#GOODBYE CHUCKLE FUCKER I WILL MISS YOU!

[welcome-to-green-hills]

We’re gonna have to say goodbye to Chuckle Fucker Momstry

🥺Damn…🥺

[deathbyathousandroses]

We can't keep meeting like this.

ellie x fem!reader

content warnings ☆ cursing, alcohol and weed, vomit (brief and not described), smut (oral, overstimulation, fingering). Lemme know if there's any I missed.

College AU. ☆

Brief Summary ☆ To new beginnings! You were finally moving out of your home town to a bigger city. When you meet the hottest girl you've ever seen on your first day. You can't help but keep meeting in embarrassing situations. ☆

WC ☆ 6.3k

a/n ☆ Howdy Ellie fans, hope y'all enjoy this. I'm not the most magnificent write. But I had an idea so might as well. Feedback is appreciated!

The sound of your tapping foot muffled by the rattling of the car made it all more consuming to get to your destination. Whoever told you being in a small confined space with your chatty dad for five hours was a good idea. Needs to be told off. Anticipation surged through your body as you realized you would almost be there. This was instantly followed by apprehension…'What if my roommates a dick? No, what if they think I'm the dick?'

Scratch that, keep happy thoughts. And so you did - kinda. Soon enough you had arrived at the campus. Although you had done endless amounts of research on this school. No immense amount of websites or pictures could have prepared you for the overwhelming feeling of seeing the massive campus in person. Fuck, I mean do you get any financial compensation for the amount of walking you're gonna be doing?

"Hey kiddo, c'mon!" Your dad put his hand on your shoulder with a look between loss and rejoicement. Soon enough. you're struggling to balance bags and boxes onto a small rolling cart. Making your way into the lobby.

The environment immediately made you anxious. With a mix of student orientation leaders and staff member, that all didn't wear any identification. You're struggling to be assisted, until your lord and savior of a father found someone.

A tall lanky raven haired boy trotted his way over to your dad with a clipboard. As your dad mumbled his concerns to him, you squinted your eyes to read the minuscule font on the back of his clipboard. 'Resident Assistant(s)' Oh, well it looks like your old man did a good job at finding exactly what you needed.

Next thing, you were being led to your residence hall room and passed around to different people along the way to aid your confusion. Making your way through the crowd was terrifying. Though, it all worked out as you got to a door that room number matched your paper.

A relieved sigh escaped your mouth, followed by a loud groan from your father. You unlocked the dorm, taking in the foreign area. It was a decent size, you didn't hate it. Thankfully, considering this was gonna be your living situation for god knows how long.

"Hey, looks like your roommate beat us to it." Your fathers voice filled the room. "Ok, Mr. Captain Obvious." You snorted admiring the decorated half of the dorm. Posters and other items scattered the wall, and you noticed a theme of purple. Purple comforter, purple stationary, purple bags.

"I wonder if purples their favorite color, what do you think?" You quipped.

"I reckon it's yellow, no?" Earning a small chuckle out of you.

The two of you began getting to work unloading the boxes upon boxes. God, you should have never allowed him to organize these. Somehow, you were finding toiletries in your clothes box, and stationary in your technology box. Yes, it was a pain in the ass to keep guessing where everything was. But, it did give you more time with the old fucker. Admittedly, you were gonna miss him. Of course, you'd never tell him that to save your pride.

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The day was nearing an end, you'd gotten most everything heavy unpacked. The rest you were able to handle by yourself. A palpable sense of realization fell over you. You'd be having to say goodbye. By the looks of your fathers face, he was thinking the same thing.

"Why don't we have waffles for dinner, on me kiddo." He faintly smiled, ruffling up your hair. You did the smallest nod, but he understood. Then causing the sappiest scene to known to man kind to happen. He took you into a tight embrace kissing the top of your hair. You weren't listening to too much of what he was whispering. But you heard the quiet 'I'm so proud of you's.'

"Okay, okay. Enough of this dad. I'm starving!" You groaned. He reluctantly agreed. Not wanting this moment to end, and you both made your way out of the campus back to his car.

The ride to the restaurant was sat in a comfortable silence. Only the small hums of your dad listening to music. And the gusts of wind knocking on the windows. You loved these car rides, although sometimes it's a pain to hear him rant about cars and sports. Having to live with a new person you didn't know. Was ultimately gonna be worst. Especially not having these little moments everyday.

Once you both arrived, and were seated and ordered. You and your father talked about lists of things to do prior before classes. He was urging you to make some sort of itinerary to help you stayed organized. You, of course, had to reassure him multiple times that it was unneeded. You had everything you needed that your professors required. He still was worried.

The two of you carried on your conversation, just rambling about everything and anything. Until your food came. It was always a little tradition to get waffles with him after something big happened in your guys life. You always enjoyed this, and was glad he was carry on this tradition into adulthood.

The first bite was amazing, as always. Although, not as good as your the waffle place you both frequent back home. You watched your dad inhale his food. Only to realize how hungry you were, you both hadn't eaten all day. Besides the roadtrip snacks, you were starving.

It was here, the dreadful goodbye. You'd never think watching your dad pay for a check would make you tear up. But here you are trying to hide your emotions in a 24 hour diner.

"You gotta get back." He held his hand up pulling you out of the sunken in booth. You put your jacket on and followed him back to the car. He flipped in your favorite CD, and you both sang along to it. Relishing in this fleeting moment. Unfortunately, the car ride didn't feel long enough.

There you were, reluctantly pulling the car door open. While your dad raced to your side of the car.

A smile painted his lips, and he grabbed your hand. "Here, why don't you let your old man walk you to your room?" The silence gave him the answer he needed. And he put his arm around you walking into the lobby. Memories from this morning flooded back, but the lobby looked drastically different without the crowds.

The walk was nice, besides the rambling about being a good student and kid. Not getting into drugs, blah blah blah. The universal run down every parent feels like they have a duty to say.

Stopping at your dorm door. The same expression was plastered on his face from when you finished unpacking that afternoon.

"Bring it in kiddo." The embrace was tight again, you didn't want to let him go. If you did you'd have to face the reality of him leaving. It isn't like you weren't ready for this new start. You were just scared of being alone. You felt the top of your head getting smothered in kisses. If anyone walked by, you'd sure think they'd start tearing up.

He was the first to let go. You hadn't realized his face was also wet from tears. Until you finally tilted your head back up to him. This earned a chuckle from both of you.

"You know I'm gonna miss you." You mumbled, dragging on the first few letters.

"I know." His voice was only but a whisper. The next thing he did was kiss your forehead one last time "Don't do anything stupid, you understand?" Nodding your head in agreement, you went in for a last hug. This one was shorter, but still had the same impact as the rest.

You both said your goodbyes, and the sound of his footsteps grew fainter every second. When you couldn't hear him anymore, you finally began unlocking your door. Only to be greeted with a girl on the bed.

She lay there with earbuds in, a book. Her hair was braided in the back, and an earthy floral scent filled your nose. With the sudden sound of the door shutting. She took her earbuds out smiling wide.

"Oh! You're here!" She came up and hugged you. This was different you thought. You didn't say anything verbal in response, still too shocked by the big embrace she took you in prior. "Oh shit, right, my bad. I'm Dina."

"Y/N, nice decorations by the way." You responded.

The rest of the night was filled mostly by Dina talking and you listening. You didn't mind though, you thought she was interesting. Besides, it was better than having an asshole of a roommate.

"Okay, before we go to bed...What's your schedule for tomorrow?" Dina questioned.

"Oh, well I have my art class at 9am. Journalism at 11, then Calc in the afternoon."

"Journalism with Bardot?"

"Yup, that's the one." Earning a hum out of Dina.

"Okay, how about we meet up here before Journalism and we can walk to class together," Dina mentioned. You agreed. "Also! I'm going to a party tomorrow night, you're coming."

You were ready to argue but Dina didn't budge on the statement. I guess tomorrow would be filled with trying new things...

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Loud beeps awoke you. It was already morning? The clock read 7am, you had two options. Sleep in until 8:30 and have only 30 minutes to get ready and to your class. Or start getting ready now to look presentable, while also not having to rush across campus.

With a little more deciding, you once in your life picked the responsible decision...Slowly parting ways with the warmth of you bed was hell, but getting into a warm shower was great compensation.

Once you finished getting ready, it was almost time to leave. Checking you school bag, and tying your shoelaces. Thats when Dina woke up.

"Good morning Y/n." Her groggy voice rang. She sat up wrapping her body in her comforter and rubbed her eyes. "You headed to class?" She questioned.

"Yup, I actually need to leave," pulling out your phone to read 8:50, "right now-" Ur voice now laced with panic. You couldn't be late for your first class of the school year. How would your professor feel about this?

The adrenaline coursing through you, carried your legs faster than you could have ever. Checking quickly for the room number you needed you finally had. 8:58am. Took only eight minutes, nice job.

Lecture hall was abnormally quiet, even your feet taking steps felt too loud. A lot of seats were taken, so you chose a seat near the center. Wouldn't have been your first choice, but I guess that's what we get.

The class began shortly after, going over the basics of the art course. Just in detail of course expectations, professor policy etc. It was all dandy until a finger taps on your shoulder. You look back to be met with the most piercing green eyes. Your eyes wondered the mystery girls face. She had freckles scattered on her face like constellations, and short auburn hair that framed her face perfectly. Perfection is all you could describe her as.

"Can I sit here?" Her raspy voice broke your trance.

"Uh, yeah of course!" Mentally face palming yourself for saying that so energetically. She didn't speak much after that, carefully opening her notebook with doodles and following along to the professor talking. It wasn't like she was saying anything important right now, it was all just first day rundown. But you couldn't help but admire her tattooed wrist.

That short-lived admiration ended when the bell interrupted. Groaning, you gathered your things and began to head out when the freckled girl spoke.

"I'm Ellie by the way." Her voice rang through your head like a broken record. You did a slight smile to acknowledge her, but she still stood there waiting expectantly.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm Y/n." A deep red blush painted your face after speaking.

"Well, I hope to see you around. Y/n." She began walking away after. Did her voice get hotter every time she spoke? Oh how you'd pay to hear her say your name again, and again, and again.

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The first school day came to a close. Dina and you walked together to your dorm as she rambled on about her day and the upcoming party tonight. This was when you realized your first obstacle; finding the right outfit to wear to a college party.

Dina started getting ready right away, leaving you stranded and clueless on how to look presentable. Do I wear something nice? Something casual? The first you focused on was hair and makeup. It wasn't anything extravagant. But definitely something that was bolder than your everyday.

Once that was over with, you watched Dina slip on a cute sweater with a skirt. It was simple, but so cute.

"Dina?" You spoke, making her look up at you. Humming waiting for you to talk, "Can you help me pick an outfit?"

"I was waiting for this moment all day." She frantically got up wasting no time to rummage through your closet. You couldn't decipher what she was thinking. She took a long time to pick pieces of clothing, so you wondered if she thought your wardrobe was ugly.

"Ah-ha!" She triumphantly said, waving a tight white long sleeve in your face, paired with some simple dark-washed jeans. The outfit was basic and simple, but there was a reason that shirt was in the back of your closest. You never wear it.

It clung too much for comfort, and the backless detail didn't go unnoticed either. It wasn't an ugly top, it was gorgeous. You just didn't think you could pull it off.

"Go try it on dummy!" She practically pushed you into the bathroom.

When you came out, you studied Dina's expressions. Her once blank face, turned into one of aw. "You look hot, what the fuck?"

Her words made you feel so confident. If it wasn't for her you'd probably be wearing a random hoodie. This was it, this was your look. The last thing you both did before heading out was checking yourselves in the mirror, and you were out.

As you walked through the halls, Dina abruptly stopped. "Shit, I forgot something." Without any explanation she quickly ran the other way. Leaving you stranded by the vending machine room. Welp, might as well buy some water as you realized how dehydrated you were.

After receiving the water, you began chugging it with no hesitation. The water began dripping from your mouth onto your white shirt. Realizing the mishap, you cursed under your breath looking for paper towels to clean yourself up. With your luck, no paper towels, and the water was right on the tops of your chest. Exposing your lack of bra.

Mumbling more curses under your breath, you started to choke on it when you saw Ellie standing in the entrance way staring at you amused.

"You scared the shit out of me, how long were you standing there?" You questioned.

"Only the part where I watched you drown, but don't mind me. I like the view." Her eye adverting to your shirt.

"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing." You groaned putting your hands to cover yourself.

She chuckled, passing by you to get to the vending machine. Just in time for Dina to come back with whatever she needed.

Saying your rushed goodbyes to Ellie, the two of you went back on your path to the party. Mentally cheering at Dina not asking who Ellie was.

You realized shortly into your walk, that you hit the jackpot with Dina as your roommate. She was such a polar opposite from you, but a part of that made you two gravitate to each other. Within the day and a half you'd known her. It felt like you'd been friends for years. I mean, there was a dull moment with her. Something, you never had with anyone except your father.

The party wasn't a far walk. but you still regretted not bring a jacket due to the coldness. And still somewhat damp shirt, luckily the it wasn't sheer anymore.

"We have arrived m'lady." Dina used her fingers to play air trumpet. You both went hand by hand up the stairs knocking on the door. To be greeted by a towering man.

"Jesse, this is Y/n, Y/n this is Jesse." Dina introduced you both to each other. He open the door more to signal you both in, and greeted you. "I'm her boyfriend by the way." You nodded, as you watched them become affectionate. Giving you a cue to walk away.

The party started off tame, not too many people were there at first. But as the night went on, the music became louder. Lights became dimmer, and it reeked of booze and weed everywhere. Dina had introduced you to a couple of other people. With the help of alcohol in your system you were able to strike up conversations easily.

You tried your best to stick with Dina for the most part. When she wasn't present, you stuck with a couple of people she introduced you to.

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The scene somehow migrated into a random bedroom. You were now at limit of alcohol, cutting yourself off from anything else.

"Alright, form a circle guys." Jesse instructed the room. Everyone got into position, when a knock at the door made every turn. The last person you expected to enter, entered. It was fucking Ellie. She immediately had her eyes on you. Giving you a slight nod to acknowledge your presence.

"Well if it isn't Ellie fucking Williams!" A girl yelled over the music. Other people began greeting her, making it very apparent she had mutual friends her. You watched as she sat in-between two girls, you felt jealously rise in you. But you pushed it down.

"Ok simmer down everyone," Jesse interrupted everyones conversations, "Were gonna play seven minutes in heaven." He dramatically slammed down an empty beer bottle in the middle. He stood up and sat on a nearby beanbag. To show he wasn't going to participate.

As the game went on, you became more and more anxious as your turn was coming up. Seven minutes went by fast in each turn, but you couldn't help but realize how long that really was. You needed to do it, you couldn't pussy out now.

"Your turn Y/n." Dina tugged on your arm. You slowly reached for the bottle locking eyes with Ellie. As the bottle spun, you watched it intently. Picking at you fingernails from the anticipation. It felt like it was in slow-motion near the end. As it came to a stop, your eyes geared towards the torn up converse that the bottle tip pointed at.

The bottle landed on Ellie. Whatever you were feeling before was ramped up double, she was the first to stand up. Smirking the whole time. She led you to the closet, and opened it to let you walk through.

"So art class girl, how's it going?" She playfully whispered. You were about to speak when you felt an overwhelming response to barf. Your hand flew to your mouth and you ran out of the closet and the room. Straight to the bathroom, only to release the worth sickness you've felt in years. I guess mixing boxed wine and vodka wasn't your brightest idea.

The lack of material covering your back relieving the heat you were feeling. As it hit the cold wall. You sat in the bathroom for awhile recollecting yourself, you didn't know how to get back from that. How did that make Ellie feel? I mean it seemed like you were barfing at the idea of kissing her.

The rambling of your thoughts were interrupted by a knock.

"I'll be out soon, sorry!" You screamed over the blasting music.

"Uh, it's me. Ellie, can I come in?"

Fuck me, just my luck. You slowly got up from the floor and opened the door inviting her in. She stood there for a second looking at the scene in front of her. You were a mess. Makeup probably smudged and hair now wild.

"I'm taking you to your dorm, you're clearly too drunk." Her voice was demanding. It made a familiar sensation pool between your thighs at her assertiveness. "Yes m'am." You squeaked, burping from the alcohol.

She took your hand, and guided you out of the bathroom and the party. She didn't have any transportation like you, so you both walked back in silence. The cold night making you shiver under the breeze.

"Here take my jacket, you're shivering." Ellie pulled the thick clothing off of her body, and guiding it onto you. Leaving her in a thermal underneath.

"But aren't you cold?" You mentioned. Ellie shook her head 'no' and you kept walking until you reached the campus. The walk helped you sober up a little, but not enough to chase away the dizziness you felt. You couldn't decipher if it was the alcohol or Ellie's close proximity making you dizzy though.

"Ok, you're gonna have to give me directions to your dorm," She spoke closely to your ear sending shivers down your spine, "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" The new nickname made you almost buckle at the knees.

You told her the room number, and she nodded understanding where it was. Then, she took your hand helping you up the stairs. The hand-to-hand contact made your stomach jump in circles. She fortunately kept holding your hands as she navigated the hallways searching for your room.

When you arrived, she let go of your hand. Leaving you feeling empty.

"You know, we gotta stop meeting like this." Ellie breathy chuckled. Her hands went into her pockets. You nodded not knowing what to say, but agree. Feeling her eyes on you as you struggling with the lock of your dorm.

You began to enter, before stopping to look at her. "Thanks for walking me, this means a lot you know. Considering I almost barfed on you." This made you pull your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment.

"You can make it up to me sooner or later." Ellie responded, "Before I forget, give me your arm."

You reluctantly did, as you watched her pull a sharpie from her pocket. She began writing something you couldn't make out. When she finished you looked to see her number.

"Just so you can thank me again when you're sober." She remarked. This was the last thing she said before you both said your goodnights to each other. Parting ways for the night.

Getting inside, you checked your reflection in the bathroom of your dorm. Realizing how fucking red your cheeks were. After much review of the night, you cleaned yourself up and went to bed. For your first college party, it wasn't too bad. Despite one mishap.

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Like expect, you woke up with a raging headache. Never again you scolded yourself, before taking some aspirin. Dina was still fast asleep under a pile of blankets. Luckily, your earliest class was at 12 today, meaning you had an ample amount of time to pull yourself together.

Still, your thoughts lingered on last night. Of what could have happened in that closet. You didn't necessarily want your first kiss with Ellie to be in a closet. But apart of you didn't thin you'd get a chance else where. Of course, you blew it.

You began turning on a hot shower when you noticed the small black marker written on your arm. Remembering Ellie wrote it outside your dorm before she left. Before getting into the shower you quickly saved the number to your contact.

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The day went on as normal, just the same lectures about course expectations you got on the second. You couldn't help but think back to Ellie, and how you practically had her at ur fingertips in your phone. No prevail, maybe it was too soon to text her? Or maybe you waited too long?

After getting out of your last class, you made it back to your dorm and bit the bullet. Sending a short, 'Heyy, it's Y/n from art. Just wanted to thank you again. :)'

It wasn't anything special. but it did take you ten minutes to come up with. Your mind was running at all the possible replies she could give. And you became more anxious by the minute at the lack of them. Until you heard a ding.

'Hey Y/n, no worries. Although, I do think you owe me a lunch.'

You had to have read that tezt a million times by now. Lunch was practically the only word you could think of. Now for the hard part replying back. Don't sound too desperate Y/n, you got this.

'That I do.' That was the best you could come up with. But was it too short?

'Perfect, meet me at the campus cafe in ten. It's a date.'

Fuck fuck fuck. Did she really just fucking say that? After all, you thought you blew it after last night. You only changed out of your sweatpants into jeans. And fixed your hair before heading out. The walk to the cafe wasn't far, but you didn't wanna risk being late.

When you arrived at the cafe, your eyes scanned the busy area looking for the familiar face. You sat at an empty table of two. She was probably running late, it was only five minutes after the fact.

While you kept overthinking, the girl in question stalked over sitting down in the chair in front of you.

"Sorry I'm late." Her voice was quieter than usual. Was she just a nervous as you? You quickly dismissed it, reassuring it wasn't a big deal. The two of your got situated.

"So, I wanna know more about you." Ellie's voice was so low you almost has to lean forward to hear her. You watched her eyes study her fingers as they fidgeted. Only for them to come back to meet yours waiting for an answer.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" You replied, still studying her face. You couldn't exactly read her. Which was killing you. Before she could reply, a server came over asking what you both would like.

This prompted you both to skimp through the menu. After a minute, you order just a coffee. While you listened too Ellie ordering a tea with a pastry.

After the server left, you continued your conversation where it left off.

"So, what do you like? Is maybe what I should start off with." She laughed, it was such a contagious one. That you mimicked it unintentionally.

"Well, I don't know I like art I guess. My dad was always a huge painter, so I guess thats where the love came from. I also like space, specifically astronomy. You know, like constellations and what not." You promptly cut yourself off when you realized you were rambling.

