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unreadpoppy · 2 years ago

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My thoughts on the semi final 2:

Oh shit it’s 16 acts today.

I don’t speak French but I love hearing Hannah speak it.

Denmark:

I always have low expectations for Denmark, cause I’ve hated all their songs in more recent years. Love the birds chirping but I can’t understand a single word (when will singers open their mouths to sing?). Love the outfit and the staging seems interesting, but I need a wider view. Honestly, if someone’s not singing a ballad, I think it’s weird to put the singer all alone on stage. Like there’s no need to have a full dance routine, but at least some interactions would be fun (like the three dancers on the back during Soldi). Idk it feels awkward seeing this singer all alone.

OH MY GOD THE ICELAND BAND FROM 2021 IS BACK????? IM SEEINF THE DUDE IN THE GREEN ROOM AAAAA

Armenia:

Already love this girls hair. Damn, the stage designer really likes pink, don’t they? (Not complaining, I love pink). She sounds good. I think here the singer all alone looks better, but I think a few dancers would still make it more interesting. Okay what’s up with the random break dance that is just… weird? Israel did the same and it was so weird. This one looked better but still… Okay now that the song picked up near the end, it sounded great. Might give it a listen to it later.

Romania:

Not the goddamned beetles statue. A CLOWN CARRIAGE STATUE? I LOVE IT. I already love their vibes, just from this postcard. Sometimes I forget Romanian is also a Romance language and I’m like why I can lowkey understand the sounds (because some of them sound really similar to a few Portuguese phonemes). Nooo, not the English. Okay this got bad real quick. Okay this song is bad. Some parts of it are good but the rhythm is a problem. The lady dancer finally showed up. Also, I think if they just went for a weirder/crazier act through the whole song it would be better, cause the slightly trying to sensualize was… not working.

Estonia:

Okay this girl’s brave for walking in that tower. Not a ghost playing this piano (really liked this effect). I love the pretending to play instruments every year because we all know they are not live. I’m in love with this singers vocals. Uuuuh the ground changing when she moved her hand, nice. Did they put all the ballads on the second semi and all the weirder acts on the first??? Okay this song feels like it went on for too long.

Belgium:

Finally, a group of people and not just a solo! This singer looks like your gay uncles (affectionate). Okay already love this. It looked like it would be a ballad but it became more of a disco vibe, also love the outfit. THE DRAG QUEENS ON THE SCREEN! Loving this vibe, definitely a song I’ll listen afterwards. THE VOGUING/ BALLROOM YES BITCH!!! HE REALLY IS YOUR GAY UNCLE VIBES!

Hannah don’t do the commentators like that! The picture of them young oh my god. Not Graham saying it’s all quiet on the UK booth. Graham Norton is one of the few reasons I would want to be in the UK, just so I could listen to his commentary real time.

Are these the flying a flag group? Jesus, they used to vote on paper??? Like Americans???

Cyprus:

The act Greece can give 12 points to in the final. Always love a good autotuned high note in the beginning. I can already tell “you can break a broken heart” will be stuck in my head. This guy doesn’t give me the vibes of singer who will do it shoeless but I guess he is that kind of performer.

Iceland:

Okay I guess the “how does it keep getting better” band is only there as moral support. Now I see is a completely different person who’ll sing. Also really like these vocals however not a fan of the lyrics (or the song in general). Again, ler theses singers interact with someone else. The random kick was definetly a choice. One of the reasons I like when people bring songs in their own language is because I don’t have to head the words flower, power and shower rhymed. She gives me heterotop vibes and I don’t know that I like it.

Greece:

Amazing how both Greece and Cyprus sent dudes who look like esquerdomachos. Damn the singers this year really want to lay on the floor don’t they? I do think the words being written in Greek and the letters on the Greek alphabet showing up is a nice touch. However, I cringe so much when the signers face shows up gigantic on the screen. What’s up with these vocals? Jesus Christ man. Also this attempt at dance fighting… just stop. Okay where is a goddamned vocal coach to tell these people to not fucking crouch down when signing. You don’t sing as good as you can when your diaphragm is folded!

Poland:

Someone on tumblr said not to vote for Poland cause the whole thing to choose the song was rigged as fuck and that’s not the song poles wanted to sent to represent them. Jesus the vocals are bad. Last years guy did not break the non qualifying strike of the past years for Poland to do this. This perfomance is so boring. Like it feels unoriginal, the song is not even a dancing song. Y’all, I blame Chanel for all these ladies doing dance breaks this year. Cause like, at least Chanel was a good dancer and it looked good, but all the ones I’ve seen so far this year have been bad. Like really bad, or at least not appeasing to the eye.

Slovenia:

Okay finally the tenth act, cause Jesus this semi final is being very bad. Okay this looks like it’s gonna be fun. The wink…they give me awkward in the body vibes, but song sounds good. Love the guitar solo. Did he lick the camera???? This was okay. At least better than Poland.

Georgia:

Strong beginning. She sounds better when she’s “””””shouting”””” (it’s not shouting, but I’m not sure it’s belting, but you get what I’m saying), the other parts she sound like she’s singing in cursive and I hate cursive singing. Okay this part with the jing and the little hand thing she did was fun. Now this is some good belting.

They got Luke Evans to do this??? Holy shit. Sometimes I forget you Brits call television “telly”. Yugoslavia won on the year the Berlin Wall fell??? Holy shit. I cannot believe someone wrote a full monologue about eurovision for Luke Evans, LUKE EVANS, to act.

San Marino:

Idk one of these guys reminds me of a guy sopranista who, when asked how he reached such high notes, said he was Jewish and when they circuncized him, they cut his balls (it was a joke btw). The lead singer is hot but do you know what is not hot? These vocals. And these lyrics. Mate, I can see your vein about to pop on your forehead. This is bad.

Someone please bring back Croatian village people and flusforecent goth, please shake this thing up.

Austria:

Is this the song about Edgar Allen Poe?

Your honor, you can’t convince they’re not girlfriends. Besides the repetition of “Poe”, the song sounds pretty fun. Girl, don’t shout to the audience while the other one is singing. The vocals are pretty good, finally. By the way, I liked their act, but I think it should have been more unhinged. I liked it more because of the song itself, but the perfomance (which give it or take is very important) was bland.

Albania:

Will we get a woman screaming again? We will. I love that Albania’s stage lighting is always the colors of their flag. