#I have this fear that everyone hates me and how much I bother them

[im-out-of-it]

part 4 of season 2, episode 6, “iron sisters” SOMEONE IS A VIRGIN BUT LETS NOT POINT FINGERS ITS ALEXANDER BY THE WAY discussion continued

60. Maia: well I guess he isn’t an option

61. Simon looks so pleased

62. Maia coming in with a hot take (is it a hot take if it’s a popular opinion, someone teach me slang)

63. Shadowhunters see themselves as being superior beings that they could never understand how it feels to be less than. like clary may pay attention to Simon for now but she doesn’t understand having to control your urges (well because she does whatever she wants but that’s not what I mean) and having to go through puberty basically all over again. how it feels like to hide a part of yourself from family and never be the same again

64. even though wolves and vampires are enemies, they go through similar changes. if you’re a wolf, you’ll transform and are ruled by the moon, while vampires (unless you’re a rare day lighter) are ruled by the daytime and can’t be out when it’s light outside. they both go through transformations and are natural born predators

65. it makes me happy to see Simon have friends who care about him and that he can relate to. Magnus didn’t have anyone when he wasn’t in control of his powers and Simon doesn’t realize how lucky he is. Maia got out of control after her first change and before Luke, she was alone. it’s so important for the downworld community to have people be there for them. they don’t understand what is wrong with their bodies and why they are suddenly feeling and acting this way. it’s out of their control

66. ooooo more bonding time

67. look at them, becoming the best of friends

68. Magnus is like I find your competitiveness invigorating babe

69. ah shit not the exes talk

Alec: well this martini looks interesting

70. fuck, that’s bloody awkward and Alexander count season 2: 3

71. y’all can tell when I make a gif because it’s absolutely horrendous BUT ITS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT LITERALLY I HAVE DOWNLOADED TWENTY SHIT APPS AND EVERYTHING IS A MONEY GRAB BUT IM TRYING HERE

72. it seriously took me an hour just to find Magnus saying Alexander and then I’ll probably end up finding the gif when I dont need it

73. I love Alec’s expressions in this scene

74. because he’s thinking hmmmmm should I tell him I’ve never kissed anyone besides him or dated?????

75. magnus knows he has a past but he may not have dated anyone who’s never had any sexual experience

76. it can be daunting to date someone who has a ton of experience because you worry you won’t live up to their standards or expectations

stopping at 77 on purpose and will try to finish up this episode later but there like twenty ish minutes left so probably looking at maybe two to three more parts I DONT CARE YALL CAN BE ANNOYED BY ALL MY BLOODY POSTS

IM SO READY FOR THIS NEXT CONVERSATION SO PART FIVE LATER IM OUT (I mean that too) and WILL SEE YALL SOON

[brittle-doughie]

[Heartfelt Annihilation]

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△ You stand back in horror, seeing Eternal Sugar AND Hollyberry Cookie together, lazing about together. Looking at each other dearly, as if there wasn’t just conflict between a while ago…

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△ You turn your eyes to your side to see the rest of the group, trapping in filled up jars. If it weren’t for the slight rises and falls of their breathing chests, you’d have thought they were dead.

“Are you having those feelings of doubt again? You poor thing, they must be tormenting you so much..!”

“No, they haven’t been bothering me as of lately. With all this happiness and Joy, I still feel as though something is missing in my heart..”

“Hmm, yes. I think I too share that feeling as well. I have you in my arms, yet I still find myself empty…”

“This paradise isn’t complete…not without them with me.”

“My heavenly! Yes, you are right! I can’t bear to see this as a true heaven without my heavenly with me!”

“Then I’ll go find them. Show them what this place has to offer. Maybe they’ll understand too, they will stay with me. With us. My greatest days will be with them…”

“Well, it looks like we didn’t have to search at all. Look. Our heavenly came right to us as my garden intended!”

△ You wanted to slap yourself hard there for just staring, when you could’ve already ran away. Now with both eyes on you, it felt like any move you’d tried would now be in vain. Fear takes hold as you reluctantly stand your ground.

△ You still tried for it-

“Y/N Cookie, wait!”

△ You turn your back right at the two, who looked at you with bouts of hope as Hollyberry Cookie had her arm reaching out.

“Please, listen to me-“

“No, you’re not the Hollyberry I knew! She would never have descended into sloth! She would’ve preserved!”

△ Your shouting made Hollyberry reel her hand back, looking at Eternal Sugar with concern as she did the same. They turn back to look at you as Hollyberry now started to step closer slowly. You took appropriate steps back.

“Y/N Cookie, it’s really me. I know you might not be happy with me right now, but I swear that what I had done was to protect everyone!”

“She is right, my heavenly. Here, there is no pain. No sorrow. No fights or anger. Only Happiness eternal. Isn’t that what you always wanted for Cookiekind? For everyone around you to be happy?”

“No, not like this! Not having to keep them in jars or putting them in slothful stupors!”

“This was the only way, Y/N Cookie. It is now your turn. I can see that you’re still holding back, keeping yourself shut away from everyone else.”

“And for whom? For a Cookie that’s long left you behind? You let yourself continue to feel this pain just to carry the torch for them? If you simply let go, Hollyberry Cookie and I can give you just as much love as they had, perhaps even more!”

“You’re treading on thin ice here…”

△ Despite the growl in your voice, tears start to form at your eyecings. You hated when you’re hit when it hurts and they knew it, feeling sympathy for your pain….

“Y/N Cookie, please don’t cry! Run to me! Making you upset at me is never what I wanted!”

“Stay back!”

“Am I wrong, my heavenly dearest? That Cookie continues to bring you sorrow and pain even right now. If you simply let us have you, we’ll make sure that you NEVER had to experience that pain ever again…”

“We can all simply remain here in paradise, you and us…”

“Like what we always wanted. Right, Y/N Cookie?”

△ You wanted to cry as you shake the weapon in your hand. You wanted to just run into their arms and just sob into their hold. Just for this to all be over, consequences be damned. You just wanted things to go back to how they were, to have things be okay again…

△ You were already missing Hollyberry…

△ You missed her so crumbling much…and Eternal Sugar felt nicer now than she was before…

….

….

….

….

△ Hollyberry and Eternal Sugar were before you now, smiling warmly. Their eyes brimming with love as they reach out their hands to you.

“May our greatest memories be together, Y/N Cookie/my heavenly darling.”

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[torglives]

can i stand up and say that ros AND yellow are completely irredeemable from lukeys pov or will the audience not like that one. because it’s honestly just been something that’s been bothering me a little bit. the way they talk about him like he’s less than human gets under my skin. can i just rant for a minute. is this okay with everyone.

like imagine you’re thrown into this new world and someone you’ve never met hates you for hearing your voice in a pocket dimension. and then murders you for it like an hour into your life. and then everyone acts like it’s okay because she’s going through a real rough time. and yeah she is, but how does that make it okay? they defend it, because she was scared, but you were scared too. what about your fear? you didn’t even do anything. she keeps threatening to kill you, and you can’t do anything, and you’re powerless. and then you join the opposing faction, because why wouldn’t you. and then her factionmate kills you a few days later. and it’s all one big joke. the entire faction hates you and they believe you’re evil, because they have to justify themselves somehow. no enemy of the kingdom can be innocent, so you must be evil, but you don’t even know who you are yet. and the king takes responsibility for all of it, willingly.

and you’re not perfect, but you try to remain kind. you ask her if she’s comfortable with you attending her event, and as you’re leaving, she calls you back and tries to murder you. again. and she’s friends with the guy you’ve sworn your life to, who’s likewise sworn to keep you safe. and she tells him it was just a little tap, like it was nothing. later, you try to stick up for yourself, defend your innocence, and she tells you that she doesn’t view you as an equal, much less a human being. your death does not matter to her because she doesn’t believe you deserve to live. she doesn’t believe you’re anything at all. "you’re nothing to me, lukey," and everyone lets it happen.

she continues to berate and belittle you, and threaten your life, and so does everyone else, because they’ve decided you’re evil. and it’s funny. and you’re weak. sneeg, and ros, and tina, and zam—and foolish lets them. and then ros dies. and she comes back weird and wrong, and people say to you try to start over, so you try, bitterly. but you’re evil. she calls you a dog. a pet. mocks you. says you make her want to be violent.

"like, i hardly touched lukey, and he hasn’t stopped whining about it."

and something’s got to give. someone has to take responsibility, so,

"i didn’t plan this, foolish. but i’m letting it happen. much like you did."

and everyone screams, see! we knew he was evil all along! we were right! — but this was never your decision to begin with. it’s never mattered what you truly are, because they’d already decided for you.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Hey did you get my ask/request of Alastor and Wife!reader having an argument and Alastor says something horrible to her leaving him to have to make up for it?

I did, I just have a lot of stuff in my inbox

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being in the DOGHOUSE

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor doesn't mind fighting, likes to bicker with and irritate those around him as some strange show of dominance

But his wife is an exception, he hates fighting with his wife and goes to great lengths to avoid it

Despite his efforts, you two do still fight from time to time and he hates it, he tries so hard to reign in that cruel part of him

He doesn't really even remember what started the fight, probably something dangerous he did that upset you

Something like the Adam stunt

And he probably tried to brush it off, his pride not letting him admit that your fears were warranted

You were understandably getting worked up over his dismissal, and he was getting irritated that you wouldn't just drop it

Everyone else in the hotel had scattered and hidden the moment you two started to uncharacteristically raise your voices at each other

Angel had to grab Niffy to stop her from watching the entire argument play out

He just doesn't want to scare you with the idea of losing him, he wants to be your strong, invincible husband

It makes him uncomfortable that you see beyond the powerful overlord demon and instead zero in on the man beneath it all

"Darling, I would understand your fears if I hadn't come back to you in one piece, but I'm here. With you. Perfectly fine."

You could rip your hair out due to frustration, almost in tears, how could he not understand how you felt?

"Alastor! That's not the point! You can't be so reckless! It's not just you that you have to worry about anymore! You have a wife! You have to live and be safe for me!"

He fears a pang of anger over being told what to do, rage and irritation over the unintentional reminder of his failure to win

Which makes his mind wander to his deal, his fucking leash

The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying

"If I knew that everything I do had to be approved by you then, I would've rethought this whole marriage ordeal."

Alastor regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, his ears folding back at the sight of your hurt expression

Your eyes have tears in them but you're doing your best to hold them in, turning on your heel to leave the room

"Wait-Darling, I didn't-"

"Just...give me some space, Alastor."

He regrets it so much, watching you walk away from him when he should be begging for forgiveness

He hates seeing you so upset but he hates being the reason for it even more

Alastor tries to give you the space you asked for, but it's difficult when all he wants to do is make up with you already

But he also doesn't want to actually talk about what happened

So he breaks fairly easily when he sees you again, coming up behind you and hugging you

Only to be shrugged off when he goes for a small kiss, left with a sinking feeling in his stomach

"I said to give me space, I'm not ready to talk to you yet."

Normally, Alastor loves it when you're cruel and cold, finds it a little hot, but when it's aimed at him? He hates it so fucking much

Literally looks like a kicked puppy when you walk away from him again, Charlie and Vaggie looking at anything but him

"You know what, Charlie? I do see that crack in the wall!"

He tries again later, sitting next to you and trying to wrap an arm around your shoulders while the radio bursts to life with a love song

Only to be rewarded with an ill hidden sniffle and you immediately getting up to walk away from him

"If you're not going to apologize and have a genuine conversation with me then don't even bother."

It's driving Alastor crazy not being able to be with you, to not be able to properly make up with you

But he still doesn't want to admit he messed up or have that uncomfortable conversation with you

So he tries lavish gifts and other romantic gestures that all get rejected or given to Niffty to do whatever she wants with them

"Yay!! I'm going to poison these and give them to the mother bugs!!"

Okay...maybe Angel should have these...

Alastor is starting to understand that he can't just gloss over this one

He understands it a little more later that night when you go to bed without him, and he's left too nervous to follow after you

Several hours into the night, the guilt eats at him and he breaks, sneaking into the bedroom

You're awake, your eyes red rimmed from crying but you manage to give him a glare before turning your back to him

"Darling, I believe I owe you an apology..."

The way your tense body relaxes is all he needs, crawling into bed with you and pulling you to his chest

It's a difficult pill for him to swallow, so it's easier for him to have these conversations with you like this

He doesn't want you to see his weakness even when he's laying it out for you

Luckily, Alastor is good with his words and you're willing to listen now that an apology is on the table

It's a long conversation that leaves you both sleepless and emotional in each other's arms

But things are settled and Alastor is forgiven, happy to be back in your good graces

He tried to be strong and hold himself back, he really did... but being without the warmth of your love was torture for him

It was a rough couple of hours for him

HA WHIPPED

"Angel, shut the fuck up before you get yourself killed!"

He's extra clingy and romantic with you for DAYS afterwards, making everyone else at the hotel practically nauseous

Except for Charlie, of course, she loves it

He's just so relieved that you've forgiven him, still disgusted with himself for even saying what he said

Asks you for yet another kiss that morning before Husk finally walks away, annoyed by Alastor's neediness

You don't mind your husband's clingy antics, enjoying the extra attention he's giving you

You should get mad at him more often

[sebmindbreak]

HATRED!BUILDERMAN X YOU! HEADCANONS

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

heheh

I LOVE ANY BUILDERMAN , PERIOD.

HHEHE I GOT TONS OF FOOD I WROTE U BETTER BE READY!

ANYWAYS

HEADCANON TIME!!

Platonic Headcanons

Builderman pretends not to care, but he keeps a mental log of everything you say especially your fears, habits, and favorite things.

He’ll insult your choices but and tries to manipulate you while playing nice

just wants your soul , you are nothing of importance to him

just another thing he can break

First Meeting Headcanons

He looked at you like you were just another bug to squash. You looked at him like you had something to prove.

When you didn't cower, didn't run just stared him up ,he tilted his head with genuine curiosity.

"You're either bold... or stupid." was his first real comment about you.

He expected fear. You gave him a spark of interest.

Getting Along Headcanons

You surprised him by keeping up, again and again. He didn’t say it, but he started waiting for you to catch up rather than leaving you behind.

You bantered back, mocked his arrogance, rolled your eyes at his superiority complex and he secretly loved it.

Builderman started walking beside you instead of ahead.

The silence between you became less tense. More... comfortable.

Realizing He Has Feelings

It hit him like a train, you smiled at him one day, so casually, and his heart stuttered.

He stared at your empty spot when you weren’t there. Just stared. Annoyed. Restless.

He NEEDED to have you to himself only.

How He Confesses

He doesn’t. Not right away. He tries to act meaner to push you away.

You during his fight , get hurt and that’s the breaking point

He chuckles before going to you , licking the small cut he had inflicted on your arm.

"you are mine now."

Romantic Headcanons

He still acts like he’s above you. But his tail always wraps around your ankle when you’re near.

When he’s tired, he leans into you like it’s the most natural thing. Not asking. Just taking.

You are HIS , no matter what.

You’re the only one allowed to touch his work hoodie, tug his tail, or hold his hand though he’ll grumble the entire time.

If anyone dares to flirt with you, Builderman doesn’t speak. He stares them down until they physically leave the room.

or maybe they dissapear , who knows, you don't see them again.

He flirts, but only when he wants something. He knows how to use his words like nails to a wall: sharp, efficient, and hard to pull out. "Oh? Blushing already? Tch… Pathetic. But cute." It's always cocky, always controlled

He’s insanely possessive, but it’s layered beneath smugness. You belong to him. Period. He won’t say it directlyinstead, he’s constantly positioning himself between you and everyone else. Subtle. Protective. Menacing. "You don't need anyone else. Not when you have me. Got it?"

Touchy, but only with you. He doesn’t like others in his space, but you? You get all of him. His tail wraps around you when he’s comfortable. His hoodie is suddenly your hoodie. He pulls you into his lap and grumbles about it the whole time while stroking your back like it’s instinct.

NSFW HEADCANON TIME!!

-Breeding kink

loves LOVES , just throwing you anywhere , the bed, the wall , or even while you guys are fighting and just start to pound into you like there's no tommorow.

absolutly loves seeing how much rounds he can do before you are completly full of his cum.

-Cream pie

like the breeding kink , loves to cum inside you , seeing your stomach swell up with how much he came inside you ?

yeah thats hot

-Rough sex

doesn't like to go slow, the gentle pace ? he hates it , he likes to drag you close to him when he is in the mood and immedialy goes down on you.

-"Hate" sex

I like their favourite time to have sex with you is during a fight , seeing you so vulnerable , makes him all hot and bothered , can you blame him ?

loves to degrade you during it

"awww look at you , you're supposed to defeat me , and here you are getting fucked by your enemy , so cute ,its pathetic."

-Dumbification

LOVES turning you dumb , and make you agree to everything they say due to how much he turned you dumb on his cock

"that's it , no more smart thoughts , just let go" , "thats it , get fucked stupid , whore."

-Marking

uses his tail , claws , or just anything to mark you up, and if you bleed a bit from the cuts and bites ? thats even better , he'll lick it for you

WE ALL LOVE BUILDERMANNNNN

[razorblade180]

Weiss:This 100 men vs gorilla debate is getting out of hand.

Jaune:It’s possible.