"I love space too, I've loved it from a young age." She was smiling so much, you couldn't help but replicate it. The conversation was starting to get more comfortable after that new found shared interest.

It seemed like you two talked about everything, from what you were like back home. How you applied to this university. Ellie was not what you thought she be. Not that you had any bad impression of her. You just didn't expect her to be a huge nerd. But you were too.

"Yea, well my dad loves embarrassing me. " Ellie spoke through laughs. You were somewhat surprised that she was also raised primarily by her dad. You don't thin you've met anyone with that experience. It made you feel all more safe talking to Ellie.

"Uh, fuck. It's late. How long have we been here?" She questioned now acknowledging the lack of people in the cafe, from when you both were first here. You were about the speak when she spoke again, "Maybe you'd like to come back to my dorm?"

The question made your eyes widen in disbelief. The silence wasn't intentional, but you obviously weren't gonna turn down this offer.

"Or not, shit sorry did I make this awkward?" Ellie nervously watched you.

"What? No-YES! I mean sure- I would love to come." Your stuttering made you wanna crawl into a hole.

You both got up gathering your things and stretching from the lack of movement you both done in the past couple hours. You couldn't believe it had been that long, it felt like was only thirty minutes.

The walk to her dorm was different than last nights. Instead of silence, it wad filled with you and Ellie laughing and chatting the whole time. As you walked up flights of stairs, you couldn't help but gradually move closer to her. Now having your hands briefly rub past each other whilst you walk. You took this opportunity to be bold and tangle your hands together.

She looked at you for a brief second stopping mid sentence. You both held hands the rest of the way. You couldn't help but wanna scream.

"This is it." She stopped at a door that looked identical to yours. "I have a single, so no roommates." She reassured you.

Upon opening, a faint smell of weed hit your face. You studied her room noticing space posters and other things on her walls that she previously told you she liked. Your eyes went to the bong on her windowsill. You think she noticed, because she immediately went to put it away.

"Sorry about that, I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything."

"No don't worry, I don't mind." You reassured her.

She sighed in relief, "Wanna try?"

"Why not." You responded. She grabbed the bong, previous water already occupying it. "Come, sit." She patted the spot next to her on her bed. As you did, she began packing the bowl. You intently watched her fingers as they worked away. Fuck- they were so long.

"Ok, you know how to do this?" Ellie questioned. You told her you've never used a bong to smoke weed. She nodded.

"Ok." She then took your hands placing the bong in them. "Put your mouth over the here. And start to inhale, okay? But don't do it til I finish lighting" She instructed. You did as she told you, and she brought the light up to the bowl and lit it. When she finished you inhaled watching the smoke rise up into your mouth. You brought the bong away and inhaled as much as you could before you started coughing.

Ellie patted your back to subside the coughing fit. When you collected yourself, you watched as Ellie expertly did everything with ease. She inhaled with no problems, passing it back to you. You both went back and forth until you were comfortably high.

The two of you lay there talking about stupid things, the high amplifying the amount of laughs you both let out.

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It seemed by now the two of you ran out of things to talk about. Now just enjoying each others company in silence. It was getting late and you knew this, but you didn't wanna leave. Still, feeling you overstayed you shift upwards looking at Ellie. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion by the sudden movement.

"I think it's time I head out, Dina might be worried." You finally spoke. She nodded biting her lip like she wanted to say something but couldn't. As you finally planted your feet on the ground she put her hand on your shoulder.

"Before you leave, can I ask you something?" Her voice now quieter than before.

"Go for it." You pressed on not knowing what she'd say.

"Did you want to kiss me last night in the closet?" She didn't make eye contact with you the whole time. Your heartbeat began fluttering faster than ever. Of course you wanted to kiss her. You've wanted to jump her bones since art class.

"Ellie..." You began. But she interrupted, "No don't answer that. I'm sorry shit-"

"I wanted to kiss you before that Ellie." It was not your turn to interrupt. You waited for an answer, but watched as her jaw unclenched and turned into a smile. She then finally looked at you for the first time since the question.

You watched as she leaned closer to you, "What's stopping you now?" Her voice now more raspy than ever. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned forward pressing your lips to Ellie's. They were so warm and soft, it felt like a dream really.

She deepened the kiss by grabbing your face, using her left hand to tug at your hair causing a moan to slip out of your mouth. She used this opportunity to slip her tongue in. Making you react once again. This went on for awhile, her teasing you to see what reaction she can get out of you.

When you both pulled away, you stared at her lustful eyes and now redden lips.

"Fuck you're so beautiful Y/N." Ellie put her hands on your hips guiding you to straddle her lap. She kissed you once again, bringing her knee in contact of you heat. You moaned louder, this time causing a chuckle to come out of Ellie.

"Ellie stop teasing!" You whined. She kissed down your neck earning another small whimper out of you. "Someones needy..." She finally answered. Her fingers worked at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you to take off your shirt. You nodded frantically helping her life it over your arms and neck.

She stopped her movements to admire your shirtless figure. Reaching out the touch your breast, her cold thumbs ran over your nipples. Making you shudder against her, and involuntarily grind your hips on her thigh. That didn't go unnoticed by her, "Keep fucking yourself on my thigh baby." Her voice was addictive now, laced with nothing but lust.

You obliged, becoming a moaning mess from the stimulation. Ellie leaned down putting you breast into her mouth swirling her tongue over your nipple. A yelped escaped, as she nipped at your skin before pulling away.

She got up off the bed, leaving you in a huff. She mocked your neediness, and quickly pulled her hoodie off leaving her in a white tank top. The buckle of her belt took you out of your trance as she was in nothing but her underwear and tank top. She was now urging you to take your pants off.

Climbing on top of you and pulling you into another heated kiss. "I can't believe I get to do this." She whispered. Her hands traveled further down your body stopping at your clothed heat. She used her finger tips to rub up and down your underwear. Laughing at the wet spot that leaked through. "Who got you this wet?" She looked at you for an answer, "Hm? Answer me." Her voice got louder, pinching your thigh.

"You Els, s'only you." You practically moaned it. She hummed in contentment, snapping your underwear waistband against your skin. You lift your hips to easily slide them off, her fingers traced down your slit causing you to buck your hips up.

"Lemme take care of you." She kissed your neck and trailed kisses down your body stopped at you lower abdomen, looking up at you for reassurance. "You want this?" Her voice now filled with real concern. You nodded frantically. "I need a verbal respond sweetheart."

"I want this-I want you. Please Ellie fuck me!" You whined, getting impatient at the lack of friction down there. Ellie obliged licking a long strip on your wetness. Making a moan erupt from you. She continued to do this, latching her lips around your clit; sucking.

The feeling was unlike anything else. And you didn't know if you could go back to using a vibrator after her. She was practically a god right now. Her name fell from your lips like a chant. You couldn't stop, it felt too good.

As she kept kitten licking your clit, she slowly inserted one finger watching your face contort. As she fucked you with one, she inserted another. They curled up hitting your g-spot. The double stimulation was getting all too overwhelming. She could feel you were close.

She sped up her fingers, and harshly sucked your clit more getting more moans out of you. When you breath started to catching, and you legs starts clenching around her head. She knew what was to come. "Fucking cum Y/n." Her demands rang through your head as you moans. Tears spilled out of your eyes from the amount of pleasure you felt.

She did one last suck, and you were done for. Your legs started shaking as the coil in your stomach snapped. You came screaming her name like it was a mission. She continued to fuck you through your orgasm, but didn't stop when you finished.

"E-els! I can't take it anymore, please-" You croaked out, trying to push her head from your heat. She still didn't listen and kept sucking on your clit.

"C'mon one more princess, you can do it." She mumbled into you. Your moans became louder again, feeling another orgasm rise. The intensity building up due to your sensitivity.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" You moaned cumming again, this time squirming your legs and crying out from the overstimulation. She finally parted from between your legs. Chin covered in your juices.

"You taste so good, couldn't let you go." She explained herself, coming up to kiss you again. You tasted yourself on her lips, and she deepened the kiss again playing with strands of your hair.

"Ellie, what about you?" You questioned. She softened her gaze looking at you. "Another time, don't worry about me." Her voice now softer than when she was eating you like her last dinner.

You both laid there for awhile taking in each others presence. As you dozed off you couldn't help but feel so happy. You didn't know you were capable of even becoming friends with Ellie. Let alone do this.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

A/n: ANYWAYYY, I got a little carried away. I hope you guys enjoyed that! Feel free to leave requests for me to write. And leave feedback x

[saturnayeon]

ch6 - its a date

warnings: none

dont miss the written part below !

It was about 10:30 at night by the time Chaewon and Y/n were done with their date, and to say they both enjoyed it, was an understatement. Sakura could see that Chaewon was happy, so she let them be in the hybe lounge alone. “I’m glad today happened, Y/n. Honestly I thought you wouldn’t enjoy it.” Chaewon breaks the silence, smiling at the interlocked hands that sits in between their bodies. Y/n just smiles and nods, too nervous to speak irl. No matter how many times she’s been in the hybe building because of Sunghoon, Y/n still feels so awkward there. After half an hour of comfortable silence, the sound of a bunch of guys talking starts coming into their direction, and assuming by the look on Chaewon’s face, it was Enhypen. “But the fact that she literally kept asking for the thing they didnt ha- oh hi y/n!” Jake’s voice fills the lounge as he spots the two. “Hey Jake, still the same loud fucker as always huh?” Y/n teases, seeming already comfortable with the guys. Chaewons face ends up in a scowl, not enjoying the company. Jake chuckles at Y/ns comment, then looks at Chaewon. “Oh were you guys hanging out? Didnt know you knew each other.” The other six boys look at the two girls, and their hands. Y/n simply just shrugs. “Just a date type thing you know? Tryna see how we go.” Butterflies erupted in Chaewons stomach. Not even Nagyung was like that with her. Letting go of Chaewons hand, she stands up. “Its getting late, I have to go.” Y/n says, looking at the time. Before Chaewon could say anything, Sunghoons pipes in. “I’ll drive you, we need to catch up anyways.” He flashes a smile as Y/n smiles and nods. Turning to the other, she bids goodbye and leaves with Sunghoon. Oh how Chaewon just felt nothing but jealousy, and over Park Sunghoon of all people.

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taglist (open) @thefckghost @huhyunjinwifey

a/n sorry for lack of posts! school has been a bitch ever since it started again :( also i struggle with written parts sm so dont expect a lot of them 😭😭

[maeleelee]

Chapter 8: A force to be reckoned with

Talents

Soulmate AU Soul Bond: They share talent Han x Fox (Red, female reader)

She came into town with her band to see her brother. She meets her favorite rap group. Han is her favorite. Han thinks she's copying him. He doesn't like her because of it.

Warnings: talks about panic attacks, crying, cussing, eating snacks, cuddles, Minho being to freaking cute to Han. Let me know if I missed any.

Minho grabbed all the snacks and kissed Blue goodbye. He kissed Jeongin’s head and laughed at the face the boy made. He grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, and out the door he went. He knew where Han was. They had come across the rundown tree house years ago. They decided to fix it up and make it theirs. They also both decided to make it the place they go when the world gets a little to complicated. Soon he walked to the forest line, where the tree house was hidden in. They’d both been here so much, they had made a path without doing anything. Minho walked the trail, trying to figure out how to help the situation instead of making it worse. He didn’t mind Han being Fox’s soulmate. He honestly thought it was cute. He knew there was something going on when Han stopped coming by for lunch every day after classes. It was their routine. Minho knew that adding Fox could cause some trouble in the routine, but he never meant for them to stop hanging out. 

Han sat in the tree house, trying to stop crying after the panic attack he had. He knew he could do the growl. He had hidden it for years now. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, he was just a rapper so screaming wouldn’t be ideal. He could also draw. He couldn’t draw for shit. Like it was horrible but one afternoon he felt like doodling and it came out amazing. He could also dance a little better and singing a little more. It all confused him. How did that even work? The soul bond, of course. He leaned his head on his knees that he had pulled to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees. He looked up when he heard the footsteps of his best friend. “Here. Take the snacks.” Minho told the boy as he held the bag up. Han did as told and grabbed them. Soon Minho had climbed the ladder and was in front of the boy. “You okay?” Han just nodded. His breathing was still ragged and tears were still falling. “Cuddles?” Han nodded again. Minho slid over behind Han and wrapped his arms around him. He started humming softly, just letting Han finish crying. He hated when Han had the attacks. He always tried to help but some were worse than others and they were hard to calm down from. “I’m sorry.” Han mumbled. “Shush. You need to rest for a little bit. We’ll talk when you’ve calm down.” Minho told Han. Han took a deep breathe and exhaled it. “Thank you.” He mumbled. 

They both sat there, Minho rocking Han side to side. He was finally giggling now. His breathing was calmed down and his heart rate slowed. “Snacks?” Minho asked. Han nodded and grabbed the bags. He pulled out pb&j sandwiches and chips and some drinks. They started with the sandwiches. “Do you want to talk about it?” Minho asked. “I just, I got so jealous over her being able to rap the way she could. I didn’t put it together until we slightly touched the other night.” Minho chuckled. “You know she’d say yes. Right?” Han shook his head. “She barely knows me.” Minho laughed this time. “Dude, you’re her favorite rapper, favorite person as far as I know. She’s been trying to find a way to tell you without sounding weird.” Han looked down. “I don’t want her to feel like she has to do this just because fate wants us too.” Minho shook his head. “I don’t think she cares about fate. I think she wants you in general fucker.” “I don’t want her to feel like she has to take care of me.” “What are you doing? Stop that overthinking. She likes you. When she found out we were best friends she almost beat me up for not telling her before.” Han chuckled. “Stop being mean to your soulmate and actually get to know her. I’m telling you, you two would be a force to be reckoned with.” 

“Didn’t Hongjoong ask her out though?” Han pouted. “As friends. They had a whole conversation about soulmate right after he asked if she’d want to get coffee or dinner. I know you’re anxious about this. I know you were always so stressed about the soulmate topic but she’s right there.” “How do you know though?” “You both dance, sing, draw, can play piano and guitar, and now you both can scream. That’s not a coincidence Han. So stop being a shithead and go get your girl.” Han’s face got red and he smiled at the ground. “You really think she’d like me for me though?” Minho nodded. “Fully. She’s very understanding. She’d help you with whatever you need. And stop being so jealous over the rapping thing.” Han laughed. “I thought she took you from me.” Minho laughed. “No one could ever take me from you. I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.” Han smiled at Minho. “Thank you.” 

Sorry it took so long to get this posted. Works been crazy and I've been super tired from that. Hope you enjoy.

Masterlist The band / The Besties / The Boys Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

Taglist: @burningchaosdeer@https-skzology

[tetsuwhore]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚, 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨

Description: heated makeout sessions with the boys

Warning: nsfw, dirty talk, risk of getting caught

Notes: 1.3k words. based off of my previous makeout headcanons

“C’mon. Be a good girl and lay back. Daddy’s going to take good care of you.”

It’s all involuntary - how your thighs clench together at baritone of his voice, the way you bite your bottom lip in response to his searing kisses, to the tight grip of his hands, to the filthiness of-

Your attention is torn away from the screen when you feel a warm hand snaking up your leg. Whipping your head around, you glance at your boyfriend and roll your eyes. Kuroo’s holding a straight face, and yet, his hand is busy, kneading and squeezing the softness of your thigh. 

Still, you can’t complain, not with the heat pooling at your core - it’s only made worse by the raunchy scene playing out in front of you. And you’re so close to Kuroo, comfortably nestled up into the warmth of his chest. Your gaze trails down his face, past his dark eyes and sharp cheekbones, before settling on his lips. 

“You look a little distracted, baby. Something the matter?” 

His tone is laced in mock concern as he looks at you, a playful glint in his eyes. The fucker knows. He knows exactly what you want; you’re not exactly subtle either, with how you’re hungrily eyeing his lips. Scoffing, you ignore his words, choosing to instead tilt your head up and capture his lips with yours.

It’s slow at first, languid, as your lips meld together. But it never stays that way, never with Kuroo. His teeth scrap your bottom lip, opening your mouth slightly to allow his tongue to slither in. It explores the hot cavern of your mouth before finding your own, tangling with it in a sensual motion that has you dizzy. 

One hand finds his shirt in a tight fist, while the other seeks purchase under his strong jaw. Your grip on him only tightens when you feel his lips stray away from yours as they trail along your jawline before settling in the crook of your neck. 

You can’t control the needy whines escaping your lips as his hot mouth abuses your sensitive skin, sucking and nipping and licking until you’re putty in his arms. 

But, wait, no, no, suddenly the delicious sensation stops, and he’s pulling away, and-

Settling back into his side of the couch, Kuroo snickers, “We’ve still got thirty minutes of the movie left to finish.” 

You were going to murder him. 

Frustrated, you rip away from him, a scowl on your face as you hiss, “Tetsurou, I swear to fucking god, I’m going to lock myself in the bathroom and use the goddamn showerhead.” 

His arms lock around your middle before you can take another step, coaxing you back to the couch and laying you under him. “You really think some showerhead can ever make you feel as good as I could?” Kuroo chuckles at your unamused glare, but ultimately, relents.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, princess. I’ll make it up to you,” Kuroo promises, mouthing hot kisses down your stomach. When he reaches your shorts, he grins as he looks up at you. 

“So, what do you want first - my fingers or my tongue?”

“You didn’t wake me up to say goodbye.”

Glancing up from his shoelaces, Ushijima smiles at the sight of you, a petulant pout on your face. You’re in your nightwear, hair mussed from sleep. 

He’s still panting slightly, chest heaving up and down as he watches you advance closer to where he’s seated on the couch. You, on the other hand, have your gaze locked on his sweat sheened form, eyes shamelessly following the hard lines of muscle behind his tight running shirt.

“I’m sorry. You were fast asleep, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

He groans in surprise when you climb into his lap the second he shrugs the other shoe off. Your arms swiftly snake around his neck, pulling his face in closer to yours. Ushijima’s lips ghost over your own, lightly brushing up against them in a kiss so gentle, you barely feel it. 

His large hands, now under your camisole, spay across the expanse of your hips. They’re rough, littered with callouses from years of practice. Yet, he treats you like you’re the finest china, with light touches and soft caresses. 

And you love him for it; you love the softness of his lips melding with yours; you love the tenderness of his hold. But right now, you want the other side of Ushijima. The one you knew could rough you up, ruining you over and over until you were an overstimulated mess under him. 

Rolling your hips into his bulge, you grind down, hungry for even the slightest friction. Fuck. Fuck, it’s so good - everything feels so, so good, and you can’t help yourself from moaning into his mouth, nails digging hard into the tensed hardness of his shoulders.

You squeal when you find yourself flipped onto your back, with Ushijima on top as he catches your gaze. Your breath hitches when you look up at him - his eyes have grown dark, more ravenous as they bore into your own.  

Your nerves are buzzing from the feel of his hands as they move up your skin, finally settling on your soft breasts. “Mhmm, I- ah- I m-missed you... Toshi....” you whimper. 

“I missed you too, (Y/n),” Ushijima murmurs into your neck, rough fingers pinching your nipples.

“Allow me to make up for leaving you alone this morning.”

“Kou, w-what if, ah- what if s-someone hears?!”

Your boyfriend hasn’t even begun to register your words. He can’t. Not with how busy he is with his lips attached to your throat, kissing and biting and abusing your skin. And when he reaches the nape of your neck, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive spot that has you gasping, you’re so, so tempted to simply let him. To allow Bokuto to devour you whole. 

“Kou!” you muster up your last bit of restraint.

Pulling away slightly, Bokuto offers you a sheepish grin, “Ah, sorry, babe. I can’t help it, you’re just so pretty.”

And yet, his half-hearted apology disappears into thin air because he doesn’t waste even a second diving right back in, this time, pressing his lips against yours in a hard kiss. They’re a little chapped, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when his hot mouth is on you, tongue tangling with your own. 

Bokuto’s kisses are always so fiery, always so passionate, and they always have you melting right into his arms, all other thoughts pushed aside.

Even when your little makeout session happens to be in the storage closet of the Fukurodani gym. Even when you’re well-aware that the volleyball team is right outside practicing, with a mere plywood wall separating them from you two. 

And oh god, how the fuck are you supposed to keep your thoughts coherent when Bokuto’s pressing your back against the closet wall, with his muscled thigh nudged up between your legs?

His excitement is palpable, and you can practically feel it buzzing off of him as he engages you in a searing kiss. You definitely feel the enthusiastic bouncing of his thigh - Bokuto probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, and yet, it’s turning you into a flushed mess. 

Tossing out all inhibitions, you grip the thick of his shoulders to support yourself as your hips move back and forth on his thigh. Your movements are practically involuntary; they’re rushed, frantic as you rut your clothed clit against the tensed muscle of his thigh, desperate for the friction. But fuck, it’s not enough, it’s not-

“Kou,” you whine, “I need m-more… please…”

“Okay, baby, okay. I hear you,” Bokuto grunts against your lips, thick fingers reaching under your skirt to thumb your panties. 

