#I could’ve done something different with her eyes and the colors but what’s done is done

[starry-pop]

ANOTHER CONSTANCE BIRTHDAY POST LETS GO!!!

Love this girl!

[miguelhugger2099]

Hello sweetie, hoping you're doing well! What about bully punk Miguel and nerd pastel girl reader at college? (Miguel with 23 and reader with 21) Like reader was ugly and will have a glow up thanks to MJ and now Miguel tries to have her attention, they have a date and sweet and fluff smut!! (reader is virgin uwu) I'll let to you the creativity

Impurities

hello sweetheart you absolute DARLING i genuinely could be better but i hope ur doing great. i want to apologize for taking so long but i want u to know when i saw this i just about melted bc punk miguel is one of my guilty pleasures i adore him so much. this ask made me want to evolve it into a series i had like several different ways to make this but ahhhh i hope it's alright

Punk!Miguel x Pastel!Reader, Fluff and Smut, Word Count: 8,875 Art by: beawoodward on artstation !

You knew you weren’t the most appealing girl out there. You weren’t about to delude yourself otherwise. You knew what people said about you, how they looked at you. Your face could’ve been worse. Maybe some bushy eyebrows? You dressed…maybe a little different than most people. While the world was covered in grays and black, you opted out by showering yourself in the cutest pastel colors. You didn’t keep up with the trends and instead followed whatever you thought looked alright. It often led to some mismatching and awkward outfits but you didn’t think so! You entered campus with a light blue and pink striped pants with a pink belt and a baby blue sweater. Two low braids tied with white ribbons at the end and your white framed glasses on the bridge of your nose. Skincare was confusing to you so all you really did was wash your face with a harsh cleanser and hoped for the best which gave you some acne instead–making you pop them and leave some scars. You tried makeup but it just looked cakey so you settled with a messy and often uneven eyeliner. Regardless of your outfit, whether in a skirt or in pants, you were always decked out in some bright pastel colors and hair done in the same two braids. You held yourself close while walking around the halls, already used to people staring and calling you names from high school. College was a little more merciful, the whispers being just as loud but at least they’d never bully you to your face. You win some, you lose some. Your self-esteem had been damaged to the point of no return anyway, so any attempts of trying to prove you’re worth something would just be a pipe dream in your eyes. That’s why you push your glasses up and cling to your shoulder bag tightly in your fist as you pass by the usual group of boys to get to the front seat of your class. Your human biology class door was opened at the back so you’d have to pass the back seats to sit at the front. As usual, the group of boys were basically monochrome except for the little specks of red or blue if they ever decided to add color. But what was most noticeable about them was the so-called leader of said group. Unofficial–official– leader Miguel O’Hara, the senior who decided to take general education classes in his last year before graduating. His usual confident and toothy grin was on display, silver spider bites that his, also pierced, tongue would often play with. His big and heavy platform boots would rest on the chair beside him while his left elbow rested on the table, his hand combing through his long brown hair–shaved at the sides, mind you. He made sure to push his fringe back so everyone could see his double eyebrow and nostril piercing. Miguel’s hands were decorated with rings, big and small and his nails were short and painted black with some of it chipping off. His usual leather jacket with pins and patches, stretched and tight from his muscular build, was accompanied by a low red tank top with a spider symbol on the front. Black skinny jeans and a spiked belt that did little to actually keep his pants in place since the black and red band of his boxers were showing.

He listened mindlessly to his group of friends as they talked with each other, his fingers switching between playing with the dangling earring on his earlobe to his industrial bar. His crimson eyes glanced up when he saw you in your uncomfortably bright and awkward fashion sense. His friend tapped his shoulder and jutted his chin out to you before whispering something in Miguel’s ear that made him shove him away with a smile. Then they both laughed as quietly as possible, chuckling at what you decided to wear today: light blue overall shorts and a pastel yellow undershirt with white knee high stockings and white sneakers, your usual white ribbons at the end of your braids.

You usually sat alone at the front, placing your earbuds in to listen to music while you waited for the professor. Despite being at the front, you could still hear some faint chuckling and words being whispered from Miguel's group.

Still, you held your head up, taking out your notebook and expensive textbook. Clicking your pen, you began some light note taking before class started.

You sighed as you entered back in your dorm, dumping your bag at the door and kicking off your shoes. You faceplated down onto your bed while your roommate MJ looked over at you sympathetically.

You turn your head, cheek squished against the mattress. “I know that beauty is subjective and I'm not supposed to earn validation from anybody else but…” You sit up and rest on your legs, hands wringing in your hands with furrowed eyebrows.

“But…I want to feel pretty.” You admit softly, ashamed since you felt like you were betraying yourself.

MJ's smile grows and she eagerly jumps from her bed to kneel at your bedside. She takes your hands in hers and squeezes them reassuringly.

“You are pretty,” She insists. “But if you really want help, I can.” MJ tilts your head to look at her, a soft smile on her face.

You nod. “I do. I just want to know how to look like you.”

MJ shakes her head. “No. No, you already have your own beauty.” She places a hand on her chest. “I meant that I can help enhance it. No change to your core is necessary.” She pokes at your chest playfully and you both giggle together.

“You sure?”

“Positive.” 

You take a moment to look at her. MJ really was perfect–shiny straight red hair, clear skin that was painted with freckles and a winning white smile. You hoped she could work some magic on you.

“Okay.”

Your transformation didn't happen overnight. It took at least a few weeks for it all to come together.

MJ had dragged you to salons to get your hair properly taken care of. Gotten your eyebrows plucked, eyelashes lifted, an effective skincare routine–that you struggled to drill into your regular schedule–and a new wardrobe that still held your pastel look, just a little more flattering. She even helped you get some contact lenses so you wouldn’t need your glasses all the time! To tie it all together, you two spent nights practicing how to do your makeup that wouldn't look so wobbly and uneven. Each day, you improved yourself. Your tacky overalls changed into fitted jeans or flowy skirts. Your baggy shirts were now cute tops that hugged each curve. Tennis shoes into heels or cute sneakers and your hair came to life with a beautiful shine; your white ribbon still in your hair.

One day, you entered class like normal. Except there were very few whispers this time, almost nonexistent. Still, you don’t let it get to you and continue like normal–walking to the front of the class and sitting in your usual spot. What wasn’t normal was a figure coming up beside you and pulling out the chair next to you. Miguel slipped beside you in front of the class, tilting his head as he stared at your side profile. You tried not to react but you subconsciously glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

“Hey.” He smirked, his eyebrow raising and his lips curling.

“Hello.” You murmured back, opening your notebook to the next blank page.

“New look?” He asked, using his hand to brush your hair back off your shoulder and you stiffened. He noticed you still had the white ribbon at the back of your head. Miguel’s eyes glanced back down at your body. Nicely fitted flare baby blue jeans, a cute pastel green heart belt with a crop top white sweater.

“Looks good.” He purred. You held your blue bunny pen in your hand tightly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You didn’t understand why he was speaking to you. He hadn’t before–other than laugh at you–so what gives?

“Thanks.” You say curtly. Miguel places a hand over her heart in feign hurt.

“Don’t be like that, nena. You look so cute, I didn’t expect you to be so cold.” He teased. He crossed his arms and rested his head on them to look up at you while you wrote the rest of your notes down before class started. Miguel watched as your false eyelashes fluttered, making your eyes look bigger. The subtle blush on your cheeks and the concealer that hid most of your past acne. He could still see some of the scars which makes him huff a small laugh at how cute it kinda looks. Your lips were more plump than he remembered–a soft pink to them. He lifts his arm up to rest his cheek on his fist, his eyes still on you. “How about I take you out?” Your pen slips and leaves a slash right down your notes. “What?” “A date. Does that sound good?” You don’t look up, instead focusing on your task at hand. “No. Can you please just leave me alone?” Miguel doesn’t say anything else but you hear the chair he sat on scrape across the floor as he gets up abruptly. You hear the laughter of his friends behind you and Miguel snapping at them. Your shoulders hunch over–the natural instinct to hide from embarrassment overcoming you again.

Every week, in the same class, Miguel would try again and again and again to ask you out. Each time, you would decline. It had gotten bad enough where he changed his seat to move beside you, offering his help when he saw you were confused and overall just trying to get on your good side. You wanted to be strong, truly you did, but it was becoming too much. When Miguel had asked again, you sighed loudly and faced him. “If I say yes will you leave me alone?” Miguel broke into a wide smile. Once you finally agreed to a date with him, you truly weren’t expecting anything good. So you stood by the place Miguel wanted you to meet him at: a local diner that was pleasantly pretty looking from the outside. Still, due to your past experiences of being ghosted and stood up, you watched the time on your phone. You decided that you wouldn’t wait more than fifteen minutes max.

To your surprise, you didn’t have to wait at all. You heard Miguel call your name from your left, his lips curled into a confident smile. Subconsciously, you eyed him up and down. He had baggy black cargo pants, accompanied with chains on his right side. A DIY-ed t-shirt that was sprayed painted over many many times. Of course, his iconic leather jacket was littered with various pins and patches. When he was close enough, you saw just a bit of eyeliner surrounding his eyes; and a new septum piercing. For the people passing by, it was quite a sight to see. Compared to Miguel’s dark but proud aura, you emanated a more sweet and bright vibe. MJ had helped you pick out an outfit, excited that you approached her with the dilemma of going on a date. You wore a sheer baby blue crop top cardigan with a simple white tank top underneath. A slightly darker blue pleated skirt with white thigh high stockings and ankle strap baby blue platform pumps. You held a small purse in your hands and looked up at him through your  lashes. Your hair was pinned in a half up and half down hairstyle; your white ribbon at the back of your head. You thought it was a bit much, but MJ assured you that it was just enough. “Te ves muy hermosa.” Miguel speaks up, a grin on his lips. “All for me?” He teases with a tilt of his head. A piece of his fringe falling over his forehead. “Oh, please.” You look off to the side, ignoring the flutter in your chest when called beautiful. Miguel doesn’t take it to heart, instead going past you to open the door of the diner. He dramatically takes a bow, his arm ushering you inside. The theatrics make the corner of your lips quirk up and you enter inside, nodding to Miguel. You turn your head around to see the inside, wooden chairs and tables, a jukebox at the back with a shiny bar. “This way.” You stiffen when you feel Miguel’s breath by your ear. Before you could turn, he places his hand on your lower back and leads you to a booth by the window. He sits across from you, menus at the ready on the table. “You know, I used to come to this place all the time.” Miguel says, his eyes scanning the different options. “Used to be a hangout spot for me and the others in high school. College took up my time so it’s a pain in the ass not being able to visit more.” You glance up at him, shuffling in your seat. It felt a little weird to have him speak to you like this, as if he wasn’t teasing you a few months ago.

Luckily, a waitress comes up before you two with a notepad in hand. “Oh! A pretty girl! Didn’t know you were back in the dating scene.” She cackles to herself and pushes her glasses up. Miguel groans and rolls his eyes. “I thought you didn’t work Fridays, Lyla.” “Margo couldn’t make it, I needed extra hours–and now a bonus– I get to embarrass you. Everybody wins! Except you maybe. Waddaya want?” Lyla rests on one foot, her grin plastered on her face. Miguel’s smile was long gone, now snapping his order at his friend. You watched with an amused smile. They bantered like siblings. But what she said piqued your interest. He hadn’t gone around dating? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Miguel call your name. His eyes were uncharacteristically soft. “Do you need another minute?” He asks. You stumble over your words and feel your cheeks burn. “No-no, uhm…” You look down at your menu and pick the first thing you see. “The, uh, chicken fajitas, please?” Lyla meets you with a smile and collects your menu. “Of course, darling.” She turns to take Miguel’s menu. “Couldn’t you have taken her to a nicer place? She’s all dolled up.” Lyla sticks her tongue out at him and walks away while Miguel’s cheeks burn red. Instead of facing you, he looks down at his hands and he picks at his black nail polish.

For once, Miguel had stayed silent. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he looked a little ashamed? Embarrassed? You could see him moving his spider bites nervously as he stares at anything besides you, his cheeks still tinged red. You pat your skirt awkwardly and clear your throat. “The…I like the diner. It’s got one of those retro vibes to it. It’s cool.” You give a small encouraging smile. For some strange reason, you thought his quietness didn’t suit him. Miguel’s eyes dart to yours and then at the window. “You think?” His hand reaches up to play with his dangling earring. It was almost cute. Just a bit. You chuckle softly. “Yeah, I mean. It’s like being in one of those time machines.” Miguel smiles. “Time machines? I think a time machine would look cooler than this dump.” You playfully smack his hand across the table. “Didn’t you say you used to come here years ago? Don’t call it a dump.” You fold your arms on your chest. You didn’t know this, but Miguel in that moment felt the tension he didn’t realize he had fell off his shoulders. “Eh, it’s a little bit of a dump.” He leans back and stretches his arm on the backseat. “But it’s like you said: a little retro.” Lyla returns with two glasses of water. “One for the cutie,” she places one on your side, giving you a wink. “And then Miguel.” She unenthusiastically hands Miguel the cup.

Miguel frowns at Lyla, a familiar bubble of jealousy brewing in his chest. “Lyla.” He warns. “What?” She stretches out the word. “Just being a good hostess.” She huffs with a pout and walks away. You giggle to yourself and Miguel notices. He’s quick to speak. “Ignore her. She’s always trying to be annoying.” He didn’t like the way Lyla was buttering you up, even if it was just a joke. He wanted you to smile at him like that. “It’s funny. I never thought I’d see you looking so bothered. How do you know her?” You smile and take a sip from your water. Miguel scratches the back of his head. “Middle school. We were in the robotics club.” You blink. “Robotics club? Really?” “Why’re you so surprised? What? A guy like me can’t be into things like that?” He smirks, placing his arms on the table and his pins rattle as he moves. “Well…kind of?” You smile weakly and laugh when Miguel pretends to be hit. “No, but seriously, robotics isn’t what I expected from you.” “Well, it was middle school. I’ve grown up into a man. This time I’ve taken an interest in being a geneticist.” He rests his head on his hand. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, nena.” He teases but you pause. That phrase is a little ironic for him to say, you thought to yourself. Shaking off that feeling, you continued to chat with Miguel. Talking about your interests, past, future and current studies. All while Miguel would try to sneak little touches, whether it be his boot tapping your heel or his hand brushing against yours when handing you a bottle of ketchup. After spending enough time at the diner, the sun was beginning to set. Before you left, Lyla convinced you to convince Miguel to give her a big tip and told you she hopes to see you again in different circumstances. Miguel holds the door open for you again and the bell dings your departure from the diner. His fingertips gently brush against yours, catching your attention.

“There’s…there’s this other place I wanna show you.” He bites his lip, peeling off the skin. His index finger loosely wraps around your pinky. “Sure…” You say hesitantly. He notices your hesitance. “It’s nearby. Just for a little bit and I’ll take you home.” The wind breezes through, giving you a glimpse of the cool air that will befall once nighttime arrives. You shiver and tuck into yourself to hide from the wind. Miguel takes off his jacket and slips it around you. Feeling the heavy material on your shoulders, you look up at him and feel the warmth go around your torso. Miguel’s eyes are focused on making sure it’s snug as it can be. It’s so large that it ends around your midthigh. He takes your little purse and pops the collar of his jacket up. “Put your arms through the sleeves so it doesn’t fall.” You blink and do as he says with a flustered expression. While shuffling your arms through the holes, you try not to glance over at him. His t-shirt was cut at the sleeves that showed off his toned arms. Despite the cold approaching, he seemed to be relaxed as he watched you, making sure you stayed warm. “Good?” He asked. Your fingers barely poked out, his jacket covering most of your outfit. And it was warm. It smelled like him.

With a satisfied smile, he slyly takes your hand in his and leads you away. You try not to focus too hard on the way his hand engulfs yours. After following Miguel in twists and turns, you eventually walk up a hill and at the very top stood a single bench with a view of the entirety of Nueva York. Your eyes widened and you let go of his hand to approach near the ledge, placing your hands on the railing. The lights of the city illuminated the night sky and acted as stars. You saw them twinkle along with hover cars that zoomed past you. “This is…” “Where I planned to take you another day. But Lyla pissed me off and I wanted to prove that I could take you somewhere nice.” He comes behind you and slings an arm around your waist. You look up at him with an amused smile. “Did you really take that to heart?” Miguel pouts his lips, his eyes looking off to the side. “I couldn’t let her make me look stupid in front of you.” You laugh, using the sleeves of his jacket to cover your smile. Miguel sees and he has a faint smile of his own on his face. He leads you back to the bench where you two sit in quiet comfortable silence after an afternoon of learning about one another. As you look over at the city with him, you couldn’t help but notice the nagging feeling in your chest. This was a date. A date that only happened because you changed yourself. A date with the person who laughed at you.

“Hey, Miguel?” You speak up quietly. He hums and looks over at you. “I…I don’t want you to be nice to me just because I got a little…prettier.” Miguel looks down at you with a frown. He stuffs his hands in his pockets while he looks back at the skyline. He says your name softly to grab your attention. “I’m not being nice just because you’re pretty.” You scrunch your eyebrows and scoff. “Yeah, I’m sure all those times you laughed at me was just you being a charmer.” “Laugh at you?” He raises his eyebrows and you look away. “Nena, I wasn’t laughing at you.” “Don’t lie to me, Miguel. I’m used to it. No use in sparing my feelings.” You sigh. “But I wasn’t,” He insists. He wants to reach for your hand, to touch you but he stops himself. “Really, I was…admiring you.” You roll your eyes. “Now you’re really being a jerk. There was nothing to admire when I looked…stupid and ugly.” “You did not.” He turned you to face him by turning your chin softly. “So you’re saying the way I looked before wasn’t stupid?” You glare at him but Miguel can’t find it in him to take it badly. “You were cute. The way you dressed and looked, it was awkward–sure–but it was adorable.” He chuckles but your frown deepens, feeling the tears bubble up in your eyes as you turn away from him. Miguel calls your name again. “I’m the last person to judge anyone for how they dress. Look at me.” Miguel flicks his multiple ear piercings, pulls on his snake bites, stretches his tattered and ruined t-shirt and slams his dirty platform boots to the ground. “A freak. You were just a cuter version.” “Then why did you talk to me now?” You murmur.

“Because you suddenly changed. I wanted to know what was up.” “And…the sudden date?” “Your transformation gave me the courage to speak to you. It was my chance–an excuse to talk to you.” Miguel says softly. “Though you did reject me twelve times. I was starting to lose hope.” “It was not twelve times.” “It felt like twelve times.” “...You have to admit that I’m…much more appealing now than I was before.” Miguel sighs. “Nena, the only thing different about you is clear skin and some clothes. Everything else is still you. You were pretty underneath, you just enhanced it. At your core, you’re still you. Bright and colorful.” He bumps your shoulder. You smile shyly and look in your lap. “MJ said something similar.” “MJ?” “My roommate. She helped me with, y’know, everything.” It was still hard to believe. Over two decades of being told otherwise was not going to go away by a single conversation but it still warmed your heart to hear something positive about you for once. You don’t say anything else and Miguel takes his chance to wrap his arm around you, bringing you to his chest. With flushed cheeks, you look out into the open where the skyline is feeling at peace and just a little pretty.

You two had arrived at your dorm and you faced Miguel shyly. Your eyes looked at the ground as you felt your cheeks heat up. “This is my place.” You state and Miguel chuckles, the sound of it sending your heart pumping. “I see that.” He says, taking a step toward you which makes you take a step back. “I had fun.” You whisper softly, your eyes landing on his chest. You see Miguel’s hand lift up to your chin and make you look into his eyes. Your cheeks burn since he keeps his hand on your chin to make sure you wouldn’t look away. “Me too.” He murmured, his red eyes looking like they turned a darker shade when he glanced at your lips. He takes another step towards you and you take another step back. You feel your head hit the door and realize you’re now trapped between it and him.