Weiss:It’s a gorilla.

Yang:Not a hundred huntsman. Just a hundred men.

Ruby:That’s a lot of people. They could pull something off. *pulls out scroll*

Jaune:Exactly.

Weiss:Half of them are dead at minimum.

Ren:Probably more than half. Gorillas get mean.

Nora:It’s just one. Try a hundred men vs me. That’s the real challenge.

Blake:Not if they start with Ren.

Nora:How dare you say something so true…

Yang:Ruby, who are you calling?

Adam:*picks up* We agreed on one call week. What do you want?

Blake:You got his number!?

Ruby:I have the number of everyone I bother. I have Mercury’s number.

Adam:I’m hanging up.

Ruby:Wait! A hundred men vs a gorilla. Who wins!?

Adam:The men.

Yang:Human men?

Adam:If a hundred humans couldn’t beat a gorilla then the Faunus are doing a terrible job fighting back against them in a way too embarrassing to think about.

Blake:I should’ve known that would be the logic.

Weiss:I feel like I’m the only person considering how much a gorilla wouldn’t care about holding back or showing remorse! People would be fighting not just the gorilla, but their fear!

Adam:Not if the hundred men are crackheads.

Everyone:….

Jaune:W-What?

Adam:You heard me. Are you gonna say a hundred crackheads can’t beat a single gorilla? Especially if the prize is more drugs!?

The room was too stunned to speak. Against their own will, Yang and Weiss couldn’t help but hide their faces as they tried not to laugh with all their strength. The immediate tears that welled in their eyes were evident.

Yang:I hate to say it…but he’s winning me over on this argument.

[suiana]

hi hi hii!! I saw your requests are open so may I pleade request for more yandere classmate oneshots/fics/headcanons anything that is a yandere classmate content cause I really love your writing and those yandere classmates hcs/oneshots you wrote♡♡!! if you need me to be more specific here's a suggestion/scenario:3...(that's a bit too specific if you don't mind hehe)

Yandere classmate transfer to reader's school and class. Yandere meets reader and boomshakalala typical yandere scenario where he falls inlove with reader. Yandere finds out that reader is getting backstabbed and bullied by their classmates. Reader is an extrovert and silly but like can't do anything about the bullying so they just ignore their classmates comment. Reader can be gender neutral or fem, whatever feels more comfty for u to write:>>! yan is a male!

Also, if you're in a writer's block, u don't have to force yourself! Also jst ignore this if u don't feel comfty writing this. Take of yourself and sorry if this is a bit too specific or demanding !

xoxo - Anon

hey anon! you just pulled me out of my writers drought so please have this for valentines

Yandere! classmate who's the new kid and is trying to fit in. Right, the average new kid experience. You're not popular, not a loner, just somewhere in between and trying to get by with all the horrors school can throw at you. No one has enough time to bother with others when they have to focus on themselves.

But there is.

You know how there are some people who peaked in highschool that take out their sadness on others? Yeah, that's right. Those people. And he just so happened to walk into one of these sessions.

Some grown ass man pouring milk over- oh, it's you.

Yeah just like how there's the losers who peaked in highschool, there are the popular kids who remain popular throughout their life. Aka you. And he's fallen for you hard.

It all began one fateful day... When he bumped into you while running on 2 hours of sleep and simply passed out because of the force at which he walked right at you. That's right. He fainted from walking into you.

Anyway, when he woke up, he found out that you had dragged him to the nurse's office and had stayed right by his side until he woke up.

How fucking cute.

He was definitely attracted to you. That was for sure, he still could feel it even when he was still woozy. I mean, you were his type from head to toe! Physically at least.

But now you're telling him you stayed by his side and waited patiently by his side until he woke up? You've got him hooked. So he gave you his number, got you to be his friend, and everything else fell in place.

He started noticing you around campus, talking to everyone and socializing like a freaking butterfly. Figures. You were clearly an extrovert and loved being just an absolute sweetheart. Sweet and kind to everyone around you. He would give you the world if you asked for it.

Then, he started noticing the bullying. The whispers, backhanded compliments... Just everything about it enraged him. It's bad enough that people are being mean, it's even worse that they're called your friends. How could they do such a thing to you? You were a blessing to be around! These people should be grateful that you even wanted to befriend them! Hell, they should be grovelling and begging on their knees for even as much as thinking wrong of you!

The worst part of it all?

You don't retaliate. Or rather, you can't. These "friends" of yours are all kids of rich and powerful people. And you? You're just poor old you, unable to talk back in fear of them ruining your reputation and maybe even worse. They could have you removed from the school, falsely accused of a crime... They're scum of the earth and they know it.

He hates them.

He hates them.

That's why he's taken it upon himself to get rid of them! No problem if he isn't as powerful or rich as these... "friends" of yours... Who can fight back when they're dead after all? The dead don't speak, they can't. They're the best type of sinners, people who've dared to lay their filthy hands and words on your beautiful soul.

Of course... He doesn't let you know that. You're too kind for this world. You'd freak out and have a panic attack if he told such a thing to you! You wouldn't understand. He wouldn't want to scare you anyway. You think of him as just another tired student that's your really nice friend. So he's kept all this hidden away.

But right now? When he's faced with this? Milk? On you? While you're just... Forced to take it all?

How can he not act out?

"You think this is funny?"

His hands are on that losers neck in a second, depriving him of any oxygen possible. Damn you, damn you, damn you. This waste of space should just die now. He was even laughing when he was pouring the fucking milk over your head? Unacceptable.

Simply unacceptable.

"You're a fucking loser."

"You smell like piss and shit, did you piss yourself?"

"Not so much of a big guy now, huh?"

This guy's body is larger than him, muscle and veiny all over. Yet... His body was slowly losing... to him? An average joe?

Then he hears it. Your voice.

He gets pulled out of his rage by your voice. Oh... Your sweet, sweet voice. It's like an angel's touch, the warmth of spring after a cold winter. Usually it would be comforting to him, make his heart soar and face warm. Right now though? it's sending nothing but dread through him. Shit, he's exposed himself.

"Uh... Fuck, I didn't mean to-"

He's stammering, bumbling on his words like a fool. No, god no, he's messed up now. You'll surely hate him and think he's a violent creep. You'll never want to talk to him again and-

-You reached out to him and mutter a thanks? For standing up for you? With that smile and gentle hands? What was that? Did you just ask him to release the guy and go on a walk? Was that a date? He hopes it's a date. Ah, it's on valentine's too. Do you like him? Is this a sign? He's not overthinking it right?

...

Ah.

He's so cooked.

[yanderemommabean]

Hey Momma!

I like butterflies, ya got any Yandere Alien Butterfly scenario for me? Or everyone? Cause I'm sure we'd like a nice Yandere Alien Butterfly~ 🦋

“P-Please! Please you have to-Ahh!” You sob, wincing and jerking as more of their invasive fingers inspect your body. It wasn’t a sob of pain either, oh anything but. You’ve been handed over for these insect aliens to inspect as a sort of treaty and well, they’re being /very/ thorough with you. 

Their wings flutter here and there as they murmur and whisper to one another, you assume to speak about notes and what they’ve learned but you can’t help but notice the clipboards and tablets have been set aside for over an hour now, and they simply haven’t bothered to test anything more than your limits on pleasure. 

Weren’t you supposed to be tested on with other items too? Wasn’t this more or less a death sentence from your oh so cowardly government? 

“They react nicely when you press right here-” The one on the left states a bit louder, something you can actually comprehend, but you’re focus is cut off as they demonstrate what they mean-curling their fingers inside you just right and making your body pulse with pleasure once again, your eyes watering as they begin to more or less abuse that spot and make your muscles tense and shake. 

You can’t even catch your breath as the one on the right nods their head, but moves to grab something off of the table beside them. “Yes but do you think their anatomy could handle someone of our size? I think this mating tool is about as large as one of us, shall we try it?” 

Oh god you can’t even bring yourself to look up. You try to catch your breath while you can, laying back on the cold table bringing you back to your senses even if just slightly. You aren’t sure you want to know just how big that toy could be, your mind would simply break. 

“Oh not to worry! They’re quite resilient creatures! But we do have to be careful, I like this one” one says, amused as they grab the item and flick the switch. “We have to be slow, humans can handle sizes better when relaxed and sedated. Our little specimen here should be able to take at least half before we run into any issues”. 

Your walls flutter and pulse once again, and you hate your body for being so eager to start after finally catching your breath. It’s as if your instincts are trying to tell you to just lay back and give in, and really, you can’t fight that urge much longer. That buzzing sound only makes your legs want to squeeze together tighter, but not out of fear this time. 

Oh you’re slowly becoming a mindless toy yourself aren’t you?  

When the head of that large toy enters you, your breath catches and it can’t be helped when you arch up and brokenly cry, that stretch seemingly both painful and blissful. That vibration was only making your fingers and toes curl as the two aliens watched with rapt attention, slowly pressing the toy in deeper and deeper, listening to your feeble noises and adorable moans almost nonchalantly. 

If it wasn’t for the heady scent in the air and the fact you could see their own members sliding out in arousal, you’d think they were genuinely bored with experimenting with you. You catch a glimpse between weak twists of your body, and those dangerous eyes hold something more primal than they did when you first entered the room. 

They were doing this for more than just research, that’s for sure. You’re at their mercy until they get bored, if they even do. 

“Go ahead. Climax. We know you have more in you, we’ve studied your vitals and liquids, you aren’t dehydrated yet” the one on the right bites out, eager and needy as he leans forward to turn the toys vibrations up. “You look so good like this, human. Stuffed and needy, begging to be bred and made into the perfect mate. You must feel so neglected if you’re this sensitive to what we use” 

You can only manage a whimper, eyes rolling back as your breath catches and that thick, pulsing toy hammers inside of you. It’s no use in fighting it, you couldn’t fight the multiple other attempts either. You cave, body lurching and head lolling back as you cry out and loudly gasp for air, feeling your hole clenching down and trying to make sure that large toy doesn’t leave, milking it for all its worth as you rock your hips to ride out the fifth intense orgasm of the day. 

The two butterflies coo and croon in your ear, you think they’re praising you even but everythings so blurry and sounds like it's underwater, you can’t make any of it out. 

“Good job human, such a good job. That’s it, deep breaths…When your breathing is back to a stable condition let’s see if we can’t fit in the rest of the device. I’m sure you won’t disappoint us”.

(-Mommabean, hiya! Sorry for any typos! Anyway I hope you enjoyed, feel free to tell me what you thought!)

[apppletea]

fated to pretend.

chapter two

platonic yan!batfam x blind!reader

tw: suicide attempts

It was such a cold night, a woman was violently grabbing her little daughter, forcing her to walk faster when she clearly knew that her daughter was blind and knew little about the streets.

‘mommy! you hurt me...’ The little girl sobbed, still trying to keep up with her mother, whose patience was clearly running out.

‘You, dumb kid, you don't even know how to do that!’ the lady shouted, some people looked at the situation with sadness but still did nothing, they complain so much and do nothing.

‘but mommy— i'm a good kid! I swear!’ She screamed back, still not understanding where to walk. What a big mistake (name).

The woman suddenly stopped her hurried steps, causing the little girl to crash into her and fall onto the cold, hard cement.

‘mommy?’ She called her mother but received no answer, her nerves and anxiety intensified even more and soon her breath was cut off, still desperately calling her mother but she just watched from a distance as she got into a black car, looked back at her little daughter and sighed tiredly, regretting having brought into the world such an innocent creature like her.

‘Let's go.’

The car started and drove off, leaving you to the dangers of the streets, with no defense for yourself. From that day on, you understood that it wasn't worth chasing people who only kept you away, that memory it's like a nightmare that repeats itself over and over again.

You understood that your current family wasn't worth it if they just left you aside, you could go out on your own or at least try, however, you knew that at least once you were old enough you would leave and be much more independent.

That was all you wanted but fate has other plans.

‘Your mother has told us wonderful things about you!’ The lady exclaimed so excitedly as she snuggled up to her husband, looking at the beauty of her niece's creation.

You had dissociated so much that you forgot half of the conversation, you didn't even know if Bruce and his children were still in the room, anyway, this was only your business and no one else's in that family.

‘my mother? oh.’ You murmured softly, lowering your head as you played with your hands that at some point, you started to hurt too much.

‘She's very sorry for what she did! She wants to see you.’ The man said, smiling so much that even if you didn't see them, you would know that they make up for that pure joy of seeing you, how cheesy.

You felt the anger of seeing that woman again. You tried to smile, but it was probably no use. This was all stressful, and it was your birthday! How hateful.

‘Your mother misses you, really... Maybe we could—’

‘NO!’ you screamed, silencing your uncles or whoever, your breathing quickened, you hate seeing that woman, you hate her, you hate this family, you hate everyone, they probably see you as a weirdo, a stranger in this family but it's okay, you always were, no one could really change that.

You didn't shout much and when you did, it bothered you, right? But none of your brothers could know it.

Half the family was here, chatting quietly in another part of the mansion, forgetting you in the process of everything, but your scream disconcerted them a lot. Damian heard you and quickly ran into the living room only to be stopped by Alfred who was proudly aware and waiting for him to be called.

‘You—!’

‘Me.’

While you, you... You were so upset that you didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, you knew that if you left right now they would stop you and God knows what they could say or do to you and your last hopes were that butler, the only one.

‘A— Alfred!’ This time you didn't scream, fearing something worse so you just said it in a slightly lower tone since you knew he was close, waiting for your cry for help and so it was.

The man walked in with such a serene face even if the previous discussion had made him feel uncomfortable.

‘sir and... miss, I need you to leave.’ — ‘BUT! why?!’

The argument escalated, you hated hearing the voices of that family and you hated seeing how Alfred dealt alone, yeah... You hate this family.

You sighed and started walking trying to get out of there, still stumbling in some places.

You had let your guard down for the first time, the subject with your mother was something you hated to talk about, you hated feeling how you trembled just by hearing words about her, why were you born? Why why why why why.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts of pain that you simply didn't pay attention to Damian, or anyone from this stupid family, they only cared when they showed up and then they left, they left you alone, if you were the same as before that would have devastated you but now you just didn't care, just like they don't care about you either.

Should you die? Yes, you could definitely try... lock you up and and....Yes, you will.

You walked and walked, with only one idea, to get rid of this unhappy life you got, this life that hates you that even had to put obstacles in your way to finally bring you down.

The noises had become muffled around you and as you felt yourself getting further and further away, you felt how the cold darkness of the mansion had subjected you to those thoughts and bom. A blow brought you to your senses.

You had collided with something or someone, it was hard as a wall but soft enough to try to tell it's a human or a dead.

You knew who he was, who was the one who always looked in the dark, who simply ignored you and acted as if you never existed, yes, the biggest failure of this family apart from you, Jason.

His presence was never pleasant and you always ignored him because he did the same thing, and you did it again, you pretended he wasn't there, you pretended to be the useless blind girl. You touched your sore forehead and sighed, you started walking again, this time trying to reach the stair railing to guide yourself better and get to your room as quickly as possible and you did.

You quickly locked yourself in and sighed. What would you do? You couldn't think properly in that state, you really couldn't then... Why?

You ran your hands through your hair, desperate, you didn't know whether to pull it out or not, you didn't know whether to scream or just cry, you hated feeling weak under their gaze.

Not even the girls in the family were here although they wouldn't be of help either, horrible, horrible!

‘ugh....’ Your throat hurt and you felt a sour taste, you wanted to catch the food that was going to come out in your mouth, but could you? You felt terrible and soon you felt the taste leave your mouth, a choking sound echoed in the room and you sobbed. ‘ugh— I feel sick....’

Now you were in the solitude of your room and your intrusive thoughts, becoming clearer and clearer, you didn't want to give in quickly.

HAII, SORRY FOR THE WAIT, I WAS SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL!!!! =⁠_⁠=

I'll soon make a taglist with the people who asked me the other time and if you want to be added, just ask without hesitation! :3

[fullsunstrawberry]

Love Beyond Labels

synopsis: the misunderstood "rich girl," reveals her academic struggles to a loner with his own challenges. In an unexpected twist, they form a unique friendship—she gets study help, and he gains a true companion.

genre: slice of life, humor, fluff, angst, smut, freaky nerd

warnings**: bullying, swearing, self-hate, mentions of anxiety, jokes of social "suicide", dreamies are kinda mean in this..., no condom mentioned, praising, fingering, marking, lots of boobie touching cause haechan loves them okay, make-up sex, idk probably more lol

word count: 8.9k

a/n: first ever written fanfic....kinda nervous haha

School is easy, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty. Well, that's what all your classmates thought. They didn't know how difficult school was for you. You never got what was happening in class. Anytime you got an answer wrong, no one batted an eye because who expects the rich pretty girl to get an answer right? But little did they know you would cry in the janitor's room after each time. You just hated feeling so dumb.

"Ugh, I'm not ready for today's test," Jaemin huffed, plopping down beside you.

"Wait, there's a test?" you sighed, already predicting the outcome.

Mr. Moon whispered a half-hearted "good luck" as he handed you the test, before moving on and finishing handing out everyone else’s tests. He already knew how it was going to go.

You hated how even the teachers knew you were stupid.