“Let’s get this out of the way then, yeah?”

[miedei]

AYUMIE PLS FIND YOU IN OUR DREAMS IS SUCH A MASTERPIECE OMG 🥺 YOUR TALENT IS OVERFLOWING 😩‼️ also can i request h from soulmate alphabet + jake from enha? i think it'd be such a concept + with your top-tier writing... I AM CRAVING SIM JAEYUN CUDDLES AND YOUR TALENTED WRITING, I WILL DO ANYTHING 💳💥

hearts beating together.

gn!reader × jake soulmate!au, fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of itzy's ryujin, itzy’s yuna, stray kid's jeongin, nct’s chenle

word count: 1.7k

aaaah thanks so much for liking it you flatter me too much oml <33 this was such a fun request i hope you like it!!!

send in a letter + an idol/character and i'll write a little about it! my request guidelines are on the link in my bio

warning(s): swearing, mentions of food, petnames used platonically(?)

h...eartbeats (the soulmates share the same heartbeat—when one feels panicked, shocked, tired, etc, the other can feel it too).

your heart confuses you. it races when you relax, slows in the worst of times. a heartbeat bond is strange and uncomfortable at times, but the rush of excitement you feel when your heartbeat changes is incomparable to any other feeling. but of course, it has its downsides.

"...left leg on the ground, right leg bent, stretch out those muscles," of course your soulmate is getting into a stressful situation just as you're trying to relax. you press pause on the yoga video and flop onto your bed. you’re so excited to meet your soulmate, but the way they’ve messed your plans up so many times, you’re looking forward to giving them a good punch too. you focus on the ba-dump, ba-dump of your heart, like it could somehow lead you to the person behind it. huffing out a sigh, you pull out your phone, shooting off a text to your groupchat with your friends

RYUJIN’S HOES

sent: are any of you free? my heart person’s being an asshole so i may as well go out

delivered, jeongin: well shit sucks to be you i’m at work with my SOULMATE

sent: fuck right off

sent: ryujin jake chenle please

delivered, ryujin: i’m omw to practice but you can come?

delivered, ryujin: i know you have swim after just hang out till then

sent: YES THANK YOU BABE this is why i’m only ryujins hoe smh

“get in loser!” ryujin is pulled up in front of your door, watching you scramble to not drop your bags. you run down the driveway, waving goodbye to your parents as you slide into the passenger seat.

“god you’re such a lifesaver, whoever’s attached to my heart has it out for me” she chuckles, completely used to your rants about your soulmate. she hasn’t found hers either, but her soulmate has a much less intensive schedule, so she’s not very bothered by her bond, although, the pink-haired girl next to you is an athlete, so her soulmate is probably just as aggravated as you.

the ride to the school is short, and you find a parking spot quickly, so you’re out on the football field in no time. ryujin’s teammates are already on the grass, adjusting uniforms and stretching. she joins them quickly, changing inside and running out. you take a seat on the benches lining the field, settling in to watch them play. your heart is still pounding, but watching the others play, you don’t notice it as much.

the boy’s team is playing one field over, so you can watch them as well. familiar faces dot that field too, and because they let out before the girls, you get to talk to them while waiting. chenle and jake plop down next to you, teasing you about your obviously heaving chest.

“you all worked up watching the games?” chenle nudges you from his side, the feeling of his sweaty shoulder making you shudder. “as if. my soulmates running a marathon or something, like they like to do every day,” jake twists his face in sympathy, "well you've got practice in a bit right? give them a taste of their own medicine!"

"yeah, you know what? i will! thank you jake, for being a good friend," you speak pointedly, gesturing towards chenle. pushing yourself up off the bench, you walk towards the changing rooms near the pool, yelling out a goodbye to your friends.

changing quickly, your walked out to the pool, greeting your teammates with a smile. time for some payback. tugging on your fins, you dove into the water, relishing the instant comfort it gave. following your coach’s orders, you, along with the rest of the swim team, start swimming laps around the pool. half an hour in, your heart is pumping, and the fact that you were the cause for it makes it so much more sweet. friends have begun to line the sides of the pool, yelling out encouragements and teases. you can easily spot the soulmates of the people swimming with you, their chests heaving, but big smiles on their faces. ryujin, chenle and jake are sat near your lane at the leftmost side of the pool. the three of them, still sweaty and tired from their practice, watch you swim, happy grins on their faces. an hour or so later, you are doing a few mock races, and jeongin has joined them too, his usually teasing visage now smiling with pride. you streak through the water, enjoying the burn in your arms, feeling the exhaustion through your bones in a way that swimming only gives you. you reach for the edge of the pool, and it’s coming closer, closer, until you feel it, slippery on your soaked skin. your friends jump up, yelling out in excitement, filling your heart to the absolute brim.

“alright y/n, good job! you can go change, see you next time,” your coach calls out to you, signalling for you to climb out of the water. your friends swarm you, words of happiness and congratulations surrounding you.

“you did good, fucker,” ryujin ruffles your hair. “now go shower and cool down so you can do that in the actual races,” chest heaving, you flash a huge grin at them, “be right back! i’ll meet you in the parking lot!” they nod their assent, and you begin to walk to the showers, barely catching chenle say something.

“jake, are you really still tired from football? you’ve been panting for ages.”

hours later, you find yourselves in your usual post-practice spot, the local diner near the school. chatting and laughing, you lose track of time around the point when your fries arrive. jeongin regales you all with stories of the crazy customers he dealt with at work, and ryujin gives you the rundown of all the drama that happened in her football practice(seriously, how do they even have time to kick the ball around when so much is going on??). you get that heady feeling of pure happiness, when you’re not thinking or worrying about anything, just paying attention to the amazing people you get to surround yourself with.

you only snap out of that headspace when chenle looks down at his smartwatch(rich boy) and lets out a noise of surprise.

“it’s 19:42! i need to go, fuck,” he begins to clean up his stuff and lays down money for his meal. the rest of you follow suit, appalled at how long you’ve been sitting in this booth. all the money is on the table, and you rise from your seat, ready to go home.

“ryujin, can you drive me home?” you hold the girl's arm, pleading with her so that you won’t have to walk. she opens her mouth, ready to speak, but then she hesitates, a look of mischief crossing her features.

“okay-” you rejoice, pumping a fist in the air, until she goes on: “only if you can beat me to the car. okay 3,2,1 GO!” she starts sprinting, long legs bringing her halfway across the parking lot in no time. you let out a groan of exhaustion, and start pumping your legs to follow her.

by some miracle, you reach the car at virtually the same time, doubling over to hold your knees in your worn-out state. ryujin, in between her attempts at gulping down air, tells you she’ll take you, and you wait for the rest to reach you.

jeongin, chenle and jake walk leisurely up to you, starting to say their farewells. you straighten up, grabbing first chenle, then jeongin into a hug. they yell out some more goodbyes as they walk off to their cars, when you hug jake.

for having just walked here, his heart is racing. why? you focus your hearing on his heartbeat. it’s almost as if he sprinted here. pulling your head away from him, you look up at him, voicing your concerns.

“are you okay? your heart’s beating really fast.” he frowns at you, and presses a hand to his heart. you follow suit, feeling the thump, thump, thump of his chest. it feels familiar. why do you feel so used to this heartbeat? confusion ripples through your mind, until it clears, with a feeling of shock. you know this heartbeat. you know it because it’s your own.

grabbing his other hand, you place it over your heart. his face twists with surprise, and then an emotion you’re not familiar with crosses his features. he pulls you back into a hug, excitement so evident that it’s crossing over to you. jake is your soulmate! which a choked laugh, you pull him impossibly closer to you. he tucks his head next to yours and whispers in your ear.

“it was always you, wasn’t it?”

bonus:

you pull back from the hug, your smile dropping into a serious face. he looks in confusion, as you rear your arm backwards. you push forward, landing a punch in his gut, and he stumbles backward with an ‘oof’

“that was for never letting me rest!”

“YEAH GET HIM!” ryujin yells from her seat in the car. the only thing she’s missing is popcorn, a whole-ass soap opera just happened in front of her.

[gyllenhaalstories]

YOU WON’T PLAY, YOU’RE NO FUN — PROF!CHRIS

summary: chris evans is your professor with whom you’ve had an affair with since the beginning of the semester. you meet with him over zoom with your fellow teammates to discuss your project, but you can’t seem to get into the right mindset. instead of providing the group with clever comments and ideas, all you do is test the limits of chris’ patience and self control.

warnings: don’t have sex with your prof please, mentions of online classes, smut including: established dom/sub relationship & teacher/student relationship (abuse of power used strictly as a joke, they are both 18+ and consensual), degradation, masturbation & mutual masturbation, edging. MINORS DON’T READ NOR INTERACT.

word count: 1500

notes: rail me daddy :) i’m a hoe for teacher/student if you can’t tell already. i do keep it vague by not mentioning any majors, don’t worry! it’s my first time writing for chris, so please, be kind!!! i hope you enjoy reading this mess!!!! ily <3

gif credits: capsgrantrogers blessing us with this low quality webcam goodness.

“Miss /Y/L/N, would you mind staying a little longer? I need to talk to you.” Chris’ voice resonated as your classmates went quiet before they waved their cameras goodbye and left the two of you alone.

Uh oh.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?” By the time you were done with your question, you noticed that his face was frozen. “Mister Evans! Chris?! I think there’s an issue I can’t — hear you.” You sighed and rolled your eyes. You seriously needed to get that Internet connection checked. You had your hand on your laptop, ready to close it up when you heard the familiar noise of a video call, but this time it was a private conversation.

“Don’t want anybody to walk in on us, right?” Chris winked and smirked at you. You had a flashback of that one time you hooked up in his office and realized his door was left ajar when you could hear the secretary of the department arguing with the printer. You thanked your guardian angel (who must had been very disappointed) that you were just on your knees blowing him off, and that nothing too serious was going on.

You laughed, for a second you thought you were in trouble.

“What was that all about?” Chris questioned, his smirk disappeared and was replaced by a dark expression.

“I have no clue what you’re referring too.” You shrugged lightly and looked at the screen, wishing he had chosen another shirt that showcased his tattoos. You were lucky enough to see his arms from the short sleeves, you felt as aroused as royal men back in the day when they saw a woman’s ankles.

Chris clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh, really? There is no explanation to the attitude you’ve been giving your teammates and me all morning?”

You sighed again, loud enough for him to hear you. “They’re idiots and I’m sick of their shit. They’re not doing anything on the project yet they show off in front of you just to   —“

“Got it, they’re dumb and you’re smart.” He put the emphasis on the last few words. “Tell me, Miss, if you’re that smart, how come you’ve made the very stupid decision to be rude to me as well?”

You swallowed thickly. You were just so pissed off, exhausted from the all nighter you had to do in order to complete the requirements for today’s class. “Chris, look, you know it wasn’t about you...” You heard him cough. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’d call you a good girl, but good girls don’t talk back and they certainly don’t act so bratty. What a potty mouth, you swore in front of everybody. Do I have to teach you manners too? I’m afraid that’s not listed on my tasks as your professor, too bad.”

“I said I was sorry! You know how much I hate them!”

“Do I have to give you a bad grade for not cooperating? Not everybody is as understanding as me, you need to learn that.”

He sounded so arrogant, so condescending. As much as you hated it, it turned you on. You were all squirmy on your chair, and he caught up on that.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind, princess? Why are you on the edge?”

You looked up through your lashes, letting out a complaint. That fucker. The last time you met, which was over a week ago, he had an emergency and had to leave his apartment to go on campus. How convenient, you had not finished and you were left breathless and worked up on his bed. He made you promise not to touch yourself without permission on his way out. He knew just how impatient you could get. All the needy texts you sent him while he was looking over his other classes during an exam; all the begging you did over the phone while he insisted on doing small talk.

“You won’t play with me,” you pouted at the screen. “You’re no fun.”

He chuckled, his voice sounded lower than usual while he sat up on his chair. He loved this game with you, probably as much as you did if not more.

You noticed his arm disappeared out of the frame. You’d do ten other team works with your stupid colleagues if it meant you’d be the one to take care of his hard on at that very moment.

“Oh, baby wanna have fun? Is that it? You should have told me sooner!” He cleared his throat when he heard you sigh again, giving you a warning. “Get those fingers nice and wet for me.”

You obeyed, sucking on two fingers of your dominant hand. You picked up on the back and forth movements of his arm, he was palming at his crotch. You caught a glimpse of him standing up   — he was in tight Calvin Klein boxers   —  and sitting back down, his cock freed from his clothes. “I’ve been good, Sir. So good.”

He nodded slowly, after spitting in his hand and starting to fist his cock. “Oh, really?”

You nodded frantically. “I haven’t touched myself since you left,” you pulled your hand away from your mouth, a string of saliva fell down your chin. “I’ve been so wet for you, Sir. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then think about my fingers rubbing your clit.” He groaned, the speed of his arm motions increased.

You jerked on your chair at the contact of your fingers, your panties were soaked from your arousal. “Sir!” You moaned out when you circled faster against the bundle of nerves.

“You’re so fucked up for me, you’d rather cum on your fingers than on my face, huh?” You felt tears pooling in your eyes. “Stop touching yourself and answer me.”

You pulled your hand away, showing it to the camera so he believed you. “I want to cum so bad, Sir! Please, just once! And I’ll wait until we meet again. I need it!”

“And I need to fuck that tight little cunt of yours and you don’t hear me complainin’.” His bicep flexed in his tight shirt, his breathing got heavier. “I waited for you the entire week. I didn’t text you in the middle of the night begging like a desperate slut.” He nodded, indicating you could start rubbing again.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back. He was edging you, again.

“Eyes on me, Baby. Need to see you.”

It took so much energy just to keep your eyes open.

“Faster.” He growled, he was so close too. You could feel it, even if he was far away.

“Sir, please!”

“Stop, stop right fucking now.” He pulled away from his swollen cock at the same time as you did. “I won’t tolerate attitude like this again, you heard me?” You nodded, mouthed a ‘yes’. “I don’t want to repeat myself. You’re such a dumb little baby sometimes, I’ll probably have to.” The more he mocked you, the more you needed to touch yourself again. “Next time you act like a bitch in my class, you’ll regret it.” You never took his threats lightly. The first, and last, time that you did, you ended up bent over his knee with the belt of his dress pants spanking your ass red like the ink from the pen he used to grade papers

“I’ll count to ten. At ten, you’ll...”

“I’ll cum!” You spoke excitedly.

“Yes, Babygirl. You’ll get to cum.” He licked his lips and stroked his beard, his hand holding his sensitive cock. “Ready?”

You replied with even more enthusiasm and he started to count up.

“Slowly, 1, 2, 3...” He swallowed thickly. “Add more pressure now, 4, 5, 6,” he tightened his grip around his cock. “Faster, 7, 8, 9...” he jerked himself up at the same speed as you. “Now, cum for me. Make a mess like you’d do on my cock. That’s right, cum for me, Princess.”

The knot in your stomach finally snapped and you released yourself on your hand. You were panting and clenching around nothing, wishing you were with Chris right now.

He growled loudly as he released himself on his hand and shirt. “Look what you did to me, Baby.” He sat up just enough to show you, causing you to laugh at the sight of his messed up top.

In exchange, you showed him your slick coated fingers before you licked them clean. Blood rushed to his cock again, but he took a deep breath to calm down. “All good now?”

“Yes! Thank you, Sir.” You smiled, content and satisfied.

He wiped his hand clean with his shirt, after he removed it and let you admire his broad chest and inked drawings. “I’m giving you extra homework.”

Your smile disappeared and you squinted, mentally preparing for more readings or an extra essay on how good he fucked you. It would be your third or fourth, you ran out of synonyms to explain that he made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

“Take a shower and a nap, I’ll get to this meeting and meet you back home, okay?”

Your face lit up again, and you clapped happily.

“See? I can be fun when I want to.”

[diamond-coral]

The Heist- Part One

dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

You were just supposed to rob a government official’s apartment. Not Captain America’s. Right?

Series Warnings: Dark, Rape/Non-Con, kidnapping, strip club stuff, swearing

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of a strip club, swearing, committing crime ig, nothing much really.

You sure as hell weren’t a criminal. Well- your record would say otherwise, but it’s not like this was your dream profession. You wouldn’t call yourself a criminal. More of a Walmart Robin Hood; stealing from the rich and giving too...well...yourself. Fine. You were a criminal. But a girl had to pay the bills. At least you got to stick it to the man, right?

You let out a sigh while evaluating your life choices. It wasn’t every little girl’s dream to be breaking into houses and apartments for some cash or valuable possessions. Technically, you were an artist by day, going to art school in New York, living the aesthetically pleasing dream of student loans and a sky-high rent that your shifts at the strip club were hardly making a dent in. But hey, at least one time you got to dance for Captain America, even if he was reluctant and a bit shy. You were certain very few women could say the same.

And that’s how you found yourself in the elevator of a cozy apartment complex, traveling upward toward your new objective. Bella, your roommate, literal partner in crime, and the only good thing that came out of socializing with your coworkers at the club, had given you a new lead of a man who was supposedly loaded and yet lived in an accessible and modest living space. He was single, and worked some sort of political job that left his apartment constantly vacant, specifically on the day you planned for your heist. A perfect target. Some corrupt government worker who wanted to live a ‘low profile life’ yet was dumb enough to settle down in a complex who’s only security was a couple cameras and guards. Bella would easily be able to freeze the frames on the cameras for an hour, giving security the false pretense that the hallways were empty and giving you the perfect window to snatch some fancy watches and some cash.

The elevator doors opened right as you received a text message from Bella.

Cameras taken care of. Now go pay our rent ;)

You exited the elevator only to collide with a blonde woman carrying a laundry basket.

“Oh god, I’m so clumsy I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed while bending down to pick up the clothes that had fallen out of the basket.

You bent down to help her collect her clothing. “No, I’m so sorry! That was completely my fault!” You offered a smile as you stood back up, but was met with a calculating gaze as she studied you.

“I’m sorry, are you new around here?” She seemed to catch herself and her demeanor changed. “It’s just, I’ve never seen you around here before.” She gave  a small smile.

“Oh ,I’m just a girlfriend!” you replied. “Just stopping by.”

“Are you Steve’s girlfriend?” she asked while gesturing to the door at the end of the hallway with her head. It was your target’s door. So the political scumbag’s name was Steve. Lovely. “I don’t think he’s home right now.”

Your brain churned out a fast response. “Yeah, I know. Unfortunately for me, he’s always working. I just left my purse, and he gave me his keys to stop by and pick it up.”

“Well I’m just glad he’s found someone with all his work. I know it’s been hard for him.”

The two of you exchanged one last goodbye smile before she stepped into the elevator.

“I’m Sharon by the way. And you are...?”

“Olivia,” you replied, the fake name came out as a second nature as the elevator doors closed.

You let out the breath you’d been holding. 

“Well that could’ve gone worse,” you mutter to yourself as you approach the door at the end of the hallway.

You slipped the lock picker out of your sleeve before checking your surroundings cautiously. A minute after proceeding to insert the pick into the lock, a soft click resounded from the wooden door, and it easily swung open with a turn of the knob.

As you entered through the doorway, you took into account the little bits of vintage decoration that was dispersed amongst more modern furniture. A small Uncle Sam poster, a couple of war antiques, and some old photos with figures that remained unrecognizable in the distance. This government official seemed to have fought either in World War II or Vietnam, probably making him old. You shuddered at the fact you’d called yourself his girlfriend, but Sharon hadn’t seemed to bat an eye. Either way, you didn’t care for antiques, as much as they would have sold for a hefty price. They were probably personal to him and as you walked around, you realized there were quite a few personal items that were no use for you. As you walked into the bedroom a glint from the dresser caught your eyes, and your chest filled with giddiness and excitement as you neared. Three beautiful watches were on display under the mirror that sat atop the dresser. A Cartier that would probably sell for 8,000, a Rolex that would go for 10,000 easily, and then a beautiful older Rolex. With careful hands you snatched up the two newer watches and placed them into the small knapsack you’d been carrying. After consideration, you decided to leave the older one as it probably held a sentimental value and wouldn’t give you as much money as the other two.

You walked around some more, occasionally picking up valuables like solid gold tie clips and little pieces of Stark technology, which you were surprised he had. You had to be filthy rich to support, much less afford, anything made by that war profiteer. You picked up stashes of cash lying around, which seemed to be a lot. This man definitely seemed to use cash more than credit card which wasn’t as common around people your age. As you were rummaging around his study for any pieces of fine art (which you had already gotten two of) or government documents you could sell on the black market, you knocked over a picture frame which had landed on a file that read CLASSIFIED in red letters...right under the six letters that spelled S.H.I.E.L.D. This fucker was a S.H.I.E.L.D official. You were gonna kill Bella for the vague intel.