You hold your breath and can only feel the pounding of your heart in your chest and Miguel’s calloused fingers holding you still. Miguel then uses his other hand to hold your hip, his thumb trying to slide under your tank top. Your hands raise up to hold onto his biceps, shivering when your skin meets his. He was warm. “I…kind of don’t want this to end.” You admit softly. Miguel’s grin grows wider, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek which makes you weak in the knees. “Then it doesn’t have to, muñequita.” His hand leaves your chin to cup your cheek. He glances up above your head. “Your roommate home?” He asks. Your eyes never leave his face, your pupils dilating and a weird feeling starting to brew in your stomach. “No,” You squeak out and he looks back down at you. “She’s–She’s, um, out with her boyfriend.” Miguel hums, another glance to your lips. “Then…will you invite me inside?” He asks, leaning down so his lips just barely graze yours. Not quite a kiss yet. Your breath hitches and you nod a few times before speaking. “Mhm, okay.” You reach your hand behind you to grab the doorknob and twist it open. You stumble backwards but Miguel quickly wraps his arm that was on your hip around your waist. He then makes you walk backwards while he could shut the door behind him. You had your arms around his neck and looked up with wide eyes and a fast paced heartbeat. Miguel huffs out a chuckle. “You okay?” “Mhm!” You squeak. He squints down at you in playful suspicion but brushes it off. He bends down to where his lips brush yours again and finally dips low enough to kiss you. Your first shared kiss. You stumble with how to kiss, especially when the other person has piercings, but with someone like Miguel, you quickly learn and get the hang of it. Soft kissing noises sound between the small space of you two and he gradually moves from your lips to your cheek and down your neck. His arms around your waist tug you closer, bending you back and he moves you further back to where your calves hit the mattress of your bed. One hand rises up to pull his leather jacket off your shoulder, gently nibbling across your skin before reverting back to your throat. With his lips on your neck, Miguel could feel your pulse going wild, heartbeat going crazy each second. He decides to check in. “You okay?” he murmurs with a smile, his lips finding yours again for quick kisses. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve just–” kiss “Just–” kiss “Y’know, never–” kiss, kiss “Done this before.” He pauses, stiffening before he pulls back. “Wait. Are you saying this would be your first time…having sex?” Your heart sinks. That was bad wasn’t it? “No, it’s not bad.” Miguel shakes his head. You didn’t realize you voiced your concerns. “I’m just surprised, is all. Usually people have done it already.” You look away from him, visibly uncomfortable that he’s lowkey making fun of you. Miguel realizes the damage and quickly tries to fix it. “But there’s nothing wrong with it, nena! I didn’t mean–” He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. He looks around your dorm room. Your side is filled with cute things like plushies and fluffy blankets–a strawberry duvet all in the same hue of pastels.

“Look. We don’t have to do anything. I don’t…want to make it seem like I’m only here for that.” He shrugs his leather jacket back on your shoulder. “Because I do like you, nena. I’m willing to wait or if you never want it then it’s whatever. I just would really like a second date at least. Maybe at a nicer place like what Lyla said. Maybe I could clean myself up.�� He gives you a weary smile. You stare at his hands that hold onto the zipper part of his leather jacket. For a while, you don’t say anything. “What if I don’t want to wait.” You mumble. You look up with some determination on your face. “I…I want to. With you.” Miguel takes his hands off you. “Wh–Are…are you sure?” You slip his jacket off you and let it fall to the side, stripping off the first piece of clothing from yourself. Your mouth is tight, heart hammering in your chest and cheeks feeling that familiar prick of heat up your neck but you’re sure of yourself. You want this. Miguel rakes his eyes up and down your body as you stand before him. “Alright.” He breathes out, undeniably attracted to you at this moment. “But this will all be at your pace, okay? I’ll make you feel good.” He purrs resting his hands at your hips and your facade crumbles slowly and you get shy again. He sits you down on your bed and he kneels before you, his hands on your thighs. He takes your right foot in his hands and carefully unbuckles the ankle strap of your pumps and slides it off. You cover your mouth, heart pounding at the intimate yet innocent act of him taking off your heels. He does the same with your other heel and sets it to the side.

Miguel then looks up at you from his lashes, his confident ones meeting your bashful ones. Taking your right leg again, he slips your thigh high stocking off you and does the same for your other leg. He places his hands on your knees and slowly spreads your legs apart to give you time to stop him. You don’t. “Come closer, mami.” He murmurs, sliding his hands up to grip the flesh of your thighs. You let out a weak mewl and scoot closer to the edge of your bed. Miguel bunches your skirt up, groaning and feeling his cock twitch in his pants when his eyes land on your pastel pink panties, a sweet little bow in the middle like you were a present for him. “Tan bella,” He murmurs, unable to hide the utter desire he has for you. You cover your face in embarrassment as he spreads your legs wider. His lips graze over your thighs, pressing kisses as he makes his way up. You feel your heart skip a beat everytime you feel his warm breath. Your hands clutch your strawberry sheets and he notices.

“You can hold onto me, mami.” He purrs and you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Wha…how do I..?” You feel stupid, your hands raising up and unsure of where exactly to put them. Miguel takes your hands and places him in his hair. His fingers curl around yours so you could grip onto his strands.

Feeling your face burn, the sight of you holding onto him while his eyes bore into yours. You instinctively clench your fists, his hair being tugged on in the process which makes him groan and close in his eyes. He likes a bit of pain, it seems

Miguel's hands return to your thighs, wrapping his arms underneath to tug you closer to his awaiting mouth and to keep your legs apart. “Hips up, mama.” He purrs and you do as he says, making him slip your panties off.

He discards them off to the side and delves between your thighs. His nose nudges your nub and you gasp, pursing your lips and gripping tighter on his hair.

“Miguel!” You whimper and he hums in response. You feel the metal ball of his tongue piercing curl inside you–it was strangely pleasurable. You didn’t expect it to feel so good. You rest on one hand behind you, the other still planted in his hair as you bucked forward on his tongue. Miguel the munch that he is, grins against your folds and licks a long stripe up before spitting and devouring your sweet nectar again. You felt the sudden slimy wetness hit your nerves and you yelped in surprise. Just as quick, you fall into submission when his skilled tongue swirled in little number eights. Your eyes were closed shut, your hand pulling Miguel closer to which he obliged. He then surprises you by sticking one of his thick fingers inside you. “Oh my…god.” You moan, your body growing hot and sweaty underneath all your clothing. “Miguel…” Miguel’s mouth moves in rhythm, his lips kissing your pussy as he drinks whatever your sweet cunt offers him. He could stay like this forever, cleaning your mess up and licking you for all eternity. His rings nudge your folds, the metal a stark contrast from his rough fingers. He pumps a second finger inside and it’s a bit of a stretch that feels good enough for you to thrust harder. “Mmm, yes…oh, I’m so close…” You mumble to yourself, chest heaving as you come closer and closer to climax. Unexpectedly, Miguel pulls away from between your legs. The pleasure being ripped from you and you struggle to lift your head as he pulls off you. The look in his eyes is different. More lustful, more hungry.

“If you’re gonna cum, I want you cumming around my cock.” He groans and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Miguel stands up and gets into bed with you, shoving his platform shoes and pants off. While he gets on top, you rest back into your bed and your eyes become big and wide–darting between his face and between his legs. “Is it–will it hurt?” You bring your hands to your chest, clutching the fabric of your tank top. Miguel lifts your chin up to him. His eyes are kind and soft. “It’s not supposed to. I’ll make sure it won’t.” He grabs the waistband of your skirt and tugs it off your legs, throwing it with the other forgotten clothes. His hands make his way up your body, helping you remove the sheer cardigan and sliding your tank top up and over your head. Miguel chuckles at the heart patterned bra you wore. He leans over to kiss your neck and you sigh. The feeling of his lips sucking and tongue licking you was surprisingly pleasurable. Instinctively, your reach around his shoulders to hold onto him, your back arching to be chest to chest with him. Miguel’s hands go under your back, holding you up while he quickly unclasps the bra. Feeling the loss of your support, you whine but Miguel kisses you before you become louder. He places you back down on your back and finally removes the last piece of clothing. Miguel admires you from above, his hands at your waist, rubbing up and down your sides as he feels your curves. “Perfecta. Eres mucha mujer.” He whispers while trailing his lips along your collarbone. You whimper, feeling your cheeks burn and grow hot to the touch. His breath ghosts over your breasts and he stares up at you maintaining eye contact. Miguel notices something in your hair; your white ribbon, still tied in your messy hair. His heart swells and smiles, reaching up to brush your hair away.

He kisses down the valley of your breasts and around your nipple. He glances up at you every so often to make sure you’re not feeling any sort of discomfort. He can feel your heart pounding underneath his palm. Miguel wraps his lips around your nipple and sucks softly. You gasp and hold your breath for a moment while his cold tongue piercing swirled around your nipple, his spider bites and nose piercing pressed against the softness of your tits. You stare up at the ceiling as the warmth in your body flooded down to your core. “Oh! M..Miguel…” You whined, your hands curling in his hair where you felt most comfortable. Miguel flicks his finger around your other nipple, pulling and bullying it until it becomes erect and perky. Even then, he twists it and gropes your tit in time with his sucking and biting. Your hips buck up, feeling your pussy throbbing uncomfortably. When you hit his bulge, Miguel moaned and grinded himself to your soaked pussy in soft circles. Your juices left a stain on his boxers in your desperate attempts at relief. He lets go of your tits–leaving a small bite mark– and continues to kiss down your body. “Gracias a Dios por mandarme esta belleza.” He murmurs, digging his hands into the plush of your hips when he raises your thighs up. Suddenly, he stops and lets go of you. “Shit, shit, fuck–hold on.” He mumbles and gets off you. You feel cold and watch as he gets off the bed and picks up his pants from the floor and searches through his pockets. “Did I…do something?” You ask, worried you might’ve done something that made Miguel regret touching you. He shakes his head. “No, no–just–ah, there it is…” He chuckles to himself after finding his wallet and pulling out a small square packet. He pushes his fringe back with one hand as he gets back into bed. Miguel shuffles down his boxers after putting the packet between his teeth. “I’ll get you pregnant some other time.” “What?” “What?” You close your mouth and hear ringing in your ears. You were sure that steam would be coming out of your head at this point–your mind felt like mush with how easily flustered he made you. Miguel looks down at you and huffs a small laugh, letting you know he was joking. Maybe. Hopefully.

His cock springs free once his boxers are off and he groans when it slaps his stomach, leaving a bead of his precum on his tip. Your eyes shamelessly stare at him. You were by no means an expert when it came to sex but you grew both worried and aroused at how massive he was. “There is…no way it’s gonna fit.” Miguel rips the plastic with his teeth and rolls the condom on his dick to the base. For a moment, you’re disappointed that he added protection. Just for a moment, though. He breathes out and gives soft strokes to his shaft while looking at you from beneath him. He feels his cock pulse and throb, growing harder by the second just by the sight of your perfectly sculpted naked body. He thought you were divine. Placing his hands on either side of your head, he leans down to kiss you as if trying to ease your worries. “It’ll fit, I promise. It’ll feel so good, too.” He whispers, his lips brushing against yours. “I’ll go slow.” He takes one hand to lift your thigh up just enough to give him space to rub his cock between your wet folds. “Miguel…!” You gasp while you feel just how hard he was. He shushes you. “I know, nena. Look what you do to me. Feel what you did to me.” He buries himself in your neck, nipping at your skin and you tilt your head back. More of your arousal soaks his cock, creating wet sounds while you grind on each other and Miguel shudders. He bites into your shoulder and fights against his instinct to shove his cock inside and fuck you into your own mattress. Miguel kisses the spot he bit, his breathing labored and heavy. “Tell me if it hurts, mama, okay?” You nod, your eyes screwed shut. “Uh-huh…” Slowly, Miguel looks down and makes sure his tip splits your folds apart as he enters inside you. Your breath hitches and you tighten your arms around his neck. “Miguel!” You whine while he penetrates you. He kisses your temple and stops when only his tip is inside you.

“You’re doing great, nena. No te preocupes, lo estás haciendo bien.” He reassures you with a shaky voice. It’s clear he’s holding back. You whimper apologies and Miguel kisses across your cheeks to try and return your focus on him instead of the new stretch you’re feeling. He praises you in a mix of Spanish and English–ones you can barely hear. He moves his hand down between your legs and gently rubs your clit with your thumb in hopes of loosening you up. With the added stimulation, you moan and hide in his neck with your eyes shut. You weakly thrust up, feeling a bit of relief and allowing Miguel to push further in. “Good, good,” He purrs. “Just like that, mama. Just let me in.” He groans and hisses when you clench around him. Miguel’s thumb switches between a fast and slow pace, sliding in his cock easily until you cry out and dig your nails into his skin, leaving small crescent shapes. “Stop, stop–” You whimper. “I’ll pull out–It’s okay–” “No!” You keep him close to you. “No, I just–I need a minute.” You sniffle, your body slowly adjusting around his girth. Miguel nods and pulls back enough to meet your eyes. “Okay. Okay, whatever you need. At your pace, remember?” He rests his forehead against yours. You open your eyes to see his cheeks flushed, a bit of sweat running down his temple and he shakes with every breath. Despite his current state of desire, he’s putting you first–he’s putting your comfort first. “Thank you.” You whine softly. Miguel huffs, leaning down to kiss the corner of your eyes. “Don’t thank me for that, nena. Never.” Miguel continues to pamper you with kisses, murmuring about how beautiful you are, how well you’re taking him, how he can’t get enough of you. He nuzzles into your neck, rolling lazily over your clit and does gentle thrusts of whatever you were able to handle. After a few moments, you grab his attention by running your hands through his hair, fingernails scratching over his shaved parts. “Okay…more, please.” He lifts himself up and holds your hips with both his hands. His thumbs caress your hip bones as he pushes himself deeper. You moan and tilt your head back, biting your lip as the combination of pain and pleasure hits your stomach and through every nerve in your body. It felt like forever until he reached the hilt, the light smack of his balls hitting your pussy. Miguel smiles. “Good girl,” he licks his lips. “Mirame.” Your head tilts back down to see both of you finally connected. “Holy shit…” You whisper, the sight making you clench. Miguel moans and grips your hips tighter, his head falling forward as he takes a deep breath. “Fuck, don’t tighten around me like that.” “Sorry!” You squeak and he chuckles. He raises his head back up, hair falling in front of his face and a lazy smile on his face that shows his fangs–his piercings glinting in the dim moonlight. “Don’t be. It’s just, you feel so fucking good–you’ll make me cum.”

You cover your face and resist the urge to scream. The heat emanating from your face made you sweaty. Miguel takes your wrists and pins them to the side of your head. He cocks a pierced eyebrow up with a smirk. It softens when he sees just how flushed your expression is. “‘m gonna move, okay?” You gulp and give him the green light. Miguel looks down and slowly pulls out, watching your slick drench his condom covered cock. “Jesus…” He groans under his breath. He looks back up to see if there’s any sign of discomfort on your end but he’s met with your eyes glued between your legs as well. Your eyebrows are scrunched up in pleasure, mouth agape with shallow breaths while you watch him slowly ease out of you. Miguel’s eyes darken with lust and he pushes back in once his tip was kissing your heat. He watches as you roll your head back, your eyes rolling behind your skull when you felt his cock filling you up again. “Oh my God…” You moan. “Miguel…” Miguel’s heart jumps and his hands tighten around your wrists. Still, he’s careful. For a few minutes, Miguel continues his slow thrusting. He pulls out sweet moans and whimpers from you, getting you used to his massive size and stretching your cunt out to the shape of him. His tip nudges against your cervix and you jump which makes him grin. After those few minutes, you began writhing underneath him. The pain had subsided and now this soft stroking was sweet but it wasn’t doing anything for you anymore. Your hands clenched and unclenched into fists.

“Miguel, Mig–more,” You begged. “Faster.” “You sure?” He slows to a stop and you furrow your eyebrows in annoyance which he doesn’t notice. He’s about to ask again after your lack of response when you lock your ankles around his waist, shoving him back inside you. You and Miguel moan in unison, Miguel nearly falling on top of you if he didn’t catch himself by resting on his elbows by your head. His breath fanned your face and he looked down into your eyes with a heavy blush. “More.” You moan and Miguel quickly goes to work. He leans on one elbow and places his other hand down to your hip to start picking up his pace. Miguel attaches his lips to your chest, biting the plump flesh of your tits before taking your nipple in his mouth once again. Your hands go around his back, your nails raking down his spine that leave red streaks. He pushes himself further against you, folding you in half while he increases his speed, abusing your pussy by slamming his cock in and out of you. Your squealing and moaning becomes music to Miguel’s ears. He groans and licks his tongue around your nipple, lapping it back in his mouth to suck on it. His nails dig into your waist while the sound of skin slapping signaling just how desperate he is to fill you with his cock. “Atta girl,” He moans after moving up to your neck with wet open mouthed kisses. “Knew you could take all of me. Knew you would sound so pretty crying all over my cock.” He smirks, looking up to see your eyes rolled back, tears brimming your eyes in ecstasy instead of pain this time. Your pussy spasms around him as you whimper. 

“Mig–Mig–” You babble mindlessly. The only thing on your mind is Miguel, Miguel and Miguel. “So–so good…” You slur, vision going hazy while the lust clouded your mind. Miguel’s ego inflates, his dick twitching inside you. Even with a condom he could still feel your pussy contract around him, your warm walls sucking him in deeper. Your hips wiggle and buck weakly to match his thrusts but ultimately Miguel does all the work, sending your mind spinning while he practically fucks all your thoughts, fears, and insecurities from your brain—turning you into a dumb cock-drunk mess. Through the haze, you can hear your juices sloppily smacking between you and Miguel–an erotic sound of wet plaps, his balls becoming slick and sticky with your arousal. “God, you feel so good,” He moans, hips stuttering. “It’s like your cunt is just begging for my cum. You want it? Huh? This tight little pussy gonna milk me dry?” He quickened his pace, humping against you in fast short thrusts. You scratch his back, multiple lines of red marking his skin while your toes curl. “Yes, please, please, please–I wanna,” You babble through gasps. “It’s so good–I wanna cum–Don’t stop…!” Your voice becomes high pitched, your hips lifting to grind yourself on him. The both of you fucking one another exactly like horny college kids. Miguel growls, nipping at your neck to add more hickeys to your body. “Never. Holy shit–you’re so fucking sexy,” He cuts himself off with a groan, his sweaty forehead falling to your shoulder while he humps you. “Never letting you go. This pussy is mine.” His thumb finds your clit again, his fingers slowly being drenched with your messy juices that had spread all around your labia, smearing around your pussy with the help of Miguel’s unstable thrusting. His cold rings bumped against your hot skin, the difference in temperature becoming another factor in your raw lust.  Your screams of pleasure bounced off the walls. “C’mon pretty girl. Cum for me. I know you’re close.” He pants in your ear.

“Mig–gy!” You choke out, eyes squinted in ecstasy as Miguel helps you reach your climax. It wasn’t anything you’ve experienced before. White hot numbing pleasure waving through your body as you spasmed. Your orgasm shook your entire body and you clutched onto him tightly, your legs keeping him near, nails finding purchase in his back and arching your breasts up to his chest, nipples sensitive to the touch. Miguel followed right after: rubbing your clit faster and his balls ached with a tightness before releasing his seed into the condom, his cock twitching as it spurts out his cum. He moans loudly, his body shivering and shaking along with you but he still helps you come down from the high, pumping weakly as he empties himself. Your body falls limp, head lolled back while Miguel breaths heavily. He pulls out as gently as you can but your virgin cunt wasn’t used to such stimulation, each inch back caressed your sensitive nerves up until he finally left with a pop. Miguel’s hands shook as he took off the condom, body now covered in cold sweat now that the heat of the momentum was gone. He stumbled off your bed and tied the condom shut then dumped it in the small bin in your dorm room. He slipped back in your bed beside you, smiling to himself when you took deep breaths with your eyes closed. “Hey, you alright?” He asks with a soft wheeze. “Huh?” You barely heard him over the heartbeat pounding in your head. The blood flow goes through your body normally once again. “Hm? Oh. Mhm. Yeah.” Miguel chuckles, resting on one elbow with his cheek in his palm and brushes your sweaty hair back from your face. “Yeah? You were amazing.”

“Really?” You try to look up at him through the exhaustion in your eyes. Who knew sex could take all your energy? Miguel grabs your folded fuzzy blanket and unravels it to drape it on top of you two. “Really. I’m honored to be your first.” You blush at the reminder that you hadn’t had sex before and the reminder that you were no longer a virgin. You stare at his face while his hands caress your cheeks, his thumb rubbing the side of your neck right under your jawline. “Do you really like me?” You find yourself asking him. Miguel’s hand stops moving and he looks surprised. “Yeah,” He confirms gently. “I wouldn’t fuck you if I didn’t. I don’t have sex with just anyone.” He pulls your cheek. You frown and pout at him. “I'm serious!” Miguel chuckles. “I know, I know.” He tilts your chin up with his index finger and leans down to kiss you sweetly for a quick peck. He knows what’s really on your mind. “My pretty girl.” He hums as he stares down at you to admire the afterglow of your orgasm. “All mine. My pretty girl.” He dunks his head down to your chest, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in his embrace and snuggles you.

