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✶ silver and nerds ✶ | MARK LEE

pairings ༄ nerd/loser!mark x stoner! fem! reader

genre ༄ college au, romance, SLOWW BURNNN, kinda angsty but hurt/comfort 😗

synopsis ༄ entering college, mark had two goals: get good grades and get bad bitches. unfortunately for him, the grades were easy but the girls? not so much. being stuck with the ‘nerd persona’, mark was practically invisible - until he met you.

w.c ༄ 7.6k

c.w ༄ reader has a boyfriend AT FIRST, mentions of smoking and taking weed (its nct), cheating (not the reader tho), mention of needles (NOT THE DRUG KIND, the piercings kind) mark has never been in a r/s, swearing. no smut

author’s note: i just wrote this for the vibez so ignore any weird pacing shit ik its off 😭. also not my best work BUT IM DONEE make sure to like and repost!!!

not proofread!

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mark tapped his pen against his notebook, waiting for the minutes the pass by. he could hear dozens of conversations happening around him, but none of them were directed at him. it never was.

maybe it was because of the constant note taking or the stack of files he always carried, but most just assumed that he was stuck up. too smart to hang out with anyone, too focused on his grades to waste time socialising.

but in reality - he just didn’t know how to talk to people.

mark sighed, slouching further into his chair. he flipped through his notes, trying to focus but his mind kept getting distracted. he was supposed to tutor some girl after school - he didn’t even know who it was.

all the tutoring office said was that she would be meeting him at the library after his classes. he hoped that this session would be easier than his last, especially after that student ignored him and stuck to their phone the whole time.

mark glanced at his watch - ten minutes until the tutor session started. he gathered his things, stuffing his notebooks and textbooks into his bag before heading over to the library.

“just get this over with,” he muttered to himself.

he approached the row of tables reserved for tutoring, laying out the different notes and materials he had. the chances of him actually using them were low - after all, a lot of students booked tutoring sessions just to get their teachers off of their back, but it didn’t hurt to look like he was teaching something.

the squeak of a chair being pulled across him snapped him out of his thoughts. he looked up and froze.

it was you.

of course he recognised you, who wouldn’t? you were one of the prettiest girls on campus, scratch that, you were one of the prettiest girls mark has ever seen.

within the first month of school, you already landed a boyfriend - one of the popular senior football players. you were pretty and friendly, it was only natural that you were going to find someone that fast.

not only that, you didn’t get yourself into any drama. no flirting with other guys or bitching about other people behind their back, you were one of the unproblematic ones, rarely involved in rumours.

but the rumours about you smoking? yeah, those was definitely true. you were known for showing up to class buzzed but still managing to maintain relatively decent grades.

“you’re mark, right?” you smiled as you sat down. “thanks for doing this, i really need help.”

mark blinked, pushing his glasses up nervously. “y- yeah.. no problem.”

you reached into your bag, pulling out a few sheets of crumpled paper and pens.

“chemistry’s been fucking me over,” you said, brushing your hair out of your face. “i’m more of a ‘study last minute’ kind of person, but that’s hasn’t been working out recently.”

mark cleared his throat, trying to avoid your gaze. “well, that’s what i’m here for. let’s start with the basics.”

“thanks,” you leaned back into your chair, twirling a pen between your fingers. “i know you probably don’t tutor people like me much.”

mark frowned, raising an eyebrow. “people like you?”

you shrugged, crossing your legs. “you know.. people who barely show up to class.”

“i don’t care about that,” he shook his head, rearranging the table.

“good to know,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “sorry if i’m a little out of it, i smoked before coming here.”

“that’s… fine,” he nodded, unsure of how to respond and opened the textbook in front of him. “you know the basics about atoms, right? let’s focus on the details.”

mark walked you through the lesson, trying not to stumble over his words as you watched him intently. to his surprise, you didn’t just sit back and zone out like many did, you actually asked questions. and for someone who didn’t turn up much for class, you weren’t as lost as you made it sound.

the session went smoother than he thought, with him covering a few key concepts and giving you some notes to bring back and revise. you packed up your things at the end, flashing him a smile. “thanks mark, same time next week?”

he nodded slowly. “works for me.”

and you showed up - again and again.

at first, mark thought it was some weird obligation that you had towards either him or the tutoring system. but days turned into weeks, and it was clear: you weren’t just attending. you were learning.

he couldn’t believe it - someone like you, popular, the complete opposite of him, was actually listening to him.

you were taking his advice, asking questions, doing practices that he suggested and you even asked to see him everyday because you wanted to learn more. it was.. strange, but mark wasn’t complaining.

you set your pen down as you finished up with one of the problems. you looked up at him with a grin. “i think i finally did it.”

mark’s eyes widened, looking down at the worksheet. it was right, perfect even. “you- you actually got it. that’s.. good.”

you laughed, your voice light. “why do you sound so surprised? you’re a tutor.”

he rubbed the back of his neck. “i’m just.. not used to people listening to me.”

“why wouldn’t i?” you asked, tilting your head. “you’re good at teaching- you explain shit better than my professor.”

mark stared at you, wondering why his heart was beating a little faster than usual. you gathered your things, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “see you tomorrow, mark.”

“yeah,” mark said quietly, still stunned. “see you tomorrow.”

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“i got a seventy on my test!” you exclaimed, glowing with excitement as you waved your worksheet in front of him.

it had been about two months since you’ve started your sessions with mark, and your grades improved. you went from barely knowing anything about the subject to being able to solve complex problems - and it’s all thanks to mark.

you’ve grown to really appreciate the guy, and not just for his tutoring skills, but for his patience that he had when teaching you, especially when you asked a ton of questions.

“that’s great! i’m really proud of you,” mark said, a wide smile on his face. “you’re improving a lot.”

“well, it’s because of you. you’re super smart,” you said as you leaned back into the chair. “i’m surprised you don’t have a line of girls waiting for your attention.”

mark ran his fingers through his hair, giving a small, awkward chuckle. to be completely honest, mark did not have luck in the dating scene. even though he entered college, thinking that it was a place to meet new people - potentially a partner, his reputation of being ‘stuck up’ clung to him faster than he could blink.

but after a while, he got tired of being viewed that way, and he got tired of being single. right now, he needed to make changes, something that would make him more likeable or ‘relatable’ to others. but there was one problem: he didn’t know where to start.

“hey uh-“ mark said as he placed his notes on the table. “can i ask you something?”

“sure,” you nodded.

mark fidgeted with the edge of his textbook. “what do girls find cool.. or attractive in a guy.”

you paused, tilting your head. “that’s random. why do you ask?”

“i want to change things..” mark looked away, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. “you know, things about me. i just wanted to know what girls liked nowadays.”

“you don’t need to change anything,” you frowned, leaning towards him. “you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“thank you-” mark felt a slight blush rising in his cheeks, but he ignored it, focusing on his question. “-but i really want girls to notice me, i don’t know what i’m doing wrong.”

you scoffed. “you’re not doing anything wrong. it’s their fault if they can’t see what an amazing guy you are…”

“…but you really want to know, huh?” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

mark finally looked back at you, nodding eagerly. you sighed, thinking about his question before continuing. “i don’t know what girls find ‘cool’ nowadays, but i think piercings are hot.”

“really?” mark’s eyes widened in surprise, not expecting that as your answer. “your boyfriend doesn’t have piercings.”

“he doesn’t like them, said that they weren’t his style,” you shrugged. “but i don’t care, everyone has their own thing.”

mark bit the inside of his cheek, tapping his foot against the floor out of habit. “where would someone go if they wanted piercings? you know- if i wanted one?”

“i actually did my own,” you said, tucking your hair behind as you showed him the variety of piercings on your ear. “it’s not too bad as long as you know what you’re doing.”

“you did them yourself?” mark’s eyes widened in surprise. “would you uh- could you do it for me..?”

you chuckled, nodding. “sure, if you really want to.”

“just let me know when you’re up for it and come over to my place,” you said with a wink. “and don’t worry, i’ll make sure it’s safe.”

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the smell of weed and smoke hit mark as soon as he entered your dorm. the windows were cracked open, but it didn’t do much to clear the air. a bag of green leaves sat on your coffee table next to a small glass pipe.

“sorry about the mess,” you said, waving your hand lazily to try and remove the smoke. “you kinda texted me in the middle of something.”

“sorry, i can leave if you-“

“nonono you can stay,” you grabbed his arm, bringing him over to the couch. “make yourself comfortable. it’s totally fine.”

mark sat down, trying not to focus on the haze in the air while you disappeared into another room. you came back a few moments later, holding a small case of needles, disinfecting wipes and jewelry.

“so, you’re very sure about this?” you asked as you sat beside him, spreading your supplies on the coffee table.

“yeah, i’m sure..” mark swallowed the lump in his throat. “i just don’t know what to get pierced.”

you looked at him for a second, then nodded. “alright, let me help you decide.” you scooted closer, grabbing his face, turning it from side to side as you inspected it.

your fingers on his skin made him more flustered than he’d like to admit, and he was sure that the heat rising to his face was noticeable. he couldn’t help but stare at you while you were so close, watching your wide eyes scan him.

“hmm,” you mumbled, slowly letting go of his face. “nose piercing.”

mark blinked, his mind taking a moment to catch up. “a nose piercing..?”

“mhm, it suits you,” you nodded as you grabbed your case of needles. “but if you don’t want a hole on your face, that’s fine. we can do your ears-“

“-no a nose piercing sounds good,” mark sat up straighter, nodding. he didn’t want to seem indecisive in front of you - not when you were giving him this much attention.

you smiled at his sudden enthusiasm, and picked up a fake nose ring and a mirror. “try this on first, see if you like how it looks.”

mark took the ring and mirror, ignoring how shaky his hands felt. he awkwardly held the ring up to his nose as he looked into the mirror. he thought he looked.. alright. there wasn’t as much as a difference as much as he’d like - but if you thought that it suited him, maybe he could trust that.

“well?” you asked, tilting your head.

he looked back at you, handing over your things. “i think it’s fine.”

“fine?” you grinned. “you look cool, trust me.”

mark chuckled nervously, fidgeting with his sleeves. “okay, let’s do it.”

you cleaned the area with a disinfectant wipe before pulling out a fresh needle and small nose ring from your kit, turning back to mark. “alright, this won’t hurt much. just a pinch.”

mark nodded, shifting nervously on the couch, trying to prepare himself as you moved closer to him.

“here,” you said, gently placing two fingers on his chin, guiding his face towards you. “stay still for me, okay?”

your closeness made it difficult for mark to focus. he could feel your breath, warm against his skin. and the smell of weed and vanilla scented perfume that always stuck to your clothes took over his senses.

his first instinct was to look directly at you - your eyes, your lips - but he quickly moved his gaze down to your hand instead, trying to keep his mind from wandering.

“don’t worry, i’ve done this a lot,” you reassured him, brushing a stray hair off of his face before your fingers returned to his chin.

mark felt a blush creeping up his neck. he glanced down at the coffee table, your bag, at the posters on your walls - anywhere but at your face or the way your body was leaning in. he gulped, feeling how you were aligning the needle.

“ready?” you asked, your voice soft.

he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut for a brief second before opening them quickly again when he realised how silly that looked. you pressed the needle through his nose, making mark wince slightly out of shock - but before he could fully register the pain, it was over.