After the test, you already knew you failed it. You were the last one to turn your test in, when Jaemin asked if you wanted to meet up with him, Jeno, Mark, and Chenle for lunch. You nodded telling him you had to stop at the office real quick.

Instead of walking towards the office, you sped walked to the janitor's closet, already feeling the tears threaten to escape. You knew you failed that test. Even though you acted like you didn’t know you had a test, you lied. You’ve been studying for it for a long time. Even canceling plans. But you would never admit it to anyone. You studied your ass off but still failed, that’s even more pathetic than forgetting about it.

You quickly took out the keys and opened the door quickly so no other student would see it. You thank the janitor for being so forgetful that you could easily steal one of his keys. He has a bunch of copies, one missing wouldn’t hurt. Right as you locked the door you sat in the corner, not even bothering to turn the lights on.

you were always an ugly crier, but it was okay cause you bought the most expensive waterproof makeup for these occasions. Only a quick bathroom stop is needed before meeting your friends for lunch.

As you were drying your tears you heard the door jiggle and then open. you quickly hid your face just in case it was someone you knew.

"Y/N?" a voice you didn't recognize spoke, interrupting your quiet moment in the janitor's closet.

Confused, you wiped your face and looked up at the mystery voice. You kind of recognized the thick black glasses boy in front of you. You knew he was in some of your classes but you couldn’t think of his name.

Fearing the worst you cleared your throat before asking “What do you want?”

“Uh, I don't want anything!" the boy replied, swiftly stepping into the room and closing the door. You noticed he had his lunch tray with him. "This might sound pathetic, but I like to eat my lunch here."

confused, you asked him “Why would you do that?”

“Well I don’t really have friends and I don’t want to get picked on” he explained sitting down next to you, not having much of a choice because there wasn’t that much room.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just go," you said, preparing to stand up. But before you could, he quickly called out your name, making you look down at him.

"You're not bothering me! You can stay and talk about what's going on. I know we don't talk, but I can listen to you." His hopeful eyes convinced you to sit back down. You quickly wiped away your tears before confiding in him.

“You can’t tell anyone this!“ You put your pinky finger up and put it near him. “promise?”

“I don’t have many people to tell” he let out a small laugh while putting his hands up defensively. “promise!” he took your pinky finger in his

“okay” you nodded “I failed my psychology test today”

you looked at his face and he looked confused “What?” you questioned

“Oh it's just, you always fail your tests. Everyone knows that”

As he said that you felt the tears start to come back. Of course, he wouldn’t get it. Why did you ever think he would get it?

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m so sorry” he panicked “I shouldn’t have said that!”

you turn away, quickly wiping away your tears again. “no I get it, I’m the dumb girl”

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Hey, want to hear something embarrassing about me? I'm only here because of a scholarship. That's why no one wants to be friends with me!" he confessed.

you start to giggle “That’s not embarrassing!”

“It made you laugh! But here is something actually embarrassing, my teacher forgot my name today. Even though I've had her for the whole year.”

Your eyes widen, feeling bad that you forgot his name.

“ahh you don’t know my name either”

you smile “If you tell me your name, I’ll forgive you”

“haechan”

“That's a nice name, haechan” You smiled at the way it rolled off your tongue. 

“thank you, I have a proposition or a proposal”

“I know what proposition means” you teased

he giggled, “I’ll help you study”

your eyes lit up, “really? What can I do for you?”

he avoided your eyes and cleared his throat “Be my friend”

your eyes softened “That’s not hard, I was going to be your friend after this conversation anyways” You pushed his shoulder.

He finally met your eyes and smiled at you. “then you don’t have to do anything, friends help friends”

As the bell faintly rang, you pulled out your phone. "Here, give me your number so we can talk."

he paused for a second before taking your phone

standing up and thanking him before you quickly left to go touch up your makeup in the bathroom. Reminding yourself you would have to tell Jaemin you were sorry for ditching him and the guys.

You walked into your next class as the late bell rang. 

“there you are! Jaemin told me you ditched us” Mark laughed. 

“I didn't mean to ditch you guys, just got carried away.” 

“carried away, with what?” 

“I was working on my psychology essay, and I can't believe she makes us write one every week!” you huffed out, setting your bag down before sitting down. 

“Could have just said you were talking to guys instead of lying.” Mark laughed, too interested in whatever was on his phone to notice your face drop. What did your friends think of you? 

“What do you mean?” 

Mark glanced at you before laughing, “You always procrastinate, there is no way you even started it!” 

Instead of arguing you turned to face the front, pulling out your notebook. The essay is due in two days, of course, you started it. There would be no way for you to finish the four pages if you didn't. Turning towards Mark again you huffed out, “Well someone is helping me study.”

Shocked, Mark quickly faced towards you “What? What happened to y/n?” 

You scoffed, “Really? That surprising”

“I am, you never really cared for grades”

“Well I'm sick of failing every test” 

“So who's helping you out?” Mark leaned towards you “Could have just asked me”

“His name is Haechan”

Mark’s eyebrows furrowed “That one kid that eats in the bathroom?”

“He doesn't eat in the bathroom!” You defended 

“Just be careful, he’s a little weird” 

“What do you mean, you don’t even know him” You started to get upset.

“He doesn't really talk to anyone”  He could see how your face scrunched up and you were about to start an argument with him so he shrugged, not really caring “Why didn't you ask me, I'm one of the top students”

You didn't really want to explain what happened so you just blew his question off. Before he could press you for an answer, the teacher walked in. 

Haechannie🤓🐻: When do you want to start?

Y/N☺️: I have my psychology paper due soon. Could you read it over before I turn it in?

Haechannie🤓🐻: Yeah meet me at the public library after school 

Y/N☺️: Thanks!

Haechannie🤓🐻: No problem :)

Jaemin and Jeno are probably thinking you're going crazy when you tell them you didn't need a ride after school. But you didn't want them to drop you off at the library and question you the same way Mark did in class. So you just said you were meeting up with a girlfriend of yours who wanted to walk to the park. At the mention of a girl, they didn’t question anything. 

Now that's how you ended up looking around the library for Haechan. He wasn't on the first or second floor, so you started making your way up to the third floor. Questioning why he even would go all the way up there, no one liked the third floor. As you looked around you spotted Haechan sitting at a table in the corner. 

As he heard you coming, he looked up and smiled. “Took you long enough!”

“Who even uses the third floor of the library, all the books up here are just textbooks.” You huffed out, setting your bag down and taking out everything you needed. 

“That’s the whole point! It’s quiet up here” 

You can admit, that he has a point! Maybe you will actually start using the third floor more. As if you ever go to the public library without your friends dragging you there. Liking your room for studying a lot more because there are no judging eyes. 

“Okay, let’s get started! Let me see what you have already” Haechan smiled at you. 

You pulled out your notebook and quickly found the page you started to write on before handing it to Haechan. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed, which made Haechan pull away quickly. 

You watched as his eyes read through everything you wrote. Anxiety started to fill you up. What if it was really bad and he thinks you're even more of an idiot than before? Ugh, he’s a nice guy, he wouldn't think like that. But you don’t really know him— Before your inner monologue continues Haechan put down your notebook. Shock showed in his eyes. 

“Wow, that was really good! The way you described Sensation and Perception was easy to understand. How do you usually fail with papers like this?”

Shocked that he actually liked your paper it took you a couple of seconds to register his question. “I usually get good grades on my papers and in-class work, but tests always seem to get to me.” 

“mmm, I understand,” Haechan hummed. “A lot of people have test anxiety, I have some tips I can give you if you want” 

Your eyes lit up as you nodded, eager to hear what he had to say. 

“It’s getting quite late, maybe we should start wrapping this up?” Haechan yawned. 

You quickly looked at the time, not believing him that it was so late. You gasped, shocked at how quickly time passed with Haechan. “Oh, I better get going, before my mom starts to ask questions.” 

“Yeah, I have to get going too. It was nice hanging out with you.” Haechan quickly gathered up all his things before moving to leave. 

“Wait!” 

Haechan paused looking at you confused. 

“What are you doing tomorrow after class?” 

“Nothing, until I have to go in for work” Haechan sighed “I don’t want to study again tomorrow”

A little taken aback by the change in his tone, you quickly cleared things up “That’s not what I was going to ask you! I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out, like at the mall or something”

you couldn't quite read the emotion on Haechan’s face. Was he shocked? Happy? Confused? Maybe a little bit of each. 

“Oh um yeah, we can hang out.” 

“Good, I’ll text you the details” You smiled before turning away and leaving him to stand there not knowing what was going on in his head. 

The final bell rang as you rushed out to find Haechan. Earlier promising that you both would take the bus to the mall together. 

Your eyes lit up seeing him standing at the bus stop, calling out a quick “Haechan” to get his attention. Which seemed to work as he found you in the crowd of other students. 

As you finally pushed through all the people to get to Haechan, your face dropped. He wasn't looking at you anymore. “What’s wrong?” 

“You don’t want to be caught hanging out with me, it will ruin your reputation.” He whispered 

Taken aback you laughed, which turned into a heavier laugher. Shocked and confused by your reaction, Haechan turned towards you, watching you laugh like you were crazy. “I’m not joking! Hanging out with me in public is literally social suicide”

You took a couple of deep breaths before answering him “Haechan, this isn't some teen drama! Who even cares about that” 

Haechan looked embarrassed by this and started to fiddle with his fingers. You saw the bus starting to pull up so you took hold of his hand. Stopping him from fiddling with them and making sure you didn't lose him to the crowd of people waiting for the bus. 

If you were paying more attention, you would have seen how bright his cheeks turned. Before quickly snapping out of it. 

As you got onto the bus, you noticed how full it was. Only noticed one seat in the back. quickly you pulled him towards the back and offered him the seat. 

Shaking his head, he told you to sit down. But you insisted that you were okay with standing. Looking around you noticed the other people starting to get annoyed, even hearing an older lady saying she hates teenage couples. 

Before he could protest, you pushed him down onto the seat and sat on his knee. “Are you happy now? It’s a win-win situation, we both get to sit now” You smiled. 

The whole ride there was silent. Maybe the stunt you pulled on the bus was a little too much for him to handle. 

But you didn't let that stop you from grabbing his hand when the bus finally arrived at the mall. Excitedly telling Haechan about all your favorite stores and sales that are going on right now. 

He didn't seem to care when you kept dragging him to different clothing and makeup stores. It wasn't until you noticed how uncomfortable he was did you realized how rude you were being. 

“Oh shit sorry, where do you want to go next?”

 Taken back by this Haechan quickly tried to brush it off “No it’s okay, where do you want to go next?” Not letting him dodge the question you push him for an answer. “No, come on, let's go somewhere you like next!”

“Uh I like Gamestop” 

“Then we are off to Gamestop, I know where it is because it’s next to my favorite shoe store!” 

Haechan’s eyes lit up when he saw the new Lord of the Fallen had been released. “Cool! I’ve been waiting for this to come out�� But as quickly as he picked it up he put it down. 

“You're not going to get it?” You questioned

“Oh no, it’s too much money” He turned to look at other things, leaving you the opportunity to grab and pay for the game without him knowing. 

Finding him in the back, you asked if he was finished looking around. Which earned you a nod. As you stepped out of the store, you held up the bag. “What did you get?” Haechan asked, confused. 

“It’s for you” You giggled handing him the bag. 

He hesitated before looking in the bag and gasping “Y/n, this is $80!” 

“That’s nothing! I love buying my friends things that I know they will like” You smiled, hooking your arm with his. “Now I'm hungry, let's go eat.” 

The food court wasn't your first choice, but haechan insisted. Arguing that he knew you were going to try to pay for his food if you went to some fancy restaurant. Which he is right, you would have. But you settled for paying for his Taco Bell instead. 

“Let's go near the carousel I love the view and plus not a lot of people sit over there”

Haechan nodded, letting you show the way. 

Everything was going very smooth. You wanted to do this again and again. But as you were in your own world you heard voices call out “Hyuck”. Haechan's eyes widened and looked around. 

Two boys, one tall and one short, sat down near you guys. 

“Long time no see, we missed you!” The taller one said either not knowing or not caring about your presence. 

The shorter one cleared his throat before asking Haechan “So are you going to introduce us” 

Haechan laughed nervously before looking at you, pointing to the shorter one “This is Huang Renjun” and then pointing to the taller one who seem to now noticed you were there “And this is Park Jisung” 

Before Haechan could speak you smiled “I'm F/N L/N!” 

Haechan winced at your mentioning your last name. You looked at the other guys and their faces dropped. Confused, you asked “what's wrong?” 

Haechan quickly cleared his throat and explained “It’s nothing! We used to know someone with that last name and so they're just surprised.” 

The two boys looked confused before nodding “Sorry, just bad memories” Renjun forced a smile before getting up and announcing “Oh we’re gonna be late for our movie, let’s go Jisung” 

They left before you could even get in another word. Noticing your shock, Haechan shakes his head “Those are my friends from my childhood, we haven't talked in a while because we go to different schools now.” 

Not wanting to push you just hummed.

Something felt weird but you didn't want to bring it up. Today has been one of your favorites and you didn't want to sour the mood by letting Haechan know his friends acted a bit rude. 

So the whole time you didn't bring it up, instead going back to your cheery self. After a few more stores, you both decided that was enough for today and Haechan really needed to get home so he could get enough sleep before having to go to his part-time job. 

Soon days, weeks, and months flew by. Hanging out with Haechan really made things go by so quickly. You liked his company. So did your teachers, complimenting you on passing all your tests. One even accused you of cheating, but Haechan stepped in and confessed he had been helping you study.

Even your parents seemed to notice the change in your mood. Your mother loves getting her cheerful daughter back. The only people who seemed to hate the “new and improved y/n” were your best friends. It started with Jaemin accusing you of sleeping with Mr. Moon because he swore there’s no way you could have gotten scored higher on your test then him. Obviously, you were pissed that he could even suggest something like that.

So you ended up admitting to your not-so-secret tutoring sessions to your friends one day at lunch.

“So that's where you've been during lunch?” Chenle questioned. 

“Yes, we’ve been eating in the library together” 

“So you’ve been ditching us for that nerd this whole time!” Jeno’s voice raised, causing some of the other students in the cafeteria to look at your table. 

“Don’t call him a nerd!” 

“But he is one!” Jeno threw his hands up in the air. 

“Just because he gets good grades? Then why don’t you call Mark or Jaemin a nerd?”

“Y/N Come on, why are you defending him? He’s just some loser who eats in the bathroom when you're not at school” Chenle laughed, trying to get everyone to calm down. 

Taken back by how rude your best friends were, you looked around and made eye contact with Haechan. 

He was supposed to meet your friends today. He was really excited after you hyped all of them up. But as he was walking to your table, you could tell that he heard everything. 

You saw how his eyes were starting to water. 

“Maybe he is a nerd but he is way hotter than all of you! Bet he can actually get me to cum unlike any of you” You smirked knowing this would get on their nerves. Hitting it where it hurt, their egos. 

You heard Jaemin scuff, “Yeah right, we all know your type! You wouldn't even kiss him” 

Taking the challenge, you looked around and spotted Haechan again. But this time his face was red and his eyes were wide. You smirked, “wanna bet?” 

The tension in the cafeteria was thick after your bold statement, and all eyes seemed to be on the unfolding drama. Your best friends wore expressions of disbelief mixed with irritation. You made your way over to Haechan.

Haechan's eyes showed surprise, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You could feel the weight of the challenge in the air as you took a hold of his sweater collar, the fabric warm beneath your fingers. The cafeteria buzzed with hushed whispers and curious glances, but your focus was solely on him.

Pulling him down gently, your lips hovered near Haechan's ear, and you breathed out a teasing question. "Can I?" The words were soft, carrying a hint of playfulness.

In response, Haechan nodded fervently, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Please," he whispered back, his voice barely audible.

With a mischievous smirk, you seized the moment, closing the distance between your lips and Haechan lips. Time seemed to slow as the cafeteria fell into a stunned silence, and then erupted into a mix of gasps, whispers, and scattered applause. The unexpected turn of events had caught everyone off guard, including your best friends, who now wore expressions ranging from shock to disbelief.

Breaking the kiss, you stepped back. You saw how Haechan went to lean back in again. Quickly placing a short kiss to his lips you whispered “everyone watching us” His eyes widened and looked around the cafeteria. Making you giggle and whisper a hushed “Cute”

After your little stunt in the cafeteria, everyone’s been asking you who that guy was and if you two are dating. You already knew poor Haechan was getting the same questions. 

Y/N😊❤️: People keep asking me if you’re a good kisser

Haechannie🤓🐻: Well am I?

Y/N😊❤️: Absolutely

Y/N😊❤️: What are you doing after school?

Haechannie🤓🐻: Working and then going home

Y/N😊❤️: When do you get off? Want to hang out with you

Haechannie🤓🐻: 9 pm, at the convenience store on the other side of town

Haechannie🤓🐻: we can hang out only if you promise to kiss me again

Y/N😊❤️: we’ll see ;)

The convenience store was a far walk from your house so you asked your friend Yuna to drive you. But that didn’t stop your parents from scolding you for going out so late. All you had to say was that you were staying over at Yuna’s house. Yuna is your mom's best friend's daughter. She had no problem with this because last summer you had to do the same thing for her. 