Your heart flutters. Pretty. It hits you then that Miguel really does think you’re pretty. You feel his ear piercings against your chest and the rings on his fingers running up and down the curve of your spine. His fingers find your white ribbon, crumpled under you and he twirls it around his ring finger. You struggle to hold back your smile as you hug him back, nuzzling your nose in his hair and falling asleep with the comfort of knowing someone genuinely finds you beautiful, inside and out.

a/n: im sorry i wasnt normal i just love a good trope and punk miguel i cant help but make him cute

[pupyuj]

→ “magic words.” || jang wonyoung x reader fic.

— what was supposed to be a simple tutoring session turns into something more when the most popular student in the campus, jang wonyoung, opts to teach you a completely different lesson...

word count: 4.7k.

dynamic: dom!mean girl!jang wonyoung x sub!nerd!virgin!reader.

content warnings: smut, praise kink, mommy kink, overstimulation, semi-exhibitionism, fingering, begging.

requested ? : nope.

a/n: this one has some sort of a plot so it takes a while to get to the smut part,, hope this one was okay! (jang wonyoung pls marry me.)

next: your colorful secrets.

jang wonyoung was late.

you didn’t know why you were even disappointed. what did you expect from someone with her social status? rich, popular, and a bit of a snob… which was why it was a surprise when you managed to convince her to help you study for an english project. you really didn’t know how you did it. when your professor had told you that being aided by someone who was near fluent in the language could help, the only person that came to mind was wonyoung. she studied abroad once, has the top grades in class, and still looked somewhat more approachable than aeri uchinaga (the other student that could’ve helped you).

or maybe it was just your big dumb crush on the campus princess that willed you to talk to her on that miraculous day, but that’s completely unrelated to your current dilemma.

after five more minutes of waiting, you started feel disheartened. what if she was just playing a joke on you? it’s not like wonyoung was an angel; you’ve heard horror stories about some of the fucked up shit she has done in her time in the campus and even before that. so there was definitely a possibility that she tricked you into believing that she was truly into the idea of spending time with who was essentially a nobody, like you.

ten minutes passed, now you were just really, really sad. but your pride was too big, you didn’t want to walk out of that room looking heartbroken. what if wonyoung and her douchebag friends were waiting on the other side to laugh at you? you shuddered at the idea. you already face so much humiliation and scrutiny from being different than everyone else in this school when really they should be all like you: hardworking, passionate, and actually try to give a fuck about their studies instead of just partying every weekend.

twenty minutes later, well — you were nearly passed out. you rested your head on your arms, blinking sleepily at the lights that you dimmed slightly earlier. you decided that you were going to take a short nap, and then you’ll get to work on your own. screw wonyoung and her joke promises. you were hoping that the rumors weren’t true, that people just made them up because they were jealous of her and her money, her brains, and that pretty little face and those beauty marks and those unnecessarily attractive slender fingers. but she really is just like everyone else.

needless to say, you fell asleep. and you don’t exactly know for how long, because when you were shaken awake by someone, your head was seemingly in another dimension. you lifted your head from your arms and yawned softly, earning a laugh from whoever it was that woke you up. you rubbed your eyes, blinked, and tried to identify the person standing by the side of your desk and— oh, shit.

“w-wonyoung?” you asked with your eyes wide, staring at the tall, gorgeous girl clad in expensive attire that smiled down at you. were you dreaming about her again?

“the one and only,” jang wonyoung takes off her jacket and folds it neatly, putting it on one of the unoccupied seats across the table. “i know i’m super late. i had to find a real reason to come here other than, you know, just for shits and giggles. you should thank gaeul-sunbae for talking some sense into me.” oh. she couldn’t have said that in a nicer way?

“okay…” you murmured, nervously picking on the lint on your clothes for no reason.

wonyoung settles herself beside you, sipping on a cup of iced coffee. she slides a full cup to your side of the table, “that should wake you up.”

“you didn’t have to get me one…” you replied timidly but accepting the cup nonetheless.

“oh, i didn’t. gaeul-sunbae got that for you and told me to give it to you because apparently, it was the least i could do for making you wait for over an hour. huh,” wonyoung puts down her cup, leaned back on her chair, and looked at you, smirking. you tried your hardest not to blush at the way her eyes completely raked over your figure. you shifted uncomfortably on your seat, suddenly finding your skirt too short or your uniform too tight. “maybe she has a crush on you. ha! well, that’s quite a jump. from that hot soccer captain in that other university, ahn yujin-ssi, to you.” wonyoung giggles.

god, really? you held back the urge to groan, or roll your eyes, and just smiled awkwardly at her. you were seriously regretting having that dumb crush on her. she was pretty, but her mouth and the things that come out of it made it hard to truly like her.

“i doubt that…” you said, picking up your pen and opening up a novel. the very same novel you had a hard time understanding, and the very same novel that you hoped wonyoung would help you understand but that didn’t seem likely now. seeing that all she wants to do is insult you.

wonyoung doesn’t say anything else, merely fishing out her phone from her bag and silently scrolling up, completely forgetting the reason she was here in the first place. you sighed, tired eyes skimming through the words in your novel. every single word you read just went over your head, and you really hoped wonyoung would notice how helpless you looked but she was… well, she was taking photos of herself. you took your eyes off your novel to do nothing but stare at her. truthfully, you would also drop everything to take photos of yourself if you were wonyoung because she did look particularly good in this day.

“why do you even need me? you’re supposed to be super smart. aren’t you on scholarship at this school?” wonyoung suddenly asked while still posing. you flinched, immediately turning back on your novel in hopes that wonyoung wouldn’t know that you have been staring this entire time. 

(she did. but whatever. everybody stares at her.)

“t-that’s exactly why i need you, though,” you said. wonyoung chuckles. you blushed at what your words may have implied. “i want to keep that scholarship, but i-i’m not that very good at english and you’re… you’re great so i thought you could help…”

wonyoung closes her phone and puts it down, “well, aren’t you adorable. i kinda get why gaeul-sunbae is obsessed with you. don’t tell her i said that.” were you some kind of inside joke between her and gaeul or something? you doubted that the popular senior actually gave a damn about you, so maybe wonyoung was just pulling words out of her perfectly fine ass.

you really needed to stop talking like that.

“don’t start crying now. i’ll help.” wonyoung brings her chair closer to yours. maybe a bit too close for your liking, but her perfume calmed your senses so you appreciated the lack of respectable distance nonetheless. she takes your novel from your hands and without a word, she examines it. the front cover, the back, the first few pages, and the chapter you were reading. you watched intently as she did her work, and you couldn’t hold back squirming in your seat because of course jang wonyoung looks fucking hot when she starts taking things seriously.

her eyes flicker back onto yours and she catches you staring. you didn’t even make an effort to look away. it was too late anyway. wonyoung wordlessly stared back at you, eyes completely devoid of emotion so you couldn’t tell whether she was annoyed of you for staring or not.

“this isn’t what we’re studying in class.” wonyoung said.

“n-no. i’m reading it for myself. i want to write a thesis on it.”

“a what? so, you’re saying you’re doing this for fun? you have that much time?” wonyoung looks at you in disbelief. she puts down your book, almost offended at this reveal.

“that’s how i study. if i can’t prove to myself that i understand whatever i’m doing then i pretty much failed at that subject.” you confessed.

wonyoung groans, throwing her head back. you stared shamelessly at the curve of her neck, and had this sudden urge to kiss her. what the fuck. “i thought you were going to write a dissertation with how you made this whole thing sound so urgent yesterday. turns out it’s just a cute little project, and for yourself! you’re wasting my time, you know.” the tall girl said.

again, you felt sad. you grabbed the book from her side of the table and pouted as you looked at the cover, “w-well, you’re free to leave if that’s what you think…”

“you won’t cry?” wonyoung asked. you took note of the teasing evident in her voice and rolled your eyes.

“why would i—”

you looked at her and found your words getting stuck to your throat. it was weird, because wonyoung was literally just sitting there and yet she looked so… there's really no other way to put it in your lovesick little head. wonyoung looked regal. arms crossed, sly smile, eyes shining with mischief, and one long leg crossed over the other, hiking up her skirt just a little. you immediately looked away, but you were too late. wonyoung knew exactly where you were looking at.

“oh, i see,” wonyoung giggles and leaned forward, propping her arm up on the table and putting her chin on her palm. you avoided her stare, but you couldn't hide your red ears. “gaeul-sunbae’s gonna be really disappointed to hear about this.”

“please, stop with that. gaeul-sunbaenim is not interested in me.” you say in an attempt to divert her attention.

well, much to your dismay, wonyoung wouldn’t let up just like that. she completely disregards what you were saying. “i guess you’re kinda cute. in an almost pitiful way.” she says, eyes examining your features way too intently. “intelligent, decent, and you don’t dress that bad…” the tall girl continues on, taking note of the accessories you have on your wrists, neck, and hair.

you really didn’t know if she expected you to thank her.

“i’d say innocent too, but that's not all true, is it?” wonyoung moves closer, her perfume once again wafting into your nose and nearly intoxicating you. she places a pretty hand on your thigh, smirking at the way you flinched and hid behind your book. “since i’ve lost interest in whatever you actually want to do, how about we do something that’s actually worth my time?” she says, prying your book off of your hands and putting it on the table.

“i-i can’t skip classes. i was serious when i told you that i want to keep my scholarship—”

“don’t worry. you won’t be stepping a foot outside of your beloved school for this activity.”

see, there were a lot of things that you didn’t believe were true in the world. one of them being your brother allegedly not being free earlier this morning to give you a ride to school because he had something important to do, when you knew he just wanted to play video games until he had to leave for his classes. and now, you have something you can add on the list: jang wonyoung kissing you.

you were waiting to be woken up again, convinced that this was all just a very detailed and prolonged dream. but wonyoung bites your lower lip and nothing happens. other than you moaning softly, obviously.

“i knew you’d like this.” wonyoung mutters before grabbing you by your necktie and pulling you closer. her tongue tasted like coffee, mint, and peaches, and her lips were so, so soft. you were on cloud nine; how many people can say their totally unattainable crush kissed them first?

still, despite liking wonyoung’s lips and the warm feeling on your chest, you couldn’t help but gasp and move away once her hand squeezed your breast.

“what?” wonyoung asked, a bit annoyed.

“w-what are you doing?” you asked back, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“...trying to fuck you? i don’t understand what was so misleading about my intent there.” wonyoung says, looking at you like you were the crazy one.

“how is sex so casual to you and your friends…?” you mumbled. you said all that but the thought of wonyoung touching you like that made you feel certain things in your lower region that you really did not want to know about. or maybe you did, but you were just terrified.

wonyoung, utterly confused, quirked up an eyebrow. “why wouldn’t it be to you? wait,” the tall girl takes another second to look at your bright red cheeks, and the way you squeezed your thighs together presumably to calm that feeling in your core. and then she laughs. “of fucking course, you’re a virgin.”

having your crush find out that you haven’t been touched all your life and laugh at your face about it was not in your bingo card.

“that’s putting it lightly… you’re even my first kiss.” you admitted. you absentmindedly touched your lips with your fingers, smiling as you remembered the way wonyoung’s felt when she had been kissing you.

the tall girl stares at you, there was a softer look in her eyes that made you melt. “ugh, you really are fucking cute. you’re making me feel really bad about poking fun at you earlier.” (and that was definitely new. jang wonyoung never feels bad.)

you shrugged, simply accepting that that was her personality, as brutally honest as she was. you started packing up your things half-heartedly after minutes of silence. a part of you was mad at yourself for cutting off that kiss earlier. maybe you would still be kissing wonyoung right now if you hadn’t stopped her, or maybe you’d be doing something more.

“where are you going?” wonyoung asked, looking up at you since you were now standing.

you pulled at your uniform, “y-you said this was a waste of your time so… i think i’ll just study on my own. t-thank you, though. for the coffee and… that other thing.”

just as you made a step towards the door, wonyoung stands up and catches your wrist in a tight grip. “you’re killing me, (y/n).” wonyoung muttered. she pulls you close, which causes you to drop your bag to the ground and nearly crash into her.

“because you’ve somehow managed to make me feel soft inside, you’re getting laid.”

“i’m getting what—”

“i’m gonna fuck you, (y/n). seriously, what era are you from?”

and with that, wonyoung kisses you again. she wasn’t as gentle as before. her hands were on your hair, tugging and pulling. you didn’t know where to put your hands exactly, but wonyoung noticed this somehow took one of your hands with her own and placed it on her hip. you tried to keep up with her as much as you could, not at all aware of how messy you really were with the way you kissed.

unsurprisingly, wonyoung was annoyed at this and pulled away, “this isn’t a slobbering competition. can you calm down?” she says.

“i can’t. i really like you—”

“fuck. you’re pathetic.” she kisses you again, and you really didn’t know if you should have felt insulted or flattered. a part of you wanted to see how far you could go, this was a once in a lifetime kind of thing after all, so this time around you actually tried kissing her better. wonyoung moves, she’s got your lower back pressed against the desk and her hands on either side of you while you hold her face. she lets you control the kiss, smiling slightly since she found you so, so endearing.

wonyoung sneaks a leg in between your thighs and presses her knee against your buzzing core, making you moan into her mouth. she takes off your school-issued blazer and throws it mindlessly in some unknown corner, then she takes your necktie and slowly tugs you towards the small couch in the room, all while keeping her lips on yours. she unfortunately breaks the kiss and sat down on the soft cushion, leaving you standing in front of her, confused and out of breath.

wonyoung leans back on the couch, smirking, “come on, baby. give me a show.”

you didn’t know what she meant, and you were too afraid of turning her off by asking. but by the way she licked her lips as her eyes scanned you up and down, you just did the next best thing you could’ve thought of doing. you pulled off your necktie and you must’ve done something right because wonyoung’s smirk only widened, urging you to continue on undressing yourself. next, you started unbuttoning your white shirt, revealing your silky cream-colored bra. and finally, you pulled off your panties, just so you wouldn’t have a hard time doing it later.

wonyoung was more of an open book than you expected because it was quite easy to tell that she really like what she was seeing.

patting her lap, wonyoung beckons you over, “sit.” she said. you let your shirt fall to the floor and did as you were told, settling yourself on the taller girl’s lap. you shuddered at the feeling of her thigh against your bare cunt, and fought the urge to ride her.

“it’s always the quiet and nerdy girls like you, hm? hiding all of this behind a book and some straight A’s…” wonyoung’s pretty hands explore your body; from your back, your chest, your stomach, and to your thighs. she enjoyed the way you shivered and slightly moved yourself, desperate for some friction in that area. she plants a small kiss on your collarbone before smiling up at you and attacking your neck. she sneaks a hand underneath your skirt and palms your dripping pussy, her long fingers parting your folds and her thumb just barely brushing your clit.

your soft moans filled the air as wonyoung marks you up. she favored your chest, leaving hickies all over it. she leans back, staring at her work proudly. you took her face in your hands, tilting her head up slightly and then putting your lips on hers. you could feel her smiling as she kissed you back. she found your enthusiasm entertaining, but she was glad she wouldn’t have to do all the work. you boldly pushed your tongue past her parted lips, bravely exploring her mouth. your heart starts beating erratically upon hearing wonyoung’s muffled moans. her voice was so pretty.

suddenly, wonyoung inserts a finger knuckle deep inside you, making you gasp into her mouth and pull away from her lips. the tall girl laughed, “that caught you off guard?” as if she wasn’t looking directly at your widened eyes and gaping mouth. wonyoung pulls her single finger out slowly and pushes it back in, watching as your face contorted from the tiniest bit of pain you were feeling.

“one more?” she asks, but she doesn’t give you a chance to reply and goes ahead and inserts a second finger, making you whine and hug her. wonyoung giggles against your chest as she quickens her pace, relishing in the feeling of her fingers smoothly going in and out of you. the pain was quick to go away, and soon enough you only felt pleasure.

“you’re so tight, baby,” wonyoung wraps her free arm around your waist to keep you steady. she curls her fingers inside you and you moan loudly in her ear. “i’m glad i got to you first. i guarantee you nobody else can fuck a pretty little thing like you as good as i can.”

wonyoung looks up, staring at your features while you try to keep yourself as quiet as you can. the walls weren’t soundproof after all, and the librarian could very well just open the door and invite herself in to check on the students occupying the room. upon realizing this, you threw a quick glance at the door, worried out of your mind. wonyoung notices and gives you a kiss on the cheek to grab your attention, and she was successful.

“nobody will care. plus, you’re with me. you’ll be fine,” she said. she holds onto your waist tighter as she moves her fingers even faster. you clutched onto her shirt, biting your lip but unsuccessfully holding your moans back. “be as loud as you want, baby. let this whole school know who’s fucking you.”

wonyoung couldn’t even begin to tell you how turned on she was right now. you were falling apart before her eyes, the prim and proper (y/n) (l/n) being reduced to this… and knowing that it was all for her… wonyoung doesn’t know if she could hold herself back from completely ruining you on the spot.

“mmhn… ahh— mommy..! mommyy…”

well, shit.

wonyoung was pleasantly surprised. she chuckles, “what? say that again, love.”

you shook your head, embarrassed. “it… it just—fuck—it just slipped out.. i’m sorry…”

wonyoung presses her thumb on your clit and rubs it roughly, “say it.” you whined loudly. that felt too good.

blinded by pleasure, you fulfill wonyoung’s wish. “m-mommy… mommy, ruin me, please…!” you started moving your hips, meeting wonyoung’s thrusts and somehow it made everything feel better by about a hundred percent.

wonyoung was considerably happy. “good girl. can you take one more?” again, she asks but she doesn’t wait for you to answer. now three of her long fingers were inside you, just completely pounding into you mercilessly. the tall girl watched as you basically fucked yourself into her hand. shit, she could cum by the sight of you alone. you were even more beautiful when you were a mess… wonyoung has to fuck you more after this.

“this is a better look for you… none of that honor student bullshit. don’t you like being fucked stupid like this?” wonyoung says, once again curling her fingers and smirking as you throw your head back in pleasure.

you managed to choke out an answer. “yes, mommy… i do, i do…”

never in your life did you ever expect to be calling your crush, the untouchable jang wonyoung no less, such a nickname and even more so, getting fucked by her in a semi-public setting! you were sure to get weird looks from people who might be outside, and the news will spread like wildfire of course but you didn’t care for any of that. not right now, at least. because why else would you think of anything but the girl who was taking you to the stars?

“feels good, yeah? want more, baby?” wonyoung was saying. she herself was getting her panties soaked the faster you were riding her fingers, but she was going to have to take care of her own problem later. she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, after all.

“mmhn.. more…”

wonyoung clicks her tongue, “magic words.” she brings her hand down to your ass, making you whine.

you immediately comply — you were chasing after something that was unknown to you, but you desperately wanted it. and you knew only wonyoung can help you get there. “p-please, mommy… i want more…” you said, looking directly into wonyoung’s eyes and watching as her pink and plump pillowy-soft lips spread into a satisfied smile.

“mhm. you learn quickly, don’t you? what a good girl.”

fucking hell. did everything that came out of her mouth have to sound so hot?

as promised, wonyoung gives you ‘more’. she shifts herself slightly up on her seat, holds your waist in a death grip and whispers, “put your arms around me.” then, she pulls her long fingers out almost all the way before plunging their full length back inside you, deeper than it has ever gone. the sound that left your mouth loud, dirty, and wonyoung could hear the pain beneath all pleasure. 

she repeats her action, and you finally understood why she told you to hold onto her because holy fuck you were going to fall off her lap. you wrapped your arms around wonyoung’s neck and held her close, screaming into her ear every time she brushes past your sweet spot.

“w-wony.. wonyoung— mommy..! i feel weird… i feel weird, i feel weird…!!”

“shh, shh, it’s okay. it’s supposed to feel like that,” wonyoung starts kissing up your neck again, stopping directly under your jawline and leaving another hickey there. “you’re doing so good, baby. we’re almost done. just hold on for mommy, ‘kay?” she pats your ass, gently rubbing on it to ease the sting that her slap left earlier.

you shook your head, “i c-can’t… stop, stop… please..!” you were feeling too many things at once. you wanted whatever this was all leading up to but it was overwhelming. you wanted it to be over but you wanted to prove something to wonyoung, as if ‘holding on’ for longer like she asked would get you a medal from her or something.