“there, all done,” you said, your fingers lingering on his face as you fixed the small hoop in place. “that wasn’t too bad, right?”

mark exhaled, finally looking at you in the eyes as you leaned back. “yeah.. it wasn’t too bad.”

he reached up to touch the new piercing, still avoiding to look at you for too long. his face was warm, and he could still feel the ghost on your fingers on his cheek. his heart was pounding in his ear, but he kept his cool - after all, you had a boyfriend.

you smiled at him, clearly pleased. “told you it’d suit you. you look good, mark.”

good? mark pushed down the fluttering feeling he had in his chest, clearing his throat. “thanks..”

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during your next tutoring session, mark fidgeted with his new piercing, still getting used to how it felt. his eyes kept going back to you as you sat across him, completely focused on the problem he gave you.

“what else can i do?” he asked, breaking the silence. you glanced up, raising an eyebrow. mark cleared his throat, quickly blurting out, “to.. you know, change.”

you frowned, shaking your head. “mark, you really don’t need to do anything. you’re fine just the way you are.”

mark sighed, a little frustrated. “i know- you keep saying that.. but i want to do more.”

“well, it’s really not about how you look.” you paused, scanning him up and down. “but you need to start putting yourself out there. like, talk to people.”

mark blinked as he repeated your words. “talk to people?” he could barely talk to you without stuttering every few sentences, what made you think that he would be good enough to talk to other people? “how do i do that?”

you laughed softly, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “well, you’re already talking to me. all you need is a group of people to hang out with.”

mark looked up, meeting your eyes. “can i- can i hang out with you..?”

the words fell out of his mouth before he could even catch it. as soon as it did, he could feel his heart sinking. you could easily reject this idea - after all, you didn’t know each other that long.

he started to regret asking this question, feeling a bead of sweat run down his cheek. stupid. why did he ask that?

but then, to his surprise, he saw a smile form on your face. “sure,” you said casually, completely unaware of how he was spiralling. “i mean- the only person i really hang out with is my boyfriend, but i’m sure he’s fine with it. you can come with us, no big deal.”

mark nodded, trying to hide his relief. of course it was a big deal.

he was one step closer to actually having friends in college. even though mark had been meeting you for about three months, you only ever saw each other for tutoring sessions - which became less frequent recently.

sure, being a third wheel in your hangouts with your boyfriend might suck for a while, but if it meant having a friend? anything was better than drowning in textbooks as everyone else seemed to have their own lives.

this was his chance to get out of that - and he was going to take it.

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mark found himself hanging out with you and your boyfriend, tagging along in outings or ‘study sessions’ - which always started focused but would eventually lead to the both of you high, leaving mark awkwardly sitting in the middle of laughter and clouds of smoke. but he didn’t mind.

you lit a joint, inhaling deeply before passing it over to your boyfriend, who took it without a word. “want one?” you offered mark, turning to him.

“uh, no thanks,” he replied.

“suit yourself,” you said as you leaned back, smoke falling lazily from your lips.

your boyfriend was nice enough, trying his best to get along with mark, but there was always a distance there. mark could sense the slight discomfort whenever you invited him along. still, your boyfriend tried to hide it, clearly making an effort to be respectful and not push your new friend away.

still, it wasn’t all bad. in fact, there was a moment that felt.. a little different from the rest. like when you and mark were in the middle of your usual tutor sessions.

he was explaining a new concept to you, one that you managed to understand and focus on for a while - until mark’s phone lit up with a notification, revealing his wallpaper which had a character from your favourite series.

“wait, you watch the show?” you asked, your eyes lighting up as you pointed to his phone.

mark blinked, cutting his explanation short. “yeah.. you know it?”

“know it? dude- that’s like my favourite thing to see when i’m high,” you said with a grin, leaning closer. “i watch it all the time.”

mark chuckled. “seriously? i didn’t know you liked stuff like this.”

“it has a good plot, what can i say?” you said as you tucked your legs onto the chair. “plus, that show is hilarious when you’re baked.”

he couldn’t help but smile - it was rare to find someone who was interested in the same, niche things he did. and now, here you were, talking about it like it was the most normal thing in the world.

the two of you spent the next hour geeking over the show - talking about your favourite episodes, characters and moments that had you both on the floor.

at some point, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through screenshots of your favourite scenes, laughing as you shared them with him.

and that’s when it hit mark.

he was starting to like you. not just because you enjoyed the same things as him or actually took the time to get to know him - but you never made him feel like he had to be someone else around you.

you made him feel like a person, someone that didn’t need to change.

mark felt his heart clench. he pushed his feelings down, reminding himself that you had a boyfriend. but as he spent more time with you, it became harder to ignore. he was falling for you - slowly, without meaning to.

he glanced at you, still laughing at a clip on your phone, and mark could feel his heart racing. while he could pass off his feelings for you as a ‘simple crush’, the truth was far from that.

he wanted to be around you more, he wanted to make you smile, he wanted to make you laugh, he wanted to be the one that would hear you talk about random things that happened in your day, he wanted to be by your side, helping you with whatever you need.

but you’re taken, he reminded himself. no matter how much he tried to shove his feelings down, they kept bubbling up. and the more he denied them, the stronger they grew.

still, he kept quiet. for now, he was your friend, and he was happy with that - or at least that’s what he told himself.

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a few months passed, and in that time, mark gained more confidence - both in his appearance and in himself.

he started working out more, hoping that it would distract him from the feelings he had for you. while he did get healthier, one thing never changed: his massive crush on you.

he would always feel guilty when his heart raced whenever you spent time together, after all, you were in a relationship. but it was especially hard to suppress his feelings when you were sitting next to him, looking at him with twinkling eyes.

“do you understand?” mark looked up from his notebook.

you nodded, your attention moving back to your paper when suddenly - your phone buzzed.

you glanced at it, your expression changing as you read the notification. mark noticed the change immediately - you sat up straighter, your fingers gripping your phone more tighter than before.

“what’s wrong?” mark asked, frowning.

you took in a deep breath, turning your phone to show him a message you got on instagram.

“my friend just sent me this,” you clicked on the photo, and mark’s heart sank as he saw your boyfriend, sitting in the cafeteria with another girl - kissing her.

you stood up abruptly, pushing your chair back with a scrape. “i need to go,” you muttered, already halfway out the door.

“wait- where are you going?” mark called out, grabbing his jacket as he followed you out of the building.

“to the cafeteria,” you choked out, wiping tears with the back of your hand.

by the time you arrived, your hands were trembling. sure enough, there he was - your boyfriend, his arms around a girl in the middle of the busy cafeteria, completely oblivious to the world around him. rage and heartbreak hit you at once, and before you could stop yourself, you were shouting across the room.

“are you kidding me?”

heads turned, but at this point, you didn’t care. your boyfriend looked up, his face shocked before it turned into something.. detached. “oh come on, like you’re not cheating on me with mark?” he shot back, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

your eyes widened. “what the hell are you talking about? i’ve never cheated on you.”

“right,” he snorted, leaning into the girl next to him. “you’re always hanging out with him and talking to him like he’s the only one in the room. i’m not stupid.”

you were seething, tears brimming in your eyes. “i’ve been loyal to you- every single second of this relationship. i would never do that to you. but clearly, you don’t think the same.”

his smirk faded, but you didn’t wait for him to respond. you left, leaving him and his excuses behind.

mark followed you, but he didn’t say anything. you turned to him, your face stained with tears. “i can’t be in public right now,” you mumbled, your voice breaking.

he nodded, allowing you to lead him back to your dorm. soon enough, you slammed the door open, frantically searching your drawers for something. mark watched, his chest tightening when he realised what you were looking for - your stash of weed.

he stepped forward, placing his hand over yours. “that’s not a good idea.”

you sniffed, curling up into a ball. “but i don’t know what to do, it hurts.”

mark froze. he’s never been in a position where he had to comfort someone. but he knew one thing - the sight of you, broken and vulnerable, made his heart ache.

he sat beside you on the floor, his arms hesitating for a moment before wrapping around your shoulders. you leaned into him, letting out a shaky breath as you sobbed quietly into his chest.

“i don’t get it,” you whispered, clutching his shirt. “i thought he loved me.”

mark closed his eyes, his mind racing - but now wasn’t the time for his own feelings. right now, you needed comfort.

he rested his chin on top of your head, holding you tighter. “i’m so sorry,” he muttered. “you deserve much more than him.”

“i feel so stupid,” you said, your voice muffled by his shoulder. you stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, the sounds of your sobs filling the room.

eventually, you pulled back slightly, wiping the trails of tears on your face. “sorry about that. i probably look horrible right now,” you mumbled, letting out a sad laugh. “i’m not a pretty crier.”

mark frowned, his thumb gently brushing the tears that were on your cheek. “that’s not true,” he said softly. “you’re always beautiful.”

you blinked, your tear-filled eyes widening just a bit. “you don’t have to say that-“

“-i mean it,” mark interrupted. his eyes softened, his hand still resting on your cheek. “and you don’t have to apologise for feeling hurt. none of this is your fault.”

for a second, you just stared at him, his words sinking in. you wiped your face again, giving a weak smile. “thank you, mark. i’m so lucky to have you.”

mark’s hand finally dropped from your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. “yeah,” he said quietly. “lucky.”

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weeks passed since that night and you had officially dumped your trash of a boyfriend. even though the wound was still fresh, mark noticed something.. different about you.

you were smiling more, laughing more.

you were always fun to be around, but now.. you were glowing - in a way that made it impossible for mark to ignore his feelings.

he knew it was wrong - he was supposed to be your friend, not falling for you. but as much as he tried to keep it together, jealousy would creep up from time to time

whenever you two hung out, guys would approach you - asking for your number, trying to get your attention or just flirting boldly.

you always declined, never showing much interest, but mark couldn’t help but feel jealous flare up within him. it was irrational, he knew that. he was just your friend, not your boyfriend. yet, the idea of you being with someone else ate him alive.

it didn’t help that the two of you had a weekly routine - after every tutoring session, you’d curl up together to watch your favourite comfort show. it became your thing, something that mark cherished more than he’d like to admit.

during one of your usual nights, he glanced over at you, sitting comfortably beside him. “why do you always turn them down?” he blurted out, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

“huh?” you looked at him, confused. “turn who down?”

mark cleared his throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “the guys.. i mean- every time we hang out, someone would hit on you, and you always reject them..” he hesitated, unsure of how to continue. “..i just wondered why.”

you chuckled softly, leaning back into the couch. “they’re not my type,” you said, shrugging.

“w- what is your type then?” he blinked, his curiosity got to the better of him.

you raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as you leaned closer. “you.”

mark froze, his brain short-circuiting for a second. you? did you just..? his face flushed instantly and he opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. his mind scrambled to come up with something coherent, but all he could think about was the way your words made his heart skip several beats.

you laughed, clearly amused. “relax, mark,” you said with a grin, moving away and focusing on the TV. “i’m just messing with you.”

he chuckled awkwardly, running his fingers through his hair. “right.”

but after you returned back to the show, there was only one question that stuck to the back of his mind:

what if you weren’t just joking?

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rumours began to flood in not long after you broke up with your ex. you and mark had always spent time together, but now that you were single, people seemed to notice more - and they definitely had opinions.

“she broke up with the hottie just to hang out with him?”

“guess she was cheating with that loser the whole time.”

it didn’t take long for the whispers to reach the both of you, and you could see how much it was affecting mark. he was used to insults being thrown his way, but now that they were dragging you into it? it felt worse.

as you and mark were grabbing coffee after a tutoring session, a couple of girls at the next table were whispering loud enough for you to hear.