There was only a few people at the convenience store. You saw Haechan slumped over at the counter scrolling through his phone. “Aren’t you supposed to be working”

Haechan jumped up from his sitting position, ready to be scolded by his manager. But when his eyes landed on you he shook his head “Ah you scared me! I still have 10 minutes until closing” 

“I wanted to get here early, I heard there is a cute cashier boy here” you smirked

You can already see Haechan’s face start to become a light shade of red. 

“Stop flirting with me, I'm working!” 

Before you could say a comeback, an older guy put down his stuff on the register. 

“She’s just trying to get free stuff” The random guy scoffed

Taken aback you scoff, tilting your head “What do you mean by that?”

“You’re too pretty for him”

You looked at Haechan and saw his head lower. 

Looking back at the guy you laugh “Nerdy guys are the freakiest” you winked

Haechan’s eyes widened, not being able to make eye contact with anyone. 

“All girls are the same” The guy harshly stated before throwing ten dollars on the counter and leaving. 

“How do you know I’m freaky?” Haechan busted out laughing. 

“I don’t but guys hate when their masculinity is threatened” You shrug.

“So what do you want to do after I close” 

“I don’t know, I told my parents I was staying over with a friend tonight. So I’m all yours”

“All mine? I like the sound of that” Haechan smirked leaning in “I live alone”

You gasp “How do you live alone?” 

“It’s a small place, I don’t have a relationship with my parents anymore” Haechan grabbed the keys to close the shop. “It’s not too far from here, only a five-minute walk” 

Entering Haechan's apartment, the reality of his living space matched his earlier description. It kind of reminded you of a college dorm. Only a small living area with his bed and a tiny hallway that leads to his bathroom. 

As you took in the surroundings, Haechan couldn't help but laugh at your reaction. "I told you it was small," he remarked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It's not the fanciest part of town, but it's affordable."

"It's nice!" you assured him, a genuine smile gracing your face.

Haechan, skeptical, teased, "You don't have to lie to me."

Your laughter filled the room. "I'm not lying! I was expecting much worse for a guy living alone." Your lighthearted comment elicited a chuckle from Haechan, getting rid of any lingering tension.

Looking around the compact space, you ask, "So, what do you want to do?"

"I was promised a kiss," Haechan said with a mischievous smirk.

Your laughter continued, but before you could respond, you felt his hand gently cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. This wasn't like the previous one in the cafeteria; it was more intense, and filled with passion.

As the kiss deepened, Haechan guided you backward until the back of your knees met his bed, causing you to gently fall onto it. Yet, he didn't break the kiss, instead, he adjusted his position to hover over you. Placing his knee between your legs, he elicited a soft moan from you. The sound only fueled Haechan's desire, and he broke the kiss momentarily, his gaze locking onto yours.

"You sound so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes fulled with desire. His fingers delicately traced the curve of your jawline, leaving a trail of electrifying sensations.

The air was charged with a blend of desire and anticipation as Haechan, deepening the kiss and found a comfortable position on top of you.

His hands, warm and assertive, traced subtle patterns along your sides, sending shivers down your spine. The small apartment seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you entangled in the intoxicating rhythm of the kiss.

As the kiss continued to deepen, Haechan's movements became more deliberate. He pressed himself against you, and the warmth of his body radiated through the layers of clothing, intensifying the sensations.

The noisy world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the echo of shared breaths and the subtle noise of hearts beating together.

Breaking away from the kiss, Haechan's eyes held an unspoken question, seeking affirmation in the depths of your gaze. Without uttering a word, you nodded, granting permission.

Haechan's lips traced a path from your mouth, leaving a trail of lingering kisses along your jawline and down your neck. Each touch sent shivers through your body, awakening a heightened awareness of the closeness between you.

As Haechan's fingers delicately traced patterns on your skin, he whispered “God I can’t get enough of you”. 

“I need you inside of me right now” You moaned as he started to take your shirt off.

Your words seemed to ignite something in Haechan, his eyes darkening with desire. He gently removed your shirt, his touch making your skin tingle.

You felt Haechan’s warm breath against your skin as he buried his face in your breasts. The sensation of his lips approaching your skin caused you to gasp, and the sound fueled his desire. As his lips made contact with your nipple, you felt a wave of pleasure run through you.

“God, Haechan”

His lips found yours once again. The pleasure of his lips on yours left you intoxicated.The feeling of the soft sheets against your bare skin and the warmth of Haechan’s body made you feel safe, yet vulnerable. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his lips take your nipple in his mouth yet again, and the pleasure and excitement was overwhelming. The intensity of the sensations had left you without words, and you felt yourself wanting to scream with pleasure.

“G-God”

The moan that escaped from your lips seemed to ignite something in Haechan, and he moved his mouth to your other breast, leaving a trail of hot kisses. Each one caused you to gasp with pleasure and your hands explored the his back from under his shirt. The pleasure and excitement was too much, and you needed him inside you, but he kept teasing you in different ways.

When he finally moved to kiss you again, his hands gently moved down your body to rest on your waist. He seemed to be asking if it was okay to continue, and you nodded, silent. His hands moved to take off your pants, and you felt your heart start to race. 

His touch was gentle and soft, and his lips were warm against your skin, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against you. The feeling of his skin against yours was intoxicating. As his hands kept tracing patterns across your skin. As his lips reached your thighs, you moaned with pleasure, begging for more

"Please..." you moaned, "I need you inside me."

Haechan looked up and gave you a mischievous grin, and his body tensed for a moment before he moved to undress himself. His movements left you breathless, and you stared at him as he removed his pants. The light of the room glinted off of his skin, and you felt your body start to quiver with anticipation.

His eyes seemed to penetrate you as he looked at you, as if he could see things you didn't want anyone to know about. There was a moment of silence as the two of you stared at each other, before he moved over you and hovered on top of you. The moment was perfect, the way his body molded to yours.

His lips found yours once again, and the kiss started off soft but eventually deepened. The intensity of the moment was something you had never experienced before, and your body felt on fire as his hands explored your skin. As his fingers traced patterns on your skin, you felt more and more aroused, and you moaned with pleasure as his fingers moved down across your sensitive skin to your underwear.

As you felt his fingers graze across your most sensitive parts, you gasped with pleasure, and Haechan smiled

“you’re hands please, i just need something inside of me” you begged.

Haechan smirked as he continued to tease you over your underwear. “then we have to get rid of these”

He slowly removed them before stuffing them into his nightstand.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as Haechan's fingers continued to tease you over your underwear. Your body throbbed with need, and you couldn't help but beg for more. The anticipation was driving you wild, and you craved the touch of his hands inside of you.

"Please, Haechan," you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. "I need you inside me."

Haechan's smirk widened, his eyes darkening with desire. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, reveling in every moment of your vulnerability. Without a word, he slowly removed your underwear and discarded it into the nightstand.

The cool air caressed your exposed flesh, making you shudder in anticipation. Haechan positioned himself between your thighs, his gaze intense and hungry. You could feel the heat radiating off his body as he hovered over you, his breath mingling with yours.

His lips crashed onto yours once again, this time with an even fiercer hunger. The kiss was bruising, and passionate, as if he wanted to consume every ounce of your being. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Every touch sent electric shocks through you, heightening your desire.

But Haechan was not one to rush. He knew the power of anticipation. His fingers danced along the curves of your thighs. You squirmed beneath his touch, unable to suppress the moans that escaped your lips.

"Patience," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with a raw sensuality that made your heart race. "I want to savor every moment."

His words only fueled the fire within you, igniting a primal need that consumed your thoughts. You could no longer wait, your body aching and yearning for release. With desperate boldness, you reached for him and pulled him closer. Haechan's eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and desire as you guided his hand to where you needed him most.

Without hesitation, his fingers slipped between your slick folds, finding your throbbing core. His touch was electrifying, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. You arched your back, giving him better access as he explored every inch of you, driving you to the edge.

As his fingers moved in delicious circles, your moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of his breathless whispers in your ear. It was as if time had stopped, leaving only the two of you.

Haechan's lips found yours once again, muffling the cry that escaped from deep within you as he brushed against your most sensitive spot. Your body shook with pleasure.

Every stroke sent shockwaves coursing through your body, building the pleasure to an unbearable peak. Your hips instinctively rose to meet his ministrations, wanting to feel even closer to him. The room seemed to spin as you felt your orgasm start to wash over you.

Haechan's fingers quickened their pace, pushing you further. With a sudden burst of overwhelming pleasure, your climax finally crashed over you. Your body shuddered beneath Haechan's touch as waves of intense bliss radiated from your core. It was an explosion of ecstasy that left.

As you finally started to get all your senses back you quickly reached out to Haechan. "Let me make you feel good too"

Haechan's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he chuckled nervously, avoiding your gaze. "I-I get pleasure just from giving you pleasure," he stuttered.

The corners of your lips turned up in a sly smile as you teasingly asked, "Did you cum in your pants?"

In response, Haechan groaned and buried his face on your neck. "You just sounded so beautiful, I couldn't resist," he admitted shamefully.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of desire and amusement at his confession. Pulling away from him, you leaned into captured his lips with yours. "That's incredibly hot," you muttered against his mouth before breaking into a giggle.

"Alright," you said with a mischievous glint in your eye, "let's get cleaned up...and maybe we can find a way to get out of those pants too."

In the morning, you felt the warmth of hands around your body. With a content smile, you turned around to find Haechan already awake, looking at you. "Good morning, beautiful."

"How long have you been awake?" you inquired.

"Not too long, I didn't want to wake you up" he replied.

Leaning in to plant a morning kiss on Haechan's lips, you were halted midway. "I messed up," he confessed.

Shocked, you asked, "What do you mean?"

"I slept with my only friend," he admitted.

A chuckle escaped you. "Well, if you play your cards right, you might end up with a girlfriend instead."

He chuckled at your response, pulling you in for another kiss

As the soft morning light streamed through the curtains, the intimacy between you and Haechan deepened. The laughter from the lighthearted exchange lingered as he pressed his lips against yours.

Breaking the kiss, Haechan looked into your eyes with a mix of affection and sincerity. "I'm serious, though. I don't want this to change things between us."

You traced your fingers gently along his cheek, reassuringly. "Haechan, it doesn't change anything. We both have our pasts, and what matters is what we have now."

A grateful smile played on his lips as he held you close, appreciating the comfort of the moment. "You're amazing, you know that?"

The tenderness in his words made your heart flutter. "You're not too bad yourself," you teased, your fingers intertwining with his.

Your mother has noticed a change in your demeanor, catching glimpses of smiles and laughter while you were on your phone. Initially, you tried to dismiss it, claiming it was just conversations with friends, but the façade crumbled when your mother overheard you on a Facetime call, and she didn't recognize the voice. Peeking into your room she also didn’t notice the face on the screen.

Now, you found yourself anxiously anticipating how your parents would react to meeting Haechan for the first time. Your mother insisted on the introduction, pointing out that you had never appeared as happy with your previous partners. Which you had to give it to her, it was true. 

While you were confident your mother would adore Haechan, your concern was with your father. He was often distant, engrossed in his role as the owner of a major technology company. His strict views on your relationships were rooted in a desire to maintain a family business, yet he doubted your ability to contribute to it.

Hoping your father would be too occupied to attend dinner wasn't far-fetched, he frequently skipped family gatherings. However, your mother's pleas for him to take a rare evening off for his "precious" daughter won him over.

When you first brought it up with Haechan he was terrified. Always saying he was too busy to meet them.

But you finally caught him. He was complaining that he hasn't seen you in some time and that he misses you. So you asked if he was free later. Implying something sexual so he would change his plans if he needed to. When he took the bait and said he would be free all weekend, you told him to get ready to meet your parents. 

As the doorbell rang, you rushed to answer it before anyone else could. "You look so handsome," you cooed, admiring Haechan in a suit that, while not perfectly fitted, he still made it look good.

Haechan, in turn, was taken aback by your appearance. Clad in a baby pink puffy spring dress with pearl accessories, you radiated elegance. The elaborate outfit was your response to your father's decision to turn a family dinner into a business-oriented event.

Warned in advance, Haechan contemplated rescheduling, but your disappointment look and tears swayed him. 

"I can't do this," he admitted.

"Yes, you can. It's okay," you reassured him, leading him toward the dining room.

As the evening unfolded, Haechan appeared more nervous than usual. Sensing his discomfort, you offered solace by whispering in his ear, "We can go to my room after we finish dinner." This seemed to ease his tension, evident in the subtle relaxation of his shoulders.

Upon entering the dining room, you wore a big smile, catching your mother's approving gaze. "Ah, this must be Haechan! I've heard great things about you," she greeted warmly.

"I've heard a lot about you too, Ms. [Last Name]," Haechan replied.

The initial interactions went smoothly. Haechan answered a few questions from your mother, and the room dissolved into various conversations. However, your father remained engrossed in discussions with his employees, seemingly oblivious to Haechan's presence.

Sensing Haechan's ongoing nervousness, you discreetly held his hand under the table. "You're doing amazing, we can sneak out soon."

As if on cue, your father redirected his attention to Haechan, acknowledging his presence. "How rude of me! I haven't even spoken to my daughter's new boyfriend," he announced. "So, what is it your parents do for a living?"

Haechan hesitated before revealing, "Well, they don't do much anymore. I work at a convenience store to pay for my apartment."

Your father raised an eyebrow. "Already working for yourself, impressive. Do you do anything else in your free time?"

Releasing the breath of air you were holding in, you smile. This was a small victory, your father rarely asked the guys you brought over questions. Not even caring for your friends. Remembering the time Jeno once threw up in your bathroom from how your father kept ignoring him. 

"My father taught me how to code when I was younger," Haechan disclosed.

"That's impressive," your father acknowledged, swirling his wine before taking a sip. "What's your surname? You look familiar."

Haechan gulped before confessing, "Lee."

A collective widening of eyes among your father's employees followed, and your father smirked. "I knew you looked familiar, Lee Donghyuck."

Confusion furrowed your eyebrows. You expected Haechan to correct your father, but instead, he flinched and looked at you.

"I'm guessing you lied to my daughter?" your father quipped. "What was the name you came up with again? Haechan."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and to salvage any remaining dignity, you stood up and hurriedly left the room.

Your mother exchanged a glance with Haechan before whispering something to him. He excused himself from the table and followed you.

You slammed the door shut, intending to cry alone. However, Haechan entered the room moments later.

"Please let me explain first," Haechan begged, attempting to pull you in an embrace, but you resisted.

"What is there to explain? Have you been lying to me this whole time?"

"No, God, no! Yes, my name is Donghyuck.. Haechan is just a nickname," he clarified. "My dad worked at your father's company, coding for years until he was fired. They wanted someone younger."

He gently held your face in his hands, "At first, I hated you. But when I saw you tearing up and running to the  janitor's closet, it made my heart hurt, so I had to follow you."

"I told you my name was Haechan because that's what I go by in school. I wouldn't have gotten the scholarship if they knew who I was related to. Your father basically runs this town! I had to!"

"I swear I was going to tell you, but then I started developing feelings for you. I couldn't risk it! This is the best thing to ever happen to me, you're the best thing to ever happen to me!"

As you stood there, emotions swirling within you, you listened to Haechan's explanation. His vulnerability and genuine regret were evident in every word.

A mixture of anger, confusion, and empathy danced on the surface of your emotions. "Haechan, why didn't you trust me enough to tell me the truth?" you asked, your voice a blend of hurt and frustration.

his eyes pleading for understanding. "I wanted to, but the fear of losing you, or jeopardizing everything we had, it paralyzed me. I never meant to lie to you. I just didn't know how to tell you."

You took a deep breath, attempting to collect your thoughts. The truth was a bitter pill to swallow, but his honesty and the vulnerability in his eyes struck a chord. "You should have trusted me, Haechan. Relationships are built on trust, not on secrets and lies."

He nodded, remorse written across his features. "I know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, and I understand if you can't forgive me."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of everything hanging in the air. You finally spoke, "I need time to process this. It's not just about the lie but the fact that you felt you had to hide something from me. Trust is something we'll need to work on."

Haechan nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of regret and determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right, even if it takes time.”

“I love you, and I'll always be honest with you from now on," he promised, enfolding you in a tight embrace.

Your body resisted at first, still in shock of everything that just happened, but you eventually gave in, wrapping your arms around him. The familiar scent of his cologne and the warmth of his embrace made you realize how much you loved him despite the lies. 

You looked him in his eyes, studying his face before slowly letting your body finally connect your lips to his. 

Haechan’s kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly grew in intensity as the passion between the two of you grew. You felt his hands on your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.

Despite the initial shock and hurt, you found yourself unable to resist Haechan’s touch, his lips, the way he made you feel. You knew trust would take time to build, but right now, you couldn't resist the heat between the two of you.

Haechan’s hands moved up to your hair, tangling in the strands as he deepened the kiss even further. “Donghyuck” You moaned softly, unable to control the pleasure that coursed through you.

“I love the way you moan my name” he growled

As the kiss came to an end, you were both left breathless, panting from the intensity of the moment. You looked up into Donghyuck’s eyes, seeing the love and desire there, and you couldn't help but smile. “I love you so much” he whispered

"I love you too,"

Your eyes met his and your lips curved into a smile. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asked

"For loving me enough to tell me the truth," you responded.