“okay, okay… let go, then. it’s okay…”

wonyoung hits a spot and unexpectedly, the pressure in your stomach tightens and breaks in a second. your entire body stiffened as you came undone on wonyoung’s hand with a long, loud moan mixed with a sob. wonyoung shushes you gently, using her free hand to caress your back. she pulls out her other hand from your cunt, it was completely drenched with your juices.

you leaned back after getting a hold of yourself, albeit only a little, and watched as wonyoung licked her fingers. fuck. what you would give to engrave that moment in your mind.

“feeling alright?” wonyoung asked, brushing your damp hair away from your face with her dry hand. you looked exhausted and fucked out. it was hot. wonyoung’s core was throbbing like crazy. she wanted to get off to you so bad. you nodded weakly at her question, even though you didn’t look and feel ‘okay’. you were feeling a lot of fucking things, that’s what.

“t-thank you…” you said suddenly.

wonyoung tilts her head to the side, “for what?” seriously, you were so cute. with your flushed cheeks, eyes glistening with tears, and hair a big mess.

“...you know what for.” you mumbled, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. wonyoung laughs—music to your ears—and pulls you close by your waist, hugging you and kissing your bare shoulder.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying anything for god knows how long. you would ocassionally lift your head and wonyoung would kiss you, then softly asking if you were okay, or if you needed anything. sometimes, she just looked at you, tugging at your heartstrings and making you wonder just what she was thinking. (‘how come i have never seen you before?’)

eventually, however, it was time for both of you to leave as you had some actual studying to do and wonyoung, well, she has a party to attend. typical.

“hey, i’m giving you my number.” wonyoung says when you finally managed to make yourself look tidy and somewhat presentable. you knew that hickies were all over your neck, but you were too tired to lose your head over them.

“uh, why?” you asked, reluctantly pulling out your phone but not handing it over just yet.

“oh, no reason. i give my number away for free. it’s a thing i do.” wonyoung replies in an exaggerated tone. she snatches your phone from your hands, rolling her eyes at your apparently ridiculous question. her actions reminded you that yes, wonyoung will always be a snob through and through. even after giving you the best fuck of your life.

“ha ha.” you laughed sarcastically. you barely caught your phone when wonyoung mindlessly dropped it on your hands in retaliation. you weren’t going to lie though, having your crush put her number on your phone was a dream come true. you looked at your screen, ready to send wonyoung a quick message so she can save your number when you noticed the name she gave herself.

mommy💘

before you could say anything, wonyoung puts a single finger on your lips and winks, “call me when you need ‘help’ again, baby.”

[foolish-rat]

Commentary on RTTE S1 Ep 13 Total Nightmare

This is one of my favorite episodes in the show and I don’t see enough people talking about it.

Ruff: And so the drama begins...

Tuff: One man, one dragon, one leg, vs one rapidly closing dome.

Guys, I love the twins so much. They have a new hyperfixation every other day and it’s amazing. Also, Tuff, you ain’t gotta do my boy Hiccup like that 😭

Tuff: 'Twas once a drill, then it became a game, now it is theater!

Ruff: Let the drama unfold!

Ruff’s little pose here. I love her so so so much

Tuff: I'll wager he loses an eye.

Ruff: Haha! On the contrary, i predict act one, scene one will conclude with the loss of a gallbladder.

Tuff: Or perhaps a leg, what say you, young Hiccup?

Again with the leg jokes. Me personally, I wouldn’t take that level of disrespect.

The whole scene with Snotlout racing is just him getting hit with branches. How is my man not concussed, bro got a skull made of gronckle iron 💀 Also, he 100% could’ve made that if he didn’t spend 5 seconds shouting at Hookfang

Hookfang refusing the fish and then throwing not only the fish but Snotlout as well 😭

Snotlout: Ow, hey, everybody saw that right?

Tuff: Yes we did, my friend and it was delightful.

Tuff… 😭

Snotlout: No I mean Hookfang, he's acting weird.

Fishlegs: How's that?

Snotlout: Well, he didn't listen to me during the race, he ran away, he just spit fish in my face, and threw me against the wall!

The wall in question:

Also Fishlegs, why are you smiling

Hookfang slamming his head against the roof multiple times, I’m not entirely sure what the plan was there. Like, I feel like that was probably the least productive thing he could’ve done.

Snotlout’s face here. This is probably how the other riders see him

Hookfang was put in time out. Free my man, he ain’t do nothing wrong 🗣️

Snotlout: Hey! Hookfang, you feeling better? Who wants tuna for breakfast?

That is NOT a tuna, also why is it so big???

Snotlout: Great. I accept your offer to help in the search. Come on, Toothless. Up, bud! Fly, bud! Do something, bud!

Hiccup really does call Toothless bud a lot. It means a lot to me that the other riders notice this as well.

Toothless is so done with Snotlout

Snotlout: This place again? This is where I found him last time.

Why wasn’t that the first place he checked???

Astrid: Look! There is another Monstrous Nightmare!

Hiccup: That's not just another Monstrous Nightmare. That's a female Monstrous Nightmare.

You can tell because she is pink and pink is a girl color

Snotlout: A female Monstrous Nightmare? Now it all makes sense. My dragon has a way with the ladies! Must have picked up a few pointers from his master.

Astrid: I doubt it. She's not dry heaving.

L rizz from Snotlout

Snotlout try not to get injured challenge: impossible

Fishlegs: it means that meeting this female has reawakened his primal instincts. And he’s returning to the wild.

Fishlegs successfully predicting the third movie.

Fishlegs: It's nature, Snotlout. You can't fight it.

Snotlout: Watch me.

Ate that line up

Hiccup: It's a scary idea, huh? That one of our dragons might just one day go back to the wild? You'd never do that to me, would you bud? I didn't think so.

Uh…

Snotlout: Primal instincts, Thor's butt! My primal instinct is to get my dragon back.

Another banger line

Snotlout: Hi, Girl Hookfang! I see, you already got my boy bringing dinner for you. Big step.

He’s jealous

He got hit in the face with an eel. Real talk, I wanna know how this man is still alive. This is gonna be a long rant analyzing the effect of an injury in a kids tv show, skip ahead if you don’t want to read this part.

There are 3 different things that determine the severity of the shock and the resulting injury; the amount of voltage, the duration of the shock, and path of the shock through the body. Unfortunately, Snotlout did not have a single thing going well for him and managed to have the worst luck in all 3 areas. Electricity is extremely dangerous. 120 volts going through the human body for only 2 seconds is enough to cause death. Electric eels can produce charges on average from 450-600 volts of electricity. Some have been recorded to produce up to 860 volts. For comparison, outlets only use 120 volts. The duration of the shock effects how severe the injury is. Unsurprisingly, the longer the shock, the greater the injury. Snotlout was electrocuted for about 3-5 seconds which is a pretty long time, especially since a single shock from an eel is enough to cause significant pain or immobilize their prey. An important thing to note is that the eel is on land. Without water to disperse some of the shock, it would be stronger and more direct. He was hit in the face, and the eel landed on his chest, where it continuously shocked him for 3-5 seconds. Currents through the heart or nervous system are most dangerous. A shock to the head will cause your nervous system to be damaged. A shock to the chest is incredibly dangerous as it gives direct access to the body’s most vital organs. He managed to get shocked in the two worst places to get shocked.

Long story short, I have no idea how this mf is alive.

Snotlout: I have had enough of you, Hookfang! It's time to choose, her or me.

Genuinely sobbing

Tuff: Classic romantic comedy paradigm. Boy gets dragon, boy loses dragon, dragon falls asleep, boy eats, boy falls asleep, dragon eats.

What is he going on about???

Snotlout: I give up. If being with her makes Hookfang happy, I guess I should be happy for him, too. Ugh. If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go lay down for a few... weeks.

🥺

Hiccup: We've gotta get him back in the saddle right away.

Hiccup, not everyone solves their problems by working

Snotlout: Too small, too slow, two heads.

This is genuinely one of my favorite jokes in the entire series.

Hiccup: What are you saying?

Snotlout: I'm saying that if I can't fly Hookfang, I don't want to fly any dragon.

Astrid: How can you be a dragon rider and not ride a dragon?

Snotlout: You were always the smart one, Astrid.

🥺

Snotlout: Quitting, that's right. ✨I shall be a dragon rider no more✨

Why did he say it like that-

Tuff: Time to call in the understudy.

Ruff: Hey Fishlegs, how's your Snotlout?

immediately looking for a replacement 💀

Hiccup: Oh, come on Snotlout, you're just hurting now, that's all. Give it some time.

Snotlout: No, Hiccup, my mind is made up. I'm going to say goodbye to Hookfang, and then sail back to Berk for good. It's over.

genuinely heartbreaking

Astrid: You wanna tell us what's going on here?

Fishlegs: It looks like two male dragons fighting over a female.

Ruff: Yeah, I've heard male Vikings do it too, but I've personally never seen it.

Give it a few years, Ruff

Hiccup: Get him, Snotlout! You guys can do this.

Astrid: Hey, be careful. He's pretty nasty.

Snotlout: Whatever happens to us, promise me you'll protect those eggs.

Hiccup: We will.

🥺

Astrid: He's crazy.

Hiccup: He's Snotlout.

Astrid: True.

Couldn’t have put it better myself

The evil smirk. Bro got a diabolical scheme

Snotlout: And to think I saved them. Okay, okay! We saved them. We saved them. Snotlout, Hookfang! Oi! Oi! Oi!

Love that he’s chanting both of their names.

Hiccup: Uh, what's wrong with you two?

Ruff: Nothing.

Tuff: You just don't see enough happy endings these days. Snotlout! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

The twins are so dramatic, I love them so much

Okay that’s it 💕

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SHADES OF RED — nanami kento

summary . . . kento tries to move on, but he sees you in every shade of red

contents . . . ex-boyfriend nanami, nanami pov, f!reader, reader is only mentioned but she loves the color red, suggestive part at the end, kento has a new gf but :/ he wants you bad — 700 words

notes . . . erm this is so self indulgent btw ! everyone around me laughs at me for only getting my nails done the color red and this was born bc i got my nails done today. in my yearning!kento era ig <33 he can miss us instead of the other way around smh

kento had never considered himself a sentimental man.

he’d always had the keen ability to let go of things easily—or, at least, to let go of them without too much regret. he’d never been overly emotional about things that served as reminders to his past. kento could’ve passed his childhood home and, sure, he’d feel a twinge of nostalgia. but it was one that he’d get over once he was out of the neighborhood, on his way to something different, somewhere better.

perhaps, it was a lack of sentimentality, or perhaps his future orientation was just a mechanism to help him cope with the ever-changing thing he called life. 

too bad that approach never worked when it came to you. 

even after you broke up with him, kento saw you everywhere he went. four years together was too much time, and time wasn’t enough to wash away the smell of your perfume, the love letters you’d written that he’d shoved away. kento still had a few of your belongings you’d never come back for. pieces of jewelry you’d left behind, and he’d never been able to get rid of. 

your pretty red lipstick still stained the corner of his sofa, the tiny little smear where you’d accidentally dropped the tube.

you’d apologized, embarrassed, so flustered he thought you might cry. but he’d only laughed instead, pushed the cap back on, and kissed the lipstick right back off your face. 

it had been his fault anyways.

your golden bracelet still hung with his watches, interlaced with rubies and diamonds. an anniversary gift he’d gotten you, and one that you’d thrown at him angrily when you finally left him. 

there was a red ribbon in the center console of his car, one that he’d left there in case you ever forgot a hair tie. 

there were reminders of you everywhere, there was red everywhere. the color of the passion, and the color of the fiery love that had burned bright between you. 

he saw you everywhere…

even in his new girlfriend. 

the first time gojo met her, he told kento how much she looked like you. maybe a little bit taller, her hair a little bit different. her lips were wider, eyes a slightly different shade.

still, the similarities were striking. and she’d never know.

besides all of the red, kento had erased whatever traces of you he could find, kept them locked up in a pretty burgundy box that was tucked away in his closet. 

and maybe she was similar to you in appearance, but she was gentler, softer, and she had an affinity for shades of pink. a light rose color was her favorite.

she probably thought that it bothered him, the obvious sign of femininity taking over his apartment. but kento appreciated that the lacy ribbons she left lying around, the lingerie sets, were much lighter than the color you’d tended towards. 

“kento,” she interrupted his stream of thought, as he stared at the splotch of maroon on his sofa, remembering how you’d stained his cheeks the same color.

he hummed. it’d been nearly six months since he’d seen you last. it’d seemed like longer. 

he shouldn’t miss you this much.

he did, though.

“i’m thinking of getting my nails done.” his new girlfriend—the one that looked like you but wasn’t you—stretched her hands out, looking at the chipped pastel pink at the end of her nails. half of the paint was gone. 

“okay,” he said, shrugging. shades of pink, she lived in. it’d be a shade of pink again.

she looked at her fingers, scrutinizing them like she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. “i’m not sure it’d suit me, but… what do you think of red?” 

kento’s eyes had drifted over, and for a moment, he contemplated a protest. it didn’t suit her. she was a gentle, sweet soul. her voice soft, words loving—she was pink.

then, he remembered the softness of your palm over his thigh, your fingers threaded in his hair. nails longer, filed perfectly, a beautiful red color painted onto them. 

he missed you.

he felt guilty for his answer.

“sure, honey,” kento said, smiling. “that’s pretty.” 

when she came home later, kento had pulled her into the bedroom, turned off the lights, the room dark already with the sun that had set. her hands were smaller than yours, fingers more slender, but the color of her nails was the same. 

he could imagine your hands between his legs, stroking him lovingly. and kento had to seal his lips tightly to keep your name from spilling from them when he imagined you instead of her.

“mmm,” his new girlfriend had muttered, snuggling into his side. kento stared at the ceiling, sick with longing. “i love you. night, kento.” 

he didn’t answer.

when she was asleep, kento climbed out of bed, padded to the kitchen with his phone in his hand. it was past midnight, but you tended to stay up later, a book on your lap, with some form of red on the cover. 

his finger hovered over your name; there used to be a red heart next to it, and he wanted to put it back.

he wondered if this would just be another one of those times where his calls went unanswered. or, maybe, this time, you’d pick up. 

kento didn’t care anyway.

he pressed the call button.

[i-am-baechu]

♡ Summary: Being a father is the greatest gift Namjoon could ever ask for from Y/N. This Christmas it has turned out to be the hardest one for the family. 

♡ Rating: PG - 14

♡ Genre: Established relationship; Dad! Namjoon x Mom! Reader, romance, fluff and angst 

♡ Author’s Note: This is the sequel to Baby Daddy! Also I worked all day on Christmas Eve and on Christmas I spent it with my family. It’s been busy for me!! 

Namjoon knew the day was coming but he didn’t realize it was coming this fast. They spoke about his military leave twice in the past year. Once, in the beginning and the second, in the middle. Both times Y/N was crying and Namjoon dropped the topic. He hated seeing his wife cry. He couldn’t bear the realization on Su-jin’s face that daddy wasn’t coming home at the end of the day and it hurt more that Y/N had to face it alone.  

He wanted to celebrate Christmas early so at least he can see Su-jin’s second Christmas before he leaves. It was December tenth and Namjoon made their living room filled with Christmas decorations the night before. Their tree was filled with ornaments that had glitter falling down onto their carpet and the lights flashed different colors that made Su-jin hypnotized. Of course Namjoon made sure the tree had mountains of presents underneath with cartoon paper hiding what was inside. 

Y/N watched Su-jin open another gift and she sighed. She leaned towards Namjoon who was sitting next to her with a wide grin, “Joon, don’t you think this is overdoing it?” 

He shook his head and kissed Y/N’s cheek, “No, I wish I could’ve done more.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Babe, how much more could you have done?” 

“Trust me, I had plans.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” 

Su-jin started letting out her giggles when she started playing with her new microphone. Y/N glanced at her and smiled. Namjoon bent down and grabbed a small box that was hidden behind the tree, “Baby, I got you something.”  

She looked back at Namjoon with a surprised look and then at the tiny box, “Joonie, I told you-”

“This is special please.”

She took the box and let out a laugh, “You always had to have it your way.” 

“You’ll like it.”

She opened the box and her eyes widened. It was a ring that had all of their birthstones and engraved in the ring it said, MY FOREVER. She placed the ring next to her wedding bands with excitement, “Namjoon, this is so beautiful.” 

Namjoon placed his hand on top of hers and glanced at the ring, “I just wanted you to know...no matter what. You guys are my forever. Even if I’m far away, I’m always thinking of you guys.” 

“Joon, I don’t need a ring for that. I already know.” 

“I just wanted you to have something...”

She smiles and leans forward, placing a quick peck on his lips, “I love it and I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

Later that night, Y/N put Su-jin down and it was just the couple. They were in the living room cuddling up watching a random drama with Christmas lights flashing in semi darkness. Namjoon’s fingers carefully went through her hair as she played with his fingers, it was pure bliss. 

“Neh, Namjoon...Do you remember when we met?” 

“Of course I do....”

Another long night and Namjoon felt like shit. All day he was messing up in practice and while no one got mad at him, he was mad at himself. He kept trying but nothing was working. It was frustrating because even Jin picked up the choreography. 

“Namjoon, let’s get some coffee. You need it.”

Namjoon looked up from the floor and gave him a sad smile, “Sure...maybe they have a drink that can make me dance better.”

Yoongi scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “Shut up, let’s go.” 

They walked down the street to the only cafe open that late. There was soft jazz music playing and the sound of soft talks echoed in the room. whispers that held comfort under the dim lighting. They ordered their usual and waited at a table towards the back. Yoongi was on his phone and Namjoon was just staring outside into the night. He wished he could be better at dancing. He was their leader but he couldn’t help them with the formation, what kind of leader is he? 

“You look like you're thinking hard.” 

A soft voice blended in with the jazz music but it was loud enough for him to hear. He turned his head to see a girl around his age looking at him with a soft smile. The way her eyes looked at him made him feel like he was by a fireplace on a cold day. It was comforting and nice, “Yeah...thinking.”

She placed the cups down on the table and turned her head slightly towards him, “Are you alright? Thinking too hard just causes problems and no one likes problems.” 

“Problems can be the solutions we need.”

“Or the headaches we don’t want.”

Yoongi snickered at this and took a sip of his coffee as he watched the two go back and forth. Y/N heard her name at the counter and sighed, “I have to go but my advice is...don’t be too hard on yourself. We have one life, why be so mean to ourselves.” 

Namjoon watched her walk away and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. There was something about her and he wanted to figure it out. 

She let out a small laugh at the memory, “You were so nervous, it was cute.”

He rolled his eyes at this and changed the channel, “I wasn’t nervous. I was just...overwhelmed...”

“That’s what you said when you asked me out, remember?” 

“Jimin, I don’t think this is going to work.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and handed Namjoon the flowers, “Y/N’s favorite flowers are daisies.”

Hoseok nodded his head and opened the cafe door for him, “Stop being nervous and ask her out before someone else does. Like that guy from the other cafe.” 

“I’m not nervous...I’m overwhelmed.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Just go.” 

Namjoon entered the cafe and saw Y/N watering the plants. He heard Jungkook’s voice playing and he smiled. Y/N told him that she would always support him because she believed that he would become big. She was always there believing in her. 

She looked up and waved at him, “Hey! I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Sorry...ummm....these are for you.”  

She glanced down to see him handing her daisies. She smiled softly and took them out of his hands. She brought the daisies to her nose and inhaled the scent, “You shouldn’t have...I love them Namjoon. Thank you.” 

He felt his face get hot but a surge of confidence flew through him, “Y/N you would go on date me?” 

“Namjoon, are you okay?” 

He knew she was teasing him and she sighed. He looked away with his red face to avoid her mischievous eyes, “Would you go on a date with me?

“Of course I would.” 

“It’s not funny, Y/N.”

“I think it is.”  She reached for the remote and shut off the t.v, “We should head to bed. You want to take Su-jin  to the park tomorrow, remember.” 

He smiles at his daughter's name and nods his head, “Yeah, I wanted her to play with Jungkook while we walk through the park together.” 

“That sounds lovely.” 

The couple shut off everything in the living room and headed towards their bedroom. They both laid in their respective spots and she stared at him with a frown. He raised his eyebrow at this and turned towards her, “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“I’m just going to miss you...”

“Well maybe Santa will bring me to you.” 

She rolled her eyes and moved closer to him until she felt his body heat, “The only thing I want from Santa is our family together.”

“Baby...” He kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “It’s going to be okay.” 

She let out a snicker as she snuggled into his chest, “Been an angel all year, Santa baby...”