“she just dumped her boyfriend and now she’s with him? what a slut.”

you saw mark’s face tighten as he overheard, his fists clenching. the rumours didn’t bother you as much as him, but it pained you to see how upset he was.

“let’s go,” you muttered, grabbing your coffee as you motioned him to follow you.

as you walked outside, mark seemed quieter than usual, his shoulders slumped. he glanced at you, looking away quickly, his jaw clenched. “i’m sorry.”

you frowned, tilting your head. “for what?”

“people keep saying stuff about you because of me,” mark kept his eyes fixed on the ground. “you don’t deserve to have people spreading rumours like that.”

you stopped walking, grabbing his arm. “mark, stop. this has nothing to do with you, okay? people just talk for the sake of talking.”

mark’s eyes softened. as much as he wanted to believe that you didn’t care what people thought, but he couldn’t shake off the guilt. it wasn’t fair to you. you deserved more than what he could offer, and as much as he hated your ex, at least people respected you when you were with him.

in the days after that, mark tried his best to act normal. but he thought about the whispers every time you were together. whenever someone glanced your way or made an offhand comment, it felt like a punch to the gut.

you on the other hand, brushed off all the remarks, giving him a smile when he started to look too worried. but even then, he felt guilty.

without realising it at first, mark started to.. distance himself from you. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around you - it was far from that. he just didn’t know how to deal with the guilt gnawing at him.

he’d watch you from across the lecture hall, a strange feeling twisting in his stomach. you would wave at him, but instead of feeling happy, it only made him feel worse. the thought of being the reason of why people started rumours about you haunted him.

sometimes, you would text him, asking if he wanted to hang out like dozens of times before. mark stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the send button.

he wanted to say yes. he always wanted to say yes.

but instead, he typed out: sorry, not today. got a lot of work to do.

it was a lie, but he convinced himself that distancing himself from you was the best move - it would save you from gossip, from judgement.

but you noticed his weird behaviour.

at your next tutoring session, he barely looked at you. instead of cracking your inside jokes or teaching you topics with excitement, mark kept his head down, focusing too much on the textbook in front of him.

“did i do something wrong?” you asked, frowning.

hearing the hurt in your voice made his chest tighten. the last thing he wanted was for you to think that this was your fault. “no,” he said quickly, too quickly.

“then what is it?” you leaned forward, your eyes narrowing. “you’ve been avoiding me. we don’t hang out anymore, and even if we do, you’re quiet.”

mark hesitated, trying to find the right words. how could he explain that every time you defended him or stood by his side, it made him feel worse? how could he tell you that you being around him was hurting your social life and he couldn’t stand to see people talking about you that way?

“i don’t think you should hang out with me anymore,” mark sighed, his face in his hands. “i’m only ruining your reputation.”

“ruining my reputation?” you paused, looking at him with genuine confusion. “mark, i don’t care about stupid shit like that. i hang out with you because i want to.”

mark gulped, his throat tight as he processed your words. “..i just don’t get why you still want to be friends with me.”

“i’m not going to stop being friends with you because people are talking,” you shook your head. “you’re important to me. i don’t care about them- i care about you.”

the way you said it so casually, like it was obvious, made mark feel a lot better than he thought it would. it wasn’t something that he was used to, and he didn’t know how to respond.

over the next few weeks, the two of you began to hang out again, returning back to your lame jokes, late-night movie marathons and study sessions. it was like nothing had changed, but at the same time, everything felt different. mark was relaxed around you again, but there was still an underlying tension that neither of you acknowledged.

sometimes, you would catch yourself looking at him longer than usual, noticing things you didn’t before - the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, how his hair fell messily over his forehead whenever he explained something to you or how he always shifted his posture when he got nervous.

maybe it was because mark had been there during your breakup, but you knew there was something more than that.

you found yourself thinking about him at random moments, wondering what he was doing or feeling. every time he laughed, warmth would spread through your chest - and you liked the sound a lot more than you’d like to admit, but you weren’t sure why you were feeling this way.

until one night.

it was a particularly long tutoring session and the both of you had been stressed over an exam. once mark finished explaining a difficult question, you leaned back with a sigh of relief.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” you grinned.

mark glanced at you before quickly looking away. “you’d do just fine,” he mumbled, clearly flustered by the compliment.

you didn’t know why, but in that moment, it suddenly clicked. the way his face flushed whenever you praised him, how kind he had always been to you, how he was always there when you were down, and how safe you felt around him.

for the first time since your break up, you started to wonder if the person meant for you was in front of your face all along. sure, you didn’t know if the way he acted was because he liked you or it was his social awkwardness shining, but you knew one thing.

you were starting to fall for mark lee.

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you groaned, walking beside mark as you left the exam hall. “i’m definitely failing that.”

mark chuckled, glancing at you with a soft smile. “come on, it wasn’t that bad. we went through some questions like that, right?”

“yeah, but the questions we did were for college students, not astronauts,” you muttered.

mark laughed. “guess we’re like- intergalactic geniuses.”

“you are so lame,” you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the smile forming on your face. as stressful as the exam was, mark would always try to make things better. he just had that kind of presence, the kind that made everything a little easier to handle.

he looked around for a second, trying to gauge your mood before turning back to you. “so.. movie night?”

“you don’t even need to ask,” you smirked, dragging him over to your dorm before he could say anything.

you kicked off your shoes and immediately threw yourself onto the comfort of your own couch, mark following close behind. he set up the movie without asking what to watch, already knowing your favourite shows by heart.

the weeks after your exams passed in a blur. unsurprisingly, the both of you did well - what else could you expect from someone as smart and focused as mark? his tutoring really paid off, even if it felt like you barely survived the questions.

with the stress of exams gone, you and mark had more free time to try new things. movie nights turned into cafe hopping, and tutoring sessions turned into karaoke. you even had time to get new piercings - on your ears and tongue.

mark was still awkward at times, still shy when you complimented him. but the both of you had gotten really comfortable around each other, talking about random things that happened throughout your day.

it felt like you were seeing him for who he was. it wasn’t just that he was smart or kind, there was something deeper than that - and maybe that was what pulled you to him.

after a long day, the both of you entered your dorm, carrying bags filled with different snacks. you needed more food and mark brought you to a really nice convenient store with chips and sweets you’ve never seen before.

your favourite show played in the background as you sprawled out on the couch, resting your head against the armrest as mark sat at the opposite end, quietly scrolling through his phone.

you looked at him, noticing how he was awkwardly fidgeting, his eyes glanced at you every few seconds before shifting away again. it was almost.. cute how nervous he was.

you moved closer to him, close enough to where your arms brushed against each other, sending a small jolt of electricity up your arms. you could hear the way his breath hitched in his throat as you turned to him.

“mark,” you spoke, your voice soft in the quiet room. “why do you always look away when i get close to you?”

mark’s face turned red, and for a second, he seemed too flustered to speak. “i.. i don’t,” he stammered, his eyes darting to your lips before looking down at his lap. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“you just did it,” you chuckled. “am i that ugly to look at?”

“no-“ mark shook his head vigorously, his heart pounding in his ear. “it’s just hard to focus when your so close,” he gulped.

you raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on your face as you shifted closer, your knees touching his. “why’s that?”

mark fidgeted nervously, still not looking at you. “it’s.. i’m not used to being this close with someone,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

you bit your lip, trying to stop the laugh threatening to escape your lips. “well, you should get used to it, mark. i’m not going anywhere.”

his face grew impossibly red, and when he finally looked at you, his gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips, before he quickly looked away again.

“i don’t think i’ll ever get used to it,” he said, his voice strained. “not when it’s with you.”

you leaned back slightly, your eyes widening in surprise. “what do you mean?”

mark hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before forcing himself to speak. “i mean- you’re not just anyone to me,” he muttered, playing with the edge of shirt.

your heart skipped a beat as his words sank in. while you weren’t sure if he actually liked you, hearing it from him made your chest have a fluttering feeling.

“you’ve been more than just a friend to me for a while now..” he turned to you as he ran his fingers through his hair. “but i never said anything because.. well- you had a boyfriend and i didn’t want to ruin things between us.”

“i..” you whispered. “i thought you were just-“

“-awkward?” mark finished for you, laughing nervously. “yeah, that too.”

you looked at him, a little shocked. the man, who always supported you, taught you, was patient with you, actually liked you? everything was falling into place a lot better that you’d thought.

however, mark took your silence as a sign of rejection, stumbling over his words. “it’s fine if you don’t like me, i just-“

“-mark,” you interrupted, putting your hand on his shoulder. “it’s okay.”

he froze, his eyes meeting yours. for a moment, the two of you stared at each other, the silence growing heavier with each second. the only thing you could hear was the noise from the tv, and even then, it started to fade away.

“have you-“ you took in a deep breath, hesitating before you spoke. “have you ever.. kissed someone before?”

he blinked, his entire body tensing at the question. “i uh- i’ve never..”

“do you want to?”

mark’s breath caught in his throat, and you could see the nervous excitement flash in his eyes. yet, his face flushed with embarrassment as he spoke. “..but i don’t have a lot of experience.”

you giggled softly. “that’s okay,” you whispered, leaning in a little closer, your lips barely inches away from his. “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

mark’s heart pounded in his chest, and for a while, he didn’t move. he wanted to - desperately, but what if he messed it up? what if he wasn’t as good as you expected?

but then, in that moment, he realised that this is what he wanted. he wanted you. even if he didn’t know exactly what he was doing, he wanted to try.

“i.. i do,” he whispered.

you smiled, your hands cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing softly against his skin. “then let me show you,” you said.

you leaned in, slowly, giving mark all the time in the world to pull away if he wanted. but he didn’t. instead, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours.

it was slow and careful, almost hesitant - but you didn’t rush him. you let him find his rhythm, your lips moving gently against his, guiding him.

the kiss deepened slightly, and mark’s breath hitched as your tongue brushed against his, the cool metal of your piercing surprising him. he let out a small gasp as he pulled back. “you have a-“

“a piercing?” you said, showing your tongue just a bit. “sorry, i forgot to tell you.”

mark blinked, looking at your tongue then back at your eyes. “i- it’s fine.. i just didn’t expect it.”

you smiled, finding his reaction adorable. “want to try again?”

he nodded, this time more eagerly. the second kiss felt different - still gentle, but now he was more curious. his hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer.

the coolness of your piercing made him shiver, but he didn’t move away. instead, he leaned into the kiss, like he wanted to explore more.

there was something sweet and innocent about the way he kissed you, like he was trying to memorise every second, every sensation.

you let out a small hum of approval, running your fingers through his hair, encouraging to relax a little more. you could feel him melting beneath your touch, his shoulders relaxing as your bodies pressed against each other.

you tilted your head slightly, guiding him without pushing. the way his lips moved became more confident as his fingers brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

when the both of you pulled back, breathless, mark’s brown eyes were wide - his lips parted as he looked at you like he was still processing everything that just happened, like he couldn’t believe it was real.

“was that better?” you whispered.

mark’s cheeks turned into a bright red, his face warm as he gave a small nod. “y-yeah i think i’m starting to get used to it,” he muttered, glancing at your lips again.

“i’m glad,” you grinned, tracing your thumb against his cheek as your heart fluttered. “cause there’s gonna be a lot more coming.”

his eyes softened, his nervousness fading a little more. “i can’t focus when i’m with you,” he said with a shy laugh.

you tilted your head, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “maybe i’m trying to distract you.”