“Shit I need to get out of here,” you mumbled. Senators and representatives were fine targets, all usually too old and skeevy for you to care about, but a S.H.I.E.L.D. official was dangerous and could get you somewhere worse than jail. Hell, you could’ve accidentally broken into Nick Fury’s place. You were screwed. So screwed. And you needed to get the hell out of this apartment. As you went to put the picture back, you glanced at it, before doing a double take and squinting at it in the dark room. Oh. This was much worse than accidentally breaking into Nick Fury’s place.

The two men laughing with an arm around each other in war uniforms with an arm around one another was innocent enough until you could finally make out their faces. Steve Rogers an easy enough one to make out, especially considering you were on his lap a couple weeks ago, and James Buchanan Barnes looked practically unrecognizable without a murderous glare on his face.

“No,” you muttered before quickly placing the picture back down. 

You once again assessed your surroundings. It all made sense. The subtle 1940’s vibe, the war antiques. Bella had said he did work for the government and that wasn’t a lie. In the corner of the room you spotted a large circular leather case that was partially unzipped. Through the slight opening of the brown leather, the red, blue, and glinting bright silver was unmistakable.

“No, no, no, fuck,” you muttered frantically as you checked your watch. You still had 38 minutes before the security cameras in the hall unfroze. That was enough time to put everything you stole back. You’d much rather work open to close shifts at the club every day for three months straight than get fucked over by Captain Fucking America. 

You scrambled out of the study, moving to the living room first to put back the authentic paintings. You grabbed a stool from the high bar counter in the kitchen so you could rehang the medium sized work of art. Your mind was racing. This had to be karma for all the horrible shit you’d done in the past. God decided he had enough of your delinquent shenanigans and set you marching straight into the arms of America’s righteous hero. As you finished hanging the painting you spun around on your heel, completely forgetting you were on a wobbly wooden stool. Your heart stopped for a moment before you regained your footing. Carefully climbing down the stool, you almost missed the subtle turn of a lock coming from the door.

Oh you were so done for. Your limbs flew everywhere as you scrambled to the bedroom, sliding under the bed right as you heard the door open. The rumble of Steve Roger’s voice was clear as he talked on the phone and it cut through the walls from the living room.

“Well yea Buck, obviously Tony’s gonna be a little cold toward you. Not that I blame him. I’m just thankful he didn’t start an entire civil war over it. I guess it’s just a good thing we’re not war criminals.” He let out a chuckle before pausing. “Hey Buck? Yeah. I’m gonna have to call you back.” Another pause and you heard some rummaging around. “Why? I think my apartment was just broken into. I gotta go down to security. Yeah, thanks bud.” 

Steve hung up and you heard some angry muttering as he walked into his room. From under the bed you saw his tennis shoes and dark jeans as he paced at the foot of the bed. You covered your mouth to stop your anxious breathing, afraid he’d hear you from your hiding spot. 

The few minutes he spent in his room felt like eternity before he stomped out and you heard the opening and closing of another door as he exited the apartment. You crawl out from under the bed, your head spinning as you attempted to think of a way out of your predicament.

The window.

Quickly and quietly, you stood up and made your way to his bedroom window, looking out for a fire escape and letting out an annoyed huff when you saw none.

‘Maybe there’s one for the living room window,’ your brain chimed.

You rushed to the living room, scooping up the two watches and your empty knapsack on your way, and almost screamed with joy at the sight of the fire escape next to the window. Your fingers curled around the bottom of it and give it a sharp tug up, opening it just enough for you to squeeze through. 

Just as you were about to lift your leg over the ledge and climb down the stairs to sweet sweet freedom, being able to forget about everything that ever happened tonight, a large hand wrapped around the back of your neck and wrenched you back with such force that you tumbled backwards and landed on your butt.

He was massive. Six feet of pure muscle towered over you as you trembled from your position on the floor. He squatted down, resting his elbows on his knees as he took you in, blue eyes practically cutting through the darkness, and you let out a small whimper.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you stealing is wrong?”

[drabbles-mc]

State of Grace (1)

David Hale x OFC (Grace Teller)

Request by Anon: I got a thirst for Hale after seeing a drabble earlier - what about a Hale x reader, where Hale is having an inner battle with his feelings for the younger sister of Jax Teller? Maybe, a situation where both have liked each other for a while, which equally infuriates Clay and Jake respectively, but ultimately, a near miss with Zobelle's crew pushes them together more, and then it's used against Hale, and then ultimately there's fluff?

Warnings: language, alcohol, violence, mentions of violence

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: Oh baby we back with some fresh OC content lmao. I think about Grace and Hale on a regular basis ever since I wrote Got Your Back. I think I’m just going to make this it’s own series-type thing, but not something that I’m gonna commit to updating on a regular basis, just fun little story-drops here and there. However, I will say, that this request is going to take more than one part to complete because I’m taking the time to really build Grace out as a character now. So it’s a bit longer because we got some exposition going on. If you read my other fic for these two, this takes place in the same timeline but earlier, and most of what I’ll be working on for the for the time being is leading up to that fic. Obviously I’m always up for feedback and talking about these two in general. Hoping to continue building this little universe out as time goes on! xo

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She recognized the Jeep as soon as it rolled onto the lot. Before he had any reason to walk into the T-M office, or over and into the clubhouse, she made her way over and met him in the middle of the parking lot. Hale was looking around, clearly trying to locate someone specific.

Tucking her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, she gave him an acknowledging nod before saying, “Deputy Chief,” her smile was a little too much to be taken as sincere, “to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Jax around?” he continued to scan the compound.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s always Is Jax around? Or Where’s Clay? It’s never Oh hey, Gracie, how are you today?”

He sighed, hands coming to rest on his belt as he tried not to let himself smile, “Hey, Grace. How are you today?”

She smiled, “Just fine, David. Thanks for asking,” she paused, “In answer to your question, though, Jax left a while ago.”

“Know when he’ll be back?”

She shook her head, “Not a clue. That kinda thing is above my paygrade.”

He didn’t believe her in the slightest, but he wasn’t going to argue with her either, “Right. Let him know we need to talk when he comes back, alright?”

“Sounds like he’s in for a bad breakup or something,” she chuckled.

“He’s not that lucky,” he gave a nod as he said goodbye, “Stay outta trouble, Grace.”

“Well if we all did that, we’d never get to see you, Officer.”

He fought the urge to chuckle at her sarcasm, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?”

She laughed, shaking her head, “Guess you’ll never get to find out.”

She watched him as he made his short walk back to his Jeep before turning and heading towards the clubhouse. She’d stopped wondering why the cops would stop by a long time ago—there were too many variables at this point for her to try and make an educated guess. When Jax got back she’d let him know that Hale stopped by, but she knew better than to follow up with a question about it.

Opie was walking out of the clubhouse just as Grace was about to walk in. They both laughed as they almost body-slammed into each other. She braced herself against his chest, shaking her head at herself as she regained her bearings.

“Shit, sorry.”

He shook his head, a small smile on his face, “All good,” he glanced over her shoulder and momentarily locked eyes with Hale before he threw his Jeep in reverse and began pulling out of the lot, “What’d the paper boy want?”

She chuckled as she stepped to the side, letting Opie walk the rest of the way out of the clubhouse, “Same shit as usual—looking for Jax.”

“He say why?”

“I never get the why around here, Ope. You know that.”

“You just gotta ask me,” he smirked.

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, “I want the real why. Not whatever you’ll come up with to try and make me feel better.”

“Well now you’re just getting picky.”

She smiled but shifted gears of the conversation, “You know when Jax is getting back?”

Shaking his head, he replied, “That’s an answer that I don’t even have.”

“Well, if you see him before I do, let him know that he’s a wanted man, alright?”

“Will do,” he paused, “You around later?”

With a nod, she smiled, “Where else would I ever be?” she gave him a quick hug before turning back and making her way into the clubhouse.

That night, the party was well underway. The guys had asked Grace to cover the bar just this once because the prospect was currently out of commission. When she asked why, they didn’t give an answer, but she saw the looks of amusement on their faces and decided that maybe it was better that she didn’t know. That being the case, she found herself behind the bar watching all of them get themselves into various sorts of trouble.

She was behind the bar nursing her own beer when Jax came over. It was the first time she’d seen him all night, and judging by the exhaustion on his face, she assumed that he’d just gotten back from wherever he’d been all day.

“No offense,” she grabbed him a beer, “but you look like shit.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “None taken. I feel like shit too.”

She studied his face for a few moments before asking, “Do I get to know, or…?”

Jax sighed, pushing his hair back out of his face before taking a long drink from his bottle, “Same shit. Spent all morning at the hospital trying to figure out a plan for Abel, trying to get shit sorted with Wendy, and by the time I was trying to just come back here or go home, Hale called me in.”

Grace nodded, not wanting to seem like she was trying to pry, “Anything I can help with?”

With a deep sigh, Jax shook his head, “Nah, I gotta figure it out for myself.”

“Don’t let Gemma hear you talking like that,” Grace said with a chuckle, “She’s been chomping at the bit to do, you know, everything.”

“Nothin’ new, Gracie,” Jax smiled and shook his head.

“What’d Hale want, though?” she asked it like it was an after-thought, like it wasn’t something that had been on her mind since he showed up at T-M earlier in the day, “He stopped by here this afternoon looking for you, too.”

Jax gave a dismissive shake of his head, “Stupid shit—just trying to swing his dick around after all the shit with the ATF went the way it did. Wants me to know that he’s still around, and so are they.”

“Like you didn’t already know,” she chuckled and shook her head.

“Yea, exactly.”

“Well,” she crouched down behind the bar for a moment and reemerged with two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila, “You have some time to make up for since you’re late. I’ll help you catch up,” she smiled as she expertly filled the shot glasses to the very top while managing to not spill any onto the surface of the bar.

Jax chuckled as he took the shot glass, “You’ve been hanging out with Ope too much.”

“Maybe you’ve been hanging out with us too little,” she shot back with a smile before raising the shot glass, tossing it back and making a face as it ran down her throat. Shuddering slightly, she took a swig of her beer, “Clearly not hanging out with him enough to not be bothered by that anymore. Fuck.”

“You’re terrible influences,” Jax smiled as he set the now-empty shot glass back down on the bar, rapping his knuckles on the hardwood before turning and heading towards the rest of the men who had been there waiting for him all night.

As the night was starting to wind down, Grace strayed from her position behind the bar so she could mingle with everyone, something she felt like she hadn’t really been able to do over the last few weeks as she got so wrapped up in her own life. She’d grown up in the clubhouse, and up until the last year or so she’d assumed that it was going to continue to be her whole life. Gemma certainly never made it seem like there was any other option for her. And, while Grace had no burning desire to get out of Charming, she also didn’t want her life to depend completely on the club. She loved her brother, and all of the men in the MC, but she wasn’t naïve—she knew that it wouldn’t take much for everything they did to catch up with them and take them all down. If that happened, she didn’t want to be left with nothing.

Once she came to that conclusion, she started to put some serious thought into what she wanted to do. It wasn’t a question she’d asked herself before, at least not in the capacity to act on whatever answer she came up with. But for weeks she looked at different jobs, different school programs, things that wouldn’t have to take her halfway across the country in order to get what she needed. At one point she stumbled across a nursing program, and she almost brushed it off thinking that no hospital would ever take her seriously as a nurse, but it was intriguing and it gnawed at her.

So, unbeknownst to almost everyone, she was anxiously awaiting acceptance letters from a few different nursing programs. All of her free time was spent reading up, trying to get ahead of the curve if that was at all possible at this point. She didn’t want to tell anyone, though, just in case it didn’t pan out. The only person who did know was Opie, and that was because he’d caught her when she was looking at different programs and financial aid.

For the first time in weeks, though, she wasn’t thinking about any of that. It wasn’t even lingering in the back of her mind. She found herself at the pool table with her brother and Opie, Jax watching the two of them duke it out for the best out of three. Opie usually bested her with ease, but he’d been drinking a lot longer than her and that was the only thing that was giving her any kind of advantage.

“Oh, come on, bro,” Jax laughed and shook his head as Opie narrowly missed the shot that would’ve won him the game, “You’re cut off. You should just call it a night at this point.”

Grace laughed as she leaned against her pool stick, “I don’t like that you seem so disgusted by me winning,” she turned her attention to Opie, “But he’s right. You should head to bed.”

The three of them stood around talking for a little while longer, happy to have a small stretch of time that existed outside the chaos that usually shaped their lives. Grace could see the exhaustion creeping back into the features of her brother’s face after a while, and she knew that if she didn’t break the conversation, neither of them would either.

“Alright,” she tossed her pool stick onto the table, “you both crashing here tonight? Neither of you need a lift home?”

“Like you’d be able to give us one if we did,” Jax chuckled.

Rolling her eyes, Grace gave her brother a good-natured shove, “I’d let you ride bitch if you asked real nice.”

“Hard pass,” both the men responded in unison with a laugh.

“Fine,” she tried to sound annoyed but she couldn’t stop laughing, “Have fun sleeping in your matchboxes tonight, then,” she hugged and kissed each of them on the cheek, “See you idiots tomorrow.”

“Text when you’re home, Gracie!” Opie called after her.

Turning to face them, she walked backwards towards the clubhouse doors, “Sure thing, Dad!”

She walked across the lot to her bike, still laughing quietly to herself and shaking her head at the antics of the evening. All the stress she’d been shouldering in silence over the last few weeks finally felt like it was starting to melt away. She hopped onto her bike with ease, clipping her helmet on before taking off out of the lot.

She was cruising down the empty street, taking her time getting back to her apartment. Her bike was the only real noise at that point in the night, the scattered streetlamps giving her enough light to safely zone out a bit as she drove back the same way she’d gone countless times before.

Slowing to a stop at one of the few red lights in Charming, she heard a car coming up behind her. Checking her mirror, she inched forward when she saw how close they were. They didn’t move any closer, so she didn’t think much about it. Soon enough, the light turned green and she continued her way home.

The car continued to follow her, and for no reason in particular it didn’t sit right with her. So instead of going straight home, she started to take random turns and go down side-streets that didn’t get her any closer to her final destination. When they managed to follow her every step of the way, she felt a familiar feeling of dread creeping up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted her grip and sped up a bit. At that point, she had no real destination in mind. There wasn’t much open, and she didn’t want to lead whoever it was back to the clubhouse. As long as she could stay a little ahead of them, and keep up her speed, she could buy herself another couple of minutes to think of somewhere to go.

She ended up at the only other mechanic shop in their small town. She didn’t know why—it wasn’t like she knew anyone there. No one would be there to help her, but maybe her brain just knew that a mechanic shop is a place full of weapons if you knew where to look.

Launching herself off of her bike, she sprinted her way towards the one work bay that didn’t have the garage door pulled down all the way. Swinging herself underneath it, she scrambled in the dark and looked for anything that she could use to fight someone off. She hadn’t seen anyone in the passenger seat of the car, so unless there were people in the back seat, whoever was coming after her was flying solo. One on one odds were always better than any other scenario.

It was only a matter of seconds before the door was being pushed up the rest of the way, light from the single lamp in the lot streaming in. Grace gripped the tire iron tight in her hand as she faced the person who had been chasing her down. Whoever it was had a ski mask over their face, and a black hooded sweatshirt. There was no way for her to tell who it was.

“If you don’t leave me the fuck alone, I swear to God,” her hands were trembling but her voice was steady.

The laugh was deep, and the person shook their head, “What? You’ll go crying to your brother? Your dad?” they stepped in closer, “You’re out of places to run, Grace.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” she raised the iron like it was a baseball bat, more than ready and willing to swing.

“Not from you—from Clay and Jax.”

“Take it up with them, then,” for as much as her brother kept her in the loop of things going on with the club, he never mentioned that they’d pissed off someone new who was willing to corner their family members in the dead of night.

“That’s what we need you for. Need you to pass along a message for me.”

“Take off your mask and do it yourself!” she ran at them and swung for all she was worth.

They blocked the worst of the blow with their arm, not that that felt great either. But Grace still felt the metal connect with their skull a little bit. She swung again, catching them in the stomach and making them double over. She went to pull it back to swing again, but they grabbed it, pulling her in close and throwing her to the ground. Despite the fact that it caught her off-guard, she maintained her grip on her makeshift weapon, using it to try and keep the person from getting complete control of it to use against her.

She was on her back, her attacker standing over her, one foot planted on either side of her hips. They were trying to pull the tire iron out of her hands but somehow, despite the sweat pooling in her palms, she didn’t let go. It was a last-ditch effort, but with a grunt she put all of her strength into one good tug to try and pull the person down to the ground with her. She was partially successful, at least getting them low enough to make their knees buckle slightly. Taking advantage of the situation, she drove her knee up into their groin, hard. They let out a groan of pain that resulted in them letting go of the rod. Grace quickly leapt to her feet, turning and cracking them hard across the cheek one more time before throwing it to the side and sprinting back towards her bike.

She didn’t remember putting her helmet on, or even getting her bike onto the road. The next thing she knew, she was outside her apartment. She got off her bike and all but ran, fumbling with her keys as she desperately tried to get into her apartment as soon as possible. Shutting and doing all of the locks behind her, she slumped back against her door. Only when she caught her breath did she realize the severity of what had happened to her that night. The tears began to flow as she rested her forehead against her knees, unable to make herself move from that spot. She knew that there would be no sleep for her the rest of the night. Part of her wanted to reach out to Jax or Opie, or even Clay if she was being honest. But something in the back of her mind told her to keep it to herself for the time being. Maybe in the daylight, when her heartrate was evened back out, she would come up with a better plan of action.

Sleep came to her in brief snippets as the light started to come through the windows of her apartment. The rest of the night had been quiet, uneventful. But it did nothing to calm her nerves. With still-trembling hands, she got up and forced herself to go and take a shower. If nothing else, it would be an attempt to rinse off all that had happened to her.

Meanwhile, David was walking into the diner that his brother had invited him to so-last minute. It wasn’t like Jake to want to meet up and grab breakfast just because, so he knew that there must’ve been more to it. And, sure enough, there were two other men sitting in the booth with him. David sighed inwardly as he took a seat next to his brother, facing the men on the other side of the booth.

He didn’t recognize either of them, and he recognized everyone in Charming by that point. One of them looked very much like a businessman. The other, though, looked like he was military, or at least had been at some point in the past. There was something in the way he sat, though, that told David that the man was not bound by the same honor code that most soldiers were. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or his rigid posture, or the gash and bruise that went across the left side of his face. Whatever it was, David wasn’t a fan.

His suspicions were only solidified as the conversation got underway. He couldn’t believe that his older brother had brought him here thinking that anything those two men had to say, would be something that he was interested in. David was only able to make himself sit at the table for a couple minutes before not-so-gracefully excusing himself. He could hear his older brother offering up an apology on his behalf as he made his way to the diner door, and it took all of his self-control not to make a scene right then and there. He kept his fists balled at his sides, trying to ignore the sound of his brother attempting to catch up to him in the parking lot to justify what had just taken place.

Grace walked into the station, glancing around to see if she could find him without having to ask around. There were multiple officers milling about, but none of them were the one that she was looking for. With a sigh, she made her way over towards Unser’s office. His door was open, but she still gave it a light knock as she stood in the threshold.

Looking up from the stack of paperwork in front of him, his eyes widened slightly when he realized who was standing in front of him, “Gracie. What, what brings you here?”

“David here today?”

His brows furrowed in confusion but he nodded, “Yea, just stepped out real quick—had to meet his brother. Should be back soon, though,” he paused, searching her face, “Everything alright?”

She nodded but it wasn’t her most convincing performance, “Yea, all good—just want to talk to him about something real quick.”

“Anything I can help you with?”

She shook her head, “No, no don’t worry about it,” she lightly drummed her fingers on the doorframe, “Which one is his office again?”

Unser nodded in the general direction, “Two more down on the right.”

She nodded, doing her best to give a genuine smile, “Got it. Thanks, chief.”

Grace was already back out the door when Unser called out to her. When she reappeared, he said, “You know that if you ever need anything, all you gotta do is ask, right?”

She could see it in his eyes that he was being completely genuine in his offer, “I know. Thank you, Wayne.”

There was something about the way that she spoke, the way that she said his name, that reminded him so much of her mother. Maybe that was why he had such a soft spot for her, because there was so much of Gemma in her despite their differences. In his mind, Gemma would’ve been a lot more like Grace if she ever got the chance to be soft. He hoped that Grace didn’t get that opportunity ripped away from her as well.

Grace strolled into Hale’s office. Looking back over her shoulder, she found herself wandering around looking at what he had there. He clearly wasn’t much of a decorator, not that she found that to be all that surprising. There were a few scattered picture frames, but for the most part everything had to do with work.

She passively scanned over the folders that were sitting on the top of his desk, nails lightly clacking against the hardwood. She wondered what else Charming PD really did when they weren’t caught up in everything going on with the MC.

