Makes him feel loved and cared about.
You are a blessing in Percyâs eyes. The other kids made fun of him for his whole like. But here you are, not a care in the world. You do scold him if he gets hurt and about being more careful tho he enjoys that. He had a kinda normal childhood with his mom so he knew a lot of things like you did so it was easy to bond. You got all his references!
Percy likes it when you listen to him rant on about his problems, about how camp is, or how he killed some monster. He enjoys how excited you get when he tells his stories. You call him and the others your heroâs.
Movie nights are always fun with them. Either you and Percy are showing them a movie you watched or you show them something.
If it horror. Grover will be watching intently while eating popcorn unlike what you thought the first time, he likes it. Annabeth is screaming at the tv how they are messing themselves up and somehow ends up rooting for the killer, (she never will admit she yelps at times) and Percy is in the middle. Sometimes his curling up and turning away, or laughing at the screen.
They get to be kids and enjoy a sleepover, eating snacks and throwing them around, laughing so hard they cry, staying up âall nightâ and then crashing.
Everytime they return to camp they have a new photo of you to hang up. Even as a mortal you are their best friend and they wouldnât change it any other way.
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-ÂŁ this was edited poorly so many mistakes are made because Iâm having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
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