“well, you’re doing a good job,” he admitted, his words spreading warmth through you. he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that this was real - that you were here, with him, and not some dream he was about to wake up from.

“…i didn’t know you had a tongue piercing,” he said, his lips still tingling from the kiss.

you laughed softly. “yeah, i got it recently. what do you think?”

“i like it,” mark smiled, resting his hand on top of yours. “a lot,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

any and all feedback appreciated <3

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richdesire · 1 year ago

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hihi jay! hope u are having a delightful start of ur week so far ❤︎ sending u gud vibez!

hi nini beloved!! i’m smiling right now seeing u in my asks 🤭 i hope u also have a wonderful week ahead beautiful 🩷

#jaymail #nini ♡

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zelldove · 1 year ago

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i was going to make a myspace joke about how you should be able to add music to your page (because lets be honest, would jazz up any social media) & HOLY CANNOLI THERES AN OPTION FOR IT

i will be abusing my right of this & sharing my shitty wonderful music taste & vibez <33

now lets just hope we don’t bring back any “best friend” list/ranking system like myspace had …

anyways, starting off song because it’s the song that’s playing currently & it’s soothing x

#lovejoy #wilbur soot #my music #myspace #i’m not even old enough to have experienced myspace lmao #playlist #spotify #social media

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leonskennedyismother · 2 years ago

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I Drank Again.

Like Im not drunk but something funny happened. Peep the Bi title cuz Pride month is the best but I hope it gets warmer ANYWAYS…

So earlier I was out with my friends (well not rlly but theyre slowly growing on me.) and like we were looking for a bar. So we find this rlly small one and were like “Its so loud and theres no one” so this gorgeous girl (shes a bartender so hot ik) is like “Wanna check the vibe?” n were like sure? Like mad confused cuz it was empty. Anyways she brings us to the bathroom and opens a SECRET door and we get in there n its packed. Which vibez but also it was a gay bar which like not the vibez cuz its definitely a girls night but also its not cuz I was dressed so like “omg I just got back from the supermarket.” WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT I DID BEFORE MEETING THEM. Anyways one of the girls said “its giving orgy vibez” n she was so right!!

OKAYYY thats it luv u guys gn!!!!

#ranting

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forabetterlifethanthis · 2 years ago

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2. Things Can Only Get Better

Things can only get better. Never say ‘things can only get better’. When you say ‘things can only get better’, you are supplicating yourself to the whims of the gods of ironic fate. This morning, I thought ‘things can only get better’. My naïve self from 12 hours ago, how wrong you are. Things can always get worse. And when you tempt that sadistic fate, you can only expect one outcome.

The intrepid I sets out on my second day of life assurance, with hope and positivity abundant. Five hours in hospital, and I laugh at myself. Because it would be risible if it weren’t so miserable.

Day at the fun house: after many a scan, much a prodding and doctors attempting to mollify my moronic insistence that there is something that can be done when nothing can be done.

I am often told to look for the positives. There are always positives. You can unentangle a positive out of any situation if you try hard enough. I did have to try hard. Positivity is not a trait that comes easily. I have, I feel with a modicum of justification, a fuck off attitude towards the world. I know that doesn’t do me any good, yet it’s an easy way to feel. But, I did it and found a positive. Shame that I have forgotten what it was. Something about a diagnosis. Knowing things is always good. Ensconcing myself in sumptuous supercilious knowledge as a way to compensate for my physical decrepitude has become a way of life for me. Do I sound like a pretentious twat? Yes. Am I a pretentious twat? Yes. Do I care that I’m a pretentious twat? Yes. Why lie?

The cause of my visual implosion and swirling blurring lights in my head is a very simple little thing. Two words that filled me with a visceral bile. Retinal detachment. I echo the words now and an insidious nails-on-blackboard sensation runs down my spine. I knew my retina was rather upset after all the surgery that I’ve had done to it in treating my arch mushroom enemy, invasive fungal candidiasis. Don’t get me started about mushrooms. My retina in my old bad eye was detached when I was nine, for reasons undisclosed. Essentially, it blinded the eye. It’s really not two words that fill you with pozitive vibez innit.

Fuck, mushroom are in my head now. I enjoy dismembering mushrooms as an act of vengeance towards the funging fuckgus. I predict that the next global pandemic will be a fungus infection. And we have no effective antifungal treatments. Anyway, the fungus issue is a huge part of my fall from grace and I am sure that I will come back to it in more detail at a later date. If you’re unlucky. Today is about today. And today was a bad, bad, bad, bad day for me.

Retinal detachment. That’s what I have and, to simplify it for you, I have to make the decision whether to live with psychosis-inducing flashing or blindness. Hmm, what a decision to have to make. I wonder what you would choose. I would genuinely be intrigued to know which you would choose. Debilitating pain or painless debilitation. I have nothing against blind people, in fact I am in absolute awe in the way that they obviate problems and live high quality lives. Blindness is not for me. Conscious darkness terrifies me. I don’t want it. Am I allowed to say that? That I would rather not live than live blind? Is it a horrible thing to say? These are all questions that I don’t know the answers to. But, as always, it is my truth. I hope that you can at least respect and accept that.

However, I promised myself time and time is what I shall indulge myself in, secure in the knowledge that there is a way out. I know when I say things like that it secretes a repugnant feeling within you. You’ll get used to it. Or you won’t. To be honest, I’ve had a shit day and I don’t particularly care right now. I probably will tomorrow, but today is today and tomorrow is tomorrow. Anyhow, it is the pain that is the life for me for now. Maybe I’ll get used to it. Or I won’t. We will see (get it).

So today really wasn’t the way I wanted to start this little journey of mine. My mental fortitude went down the toilet of mental fortitude very quickly when I received the diagnosis. I did the only macho, manly, masculine thing to do and burst into tears in front of three middle-aged male doctors. Once upon a time I might have cared, but with each day that goes past, I give a couple of shits fewer.

Is there hope? There’s always hope! Except for my left eye. I think lefty has run its course and I intend to leave it to happily flash away. If it wants to flash, let it flash. Flashing isn’t illegal. But there’s always hope! (except when there isn’t). However, I do have a right eye which currently is as ineffectual as, oh I really can’t be fucked to think of an apposite metaphor. You’ve had enough from me today anyway.

I need to end this in a positive fashion. I feel I’ve drifted to my natural domain of nihilism and sark. I’ll awake the scampish quaint within me and end with an incredibly meaningful inspirational quote.

“You have to look through the rain to see the rainbow”

Oh the irony.

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dawllick · 2 years ago

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HELLO okay so I did this back when malignant came out on HBO Max and I forgot to finish it near the end of the movie and then forget to publish it. Anywho, here are my thoughts 🌸

Malignant Spoilers bc I gotta watch this shit

SPOILERS AHEAD

Okay the beginning seems like a bunch of bad d level horror movies

What the fuck are these opening credits James wan do you have a hard on for the hannibal opening

She pregnant…that baby gonna die I just know it

Why….why is the husband watching tv in the bedroom….OH HES A DICK hope the malignant thing gets him

Oh nooooooooo

Home girl got some zoey deschanel

Why does this house look familiar

The nasty man about to get got??????? 👀

This shit would be spoopy in theaters

OH SHIT WHAT????? He GOT GOT GOT BUT LIKE BY WHAT

I’m still theorizing it’s the woman and the Visions is her just experiencing it-

Wait what

Snbdndnsnsjsnjs ITS A WIG BODYSUIT

Aw shit my girl done been knocked down again :(

i TOLD YALL

Mmmmnoooow noooh noOoOOOOOH NAWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOHHHHHHBHH

Oh fuck hot cop I am looking disrespectfully

Fuck Derek tho

Shdjjsjsjs the way she said motive. She said it italicized ajdbsjbdjdnd

Girl like fuck ur home it has such bad vibez

Sis ur new roommate sucks- OH SICK OVERHEAD SHOT

The shadow thing is Gabriel right? I wanna see shadow Gabriel make a pb&j at 2 am

Sis this isn’t home alone you cannot booby trap it just move make it some dumb family with father centric issues problem

Sydney is that bitch and I love her

“Sydney I’m adopted” *choirs and synths grow super loud out of nowhere*

Oh no… bby just turn the lights back on

This is not a spooky movie I take back earlier statement

Was that doctor messing with genetics??????????

Who did the music for this movie, I’m not asking in a nice way

SICK TRANSITION

So like main girl and bad guy gotta be siblings right

??????????i mean I guess arts and crafts time

Why

She-

Oh no….that was kind of hot oh no

#I FORGOT I DID THIS #anywho here’s my thoughts that I managed to write down about malignant lmao #also I need to rewatch it as a treat lmaooo

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izzy-is-chaotic · 2 years ago

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My friend helped me come with these!

Her favorite food is strawberry-honey tarts, bc hummingbirds love sugar and stuff.

She constantly references vine memes. Like, if she saves a car or smth, “Road work ahead, uh yeah, I sure hope it does!”

Or she’d put her own spidey-twist on them

“I’m usin me mums webs, swing swing.”

“I swung to Burger King, then a swung away from Burger King~”

She has speed powers.

Her little brother knows! I feel like what would happen is that she’d swing back into her bedroom window, but right as she’s doing that her little brother walks in to tell her dinners ready or smth like that, and he’s like “omg my sister’s spider woman?! I can’t wait to tell-“ but Izzy sprints across the room and is like “you shut the heck up if you know what’s good for you and this family, do you understand?” Or something along those lines, and just he like nods. But he tries to help his sister when he can!

Her webs are blue! Just for the Vibez~

GUYS.

GUYS LOOK AT MY SPIDERSONA.

RIGHT NOW.

SHE’S BASED OFF A HUMMINGBIRD AND I LOVE HER.

#izzyischaotic #the humming spider #spidersona

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fruityfourgalore · 2 years ago

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😔

#i feel anxious and annoyed and low and tired and frayed and calloused and fake and lost and right here and hopeless and hopeful and #crowed and lonely and jaded and sad and #i wanna go home #but I am home #and idk anything anymore #and I hate my 30s #and im having the toddlers tantrum of a ramble in tags rn #and idc #i am feeling a lot and i gotta get it out #tbd probs #*brooke davis’ I’m Stuck speech* vibez

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formula1neverleft · 3 years ago

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Complete Mess - Daniel Ricciardo - Chapter 2

Read part 1 here!

Masterlist

Pairing: DrummerAU!Daniel x female!Reader

Summary: After a bad break-up, your friends drag you to a bar in search of a rebound hook-up. When you cross paths with a certain tattooed drummer in a local band, he seems like just the guy for the job

Warnings: swearing, drinking, reader is BIG DUMB in this one lmao, Daniel being secC as always, kissing (kind of haha)

Author’s note: finally chapter 2, yay!! Sorry it took me a while, uni has been kicking my ass lately. Gonna start a tag list for this one, so message me if you want to be added! Also I changed the header bc I decided the last one didn’t fit the *vibez* yk

Based on the song Complete Mess by 5SOS, give it a listen if you want :)) Feedback is very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

Words: 4k

Chapter 2: This evanescence always fleeting like a flame

It was no surprise that Lily had managed to drag the two of you through the crowd of people so that you could stand right at the stage. She had clasped your hand like her life depended on it, knowing that if she didn’t, you would gladly stay in your comfortable little booth. Alex was nowhere to be seen, and you silently cursed him for flying under Lily’s radar because she was so focused on getting you laid. Luckily, you’d managed to grab another drink before Lily abducted you, and you quickly downed about half of it, hoping that it would help with the awkward – I have no idea what to do with my hands – phase of the concert.