Before she could get too nosey, the sound of someone clearing their throat cut through the silence of the office. She looked up, eyes wide at having been caught. Hale was standing in the doorway, paperwork tucked under one arm and a coffee in the opposite hand. He tried to put together why she was there, and starting to go through his things, without having to ask, but he came up empty.

“Unser said you were waiting for me?”

“Um, yea,” she walked back to the side of the desk she was supposed to be on, “I was hoping to talk to you about something.”

He shrugged, nodding slightly, “Sure,” he shut the door behind him and walked over, taking a seat at his desk. Grace followed suit and watched him as he filed away all the papers and folders, most likely because he saw her on the brink of looking through them. When his space was finally cleared, he looked across at her, “What’s going on?”

She sighed, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees, “Look. I, I know you’re the wrong sheriff to be going to to ask for help but I’m…I don’t know what else to do.”

His brows furrowed, “You can always come to me for help.”

“If I do, do you promise not to go to the club about it?”

“I don’t know if you’ve realized, Grace, but it’s not like Clay and Jax and I are exactly friends.”

It got a tiny smile out of her, “That’s fair. But, also,” she paused, twisting her hands together, “you can’t tell Unser.” That got his attention, Grace could see it plain as day on his face. She shook her head slightly, “He’s gonna go right to Gemma or Clay and I, I can’t fucking deal with that.”

“Depending on what it is, Grace, I can’t keep it from him.”

Leaning back in her chair, she rolled her eyes, “You guys hide shit from each other all the time.”

“He hides shit from me all the time,” Hale corrected her, “Usually to help out your brother and Clay.”

Grace suddenly felt very small sitting there in the office with him. Her gaze dropped to the floor as she started to second-guess coming to him at all. She wanted to jump ship on the entire idea, but she knew that there was no way she was going to leave that office without telling him something. The seconds of silence felt like hours as he sat there, waiting for her to try and explain what was going on.

“Someone followed me last night when I was leaving the compound,” she felt her heart starting to speed up again. Shaking her head at herself, she forged onward, “Tried to shake ‘em, but I couldn’t. Ended up at that Albanian shop on the other side of town.”

Hale nodded, not liking the story already but he had the feeling there was more to it, “You get the plate number?”

She shook her head, “No. I should’ve, I know. But I just, I freaked out,” she ran her fingers back through her hair, “It was an SUV, though. Either black or dark blue,” she watched him scribble down what she was saying onto one of his notepads.

“Anything else you can tell me?”

“He tried attacking me,” it felt strange to say it out loud, “I, um, I panicked and ran into one of the work bays. Grabbed a tire iron. He was, uh, he was wearing a ski mask,” her leg bounced rapidly, “Didn’t get to see his face.”

Concern and confusion were etched deep into his features, “He say anything?”

She nodded, unable to look him in the eyes, “Some shit about the club. It was all real vague. I don’t know shit about what they’re doing these days,” it was partially true.

“Did he hurt you?” the look in his eyes reminded Grace that even though Hale was a cop now, at one point the two of them were something resembling friends, and that wasn’t something that just dissipated into thin air because they grew apart over the years.

“He tried,” she wiped at the tears she hadn’t felt coming on, “I’m fine, really. Physically anyway. He’s in worse shape than me. Got him good on the cheek with the iron when I finally got a chance to get away.”

Hale’s brows knitted together, “Left or right side of his face?”

“Um,” she stared down at the floor for a moment as she tried to remember, “left, I’m pretty sure,” she mimed the motion to be certain, “Yea, left.”

A knot began to form in his stomach, but he tried to ignore it, “You want to make an official report?”

She sighed, body beginning to tremble, “I really don’t know, David. I don’t even have anything to really report—I don’t know shit about whoever it was, or what they drove. I just…didn’t want to go to the club about this if it’s about them.”

He didn’t know what to offer her. All the things that he would offer someone else, he knew that she would shoot down. She wasn’t going to want an escort, or for him to be checking in on her while she was working or hanging around the clubhouse. It was bad enough when he showed up there in search of the guys in the MC, let alone making it seem like she was the one getting into trouble.

As if she could read his mind, she spoke up, “I don’t know what I expect you to do with this, David. I needed…I needed someone I could trust. And I know,” she chuckled and wiped at her eyes, “I know I give you a lot of shit because you grew up to be a narc,” it got a chuckle out of both of them, “But you’ve always had my back. And I didn’t know who else really would.”

Hale already had his suspicions, but he didn’t want to worry her anymore than she already was. He gave a slow nod, looking at the sparse notes on his paper before looking back up at her, “I’ll keep an eye and an ear out, see what I can dig up. Anything that I find, you’ll be the first to know,” he paused, “You remember anything else, call me or come see me, alright? Anything else happens, same thing.”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, “Okay.”

“We’ll get him, Grace,” there was a comforting certainty in his tone, “Promise.”

She gave a weak, tired smile, “Thanks, Deputy,” standing up, she tried to regain her composure, “I’ll let you get back to building my brother’s rap sheet.”

He chuckled, “It’s a full-time job.”

He watched her as she made her way to his door, letting herself out. He watched as she easily slipped through the station practically undetected. With a deep sigh, he tapped his pen on his paper a few times before scribbling down the names of the two men he’d met with that morning. The first thing on his agenda now was to look up absolutely everything he could find on them, and just what they really would want with the Sons.

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SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

CHAPTER 6: STAY AWAY FROM ME

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***

San

I end the call before Yaera can say goodbye, swallowing hard as I meet his eyes.

There's a spark of insatiable curiousity in them, I already know I won't be able to escape it. "Was that your girlfriend?" Woo asks, drawling with a wry smile. He's leaned against my door, looking as crooked as ever.

This is not how I intended to spend my weekend.

"She's nobody," I mutter lowly, clearing my throat. "Just...someone from school."

"Ah, Sannie, you're so modest?" Woo gasps dramatically. "You finally brought a girl to your apartment, my older brother is growing up!"

I groan at the back of my throat. I knew at some point her coming around so frequently would put her at risk, but everything was happening so fast. I'm filled with pressure to protect her even though I know I'm contradicting all I told her.

"Did she sleep over?" Woo presses when I fall silent.

My face heats up involuntarily. "It's not like that, man. She's just—"

"It's really weird for a girl to be coming from your apartment before seven in the morning, Sannie. Don't even try to bullshit me," he cracks a grin. "Good for you though, she's pretty."

I don't want her anywhere near the 105ths. I'd learnt too young that nothing is safe from their clutches. There's a fiery pit in my stomach and it's on the verge of bursting. I can only choke out my sentences.

"Don't tell Miss A, alright?" I say tautly. "I-I don't want her to think I'm slacking because of a girl or something."

Woo strolls over to me and grabs my shoulders. His black eyes smile at me. "Relax, bro, you know I'd never do that. I'm happy for you. It's good you're not being an antisocial freak anymore. Now unclench your asshole, you're being so tense."

I sigh and all my tension flows out with it. I'm not completely content, but I know Woo can keep his mouth shut. I just have to hope he never gets tortured or something.

Woo lets out a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood. "Plus if you got distracted, I wouldn't even blame you. She's a real masterpiece."

I roll my eyes. "Is there a reason you're here?"

Woo clicks his tongue at me, unimpressed with my bluntness. "Look at this kid. You're such an asshole, I came to check up on you, dickhead. I heard you couldn't sell your Rosies and Miss A told me you were on your way to Dirty Ho. How'd that work out?"

"I was just on my way to explain to her," I say. "That fucker got away. I bet he's on his way to hide out knowing what he has coming."

Woo releases a heavy breath. "I kinda saw that coming. He was always obsessed with money compared to the rest of us. I'll go with you to see boss."

At least I won't be alone. Wooyoung and I have been in the 105ths for the same amount of time. He knows how it feels to fear going up to the boss knowing you didn't succeed. It's not like I could call her either, giving news to Miss A over the phone is asking for a sentence.

The regular meeting place s an autoshop run by Miss A. People say she inherited it from her wealthy husband after she killed him. We usually found her smoking while she observed her mechanics from a sunchair. One wouldn't ever expect a gang boss to have such 'peaceful' hobbies.

She has a cigar in her mouth when Wooyoung and I walk up her driveway, her black, fancy sunglasses being lowered with her index finger as she watches us.

We bow and I immediately get on my knees. She already looks unimpressed. Shit.

"Let me guess? You failed?" She hums.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. He was with a bunch of guys and–"

"Get up from the floor, Lucky. You're not a servant."

My stomach is nervous and I meet her eyes uneasily. "What do you want me to do next?" I ask.

"Well, that rat already knows we're coming. So he'll go into hiding like the coward he is. I want you and Wooyoung to catch him together. Then bring him to the warehouse."

She breathes out a cloud of smoke and takes out her phone, where she shows me an address the GPS map.

"This is a club in Cita county. Its Black Dragon territory. That bastard will be hiding there. Its where he's most protected. You boys can go on a little road trip."

Woo and I nod obediently. "When do you want this done, ma'am?" Woo asks curiously.

"Monday," she answers, then smiles. "Yunho thinks he'll be able to leave this country if things go badly for him, but the quickest broker will only be able to smuggle him in about three days. Two if he's lucky."

Hence Monday. We'll be able to catch him if he tries running.

Wait. Fuck. Monday. My rescheduled chemistry test. I can't miss it again. And Yaera. Oh lord I have another person to worry about.

I want to say something about it but I'm too afraid she'll put her massive cigar into my pancreas. I end up holding in the panic till Woo and I are back at my apartment and I'm panicking my ass off.

"We should take my shotgun and I'll get you outside in my van," Woo tells me as I unlock my door. I pause in my tracks and look at him, trying not to show the chaos wrecking me internally.

"I think you should pull out," I tell him quickly. "I don't need help."

"Like Hell you do!" Woo yells, his voice echoing down the silent hall. I glare at him and drag him inside my apartment, slamming the door behind me.

He matches my glare with an intimidating stare. "Its an order, do you want Yunho's guys to jump you again? Miss A won't be so forgiving next time. She was chill now cause she had something planned. But if we mess this up..."

Woo leaves an ominous silence behind as he drifts off.  I gulp hard, feeling like I'm getting old. I don't know what I'm going to do about Yaera, but I know I have to keep her away.

I walk to my bed, thinking of how it already smells like her after just three days. She has a distinct smell, like every feminine perfume in the mall combined. Somehow she never smells like smoke. It must be to drown it out.

I know she's going to be pissed, I know I implied I'd let her make her own choices and not get in the way, but this time I absolutely would. I know better than anyone how it feels to be under the boot of the 105ths, and if they knew about her, neither of us would breathe under the dirt.

"Monday after school is fine," I give in with a heavy sigh. "Just text me before you get here." I need to make sure Yaera doesn't spotaneously show up to my apartment and catch us leaving. I just know she'd try to join in.

"Sounds good with me," Woo covers his former gray expression with another wide grin. "Don't worry, we won't keep your girlfriend waiting too long if that's what you're worried about."

"She's not my—" I start but then realize it's pointless. In his five years of knowing me Woo has never once seen me with a girl. I had to endure the countless questions of whether I was into men or not, and when I denied it they made me rate random female celebrities. What an annoying fucking time.

I just always found it pointless to engage in crushes or friends. I knew I'd never be able to fully enjoy them like the other kids, why? Because I'm in a gang, plain and simple.

I'm in a gang, a poor, specially-funded student and with no legacy to my name. Those kids are rich, have their futures prepared and their lives set out for them. I never cared about such distinctions until I realized how much other people did.

Not only that, why would I make friends or try to get a girlfriend if I knew I planned on leaving this country. My parents came here for a better life, and I'll be leaving it for the same reason. I want a better life, away from here. In fact, I want to forget the time I spent here entirely.

"Hey, I'm just saying man!" Woo laughs with his hands up in surrender, finding himself far too amusing. "At least I know what your type is now. You should do well, alright? Hold onto her. Keep her safe."

I almost laugh at his unexpectedly sincere words. "You're giving me legit advice?"

Woo chuckles along with me and shoves his hands into his pockets, his lightedheardness slowly dying down. He gives me a deep and earnest gaze, making my own emotions change suddenly.

"I'm serious, Sannie. You know how things are. If you can keep her away from this life, do it. If you can't... don't wait for something bad to happen to let her go."

I frown and look down at my hands. A familiar feeling of guilt and fear creeps into my chest, reminding me just how badly beaten Yaera's face was. I don't know how she can brush over it like it's nothing. But who am I to say anything? Absolutely no one.

And even though I am no one to her, no one besides her partner in crime, the thought of her dying because of this or even suffering in the slightest terrifies me. Because no one should be forced to resort to this. Not even her.

***

Yaera

"I knew you'd be late, which is why we gave you the wrong time," my mother immediately barks at me when I enter my house. She's so livid she barely notices the giant elephant of a bruise in the room.

"Come on, go put on some decent clothes because we have to be at the studio in an hour. Hurry up!" She shoves me by the shoulders towards the staircase, and I'm nearly all the way up until I hear my father call my name.

"Yaera! Stop," he orders, pausing at the bottom. He stands like that one awkward man emoji, his face scrunched up as he stares at me.

Oh here we go.

"What happened to your face?" He raises his voice. "Come down here immediately."

"What happened to her face?" My mother teleports next to him, taking her offensive stance. I groan on the inside and hesitantly descend down the steps.

"It's nothing," I say nonchalantly. My mother gasps when I am near enough, and she forcibly grabs my face to inspect it. "Ow!" I whine. She is too stunned to speak.

"This is nothing?" Her voice cracks in disbelief. "Hey! You have a shoot today and you ruin your face like this? Is this your way of rebelling again?!"

"No!" I cry out, moving away from her. I'm already feeling cornered and we haven't even left yet. "I fell into the bus door, okay? It's no big deal. Make up can fix this."

"Damn you!" My mother bursts out and pushes me again. I nearly fall onto my ass but manage to grab the railing in time. Her coffee eyes are boiling. "You really know how to embarrass your family, ya? Just go fix yourself."

My father shakes his head at me and walks away. I trudge up to my room, wishing I was at San's place again. It doesn't matter how much he screams at me. The way my mood diminishes when I get home is too drastic compared to when I'm around him. It's devastating.

I put on something average, keeping the good outfit I wanted to wear for my cafe date with San later. Did I say date? Why yes I did. San's going on a date with me even if he isn't aware of it.

Business partners always go on dates, don't they?

The smile that spreads on my face at the thought of it diminishes rapidly as the hotel we're shooting at approaches in my view. The limousine ride was deathly quiet, my repressed breaths the only thing that clogged the air. I'm barely holding it together because I know what's to come.

It was so good to be free of this for a while. But the familiar feeling of wanting to explode my entire stomach is slowly entombing me again.

The driver opens up my door and takes my hand as I get out. I look up at the stunning romanesque style building and release a tight breath. My parents are already marching into it, leaving me to follow like a lost puppy.

"You better apologize to Santo for damaging your face on this day," my mother bites at me as we walk down into a lift. "He has been wanting to do this concept with you for a while and it's like you don't care at all."

I bite my tongue as my face starts to prick with anger. I really wish I could relinquish my family name and fall off the face of the earth at this point.

"Don't ignore me when I speak!" My mother bites through her teeth. I force my face to turn to her without losing control of my mouth.

Her eyes are demanding and callous. "Don't ruin this day. You do what he expects of you, alright? If you make one scene today, I will take you out of school."

"What?" I say, stammering. "Y-You'll take me out of school?"

"Your marks are awful anyway, what good can you become?" She sneers at me. "We are your only chance at a respectable future, or else you might as well be a packer at a supermarket."

I blink, horrified at what I'm hearing. If I get taken out of school, I won't graduate. I won't be able to go to university in Italy, sure I don't know what I want to be at all, but I can't do high school over again.

And the worst part is, I won't see San again.

The lift door opens as I stare blankly at her, the both of them walking out down the hall. I follow them and try to swallow the expression on my face when they stop infront of a door.

Three knocks. It opens and he's on the other side.

"Santo!" My mother's overzealously greets. Their ritual of exaggerated enthusiam ensues and my chest starts burning.

His eyes land on me. I want to throw myself through the window. "Tesoro, I am so glad you made it... but what happened to your face?"

His hand reaches out to graze my sore cheek and I move away from him like he's a leper. My mother shoots me a hard glare and I gulp hard. Fuck, I can't mess up but he makes me sick.

"I-I fell out of the bus," I say with difficulty, hardly meeting his gaze. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"I am sorry to hear that, tesoro," Santo apologizes with false sympathy. "It is no problem, in fact, I think it's perfect for our concept."

My father laughs, utterly confused. "Really?" He asks, not really believing it.

Santo smiles wolfishly. "Of course, I wanted to surprise you. The concept will be femme fatale. Your eyes will pop out once you see how well it goes with your new line. Come inside, mi famiglia."

The interior of the room is a knockoff from the Versailles palace. It's stunning, and the room is full of staff, from photographers to servants and more. A model lies on the couch in a black corset and ruby lipstick, her blonde wavy bob and popping blue eyes making her look like the ideal Bond girl.

She's even holding a knife to her own head, like a twisted damsel in distress. Camera flashes go off and everyone stares in awe.

"It may not seem like much now, but wait for Marco's gala," Santo tells my parents with a smirk. "Your mind will be blown."

"Agh, of course you don't even have to say that Santo," my mother cooes. God, get some self respect. "You know we believe you."

"That's perfect," he chuckles and turns to me. "You may go to the dressing room. Your stylist is waiting for you, tesoro. It will be your turn soon."

"Where is the dressing room?" I try not to sound annoyed but why the hell would I even know where that is? Cazzo, this moron.

"Ah yes, Soledad!" He shouts suddenly, and a short latina woman runs out from behind a wall. She nearly trips over her feet and stands infront of Santo like a soldier.

"Yes sir?" She obediently says. Santo gestures to me.

"This is Yaera Marino, the daughter of the owners of Venus. You will be her stylist from now on," he shoots a filthy smile at me. "She's come out of retirement, make her beautiful, won't you? But don't cover up her bruise. It will be useful in the shoot, instead...make it shine."

"Understandable, sir," she bows her head slightly and beckons me with a wave of her hand. "Please follow me, Miss Marino."

Soledad leads me to a room. I'm about to sulk until I see five heads turn to me simultaneously as I enter. Excited squeals break into the ailr and nearly my ears too.

"Look who it is!"

"This bitch who disappeared!"

"Wow, you're so skinny!"

"What happened to your face!"

A smile hangs on my lips as I stare my only friends in the face. The very models I'll deal drugs to.

***

"Long time no see, yeah?" I smirk at them. One by one they all get up from their seats, against the wishes of their stylists and come up to hug me. All I feel are boobs and naked arms giving me the warmest feeling I felt since meeting San.

"Damn, you got into trouble again, didn't you?" Irina, one of the Spanish models asks me playfully. She touches my cheek lightly and I hiss and push her hand away.

"Hey, if it looks sore, why would you touch it?" I scold her. "Gosh, you're all older than me but still no common sense."

"Ohhh, we did not miss you bitch," another model, carrot-haired Serbian Anja says, letting out an ugly laugh.

"Except you did," I throw back with a smirk.

Claire, a Maltese model steps up, her boobs barely breathing in a red piece of Teddy lingerie. "Where have you been, Yae? It's been so long!"

"She's been learning her timestable," Anja says and everyone chuckles.

"Not that young," I remind her. "Only three younger than you."

"So calculus, not your timestable then," Irina chimes in with a grin. "We missed you, bitch. You look great."

"Except for that bruise..." Claire mutters with a frown. "How did that happen?"

"It's a prop, don't worry," I wave off. I'm about to say more when Soledad tugs on my arm like a kid at a candy store.

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss Marino, but it is very important to finish up before you are called up," she tells me.

"Don't worry, I was just catching up with my friends," I tell her and turn to them. "Before this ends, we should catch up. We've got tons to talk about."

"Of course!" Anja excitedly says. She's jittery and full of life again so I'm guessing the drugs are working for her. In that case, her life is about to get a whole lot better.

Now I can't say for sure why they're into narcotics. My guess is that it started with my parents. They're smart, and they're also capitalists who exploit labour whenever they can.

All the models under Venus are foreign and underpaid, making just enough to stay afloat while constantly moving to hostels instead of their own private property. My parents have a category, make sure they're from outside of the country, promise them glamour with a modelling contract and then pay them pennies and make it out to be Kendall Jenner's salary.

... While simultaneously destroying both their mental and physical health.

Aren't my parents just the best? It's a pity no one puts them in their place. I would, if I had half the brain to do it. But I'm self aware and know I'm not smart enough for that.

So my best bet is to make a getaway. I deeply wish the same for these girls because I know they've been here as young as seventeen.

"Yusra! You're up!" Someone peeks their head into the dressing room and calls. Yusra, a Kenyan model leaps up from her seat in a red baby doll piece, with a dagger strapped to her thigh. Geez, it looks like they're going over the top for this.