He snorted at this and pinched her sides, making her wiggle, “Shush you...”

“Just promise me you’ll write to me.” 

“Of course I will, babe.” 

She looked up and kissed the side of his neck, “I can’t believe Taehyung is shaving his head.”

“I know, he looks like a prince with his hair. It’s going to be wild to see him without it.”

“I always said you looked like a professor that had all the girls drooling during class.”

He smirked at this and he tightened his grip, “Is that so?”

“Very much so...now that you shaved your head...I don’t know you got hotter to me.”

“Really? Su-jin misses my hair.”

She snickers at this and nodded her head, “She does, she was so confused when you didn’t have it but I think you look handsome.” 

“And I think you look beautiful. Let’s sleep.”

“Fine, what time are we leaving?”

“Around eleven.” 

She kissed his chest and closed her eyes, “Good night my love.” 

“Good night.” 

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･

“Hyung! Noona!” 

The couple pushed Su-jin towards Jungkook and she waved at him, “Good morning, Kook.” 

Jungkook smiled at her and gave her a tight hug, “Noona, I heard you had a surprise.”

She raised her eyebrow at this, “And who told you this?” 

“Yoongi...”

She rolled his eyes, “It’s not a surprise...It’s more I baked you a cake for all your solo activities.”

Namjoon took Su-jin out of the stroller and pouted, “You didn’t make me a cake for my solo...”

“This is why I told Yoongi not to tell you. I knew you would blurt it out.”

“Sorry noona.” 

She let out a chuckle and ruffled Jungkook’s hair, “It’s fine. Namjoon, I gave you a baby. That’s bette than cake.” 

“Nothing in this world can compare to my Su-Jin. Want to play with Uncle Kook, Su-jin?” 

Su-jin made grabby motions towards Jungkook and he happily took her. He kissed all over her face and Y/N smiled at the scene before her, “You can play on the playground. Just be careful, she’s been more curious these days.”

“I will noona. Have fun on your walk.” 

Namjoon intertwined their fingers together and they walked. It was winter but today it wasn’t as cold. It was the perfect temperature. They walked closely together in silence as nature became their theme song. Namjoon glanced down at her and smiled, “What do you think about having another baby?”

She glanced up at him and gave him a surprise look, “Another baby? I would love to have another one but you're leaving soon...”

“When I come back?”

She let out a small laugh, “Maybe Santa can make that come true.” 

“Santa's probably tired of us asking him for things.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “But that’s the fun of Christmas.” 

“So...Another baby? Hurry down the chimney tonight.~” 

Y/N let go of Namjoon’s hand and started to walk away from him, “I’m going back to Su-jin.”

“Wait no! Comeback!”

[read-write-thrive]

part 1 (both girls in their full outfits) ; part 2 (Edwina in several other outfits/sketches) ; part 3 (the companion to this piece aka Edwina getting ready :)

part 4 of my fem!payneland fanart series!!!! as I talked about with the poll, I have quite a few variations of this piece as I couldn’t make up my mind on a few of the elements, but I listened to your feedback and have included them all here !! the winner of the poll is above the cut with the rest of the variations below to hopefully make this not take up too much of your dash lol

lmk what you think - especially people who voted on the poll!! I’ve also included my thought process below the cut since I know y’all are interested :)

- first and foremost: I have absolutely no idea what order someone would get ready in with all these outfit components, so if you’re sitting here like “why is her makeup done when she has to pull a shirt over her head?” or something like that: you’re probably correct but my getting ready process is always chaos and there aren’t exactly articles on this sort of thing

- along with that: her straightening her hair is probably not accurate to how hair works but again I’ve got v little experience to pull from and trying to find a proper reference was a pain in the ass

yes her bra is fully rendered and then got covered up by her arm. I'm still mad that I did that to myself but I like the pose too much to change it so oh well

- (onto actual historical stuff!!)

- her hair is being straightened here despite straight not being in style during this era for several reasons:

1. I based her hair (and a lot of her style, as per part 1) on Rhoda Dakar of the band The Bodysnatchers, which was an all-female band that was part of the ska revival in the late 70s/early 80s. Rhoda Dakar in particular is a British artist (who’s still making music!) with an English mother and Jamaican father—so not only was she one of the only women of color I could find as part of this subgenre/in ths era/with plenty of photo references, but considering Jayden Revri is Jamaican and English (alongside Indian) himself I thought it was fitting! Her Bodysnatchers look is also much more femme leaning than the rest of the band, as well as her hair styled in a way that suggests straightening, so I carried that over to Charlotte here as well.

2. On a related note, there is a clear historical and modern difference in hairstyles worn/made popular/deemed fashionable by non-white versus white individuals and I thought it only appropriate to acknowledge that in my design of her. I even went so far as to research how her mom’s hair may have been styled since I assume that’s who would’ve been teaching her how to care for her hair in the first place. With that, I looked at popular Indian hair trends from the 60s (figuring that’s when Charlotte’s mom could’ve still been in India and following those trends) which also involved a preference for straight/wavy hair, with soft fringe made popular by Sadhana and the styles ranging from long and luscious to styled up into a very 60s beehive. Charlotte could easily also rock a beehive, especially since the 60s revival was a part of the ska revival movement and Dakar herself styled her hair as such, but I figured Charlotte is a little too much of a rebellious teenager to go for a look she’s seen her mom wear!

- her makeup is based off of the different members of The Bodysnatchers as well as other punk/ska fans at the time. The look usually required more blush that what I gave her here, but I wanted to make sure the eyes were the feature (since Charles wears eyeliner himself) and then the lips being any less just looked weird to me. Also, Dakar doesn't seem to wear the same heavy blush that the other members do, which could be a stylistic choice but could also be the potential lack of blush shades that would work well on her skin tone, so I went that route for Charlotte here

- her underwear is all based off of meticulous searching of historical advertisements, though I will admit the sources are (presumably) American since I couldn't find British equivalents (I'm hoping the styles were similar enough...) in particular:

1. Her bra is based off of: Playtex’s New Made for Me, Playtex’s Right For Me, and Playtex’s Thank Goodness It Fits (which are seriously the names of these as per the ads—how creative /s)

2. Her panties (or pants or underwear or whatever term you want to use) are based off of: Sears Best’s Nylon tricot panties, Sears Very Impressive Panties Nylon panties, and JCPenny’s eiderlon fashion panties

3. (In the below variations) Her pantyhose are theoretically based on L’eggs and Spirit by Stevens’s Slim & Slender pantyhose. But, honestly, they’re mostly based on my own experience wearing hose bc almost none of the ads showed how the gusset of the pantyhose actually looked so I needed to fill in the gaps (one of the many reasons I’m still unhappy with them—plus the wrinkles would not look right no matter what I did !!)

4. Her socks are called slouch socks! I don’t have a specific brand for them but the style was all the rage in the 80s-90s (and I want to own some so bad ngl)

- the hair straightener is just a blob based on the reference photo since trying to research historical hair tools was beyond me at the time apparently, but the style of outlet/plug is accurate to Britain in 1989 so there’s that at least (I have no idea why my brain works like this)

- since I talked about it in the poll I feel like I should address it here: technically having a bush was well out of fashion by 1989 due to the grooming boom and new types of hair removal popular throughout the 80s and 90s. However, she’s wearing multiple layers over it and is technically a teenager (in an abusive household and a catholic all-girls school, at that) so I kept going back and forth on it. It won the poll so it’s in the main post, but you’ll see in the below variations that I really went back and forth on it. that being said I do think it’s interesting given her nylon pants being semi-sheer besides at the gusset, so I’m not mad at it. plus I figured she was definitely shaving her legs/underarms, so maybe that balances it out ?

and finally here’s the other seven variations of this piece :) lmk what you think!!

[bucknastysbabe]

Sleepover Challenge - C.Cole

Prompts

20: “take off your clothes” 77: “want help with that”

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Criston likes to make his insane Targ gf jealous, toxic couple, jealousy, self depreciation, couple’s spats as foreplay, world building, au Criston ditches to Essos with a diff Targ, pnv!sex, rough sex, degredation kink, erotic choking, talkin bout FEELINGS, fluffy toward the end

A/N: I used an OC (random timing I know) but she’s Aemond’s twin. To make a long mf story short: they ditched the war and went to Essos to start a mercenary company. If you enjoy two toxic insane people there’s more of them on my page xoxo

Taglist: @bambitas @valeskafics @fairysluna @arcielee @aemonds-holy-milk @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @targaryenbarbie @sugarpoppss2

Thanks and shoutout to @targaryen-dynasty ❣️

The princess narrowed her eyes, calculating how many ways she could kill her other half. Skysinger flew overhead, blending in with the clouds. Valaerys knew they would have to take shit jobs to build a credible reputation. Currently their company ranks included Criston, a Qohorik bowman, a pair of exiled Northern hedge knights, and the once enslaved pit fighter from Astapor. Not a bad crew. Especially when one has a dragon.

This particular entourage was idiotic. She could’ve hoisted the Volantene quim onto the dragon and be done with it. There, the dainty little thing was dropped off in in Braavos. But no. Criston insisted on the gold they would get protecting the passage of Volantene Triarch’s daughter as she traveled to Braavos to meet a sea-lord’s son.

Valaerys Targaryen didn’t like the girl at all. She was vapid and moony eyed for her lover. Criston, the cunt, seemed to enjoy the attentions— smiling and regaling the girl’s questions in fine Valyrian. He picked up the language quite well, surprisingly. Bastard Valyrian dialects weren’t so stiff on pronunciations.

The travel was long and agitating, boring truly. Criston and Valaerys’ small company only slaughtered some weak bandits near old Rhoynar ruins. They traveled on the black Valyrian roads, all on horses. The way the triarch’s daughter clung to Criston and thanked him with big lavender eyes after they killed the bandits made the former princess see red. She needed to punch something. Quick.

Their protected charge was too pretty. Jealousy burned within the Targaryen’s chest as she stewed on it. The girl was all delicate features and soft curves, utterly gorgeous. Nothing like Valaerys lanky frame, long nose, and boring straight hair. Merlot colored eyes stared into the campfire, pouty lips downturned.

Criston sidled up to his princess, nosing playfully at her cheek with a kiss. She glared and pointedly ignored the knight. Morak— the pit fighter— began to grin at the pair of them. He continued to eat and chuckle. Criston murmured lowly “What’s gotten stuck into your craw?” He settled his warm hand high up on her thigh, sliding inwards teasingly.

Valaerys grumbled absently while chewing on rations, keeping her face forward, focusing on not shivering from Criston’s big hand on her thigh. So close to where she wanted his irritating smiley face. Instead she hissed right back at him. “Don’t you need to go watch over the doll in her fancy tent? Make sure she doesn’t have any nightmares?”

The knight’s thoughts went two different ways. His pride puffed with Val’s obvious jealousy, seeking to push her a bit farther, she was something else when angered. Criston’s other side grew annoyed at her bratty behavior. He was merely being chivalrous with the noble girl, practicing his conversational Valyrian more than anything.

The Essosi girl definitely wanted a piece of him, Criston was not that dumb, but he was dumb enough to enjoy stoking his true love’s fiery temper. He rolled dark eyes at Morak, turning back to invade his pretty girl’s space. She scooted farther away, brows furrowing.

“You’re really this upset? We’re doing a job, I’m merely providing good service so we gain notoriety. You could stand to be a bit kinder,” he said. Cole’s lips grazed her ear as he admonished the angry woman. She flushed and eyed him, whispering back angrily, “Good service is coddling and carrying the mewling kitten around? She’s pretty, I get it.”

The princess slapped his big hand away from her thigh, stomping off to go see what Skysinger was up to. Criston called once, “Valaerys! Get back here!” Val was too pissed off to deal with him. Unfortunately there were familiar footsteps catching up, the knight snatching her around the midsection, pulling up close.

He rumbled, “You’re being fucking dramatic, when have I ever strayed from you?”

Valaerys wanted to sink into his body, relax and kiss those soft lips of his, catch the warm gleam in dark eyes. But she was horribly set in her head, properly offended. Criston pinched at her hip, seeking an answer.

“You’ve been by her side the entire time, maybe I could ride with the girl for once? Put the two Barrowton idiots beside her horse. You like the new cunt? Younger and richer? More power?”

Criston’s own temper flared, quickly stepping back to point a finger at the prickly blonde as he raved, “Fine then. Ride with the girl! Maybe you’ll learn some manners after all this godsdamn time! She sure has them.”

“Oh fuck you Criston!”

“If I did would you stop being such a venomous bitch?” He retorted right back, smug at her reddened face under the moonlight. Valaerys scoffed, lips trembling before continuing her quest to visit her winged beast. The ex-hand was going to show her what she thought was occurring. He stood with clenched fists, turning on his foot to sit back at the fire.

He stopped one more time, debating on whether to try again. The brunette shook his head— no, the princess wouldn’t change her mind after this spat.

Loroi was quiet, like most Qohorik. He had a fox-like face and gleaming dark eyes. Criston sat back onto the ground, angrily slugging some fermented shite from the wineskin. Loroi asked in poor common tongue “You two are…heated this trip?” Morak laughed brashly, explaining in his bastard Valyrian, “You’ve never seen a lover’s spat bowman?”

Ser Garett snorted, “They just find ways to be mad so,” his friend Ser Kendal finished, “So to spice up the fuckin’.”

Then they all burst into laughter. Criston grimaced. His princess was indeed quite angry. Not the fun way the men were mentioning either. Maybe once she rode with the fellow Valyrian things would ease up. He really didn’t enjoy seeing the princess so angered she wasn’t ready to fuck, that’s how it always went with them.

Ser Cole sighed as the Triarch’s daughter fought with the horse’s saddle. Yesterday’s ride did not go as he preferred. Valaerys made an effort to speak to the fellow blonde. Which was quite the effort considering how she already perceived the girl— a threat. The Volantene noble seemed dismissive of the dragonrider, pointedly talking to him instead.

His Val didn’t speak a word afterward and for the rest of the night beside dropping acrid backhanded insults.

Ser Criston Cole was laying it on thick in the meantime, drawing on that easy charm he held when prancing around tourneys in King’s Landing. Cole practically cooed, “Need help with that my lady?” The spoilt child seemed to enjoy Westerosi customs. She nodded eagerly, blushing, lilac eyes shiny with awe. Leaning over and straightening out the straps with a quick snap, Cole’s hand grazedacross her soft arm in the process.

Valaerys immediately slowed her horse’s gait, lips downturned as she rode in stride with Loroi. He could feel the heat on the back of his head. Hell, she might call Skysinger down. The Volantene babbled as they neared Braavos, the giant statue appearing on the horizon.

Criston helped her down the horse, kissing her ringed hand, leading the blonde to the manse of the Sealord. He was on an ego trip, his contemptuous lover growing more agitated by the second. The ex-princess completed the transaction, gaining extra gold for ‘the knight’. Valaerys stormed out when the Triarch’s daughter laid her plush lips on Criston’s stubbled cheek.

The Targaryen was planning murder. The rest focused to find a nice inn and rest for a night or two before returning to home base in Qohor. They managed to find a nice one, a bustling bar covered in colorful streamers on the street level.

Val ordered for three rooms. Criston relaxed a bit— worried he may have gone too far to fuck with her.

They drank, Cole making multiple attempts to talk to his lover. Valaerys narrowed her dark eyes at him, a bit drunker than he expected, cheeks prettily flushed. She bit out sourly “Do you find yourself enamored with every bitch with blonde hair and purple eyes on the planet?” Gritting her sharp jaw she shoved at Criston, eyes calculating.

He couldn’t help but grin at her behavior. Sometimes Criston smiled when he was agitated, heated for a fight. He snatched the leggy blonde over and pressed his face close to hers, laughing, “You truly are envious! We left our old lives together, you’re smarter than that, girl.”

She bit his bottom lip, rasping, “Flirty asshole, smiling and playing Ser Cole, fuck you,” her hands gripped at his waist while kissing him roughly, “Get your ass to the room.” Criston took his ass up to the room, the princess close behind, lobbing insults.

As soon as the door closed and locked behind them, Valaerys shoved the knight into the wall, cursing. “Take your clothes off. Fucking prick. You think it’s so funny to play with me like that? Made me feel like a godsdamn ninny, moping over how pretty she was.”

Val stepped back to shuck off her boots. Criston felt a bit afraid for what was to come but his cock was harder than the Smith’s hammer. He loved his princess like this, still grinning as he divested his armor and clothes.

“Why the fuck are you smiling? You’re lucky!”

The former Kingsguard was used to a little manhandling from his lover but she was raw aggression, shoving him flat onto the bed and crawling atop, slapping his cheek and barking, “Shit-stirrer. You knew I was upset!” He’d be lying if he said he didn’t whimper a bit.

“I should just get myself off on your thigh and leave you dry,” she hissed.

Criston tried to grovel a bit, his hands batted away from those gorgeous thighs. He pled, “Val, come on, I was merely playing to piss you off. That child was a babbling idiot.” Her dark wine colored eyes softened a hair— face turning back to anger.

“Well you’ve succeeded in pissing me off, Cole. Slut. You’re a slut. No better than the whores flashing their tits on the Street of Silk for a little coin.”

She plastered her pale body against his tanned, wet cunt sliding over his poor cock. Criston choked on his breath, eyes flashing in excitement. He breathed, “It excites me when you get angry my love, I went too far. Quit, let’s fuck it out.”

She slapped him again, lips crashing against his own, pussy grinding against him as she rocked her hips. Criston groaned and Valaerys’ tongue slid right in, twisting with his own, the pair in a frenzy. The tip of his cock kept catching against her slick opening, begging, “C’mon— Valaerys, please, I- ah- apologize. You’re the love of my life!”

She whined softly, demanding afterward, “Keep talking, oh gods, keep fucking talking.”

Criston was going to lose his mind, his soaked cock half-enveloped in her warmth but not sunken in that tight cunt. He panted and writhed, fisting his hands in the sheets. The knight knew he sounded embarrassingly needy as he kept apologizing.

“Pretty baby, fucking shit, you’re so gorgeous. Those legs, pretty lips, how your cute little tits f-feel on me— that other slut wouldn’t stand ahhaaah- chance! Lemme touch you, need it.”

Valaerys cried out and grabbed his bigger hands to massage at her tits, rutting her pussy frantically across Criston’s swollen cock. She placed both hands on his shoulders for balance, cursing and trembling as she grew closer. He always knew her signs.

“M’gonna cum on your filthy cock, you attention whore,” she groaned throatily.

“Please, please, please,” Criston panted.

Tweaking at her nipples had the angered dragon fall apart babbling and clenching. His own release was closer than expected— but Criston wanted her cunt so bad. He begged, “Mm, Val, sweetling, my favorite girl, let me fuck you, I’ll do whatever you want, just!” He whined sharply, frustration clouding coherency.

The blonde smiled teasingly, blissed out and fuck drunk. She patted Criston’s cheek to jape “That’s right, remember whose pussy this is?” She moved upward, muscles flexing in her thighs. Taking ahold of the knight’s prick she continued, “Whose cock it’s only fit for. Don’t do it again or I ought to make you a eunuch.”

Criston’s eyes rolled up when she enveloped his aching cock— groaning pitiful and high. Valaerys rasped his name, hands locking around the tender skin of his throat. He saw the twisted look in her eyes, possessive and eager. The knight knew he was getting used. Thoroughly.

All the brunette did was hold onto her hips as he gasped and threw his head back, quiet sounds slipping out. Val’s strong thighs flexed as she rode him roughly, a moan pushed out on every wet slap of their skin— sweat and release.

“You like that Criston? You wanted me to be mad, fuck you into the bed?” She managed, blonde hair falling from a once meticulous braid. Criston whimpered when she tightened her hands, nodding a yes. Her sweet pussy pulled and massaged his cock, the quick movements bringing him closer and closer.

She leaned down to his gaping mouth, spitting into it with a pleased look. Criston swallowed, almost choking because of her hands. Val exclaimed, slapping his tanned flank with a praise, throwing her head back. He was twitching and trying his best to fuck back against swift movements, drinking in her exposed neck and pretty tits.

She tightened harder, gritting out, “You’re fucking mine, best heed that, Ser Cole.”

The knight’s mouth hung open as she placed pressure on the sides of tender throat, sending his head into a tizzy. His hips helplessly stuttered as he tensed, lips stretched around a silent cry, Criston came so hard his vision went blank. Floating in rapture before coming back still in the throes.