You turned your attention to the band, noticing their lead singer and guitarist who you hadn’t met. After a quick Instagram investigation, as per Lando’s suggestion, you’d found out that their names were scotty and Michael. You could tell many girls would go crazy over these guys, both more ‘conventionally’ handsome than Daniel, but neither really your type. As soon as the thought crossed your mind, you focused on the drum set that was set up at the back of the stage. Daniel was already there, making some last-minute adjustments to his drums, looking so serious and concentrated that it made your brows screw together in intrigue, as Scotty began introducing them and hyping the crowd up to the best of his abilities.

“I can tell you’re into him you know” Lily whispered in your ear next to you with a smirk.

“Lily, remember what I told you about needing a break with relationships?”

“Who said anything about a relationship?” she answered smugly, “come on, I know you must be sexually frustrated after Nick, let’s be real, you should have dumped his ass after you found out he wasn’t into giving head-“

“Lily!” you gave her a slight push as a final warning to stop talking. Luckily, the band started their first song, the sound coming from the speakers just a few feet away from you finally succeeding in shutting Lily up. You downed the remainder of your drink as you shook your head at her a final time and focused on the music instead.

They were good, you had to admit. Scotty was made for the front man role, his voice perfect for the indie rock vibe they were clearly going for. As Lily and you swayed to the music, her words still lingered in your head. Maybe she had a point, you couldn’t for the life of you remember when you’d had sex that was, you know, good. So perhaps there was no harm in giving it a try with a hot drummer guy? Jesus, listen to yourself, sounding like a desperate groupie or something, you weren’t even sure if he wanted you like that in the first place.

The turmoil inside your head was causing your attention to focus solely on Daniel, sweat visibly dripping from beautiful nose as he drummed his heart out, perfectly illuminated by the subtle stage lights. He looked like heaven.

Suddenly, his eyes caught yours as they transitioned into a slower song, and he flashed what was clearly his trademark smile at you, eyes crinkling and perfect teeth on full display before he focused back on the drums. He put even more into it this time, almost like he wanted to show off now that he knew you were watching. As your conscience dripped back into reality, the short interaction had you feeling way too hot under the lights and in between the dozens of people. When you turned to look for Lily, you noticed Alex had finally appeared too, holding another one of those awful blue cocktails in his hand. Great, this gave you the window of opportunity to make your escape without her noticing, because if this night was really going to end up where it was heading now, you were going to need more alcohol.

Once back at the bar, you chose to abandon the flimsy cocktails and go for shots instead.

About forty-five minutes and 4 shots later, Lily and Alex joined you at the bar, and you could hear the crowd cheer as Scotty thanked them and made his way off the stage, but not before Lando could butt in and plug their Instagram on the mic. Ofcourse.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your little houdini act over there, missy” Lily said in a disappointed tone, “Alex isn’t half as fun of a dance partner as you are”

“Uhm, I’m standing right here, you know” Alex said in disbelief.

“Listen, guys, I had fun and I really enjoyed tonight, but I’m tired…and also drunk because I just had shots on my own for no reason so I think I’m gonna head ho-“

“uh-uh, no way I’m letting you leave without some more shots and some more dancing, I heard the DJ takes requests when he’s drunk enough so we’re dancing to Taylor Swift whether you like it or not, I don’t make the rules”

Though you already wanted nothing more than to be in your bed, you felt bad for turning Lily down after she tried so hard to cheer you up. Without her, you’d still be on your sofa in the same position she found you in earlier today. You gave her a nod, and she clapped her hands excitedly as she ordered some more shots for you.

Things were already starting to blur by the time Lando joined your group of three, clearly bursting from adrenaline from the show, patting Alex on the back and gladly accepting the shot that Lily offered him.

“You weren’t there to catch my drum stick”

The voice coming from behind you made you jump so hard you almost fell from the bar stool as you clutched your chest in surprise. Daniel quickly gripped one of your arms and set you up right again as he apologized, clearly fighting the urge to laugh at you. Smooth, Y/N.

“Yeah sorry, I uh- I got a bit hot, needed a drink” you felt like an idiot as you gestured towards the many empty shot glasses in front of you. You wished the ground would just give way and swallow you whole, because your original plan of getting some liquid courage to aid you in flirting with Daniel was falling apart in front of your very eyes.

Your drunkness was made worse by how exhausted you felt, a combination of the emotions of the last day, the lack of sleep, and the alcohol making it so you had trouble keeping your eyes open, let alone maintain any sort of noteworthy conversation with the man in front of you.

Daniel had changed out of his band tee, too soaked with sweat to justify keeping it on, and had traded it for a simple white one. The contrast between the shirt and his tan skin was so enthralling that you failed to notice that his mouth was moving. Right, he was speaking to you. Shit.

“Don’t worry, I saved you one” he said as he reached into his back pocket and slid a single drum stick over to you on the bar as he took a seat on the stool next to you.

You stared at the drum stick like you’d never seen one before in your life, not knowing how to react to his gesture, before finally collecting yourself and at least making an attempt to match his flirty behavior.

“I should save this and sell it when you guys make it big, huh?”

“When we make it big, I’ll give you more than just a stupid drumstick” he stated firmly as he took a sip from is beer, tossing in a wink for good measure.

“Hmm. You give all the girl you meet at your shows one of these?” you asked as you twirled to drumstick between your fingers. You were sure he would answer with some cheesy line like “only the pretty ones”, but his response caught you somewhat by surprise. He took a long pause before answering.

“No” he set down his bottle and turned his face to yours, eye contact so intense that it made your insides turn…in a good way.

“No, I don’t” was all he said, letting the words marinate between the two of you for a moment before finally tearing his eyes from yours again.

His confident demeanor had your intoxicated and tired brain scrambling to match his assertive tone, and you suddenly felt like you were in way over your head with him. It made you feel small, like there was no way you could ever be interesting enough for a guy like Daniel for him to entertain kissing you, let alone take you home.

If you weren’t even good enough for an asshole like Nick, then Daniel would surely be out of your league. Maybe he was only flirting with you because Lily set him up to it, you wouldn’t put it past her at this point. As the familiar sensation of self-doubt started making its roots inside your mind, you did what you were used to doing, and ran.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna…go to the bathroom”

There wasn’t even time for Daniel to say anything, but you caught a glimpse of his expression before you made your escape. He looked disappointed, confusion clear on his gorgeous face.

You did actually make it to the bathroom, and as you gripped the sides of the sink and took a look at yourself in the mirror, you felt even more drunk than you did before, clearly those last couple of shots that Lily bought you had taken their time to kick in. Okay, you needed to find Lily and tell her you were going home for real this time, making a mental note to never attempt to forget about being broken up with through alcohol ever again. Doing your best to collect yourself, you made your way back to the dancefloor and attempted to locate Lily and Alex. You were stumbling now, and you realized that you were going to need Lily to get you into an Uber safely. Absolutely fantastic.

The helpless feeling that had been slowly building in your chest was threatening to spill over as you pushed through the crowd. You felt dizzy, panic starting to settle in as you tried to find your phone in your pockets to text Lily. When you couldn’t locate it, struggling to move in the dark and crowded bar, you felt tears pricking your eyes, a physical sign of the frustration you felt with yourself.

Out of nowhere, you felt a hand on your shoulder, softly gripping your upper arm and dragging you to the side of the bar. The hand felt alien, and it surely wasn’t Lily, so you were half ready to throw a punch if the stranger had bad intentions with you, two tears now quietly rolling over your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, shhh. It’s me” Daniel grabbed both your shoulders now, turning you to face him so you could see that he wasn’t a threat. You finally calmed down, letting your tense shoulders relax under his hands.

“Come on, let’s get out of here”

Daniel took your hand in his and led you to the exit of the bar. The cold air made you feel instantly better, like a fog being lifted.

“Are you okay?” Daniel asked worryingly as he let go of your hand. You found yourself instantly missing the warmth of his hands on you, even though you’d only just met him, his presence felt as comforting as being next to a friend you’d known for years.

“I’m sorry for being weird, I just…I had a really shitty day and I drank too much and I can’t find my friends and I’m just so fucking tired so-“

“Okay, okay” Daniel stopped you before you could get yourself all worked up again “listen, tell me your address and I’ll get you home safe, okay?”

The idea of finally going home and into your bed seemed like heaven, but you knew you couldn’t just leave without letting Lily know you were okay, so you decided to try and find your phone again. This time, with ample room and the street lighting to aid you, you located it quickly in the pocket of your jacket, but the relief was quickly replaced by distress once again as you felt around for your keys and came up empty handed.

“Shit, my keys, I know I had them, they have to be here-“

Daniel’s eyes followed your frantic hands as you examined every pocket, without any luck.

“Listen, I know the owners here, they’ll find them, and we can come pick them up tomorrow, it’s a lost cause looking now with all those people inside. Text your friend to let them know you’re okay, you can crash at my place” the worried look that he had dawned seconds ago had made way for a content grin, clearly satisfied with his plan. His calmness had rubbed off on you, and suddenly the situation didn’t feel nearly as dire as it did a few minutes ago. You quickly drafted a text to Lily, not really knowing how to explain the situation in a single sentence.

Hey, I lost my keys and Daniel is letting me sleep at his place

I’m good but very tired and drunk and I blame you and your shots (and using Taylor Swift to bribe me when they didn’t even play any of her songs)

Love you Lils, tty tmrw

Good, that should do it. You tucked your phone back in your pocket and smiled at Daniel, letting him know you were ready to go. Expecting him to pull out his phone and order an uber, you were surprised when he just started walking down the street. When he realized you weren’t following him, he turned on his heels and looked at you expectantly.

“Well, you coming? Or do I need to carry you, princess?” he asked as he made a little curtesy bow. The nickname that rolled of his tongue in a teasing tone made you sober up slightly, and you quickly caught up with him, giving his shoulder a soft punch in retaliation.

His apartment was less than 10 minutes from the bar, a narrow building that looked like it had seen better days. Daniel led you up the two flights of stairs before stopping at his door and fumbling with his keys to open the door. It was comical almost, how you’d imagined ending up in this exact situation earlier in the night, only it hadn’t gone exactly the way you’d intended it to. He let you enter first, and you stepped inside hesitantly, taking in your surroundings as you did.

It was…different than you’d expected. On the short walk here, you’d imagined his apartment as a bachelor pad inhabited by a guy in a band, messy and filled with posters, a little like the bar, but the small studio apartment you stood in was nothing like that.

It was neat, dark walls mostly empty except for a small Australian flag that hung in the centre of the wall, the creaky wooden floor making the space feel more warm and homey. A few pictures adorned the small table that doubled as a dining table, and you blindly wandered towards it and picked up one of the frames.

It was a photo of Daniel and his parents; you could tell because he looked so much like his mother that it made you smile fondly. The picture next to it was one of Daniel and a little boy on a bike, both smiling wide at the camera.

“You’re a family guy, huh?” you asked as you gestured towards the pictures.

Daniel took off his jacket and took a few steps towards you. He nodded, but didn’t say anything, and you could tell that talking about his family conjured up certain emotions that he might want to hide from.