“I will never hurt you again”

You stared silently, soaking in his presence, and a moment later, a small smile stretched across your lips. Donghyuck pulled you in for another heated kiss causing you to let out a small moan before pulling away slightly. 

“You promise?” voice still shaky from the kiss.

Donghyuck grinned, his hands moved to your waist. There was a brief moment of discomfort as he lifted you onto your bed, but your objection was quickly silenced once you regained your balance.

You couldn't help but giggle at the boyish grin on Donghyck’s face as he looked at you from between your legs.

“I promise” he spoke as his hands traced the edges of your panties underneath your dress, teasing you and leaving you desperate for more.

A mischievous grin spread across Donghyuck’s face as he slowly began to slide your panties down, revealing more and more of your skin. You bit your lip, enjoying the sensation as he removed the final bit of fabric.

Donghyuck’s hands quickly moved to hook your legs around his waist, and you felt his fingers move towards your wet core. He teased you for a few minutes before moving his fingers up your slit, one finger brushing against your clit.

You moaned softly, biting your lip as you tried to keep yourself from making too much noise. You couldn’t help yourself though, the sensation overwhelming you as he began to circle your clit.

The sensation was so intense you couldn’t help but squirm beneath Donghyuck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses up your clothed stomach. His fingers slowed and he looked up at you. “Shh…” he whispered, lowering his head to your chest, kissing your exposed skin as you tried to regain control of yourself.

For a few moments you could barely breathe, light kisses upon your skin driving you wild. You could feel his cock pressed against your leg, and could tell it was straining against his pants. 

“You are so gorgeous,” Donghyuck spoke softly as he moved up your body. His lips pressed against yours, his fingers teasing your clit as he moved his hand away.

Your lips were breathing heavily against his, your hips bucked as you felt him tease your clit again. You began to breathe hard, hot breaths gusting between your lips and his. "I love you” he repeated as his lips moved to your neck. He bit your neck, his lips sucking just hard enough to leave a mark.

You moaned softly as you moved your hands to his pants, fumbling with the button before pulling them and his underwear down so he could step out of them.

You felt his cock pressed against your skin, and you couldn’t help but reach out for it. You could feel his shaft pulsating against your hand as you stroked it.

Donghyuck let out a small grunt, his hips bucking into your hand as you teased the head of his cock. “goddamn” he moaned as you pulled him closer.

“I want you inside me. You could feel his shaft twitch in your hand as you said the words, your fingers tightening around the shaft as you moved to stand in front of him.

You pulled your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor as you reached behind your back to unclasp your bra. The garment fell to the ground, your breasts exposed to Donghyuck’s hungry gaze.

Donghyuck reached up, taking your breasts in his hands. He gently laid you back on the bed, his hands moving from your breasts to your hips. 

You waited with heavy breaths as he finished stripping down, your eyes eagerly scanning his chest and abdomen. Reaching for his cock again eager for him to be inside you. 

Donghyuck quickly shifted his hips, slowly sliding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he slowly filled you up. He began thrusting slowly, his thrusts growing stronger and deeper.

He moaned loudly as he thrusts inside you, letting you slowly push against him. His thrusts were desperate.

As he felt his climax coming he reached down to grab your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The connection between you intensified, your bodies moving in perfect sync. It was a dance of pleasure and desire, each movement bringing you closer to that sweet release.

As his thrusts became more urgent, his hips snapped against yours with a hunger that matched your own. The room filled with your moans and the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together. Time seemed to blur as the world around you vanished.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving red trails as he drove deeper into you. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, dragging you deeper into the abyss of ecstasy.

Donghyuck's breath grew ragged against your ear as he moved faster, chasing his climax with fervor. His grip on your hand tightened, his body trembling with anticipation.

You arched your back as you felt yourself approach climax, your hands gripping the sheets as you sought more friction. Donghyuck’s pace quickened, his cock sliding in and out of you as you felt your orgasm approach.

Your body tensed as you came closer and closer. You cried out, moaning his name as he kissed you. “Donghyuck!”

Donghyuck’s thrusts grew more and more erratic. He began to let out a series of moans as he continued to thrust. He groaned loudly, your walls tightening around his cock as he continued to thrust. You could feel his cock twitch as he came, his cum filling you up.

Donghyuck’s cock slid out of you as the two of you came down from your orgasm. You curled up against him, his arms wrapping around you as you kissed him. 

“I love you too.” you whispered, kissing his lips softly. You rested your head against his chest, and for the first time in a long time, you fell asleep without any worries.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Donghyuck stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He blinked sleepily and focused on the beautiful sight in front of him--your peaceful face, bathed in gentle morning light.

As he realized your arm was still snugly wrapped around him, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The night before had been filled with whispers, laughter, and tender kisses shared between you both. And in this quiet moment, as the world outside continued to awaken, Donghyuck felt an overwhelming sense of contentment.

Leaning in closer, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. His touch was feather-light, melting away any lingering traces of sleep from your mind. You stirred slightly, a drowsy smile playing on your lips as you looked up at him.

"Mmm, good morning," you murmured, your voice filled with warmth and affection.

"Good morning," Donghyuck replied, his voice low and husky.

His fingers gently traced the contours of your face, his touch so tender it sent shivers down your spine. As you peered into his eyes, you could see the love that radiated from within him. It was in those moments when the world was still and quiet, that you truly understood the depth of his affections. Donghyuck was not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but in these stolen moments, he bared his soul to you.

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Perfect Isn’t Enough

Yandere popular girl x loner reader

Seraphina Laurent is perfect. Everyone knows it.

Top of the class. Flawless beauty. The kind of girl who doesn’t just exist in school—she owns it. People orbit around her, desperate for a glance, a touch, a second of her time. She gives it in careful, calculated doses, just enough to keep them hooked.

But you don’t care.

And that makes you a problem.

You don’t stare when she walks into a room. You don’t scramble to impress her. When she speaks to you—soft, honey-sweet—you barely glance up, answering with as few words as possible.

At first, she thought it was ignorance. Maybe you were too much of a loner, too detached, too apathetic to understand who she was. So she tried again. A passing compliment, a light touch on your arm, a lingering glance. Subtle things, meant to pull you in.

You didn’t bite.

Her friends told her to let it go. "They're just weird. Who cares?"

But Seraphina does care.

Because no one ignores her.

So she watches you. And the more she watches, the worse it gets.

She notices things. How you always sit by the window, head tilted slightly, lost in thought. How you move through the halls like you don’t need anyone. How your eyes—sharp, steady, and utterly unimpressed—sometimes flick to her, like you know.

And then she realizes.

You saw through her.

Not Seraphina Laurent, the perfect, adored girl. But the real her. The cracks beneath the mask. The way her smile tightens when things don’t go her way. The flicker of calculation in her eyes.

You know.

And you don’t care.

That’s just not acceptable.

She starts small. A missing book. A rumor whispered in the right ear. A teacher suddenly docking your grade, unfairly so. Just enough to see if she can make you react.

Nothing.

And that’s when she realizes—this isn’t enough.

You won’t come to her willingly. So she’ll just have to drag you in.

The school is quiet when she finds you alone.

You’re in the library, the dim glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows as you flip through a book. You don’t react when she pulls out the chair across from you, don’t even look up.

This is just pissing her off.

"You’re avoiding me."

You sigh. Close your book. "I don’t think about you enough to avoid you."

A lie.

Her lips curve. "Don’t you?"

Your gaze finally lifts to hers. Tired. Bored. But there’s something else there, too—something that makes her fingers twitch in her lap.

Amusement.

The realization makes her stomach twist.

You think this is funny. HOW DARE YOU—

"You don’t like me," she muses, tilting her head.

"Not particularly."

She hums. "That’s fine. I don’t need you to like me."

That amusement in your eyes deepens. You lean back in your chair, stretching lazily, like this is all some minor inconvenience to you. "Then what do you need, Seraphina?"

Something about the way you say her name makes her shiver.

She leans in slightly, eyes narrowing. "I want your attention."

You blink. Then, to her horror, you laugh.

"God, you really are desperate, huh?"

She stiffens.

You rest your chin on your hand, studying her like she’s the entertainment. "All that popularity, all those people falling over themselves for you, and you’re still this pressed over me?"

"The weird loner, who's always quiet and never interact with anyone? The person who never bother to socialize?"

Her nails dig into her palm. "You don’t understand."

"No, I do," you say, grinning now. "And that’s what’s funny."

She hates this. Hates the way you look at her—not with fear, not with awe, but with pity.

But somehow it made her close and rub her thighs together

But that’s okay.

Because she’ll wipe that smirk off your face soon enough.

She rises from her seat, smoothing down her skirt, forcing a pleasant smile. "You’ll come around."

Your grin widens. "Oh? Is that a threat or a promise?"

Seraphina leans down slightly, just close enough that her voice is a whisper against your skin.

"It’s inevitable."

And then she walks away.

Not because she’s given up.

But because she’s already won.

This is so buns 🙏😔

[yunazxxx]

BUT I’M SO OBSESSED WITH YOU — L.R

plot is kind of based off of fear street 78’

genre? : smut, with a murder and obsession plot

now playing : I’m so crazy for youuu </3 by rebzyyx

this content contains the following : obsessive, possessive, psychotic!lara (obviously), killing mention, kind of cheating but not so much?, kinda angst, smut warning, blood mention, g!p lara, heavy etc warning.

author chats?: okay don’t look at me like that.. i have other fics to finish but!! i lit rewatched this movie a while ago and wanted to make this so badly like <///3 so here we are. — certain parts of this is corny as SHITTTTTTT. but i’m not rewriting this for a while. — daniela is cindy… (im sorry but nor sorry…)

previous katseye works

word count? : 4.0k

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the day began as normal as you'd expect a day at camp to go, you decided to go on a walk along the campsite, talking with your friends.

while they walked along the trail, lara and daniela (in place of cindy) came from the dining hall and were talking about god knows what.

you didn't bother to pay them any mind, or well “them" as a whole, but you would sometimes pay lara a little mind.

but of course, it wouldn't be anything more than just the basic student and counselor relationship. they got along fairly well, like she did with all of the campers.

today just, felt, different though. it was like the atmosphere was off, in all honesty it felt like something was bound to happen.

you continued on walking though, and your friends disbursed into their own cabins while you walked to yours.

you heaved a heavy sigh before sitting on your bed, and lying back first. you would run your fingers through your hair, and and close your eyes.

you couldn't really change where your mind was going, in fact, you were only thinking about, lara? it felt weird, to say the complete least. you weren’t so cool with daniela, but you two also weren't on the worst terms.

you could really only sigh, if it wasn't the issue that they had with being camper and counselor, then it was definitely the relationship.

you always tried your best to just hide it but almost always having to be around her made you fall in love with her more, but were you to blame?

i mean, she was innocent, caring, really loving and kind. if you were to be honest with everyone, including yourself, you would get jealous seeing daniela and her hold hands as often as they did.

yeah, she wasn't yours, not yet at least, but to see her with another girl, fuck you hated it so much. you would sometimes would end up stumbling across her and dani while they kissed, but you would walk off and pretend like nothing happened.

they never knew though, they didn't ever mention it. you would always end up punching a wall though, never being able to come up to lara and tell her how you really felt.

you was easily caught up in your thoughts of lara, not hearing the door being knocked on. the quiet knocking quickly became louder and snapped the girl out of it.

you got off of your bed and opened the door, and speak of the fucking devil, "heyy! we missed you today in the dining hall, what happened?" lara asked you.

you had an insane impulse to just pull her into a kiss, but she was also holding direct eye contact which would've made it much more enjoyable —

but to say what didn't need to be said was that you didn't go through with kissing her but instead came up with some random excuse as to why.

and she, of course, bought it because, why would she not? you mentioned having an upset stomach, so she offered to go and get you some medicine and you gladly accepted.

something that was an important mention was that you loved seeing her run, but it was more than just loving her form but you genuinely enjoyed watching her run, you found it attractive, for some reason.

not long later she did return with the medicine, also with a few other items for you. she took some of the medicine while she demonstrated how to use it, and would also give you some water.

you would, of course, thank lara and she would get up to leave, and you let her go but it seemed once the door closed you were completely losing your mind.

you wanted, no, needed lara as yours. you swore to do everything in your power to make that possible and finally have what you deserved, or felt you did.

but it wasn't like a normal crush, one you’ve already gone through the getting to know them, already gone through the getting closer phase, basically every single phase that was required, you and lara had already done it.

but it wasn't like she could be alone with you for more than two minutes because why would a counselor need more than that much time with a student alone, so you really never had the chance to ever catch her because if she wasn't attending to her duties around the capmus, then her bitch of a girlfriend daniela had her and her attention.

you never could wrap your head around what lara saw in the latina, she was so, prissy, it was annoying. they weren't really anything alike, so how they made thngs work was beyond you, but you also didn't really give a flying fuck bevause you were going to make lara yours however you really had to.

it was't like the signs weren't there, it was obvious she felt the same, the way she would smile at you, the way she would talk to you, the way she would teat you and help you, how gentle she was with you.

she was as gentle as one would be with a fresh wet painting, it made you feel special but you always knew that she was just like that. as previously stated, she was a soft kind girl.

she was the innocent, "lara raj" after all. she was the heartthrob amongst the camp. and daniela fucking avanzini was the girl to get her first.

if we were to be honest, and let the reader be honest with herself for once, she didn't really care as heavily at first because she was a taken woman after all and she respected daniela at the time, and same for lara, so she wouldnt even graze the thought of doing such a thing.

but it just seemed one day, things weren't really the same, she would watch daniela and the same feeling of respect for her superior and admiration turned to straight jealousy and envy. she hated daniela, wanted her gone to be honest. but, "gone" is the nicest thing we could say she wanted to happen to the blonde.

but in somewhat of a cliche fashion, you found yourself alone with lara. something that was decently normal between the two was that they may run into each other randomly during the day and you would come up with any excuse in the book why you might need lara to stay there for a small while longer but somene would either walk in or you would freeze up so badly that you was unable to speak or even form words together to let lara know you liked her.

the second you would get close to her, your heartbeat and breathing would pick up, something you can always recall was when she helped wake you back up with cpr after you passed out.

the world felt like it was slowing down when you opened your eyes, seeing her looking at you with that same worried expression that she has now.

"y/n?" she said, throwing you out of your daze, "what's going on? why are you in here?" the indian woman asked, her eyebrow raising. your eyes quickly scanned over her, her outift and her entire demeanor, feeling your brain cloud while you felt weaker in your knees by the second. "oh, nothing jus uhh.." your eyes began to dart across the room, trying to find something to say to evade the conversation but once you finally looked back at lara, her brown orbs were looking back into yours.

but no words were spoken, the room fell completely silent. you silently hoped that someone would walk in and ruin this slightly awkward vibe but no one came to your rescue. lara looked away from you for a second, but looked back at you. she broke the silence, once gain asking why you were here and you told the truth. you didn't really have a reason to be inside of that room with her but they always had the most privacy there compared to anywhere else.

something in your head kept yelling, telling you to tell him now before it was "too late" whatever that meant. "lara?" you called for her, and she looked at you, "yea?" she asked, and you took a slow breath. she looked at you , and she placed her hand on yours.

you looked down at your hands, then back up at her, and her eyes were softy looking into yours and she nodded to you, reassuring you that it was okay to speak, and that you did. "i don't know how i can say this, it's hard." you said, your eyes quickly looking away from the black haired woman in front of you.

"take a breath, take your time", she smiled to you, “we have all the time in world" she said, her voice finishing off so gently. you could feel yourself melting to her touch and voice, but you knew you had to say something. "uhm. okay, see, i like you" you said, but as you finished your sentence your voice got lower to the point lara couldn't hear you.

"what was that?" she softly asked, her head tilting down with hers. she used her free hand to lift your head up to look at her.

“you can say it" she smled, god she looks so stupid. you looked into her eyes, "i like you, like i'm in love with you" you said, but quickly your speech picked up, "but i know it's wrong, you're already in a relationship and you're a consoler while i’m a camper, and you have-" she cut you off, kissing you.

her hand cupped your cheek, as their eyes closed at the same time, their lips slowly moving in sync. after a small while, they broke apart, "lara..” you exhaled against her lips after the kiss broke, and she smiled, "yes?" she answered. you were in pure shock, not being able to process what happened.

"i like you too, you know?" she said it, but so casually. "what?" you couldn't register anyhting that was happening. "wait, you like me?" she was just, surprised.