Soledad gives me a pale pink piece to put on. It's a corset, and looks too racy. But what can I complain about? I'm not a minor anymore.

There are days I wonder how my sister could deal with this. She seemed so genuinely okay with showing her body like this, and while showing your body is nothing to be ashamed of... isn't your permission the most important of it. Shouldn't you want to?

"I'm going to give you 1940s side curls," Soledad tells me when I'm done dressing. She puts the straightener on my hair and I can feel it fry. Another woman starts doing my makeup and she gives me a fake mole with eyeliner.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look like someone out of a noir film. With deep red lipstick and sharp eyeliner, one would call me a villain.

"You really look so hot, Yae," Claire sighs dreamily and shakes her head. "When are you getting a boyfriend? It's about time, don't you think?"

"Look at her, if she is still single it is because of her personality," Anja jokes harshly.

I roll my eyes at them. Fuck, they're right.

"Or MAYBE I'm just saving myself for the right one," I hiss at them. Anja bursts out laughing and her properly laid hair nearly pulls out of place.

"There is no right one, Yaera," Irina says with a wry smile, leaning against the wall with her shoulder. "They're always just some guy."

"I actually met someone," I blurt out. I don't know why, I don't want them to know at all. But I feel the uncontrollable urge to bring him up. This must be what a decent crush feels like. Wanting to talk about them 24/7.

My sister would have been the perfect person to talk about this with. Thinking of her randomly fills me with a distant longing that I immediately cover up with a smug look.

Their eyes all go wide. "What?" Anja gasps dramatically. "You actually met someone?"

"Yes," I brag. "And he's hot and smart."

"You say you met someone, has he met you?" Irina asks me with narrowed eyes. "We both know those things aren't the same. You have a little... issue."

"I'm not a stalker and yes he knows who I am!" I defend, feeling offended. I quickly go back to bragging though. "Who knows, maybe you'll see him at Marco's gala as my date."

"Oh, we need to see this guy now!" Anja laughs like a hyena again. "I swear if he looks like John Lennon. We always said you looked like you'd be into that."

"How dare you..." I rise up from my chair, startling Soledad and making her jump back. I'm about to go to war and defend my taste in men when that annoying voice enters the room again.

"Yaera! You're up!"

Oh. I malfunction for a few seconds before willing my feet to walk forward. Irina tugs on my arm before I'm out of the door, winking at me.

"You'll do great. Let's talk later, yeah?"

Of course, can't forget the main objective of today.

I strut out onto the set and nausea settles in my stomach. My chest starts burning up and it feels like I'm aware of every hair on my body. Needles and pins prick throughout my system. It shouldn't be like this. I shouldn't feel so ill infront of a camera and yet I do.

It gets even worse when he looks at me.

"Stunning!" He calls out to me pridefully. "You're a doll, tesoro."

"Go stand by the window," Santo directs me to a vintage-styled window. It's casement and frame is painted gold and looks out to the green lawn of the hotel.

"Sit on the windowsill and look out hauntingly. Make sure to show your bruise sensually. Pop open your legs. Where's the gun? Someone bring her the gun!"

I freeze on the spot as someone runs and puts the sleek fake pistol into my hands. My mother and father stand on the side as I stare at it dumbfound, my stomach churning even more.

"Listen to what Mr Falcone told you, Yaera," my mother sings, a venomous tone under her reminder. I forcefully sit down and get into position.

My skin heats up even more as I open my legs. Why the fuck do I have to do this. It's so gross. Why me? Why can't they just stick to the models they have? They don't even pay me.

"Hold the gun up like this," he starts to mimic the action of someone blowing out the smoke of a gun that just fired off. My hand shakes as I lift the weapon to my lips, pursing them like I would whistle.

"Perfecto!" He exclaims and starts clapping. The lights of the camera starts flashing as I'm told over and over again to switch poses. Each one more provocative than the last. Soon I'm wrapping my body in the curtain and lying on the couch as well.

The rotations take hours. The outfit changes, style consultations. Half the day goes by and my the end of my role I'm starving and unable to leave. My parents allow me to be free for the day because I've been so well behaved in the eyes of Santo, so that's their way of treating me I guess.

I nearly doze off in the bathroom waiting on everything to pack up. My hands are shaking, my stomach keeps grumbling and I wish I had a cigarette on me.

I feel tempted to call San. I want to know if he's okay after that guy came into his building, but I don't know if I should. I settle on texting him.

Me: Hey... can we talk about that guy who came up into your apartment? Do you know him?

San opens the message. I visualize him reading it, his princely face funnily scrunched up in annoyance seeing its from me. I'd be offended if guys who hate me weren't exactly my type.

Sannie~: He's someone from the gang. He just came to bring news. Don't worry about it.

Me: News? What news?

Sannie~: I'll tell you when we see each other.

I didn't think I'd be even more eager to see him now. He sounds calm, but I'll never know because San never uses emojis. He's just that kind of guy.

My thoughts of him are interrupted when I hear voices in the bathroom.

l"If that bitch talks about my arms one more time I swear I'm gonna wring her neck," the spite belongs to none other than Anja.

"She's all talk with those rabbit ears of hers. I'm sick of Mr Falcone calling her a fucking ace. Ace of what?" Claire scoffs.

"You girls need to calm down. Don't worry about that pendejo and let's just unwind."

Irina's voice is the calmest, coolest of them all. I stay quiet as a mouse and let them do their thing, hearing as something smooth slides across the marble countertop of the sink and the sound of snorting. This is my moment.

I take San's pills out of my pocket and clutch it in my one hand while I pop open the stall door with the other. They jump in their skin, letting out small shrieks. They breathe out heavily when they see its only me, and I burst into chuckles, lifting my hands in surrender.

"It's only me, don't worry," I say. Just as I thought, messy white lines were on the counter and a card was in Irina's hand.

Anja pushes me by the shoulder and groans. "Bitch, you're so sneaky! Why didn't you say you were in here!"

I laugh and shrug. "I just wanted to scare you guys a little. I see you're doing your rounds."

"You can join us if you want, you look like you need to unwind," Irina offers so politely one would think she's inviting me to have water with her. But no, it's only cocaine.

"I'm more of a Malboro Vintage girl. You go ahead and enjoy yourselves," I kindly decline. Anja shrugs and drags her nose across the top and nearly moans when she's done.

"You're seriously so pretty, Yaera," Claire mutters wistfully at me. "Are you working out more? You've lost a lot of weight."

"Yeah... what's your secret?" Irina drawls, scanning me with her pale blue eyes. I'm suddenly under a magnifying glass. What I can only describe as a lightbulb moment occurs to me right then.

"Anxiety," I joke without really joking. I slowly lift the pink pills in its tiny ziplock bag and shake it infront of them. "But if you must know....I've got these stress relievers."

"Stress relievers?" Anja repeats, all of them are intrigued like dogs who were just shown a bone.

"Yup. Rosie Posies. It helps me kick back, but its also good for weight loss and... other things."

"I could use a stress reliever," Irina notes, eyeing the bag intently.

"Oh you guys wanna try? No problem," I hand them each one. I'm not even sure how much they're supposed to take. "First times free."

"Huh? What are you dealing them out?" Claire gasps.

I shrug. What does she think everything in life is free? "Well they are very valuable. If you like them I can get you more, but they come at a reasonable price is all I'm saying."

"Hey, we've known you for four years now how can you charge us?" Anja clicks her tongue in disappointment.

I force a laugh. These cheapskates. But I don't blame them, it's just that I know they are not getting cocaine for free either.

"Well you are models. And albeit being underpaid, you are in fact still getting paid. I don't get paid at all," I explain. "And I need money too. I buy expensive cigarettes and I like food."

"You know what, that's fair," Claire says. I love her, she's always so understanding and she never puts up a fight. Unless you have rabbit ears apparently.

"Mmm... how much do you want for them then?" Irina questions.

"You know what? See if you like them first. See how it makes you feel, if you like what you feel, then you can give me a call."

"Look at you, acting all businessy," Anja chuckles, her laugh so bubbly I can tell the powder is working on her again. "They don't teach you this in school I swear."

"Indeed they do not," Irina adds with a small giggle. "You've got a deal, Yae."

"I think its needless to say this is just between us, right?" I smile at them.

"Of course. It's our little secret," Irina mirrors my smile, though hers is mildly threatening.

This honestly can't go wrong for me. No matter what. As much as I hate to say it, my parents are too obsessive about me. They would never let a drug abuse scandal ruin my life, in fact they'd try to bury it as quickly as possible with lawyers and other connections. I know I'm safe. I've got nothing to lose.

Anja, Claire and Irina need this job more than I do. And as much as I love them and consider them friends, I hope I never get to a point where I'm holding anything against them. I know I wouldn't be able to hold back.

They promise me to take the pills once they get off their high and we end up talking more until they end up leaving before they get too crazy. I can hear Anja laughing till on the way out and I smile at my reflection in the mirror, pleased with myself. I can say today went well.

Now to make up for everything I had to endure, I'll be seeing San. I try to fix my hair in the mirror before I'm on my way out. The door creaks open and a fiend slips his way in.

I move back as he slowly advances me, smiling at me hauntingly. Oh fuck, is this seriously happening to me now?

"You can't be in here," I tell him, my voice stammering.

"I was waiting to see you all day, tesoro. And now you chase me away? Don't you think that hurts?" Santo asks me, holding his hand over his heart.

He takes a step closer and I immediately take a step back. I feel so frozen, I spent years training for a moment like this, I spent years trying to defend myself, and now that I need to wake up, it feels like all my nerves are numb.

This is terrifying.

"I've missed you so much," he drawls, looking at me with wolfish eyes. "Why didn't you visit Milan when your parents did?"

To not see you. I avoided seeing my family that I love and miss to not run into you. I miss my Nonna, but I stayed away because you were in the same fucking city.

I want to say that, but I don't. All I can do is choke out simple words.

"Please don't do this again this year," I stiffly beg. "You need to find someone your own age Santo. I'm...I'm not the one."

Santo cocks his head to the side and smirks. "And who told you that? Who said you're not perfect for me?"

"I don't fucking want you," I hiss suddenly. His eyes widen slightly, more out of sick arousal instead of offense.

He advances on me and I blink, finding myself pressed against a stall. I whimper and try to wriggle out of his grip, but my arms are pinned to the side. Oh my God, I'm going to be sick.

"But I want you, and you know that. So why don't you stop playing games," he whispers dangerously close to my ear. I shiver and my nausea keeps tugging my stomach.

"I'm your only chance at a respectable man. Your parents already love me. So why don't you accept the love I have for you? You'll never find anyone like me, tesoro."

"I fucking hope so," I say in a whisper, pinching my eyes closed. He moves his face infront of mine, hovering his lips over mine. I whine and wriggle, but he isn't fazed by my struggling.

"You're a big girl now, right?" He asks lowly. "I think it's time you feel like a woman."

My blood goes ice cold. What the fuck is he implying.

"W-What do you mean?" I croak.

Santo lets go of my arms, taking a step back. I immediately fly out of the door, but I don't miss his words on the way out. It leaves me feeling sick and all I want to do is fade into nothing.

"See you at the gala, tesoro."

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"Drama at S" ~ Cherry Blossom x reader x Joe

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You ran up to the gate out of breath and pulled down your hood, showing your badge to the people at the gate.

You had gotten caught up with work and rushed off once you realized that S was about to start, grabbing your rollerblades you skated off to meet your friends. Seeing a group of bright-haired people waving you over,

“Hey Y/N! You’re just in time!”

Reki called over to you and gave you a high five, Langa fist-bumping you as well. “Hi, guys! I’m glad I didn’t miss anything! I got off work a bit late, I thought I wasn’t going to make it.” You laughed and spotted Miya invested in his phone, looking up and waving at you, smiling. Skating over and handing him a portable battery,

“I know you always lose power during these matches, so here’s my portable charger! I brought it in case my phone died but luckily it didn’t.” “Oh, thanks! Ready for the beef? I heard it's going to be awesome!”

Agreeing you talked with the group, hearing the crowd around you loudly cheer and shout for someone. You were still relatively new to S, since you had started dating two of the skaters here and met the group that you came to know and love.

It was always a fun time whenever you came and it was certainly never dull, your two lovers competing for your attention.

“Look! It’s Cherry and Joe!”

“Ah! They’re here!”

“Tonights going to be awesome! Maybe we’ll see them skate!”

“They’re both gorgeously stunning as always! When are they not?!”

The last comment made you roll your eyes. You couldn't help but agree, they were both hopelessly attractive and you couldn't help but wonder why they chose to date you of all people. Of course you weren't complaining, but your self confidence wasn’t in the best shape.

You saw both of them spot your group and skate over, jumping off their boards to greet all of you. “Hi everyone, did we miss anything?” Reki and Langs shook their heads, Miya perking up and grabbing his board to talk with the group.

Kojiro turned his head to you and pulled you towards him, “Hey baby, glad you could make it. You look beautiful as always. Miss me?”

“Of course, I’d never miss this. We just saw each other earlier, how could you miss me already?” You laughed as he kissed your cheek, shyly turning away when the others made noises at your PDA.

“Well it’s hard not to when I want to be by your side 24/7.”

Feeling another hand on your shoulder, giving you another kiss on the opposite and his light pink hair coming into view, “I hate to agree with the dopey gorilla but our lover is right. How could we not want to spend as much time with you as possible when you’re perfect for us.”

You stood in between them and smiled with excitement, “Fair, you two are hard to stay away from. Maybe I’ll have to visit you both more.” They smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist. The others began to talk about who was going to race and how pumped they were.

Langa was giving Reki advice with Miya pitching in occasionally about a move that he’s taught the red head earlier. Not missing the quick peck that Langa gave him and seeing Reki’s face blush a bit, scanning the area to see if anyone saw.

Shadow was tuning his skateboard, making sure everything was in shape and chatting with your boyfriends.

You admired how Kaoru always looked perfect wherever he was and his long pink hair pulled back, his black mask covering his face and highlighting his gold eyes. Looking over at Kojiro, as per usual not wearing a shirt for some reason and showing off his body and tattoo, which never failed to fluster you and even still when you thought you had gotten used to it.

Both of them went together perfectly and matched each other like soulmates, despite the arguing that always ensued. You loved them both dearly and yet you still doubted your place in the relationship.

Which evidently was the only thing they agreed on, was that you belonged in their relationship and they wouldn't be the same without you. Leaning your head against Kojiro’s arm and closing your eyes contently, feeling him hum and rub your arm,

This was of course interrupted by a loud band from across the way, shocking you all and making you jump a bit, moving closer to Kaoru and Kojio. There was one person you were warned about by everyone and judging by everyone’s facing you were about to meet him,

“What a wonderful turnout! It seems we have a new face that little group brought, hm?” Reki stood closer to Langa and Miya moved closer to you three and Shadow, everyone seemingly being on guard. You saw the blue haired man skate towards you and circle you all, your lovers moving in front of you and anger painted on their faces.

He stopped in front of you and stepped off his board, closing the distance between you both but Cherry stepping in front of you,

“Step away before you start something you can’t finish.” “Oh! Someone special to you I’m guessing. Now I have to learn more~”

Joe stepped up next to Kaoru, “Trust me when he says that. We’re not letting you mess with them. Back off.” Miya moved closer to you and you put an arm around him, hugging teen. You knew about what had happened to him with Adam and needless to say you were pissed. Seeing Reki, Langa and Shadow move closer to the other two, you squeezed Miya tighter and stood your ground,

Adam frowned, “Okay, okay. I get it, they're important to you all. Well, I guess tonight’s not my night.” He went to skate away but turned back, “I will skate with you little mystery”

You shivered and looked down at Miya, shooting him a smile and pushed off towards the others, “So, that’s the creepy fucker that you warned me about. Yeah, I can see why,” Laughing nervously as the other shook off what happened and tried to enjoy the rest of your night.

After a couple matches you saw people whispering and pointing at you. Some of the girls and some guys gave you jealous looks as you scooted towards your boyfriends, trying to brush off the anxiety that now crawled up your back.

Kaoru noticed and gave you a look, silently asking what was wrong. You motioned to the other people staring at you and he looked around, seeing what you meant. Whispering in your ear,

“Don’t worry, darling, they're just jealous of us, but you’re ours. We’d have to be idiots to leave you. I mean look at you, this beautiful body and those luscious hips.” He laughed and continued, “ Hearing that voice cry out in pleasure when you climax on us, nothing could beat that divine sound~”

Instead of simply talking down your anxiety, Cherry leaned down and put a hand on the back of your neck, kissing you.

You made a noise of shock because this was the last thing you expected him to do but in hindsight it should have been on your radar. Closing your eyes and returning the kiss, hearing the people gasp and whisper around you even more.

He moved his hand, cupping your cheek and passionately deepened the kiss. Kaoru’s eyes open, adoring your blissful expression, no longer full of anxiety and flicking his attention to his lover. By now Kojiro had noticed people murmuring to themselves and getting whipped up, turning around to see what the big deal was,

“Hey!” He met Cherry’s eye and noticed the playfulness in his eyes, saying ‘come on, I dare you’. Chuckling to himself and stepping up the challenge. Pulling his boyfriend away from you and smirking, “Really think you could keep them all to yourself, four eyes? You should know how to share by now.”

You still were against Cherry with a hand around your waist, seeing his eyes flick to yours and then the crowd eagerly watching you. Getting the message, Joe’s gaze met yours and he pulled you against his chest, feeling his warm tan skin against your hands.

“Oh, so that’s what’s going on. I’m sorry baby, I thought you knew.” He lifted your chin with his fingers and closed the gap between you two so that you could feel his breath against your lips, “Let me make it clear to you,”

Kojiro kissed you softly and pulled you against him tighter, you wrapped your arms around his neck since he was so tall. Leaning in and returning the kiss immediately, running your hands through his short soft hair. You broke away for air and hid your face in your boyfriend's chest, a heavy blush covering your face.

Your lovers laughed at the disgusted responses from the teens and turned their attention to you. Some of the crowd started excitedly whispering amongst each other and you heard some chatter about how you all looked cute together and others expressed jealousy at both of them being taken by someone they’d never seen before. It didn’t matter to you as you tried to recover from what just happened and stared at the ground, your roller blades shifting back and forth from your small movements.

“Well, I never expected you both to do that.” They laughed again and pulled you between them, continuing to talk with the others.

As the night progressed you were talking to Reki about some of the skaters that had beefs with each other and how they each used a different technique to advance. You heard a buzzer go off and realized most people had already left, luckily including Adam.

You went to say goodbye to the red and blue teens and Miya who went to give back the portable charger, thanking you and saying his farewell as well. Going to put your headphones in and skate off, you saw that Shadow had already left, apparently having to help his coworker with something.

Kojiro and Kaoru were talking near the entrance, pausing when you came over, “Guess it’s time to say goodbye, huh?” They shared a look and the pink haired calligrapher spoke up,

“Kojiro had quite an idea and I thought it was wonderful as well. What do you say?” “Okay, sure. But what is it?”

Cherry took your hand and pulled you along, Joe skating next to you, “That is for us to know and you to find out, sweetheart.” Smiling as you pull ahead, they race behind you as you all head back to your shared home.

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Warm Beers

     McKenzie Shoupe always had strong feelings towards JJ Maybank, but they were always platonic. At least she thought they were. But when she slowly runs out of warm beer excuses for the funny feeling in her stomach whenever JJ's around, Kenzie thinks they might be more.

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    The music and laughter greet McKenzie's ears before she can see the party. She smiles to herself, knowing her friends are waiting for her by the fire. The sand gives way under her bare feet as she treks to the boneyard, greeting other people she knows on the way.

    "Shoupe Jr, what's up?" John B. yells, jogging over to Kenzie with an unopened can of beer for her. He swings his arm over her shoulders while guiding her towards the fire, where the rest of the group sits on logs. "Where does daddy dearest think you're at tonight?" Kenzie rolls her eyes as she takes a drink of the beer, making a face afterward.

    "Why the hell is my shit warm, Routledge?" John B. laughs and points at their blonde best friend.

    "Because JJ was in charge of the ice, and what does JJ do best?" Kenzie laughs and waves to the rest of the pouges, not forgetting to flip off her favorite, JJ Maybank.

    "Forgets shit," The group, including JJ, say in unison. JJ flips everyone off but smiles brightly. This was Kenzie's favorite spot in all of Outer Banks. The Boneyard with her four best friends, drinking beers by the fire and poking fun at each other. "So, where does Shoupe think you're at tonight?" JJ asks, making room on his log for his favorite girl to sit.

    Kenzie takes the seat and leans into JJ as he wraps his arm around her shoulders, playing absentmindedly with the strap of her bikini top. "At Sarah Cameron's," Kenzie says, drinking more of the disgustingly warm beer. "I haven't had her over in over a year, and he still thinks we're best friends." She laughs, shaking her head at her oblivious dad. "Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he lets me use her as an excuse because he knows I'm doing something with the people who give him high blood pressure." JJ scoffs and holds a hand over his heart in mock hurt.