“Do you miss it? Home, I mean” you asked as you nodded towards the Australian flag on his wall. Daniel cast his eyes towards the ground as he leaned back against his kitchen island, only a few feet away from you in the small studio.

“Yeah, ofcourse. I left Aus the week I turned eighteen, wanting to make it big in music, you know. I was just a kid back then, happy to be free and independent” he made a sound, like he was mocking his own naivety at the time.

“Looking back at it now, that had to be so hard for my parents, but they let me go, they let me go so I could chase my dreams, I owe them everything”

“They sound like great people” you said as you set the picture back down.

“And they were right, to put their faith in you”

Daniel looked up at you, and he suddenly looked vulnerable in the dark room, the only source of light to illuminate his face being the street lighting outside.

“you’re good. Seeing you on stage tonight…you were born to do this I think, doesn’t matter how many fucking Instagram followers you guys have”

“Lando would disagree” Daniel huffed, but he looked visibly more relaxed, like your complement had calmed him in a way. You wondered if he felt the same self-doubt that paralyzed you sometimes. It seemed impossible, because he was so talented that the idea of him being unsure of his abilities was almost comical.

“But enough about me, what about you? What’s got you all jumpy tonight, you know, except the six shots I saw you down after the show” he teased as he pushed himself off the kitchen counter and approached you with slow steps.

You had no idea what you were supposed to say, the fact that he was now so close to you that you could feel the warmth radiating off him not helping you to find the right words in the slightest.

Yeah, my asshole boyfriend dumped me, so I wanted to use you as a rebound, but I got too drunk and had a panic attack instead.

Not exactly the best ice breaker. However, it didn’t feel right to lie to him either.

“I, uh, just got out of a shitty relationship and, yeah, that doesn’t mix well with alcohol apparently”

Daniel nodded, looking deep in thought, before speaking up again.

“Whoever he is, he’s not worth it” he said as he raised his hand, the thumb that adorned the rose tattoo that had captivated you when you first met now grazing your check, swiping over the dried up tears that had collected there.

You felt your heartbeat in your ears, so loud you feared he could hear it too. Looking into his eyes now, rich and soft like the sweetest chocolate you felt all your worries disappear.

You let your gaze drop down to his lips, and the second you did you knew you were done for. Finally, fueled by the remnants of alcohol in your system and the feeling of Daniel’s thumb still stroking your face, you kissed him. If someone would have told you two days ago that you’d end up here, kissing the drummer of some underground band in his apartment, you’d called them crazy, but here you were.

His was soft, and as your lips touched, you lifted your face slightly so your nose grazed his, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face. But before you could lean in fully and kiss him like you’d really intended to, he took a step back, removing his hand from your cheek along with him.

“Fuck, we can’t, you, uh-you’ve been drinking and I don’t want to take advantage of your situation” he rambled as he ran the hand that had just been touching you through his curls franticly.

“No, please, I want to, Daniel-“ you argued as you tried to close the distance between you and him once again.

“Don’t-“ Daniel said as he took another step back, running out of space and bumping into his kitchen counter instead.

“I’m really exhausting my will power here, so just, uh, stay back” lifting a hand as a way to encourage you to stay where you are.

Your body wanted to argue, feeling a burning need to be near him again, but your tired mind surrendered quickly, and you moved back and gave him some space, Daniel visibly relaxing as you did.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch, come on” he beckoned you to follow him as he made his way to his bedroom. Again, you couldn’t find the energy to fight him on that, the idea of an actual bed being way too good right now.

His room was small, queen-sized bed tucked in the corner of the room. A desk with a notebook and many ripped up pages caught your attention, and you wondered if he wrote the songs for the band. You should ask him tomorrow, you thought as you felt your eyes fighting to stay open. You sat down on his bed and leaned back to unzip your pants. Daniel gave you a panicked look, and you laughed earnestly. He turned around as you quickly rid yourself of your jeans and covered yourself with the blanket.

“You can look, drummer boy, I’m decent, I promise” you grinned.

Daniel was blushing now, and you found yourself thinking how his overly confident attitude had slightly faltered over the past couple of hours. It was interesting, like he was hiding a more sensitive man behind that bigger-than-life mask he put on.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow” despite his words, he stood frozen in his place in the middle of the room, like he was unsure of his next move. Eventually, he approached the bed and with a gentle brush of his hand, brushed your hair out of your face. Wanting to savour every second of the moment, you fought to keep your eyes open, but you could feel sleep creeping in fast.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

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quirrrky · 3 years ago

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hey there! i hope you’re doing well!! <<33 may i request something with the kny boys when their s/o is on their period? ugh i’m on my period right now and i’m in pain 😔

KNY BOYS WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD » ft. tanjirou, zenitsu, inosuke, kyojuro, giyuu, sanemi

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TANJIROU immediately panicked when he learned that you're having your period. He knelt beside your futon and smoothed his hand on your forehead. "Y/N, are you feeling a lot better now?" You shook your head 'no', which made him knit his brows together. "Tell me, darling what should I get you? Sh-Should I buy you pads? Should I call the-" He paused as you held his hand. "I got everything that I need." You assured him as he gave you a sweet smile, crawled by your side and and cradled you in a hug. "I'm just right here okay? Please tell me if you need anything."

ZENITSU never left your side when he saw you struggling with your period. "Oh, it's painful? I-I better go get some pain reliever!" However, you pulled him back in instead. "Just stay, please." He pouted and went back beside you. "Okay, alright. I'll just stay so don't worry okay please, Y/N-chan." Gently patting the side of your thigh, he hummed a sweet melody making you feel better and lulling you to a comfortable nap.

INOSUKE was totally clueless about what's happening to you. He's wondering how were you feeling when you're twisting and turning with an evident ache on your face. "Hey, are you sure you don't want me to pick anything up? Are you sure you don't want me to buy one of those thingies?" You shook your head and he scooted beside you and lovingly rubbed soothing circles on your stomach where it hurt laying beside you, holding you in place and cuddling.

KYOJURO took in your pained expression and worriedly chimed, "It's the time if the month again. You sure don't want to take something for that?" You nodded your head and he acknowledged. He shifted you so you're resting your head on his chest leaning his on top. Gently caressing your head, he also held your other hand firmly. He stayed with you in calmness just like that, feeling the comfort in the way your breathings synchronized each other, while he placed soft kisses in your head from time to time to make sure you're feeling all the comfort he could give.

GIYUU's very first time to see you having cramps he literally didn't know what to do that he had to call a friend. He appeared so lost and all, but now's a different time. Kneeling beside you, he placed a warming pad on your stomach. Your eyes shot open at his action. You never thought he'd do that, but it was so comforting that you curled in a ball. "Is the temperature nice for you?" You nodded your head and he added, "I also bought you your favorite food for dinner. Oh, I also get you snacks, wai-" but you stopped him and tugged on his sleeve. He turned to you, "You want me to stay?" You nodded again and he laid beside you brushing your hair with his fingers because he knew how much you loved it.

SANEMI lightly shook your shoulders and you opened your eyes with him in sight. "Here, eat." You rubbed your eyes and saw your favorite food. "You have to eat so you could take your medicine." "I'm okay." You asserted and he ticked his jaw. "Come on now. Don't be stubborn. I cooked all this for you." Your eyes widened while he blushed. He got the bowl in his hand and directed the spoon towards your mouth. "Eat." You equally blushed in return and protested, "I-It's okay. I can do that myself, Nemi." He huffed and turned his face away still insisting the spoonful to your mouth. "Just eat." There's something about the pout on his face that made you wanna take advantage of this rare moment.

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gingersnaaps · 3 years ago

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one-way ticket

hanamaki takahiro is not unemployed, contrary to popular belief. he just doesn't tell his friends what he does for a living.

wc: 3.6k

tags/tw's(PLEASE! PLEASE! READ TY): explicit n*fw, dubcon to noncon/RAPE, yandere vibez, manipulation, abuse, lotsa degradation, slight dumbification, some internalized misogyny?, fingering, cunnilingus, penetration, sex worker!reader, porn producer + talent makki, fem + afab reader

additional disclaimer: probably incredibly inaccurate portrayals of sex work + the amateur porn industry. this is very far removed from real life, in case you couldn't tell

a/n: written for @seijorhi's deal with the devil collab! not proofread as always <3

i don’t want minors interacting with my content

When you first see the ad, blue and pixelated and in all caps - HOT GIRLS WANTED!!! FREE FLIGHT INCLUDED - you hesitate for just a moment. You’re not stupid. You’ve seen the stories, read the warnings, heard all about the cautionary tales of girls who clicked the wrong button at the wrong time on some sketchy, underground site. You know what happens to girls who think they’re all grown up, who get themselves into deep, deep shit.

You know better than this.

Then you take a look outside your window, eyes flickering over the sleepy, rural backwater outside the thick glass pane, and the hesitation vanishes.

The email you draft up is short and concise - I’m interested. Email me back. - and attach three images: one where you’re winking, lips curved up in a sly smile, one with a very low-cut top, and one of yourself in the tightest, shortest dress you own.

You hit send too fast for the second thoughts to settle in, and close your laptop before you can press the undo button.

Now, in his time as a producer, Hanamaki’s filmed and worked with his fair share of pretty girls. Sweet little things with long hair and doe eyes, glamor girls with the perkiest, gravity-defying tits, girl-next-door types who sport glasses smeared with cum - he’s seen it all.

But there’s just something about the way you look in your pictures.

He can’t quite put his finger on what it is, Maybe it’s the innocence that the images exude, despite how lewd they are. Maybe it’s your face - god, you have the perfect face for porn, don’t you - or maybe just your big, round eyes, full of hope and promise and naivety.

You’re too good to let other men handle. The minute Hanamaki lays eyes on those pictures, he wants you to himself.

He replies to your email, keeping his tone casual, and when you respond right away, he allows himself a grin. Beautiful and easy? He’s too lucky, really, considering the way you just fell into his lap.

He buys the plane tickets within the week. He knows you’ll take him up on his offer. He knows exactly what girls like you are like, the way you’re all looking for something bigger, something better - anything at all, as long as you get to escape the drudgery of the small towns and the suburbs. It’s terrible being stuck in the same place for so long, and even worse when faced with the prospect of spending the rest of your life there. Girls like you long for something more than just a family and a white picket fence, and he’s all too familiar with the sweet sense of desperation that desire comes with.

After all, it’s his job.

When you step off the plane, eyes scanning around the sea of strange faces, it takes you a while to pick out Hanamaki. His strawberry-blonde bangs cling to his forehead, damp with sweat and curling in the humidity. When he finally catches your gaze, he flashes you a lazy smile, eyes sparkling with humor, and waves you over.

“Hey. Told you you wouldn’t get lost,” he says.

You manage a shaky laugh. “Yeah, well… never been this far away from home before, so you know how it is.”

He knows very well how it is.

“C’mon,” he says, reaching out a hand to carry your luggage for you. “Let’s get you settled in - the sooner the better, right? After all, we’re gonna be roommates.”

He winks at you, carving out a path amid the crowd to the nearest exit. There’s a strange, unsettling feeling in your gut, and it suddenly hits you - you’re alone. You’re by yourself. There’s no family here, no friends, none of the familiarity of your hometown.

All you have is Hanamaki, and as he twirls his car keys around on his finger, his eyes narrowing playfully, you’re seized by the unshakable feeling that you’ve fucked up.