“yes! god, i could never tell you because of the slight worry you didn't feel the same" she said, keeping that same stupid smile on her face. they decided to say the magic words, "lara will you be my girlfriend?", "as long as you'll be my girlfriend" you just smiled, basking in this moment with lara.

it wasn't like something was off either, not like this was a dare or a prank to be played on you, she was being genuine. you sighed, finally feeling at peace to get that off of your chest. lara saw how late it was, knowing you should've been asleep a long time ago, so after they bided their goodbyes she went to hers and daniela’s shared dorm/cabin.

she locked the door, seeing the she was sleeping peacefully, something in her kept saying “don't have to do it, you shouldnt do it. it isn't worth it.” but it is. she walked her way to her bags, grabbing something sharp, specifically a knife with a blade of 12 inches.

the more closer she got to actally doing it, her brain screamed louder not to, but she didn't care. you see, somethig about lara is that she was definetly a character. she never really was what everyone would describe her as. of course, that was the facade she began to go by but the real lara raj wasn't all much of a saint, she didn't have good history with certain things, daniela being one of them but due to them having that dumbass "perfect couple" title, she ws forced to keep up the soft girl look, or “girl next door”.

the more she thought about how she had to hide the way he actual was and felt ever since they gaind that title, she would get more and more mad now standing over daniela, gripping the handle tighter than before. she raied the blade over her head, planning how she’s gonna through with this but deciding that this would be too messy.

so she carefull draged the sleeping girl into the bathroom, placing her in the bathtub, "damn, heavy sleeper huh?" she said, and chuckle to herself. this wasn't such a lara thing though, for one she would barely ever swear, two cause harm to someone, again she was known as someone who couldn't even harm a fly.

she held the knife again, this time pulling daniela’s face back and lining the blade with her throat. she had the knives pre sharpened before any of this, she didn't care how she had to do it, she was getting with y/n (you).

the girl didn't need any prep, and lined the blade back up, pressing her hand against her mouth as tightly as she physically could as she sliced the blade across her throat. the blood began to slowly fall down, but she did it again to ensure she was dead.

she then stabbed the blade into daniela’s throat before dragging it down through her chest, watching as the blonde woman’s blood began to stain the pajamas and their bathtub.

the redhead only continued, practically mutilating the sleeping woman’s body before coming to her senses and moved her hand off of her, looking at her handy work and smiling to herself, loving how she looked all bloodied up. she smiled watching the blood spill from her neck and the huge gash in her body, but would soon get bored of it, she would stab the knife directly into the other side of her chest, and went to wash her hands.

she changed her clothes, and went to sleep that night like nothing ever happened, which would be the case for so many days. she would live her life like nothing, ever happened, anytime someone would ask about daniela and/or her where abouts she’d would lie and say she went home early or whatever.

and what makes it better is that she got away with it for so long, she was successful until the smell began to stink up her room, she couldnt even be in there, she went to the bathroom and noticed that her body began decaying in the bathtub.

and so she decided that same night she would hide her body, she went and grabbed some bags along with rope and a shovel. it was dark out, meaning she'd need a flashlight, which always, never works out for anyone trying to get rid of a body this late.

she would contiue her stroll to the storage room, and walked inside in seach for a flashlight, which she'd find along with getting a heart attack from you randomly appearing behind her. she slightly jumped but didn't scream, "why are you in here?" she first asked, "how are you in here?" she asked another question to follow and you answered her.

"door was slightly cracked and when i walked past your room, it had a really bad scent to it" you said, hinting at the obvious stench of rotting flesh that filled her place of residence. you would just look at her, while she just looked back at you.

she sighed, "let's just say something got into my room and rotted before i was able to realize" she said, but you already knew what that something might be. it had been days since anyone had last seen daniela, and you, yourself hasn't done ayting to her so she knew it was lara’s doing but instead of it scaring you, or running you away, you instead wanted her so much more now.

"let me help get rid of it" you said, but lara shook her head, "no i don't think you should get involved" she said, grabbing the things that were needed before making her way to the door. and doing everything but listening to lara, you followed behind her and began to rapidly ask to be with her while she gets rid of the body.

it didn't take much longer before she gave in and allowed you to go along with her. she laid the body on the gound, slaminng it down due to how heavy it was and began removing the teeth fom the body. "why do you have to take her teeth out, eugh" you asked while turning away, gagging at the sight. “dental records, baby" she replied and then began to dig a shallow grave for her.

"how did you, do it?" you asked while they walked off, did you really care though? to say the least, no. but there was something about seeing her a sweaty mess while carrying the shovel while you two walked back that just made you feel insane.

"a simple slice to the throat, nothing too extravagant." she said casually, but was lying. your mouth was agape, “you slit her throat?" you asked, and she nodded.

you couldn't believe that lara, the camp’s virgin innocent princess, would murder someone, especially so off rip.

her modus operandi? love, what else would it had been? you were genuinely unable to wrap you head around the fact that she chose such an executon style, it was, attractive to you, for some reason. you loved that she killed for you, that she got rid of the bitch that you hated so much.

they didn't stop at the storage cloet to put away the stuff, instead they just took it wih them inside of lara’s place. she left all of her windows open to hopefully be rid of the stench that has now taken over her entier home.

she walked inside first, alerting you of the smell before opening the door and she went straight to the bathrom and began cleaning it.

she didn't use a lot of bleach, the smell was really obvious and intoxicationg so lara decided to use other other things to ensure evey last blood stain was cleaned.

it went as well as you'd expect any cleain proces to go, she even drained her of majority of her blood before she began to decay just incase the blood became an issue.

after she finshed cleaning the blood, she when and grabbed her a pair of clean clothes to wear and anything she’s worn in between the day daniela died until now were all getting burned.

while she was getting cleaned up, you was feeling a little silly and decided to go inside of the shower with her. she didn't hear your footsteps but felt when you got inside of the shower with her.

you didn’t move or do anything but instead stood there, partially hoping she didn't notice you but secretly hoping she did. she continued to shower like it was nothing though, but when she turned around to face you, she didn't see your face automatically and instead saw your head.

"darlin, look, my eyes are up here" she said and your eyes followed along her body, noticing her defined abs and just how hot she looked with wet hair. she held the back of your head and pulled you into a kiss, really there was no need for words, the tension was so thick it made it all so obvious.

you couldnt help but get so turned on during this kiss, you were already in love with the way her lips would move against hers, how soft but passionate she was with it, god it all drove you so crazy. you would moan into the kiss, and start pressing your wet naked body against hers, feeling her semi-hard cock against your clit.

lara broke apart from the kiss, you whining at the loss of contact but was quickly met with something better. she asked you to open your legs a bit, sliding her cock between your thighs. she held your hips and slowly thrusted her hips, you moaned lowly, you both held eye contact while she sped her hips up.

the sound of your skin slapping against each other filled the room, the water spilled down your bodies. her grip on your waist got stronger while she sped up, causing her to whimper a little while your moans quickly picked up.

the need for each other grew more and more by the second, so you both agreed fuck the shower and she brought you to her bed.

she laid you down on the bed, and began attacking and kissing at your neck. she left nice hickeys on you, your hands traveled down her body and you reached for her cock, lining her up with your entrance. she slowly pushed herself inside of you, she filled you up so slowly but fuck she had length on her.

she dragged her cock out of your cunt, before slamming back inside, she held your hips down and proceeded to slam down inside of you.

she fixed herself, sitting up completly and held your hips and began fucking into you. your moans picked back up, you were much louder than before. she kept with this pace, not speeding up but not slowing down either. she moved her hands along your body and contied thrusting inside of you, her hand stopped at your neck while she gently choked you.

the indian use used her free hand to began rubbing your clit while she thrusted. she changed their positions, now she was under you and lowering you down on her cock.

she slid back inside with ease, and grounded her feet on the bed before thrusting into your cunt. her hands began grabbing at your breast and playing with them, taking the other into her mouth.

"mmth fuck~ cumming" you moaned and unravels on her shaft, your cum coating her cock completely causing making it easier for her to slide in and out.

her cock began to twitch inside your warm cunt, the sound of your moans echoing throughout, along with her own and your wet skin hitting each other. due to the grip you had on her cock, she didn't care for anything.

she threw you back under her and forced all of herself inside of her, she put both of her hands on your neck and continued with a brutal pace, the need for each other continued to grow more by the second.

she watched as you slowly began to gasp for air, then she let go, focusing her hands elsewhere while you came once again.

she chuckled at the scene under her, seeing how much of mess you were but loving how pretty you looked while cumming on her cock.

she changed their positions again, this time making the girl sit on her cock, she held her hips and slowly guided her while rocking them.

you didn't know what to do with your hands, you loved being used by lara as a fuck toy but god you were mindless about where to place your hands.

she would hold your waist harder and proceed to slam you down in such an uneven rhythm it told you that she was close. she began thrusting up inside of you and you could feel how deep her cock was now, the bulge being seen through your abdomen was genuinely mind boggling to you.

once agains you came undone on her cock, but directly after your orgasm it followed lara’s and she slammed down for the final time before the grasp on your hips became tighter as she filled you up.

"god you sound so so pretty when you cum" lara panted out, still slowly rocking her hips inside of your tired body. you nodded weakly, not really being able to speak by this point, lara basically fucked your brains out.

she gently pulled herself out, and reached to get you a shirt. she slid on her boxers and quickly cuddled you, and kissed your forehead. they pressed their foreheads together while they attempted to catch their breath.

lara would slightly move her head to kiss you cheeks, her arms wrapping around your body, which prompted you to turn around and lay down to face the opposite on her but being directly against her chest.

she pulled you as close as your bodies would go, her arms wrapped around you gently. she pulled the covers over you, kissing your shoulder and neck gently. "i love you" she softly whispered against your sleeping figure, and a smile crept on her face.

[drunkinyourbenz]

୨ৎ from my family line. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x reader

୨ৎ genre: angst

୨ৎ content: family issues (reader), past abuse from family (specified as father), mentioned verbal abuse, implied physical abuse (only if you read into it, i don't specifically mention it), implied alcoholiscm from father, mostly just implied past issues so you can kind of just insert your own situation or use your imagination, hospital mention (breifly, and for the father), abandonment issues, comfort (from billie), super long build up until billie comes in but i promise our girl plays a big part in this!! one singular use of y/n i'm so sorry

୨ৎ note: part of my superache collection <3 based off the song family line. uh yeah this is a little piece of my soul and the most personal thing i've ever posted here so hi guys (also i'm feeding yall wdym i wrote this in the same day as footnote who is this what have i become) anyway writing this made me wanna off myself so have fun <3

୨ৎ wc: 3.1k

billie knew you didn’t have a good history with your family, everyone knew it. your father had been as cruel as your mother was tired—she was tired of him, she was tired of life. she had tried her best for you and your siblings, which you were grateful for, but you would forever mourn the childhood you never got to live. 

your father was a quiet man, but the thoughts he harboured behind the quiet mask were lethal. he said things that would live in your mind for evermore, things that you couldn’t escape from no matter how hard you tried. 

your father was your first taste of being unloved. 

you’d basically cut contact with your father after you finished high school, and moving out had been the biggest relief of your life. it had been hard, leaving home at eighteen and not getting any help from your parents, but it was needed. you needed the space, you needed to be able to breathe for once. 

but god, it was weird. you had felt alone in your family home, but you still felt alone away from them. some strange part of you missed it, missed having people around you, even if you had felt so unsafe around them. 

you couldn’t help the way your eyes gravitated towards the families during the holiday seasons—the fathers with their little girls, scooping them up in their arms and spinning them around. the family picnics, the photos, the memories that you’d never been given the chance to make. the experiences you would never live. it hurt your heart, the way you were jealous of these children, but why were you somehow so undeserving of that love? why did the universe hate you so much that it had put you in your situation instead? 

your whole childhood, you had been scared. you’d been an anxious child, and you knew it had stemmed from the way you were treated, the way you were walking on eggshells in your own home. most days, you’d go to a friend’s house for fear of what version of your father you might come home to—you’d never tell your friends the full story, also out of fear, but it was a place to hide from the sad, sad reality you’d been born into. 

in your second year of high school, your older brother had moved out. you couldn’t blame him, you knew that you would also be getting out of the house as soon as you possibly could, but he had been your only rock, your only sense of salvation. now you were alone, and there were countless nights you found yourself sitting in his childhood bedroom, staring at the empty desk and the discarded collection of school stationary in his cupboard. no one had bothered to clean anything up since he’d left, so it was kept in a permanent state of memory. 

you didn’t see your brother much after he moved out, he had distanced himself from your father and everything connected to him. you understood why, but you were alone. for the last three years of high school, you’d been the only one in the house alongside your two parents who hated each other more than anything else. 

you felt like ever truly being loved was an impossible feat, as though anyone who loved you was destined to leave in the end, it was only a matter of time. 

but somewhere along the way, you met billie. 

billie was everything you never knew, everything you had never felt. billie was love in the purest forms, love in ways you had never believed could be real. day by day, billie was slowly breaking down your walls, helping you see that there was love for you, and that your parents were not the prototype for every relationship. she didn’t understand what it had been like for you, having these family issues, but she’d been more than happy to help you work through it, to stay by your side while you healed from the things you never said. 

you began to open up more than you’d ever thought you would—you began to love billie more than you’d ever thought it possible to love anyone. 

your walls were breaking down, just for her, and that thought terrified you. 

what if she left as soon as you’d fully let her in? what if you were too much for her to deal with? 

but you weren’t. the two of you had been together for two years, and although you’d had your share of ups and downs, as every relationship did, she’d never once made you feel unwanted. with her, you felt like you were worth something. 

for once in your life, you had someone who made you feel like you were someone worth fighting for. 

you had blocked your father’s number years ago, after an event that transpired after you’d first attempted to move out when you graduated high school, a jumble of words, feelings, and actions that you hadn’t even known he had in him, let alone directed at you. it had been your last straw, and you’d sent your mother a text telling her that if she was going to continue her relationship with him you would not be seeing her unless she made plans specifically without him. she had made plans, but since that moment you had found yourself significantly distanced from both your parents. 

it was like you didn’t even have a family—of course, you had billie’s, which you were eternally grateful for. you would never get over how welcoming they’d been, how finneas had taught you to play guitar, how maggie had taught you her favourite vegan recipes, and how patrick had taken you to all his favourite museums. it was somewhat like having parents to teach you these things, but… nothing would ever compare to the idea of having your own family. 

you had wished for years that maybe your childhood had just been some sick nightmare, that you’d wake up and your brother would be visiting you with his girlfriend and their dog, and you’d be having dinner at your parent’s house. 

of course, it wasn’t a dream. it was a nightmare you were very much awake for, and you certainly would not be getting another chance with a better family. you’d never even met your brother’s girlfriend, and the only way you knew that they had a dog was through your cousin. 

you’d never planned to ever speak to your father again, and when you did, you wished it had never happened. it was a spring night—you’d just been to billie’s parents’ house for dinner, and you were in a good mood, so you didn’t think much of it when your phone lit up with a message from an unknown number. 

(208)-464-1943 hello 

you’d texted back simply, mostly focusing on the task of putting some clothes away in your closet, only barely giving the message attention.

(323)-182-7742 hi, who is this?

(208)-464-1943 is this y/n? 

at that, your focus was snatched up by the messages—who was this? if they knew you, why not just say their own name?

(323)-182-7742 who is this?

(208)-464-1943 your father

for a long moment, you just stared at the screen, as if the text was going to disappear and it’d be replaced with ‘hey! i’m the girl you met at that volunteering thing last week,’ and your day would continue as normal. but it didn’t, and you spent an alarming amount of time staring blankly at the message in blue. you were in disbelief—you hadn’t spoken to your father in almost three years, why was he messaging you now?

breaking you out of your trance, another message popped up below the last.

(208)-464-1943 can we talk?

(323)-182-7742 no. i had your last number blocked for a reason, and i’m going to block this one. leave me alone.

(208)-464-1943 i’m in hospital, did your mother tell you? you should visit.

you hadn’t known that, and it made your stomach clench with anxiety. in hospital? for what? is he okay—

you hated the concern you felt, and you stared at the message for a few minutes. 

would you visit? no. no, you wouldn’t be visiting your father in hospital. not after everything. you couldn’t help the slight guilt you felt, but you also couldn’t bring yourself to face him again. not after everything, not after the hell that was your childhood. what good would seeing him do, really? 

(323)-182-7742 i won’t be visiting.

208)-464-1943 you’re no daughter of mine.

of course that was his first reaction, to turn it on you as if his years of making your childhood a living hell didn’t take away his right to have you by his side. after all, respect is earned, and this man certainly did not respect you. 

you hated the way that in your mind, your automatic response was “you’re no father of mine”. because although that was true, you hated the fact that after everything, you had that same mean streak. you had the same need to prove yourself, the same snappy defensive words. for years, you’d told yourself that your father was merely the man who’d brought you life—but perhaps it was impossible to be trapped in on all sides by someone for so many years and not inherit their mannerisms. 

you hated that fact, and you caught yourself before you typed it out. you would not stoop to his level. 

instead of following in his footsteps, you left him on read, blocking his number. 

then, you slumped down at the foot of the bed, your head falling back against the wood as you squeezed your eyes shut, head tilted up at the ceiling. your hands clasped together in your lap, squeezing, squeezing, and your phone lay discarded on the floor next to you. you were unsure exactly when the tears had started falling, nor were you fully sure of the reason why. 

perhaps it was the fact that he’d messaged you—being in contact for the first time in so long was terrifying, and it made your heart ache. or maybe it was the words he’d said, about not being his daughter, maybe it reminded you too much of the past and the careless words he would throw around back then. 

or perhaps it was the fact that you were his daughter. 

despite everything, no matter the hatred for him that had been brewing inside you since before you even knew what hatred was, despite his harshness and the way he’d treated you over the years, you were his daughter. you had been born into a life where he was your father, where he was half of you. you had been born into a world where you didn’t feel like you could visit your father in the hospital, and that stung. 

you wanted to feel the pain, you wanted to be able to sit by the hospital bed and hold his hand while you both cried, perhaps you would reminisce on the past and the memories you’d made together—oh, how you yearned for that life. but that life was the future of the little girls you saw each summer, up on their father’s shoulders, looking at him like he was the best thing in the world. 

that was not your life. that was not your life, because you were his daughter. 

you were only sitting on the floor of the bedroom for about six minutes before billie walked in, humming a tune softly. her eyes settled on you, the way you were crumpled on the floor at the foot of the bed, deflated. a soft, concerned frown found its way to her face, and she instantly sat down on the floor next to you, “hi, my sweet girl. what’s wrong?”

upon feeling her presence next to you, you didn’t speak. silently, you shuffled closer to her so that your side was pressed against her, your head resting on her shoulder. your hand found its way to her arm, closing around the soft fabric of her hoodie, feeling the material between your fingers. 

she didn’t push you to speak, she just allowed her hand to find its black on your lower back, moving slightly up and down in a soothing motion. gradually, your hand relaxed slightly around the fabric of her hoodie, and that was when you let out a sob. your head buried in the crook of her neck as you tried to hide your face, a sense of shame washing over you. 

you clung to her like she was your lifeline, like she was your only source of oxygen. she held you gently in her arms, her hand moving up to your hair, where her fingers ran through it soothingly. you only buried your head further in the crook of her neck, muffling your cries. 