Valaerys let go and came right along as his pumps of hot seed coated her tight cunt. Criston sucked in a breath before exhaling out a sob, then a slurry of moans and whines— stimulated and assaulted by utter ecstasy. He wrapped his arms around her pale waist and yanked the Princess against him, riding out his orgasm, panting wetly against her pulsing neck.

She curled a hand in his dark hair, breathing rapid from her exertions. Criston’s cock gave a last pitiful jerk, the pair both whining. Silence enveloped the room besides breath and the occasional soft sound. The knight knew he needed to say something. Stagnancy filled the room as quickly as the pleasure settled down.

He rolled them to the side, cock sliding out in the process, Criston’s chest swelling at the ruined mess of his love’s cunt. Dark eyes met the familiar grape-like color. He cradled her face, stroking a sharp cheekbone. Her lashes fluttered, arm tightening around his torso.

“Valaerys,” he paused to swallow, “I apologize for upsetting you…behaving childishly. But do know you’re the only one who holds my heart, my soul, the one who holds me together. I should not have made you feel otherwise, my love.”

Val’s face twisted a little, emotions welling up. She was terrible with expressing them; always disliked tears from anyone. She murmured, “She was beautiful. You were being the gallant knight and I wondered— I wondered what it was like to be pretty for you.” She sniffed and rolled her eyes, “That was fucking stupid, I didn’t feel secure. I know I’m a bitch and look like my damn brother, no curves either. Then she comes along and reminds me of it.”

Criston frowned, finding himself chiding her like he did back in Westeros, “I don’t give a rats ass about that or the idiot child, I like you the way you are. You’re beautiful to me covered in ash and dirt, blood, still banging your fists on the training post and yelling at Aegon. In leggings and chain mail.”

She smiled a bit, getting clingier, how he knew Val was feeling loved. He hummed, kissing her soft lips gentle. The princess sniffled, “I love you. So much.”

Criston replied, “And I love you, stubborn wench. Forgot to include that trait of your twin, Targaryen. I’m yours.” Besides, she handled jealousy much better than he did. A dead body or two might be lain around Essos from staring too long, or that one making her laugh with a jape. Oh, such was the nature of their love.

[luciosdisk]

Multi x reader!!

contains: Symmetra, Lucio, Juno, Mei

A/N: Sitting on a balcony pondering about what could’ve been making it what it is🥹 I enjoy this support for my works so so so much! Writing has always been something I loved doing, knowing that I can make other people happy with my Interests makes me happy!

Warnings!: Smart!Reader for Satya. Waffle enjoyer for Juno😭😭. (1) corny joke for Mei. Angst for Mei???

Symmetraᰔᩚ

💎In the beginning of the relationship between you two: it was awkard…Very awkward.

💎Satya has shared an apartment before with…someone… *cough* Niran…

💎Symmetra found interest in you due to your knowledge on certain topics; design wise of course. Satya being a recruit architect allows her to have a sense of fashion!

💎More so into the relationship is when you notice little things she does. Satya likes to be prepared for certain things; no matter what it is, She will tell you!

💎Satya always makes sure you know something before it is done.

“I will be heading out; do you need anything?” Satya questions walking towards the door

“No uh…I’m fine thanks for asking.” You responded in sequence.

💎She likes to check if you’ve made different changes to yourself or other things; change of placement of items, hair swooped to the other side, or even a change of how you speak.

💎”I’ve noticed something different about you in recent times…is it possible you began to wear more sparkling colors?” Satya inquires looking at you-not really making eye contact.

“Oh! I guess so.” You stated in surprise for you haven’t noticed until now.

💎Satya is not the one for PDA infact she doesn’t really like being touched. The feeling of touch kind of messes with her senses a tad bit. She very rarely makes a move on you.

Lúcioᰔᩚ

🐸He tried asking you out…he really did: but the words wouldn’t come out his mouth! Lúcio was a stuttering mess, all he could do is hope you understood!

🐸In the beginning of the relationship he’d ask a lot of questions(music related of course) Favorite genre? Favorite artist? Favorite band?

🐸Lúcio was attached to your hip! Literally…like for real. During his free time he loves to take you places especially where he grew up, Brazil, showing you the art he grew up with.

🐸He will sometimes say things in Portuguese and the be like “Ah I’m sorry!” And immediately translate what ever said to English (of course depending on what he said…it varies)

🐸Lúcio loves showing you off and your talents! Even if they aren’t reasonable. D.va probably knows a lot more than she tells you. How can Lúcio keep his mouth shut when he knows he has one of the most greatest people in the world has his significant other???

🐸You and him definitely match outfits to events! Whether it be Christmas or just a pool party you and him are always matching.

🐸He has a pixie mind sometimes where his mind moves faster than his body and other times it’s vice versa. Lúcio understands it might be hard for you to in-just to his way of life. Do not fret! The longer he is with you his mind and body pace together in harmony.

🐸He enjoys PDA! Lúcio loves the fact that he can make other people know your his just by holding his hand! Although if you make the move first he will get all mushy.

Junoᰔᩚ

💫 Juno has never been in a relationship until now, being the first human born on mars after all, she has never had any romantic experiences.

💫Juno is one of the most shyest people ever!

💫Juno loves to be next to you; it helps with her nerves during stressful situations. Juno knowing she is next to someone she loves makes her feel safe.

💫She will mindlessly agree with you on certain things.

“Waffles are better than pancakes!” You exclaimed with a serious attitude.

“Y-yes! Waffles are nice!” Juno speaks almost immediately after your exclaim.

💫PDA has her so embarrassed!! Juno doesn’t mind holding hands with you or hugging you it’s just the simple act that has her mind running in circles!

💫Juno loves when you compliment her on certain things: even if it’s small. The Compliments makes her hearts do jump ropes!<3

💫Juno will cry if you ask her about Martian things. Her knowing you’re interested in her life when she was on mars also makes her happy.

💫Sometimes even if it isn’t a yes or no question She’ll just nod (she wasn’t paying attention to your words, only your beauty.) And then apologize frantically.

Meiᰔᩚ

❄️Oh how she cares so much for you should be studied!

❄️She loves caring for you kind of like a mom in a way: making sure you have food on your plate, you have nice clothes, and your happy.

❄️Snowball enjoys your company as well! Making pleasant beeps when they see you. Snowball sees you as a parent to it…like you and Mei are it’s parents(no matter your gender)

❄️If you like science Mei will love to do experiments with you! Rather A-mei-zing (pun intended)

❄️Mei has a bad habit of apologizing when anything goes wrong…anything. Mei apologizes even if it’s not her fault! If you confront her about she will also apologize.

❄️Once you get it through to her she’ll stop apologizing as much(she stands still and avoids eye contact) During the conversation she will and does cry! Mei is so use to apologizing it feels disrespectful if she doesn’t.

❄️Mei enjoys PDA she finds hand holding to be her favorite. She doesn’t like kissing or making out in public she finds it just plain gross.

❄️”Me and Snowball decided to make dinner for you…you seemed upset today, I’m sorry..” Mei spoke in a soft tone being filled by condescending nods from snowball

“Thank you Mei! Don’t be sorry-it’s not your fault I’m upset.” You replied trying to get your point through. It isn’t her fault

[sopiao]

Soap and Gaz that likes to play with and style your hair (>_o)*

At first it started when Soap noticed how you always kept one or two hair ties on your wrist. Whenever your in the middle of missions you’d tie your hair up, away from your face. Or to keep your neck cool from the heat.

But sometimes you’d forget to take a hair tie and end up irritated with the wind blowing hair in your face. Huffing and groaning whenever hair poked your eye or got in your mouth. Soap tapped your shoulder to get your attention.

When you turned around Soap had his arm up, showing that he kept a hair tie for you. How sweet!! But before you could open your mouth to thank him he spoke, looking slightly hesitant but in a curious way.

“Can I do it for you?” Soap asked, worried that he sounded silly or weird for asking. Of course, you had no problem with it so you nodded and faced your back to him. He slid the band over his fingers and started to bunch your hair into one place.

Soap tried his best to try and get your hair into a low ponytail so he would mess up in the middle of it and would get frustrated. Gaz noticed this and decided to step in, noticing how wrong he was doing it.

“Let me do it. Your getting it all uneven” He sighed, Soap stepping aside, feeling slightly embarrassed and defeated. Gaz was surprisingly very swift and clean when tying your hair together. He didn’t pull too hard or leave any pieces of hair out.

“I could’ve done it” Soap grumbled.

“I was just warmin’ up” He made up an excuse, which sounded much more stupider when it left his mouth. Making the two of you chuckle and Gaz roll his eyes.

—

After that, they both started to play with your hair more frequently. Whenever you sit between the two they’d both take a lock of hair and start to braid it. Gaz actually knew how to style hair very well. He knew all of the different types of braids, how to do it, and the most popular hair styles for youngens your age. But regardless, he still likes to just play around.

Once during free hour, they both sat at either side of you. Gaz was guiding his comrade at how to do a french braid, while he simultaneously braided his side. You ended up with french braid pigtails, a little wonky and uneven but still pretty.

Soap remembered something, the idea popping in his head after he looked over his and Gaz’s work, and ran outside. Both you and your comrade looked at each other slightly confused but also in amusement. When he came back he had a handful of small flowers. Where the hell did he even get that? Maybe plants that grew between the cracks of the cement.

You felt like Rapunzel in that scene where the town children braided and put flowers in her hair when the two soldiers started to decorate your hair in flowers and colorful petal.

“What the hell?”

They all turned to see Ghost walking into the common room. Seeing two hard and assertive men playing with their teammates hair like they was an American Girl Doll.

—

For the curly hairs, Soap’s favorite hairstyle to play around with his low pig tails, he likes how fluffy they look and how overall pleasant it is to look at when he’s finished. He likes keeping hair in the front, like your bangs (if you have :3) and the face framing strands.

Although sometimes you’d let out a little ‘ow’ when he accidentally snags a lock when he’s combing his fingers through your hair.

His favorite it accessory to add to your hair is still flowers, but he likes to mix it up sometimes, with small crystals or gems. Even after every hairstyle he does, or Gaz helps him with, he ends up always twirling one strand around his finger.

Gaz on the other hand likes a more bolder style. The half up-half down, top buns. He likes how flowy and busy it looks, not too boring or too much. But he also really likes just a high bun or ponytail with face framing pieces. He likes how beachy and casual it looks.

Gaz does the same thing that Soap does, playing with a single lock. At first just to mess with you, but now he does it unconsciously, feels the need to keep his hands busy.

[everafterwhat]

your redisnighs of the EAH characters are so stunning and honestly better than the originals! that being said, which character's original design is the coolest to you? im having literally the hardest choice picking

Thank you so much, that’s so sweet omg that means so much to me🥺💞💓 That’s such a hard question because I like a lot of their designs for different reasons, of course some of them I’m not a fan of but I feel like I can always find something I really admire!

I absolutely love Cerise’s design! I can’t get over her white streak of hair and the fact that she’s secretly the daughter of the big bad wolf is such a fun concept, it gives her hood multiple purposes which I love! Not only does she wear it to honor her destiny and mother, but to hide her identity. Though with all the growling she does I don’t know how she’s hidden it anyway. And don’t get me started on the patterning on her hood and stockings! And the BANGS😭💞

Lilly Bo Peep is also a favorite of mine and honestly I wish she had had a bigger part, I would’ve loved to know more about her. There are so many cool backgrounders it’s insane, the dedication is so admirable😔💓 The bangs over one eye, the multi length and multi colored hair, the pigtails, the cute little apron outfit and bonnet? Obsessed!!

Of course I have to put Duchess here, are y’all really shocked? I do have a few complaints about her outfit but I’m obsessed with her hair and hairpin. The pearls? The feathers? Love. I wish they hadn’t done a weird pattern on her skirt but that was definitely popular at the time of its creation, weird patterns were kind of everywhere. I love her pointe shoe heel things, they’re so cute and props to her for being that devoted LOL

There are so many other characters who have little parts of them I love, and some of them have beautiful special episode outfits which have my heart! I almost said Darling but I kind of hate her weird pink gem decor on her chest. I know it’s a throw back to what knights typically wore but I think it could’ve been illustrated better! She’s definitely a runner up tho💞

These are just my silly little opinions so let’s all be nice! I can’t list everyone here😭😭

[kumabeom]

anti-romantic

chapter 6: this night is flawless

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

“yn, do you have everything ?” soobin inquired, his hands placing a few treats into your picnic basket. your eyes focused on the hair clips that went through your hair.

“umm i think so, i packed drinks right ?” you turn your head over to soobin. soobin loved to pretend to be cold hearted, but in reality he was the most genuine person within your friend group. even though he pretended to be uncaring, he always made time for his friends, he always cared about the people around him. he loved to help his friends, he was the only one who took time out of his day to come help you. soobin went over to your apartment in the morning to help you get groceries and to help you plan an outfit. while you prepared yourself for the date, soobin fixed up little cute snacks and sweets for you and yeonjun to share.

“yeah, they’re in here, i think everything’s ready..”

“thanks again, soobs. i don’t think i could’ve done it without you.”

“yup, just do your best today..” soobin spoke, handing you the basket, he took one more look at your outfit ensuring that it would have the ability to swoon yeonjun. your pink hair clips, two different colors but it didn’t matter because it matched perfectly with your outfit. a pink dress with puff sleeves, soobin definitely felt like it was cute, and it was the perfect attire for a picnic date.

“see you later, soobs, thank you- oh and have a good night.” you said, exiting your own apartment, thankful that soobin didn’t make you wear any shoes that would cause any aching to occur.

the han river wasn’t far from your apartment, the wind from the river didn’t cause much of a problem, not that it usually did. the weather around the river was always nice and sunny. the light of the sun shined brightly, a cute warm tone complimenting the scenery. it didn’t take long to make it to the river, yeonjun’s figure standing next to a tree, his face looking down at his phone, as he frowned, messages from yoojung still being sent. he wasn’t sure what continued to stop him from blocking her, it’d be the easy way to break contact with her, however, everytime he was about to do it, something held him back.

“yeonjun, hi !” you greeted, hand waving as you walked up to him, yeonjun immediately put his phone in his pocket, looking a bit startled.

“hey.” he was dressed nicely, dark blue high waisted pants with a tucked in blue striped button down. a thin silver necklace decorated his neck, silver rings occupying space on his hands. recently dyed black hair, which went down his neck.

“i was wondering if you wanted to go visit a convenience store and get some ramyeon before settling down..”

“uhmm.. sure, is that all you had planned..”

“of course not, don’t be so impatient with me.” yeonjun chuckled, he was excited to see what you had planned. he really doesn’t mind if it’s not much, he just hopes that you put thought and care into it. “oh actually, can you go to the store ? sorry to make you go on your own but isn’t better to claim our spot..”

“it’s up to you, yn, doesn’t really bother me, but what do you need me to get you ?”

“surprise me !” you exclaimed, smile plastered on your face as the two of you made your way to a picnic bench.

“okay, i’ll be right back.”

“be careful and stay safe.” yeonjun simply nodded to your words, your eyes following as his silhouette disappeared from your sight. taking a plaid throw blanket and setting it up at a certain angle onto the table. the image was already coming together, an image that you and soobin managed to create at around 6 in the morning: candles beautifully lighting up the area, paper plates taking their spot in front of the both of you, utensils laying on top of the paper plates. a pale blue and purple set of hydrangeas adding a bit of flare into your setup.

after all this night had to be flawless

battery operated fairy lights, a yellow hue setting the mood, as the moon began to grow more apparent. the sun nearly completely gone. it was shocking, in a second the sunset had vanished and the night had fully embraced the earth.

you took a seat, the scenery that you had managed to set up was absolutely breathtaking.

“so that’s what you were setting up this entire time.” yeonjun’s voice spoke up, causing you to flinch a bit due to the sudden surprise. his hands full, two cups of ramen in both of his hands, as his forearm had a bag securely hanging off of it. you quickly got up, helping him with one of the cups of ramen. “that one’s for you,” he placed down his own cup. “i also got a few drinks and snacks, i didn’t know what you liked so i grabbed an assortment of things.”

“that’s good, thank you…” you paused, “do you like it ?”

“hmm..? the set up ? it’s pretty cute- it’s obvious that you put time into this-“

“oh, yeonjun, i actually have something for you !!” you reached into the basket one last time, your hands grabbing a bouquet of pink dahlias and white peonies. yeonjun was quite astonished, he didn’t let it show on his face. but his mind was kind of flabbergasted. he had never felt so pampered, not that he minded, a change was needed in his life. he took the bouquet from your hands.

“t-thank you.” he placed the flowers next to him on the bench as he took a seat right across from you. he wasn’t sure if there was a light blush appearing on his cheeks, but he surely felt a lot warmer than he felt just a second ago. “yn.. how’d you come up with all of this in less than a day.”

“mm.. takes a friend or so, but it’s really easy to plan something especially when it’s something that i one day hope to experience. i’m quite a hopeless romantic, so i want you to be treated the way that i dream and hope to get treated like.” you send a smile his way, as he observed not just your features but your behavior.

he admired that about you. especially since he had just been cheated on, he loved your mindset, would yoojung ever want to get cheated on ? of course not, who would want to feel the immense heartbreak that came after experiencing your lover cheating on you with someone else ?

“yn, tell me more about yourself, what about you ?”

“me ?” your cheek rested in your hand, a recently poured glass of water. “there’s not really much to say about me. we’re in the same class, so surely you put two and two together.. like what i’m there for.. and i have a rather small group of friends, what is there really to share ?”

“don’t make me resort to ice breakers… what’s your dream job ?”

“uhmm- i’m not too sure- i’m studying to start a fashion brand, but i’m having doubts..” you softly spoke, embarrassment arising from the fact that you were studying to become a fashion designer and somehow you weren’t sure if it truly was your dream job.

“doubts about what.” yeonjun listened intently, he cared about passion, he cared about whether or not someone had the drive inside them to truly get them through the world.

“i don’t know, there are times when i feel like my creativity is going to be pushed away if coming up with ideas becomes a ‘chore’. but i really love doing the things that it involves.. not just that but a career is not certain..”

yeonjun watched as you began to play with the top of the glass cup, thumb circulating around the cup. a smile rested on his face, he knew he wasn’t the only one with worries, however he was just able to relate to yours more than others especially now that you had vocalized such worries to him. his mind always wondered during the night right before he was going to bed. he always found an answer to calm his mind down, but he was never 100% certain.

“you’re not the only one, i ask myself all those things too.. but it’s going to be like that with every pathway. whether it drives your passion, creativity, strength and even intelligence away.. you have to stick with it, hope that your mind alone is enough to overcome those things. going to university is difficult, it’s not easy, you’re always going to have questions about your future because it’s always going to be uncertain. but you just have to hope and do the best you can.” yeonjun lectured, and he’s right, no matter what someone is doing.. there’s always going to be questions. “here i thought that i was going to learn something from you.. you really seem to spread your wisdom quite often.”

“i don’t have that much wisdom to spread, yeonjun.. i usually just guess.”

“if you were just guessing, then you wouldn’t have me here with you. depending on how you end the night off, then i’ll give you a definite chance, yn. i’ll let you court me. but you have to prove that this entire set up isn’t just a one time thing. people don’t work this hard to impress me, but you seem to really be stubborn about the situation.”

“well… it’s just that, i really want to change your mind.”

“i have a question though,” yeonjun lead, his hands messing around with the sleeve of his striped shirt. “why ?”

“hmm ..?”

“why do you want to change my mind so badly ? especially if you’re not going to stick around.”

“what do you mean ? who said i wasn’t going to stick around. do you think this is just a fling ? yeonjun, i’m giving it my all for you to see the world as it truly is, it’d be contradicting to just leave you. i would never think about leaving you, even if we aren’t an actual thing, i want to support you.”

“how come ?”

“because yeonjun, that day that you came in after you broke up with yoojung. heartbreak was written all over your face, nobody deserves that. nobody deserves to wish for true love, only to have their heart broken. so give me a chance, trust me.”

“i will..” yeonjun replied, “just.. don’t let me get attached only to get hurt.”

“jun.. i wouldn’t do that, i plan to stick around, so you’ll actually actually let me court you.”