“This is the ‘Yes and No’ list, by the way,” he says, pointing to a dense section of tiny font. “Just mark off the things you wouldn’t be okay with doing.”

The thick wad of paper he’s dumped in front of you is apparently the contract that’ll dictate the next few months of your life. You can’t really be bothered to read all of it, and you skim through most of the non-disclosure bits before you arrive at the section you’re most interested in: the terms that dictate your limits on set.

You swallow uncomfortably as go down the list of sex acts, one by one.

Creampie - Yes

Blowjob - Yes

Throatfucking - No

Facial - No

Bondage - Yes

Degradation - No

There’s a whole bunch more after that, each described act sicker and more depraved than the last, and you can feel your stomach churning unpleasantly as you scrawl a hasty signature at the bottom.

“And once you’re done with that, we can get the cameras rolling,” he adds, patting your shoulder. He leans down, breath warm and sticky by your ear. “You’re gonna be a star.”

You feel sick.

When you first arrive, you’d let yourself be lulled into this false sense of security and comfort. He took you out to dinner every night, brought you into clubs you’d never even dreamed of before, treated you like an absolute princess. You’d almost forgotten what you signed up for in the first place. You’d almost forgotten that deals go both ways.

“Nervous?” he asks. You nod hesitantly.

He knew full well the answer to that. All girls are nervous at first. Sex is something that’s supposed to be intimate and private, and even if there’s no emotional connection, there’s always an inherent vulnerability that comes along with stripping all your clothes off. It’s not natural for cameras to be recording someone cumming and drooling all over the sheets.

But that’s just part of the fun, isn’t it?

He can’t help but focus on how exposed you look, all scared and pitiful as you apprehensively eye the camera. He sets it up with a few practiced motions, clicking the record button, and ignores the strain of his cock in his pants. He’ll get to that part soon enough.

“Don’t worry,” he assures you, climbing onto the bed. There’s a glint in his eyes that makes you very worried. “I’ll be gentle this first time.”

After that - well, he can’t make any promises. His self-control isn’t always the best.

He puts a pillow under your head, laying you down so the camera can capture a better angle, and hooks a finger under the waistband of your shorts.

The feeling of his skin brushing against yours sends a sudden wave of nausea through your body. It all feels wrong; his hands shouldn’t be touching there, your shorts shouldn’t be coming off, his lips shouldn’t be pressing against yours, no matter how soft they feel -

“So sensitive,” he purrs, trailing a finger along your damp, clothed pussy. You squirm involuntarily, little gasps and moans pouring from your mouth as he massages your clit. “Putting on a show for your future audience?”

The little bit of resistance left inside you shrivels up and dies.

The rest of the night passes in a blur. You don’t remember much except the heavy feeling of your chest, as if the four walls of the room were squeezing in on you, constricting your airways until your breaths are quick and shallow and desperate. There’s a word for that you don’t remember until much later - panic.

His fingers roam over every inch of your exposed skin, lips pressing against your thighs and pussy, coaxing your hole with gentle, teasing touches until it drips for him. You don’t remember anything at all except for the slick, wet trail of cum pooling between your thighs at the end of the night.

As for Hanamaki? He’s having the time of his life. There’s nothing quite like that moment of initiation - that first time - and he savors every single delicious reaction he pulls out of your body, every little twitch and shiver, all the lewd gasps and moans. You might be blanking out, but he’s hyperaware. He loves corrupting sweet, pure girls like you who’ve gotten in over their head, and he especially loves watching the realization set in.

He thinks this one is gonna go viral.

You wake too early the next morning, shivering in the cool air. The window’s open, and you can hear the sound of birds, the rustling of the trees, the faint hum of traffic in the distance. It feels calm. Peaceful.

Well, as peaceful as it’s possible to feel, considering you’re a few thousand miles away from home. You turn over onto your side, wincing at the feeling of soreness between your legs.

Then you hear a moan.

It’s a shameless one, loud and unabashed, and it’s coming through the paper thin walls that separate your room from Hanamaki’s. There’s a brief moment of annoyance - couldn’t he have gone and taken a shower? Couldn’t he have done it in the shower? Or maybe just kept it down, perhaps?

There’s a noisy mix of grunting and squealing, the audio tinny and distorted, and you realize he’s watching porn. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise, really, but the annoyance quickly turns to disgust after a few seconds pass.

“F- fuck yeah, baby, just like that, just like that, you’re doing perfect don’t stopdon’t stopdon’t stop - right there, good girl - “

There’s a soft moan, coming from what you assume is the porn he’s watching - it’s your voice.

“- god, you’re so fucking good to me, so pretty and perfect, gonna make you all mine, mark you up, gonna ruin you, sweet girl - “

You dive back under your comforter, trying to muffle both your ears, but he’s so fucking loud the neighbors can probably hear him. It’s useless to try and block out his gross, overdone moans, the wet squelching of his hand pumping his dick, the heavy breathing that makes you feel sick.

Why did you ever agree to his offer?

You stay under the comforter for what feels like forever, trying to steady your breathing, squeezing your eyes shut as tightly as possible. You find yourself frozen long after he’s done jerking himself off, long after the pitter-patter of the showerhead turns on and then off again. You want to stay there forever.

A knock sounds at the door, and you swallow nervously when you hear the telltale creak of the hinges.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. I made us breakfast. Gotta keep your energy up if we want to film something else fun later.”

You stay silent.

“Hey,” he says, footsteps shuffling closer. “You there? Hello?”

He’s mere feet away now, concern apparent in his voice. You squeeze your eyes even tighter, as if you were one of those toddlers who lacks any understanding of the concept of object permanence, because maybe if you pretend he’s not there -

“Geez, you’re really all knocked out, huh?” he says, lifting the comforter off of you. “You alright?”

Your eyes are reddened from the silent crying, your fists clenched at your sides, and your throat feels dry and scratchy.

“Hanamaki,” you say, voice shaking. “I want to go home.”

There’s a moment of silence that seems to stretch on for ages. He sits down beside you on the bed, taking your hand into his lap, and strokes his thumb over the back soothingly. He chuckles softly, and something that feels vaguely like fear settles in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re joking, right?”

Your eyes fly open, and you jerk away from his touch. “No, I’m not. I want to go home. I don’t want to do this.”

“Shame,” he says, shrugging. “They usually last a few more shoots. A few more months.”

He moves the comforter back so it covers your body, pulling it up to your chin. It’s a mockery of comfort, a parody of compassion.

“I just have one question,” he says, eyes narrowing. “Go home to where?”

“Back where I came from. Where you ordered the stupid fucking plane ticket from. My boring hometown, where my parents and friends and family live. Home, Hanamaki. Don’t play dumb.”

There’s another brief moment of silence. It’s as if he’s thinking, processing - or maybe the time he’s taking is for your sake.

“Your idea of home is a bit more fragile than you think, you know.”

“The fuck do you mean?”

He sighs, kicking his feet up onto the bed. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and loads the video that the two of you had filmed yesterday - the same video he’d been watching this morning.

“I give it a week before your friends find out. Your parents, a month tops. That’s the best case scenario.”

His words feel like a punch to the gut, and you’re pretty sure something breaks inside you when he turns the phone screen and you see yourself on there. Your face, your hair, your body - it’s undeniably you.

“We’ve got a few thousand views already. Once something’s on the internet, it’s on there forever. And everybody watches porn. You know that, right?”

He takes your hand back into his lap, but this time, his grip is iron. His fingers grip your wrist so tightly it hurts, and when you try to pull away, you realize just how much stronger he is than you.

“You won’t be going anywhere.”

He waits another day or two to film the next scene he’s got planned out. You’re still moping around the house, all sad and sullen, slamming the door in his face whenever he goes to graciously check in on you. It looks like you’ve settled on giving him the silent treatment, but at least you’ve stopped trying to steal his car keys. Another few weeks, and you’ll get over yourself. He’s sure of it. You’re a big girl, after all.

He’s got big, grand plans for you. You’ve got something special - you’ve got what it takes - and he’s not stupid enough to waste talent like that.

In fact, there’s something a little more niche that he’s been waiting to try ever since he first laid eyes on you.

He sets up the camera in his room, adjusting the focus and exposure to his liking, and inserts a new memory card into the empty slot on the side. He might need the extra storage tonight. His equipment really isn’t anything fancy - it’s more than enough for his purposes - but for just a moment, he wishes he had something a little fancier to do you justice.

“Come on in,” he says, straightening out the sheets one last time. “We’re using the fancy lube today.”

You push open the door and enter the room, shooting him a withering glare. It’s a bit hard to take you seriously in that gorgeous lingerie he bought for you, though, the matching set stitched with all white lace and smooth silk. You look gorgeous. Angelic, even.

He doesn’t have to use chains or rope to keep you in place, although he’s not discounting such methods at all. There’s a certain threat in the way he keeps your bedroom door locked at night, the way he forces you to eat dinner with him everyday. You’re not a guest; you’re a prisoner, and one with nowhere to run to.

Hanamaki pulls you in for a soft, light kiss, lips brushing experimentally against yours, and deepens it to something slow and sensual when he feels you start to squirm. He presses your shoulders down into the mattress, climbing on top of you, and his touch feels like fire where it burns a path across your skin. You feel that familiar sensation of dizziness, of lightheadedness; every ministration of his skilled and purposeful, a deliberate attempt to steal the oxygen from your lungs and leave you choking on your own ashes.

His lips begin to make their way down your neck, glossy with spit and swollen from the kiss, finding your pretty tits, laving over the skin of your stomach, trailing downwards until he gets to your throbbing clit. He can feel your arousal, even through the fabric, and he presses the flat of his tongue to your slit.

There’s a soft, broken moan somewhere above him, and he feels a sudden rush of victory. He starts lapping at your pussy, pushing the tip of his tongue to mold the wet lace to the outline of your cunt, his fingers trailing up and down your inner thigh as he eats you out. He innocently nudges aside your panties after soaking them through, peering up at you from between your legs, and flashes a crooked smile.

“You’re gonna cum for me, pretty slut, whether you want to or not.”

The nickname sends a brief jolt of confusion through your gut - he’s never called you anything like that before, even when he’d threatened you. It’s demeaning, base, wrong. You’re not - you’re not that kind of girl.

He can see the turmoil on your face, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

“Bet I can make you moan like a whore, too.”

He doesn’t give you time to react, flicking his tongue through your tender, dripping slit, mouth slurping greedily at your swollen clit. He loves eating girls out, loves the taste, loves the scent, loves the reactions - the poorly stifled moans, the useless attempts to still the twitching and jerking(they’re the natural physical reactions to pleasure, after all), and the pathetic, unstoppable orgasm that he gets to wring out every time.

Your face is flushed with heat, blunt teeth digging into your tongue, eyes squeezed tightly shut. You’re trying to think of someplace else, something else, anything at all except the man in between your legs - but it feels so good. You can’t ignore the pleasure that the licking and sucking ignites, can’t distract yourself from the tightness twisting in your clenched cunt that threatens to burst at any moment.

He pulls away.

“Hmm,” he says, sitting up, brushing a thumb over your pussy. “Wanna see you go stupid on my cock today instead.”

“Hanamaki, I -”

“What’s the problem, sweetheart?” he asks, maneuvering you easily into his lap. “You’re not a stupid whore? Not a dumb slut? Not my sweet little fucktoy?”

You can feel the outline of his cock pressing against the softness of your thigh, hard and long and terrifying. Your throat feels suddenly dry.