“oh, baby. d’you wanna talk about it, or should i just hold you?”

and despite the shame, despite the fear, you wanted to talk to her about it. you needed to. she was the only person who���d truly made you feel comfortable talking about this stuff, and you needed to talk about it more than anything in the world. 

“he texted me.”

there was a short pause, a moment of silence. billie’s brows furrowed slightly, a feature you would’ve noticed had you not still been hidden in her shoulder. 

“...your father?”

you nodded into her shoulder, “new number. he said…” you trailed off, another choked sob leaving your lips. 

“hey, take your time, honey. there’s no rush.”

“he said he’s in hospital.” 

billie fell silent, and you felt her arms tense around you ever so slightly—a barely noticeable shift, but you noticed. “did you–”

“he told me to visit. i told him i won’t.” 

you noticed the way billie’s arms seemed to relax around you again, “yeah? how do you feel?”

“he– he said i’m no daughter of his.” billie’s mouth opened to speak, but you continued. “but i am. and i just…like, i just wish i wasn’t. i am his daughter. i am. i can’t hide from that fact. and i hate that. i hate that he’s my father. i hate that we share a face, that we share a last name. we have the same eyes. maybe if we weren’t so similar, it wouldn’t hurt so bad.”

billie’s hand shifted down from your hair to your arm, stroking softly as if to ground you, gently coaxing you away from your hiding space in the crook of her neck. when you were finally face to face with her, she pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

 “my darling girl, you are not the same as him. no matter how similar you may feel, you may look, you’re not your father. you’d never treat anyone the way he treated you. i know that, even if you don’t. you are a sweet, kind person, and it shocks me that you’ve managed to remain so kind when you were raised without the nurture you deserve. you’re a strong, gorgeous, lovely person, and i am so proud of you for doing what you knew was right, yeah? him bringing that up was just a manipulation tactic, he wanted you to feel guilty. it wasn’t about visiting him, it was just him being a shitty excuse for a father.”

you hummed quietly, and the two of you stayed on the floor like that for a while, your heart thumping in your chest as you rested your head against her shoulder. after a long moment, she spoke softly, “want to move up to the bed?”

“mhm,” you agreed, and she helped you up and walked with you to your shared bed. she lay there, propped up against the pillows, arms outstretched for you to join her. you did just that, sinking into her arms with an impossible sense of relief, finally back where you truly belonged. 

“do you think there’s another universe where i could visit him?” 

billie paused, looking at you. “...i’m sure there’s a universe out there where you get to love him like you deserve, but i don’t think you should dwell on that. in this universe, he doesn’t deserve it. you don’t owe him anything, not after how he treated you.”

another soft hum left your lips, “yeah.” you nuzzled up to her side, “yeah, you’re right. i just hate that he acted like one message would change things, like somehow him texting me after three years meant i’d want to see him. it just felt like another way of guilt tripping, another excuse.” 

billie nodded, her fingers threading through your hair and brushing down the side of your arm, “it’s valid, you know. how you feel. i’ve never experienced anything like what you did, but i know that.”

“thank you.”

a gentle silence fell over the two of you as she held you through it, your mind racing overtime with thoughts. leaning closer into her embrace, you sighed. 

“i hate the way he always tries to put the blame on me…” 

billie hummed softly, and you continued.

“someone who loved me wouldn’t do what he did.”

billie’s lips brushes against your forehead again as her fingertips danced across the skin of your arms, a non-sexual intimacy which was solely to comfort you, remind you that she was here. “exactly. i know it’s hard, but…” billie’s voice trailed off as she watched the tears still trailing down your cheeks. 

“this…this is just…bringing everything back. can you talk about something? please? i don’t want to think about it.” 

at your whispered words, billie nodded instantly, “mhm. wanna hear about the songs me and finneas were playing around with the other day?” 

“please.”

so billie spoke, her voice the same soft and soothing melody that it always was, and you sunk deeper into her arms, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume that lingered on her clothes. you weren’t fully listening, and she knew that, but it was taking your mind off the memories, which you both knew you desperately needed. she talked about the songs, mentioning a guitar song that was in the works, and you smiled at that. billie’s guitar songs were something else. 

as she spoke, her hand rested on the skin of your bare shoulder that was exposed through your tank top, her thumb moving in soothing shapes across your skin, her touch warm. if you’d been more aware at that moment, you might’ve noticed the stars she was tracing across your skin, the words she was writing. you might have noticed the ‘i love you’ and the heart. you didn’t, you just noticed her. her touch, her voice, her love. 

after what felt like hours of listening to her speak, a soft lull came in the flow of her words, and you spoke up. 

“you won’t leave, will you?” 

and billie didn’t miss a second before she replied, her voice still soft and adoring. “never.” 

all that i did to try to undo it

all of my pain and all your excuses

i was a kid but i wasn't clueless

someone who loves you wouldn't do this

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[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Policy & Procedure | Part 7 | Congressman!Bucky Barnes x Reader | 2.8k words

Bucky struggles with his new reality, a new assitant, arguing with his best friend and, crucially, no more you.

Warnings: 18+language and canon typical violence, Bucky thinks about sex but nothing explicit.

Masterlist | Policy & Procedure Masterlist | <-Part 6 | Bucky Barnes

"Mr Barnes?" There was a new girl at your desk on Monday morning, she had the same cotton poly office wear everyone seemed to own, the same plain black heels, the same neat makeup. But she wasn't you.

"Yes, Abby?" He didn't even look up from his papers.

"It's —it's uh Anna, sir." She stuttered.

She called him Mr Barnes and Sir and brought him coffee.

But she wasn't you.

"Sorry, Anna, what is it?" He rubbed a hand through his hair.

"Mr —Captain Wilson —Captain America…he was asking to see you, sir." Anna had gone pink from the tips of her ears to her collarbone.

"Hang up on him."

Bucky went back to his paperwork. Elections were so close he could taste them, the iron tang of fear in the back of his throat. He had to win. If he lost… well, humiliation would be just the start. He needed to secure his seat to protect Wilson, his friends, his bothers in arms.

"He's outside, sir. He was very insistent."

Bucky could see the tremble in Anna's hands as she spoke, she was brave, at least, he liked that about her.

"Fine, send him in."

Sam had been right, it was easier with an assistant.

But.

She wasn't you.

Sam didn't say anything when he sat down and Bucky wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of speaking either. They stayed in silence for a full three minutes before Anna returned with a little chrome trolley with a coffee service on.

"Thank you, Anna." Bucky kept his eyes trained on Sam, but he could see Anna's little smile and made a mental note to apologise for being a complete asshole later.

"How's the new assistant?" Sam asked, keeping his eyes bored into Bucky's.

He hated that they were back here, but it wasn't his fault.

"She's very professional, efficient. I haven't found out she's a fucking spy yet, so that's good. Unless of course I discover it later and realise I've been tricked — again."

Bucky lent back in his chair.

"Look, Barnes, you didn't give me much choice."

"Why did it have to be anything to do with you in the first place, Wilson?" Bucky shot back. "Since when were you my keeper? Those jokes about me being your sidekick have gone to your head."

"You're not my sidekick, Buck, you're my friend." Sam implored, "and I was worried about you. I know you're a big scary assassin, but politics is something else and —"

"I don't need you babysitting me and I certainly don't need you sending me honeypots."

Bucky could feel an embarrassed flush rising under his starched shirt and fought his body to keep it from Sam's intense gaze.

"Honeypots — what are you talking about?" Sam did look genuinely confused.

"Don't lie, Sam. I bet you even put Joaquín up to teasing me about it. Fucking hell, you were making bets about it. Surprised you didn't win since it was clearly all your idea, but maybe she's been teaching you how to bluff and lose like a spy while you're laughing at me behind my back."

Bucky was fighting hard to keep his voice down, he knew how easily sound carried in this old walls.

"Bucky I really don't know what you're talking about, I just thought she was an excellent agent and maybe —"

"Sure you don't — you didn't put her up to flirting with me? What was the gala, a bonus for promising to fight harder when I made that speech? The speech I wrote thinking about you and your team."

"A bonus? Bucky—"

"I don't know what's more insulting, you pulling the strings for your own benefit or because you think I'm too pathetic to do any of this myself. I really thought we were friends. I really did, Sam."

Bucky stood, meaning to push himself backwards but shoving the heavy table forwards instead. Sam shot out of his seat as it moved across the room, but Bucky was already turning away, looking out of the window.

It was a gloomy day today, but warm still, and he remembered your laugh as he'd helped you climb through the French windows and over the flower beds, shoes in one hand, his fingers in the other.

"Bucky, I don't know what you're talking about. I did seek her out to be your security. I worked with her before, at SHEILD, she was clean when it all came down. I saw her shoot a colleague point blank when they turned out to be HYDRA she was — fuck, she was really strong that day. Reminded me a little of you to be honest. She's as good as they come and she wanted to support you. I don't know what happened between you.—" Sam was doing that quiet, even, VA counsellor voice that drove Bucky insane and made him want to scream. He didn't want to be reasonable. He wanted to argue about it.

"I didn't know. That's what happened, Sam. I didn't fucking know she was a plant. I thought she was my assistant, I thought she liked me and fucking hell I thought I was in love with her and it was all a huge lie." Bucky looked at Sam then, and despite his even voice Sam was visibly upset too. "I thought you were my friend, Sam and I trusted you."

"I am you friend—"

"I don't think so. I'm very busy, Captain, I think you should go."

Bucky pressed the buzzer on his phone and Anna opened the door cautiously, everyone in the office beyond had gone, despite it still being the early afternoon.

He really did owe Anna an apology, she was a very good assistant too.

Anna was gracious in her acceptance of his apology, he had flowers sent via HR to her home address and made sure to use the manners his ma gave him instead of being a the grumpy asshole the media wanted him to be.

But he couldn't shake thoughts of you, or his argument with Sam. He'd seemed genuinely confused about his honeypot accusation, as had you when he'd brought it up at the safe house.

But he couldn't understand why you'd slept with his so readily, acquiesced to his flirting and teasing, been so eager with him. He'd be thinking about your night together for the rest of his life, your pouting lips, the feel of your mouth, your body, the way you tasted. You hadn't hesitated, you'd begged him, thanked him. Could that have been a lie?

When he'd returned to DC, at six am just as you'd said, there'd been a message from Sam on his cell phone voicemail reiterating what you'd already told him about a false alarm, a threat with no teeth, and promising to call in the morning.

Bucky had ignored that call,and the next, and the texts, and even Joaquín despite him turning up at all hours with his favourite snacks and beers trying to tempt him out.

There had been another message too. One from you.

The time stamp was just before the speech and there was enough background noise for Bucky to guess you'd called him from somewhere near the conference room. Your voice had been soft and low, almost a whisper —

Hi, Mr Barnes, I'm about to watch you walk out and finally give your speech. In case you're busy after and we don't get a chance to talk, I wanted you to know I was here and I'm really proud to be a very small part of the work you're doing. It's important, and so are you. I bet you're amazing up there, you look so handsome in your suit. I hope you remember out little deal, but I'm sure you'll be really busy after so don't worry you can write me an 'I owe you'. If you get time, call me, even if it's late but if not — I'll see you Monday…sir.

The lies were so easy for you, the pretence. Of course you'd been a SHIELD agent, probably one of the best.

He'd listened to it twice and then cried in the shower.

On Friday he agreed to a proper security team, but only when he was on official business, but he did relent and agree to a single body guard somewhere in the building. A man named Carl who loved that his job was sitting with his feet up in the security office drinking coffee and reading his book all day.

Anna continued being diligent.

Sharon ran him into the ground with paperwork, speeches and stress.

Sam left voicemails.

Joaquín sent him a bouquet of porn.

And you never called him again.

That seemed fair, Bucky thought, he was just a job after all.

But his fingers itched to call you. It wasn't the same in the office without you around. He'd become used to the way you hummed while you worked and the little pastries on Friday. He wanted to sneak out and get a drink with you at lunch and make out with you on his desk.

He was miserable and everything was boring.

"We have one week to go, Mr Barnes, please try and look excited." Sharon dropped a stack of letters on his desk, "these all came for you. I've put twenty of the most interesting, and most answerable, on the top. Write them some replies for gods sake, you're supposed to be a man of the people."

"Sure," Bucky looked out of the window, it was busy in the Capitol, as usual. Tourists and politicos and hangers on.

"Barnes," Sharon snapped, and Bucky looked at her. She was so much like Steve's Sharon, bossy and sharp. He kinda missed her.

"I'm on it, I'm doing it."

He was half way through the second letter, a little girl with a prosthetic wanting to know how she could get a vibranium leg, when the ground shook, the paintings fell off the wall and everyone started screaming again.

Across the suite of offices Carl dropped his coffee on the floor and ran for Bucky's office knowing he wouldn't make it in time to be of any use.

Anna hid under her desk and Sharon pulled on her high viz vest and started leading the staff out of the emergency exit.

Bucky pulled the SIG from his chest holster, getting his back to the wall he edged to the window, but he couldn't see anything, facing into a small court yard and then a car park. Whatever was happening was happening in the main thoroughfare at the front of the building.

"Mr Barnes!" Sharon called back for him, tugging Anna's shaking hand as she emerged from under the table, "we have to evacuate."

"Get the kid out," he pointed at Anna with his left hand, the right still firmly wrapped around the gun, "I'm fine, I'll do another sweep of the inner offices."

Sharon rolled her eyes, but tucked her arm around Anna and made for the exit.

He could smell fire and he could hear screaming, there was no way he was leaving anyone behind in here. It was full of fliers and letters, it was a tinderbox. Without another thought he began heading for the source of smell, deeper into the office and there, by the mailing room, a masked group were torching the bundles and sacks of mail.

There were no logos on their clothes, but that didn't mean they didn't belong to someone. He was only glad they were scaring people, and not outright harming them.

"Hello. Congressman Barnes." A gravelled voice appeared behind him. He whipped round, but he didn't recognise the man, his face was covered by a ski mask.

"I've not been elected yet, but I'm glad I can count on your vote." His hand lifted to pistol whip him with the end of the gun, but he barely moved before the man crumpled to the floor.

And there you were, sweat on your brow, gun in hand. He allowed himself a moment to drink you in. Your office attire was a little more formal, your shirt buttoned all the way up, trousers intead of a skirt. And he recognised the thin Kevlar armour covering your chest, the shadow of a SHIELD patch still visible.

"Mr Barnes, let's go." You marched off down the hall and he could do nothing but follow.

Bucky wasn't quite sure why he'd decided to follow you again, except that his heart appeared to have taken control of his entire body, beating wildly like a cartoon character being dragged along in the wake of the sexy, unobtainable, love interest.

He supposed that's what he was, a characture of himself, so starved for attention he'd fallen immediately. So overwhelmed by you that even the truth didn't shake his heart's conviction that you were someone he should be with, someone he should trust.

"I'm not even going to bother asking where we're going." He sighed, impressed by the pace you were setting in your heels.

"Safe room." You clipped back, taking an abrupt corner and grabbing his jacket sleeve to take him with you but you were brought up short by the pile of rubble that used to be the first floor corridor covering your path.

"Glad we didn't go down there," Bucky couldn't help the caustic tone, he felt like he was being torn apart.

"Next plan." You turned on your heel, just as abruptly as you had before.

"Next plan," Bucky grabbed your arm, tugging you back, "is we go out of the window and I go home and you go…wherever you like."

He surveyed the windows, most of them old with wooden frames, and slammed his shoulder into the meeting points of the small square frames. The glass shattered easily and he used his left hand to wrench the last of the wood frame away. Bucky shrugged off his suit jacket and lay it over the exposed shards of glass and splinters of wood and then held out his hand.

"Ladies first."

"I thought you didn't consider me a lady anymore." You huffed, but stepped forward, refusing his hand and climbing out. "You called Sam a liar and me a honeypot, I can't imagine what you've said about us when you're not in your little political bubble."

With the broken window between you, you felt miles away again.