    "Are you trying to tell me that your father doesn't approve of us?" Kenzie pushes JJ away with her elbow with a stupid grin. "I'm hurt, Ken, hurt." The group laughs with a shake of their head at JJ's theatrics. He fakes a pout while Kenzie steals his favorite red hat but really doesn't mind. She's the only person who's allowed to steal and wear his clothes.

    JJ wouldn't say he necessarily has a soft spot for McKenzie Shoupe, but if she asked him to jump, he'd ask how high. It's a mystery how the deputy's daughter and the town's bad boy became such good friends. All they know is that they can't go a day without each other.

    Kenzie lays her head on JJ's shoulder as she continues to joke and talk with her friends. An annoying feeling in his stomach makes him groan, gently pushing the girl off his shoulder. "Hey, you okay, J?" She asks, hand already feeling his forehead. The feeling gets worse, and he feels his face heating up.

    "I think the warm beer did something. My stomach isn't feeling too well right now," He mumbles. "I'm heading back to the chateau." He gets off the log and smiles at his friends. "I'll see you all up there later." JJ moves to leave, and Kenzie gets off her seat too.

    "I'm coming with you. I got to pee anyways," She says, shrugging. JJ lays his arms across her shoulder with a quick goodbye to the group, and they begin the short walk to the house. "You sure you're okay, J? You don't usually leave a party that soon after it starts," Kenzie worries. JJ would stay until the sun came up and after many boot and rallies. He was the party-going king.

     "Yeah, something just felt really off. But at least I learned the warm beer lesson," He jokes. McKenzie sighs with a nod. "You didn't have to come with me, you know? I'm a big boy who can take care of myself." She laughs and pushing him slightly away, only for him to push her back harder, nearly tripping her. The small amount of booze coursing through their system makes the situation funnier.

    "I know you can, but I honestly had to pee like a racehorse," She laughs, relief filling her as she sees the chateau coming into view. Kenzie should have honestly peed before she left, but she was too excited to think about it. The thought of seeing JJ again fueled her forgetfulness.

    "Well, Ken, I'm sorry to say, but you'll have to wait in line. I have to pee," JJ says before taking off in a sprint towards the house.

    "You mother fucker," She yells back, laughing as she chases after him. They wrestle and yell at each other as they trip up the steps until Kenzie gets the lead and slams the door in JJ's face. It won't be a long hold, but long enough to get to the toilet first.

    Kenzie barely reaches the restroom before JJ caught up to her, narrowly missing her waist as she dashes into the bathroom, already pulling down her pants. "Suck my dick, JJ," She laughs, sighing in relief as she finally gets to empty her bladder.

    "Only if you ask nicely, Ken," JJ prompts, grabbing a step stool from under the counter and standing on it like he's about to empty himself in the sink.

    "Oh my God, are you going to piss in the sink?" Kenzie asks in disgust. JJ smiles at her and starts unzipping his jeans. "Holy fuck, you're so unsanitary, Maybank."

    "Well, then look away," He exclaims, still undoing his pants to pee. "Unless you want to see my dick," He adds. McKenzie gags, shielding her eyes with her hand. "Oh, come on, you can't say you're not the least bit curious," JJ prompts as Kenzie hears the liquid splashing in the sink.

    "If you've seen one dick, you've seen them all, JJ." Kenzie jokes before wiping herself and pulling up her pants, looking the opposite of JJ.

    "I would like to disagree on that one, Ken," JJ rebuttals, situating himself back in his pants. The odd feeling is gone, so JJ chalks it up to having a full bladder. "See, dicks are just like pussys," He starts but stops when he sees Kenzie following him out without washing her hands. "Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

    Mckenzie raises an eyebrow as she says, "In the sink, you just pissed in? Not until it's bleached and gutted." JJ laughs and lets her lead them to the kitchen. "You were saying? About dicks and vaginas?"

    "Right," JJ starts again while he hops on the kitchen counter, watching Kenzie wash her hands in the sink there. "They're all different in their own beautiful ways." Kenzie chuckles at her friend's drunken analogy.

    "Is that your way of comforting yourself because you have a small peen?" Kenzie asks, turning around towards the boy, who immediately starts to protest. "No, no, it's okay. Like you said, everyone is beautiful in their own way," Kenzie jokes.

    "You want to see it and judge for yourself?" JJ asks, jumping off the counter, hands already on his button. Kenzie laughs, shaking her head before looking at the opening door. Kiara stops in her tracks, causing the other two boys to bump into her.

    "What's going on in here?" She asks, eyeing the situation. Kenzie is red and smiling while JJ's hands are on the hem of his pants.

    "JJ's trying to show me his micro-peen," Kenzie quips. JJ growls and lunges at her, causing her to squeal out a laugh and dodge his attack. She runs through the living room, laughing maniacally at JJ's continuous curses and insults while the rest of the group gazes on.

    JJ finally catches Kenzie, pinning her to the ground with her hands above her head. They're both panting and smiling at each other. "If someone didn't have a small penis, they wouldn't be so worked up over me calling them tiny dicked," Kenzie says, shrugging as best as she can in her compromising position.

    "Would you two just kiss already and stop this stupid thing you got going on? I'm tired of watching the constant pining," John B. sighs, plopping onto the couch. Kenzie suddenly feels claustrophobic with JJ on top of her, her heart beating faster and throat closing up.

    "Off," She mumbles, moving her wrists out of JJ's grasp as he slowly dismounts her. They stay silent as John B. puts turns on the TV, ignoring the awkward tension he caused between the two friends. JJ tries to hand Kenzie his hat back, knowing it's her favorite keepsake of his. She shakes her head timidly, squeezing between John B. and Pope, with her legs to her chest.

    "Why'd you guys leave?" JJ asks, setting the hat on the coffee table and planting himself next to Kie on the second sofa, avoiding Kenzie's watchful eye.

    Kie shrugs, bumping shoulders with JJ purposefully. "It's not a party without our party king there. Besides, too many Kooks showed up and ruined the vibe."

    McKenzie tries to ignore the angry feeling in her stomach, watching the two friends talk. She doesn't even know why she feels that way, but it only grows as JJ leans on Kiara. So much so that Kenzie has to avert her gaze to the animated show on the television, legs still clutched to her chest.

[kenganparadise]

Hi! first I wanted to say that I love your blog, I am very happy to see that there is content for this anime. Did I want to request some headcanons? Like, dating Raian. If you don't do headcanons, maybe a drabble of him introducing his s/o to his family.

I decided to write Raian’s S/O meeting his family for the first time!! I was feeling a little fluffy today! I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

Raian was actually in a very sour mood. He peeked behind the corner to see you checking yourself in the mirror again. You made sure all the wrinkles were out of your clothes and all the pieces of lint and pet hair were cleared away. You check your hair again. Fluffing it and trying to fix it. “UGHhhh. I already told you 1000 times- you look fuckin’ HOT.” Raian yelled from the other room. You paused in surprise then sighed. “I don’t want to look hot. I want to look respectable and.... honorable.” You say. You look down at your feet. There was a pit in your stomach. You were very nervous. But Nervous wasn’t a good word to describe how you were feeling. You and Raian have been dating for a long time. He’s met all your family and friends. You have yet to meet his. You had heard rumors and the legends of the Kure clan. A tight knit family of assassin, literally bred to kill. You just so happened to be dating the most powerful one. You heard of their selective breeding. You wondered if they’ll deem you good enough. You wondered if you’re good enough yourself. Raian noticed your mood dampen. You look smaller. He clicks his tongue. You sigh deeply as the thoughts swim in your head. What if they didn’t like you? You jumped feeling strong arms wrap around your waist. Raian’s forehead was in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Your heart leaped at the affection. This.... was very very very rare. Raian barely ever reciprocated your affection, let anyone be the first to act. Your breath catches in your throat. You know he’ll never say the words out loud, but this was enough comfort. Raian sunk his teeth lightly into your skin. It didn’t hurt, but it was enough to leave a small mark. He pulled away from you then. Maybe he was feeling sheepish. “Come on! We don’t want to keep those fuckers waiting.” He snarls over his shoulder. You miss the feeling of his warm arms around you, but it was enough to leave a smile on your face. You followed behind him.

The journey to Kure village was mostly silent, apart from Raian complaining a little here and there. Stepping into the village was nerve wracking. So many people with black scleras, you knew the majority were assassin. Some of them gave glances to Raian. He seemed bored- almost like he didn’t want to be here. “Raian?” You look at him. “What?” He replies not even looking your way. “Can I hold your hand?” You ask in your sweetest voice. “Fuck no.” His reply was a little quicker than you’d like it to be. “Come on Please.” You bat your eyelashes. “Fuck. No.” “Pleaseeee Raian.” You beg sweetly again. He growls under his breath. “Fuck no. I don’t want the fuckers thinking I’ve gone soft to something.” His nose curls at the thought “I’ll make it up to you later~” you purr. His ears perk up a little. His lips twitch into a Frown. “Fuck. Only for a little bit.” He agrees begrudgingly. He takes your hand roughly into his. You’ve got a goofy grin on your face and Raian is feeling completely and utterly embarrassed and slightly humiliated. Unbeknownst to you.... deep down in Raian’s heart he feels warmth. If eyes weren’t on you already they definitely were now. It made you even more nervous. Everywhere you looked black eyes were stuck on you, People whispered amongst themselves. You’re anxious now. You tried to catch whispers and the mutterings but you weren’t able to. “Hey! Bro!!” You heard from behind you. You spin around to see a young woman running towards you. “I heard you arrived! I’ve been looking all over for you!” She chuckles and catches her breath. She’s a petite you’ll girl with short black hair. she looks straight at you. “You! You must be Y/N!” Her face beams. “Oh! Yes-“ you’re cut off by the woman bear hugging you. You gasp and awkwardly return the hug. She takes your hands in hers. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to meeting you!” She says with a smile. “I’m Fusui! I’m Raian’s sister!” She beams. You knew Raian had a sister, he’s talked (complained) about her before. Now here she was standing before you. “I’ll walk with you guys to Erioh!” She says with a smile. You intertwine your fingers with his again. Raian clicks his tongue. Fusui had a gleam in her eyes watching the two of you. Fusui struck up a conversation with you while you walked. She was kind, and genuinely excited to be talking to you. The three of you walked past a building. There more people called for your attention. You looked to see three strong looking men. They introduced themselves politely, Hollis, reiichi, and Horio. You noticed there was a stark difference between Raian and the other Kure members. They were polite and quite kind to you. Most of them were actually excited to meet you. After a brief conversation with the three men you decided to make your way to the main building. Erioh was there- the head of the Kure clan. You were the most nervous to meet him.

Heading into the palace-like building your heart started skipping beats. Raian and Fusui lead you through the building to the room where the head of the Kure was. He was sitting at a table alone with tea. He looked up at you from his teacup. “Hello, you must be Y/N.” He spoke calmly, with a small kind smile. You nodded. “It’s very night to meet you.” You reply. Erioh motions you to sit next to him. You and Fusui join him at the table. Raian goes and sits on the far side of the room, away from the conversation. Erioh pours a cup of tea for you and Fusui. “What do you do for work, Y/N?” He begins. He asks you question after question, about your family, hobbies, even your political beliefs. You can’t help but feel as though you’re being interrogated, the only thing that helped was Fusui lightening the mood with her quips. You were nervous, but answered truthfully. You hoped your answers would suffice. You heard the door open behind you. “Hi grandpa!” A young girl walked in. “Oh hello Karla my dear!” He says. His mood significantly changes. She sits down at an empty space next to you. “Karla this is Y/N, they are Raian’s mate... his remarkably better half!” Fusui jokes. Karla’s attention turns to you. “Oh wow! So when are you guys getting married!!” She says beaming. You nearly choke. Raian does as well behind you. “How many babies are you gonna make?” She radiates with wonder. “Now now Karla, those may not be questions Y/N wants to give to a stranger.” Erioh chuckles. You laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say. You downed the rest of your teacup. Then you felt a presence behind you. “I’m tired as fuck of this. We’re going home.” Raian said gruffly. Fusui sighed and stood with you. “It was very nice meeting you, Y/N. I hope to see you again soon.” Erioh says with a tender smile. “Bye bye Y/N!” Karla says waving. Fusui walks out with you but Raian hesitates a moment. He knew Erioh had something to say. “You’ve found a good one... don’t lose them.” Erioh says as Raian huffs and walks away. “Shut the fuck up gramps.” Raian growls, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Fusui walks with you out of Kure village. The two of you laugh together, you’ve felt a bond grow between you two. You end up exchanging numbers. You hugged her again goodbye, promising to call. Then you and Raian left. The journey back was once again quiet. But you felt an overwhelming feeling of relief. Raian’s family had welcomed you. They too, we’re finally relieved to meet the only person who was able to tame the devil himself. Your name will go down in Kure history.

[mizunetzu]

Hi!! Can I make a request were the reader is Aiwaza's children and they had behaved bad or anything like that and Shouta made they stayed on his class as punishment, were he can keep an eye on them (like sitting on his desk doing homework), but 1A doesn't know that the reader are Aiwaza's kid and the reader flirt whit someone in 1A (can be anyone that you want) an then they discover the truth. Sorry if it's confuse and for my bad english!!

It’s alright!! English is a hard language lmaooo

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Platonic! Aizawas kid meets 1-A

⚠️warnings - no relationship, platonic

Pronouns - genderneutral, they/them

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Boom.

“Ah, shit” the person cursed, as they eyed the now shattered 8 dollar lamp on the ground, the light flickering on and off until it fizzled out. Shinsou snickered and looked up from the couch.

“Dads gonna kill you,”

“Shut up, dude-help me-“

The door to the bedroom opened, making (y/n) and Shinsou flinch. Aizawa stepped out menacingly, with his hair floating past his ears. The red glow of his eyes shut up Shinsou and (y/n) quickly, permitting him to speak.

“Who-“

“Before you say anything, (y/n) did it.”

“SHINSOU YOU SIDE FUCKER YOU-“

“LANGUAGE!” Aizawa butt in, eyes flashing a brighter shade of red, before fading out to black. He rubbed his temple harshly. “Okay, I’m not mad, but this is the third time I had to replace that lamp, (y/n).”

“But-I-“

“And don’t say it’s because of your quirk, that you ‘can’t help it’. I’m helping you and Shinsou transfer out of General studies, you should have your quick under control by now.” (Y/n) opened their mouth to speak, but closed it silently.

“Tomorrow, you’re doing your work in my class. I’m having your teacher send the work into my class in advance so you can do the work on my desk.”

“Wait-but Madam movement-sensei would never let you do that!”

Aizawa pulled out his phone from the back pocket of his neko sweatpants, holding it up to show a string of emails from the 1-C teacher herself.

“Actually, we’ve been discussing it for a while. You’ve been lacking in participation in your class, but it seems like you know your subjects and pass them easily. Therefore, you’ll be spending time in my classroom where I can make sure you aren’t cheating or anything.”

Shinsou stifled a snicker in between his sleeves, earning a side glare from (y/n). “But-I’m not cheating!”

“Then there should be no problem, then.”

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(Y/n) grumbled angrily as they walked side by side their unofficial brother, Shinsou. “Dude, it’s just one day in another class-how hard can it be?”

“Have you seen the mess of the hero department? I don’t wanna be a part of that! Not yet at least!” (Y/n) piped up, louder than they meant to. A girl with pink skin, and a boy with yellow hair, perked their ears up. “I can’t believe I’m leaving General Studies for this...” (y/n) rubbed at their temples, a trait they picked up from Aizawa, while the two eavesdroppers looked at eachother.

“K-Kaminari...are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The girl said, grabbing onto the boys shoulders and shaking him around. The boy ‘Kaminari’ smirked and cupped his chin.

“I think I do, my dear friend~”

They chuckled and sped their way to their class, ready to spill their guts out. They passed the person in question as they walked, sending (y/n) a subtle wink and thumbs up before turning a corner.

“Huh.” Shinsou huffed. “Well-this is my stop.” He turned to (y/n) and slapped the door leading to 1-C. (Y/n) puffed out their cheeks. “Have fun playing heroes with 1-A, (N/n)”

“Yeah right. I’m just doing work there. I’ll be back before you miss me~” (y/n) made a kissy face before turning on their heel and walking past 1-C.

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“Guys guys guys!” Mina burst through the door, slamming her hands down on the podium at the front of the class. Kaminari jogged up behind her and crossed his arms. Iida stood up abruptly and made his way towards the two students.

“Ashido-kun, please refrain from running in the hallways-“

“WE MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A NEW STUDENT!”

The class went silent. Even Iida stopped in his tracks. “How...how’d you find out?!” Kirishima mused. Just as Mina opened her mouth, the door opened and everyone scrambled to their seats. In entered Aizawa, holding his clipboard full of morning announcements for home room.

Aizawa glanced around the classroom, before settling down infront of his podium. “Morning. So, we’re gonna have someone join us today. I expect you all to not be a distraction to them or your fellow classmates.”

Whispers and excited smiles broke out subtly between the class. Mina leaned back in her chair, facing Asui and whispering “the new kid~!!”

Aizawas eyes flashed a ruby red, quieting down the class. “Alright. (Y/n), you may step in.”

The door slid open once more, as a pair of feet stepped into the class. The person gave a very reserved greeting, before stepping off to the corner of the classroom, near bakugo.

“That’s (y/n). Anyway, I need to step out for a bit, Mic is on sick leave and I need to run the lesson plan to the substitute English teacher.”

Aizawa tiredly trudged to the door, before looking back. “I expect you to be on your best behavior, (y/n).”

Once the door slid closed, some of the students scrambled out of their seats to greet the newcomer. “Hi (y/n)! I’m Mina Ashido!”

“Hi..?”

“What’s you’re full name? I found it sort of odd that Aizawa-sensei only addressed you as (y/n), kero-kero. Is that your last name or first name?” A girl with green hair piped up. “I’m tsuyu asui, by the way. Call me tsu.”

“Well, hi,” (y/n) leaned against the wall as people swarmed over them. “It’s just (y/n). It’s nothing important, really.”

The students gathered around them decided not push it, instead asking icebreaker questions like “what’s your favorite food?” Or “what’s your quirk, (y/n)-San?”

Footsteps grew outside of the classroom, causing everyone to scurry back to their seats like mice. (Y/n) stood there, dumbfounded, as Aizawa returned, holding what seems to be a lesson plan, and a chair.

“I got you a chair, you can sit in the corner there.” He walked up to where (y/n) was standing, and placed the chair beside them.

“That’s all, be nice to the sub or you’ll have to face to me.”

“Yes, Aizawa sensei!”

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The day ended pretty quickly, (y/n) grumbling quietly in the corner, doing their work, while the teachers filed in and out, teaching them their respective subjects.

The students talked amongst themselves, talking about what they want to eat after school or just straight up leaving. (Y/n) stood up from their chair and stretched, a yawn escaping their throat. They rubbed at their eyes while scanning the rowdy classroom. Their eyes landed on a blond boy, and a girl with a pinkish skin tone. Hm. They were both kinda cute. Might as well shoot their shot, they thought.

They walked up to the two, who was having a very animated conversation. They stopped, mid sentence, when (y/n) put their arms around the both of them.

“Heyyyy, you two are kinda cute~ Sorry, I kind forgot so-what’s your names?”

The blond boy blushed heavily, attempting to regain his composure but failing, while the pink girl smiled widely. She wrestled her way out of (y/n’s) arm and stood in front of them. The blond boy shook off (y/n’s) arm aswell, when the girl with horn patted at her chest.

“I’m Mina! That’s Kaminari, and we would LOVE to get to know our new classmate!”

(Y/n) grin contorted into an expression of confusion. “New...classmate?” They cocked their head to the side.

“Well-yea! You are in our class, after all..?” The boy, Kaminari, piped up.

“Whaddya mean? I’m in general studies. I’m only here because my stupid dad wanted to watch me work.”

Nearby ears started to perk up. Dad? Kaminari and Mina held semi shocked, semi confused expressions. A boy with greenish black hair whipped his head up from his hunched position from his desk, wobbled out from his chair and speedwalked over to (y/n).

“U-uhm! I couldn’t help but overhear-sorry by the way-but, It’s been on my mind for this whole time-“

“What is it?” (Y/n) swooped in before the boy started to drown in his stutters and ramblings. The boy cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his head.

“Are you related to Ai-“

The door slid open, revealing Aizawa, with Shinsou trailing behind him.

“(Y/n)-there you are. Stop causing my class trouble and let’s go home. You still need to drop off your work to the general studies classroom.”

“Okay dad, hold on though. this guy said he wanted to ask me something.”

When (y/n) turned back around, everyone’s mouth was agape. Especially Mina and Kaminari, who looked like they’ve seen a ghost. The green haired boy opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

“A-are you-“

“ARE YOU AIZAWA-SENSEIS KID?!”

Kaminari finished Minas sentence, tangling his fingers into his blond hair. (Y/n), and Aizawa, nodded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The frog girl, Tsuyu, if (y/n) remembered correctly, brought a finger to her chin.