“i’ll actually actually let you court me.” yeonjun smiled, he couldn’t help but say that he was quite excited, a small blush arising once again. the nickname that slipped out of your mouth had you quite giddy. the idea of experiencing a true love had him excited, he still didn’t believe you 100%. true love at this point seemed like such a fictional thing to him. but he saw the amount of work that you put into a simple picnic date, he wasn’t usually on the receiving end of such affection. but he wasn’t willing to go off-guard simply over a date and a few gestures.

although yeonjun admitted that the night went well, conversations sparking over common likings and similarities, small tiny debates over differences, but at the end of those debates, the two of you simply laughed it off. he loved it. he loved how laid back he was able to feel. typically on dates, he would never feel so relaxed and comfortable.. but there was something different today.

the same went for you, the nervousness that had built up throughout the night and morning, it finally had dissipated. a large grin plastered on your face. growing tiredness from waking up at dawn without getting a good nights sleep. yeonjun could visibly tell too, your eyes beginning to droop.

he would have taken it the wrong way, but he did see that you had the right intention of staying awake and preparing for the entire date.

“hey yn, let’s go home.”

“i don’t wanna go home, i wanna stay here with you.” you spoke, a yawn exiting your mouth. “i’m having fun with you jjunie..”

“i know, me too, but you got up early today.. you sent me a text at 5 in the morning.. and we stopped talking around 2 in the morning.”

“ ‘m just wanted everything to be perfect, you deserve that..”

yeonjun felt his heart pound, you were right though, after all he went through.. he at least deserved to get treated well.

“mm you’ve done enough, c’mon, let’s get you home.”

yeonjun stood up, grabbing everything that was spread out on the table and placing them in your basket. being sure to not forget his bouquet of flowers, the two of you walked side by side as he walked you back to you’re apartment. the night sparkling with small little stars. the street lights guiding the two of you safely back to your apartment.

eventually you met the face of the wooden door, taking a look at yeonjun. the basket in his arms, bouquet leaning against his chest.

“you don’t want to stay over ? i know it’s a lot for a first date, but it’s pretty late and i don’t want you to go out when it’s already so late..”

yeonjun grinned, “just say you don’t want me to leave..”

“well i don’t, that’d certainly be a perk of not leaving, we get to be together longer.”

“hmm..? maybe next time yn, i don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“trouble ? please you’re anything but trouble..”

“are you sure ? fine, but i’ll sleep on your couch.”

“ouch, you seriously don’t want to spend the night with me.” you beamed, opening the door wider, inviting him in.

©️kumabeom

taglist : @soobadooba @beoms-sugar @yxnjvnnie @myahfig4 @sato-chan-2709 @grayscorner @run2seob @lol6sposts @destairea @forever-in-the-sky2 @cutesince2000

an: lowkey felt myself projecting my dreams into this chapter. #somebodylovemepls #somebodytreatmelikeaqueenjustlikejunniepls

[heyyallitsbethfanfic]

What Happens After You?

Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had simply done something different? What life would be like if you made the one choice that set your life in another course? A decision that could have made your life better, and maybe the life of another? And now it’s too late to ever go back.

Yuki Hado thinks about this almost every night. She’s been kept awake at night for years, thinking about the poor boy she saw get bullied for years in school. Every day she simply looked on, and watched as they were beaten and burned. She looked at him affectionately, she saw him and all his flaws as cute. The way he flushed red with embarrassment. The stutter in his voice. His jumpy nature. It was just… adorable. But she was scared. She never approached him. She never helped him. She never even spoke to him… She could have helped him. They could have been friends.

They had been walking through the mall with their sister Nejire, Nejire needed to get more equipment for her hero internship, and the only place that provided that care was here. Nejire had left her outside the shop sitting on a bench alone, when a familiar streak of green caught her eye.

He was walking alone, smiling at his phone, with just a glimmer of joy in his eye. She hadn’t seen them smile like this before, and the light in his eyes was new, but it was him. Izuku Midoriya. 

“It’s my only chance” She whisperred in her own mind. Her flowy hair wagged like an excited dog’s tail.

She approached the boy and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped.

“H-hey Midoriya… do you… remember me?”

The boy took a moment to recollect himself, then scanned over her.

“Hmm… You look familiar- I… I’m sorry, are you from Class 1-B? I don’t really get a chance to talk to them much.”

He rubbed the back of his neck with a worried smile. Yuki focused on that arm. It was burned. Broken. Scars of different sizes and colors littered his skin. Gunshots. Knife wounds. Burns. Broken bones. 

“That- that’s all my fault…”

Her floating hair drooped. 

“N-no. My name is Yuki Hado… I sat next to you in class when we went to Aldera High together…”

The boy sharply inhaled.

“Sorry. I don’t remember much from there. Nice seeing you-”

He waved at her, turning to leave, but Yuki grabbed his arm.

“Wait! I- I wanted to apologize. I… I’m so sorry I didn’t do anything to stop the guys who bullied you. I thought about it all the time. I- thought of you… I’m sorry.”

She looked up at the boy, still holding tight to his arm. The light disappeared in the boy’s eyes, a twinge of sadness taking it’s place. 

“It’s…” he sighed out painfully, recollecting his past. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. I spoke to the teachers and administrators. There’s nothing you could’ve done.”

“I… I could have been your friend…” Tears barely licked the corners of her eyes.

He wrapped his arm around her. She felt as the firm muscle gripped her in an embrace. This wasn’t the scrawny, weak boy she’d seen all those years ago. He was hardened by the world, lean and strong.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad you weren’t hurt. Talking to me would’ve just been a target on your back.”

He pulled away from her, breaking the hug that she wished she could’ve lived in the feeling of. He pulled a small notebook and pen out of his back pocket, scribbling something down.

“Here, if you ever wanna talk.”

She took the sheet and grabbed it, committing the numbers to memory. Besides it, he had drawn a small scribble of her. In mere seconds, he’d been able to make an amateur sketch of her…

“Thank you!” She blurted out. He’d forgiven her. He talked to her! This could still work…

Her thought was cut short. A small raven punk appeared from the shadows and pulled Izuku away.

“Jeez Zuzu- It’s not like ya to be late for a date like this.” A blush of red appeared on the girl’s cheeks, adorned with tiny pink triangles.

“Z-Zuzu? Date?...”

“Sorry Kyo. Ran into someone from my old school.” He pulled her into a warm embrace, brief as it was. He wrapped his arm over her shoulder.

“J-just someone… I suppose I don’t deserve to be called a friend…”

“Old school huh? I never hear you talk about that place.”

Yuki turned to return to the store her sister was shopping in. As she walked away she heard one last bit of their exchange.

“Yeah… nothing but bad memories in that place.”

Yuki cried herself to sleep that night. She’d entered the number into her phone, before her tears stained the paper she’d been given.

Someone else saved him. Someone else was his rock to support him. Someone else loved him.

The boy she met was long dead. He was confident, strong, and happy. She tried to be happy that he was happy… But she couldn’t shake the feeling.

“I could have done more.”

[jahayla-parker]

Catastrophic Blues : Freddy Carter x Reader

Description: 5k wc (including lyrics) set to the tone of Hits Different by Taylor Swift. After their breakup, the beautiful color of Freddy’s eyes shifts to a painful shade -a catastrophic blue- for y/n now. Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, etc.

Warnings: drinking, Angst, breakup, heartbreak, post-breakup, longing, sadness, vomiting, crying, etc.

I washed my hands of us at the club

You made a mess of me.

Y/n threw back another drink, the liquid not even touching her tongue enough for her to actually taste it. Not that it mattered anyways. She would drink whatever she had to for the chance to forget. To forget that night. To forget him. To forget what she lost.

Upon hearing about the painful breakup, Y/N’s friends elected to take her out to the club. They’d hoped to get her mind off of her now-ex, Freddy. Only, it proved unsuccessful. In fact, the group was beginning to worry that it was making things worse.

Y/f/n sighed as y/n signaled for another drink. When the drink was set on the counter, y/f/n pulled the glass away from her friend and passed it to their mutual friend to discard. “That’s enough of that, y/n,” y/f/n advised, nodding for y/o/f/n to grab the tab. “Why don’t we get you home, yeah?” She suggested, lifting y/n’s arm up to guide her into a standing position.

I pictured you with other girls, in love

Then threw up on the street

It took time for her friends to get her outside, but when they finally exited the club, y/n’s blurry eyes caught sight of a couple holding hands across the street. She frowned to herself as she watched them walk hand-in-hand. She and Freddy used to do that. Flashes of their past dates floated clearly into her otherwise hazy mind, making tears form in her eyes. They were never going to have that again. Their breakup also meant that Freddy would eventually move on. If he hadn’t already.

Y/N’s drunken mind pictured her ex standing in place of the boyfriend in the unknown couple across the street. As Freddy the man went to give his girlfriend a kiss, y/n heaved forward. She only even processed what she’d just done when y/f/n had pulled her hair back quickly and rubbed her back. Y/n wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried to stand back up. She stumbled down the street, tears pouring down her face as the imaginary kiss replayed in her mind. After stumbling past a maximum of two cars, y/n found herself leaning against the parking meter as she threw up in the street yet again.

Like waiting for a bus that never shows

You just start walkin' on

It had been over a month since the breakup and yet, y/n felt like it had somehow been both an eternity and no time at all. She was stuck in a constant state of grief and regret. She’d caused this. She had always feared commitment. But, she could’ve handled it better at least.

Despite her friends’ attempts to get her mind off of Freddy, y/n couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. Not even tonight when one of her more intoxicated friends suggested she find a rebound at the club they were at. Hence why y/n violently shook her head ‘no’ despite the dizziness it was causing. “I don’t know if I can ever love again,” she mumbled.

“Who said anything about love?” Y/n’s friend laughed. “You just have to move on, this could help,” she argued breezily.

Y/n frowned. “I don’t think I will ever move on,” she confessed. She knew it sounded dramatic. But, she was adamant that nothing was more sincere. “I can’t stop loving him,” y/n whimpered as a tear dropped from the corner of her left eye. As her friends stared at her in silent but obvious pity, she took a deep breath. “I don’t think I want to,” she admitted, “even though it hurts”. After all, it was still Freddy. And if their memories were all she had left, at least it was something. Painful beyond belief, but worth it.

They say that if it's right, you know

Each bar plays our song

Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Y/n sniffled pathetically loudly as y/f/n returned from speaking to the DJ. She appreciated that her friend was willing to plead with the DJ to change the song he was playing to something else. Literally anything else. Her and Freddy’s song had been blasting through the club’s loudspeakers, the sound reverberating painfully in her chest as her emotional pain amplified.

It took y/n several moments to collect herself enough to notice that the DJ had seemingly accepted y/f/n’s request. Her mind had been far too occupied trying to muddle through the scenes in her mind; memories from when she was Freddy’s and he was hers. She desperately pleaded with her mind to box up the memories but it hadn’t worked. Only once the song changed did some relief start to creep into y/n’s drunken and disoriented mind.

As she noticed the song change, she deflated in her bar stool; no longer on edge. Only, she knew she wasn’t on edge over a song. Or even the memories that came from hearing the song. Rather, her misery was a result of the fact that those moments would never happen again. She’d never get to hold Freddy’s hand again. To caress his high cheekbones. To poke at his precious dimples. To cuddle with him. To kiss him. She’d never get to even spend time with him again. She could still love him. And she did. And she always would. But she’d never be able to be loved by him again.

Oh my, love is a lie

*Flashback*

“Just leave me alone,” y/n groaned, facing away from Freddy as she tried to keep from crying.

“No,” Freddy argued, moving closer. “We’re talking about this.” He sighed as he stood beside y/n and waited for her to face him. “I’m trying to understand, but-“.

“But you don’t!” Y/n snapped. She shook her head. “That’s the problem,” she explained.

“Then help me understand!” Freddy shouted back.

“Just forget it, Freddy,” y/n advised. Her stare was distant as she began to slowly turn to face her boyfriend.

“No,” Freddy replied angrily. “Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless,” he advised.

“This isn’t going to work,” y/n confessed firmly as she finally met Freddy’s eyes.

“What did you say?” Freddy questioned breathily.

Y/n swallowed thickly but kept Freddy’s gaze. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Freddy visibly froze, his mouth slightly parted. He shakily took a step forward after collecting himself. “Please don’t do this,” he pleaded, voice soft.

“I need some space,” y/n told him. Her fingers curled into her palms as she tried to keep her voice and attitude gentle. They’d been at this for nearly an hour now. He wasn’t listening!

“Space?” Freddy asked as he squinted at y/n. “As in…” he trailed off.

“As in space, Freddy!” Y/n said exasperatedly. “This is all too much!” She said in a whimper as her tears intensified.

Freddy huffed in offense. “Sorry, I didn’t realize me asking you to move after all this time was such a horrible idea,” he said sarcastically.

Y/n shook her head as the tears kept threatening to burst through the wall she’d put up and stream down her face. “Just stop,” she whispered.

Not listening to y/n’s request, Freddy continued. “We spend most nights together,” he reminded her. “I don’t see how making it official is a big deal”.

“I said I’m not ready!” Y/n looked down at her feet as her tears began to fall. “Okay?!” She whimpered, looking up at Freddy in frustration. “And if it’s not a big deal, why does it matter so much to you?!”

“Then what do you want?” Freddy asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “What do you want me to do?”

“To leave!” Y/n said, shouting the first thing that came to her tired and scared mind. This was all too much and he wasn’t listening. “Just,” she groaned, “this isn’t working”.

“Do you still love me?” Freddy asked, catching y/N’s gaze.

“What?” Y/n questioned, eyes widened slightly at the implication.

“I said,” Freddy began, scanning y/N’s eyes. “Do you still love me?”

“That’s not what this is about!” Y/n screamed in offense.

“Isn’t it though?!” Freddy dared, the volume of his voice marching y/n’s.

“No-“ y/n replied.

“We’re talking about commitment and all you want is more space,” Freddy said, cutting y/n’s response short. “Yet, you can’t even be bothered to explain why!”

“I did explain why!” Y/n defended.

“Not clearly!” Freddy yelled back. He shook head. “Just say it.”

“Say what?” Y/n groaned.

Freddy crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “What it is you need to say that you’re trying not to,” he explained.

“What are you talking about?” Y/n asked quietly.

“Just go on then, tell me,” Freddy nudged. “Tell me you don't love me,” he directed.

“Freddy-“ y/n began, a deep frown on her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Just say it!” Freddy shouted, his own eyes teary.

“That’s not what’s going on!” Y/n pleaded.

Freddy blinked back his tears and shook his head. “Just be honest with me!”

“I am being honest with you!” Y/n protested. “For fuck sakes, Freddy!” She aggressively wiped her face. “This is too much!” Y/n repeated.

“How?!” Freddy argued back.

Y/n glared at Freddy. She’d explained herself already. “It’s suffocating! Okay?!”

“Us living together would be suffocating?” Freddy asked, his voice suddenly soft.

“Yes!” Y/n gushed out as she sighed. “I have my own life too Freddy, I need space,” she explained.

“You’re right, maybe we do need space,” Freddy hissed. “Alright,” he sighed, “I’ll leave you alone just remember this is what you wanted.” As his hand rested on the doorknob, he turned back to y/n for one last look. He shook his head, turned around, and left.

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different

“Do you think he misses me like I miss him? That he’s hurting like I am?” Y/n asked her friends. It was a question here and her friends often asked whenever one of them had been in a breakup. It was an understandable question. After all, if the relationship meant something, surely they wouldn’t be alone in their suffering post-breakup; so it made sense to want to know that, to seem that bitter-sweet reassurance that at least it was real.

Yet, as she watched her friends begin to offer the standard reassurance, y/n sighed. Y/n held up her hand and stopped them. “Scratch that.” She shook her head. “Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know,” y/n realized. As she thought it over, anticipating their “of course he does” type responses, y/n realized she didn’t want to hear that. She didn’t want Freddy to be hurting. Even though she was still deep in the painful rubble of their relationship, she wanted better for him.

It hits different this time

Y/n’s poor friends had no idea how to help her through this. She’d basically ignored every single response they’d given her since day one. It was beyond frustrating. But it was also heartbreaking. They didn’t know why their typical responses and attempts to help her post-breakup weren’t working.

Y/n knew her friends were confused and had seemingly run out of ideas for helping her. She didn’t take any offense to it. After all, she herself couldn’t figure out how to get through this. She didn’t know what she wanted or needed in this moment; other than Freddy. All she knew is the pain was different from anything she’d ever experienced and the normally comforting words of support from her friends didn’t hit the same. Everything was different after him.

Catastrophic blues

“Stoppp,” Freddy whined playfully as his cheeks reddened. He bashfully grinned at y/n as she continued to stare at his eyes; only now with a smug expression.

“I can’t,” y/n argued happily. She reached out with her left hand and brushed some off Freddy’s hair away from his eyes with a smile. “They’re just so blue,” she gushed.

Freddy chuckled loudly and shook his head against the pillow case under him. “Love, they’re just eyes,” he reminded y/n.

“They’re your eyes, Freddy,” y/n corrected lovingly. Her eyes hadn’t so much as blinked since she’d begun letting herself down in his ocean blue eyes. “They’re so pretty it hurts,” She mused.

“It hurts?” Freddy questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Y/n nodded lightly.

Freddy shook his head and pulled y/n to him. He placed a tender kiss on her lips. As he pulled back, he whispered, “well I don’t want you to hurt, love”.

Y/n looked at the photo she’d taken moments before that sweet moment, tears flowing down her face. It was almost poetic how much pain his blue eyes caused her now. Only it was a far different type of pain; a worse pain. A pain that only came with losing someone like Freddy.

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

&

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It was like the world had stopped turning that night. At least y/n’s had. In all of her past relationships, y/n had been able to move on with little difficulty when they inevitably ended. She’d have some heartbreak and sadness on occasion, of course. But, nothing like this. Nothing even remotely close to this.

Y/n was used to being able to just keep going, moving on in life, when things ended. The impossibility of that after her breakup with Freddy was painfully unfamiliar to her. He was in her mind even when there was no reason for it, even when he shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t have been this hard to let him go. Especially when it seemed it wasn’t that hard for him.

Y/n hadn’t had a real breakup like this before. In the past, y/n could just become more distant or even ghost guys in the earlier stages of a relationship. She’d never been as committed to someone as she had been with Freddy. That’s why she freaked when he suggested they live together.

Y/n knew she had never gone about ending things correctly before in her other relationships. But, she just hadn’t felt the need to provide them with anything more than that. But when it came to Freddy, she felt immensely guilty. He deserved better. Hence why she was currently seated at her dining table, writing him a letter.

While she didn’t plan to ever actually send the letters, y/n had begun writing her apologies to Freddy in them weeks ago. She needed to apologize for how she’d gone about saying she needed space. For having even needed space. For pushing him away.

Space and freedom was what y/n had wanted from guys in her past. So it naturally felt like she needed to keep that up this time around too. Only, now that she had the space and freedom she asked for from Freddy, she realized it was different. He was different. Things with him were different. That freedom she’d always enjoyed after a relationship ended, was now scorching her broken heart from the inside out.

And I never don't cry (no, I never don't cry) at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious (my sadness is contagious)

Y/n glanced around remorsefully at her group of friends. They’d taken her out for drinks again tonight. Only for her to be reminded of Freddy once again through the weirdest things. Tonight it was the fact she swore their server wrote his ‘G’s the same way Freddy did. That was all it took for y/n to find herself back in her spiral of pitiful despair.

It was clear how quickly y/n’s sadness spread through her group of friends at the bar. They had initially all been laughing, singing, telling funny stories, and just having fun. Yet, as the tears rolled down their friend’s face, they too became infected with her sadness. Within seconds, the air felt different as they all silently watched one another with sad eyes as they sat awkwardly at the bar. Y/N’s heavy sadness from her breakup with Freddy always had a way of making the night glum and uncomfortable.

I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car

“Fredddy,” y/n whined to herself as she followed her friend outside.

“Are you sober?” Y/f/n asked. She couldn’t even be sure anymore if y/n’s crying was from a drunken state or just due to sadness.

“I’m finnnee,” y/n slurred, “just need Freddyyyyyy”.

“Alright,” y/f/n sighed as she took y/n’s phone from her hand. “Come on,” she directed as she and y/o/f/n tried to get her the into Uber. She sighed with relief as they sloppily got y/n into the car.

Y/f/n pinched the bridge of her nose in silent annoyance as she set the bottle of Advil beside y/n’s bed. Given how much she’d drank and her endless crying, she’d need it in the morning. She had already set a glass of water on the bedside table. After all, y/n had slurred Freddy’s name the whole way to get apartment so her throat was bound to be sore tomorrow.

Once y/f/n had ensured y/n had forgotten about her desire to text Freddy, y/f/n excused herself for the night.

I stopped receiving invitations

Tonight Y/n once again found herself curled up on the couch, hair tangled, pajamas on, and a show on in the background. This had been the trend for the past week. She was no longer being invited out by her friends. As much as it stung, she understood the decision. It was clear they were uncomfortable with her lingering pain and sorrow.