"I never said anything like that." Bucky followed, lifting his jacket and checking the lining. Still intact, wallet, keys, phone.

He looked up. You were still there, why were you still there?

You narrowed your eyes at him, "no, I didn't think you would. But I know you're angry. I want to talk about it."

Bucky sighed and, checking the direction of noise reverberating around the office, set off away from the car park. "I'm gonna get a cab, an Uber, whatever, give my regards to Sam."

He set off at pace, hoping some distance between you both would stop his heart from trying to escape his chest. Bucky skirted the edge of the office block and watched as a SWAT team descended on the roof while fire and rescue took care of the growing blaze from the mail room. He hesitated, looking down at the dark metal hand in contrast to his white shirt.

He should go back.

"Nope," your hand slid into his and you squeezed, drawing him away, "that's not your fight, Mr Barnes. Let's get you in a cab."

"Can't you just leave me alone," he snapped, snatching his hand back. "Wasn't your position terminated?"

"Yes," your eyes were shining again, as if you were going to cry, "my position was terminated. There's a rank round the corner, I don't trust an uber right now.

"So what the fuck are you doing here? Just leave me the alone. You've had your fun," Bucky let out a dark life, "Jesus Christ have you had your fun. Now just let me sort my own life out. You don't have to be here, go."

"What if I want to be here?"

He'd never heard your voice so small and quiet and he felt like shit for shouting. Is this who he'd become? The kind of man who shouts at women?

"What if I liked spending time with you, and listening to you and laughing with you. What if I care about you and that's why I'm here, disobeying direct orders to stay away. What if the thought of you in that building when that alarm went off made me sick to my fucking stomach. What then? Mr Barnes? I'm not going anywhere."

You stuck your arm out and a cab pulled up warily, "what the hell is happening here?" The driver eyed the multiple emergency vehicles with one hand on the gear stick.

Bucky climbed into the back seat and slid along, reaching his hand out, "get in."

"What?"

"If all of that— then get in."

You took his hand and climbed in next to him and despite the awkward shuffle to get your seat belts on, you didn't let go.

Part 8 ->

[jazeswhbhaven]

Back in the fandom again and I was looking for your blog everywhere 😿 You were probably the most memorable writer to me about WHB lol. I really adore your works 🥹...

Is it okay if I ask a request? Maybe for the kings and some nobles from Gehenna!!

How about an MC that gets easily annoyed especially if it's painfully hot outside and the sun is just literally GLARINGGG towards them.

Not annoyed as in full on screaming. But annoyed in a way it's so easy to rile them up and get their brows all furrowed up and they're like "what????"

It's more on the humorous side hehe, I think it's funny and I maybe want their reactions to lean more onto that side, but still keep their usual errr behavior or personality??

Thank you!!!

Ahh hi anon, I'm glad you were able to find my blog again!! This means a lot saying that you like my works ✨😌

I'll do all the nobles from Gehenna btw, just because ^^ I don't talk about them enough so I just feel like I should

It's the hottest day in Gehenna, so much that even finding shelter in the shade still has you sweating up a storm. Thankfully it's just for a few days out of the year, but MC is not having it at all. "God it's so hot....I'm literally melting..."

Sitri: He's quick on his feet thinking about how to cool off MC. He's aware that the shade will only bring some relief but it's never enough. Thankfully, he's brought along some freshly made iced tea, made with a special ingredient that keeps you cool and refreshed for hours! Other devils have tried to take some, but he refuses to share. This was made for MC, everyone else will have to find other ways to cool off.

Ppyong: Oh no! MC is uncomfortable and this red lump is far too small to provide shade or any source of relief. But he does know of a place where they can hang out for a while without being directly under the sun's rays. A cafe ran by most of his red lump fans and family, small but quaint! Refreshing drinks, the coolest AC they managed to make with small parts and debris collected from previous battles they had to clean up. He always wanted to take MC here, and boy do they appreciate it.

Leraye: He offers to shoot the sun down, he's pretty sure he can do it. There's no target he can't hit! But after MC talks him out of even trying so he doesn't burn his eyes out, they opt for returning back to the palace where Leraye knows of a specific secret area he usually sets up his sniping gear during battles that has the perfect amount of shade and where the breeze hits just right. Plus...he managed to get some of Sitri's iced tea to give MC anyway lol

Paimon: Oh he hates the heat as much as MC does. Sweat slows him down and melts his pretty eye makeup! But have no fear, he's always prepared when it comes to the hottest days of Geheena. Cute sun hats, portable bladeless fans from Tartaros, and a special human skin friendly sunscreen that makes it feel like there's no sun at all! He's so proud to show off these trendy objects he got from the mall and is even more happy that they work well. Not to mention he wants MC to try out his minty lip gloss, *wink*

Astaroth: This weather is actually perfect for his snake so he's not too bothered by it. Nice and warm. However, he's aware that MC's annoyance with the heat and sun can't be too healthy. To compromise for both parties, he does have this magic parasol for MC to use. If you say the right poem/mantra it will literally start snowing underneath it. MC finds this parasol odd, but at least it's working! Astaroth was also amused, saying he had gotten it from a witch because she told him it would always keep his snake warm even when it's cold. Turns out it was the opposite.

Zagan: The sun always looks flawless on this devil's sun kissed skin, so a few more rays and heat won't do a thing. However, he'd do anything make sure MC is comfortable, so he writes up a special talisman they can use that works like an all over body ice pack. He's even brought a whole stack of them just in case the one MC has on right now gets damaged. And so they don't feel left out, he wears one too. Now they can enjoy their morning walk together without much discomfort! A bonus is that Zagan tied his hair up for this occasion.

Satan: "You're pissed off? So am I...it's too damn hot!" Satan actually does not like the heat at all, especially when he has to move around and do things. It's not really the sweat, but it's more so the combination of sun rays AND the radiating heat from the ground. Plus he can't stand the jokes Mammon makes about how it shouldn't bother him since heat rises and he's further to the ground than he is 💀 So, to make it bearable for him and MC he just literally takes them around on his bike so the wind cools them off from how fast he's going. He also doesn't mind spending all day at his bike shop, the AC there is really nice.

Mammon: "Come closer to me, Master. I'll block the sun's rays for you." And no kidding does that actually help! MC is immediately shrouded in Mammon's shadow which provides quick relief from the glaring sun in Tartaros. And if that wasn't a plus already, his Ai bots fly around and spray a cool mist, similar to how you see the mist stations at Zoos during the summer. The sun is no bother for this big guy, all it does is glisten against his golden skin as he soaks it up. He could do this all day.

Beelzebub: "You know, I don't mind that you're all sweaty..." Beel ofcourse is a tease when MC is rather upset about how hot it is. Not to mention that Abyssos is mostly a concrete jungle, so the pavement is hot too. But, he's not gonna torture MC for long, offering solace by whisking them away to the grasslands of Abyssos. There's trees for miles, amazing shade, and a few lakes with water so cold you'd think it should be frozen. These are places he escapes too when he does return, and now MC knows he little hideouts. Just gotta make sure Bael doesn't know about this.

Leviathan: "If you're that uncomfortable at least do something about it." Leviathan considers MC's mild complaint about the heat slightly annoying, but they do have a point. Why is it so hot today in Hades when normally the sun doesn't shine much here? Levi opts to take MC back to the palace, where his room is the coldest compared to everywhere else. He doesn't even mind if they stay in there all day because he didn't want to be outside in the first place and he has paperwork to look over. Levi even goes so far that he's moved his desk temporarily so he can MC can be in the same room. But don't mention that...

Lucifer: "Ah, the greenhouse is normally not this warm. Here drink this." Similar to Sitri's iced tea recipe, Lucifer has his own brew that provides not only instant relief from the heat and sun, but prevents migraines, and heat exhaustion for at least 24 hours. He created this one time when Gamigin passed out from traveling the desserts of Tartaros to heal a devil. He also has changed a few things around to make sure MC doesn't ingest anything they're allergic to. But being the doctor he is, he sticks around MC just to make sure nothing happens at least until it's safe for them to be alone.

Belphegor: "Quit yer bellyachin', ain't nothin' but a little heat and sun." Well, at least for him anyway the heat has no affect on him. He could sleep through an entire damn fire if he must. But he's immediate solution to keep MC cool is to drag them to his room, turn on the AC to the lowest setting, and it's freezing cold now. The only source of heat in the room is his body and his bed. Could this have been his plan all along? Either way now MC doesn't have to be in the sun, and Belphie gets to sleep in a cold dark room. Everyone wins.

Asmodeus: "The sun highlights the best parts of you, my dear. Oh and how you look with sweat rolling off your body..." Asmo is definitely no help when the heat is unbearable in Abaddon. For some odd reason it is unusually hot though most areas in this country are shaded or cloudy. But also, MC's annoyance is a turn on for this devil in fact anything they do is, but it's not like he's going to let them suffer for too long. He knows a place, deep within the castle walls on the top floor. Nope, not his room, but another place he seldom tells others about. To MC's surprise it's filled with everything meant to cool you down during those hot summers on earth, including an indoor pool chilled to perfection. For now Asmo enjoys the amenities with MC no strings attached, but eventually...skinny dipping in said pool was gonna be on the agenda.

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stand and fight

── jacaerys velaryon x fem!targaryen reader

surprise i can’t contain myself so this is a series shdbxndjfvnsj

little a/n before we begin ── CHANGING AGES!! jace is only 13 when aegon is crowned king but in this, you and he are both 18. as with my aegon piece, i know everyone’s long names and titles but for the sake of not typing it out each time i use first names (i.e. criston instead of ser criston cole). reader is alicent and viserys’ child, but is living with rhaenyra and her family because she was always of the opinion that her father wanted rhaenyra to be queen. even once aegon was crowned, she refused to refer to him as king. as a result this caused a huge feud with reader against alicent, aegon, and aemond and she was all but banished from her home. about 2 weeks after aegon is crowned, reader and dragon (stormfyre) ran away and have been with rhaenyra and fam ever since. of everyone on team black, you’re closest with jace. everyone suspects something romantic between you both, but nothing has happened as of the start of this. takes place before, and during season 2 episode 4. you’ve been warned

wc: 1.6k (future chapters will be much longer and feature a lot more of jace, promise!)

PART ONE

Your relationship with Jacaerys (not that you could really call it a relationship), wasn’t always how it is now. He wasn’t the one you sought out when you wanted quiet but not alone time, and you weren’t the first person he searched for when he entered the room. Certainly not when you first arrived and Rhaenyra announced that you’d be staying with them.

In fact, in the beginning, you were sure he hated you.

Being on opposing sides of this ‘war’, part of the reason why he took such a strong disliking to you was because he thought he had to. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You’d long since grown tired of hating people simply because you were told to.

On the evening you and Stormfyre ran away, the entire time you were flying was spent worrying and just praying to the Gods that you wouldn’t be turned away, or killed.

Rhaenyra was there to greet you when Stormfyre finally landed, and once you told her how bad things had gotten at home and that you didn’t know where else to go, she immediately offered you a room. Though you were Alicent’s daughter, you were still her half sister and had always been kind to her and her children. She knew you wanted no part in this feud, that you and Helaena were innocent in all of it.

After you wrote a note and Rhaenyra sent a raven to deliver it to Alicent, she informed you that they were just about to sit down and have dinner and she’d love for you to join them.

The first thing you noticed as you took your seat across from Lucerys, was how Jacaerys was glaring at you.

No one had taken more than a few bites before he put his fork down and loudly stood up.

“Why is she here?” He pointed at you, not even bothering to hide his anger.

“Jacaerys sit down,” Rhaenyra shook her head. “You know as well as I do that she is innocent in all of this. I have invited her—”

“To stay with us? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, she’s one of them! How do you know—”

Hearing that last part, Rhaenyra pushed her chair back and stood up. “Do not speak to me in that way, I will not tolerate it. I have invited her to stay for as long as she’d like and that is final. Now sit down.”

“Yes Your Grace.” The sarcasm was loud and clear, but Rhaenyra opted to ignore it since he did in fact sit down again.

You had your worries, but this confirmed it. You couldn’t stay. On the way over you told yourself that if anyone showed hesitation or anger at you being there, you’d leave as soon as you felt safe to do so. To live in a place where you were in fear of saying the wrong thing or suddenly being asked to leave, was no different than if you’d remained at home.

“Your Grace, I am a bit tired. Thank you for the lovely meal but if it’s alright I’d like to retire for the evening.”

Jacaerys once again didn’t even attempt to hide his anger. He rolled his eyes as he continued to eat.

“Of course, please don’t hesitate to ask if there’s anything you need.” She gave you a small smile, and as soon as you turned the corner you could hear her beginning to bicker with her eldest son.

After you’d been in your room about an hour, there was a series of soft knocks at your door. If you’d been doing anything other than laying in bed, you probably wouldn’t have heard.

When you opened the door and were greeted by Lucerys, to say you were surprised was an understatement.

“My Prince, I —”

He gave you that look, the I’m a kid please don’t use my title it’s weird look, and when you tried again and called him by his first name, he smiled. His hands had previously been behind his back and when he brought them forward, in each was a small plate with what appeared to be some sort of cake.

“Jace was rude and I know that’s why you didn’t finish dinner,” he said simply.

You opened your mouth to say that wasn’t true, but when he gave you that look again you couldn’t help but laugh.

“For being so young, you’re quite perceptive.”

He nodded as he sat down and handed you a plate. “Mom says I’m good at reading people. I forgot forks so we’ll have to use our hands.”

“You wish to stay and eat with me?”

Again, the young boy nodded. “It’s not fun to eat alone.”

The first few minutes, the 2 of you simply enjoyed the desserts in silence. You were relieved to find that it was a comfortable silence. When you were both finished, Lucerys, who insisted you call him Luke, took the plates and said he’d be right back. When he returned only a moment later, his first question surprised you.

“Why did you run away?”

“I — it’s complicated. Since Aegon was crowned king, there have been a lot of… fights.”

“You don’t think he should be king?”

You wondered how much to tell him, seeing as he was only 11. “No,” you decided to just tell the truth. “I think your mom should be.”

“She’s your… half sister, right?”

You nodded. “Yes, she’s my half sister. The same way that Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond are her other half siblings.”

“Do you not like them?”

“My other siblings?”

He nodded.

“I’m using this word too much, but it’s complicated. My relationship with each of them is different. Or was, before things went bad. Aegon and I used to be inseparable when we were really little. Everyone used to joke that we were twins. Though I’m a year older than Aemond, I always looked up to him. He’s the one who taught me how to use a sword, and I will always be grateful for that. Helaena and I are still close, she understands why I left. In fact that reminds me I need to ask your mom if I may send a raven to her tomorrow.”

“Even if you don’t think he should be king, why did you leave? Did they hurt you?”

“No, not yet anyway,” you gave a sad smile. “But it wasn’t just them that made me fearful. Other people haven’t been so kind. It’s why I’m so grateful that I’m allowed to be here, even if it’s only temporary.”

Luke looked surprised, as if it hadn’t occurred to him that you’d leave. “But you’ll stay with us for a while right? I’ll talk to Jace, I swear it.”

You quickly wiped a tear and smiled at the young boy in front of you. “That means a lot to me, truly. But please don’t talk to your brother on my behalf. He has made it clear I’m unwelcome and I fear that anything you say will make him angry with you as well.”

“If you don’t stay, will you have to return home?”

That was something you hadn’t even thought about. Initially while flying you feared being rejected. But even if that did happen, what would your plan have been?

“Possibly. I do not know where else I would go.”

“Jacer— there you are, you’ve had us searching everywhere,” Rhaenyra smiling as she saw how comfortable her son was around you. “Why don’t you let her get some sleep, hmm? You can see her in the morning.”

He groaned, but Luke did give you a hug and a “goodnight” before heading out of your room.

Rhaenyra turned to follow her son, then turned back around to face you again as she thought of something she wanted to say.

“I’d just like to apologize for my older son. I do not know what has gotten into him as of late but he had no right to speak to or about you that way. I will see to it that he—”

“Please, Your Grace—” she gives you that same look that Luke did, and you smile at how similar they look. “Rhaenyra, you and he have nothing to apologize for. I am technically one of them, and I’m intruding on your home.”

She is quick to shake her head. “You’re not intruding. I know what it can be like over there, and for your wellbeing I am glad that you felt safe enough to come here. We will think of next steps for tomorrow, although I really do hope you’ll stay a while. It seems Luke does too. I’ll let you get some rest now.”

“Thank you, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” you get off of the bed and embrace your sister for the first time in who knows how long. She rubs circles on your back and it brings tears to your eyes, your own mom wouldn’t ever embrace you like this.

Rhaenyra leaves a few minutes later, and you finally crawl into bed.

As you lay there and wait for sleep to come, you think about the events of today. And you can’t help it, eventually your mind drifts to the boy who sat across from you.

With the dirty looks he gave you, how he spoke about you as if you weren’t there, there’s no doubt in your mind that he hates you.

It’s hard to believe that if Aegon weren’t crowned King, and Rhaenyra held her place on the iron throne, that Jacaerys would’ve been the next heir.

Even harder to believe is that to ensure both families remained united, you and he would’ve already gotten married.

You finally start to feel sleepy, and just before you drift off, your final thoughts are of Jacerys. If you do end up staying, you wonder if things will always be like this.

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