“What’s your full name?”

“Aizawa (y/n).”

The girl seemed content with her answer, and sunk back in her seat. Aizawa tapped on (y/n’s) shoulder, and gestured towards the door. (Y/n) waved goodbye to the class, mouthing a ‘call me’ to Mina and Kaminari, and walked out the door. The whole class sat in silence, before Mina cried out glumly.

“Ehhh?! So we don’t have a new classmate, do we?!”

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[slowpoke-fics]

Empty

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader ; Platonic Dean x Reader

Summary: the group had been hunting a djinn, you get the short end of the straw and find the djinn, what you didn't expect was it taking you

Warning: this is angsty, and can be very triggering, su!cide (to get out of djinn hallucinations), death in djinn hallucination, hurt/comfort, if I missed warnings I am sorry, but you read at your own risk

A/N: This is a three part series, Empty, Cold, Warm, Cold is written so you don't have to read this part, if this fic is too triggering to read, p l e a s e skip it and move onto Cold.

You and the boys sat in your motel room, you had been hunting a family of djinns for weeks, every time you got closer it was like they were one step ahead. You had managed to kill one of them, but you still had two to hunt down. "Okay," Dean started, "I'll check the mines, Sam you get the caves, Y/n look through the train station." Dean had a plan, you were fine with it but Sam was not. "I don't like this," he finally spoke up, "they seem to always be ahead of us, I don't know that splitting up is a good plan. This could be exactly what they want." You smiled at him, going to sit on his lap, "I'm sure it'll be okay, we're all prepared and ready, we can get them this time." Sam shook his head, "I don't know, something doesn't sit right with me." Dean sighed, shutting his computer, "You only say that because your woman isn't gonna be within ear shot," Dean grabbed his keys and headed for the door, "it'll be fine Sammy." With that Dean headed out, most likely to find a piece of ass for the night.

You planted kisses on Sam's face, "It will be okay, this is our best plan to corner them." Sam smiled, not wanting to press, "Yeah, I'm sure you're right baby," pressing a kiss to your lips, "Dean's probably right too, it's because I won't be able to be with you, making sure you're safe." You and Sam prepped nine silver knives dipped in lambs blood for when one of you ran into them, and then laid down, waiting for sleep to come. "I want you to be careful tomorrow," he whispered, "I can't lose you." You kissed him, swinging a leg over him, planting a kiss and grinding your hips on him, "I'll always come back." Sam giggled and flipped you underneath him, kissing your neck, "You better or I'll hunt you down."

The next morning your alarm started blaring, Dean groaning in the bed next to you, Sam pulling you a little closer. You trucked out of bed and stopped the alarm, setting it for half an hour later and heading out the door. You were always the first one up, always headed out the door early to go get coffee. Sure enough as you walked into the room the alarm was going off. You walked to Dean, handing him his coffee, and he gladly accepted, and then to Sam, who shut off the alarm and sat up in bed.

Handing him his coffee and sitting next to him with your head on his shoulder, feeling the worry he holds for you. "Don't worry, we're all gonna get out of this together." Sam kisses your head, "I know," throwing a pillow at Dean, "you'll always come back to me." He put his fingers under your chin, lifting your lips to his, slowly kissing you, "I love you." You smiled, putting your hand on his cheek , "I love you too, Sammy."

After you guys had separated you began to look through the train station, looking everywhere for a sign of a djinn. You were trying to find something, anything that could help you to get ahead of these monsters. From behind you heard a small whisper, "Hello." You immediately whipped around, knife raised, waiting for the fucker to come near you. You circled, and then it charged. "Goodbye."

You were able to duck, and quickly stab the djinn, effectively killing it. "Goodbye, fucker." You continued to look around, with no sign of the other djinn after an hour or so you left. Pulling out your phone to call Sam, "I got one," you announced as you came out of the station. You could hear the pride in Sam's voice, "I got one too, we've finally put this bastards to rest. Pick you up in 15?" You smiled, happy to go home, "Yeah, baby, see you then."

Sam and Dean were both back at the hotel, had been sitting around for ten minutes, trying to call you over and over to no avail. Sam got up, "Alright, lets go now." Dean immediately got up, jogging behind Sam, ready to find the woman he's called family for years now.

When they arrived at the station they looked for about half an hour before coming upon a piece of paper written in blood, hello. Dean and Sam both looking at each other with a sense of horror and realization starting running, just as fast as they could. They eventually hit an intersection, a huge wall, with two knives, identical to the ones you and Sam had prepped the night before, laid neatly before them. Written above the knives in blood was one word that made Sam and Dean both want to puke.

Goodbye.

Looking further, they find your phone nearby, with ten calls from Sam and Dean each, both of them now frantic to find you. After searching the tunnels for hours, Dean finally spoke up, "We've gotta check everywhere man, we have to go back to the caves, the mines." Sam was on fire, he knew this would happen. He saw it coming and he didn't stop it. He screamed, "Y/n!" Threw his flashlight, "Y/n! Come back to me!"

You arrived back at the bunker, ready to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. The ride home was silent, almost deadly. Something definitely didn't feel right. You brushed it off and went to the room you've shared with Sam for years. Sam came in and laid down with you, pulling you close to him, "I'm glad that you made it out. I'm glad we all did." You fell asleep, jolting awake suddenly in the middle of the night, words echoing in your head, "Y/n! Come back to me!"

You felt sick, then it was gone, just as soon as it was there. Sam rubbed your back, "You okay?" You smiled at him, "Yeah, just something bothering me, not sure what it is. Something feels too easy about this." Sam chuckled, "Now you sound like me, paranoid, waiting for the danger," Sam kissed your shoulder and pulled you down to him, "it's okay, we've made it out, now let's go back to sleep."

Dean and Sam checked every inch of the caves and the mines with no sign of you. Sam slammed the car door as he ran his hands through his hair. "Sam," Dean started, "I know," he started his car, we'll find her."

A week later, you and your boys were back on the road, this time going after some vamps, no biggie, Dean even let you drive. When you found the nearest motel to the nest, you finally stopped, not realizing being the driver was very tedious, grateful to have a bed, and an actually decent one. You plopped down on the bed, sighing to yourself, as Sam pulled out the computer explaining the mission. You only heard part of it, "Old mansion about five miles away-" starting to fall asleep, "probably less than ten-" manageable, "go tomorrow morning," Sam finished, closing the computer and over to you, sliding you up the bed. "Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow morning Jess."

You jolted awake at that, "What?" Sam looked shocked, "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up, just trying to make room for me." You sat up completely, "What did you just say Samuel?" Dean looked over, curious what the fuss was about, "I said I was making room?" Sam looked completely confused, a little like he was afraid of something. "Before that Sasquatch." Sam chuckled, "I said I'd explain the plan tomorrow morning, for when you're awake?" You sighed, something is wrong, but you just couldn't quite place it, so you just laid back down, cuddling into Sam.

Sam and Dean went back to the wall stained with your blood the next day, the knives were now pointing a different direction, made into an arrow pointing towards the left turn they can make there. Following the trail, they started walking, shining a light on every part of the walls until they found an arrow. "Let's go," Sam starting moving faster. "Wait," Dean stopped and looked around. "This doesn't feel right," Dean sighed, "man, I don't know what to do here, they want us to go this way, it doesn't make sense." Sam's eyes frantically looked around, "Well we can't split, this has to be a trap, but at least we can fight them together." That was that and they were going to follow the trail.

When you got to the nest it seemed simple, seemed like it was in and out, hit em' while they're asleep. You couldn't have been more wrong. Dean had the front, you and Sam had the back. Dean and Sam went in, you following suit, only to see twenty vamps or more staring at you. It broke out into a brawl, heads rolling all over the floor. Panic flourished in your chest as the brawl died down and only you three were left standing. "Nobody move," you whispered, "this isn't," you sighed, "right." Dean laughed, moving forward to you, "Hell yeah it is, we just ganked a bunch of these fuckers," Dean was still laughing, wiping blood off his face, "damn, we're getting good." It only took you a second to register it, weak boards, "No!" You reached out for Dean, but it was too late, he went straight through the floor.

You screamed, Sam rushing to find stairs, you staying above Dean, who was impaled by several planks of wood. "Hold on, brother," you started crying, "we're coming." Dean started to say something, but he couldn't, then you saw it, a vamp. Coming out of the darkness, relentlessly feeding on Dean. You couldn't breathe, "Sam! There's another one!" Sam hollered something back, then you hear it from behind you, a sense of familiarity, "Hello."

Sam and Dean had checked every single door on the left turn. Wasted so much time trusting that the djinn had left a trap that would lead straight back to you. When they realized they had no further to go, they started sprinting, realizing that this was a distraction, likely to have more time to kill you.

You woke up tied to a chair, Sam planted in front of you. "Well," a vamp coming out of the darkness revealed himself, "I wake up to find all of my brothers and sister dead! How do you suppose I punish you two?" The vamp hummed, another coming out of the darkness, whispering something in his ear. A vile laugh came out of the vamps mouth before biting into his wrist and walking to Sam. You started screaming, jerking around, trying anything to get him to stop. He laughed and laughed as Sam ingested the blood. After he felt like it was enough, he hit Sam, hard enough that he was out cold. He then untied him, clearly wanting to force Sam to feed on you, the woman he loved. The second vamp walked past you, not saying a word, the first one walked by you slowly, grazing his claw against your neck, barely cutting you. "Goodbye."

All of a sudden you couldn't breathe. Remembering the station with the djinn.

From behind you heard a small whisper, "Hello." You immediately whipped around, knife raised, waiting for the fucker to come near you. You circled, and then it charged. "Goodbye." A hand on your neck, and you're out.

It clicked.

The ride home was silent, almost deadly. Something definitely didn't feel right.

Words echoing in your head, "Y/n! Come back to me!"

"Yeah, just something bothering me, not sure what it is. Something feels too easy about this."

Dean even let you drive.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow morning Jess."

Something is wrong, but you just couldn't quite place it, so you just laid back down.

"Nobody move," you whispered, "this isn't," you sighed, "right."

You're with the djinn, you didn't kill it. You just pissed it off. Taking a deep breath you slammed backwards, crushing your arm, causing excruciating pain, screaming and crying, "It's not real, gotta get out of here, gotta come back." You were finally able to move as you heard Sam groan. Racing for your gun and raising it to Sam, who had a sinister smile, "That won't hurt me, Y/n." You raised the gun to your head, "I will always come back to you."

Bang.

Blood curdling screams was the only thing you heard when you woke up, until you realized they were your own. Taking deep breaths, trying to gather yourself, you found a knife next to you, the one dipped in lambs blood. One of the djinns charged at you, your reflexes allowed you to slide the knife through her heart. "Goodbye, fucker." You pulled the knife out, holding it up to the second djinn.

"Stop!" He begged as you got up from the ground, "I helped you! You remember! Jess? Feeling like something just wasn't quite right?" You growled, "I don't believe you! You let me rot down here!" He put his hands up, "I helped you! She was insane, driven with rage! You have to believe me, I controlled everything there, I could only help you so quickly without her noticing! She couldn't move on from you killing our brother!" You moved closer to him, barely able to breathe, "I," another step, "don't," another step, "believe," your final step, "you."

You stood there, face to face with him for at least a whole minute, giving him every opportunity to hurt you, he barely whispered, "I don't kill people." You backed away, suddenly not knowing what to do. The door busted down next to you, you were staring at Sam and Dean, both charging at the djinn who is only looking at you, not moving a muscle.

"Stop!" You screamed before you even know what had happened, "he helped me, he doesn't kill people." Sam and Dean turning to you in disbelief, "Y/n you've been gone for days, are you insane?" You scoffed, "Maybe, but he didn't do this-" you pointed to the dead woman on the ground, "she did." Sam looked you up and down, not noticing a single ounce of harm on you, turning to the djinn he moved nose to nose.

"If I ever pick up on your trail, I will hunt you down and mutilate you into a hundred pieces." The djinn just stood there, truly scared. "Go! Get out of here right now!" You begged before you had changed your mind. He didn't need to be told twice as he scattered. "You sure that was the right call?" Dean whispered to Sam, you turned around face to face with Sam, "Yes." A simple statement, lingering in the air as you walked to Sam, gently reaching up to his face, checking his teeth. Once you realized it was really him, you hugged him, whispering lovingly, "I came back to you." Sam didn't want to let go, still so scared.

You turned to Dean, checked his teeth, his body for any injuries, nothing, a sigh of relief. Pulling him into a hug, he wrapped his arms around you, "I love you Dean, you're the best brother I never asked for." Dean chuckled in relief, "Let's go kid."

As you walked out of the station dread washed over you. You didn't feel anything. You were just...

Empty

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Character: Kenma K. Header creds: @leekn6w​ Song: I’m loving your vibe by Xavier Goodman !!WARNINGS!!: College/University AU, Smoking/Drug Usage, Male! Reader Title: Cute Party boy

You had been sitting in the corner of someone's house deciding to finally give up on finding your friends knowing that they had probably already found some random guy to hook up with. Looking around and watching the drunk young adults grind, sing, dance, scream and drink the night away you finally had enough of sitting there, you stood up from your seat walking into the kitchen and looking at the several different arrangements of drinks noticing they had fireball, whiskey, tequila, gin, brandy, and several other things in one section then having the beer in another.

Not wanting anything to hard and hating beer you went for the fruit punch pouring your cup 3/4 of the way and walking up the stairs making the decision not to open any closed doors knowing that one or several of your friends could be in that room doing things you didn't want to vision your friends doing right now. Noticing a slightly open door, seeing smoke continuously flowing out of the room as people go in and out some alone some with friends or partners.

Finally concluding that you didn't have anything to do and you were tired of being so sober you walked into the room the aroma of weed and what you think is vanilla and strawberry flavored juul pods. Sitting down on the couch near a window, trying to stay your farthest from the two men you were on the couch next to.

Pulling out your pod and taking a longer hit then you would usually and exhaling taking note to the pudding head and black haired male next to him who had been taking glances and staring on and off for about 20 minutes now. Taking your phone out trying to figure out why your phone had been vibrating in your back pocket continuously for a few minutes now. Rolling your eye seeing that your mother had been calling you and texting you nonstop making sure you were studying for your tests that weren't happening till like 3 months.

Texting your mother and telling her that you've been studying all week and its 10pm on a Saturday and you had been cramming for the past week and a half with barely any breaks. Turning your phone off whilst rolling your eyes. Noticing that the two boys across from you were still continuing to stare at you, you stared back at the two hoping that it would make them stop.

Them finally stopping you go on your phone texting your friends once more as an attempt to check on them even though you knew that at least two of them were together. "Hey..." the bed head said. "Uhm- hi." you said not really in the mood to talk to anyone right now. "I know we've been staring at you for a while now and sorry for that, but my friend said your beautiful/handsome and he would love it if you gave him his number." he said with a slight smirk on his face. "Well I mean sure but only if he comes over and asks himself." you say looking at the bi haired colored boy.

"Okay- wait sorry hold on." hurriedly getting up from the old beaten up couch with a smile on his face walking back over the his friend and whispering in his ear while pointing at you, the shorter boy blushes with a smile on his face getting up from his chair and awkwardly shuffling over to you. Sitting next to you and smiling the blush on his cheeks becoming more prominent.

"Hey... sorry about my friend. I told him to leave you alone, but he didn't listen." he said rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine... so what's your name." you said as you took a hit from your juul "My names Kenma. What's yours?" he said finally starting to seem a little bit comfortable with you. "(M/N)" you said holding your hand out to shake his hand a warm smile coming across your face as you feel his skin contact yours.

"Your pretty to by the way." you say moving your phone out of your back pocket not liking the feeling of your mother blowing up your phone against your butt cheek. "What-?" Kenma said look up at you with wide eyes. "Your friend told me you thought I was pretty/handsome, so I said your pretty." You said smiling. "Oh ah- thanks." he said with a slight chuckle tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear frowning slightly.

"You going to ask for my number or do I have to." you said smirking slightly in a more teasing/sensual tone, the smirk becoming wider and more prominent when that heavy blush that dusted his cheeks earlier dusted them once again. "You look like a strawberry again Kenma." you state teasing him once again and making his blush deeper. "So- uhm can I have your number... then." he says pointing at the phone on your thigh.

"Yeah sure give me your phone right quick" he says giggling a bit at how shy he was. "Yeah sure- here..." he says practically glowing and shaking a little from excitement. "Uh I called my number so your number should be in my phone now, and my contact name is my name. I didn't know what you wanted it as, so I put it as that." you said handing him his phone back and half way making sure he noticed. "Okay thanks I'll call you tonight to make sure you get home- if that's okay with you."

"Yeah it's fine with me. And I'll do the same if I leave before you." you said your voice lowering slightly as you start to become calmer and more comfortable around him. "Okay cool. You want a drink-" he says not knowing what to do now his mind creating an awkward atmosphere that wasn't even there. "Yeah sure. They didn't have anything good though which is why I got juice before." you said warning him that nothing good would be in the downstairs kitchen.

"Yeah I got mostly juice too. My friend wanted me to get a little tipsy so he wasn't drunk alone." he said you both walking down stairs as Kenma texts Kuroo letting him know where he was going so he would leave without him, it happened once and he'll never allow it to happen ever again. "Kool-Aid or Hawaiian punch?" you said as you chose something from the fridge. "Kool-Aid... duh." Kenma said laughing a bit.

"Which flavor?" you say. "Purple and red." answered checking his phone. "You like purple! I love purple too everyone I meet hates purple." you say a childlike grin on your face. (Yes, ur getting excited over Kool-Aid. The purple flavor deserves more hype!!) "Kenma!" the boy from earlier said hurriedly walking over to you both. "Yes kuroo." he said drinking out of his cup, you laughing a bit noticing he drinks like a 1st grader after they just got done playing outside.

"It's almost 3 we got to go. You have class at like 8 and my class is an hour before yours so let's go." Kuroo said ready to drag him away. "Well I have to go I have a pretty early class tomorrow, but I'll be sure to call you." he said making sure he had everything he originally came with in his pockets. "Yeah sure bye Kenma and..." pausing waiting for Kuroo to tell you his name again. "Oh! Kuroo my names Kuroo."

"And Kuroo. We'll talk later 'mkay?" you said smiling at Kuroo then going to look back at Kenma. "Yeah sure I'll probably text you first by the way." he said him and Kuroo grabbing each other's hands and saying bye. Checking the time, the realization finally settling in that your friends were still missing, and it was almost 3 in the morning.

'Jesus fucking christ where the hell are these fuckers' you think to yourself storming back up the steps your patients being thin to none. 'On my mommy if these hoes fucking somebody I'm leaving' putting your ear up to at least 4 different doors before you finally found them, seeing one friend passed out in the bathroom and the others scattered around the room.

"My god what did you guys get yourselves into" you said finally feeling the exhaustion that you were suppressing throughout the past two weeks. "Ty's sick and vomiting it's guts out in the bathroom, Isaiah's knocked he's been like that for about an hour now, and Alex was crying but ink's now under the desk over there... and I didn't drink a lot so I'm fine." your friend said you trying to find Alex.

"Ok well its... 5 minutes away from being 4 am.", "Okay..."

**Timeskip**

After taking everyone home and making sure they got in bed safely you and your friend Malik both shared an uber back to both of your houses. Finally reaching the comfort of your room you go to your connected bathroom and start getting ready for the night. Taking a shower, doing your skin care, getting a snack while putting on your show starting to finally calm down.

Finally finishing your food getting up to brush your teeth and going back to your room pressing play to your show again. Turing on your night light and finally laying down. Jumping slightly when you hear you phone go off completely forgetting about it. Turning over to your nightstand to get your phone. Confused when an unknown number shows up on your phone.

In your messages

Unknown: Hey this (M/N) right?

You: Who's this .-.

Unknown: It's Kenma we met at the party... remember?

You: Oh yeah, it's (M/N)

You: Hey Kenma

Cute party boy: Hey (M/N)

Cute party boy: hru?

You: I'm doing good hbu?

Cute party boy: I'm doing good :)

Cute party boy: srry for texting u so late btw I just wanted to do it now, so I didn't forget lol.

You: No worries you're fine :)

Cute party boy: Alr good.

Cute party boy: did you make it home ok or are you still at the party?

You: no I ended up finding my friends after you left so I'm home now.

You: hbu?

Cute party boy: yeah I made it home fine lol

Cute party boy: Did you want to hang out again?

You: yh sure when

Cute party boy: are you busy on Sundays?

You: no Sundays are usually free for me

Cute party boy: you wanna hang out tomorrow

You: yh tht works lol

Cute party boy: mk well i gtg im tired so goodnight :D

You: yh same goodnight sweet dreams and sleep well

Cute party boy: you too sweet dreams and sleep well

After saying your goodbyes to Kenma you put your phone back on the dresser watching a few episodes of your show, finally slipping off into peaceful sleep.