“Hanamaki,” you say, voice breaking quietly. “Don’t say those things.”

He reaches out to caress your cunt, fingers dipping into your entrance, and you squirm backwards to get away from the touch. Still so sensitive, he thinks. So cute.

“I think I’ll say what I want,” he says, plunging two fingers deep inside.

It’s not hard to stretch you out, finger curling and stroking your little hole until you’re writhing around his dexterous fingers. You’re already aroused from the attention he’d given your pussy earlier, the mixture of your juices and his split soaking the entrance, his finger slipping in and out easily.

There’s almost no resistance when he pops the head of his cock inside your slick pussy, and he lets out a loud moan at the feeling of warmth that envelopes him. And since you’re so well prepared already, there’s no need for him to hold back, is there?

“Ready?” he asks, laughing. “Although the answer doesn’t really matter if taking cock is the only thing you’re good for.”

The pace he sets is fast and hard and unforgiving, each rough, sloppy thrust bottoming out against your cervix. Even as you cringe in pain, wincing as his skin slaps against yours, the delicious stretch of his cock against your sensitive walls still feels so good. It’s a dizzying mix of pain and pleasure, one that sends you into overdrive, heart pounding and legs shaking as you whimper.

“Hiro - ah! - please slow -” you cry.

He shoves two fingers in your mouth before you can finish, shutting you up and making you gag slightly. “Oh, so now I’m Hiro? Not Hanamaki anymore, huh?”

Each hard thrust is jolting you up and down on his lap now, his fingers digging into the skin of your tummy as he stuffs you full. Are those tears, baby? He thinks you look so pretty, sobbing and drooling for him like that.

“Fuck,” he moans, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me, slut, c’mon. Milk my cock dry.”

Hanamaki really is a gentleman; he saves his load until he can feel you tightening around him, until your breathing starts to hitch and you’re squirming back and forth. It’s silent in the room except for the lewd, gross sounds of skin-to-skin contact, slippery and wet and exaggerated.

“That’s it,” he breathes, pulling you off his cock.

His cum is dripping out of your tired cunt, the thick, white liquid spread all over your thighs, staining his pants, wetting your sheets. It’s a pretty sight. One that he wants to see again - no, one that he will see again.

“Hanamaki,” you sob, your body shaking all over. “The contract said you wouldn’t say those things.”

Did it? Well, that’s too bad. He doesn’t really read those things too carefully. Boundaries and limits are so often flexible in these situations. At least, that’s what he’s learned over time.

He reaches out, grabbing your face with his fingers and squishing your cheeks together. It’s terrifying to be held so close to him, eyebrows raised and a nasty grin on his face. You feel so small, so vulnerable - completely at his mercy.

“Next time, I’m gonna use your throat and cum on your face.”

It’s a promise.

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Hi love, pretty sure you're requests are open (if not just ignore this) n e ways what about Inarizaki with manager who's like intimidating (i've been told i am intimidating lol) and very sarcastic, much Tsukishima Kei vibez cuz that's basically me😃

Just like how would our boys react, very curious and take your time btw don't have to rush it, do it whenever you feel like :D

Oh my gosh Nat, it's literally my honour to write this for you. You can request anything, anytime, and you'll be a top priority (ily<3)

Inarizaki with a tsukkishima-ish manager.

Specially dedicated to @sunasthing <3

So first of all, if you think that's gonna stop the boys from simping over you, you've got it wrong 😖🖐️

The boys would literally take it as a challenge to get your softer nature out, especially Atsumu.

I GENUINELY think he'd find it really hot whenever you snap back at him, or tell him off. (maybe he's like Nishinoya and Tanaka in that sense 🙄)

Constantly pesters you, and although you don't give him a reply often (because he's annoying as fuck), if you ever acknowledge him slightly, he WILL flirt with you.

Beware tho, even if he comes off as flirty and charismatic, he's literally just a dorky small baby and genuinely wants your attention because he thinks you're the coolest person ever.

And if you're ever nice to him, you can best bet he'll replay that moment in his mind before sleeping EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT.

Y/n, earlier that day: don't get hurt. I don't want to have to deal with anyone on this team being injured

Atsumu at 3 a.m: s-she cares about me 🥺🥺

I think Osamu would vibe really well with you. He's not annoying, he's really really chill, and he has a pretty sharp tongue himself.

Judges people as an attempt to make you laugh, and he sees it as a personal victory if he can get you to crack a smile or smirk. He just doesn't make a big deal about it, unlike his twin xD

Osamu: y/n look at that guy. he's totally crushing on his brother's best friend, could he not be more obvious about it??

Y/n: *cracks a smirk* yeah, it does seem so.

Osamu, internally: ✨v i c t o r y i s s w e e t✨

He also cooks for you pretty often, and even if you protest against accepting it, you'll usually find a bento hidden in your locker or bag.

He knows you might not accept it straight, so he finds other ways to get it to you. Osamu actually thinks of you as a cooler sister that he says "he'd trade Atsumu for"

In general, the twins are the life of Inarizaki and although they're sometimes annoying, they mean well and it's plain to see that they love you.

Kita loves how smart and analytical you are. I've said this before, I'll say it again— Kita thinks brains are sexy 😤

Especially when you call the team to give your insights about their opponents, or give them ideas on how to improve their play, Kita is literally there like “I'm so glad she's ours”

Because you would be a dangerous asset to other teams, and Kita is the most thankful that you're with them.

He's also a really good leader and although the two of you don't have heart-to-hearts or conversations like the twins, you know he'll ALWAYS be there for you.

Like once, it was raining and practice was cancelled, so you decided to wait in school until the rain subsided (because you didn't want to get wet), and our sweet Kita searched for you in every single classroom until the finally found you and walked you home. That's just the dynamic you had with him

He also often checks up on you, even when it's unrelated to volleyball. Have you done your homework? have you ate breakfast this morning? although you're usually sarcastic with the twins and most of the other members of the team, you can't bring yourself to do so with Kita.

The respect you guys have for each other is unmatched and that's probably why you're such a golden duo in Inarizaki. The leader and the analytical manager.

And now Suna. I think Suna would be the member you have the deepest bond with. you truly allow him to see who you are inside, and he does the same. You guys really just click.

It started with him complaining about Atsumu, and slowly progressed into you letting Suna be the only member to have physical contact with you, but only when the others aren't looking.

Sometimes, if you guys are the only two people in the gym, he'll nap on your lap or lean on your shoulder.

If you didn't already know, like everyone else in Inarizaki, he has a crush on you 😖🖐️ like damn you thought Atsumu had it bad? nah, Suna has it the worst.

He literally asks his little sister to let him practice braiding her hair, just so he'll be perfect when he someday asks to do yours.

But he always chickens out because he's scared you'll say no 😭😭 he's internally very shy, okay? 🥺🥺

He's literally your best friend. You guys have study sessions together, anime nights, literally anything, he's right there with you. The rest of the team are literally not aware of how close the two of you are.

Until one day, Atsumu tries daring you to kiss Suna on the forehead, and instead of flat-out refusing (like you've done before when he's dared you to kiss him, or Akagi) you shrug and gently kiss Suna on the forehead, causing Suna to smile and ruffle your hair.

The rest of the team is just shocked.

Atsumu: what is this FUCKERY?? is y/n literally WILLINGLY touching someone ??¿¿

Y/n and Suna: *smirks*

Atsumu, close to tears: okay

But the rest of the team soon accept you and Suna have a pretty special bond, and that you're genuinely softer when it comes to him.

You don't snap at him much, and as they've noticed, Suna has started being more brave about leaning on your shoulder or sleeping on your lap.

Of course, the rest of the team (with the exception of Kita) is jealous. But hey, they just don't have Suna's charm, okay? xD

You make Suna want to try harder, and he's way more motivated to give it his all in every single game. Mostly because he wants you to be proud of him.

He definitely has a nickname for you, but he will only use it when he's sure you guys are alone. And in return, you call him "Rin" which makes his heart flutter 🥺🥺

KAHDKSS I TOOK SO LONG WITH THE SUNA ONE PLEASE IM TURNING BOTH OF US INTO EVEN BIGGER SUNA SIMPS (as if we weren't already xD)

Now onto Aran !! Aran is a softie who (like Kita) respects you a great deal. He'll fend Atsumu and Osamu off if he senses you aren't having a great day.

He's also pretty good at giving you your space but he checks up on you every once in a while if anyone is bothering you.

Although he's shy about it, Aran actually comes to you when he doesn't understand a homework question. You're super smart and he knows you won't make him feel bad about not knowing.

And it makes you feel happy to know he trusts you, so you help him as best as you can. It's a little secret of yours that the other members don't know about.

It especially lights your day up when he gets a good grade and whispers a silent "thank you" to you in class.

In return, will help you with anything you ask for. No questions asked.

And now, last but not least, sunshine Akagi!! I think he's a total Hinata Shoyo, so he might annoy you a bit at first because of his bright personality.

But deep down inside, you love how easily he gets people to smile and slowly find yourself warming up to him.

And Akagi is really determined to get you to smile (at least once a day) so he cracks the corniest jokes or makes puns.

It has become a thing between the two of you, where Akagi tells you a joke a day, and you rate it out of ten.

Gone are the days when you found him annoying. And now, even if you won't tell him outright— you really do think he's one of the brightest people in your life.

Additional headcanons

CHEERING YOU UP— whenever you feel quieter than usual, or a bit more sarcastic, the boys immediately know something is wrong and rush over to make you feel okay. Literally, it's almost like they've abandoned practice. And eventhough you tell them to get back to it, they refuse to leave until you're feeling better. Suna usually gives you a hug and kisses your forehead, whilst Akagi cracks jokes. Then, (and eventhough you protest) Atsumu lists off all the things you should love about yourself, whilst Osamu buys you ice cream (food is, after all, the best cure for anything). Aran is literally ready to HUNT the person who affected your mood down, and kill them, whilst Kita is literally just holding him back and making sure things don't go overboard. Even if you aren't fully cheered up by then, you'd have laughed a whole lot and know how much they care for you, so honestly... how could you stay sad?

REACTING TO YOU TELLING THEM OFF— Suna is literally just meh about it. He can't take you seriously because he's a dork who thinks he's not included in the list of "idiots" (but no Suna, u mf, you ARE included -_-). Atsumu thinks it's hot 👀 (as I mentioned above), Akagi is genuinely upset/ready to sob and vows to do better. Kita is proud of you for telling them off before he could do it (Kita is not included in the "idiots". How could he? he's PERFECT 🖐️). Osamu and Aran have similar reactions, because they end up apologizing and try to change tactics and do better.

HOW THEY'D ACT WHEN YOU START DATING SUNA— (because this is honestly inevitable, wbk 😭❤️). Atsumu would be jealous. Petty and would call Suna "pretty boy" every chance he gets. Leave him, im sure he'll get over it 🥺🥺 Osamu is pretty jealous too, but he'll never show it and focuses instead on your happiness. Kita approves, and honestly thinks you're a good influence on Suna. Aran is protective of you, and would literally gun Suna down if he ever hurt you (but he won't. Suna loves you, he'd literally jump down a cliff before ever hurting you 😤🖐️) and Akagi is cheerful as before, but extra glad because you seem to smile a bit more often (and Akagi loves your smile).

I took a lot of effort on this <3 hope you like it, bae !! Taglist— @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @k-sakusa-old @tilli-san

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