Y/n could pinpoint the exact moment her friends had given up on helping her. They had been over at y/f/n’s house for the night. Y/n had tried her best to be fun and not drag everyone down. But, when y/o/f/n and their partner came in and began cuddling on the couch, y/n immediately felt defeated again.

Since then, y/n found herself even more alone than before. Yet, the pain was the same as it had been the whole time. Sure, she missed her friends. But, that wasn’t even noticeable compared to the way she missed Freddy.

Catastrophic blues

“Isn’t the view beautiful?” Freddy asked, smiling as he looked over at y/n.

Y/n nodded shamelessly as she continued to stare at Freddy’s eyes. As he turned, her gaze shifted from staring at his eyes via his profile to staring at them head-on.

As Freddy noticed y/n’s dazed gaze, a blush crept up his face. He pressed his lips into a fine line, but his grin broke through quickly. “Y/n, love,” he whispered, taking y/n’s hand in his. “You’re staring,” Freddy commented gleefully.

Y/n’s awareness was brought back to the moment upon hearing Freddy speak her name. She quickly realized he’d caught her admiring the depths of his blue eyes. She bit her lip bashfully and buried her face in his chest, earning a loving laugh from him.

Y/n shakily set the photo frame back down on her tv stand and wiped her wet face with the back of her hand. She doubted she could ever even see a similar shade of blue ever again without thinking of him. As much as she loved those blue eyes, their existence was excruciatingly painful now. Those eyes would never only be looking at her again. At some point, someone else would find themselves winning the lottery; getting to be with Freddy and knowing those eyes were only for them. Y/n had lost that, and no reparations over time could ever fill that void.

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat

Y/n had made the mistake of trying to clean her apartment. It was necessary after having spent so much time wallowing in her own misery; leaving tissues and dirty dishes in her wake. But it hadn’t taken her long to realize that she’d not considered an important piece of what she’d find. It was going okay until she came across some stuff Freddy had left at her place.

Y/n knelt to the ground as she cradled the velvet hat and leather gloves in her hands. She unconsciously held them closer to her face as she curled inwards on herself. He must’ve forgotten them here after that night. Y/n could still remember how that night had played out.

A week before the articles appeared at y/N’s place, y/n had asked if Freddy was going to take anything with him when the season ended. She mentioned that she heard of actors taking things from their sets and was wondering if he’d do that for Shadow and Bone. Freddy had told her that he wanted to but wasn’t sure what he should take and asked for her suggestions. Y/n had mentioned Kaz’s hat, cane, and gloves. Freddy figured the cane would be too easily noticed when it went missing, but he obtained the other two. When he had them in his possession, he promptly brought them over to y/n’s. That night he’d demonstrated the magic tricks he’d learned for the show, the details of the gloves, etc. He even placed Kaz’s hat atop y/n’s head, chuckling as it tilted down and covered her eyes. It was a relaxed and fun evening.

When she’d seen the articles in the past, they’d filled y/n with a feeling of warm fluff. But now, y/n found herself trying not to sob as she held them to her as if they were a life source.

Cursed the space that I needed

“I made a mistake,” y/n mumbled to herself as she was scrolling through the photos of her and Freddy on her phone. She didn’t need space. She didn’t want space. She needed and wanted Freddy. She was just scared. Scared to get too close and let him in. Only, clearly she’d already been closer with him than she would normally allow herself to be with someone. Screw space, she would take the risk of feeling suffocated if it meant he would still be hers. Only, that wasn’t her choice anymore.

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense

Why the wound is still bleedin'

It had been months since the breakup and it wasn’t getting any better. People always said that time healed everything but clearly that was false. It certainly wasn’t healing this. Y/n was still struggling with the breakup.

You were the one that I loved

Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

There was no other explanation as to why time hadn’t healed her at least slightly. No other way to explain to her friends why this particular breakup hurt so much. Y/n loved him. She knew as much to be true before the breakup. But, she hadn’t realized just how deep that love ran or the consequences of trying to live without it. She was in love with him. No one else but him. And she lost him. She had let him walk away.

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

The breakup altered y/n’s sense of time and reality. While life inevitability continued on around her, she felt stuck in the past. Stuck reminiscing on memories of Freddy. Stuck picturing the way his skin would scrunch beside his eyes when he’d chuckle or smile widely. Stuck reflecting on moments and experiences she’d never be able to witness again.

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

Freddy was it for y/n. If that hadn’t been clear before the breakup, it sure was now. Y/n had always hated books or movies where the love interest died or the couple had to drift apart. Weren’t movies and books supposed to be fuzzy and keep you from reality for a bit? It was always clear in these movies and books that the main character belonged with the main guy, so it was frustrating to see that ruined. But now, y/n personally knew how it felt to have the main guy in her life killed off. She’d done it. How was she to go on without him there? Why did she have to kill off the main guy in her life? Why couldn’t she have recalled how frustrated she’d been witnessing it happen to others and prevented herself from doing the same?

Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

Y/n couldn’t even force herself to dislike Freddy if she tried. All of her memories were of how good he was. She had no reason to dislike him, even after they broke up. She was the one who made this happen; not him.

Y/N’s dreams each night were flooded with memories of running her hands through his hair as he stared lovingly at her as if nothing else mattered. And in that moment, nothing else did. She would dream about the way she’d always catch him staring at her randomly, him just enjoying her presence. Even when she couldn’t stand herself.

Y/n often believed herself to be far too pessimistic. While Freddy’s optimism helped soften that, he also never let her view herself that way. He always seemed to believe in her even when she didn’t believe in herself. Whenever the world felt too dark, Freddy would remind her of the good in the world.

But now, y/n was stuck in that darkness, alone. It’s why she often found herself sleeping most of the day. Only during her dreams was she wake to see him, to be with him. It was a Catch-22 given that sometimes she’d suffer nightmares over their breakup and the reality of her life now. But, it was worth risking that in order to see him, to be ‘with’ him for a bit; even if it was just in her dreams.

And I felt you and I held you for a while

You showed me what love really is, what it could be.

Thank you for everything,

Y/N’s tears dropped down onto the stationary as she signed her name to yet another letter she’d never send. She was feeling very lucky to have had the honor to be with Freddy at all. It was as if their relationship had been this magical, mythical thing. She still couldn’t believe he was real, that someone like him even existed. Much less that she had managed to be the one he chose as his. And yet, she let him slip through her fingers. No other mistake she made or would ever make could ever measure up to the failure of that night. But, by harboring some of the optimism she learned from Freddy, she could be glad she had him for at least awhile.

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

Y/n had always felt like the opposite of Freddy; in a bad way. But, during their relationship, he helped her see how she balanced him and vise versa and how he loved all sides of her. It helped her realize that she could likely still find a way to get him to come back to her. After all, even as she pushed him away the night of their breakup, he still tried to keep her. Plus, she knew all of likes and what worked with him. But, she couldn’t get herself to act on it. Y/n refused to force him into getting back together. He’d made his choice that night and each night since. And it wasn’t her. She wished it was, but it wasn’t.

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway

Is that your key in the door?

Is it okay? Is it you?

Y/n froze as she heard the faint clicking of a key hitting a lock chamber. It was coming from the hallway outside of her apartment. Could it be? Was it Freddy? Had he just gotten home from set? How was he holding up?

Freddy’s apartment was just down the hallway from y/n’s, so it wasn’t impossible for the sounds she was hearing to be him. Perhaps she could peak her head out from her doorway and get a glimpse of him. Make sure he was doing okay. And maybe get a new scene for her mind to play in her sleep tonight. It would hurt to see him, especially since she couldn’t handle talking to him much less having to deal with the reality that she couldn’t just run down there and kiss him. But it just might be worth it to still at least see him outside of her dreams.

——

Or have they come to take me away?

To take me away

Y/n shook her head at the thoughts. She was truly going crazy, wasn’t she? So someone was unlocking their door… that didn’t mean it was Freddy. It could have been any other tenant in the building. Hell, if it weren’t for the fact she knew it wasn’t her own lock making the sound, she’d worry it was her friends coming to take her away. She knew they were still worried, and given their comments about how it wasn’t healthy to live down the hall from her ex, she wouldn’t be surprised if they had tried more desperate measures to fix her behavior. Such as making her move to an apartment building that Freddy wasn’t also living in.

Catastrophic blue

Y/n paused and stared up at the sky, tears in her eyes. She was taking her garbage out to the dumpster, but had noticed the way the sky was brighter today than it had been lately. The bright blue hue it held both drew her attention and simultaneously stabbed her in the chest. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as the blue Freddy’s eyes held; nothing was. But it was the closest she’d seen since the breakup; apart from literal photos of him. Knowing she’d never see it in the same way again, the hue of Freddy’s eyes could truly only be described as a catastrophic blue.

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the library

summary: soulmates have small matching tattoos that are significant to the bond between one another. your tattoo just so happens to be a stack of books.

pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader

a/n: i seen the picture of jenna in the book store (?) and decided to write something for it! my last post for this year, happy new year babes<3

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you were frantically looking for the new book that recently dropped. it was on your to read list ever since the author announced it. the book was a murder mystery type with all different twists and turns. going store to store and still turning up empty but that didn’t discourage you. you were going to get that book no matter what.

“so you don’t have the book?” you rested your elbows on the counter with your face in the palm of your hands. you thought you had won being that your friend sophia worked in a book store.

“i’m sorry babes. we never got the book.” you groaned to yourself hearing your friend’s admission.

“spohia, i don’t think i’m ever gonna find this book at this point. exactly like how i don’t think i’m ever gonna meet my soulmate.”

“that’s so negative and we literally talked about not being negative. be patient!”

“you’re only saying that because you have your soulmate.”

“okay okay sensitive topic, my bad. anyways, have you checked the library? you do still have a library card.” sophia shrugged her shoulders and your eyes widened. how come you didn’t think of that first?

“you’re such a genius! ugh i love you and i’ll talk to you later,” you yelled and offer a wave over your shoulder. rushing back to your car, you make your way the library that you’ve been going to since you were in middles school. you wished on your lucky stars that the damn book was there. it had to be.

-

upon walking in, you waved at the owner with a smile. the old lady was so sweet to you every time you came in but you didn’t want to bother her. even if you’ve been here multiple times, you still had a problem with asking for help. preferring to suffer in silence then bother anyone.

you spent about an hour searching for the book. if you were being honest, you were giving up. that was until you got to one of the last aisles. scanning your eyes around, you found the book. you smiled before going to grab it but as you reached for it, so did the person on the other side. hands touching making the both of you jump back. you go to reach for it again and of course the other person does too.

you tugged on the book as the other person does too. they ended up having a better grip and taking it. you were so disappointed but understood, it was a new popular book. preparing to walking away, the person taps your shoulder.

turning around on your toes, you see a beautiful girl that looked around your age. she was literally stunning and you felt your heart race. her short cut brown hair in a half up and half down style, the cream colored tote bag with the black head phones over it and of course her laid back outfit. you were too busy gawking at her to even notice she was talking.

“hey stranger, are you done?” she smirked at you and right there you knew you were caught. looking down in embarrassment and shaking your head before meeting her eyes again. what you didn’t know is she was gazing hard at you too.

“sorry about that. what can i do for you?”

“i’m going to assume that it was you on the other side trying to get this book. i think you should have it,” she pushes the book out to you. you knew you could’ve taken the book and been on your way but there was something about her that you were drawn to.

“no no! you won our tug of war fair and square,” you lightly pushed the book back to her chest. she immediately shakes her and holds it out to you again but like before you just push it back to her.

“why are you being so stubborn?”

“why are you being so stubborn?” this made the girl pout. in a way she was kinda happy you didn’t take it because you guys were just continuing to talk. she was drawn to you too.

“how about this, we go to the counter together and ask if they have another book. is that okay?” you nodded at her words making the girl smile in return. she grabs your hand with her free one leading you both to the front. was she feeling this same warmth as you?

at the front you see grace working on the computer. you both stopped at the counter causing the older women to look up. she smiled at you both and shuffled closer to you guys.

“hi grace! we were just wondering if you had an extra copy of this book in the back,” you asked as the girl still holding onto your hand lays the book on the counter. grace reads the title and you griped the girls hand a little tighter. she peers over to you and offers a squeeze in return. moving her thumb in a circular motion to calm your nerves.

“yes! i think we should have one left. i’ll be right back,” grace walks away with the the book in hand to one of the back rooms.

“so stranger, what’s your name?”

“y/n, you?”

“i’m jenna, it’s nice to meet you. i would totally shake your hand but i think we’re way pass that,” she brings your connected hands up and puts them down when you starting chuckling. but she doesn’t let go of your hand.

“well jenna, it’s nice to meet you too,” you grinned at her. to outsiders it would look like you guys were dating with the hand holding and being shoulder to shoulder. in this case, it was just two strangers who felt comfortable and connected. you thought that this feeling might mean she was your soulmate except you shake the thought out of your head as soon as it popped up. there’s no way this perfect human being would be tied to you.

in a few minutes, grace walks back with not only one copy of the book but two. you and jenna squeeze each others hand in excitement. finally, you have the book after searching for it for days.

“here you girls go! let’s check you both out.” you and jenna let go of each others hand much to your dismay, to get your library cards. a quick and fast process and then you were done.

“thank you so much grace! it was nice seeing you,” you waved at her with a brighter smile than the one you came in with.

“of course, it’s nice to see you y/n! you too jenna dear! you both take care.”

you and jenna walk out the door and stand awkwardly outside. you really didn’t want to leave her yet but to shy to say anything first.

“y/n are you busy?”

“right now?”

“yeah.”

“no, what’s up?”

“i was thinking because we both have the same book that we could start it together. but only if you want to, we definitely don’t have to do that. i just thought that it would be nice. sorry i’m rambling,” she looks down with a blush on her cheeks and you swore you’ve never seen a cuter human then her.

“i’d like that a lot,” you smiled at her when she snapped her head upwards to you. jenna couldn’t help but to smile back.

-

it’s been months of you and jenna getting books from the library to then sit and read together. you both had gotten closer even she when she was away doing movies but that didn’t stop anything. currently she stayed in la to shoot a movie and you couldn’t be more happier because she was closer to home.

“jen, am i allow to visit you on set?”

“yeah, i don’t see why not. do you want to come for lunch?”

“hell yeah!”

“okay, i’ll be sure to tell them! i gotta go back to filming.”

“see ya later rockstar.” jenna laughs into the phone.

“i’ll see you later peach!”

you managed to still have those butterflies around her after all this time. but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship, plus you guys didn’t even talk about soulmates yet. it would be heartbreaking for you if you found out someone else was her soulmate.

getting up from your bed, you go get ready. deciding to dress in black shorts, a white tank top and black and white vans. something simply but effective enough. you go to grab your green zip up and throw that on to complete the look. the set wasn’t far from your house, so you opted to walk being that it was decent weather to do so. doing one last check making sure you had everything you needed, you headed off.

-

“y/n!” jenna rushes over to you still in her costume and makeup. she wraps her arms around you and immediately you reciprocated the hug.

“what’s for lunch?” she grabbed your hand to lead you to where they had the food set out. there was all sorts of foods, snacks and drinks on the table.

“you can pick anything you want!”

once you both picked something to eat, you both went back to her trailer to eat in peace.

“so i thinking i’d give you a tour afterwards, if you want,” she whispered the last part to you. jenna also found herself shy in front of you. she couldn’t describe how she felt for you but she knew it wasn’t just a friendship feeling.

“that sounds amazing!”

you guys just talked about anything that came to mind. from asking what book you guys were starting next to what your plans were later this week. this is what you liked about jenna, the conversation just flowed perfectly and nothing was off limits to talk about.

“have you found your soulmate yet?” jenna was nervous asking but she wanted to know. even if the answer might break her heart.

“unfortunately no, i kinda have been waiting my whole life. what about you?” you glanced at the girl.

“not yet, hopefully soon though. i can’t believe we’ve never talked about this before,” you laughed with her and nodded.

“yeah, i was just thinking the same thing.”

“can i ask what your tattoo is?”

“sure! it’s on my upper arm but on the inside close to my boob. it’s a stack of books with one open book on the top. coming from the open book is an assortment of flowers.” jenna froze as you explained the tattoo. it sounds strangely like the one that was on her back. but surely it couldn’t be, right?

“can i see it?” the nervousness that buzzed through her body was intensified. you shrugged at her and pulled off the green zip up. jenna’s breath that she held in was let go slowly seeing the tattoo. you guys were soulmates. this whole time and you were right in front of her.

“y/n, we’re soulmates.”

“jen what are you talking about?”

“the tattoo, i have one too!” she turns around and lifts up the shirt to show you her matching tattoo placed on her back. your jaw dropped and suddenly everything makes sense. the comfortable hand holding on the first meeting, the easy conversations and most importantly all of the lingering touches. she turns back to face you with a grin.

“how the fuck didn’t we realize this sooner?”

“i don’t know and right now i don’t care about that. y/n my pretty girl, can i kiss you?”

“yes.”

without hesitation she pushes the food bowls to the other side of the bed and kisses you. the kiss was gentle and had a sense of urgency to it. she then pushes your shoulders back to have you lay your back on the sheets and shuffles to hover over you but careful to never break the kiss once. swinging a leg over to officially straddle you, jenna deepened the kiss.

it was almost as if all your functioning senses were going haywire. all you could think of was her being on top of you and the tingling feeling she gives you. you wrapped your arms around her waist pulling her down closer to you. chest to chest, your tongues explored each other.

“jenna we need you on set!” one of the stage mangers banged on the trailer door causing you both to jump breaking the passion kiss. hearing the person’s footsteps walk away, you and jenna share a look before bursting out into laughter.

“well, duty calls my love,” she said while you sit up to lean on your elbows giving her a pout.

“i don’t want you to leave though.”

“I know but i’ll be back. trust me, we are not finished here!” jenna winks at you and places tiny kisses on your face making you giggle. she places the last kiss on your lips and moves to get off your lap.

“you can stay here until i get back,” she kisses your lips once more. you were eager to have her lips on yours again and definitely her hands on you too

“don’t miss me too much peach!” she blows you a kiss and walks out the trailer door. you were going to die and it was all her fault. but at least you’ll die happy knowing that she was destined to be your lover forever.









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i'm gonna keep doing it | breakfast - dove cameron | 17 | 3/4

"do you wanna see a magic trick? cause you don't know what you don't know, but i know."

she’d always… known about the girl. she’d seen her, in passing. 

but something about watching her make contact with hannah- with lex-

it’s a different kind of knowing. it’s stronger. harder to deny.

her brothers– her cruel, crass, overly aggressive brothers– really adopted a child. the child, at that. little brown haired kai dean, taken from her family- her life- and put into the black. into darkness that she would never have understood in her life, and never can understand in the life they’ve forced her into.

do you wanna see a magic trick?

hannah doesn’t like her much. she supposes it’s normal, for them to dislike each other, to be afraid of one another. they have every reason to be.

bright and dull, loud and calm, green and grey, black and white. kai will forever hold the prints of her fathers, just the same as hannah will always hold hers. 

kai is a bright girl, she can admit that. both in intelligence and spirit, she lights up the room as she speaks.

'cause you don't know

but she lights it up in color, and it hurts, a little. had she been faster, meaner, even, kai would’ve grown up knowing unconditional trust. unconditional love. she doesn’t remember a time she didn’t love hannah, a time she didn’t trust lex.

the way her brother stares down at kai- at his daughter- for the second time tells her that he doesn’t trust her, whether he loves her or not.

linda monroes eyes are bright. brighter than they should be. they’re green. they should be hazel.

what you don't know,

wiggly looks down on the- the cult he’s built with pride in his very soul. pride for the things he’s done, not for her. it’s cruel. crueler than she thought he could be, after kai. she can’t tell if he’s angry she’s here, or sad. if he’s grateful for the reset, or upset by it. she has to wonder if she cares, as she watches her girl burn the mall. she’s not sure it matters. her brother meets her eye, and she smiles mildly.

you know, we could’ve avoided your loss had you not even tried.

he seems unimpressed by her wit.

we could’ve avoided this if you hadn’t picked that stupid little girl, he tells her.

i’d like to think hannahs quite smart. isn’t your kai down there as well?

but i know.

he doesn’t respond verbally. no, he lashes a tentacle into her webs, and slips away to leave her in the destruction. of them, of their girls, of the world, of the black.

she’s not sure what to do aside from start to fix things.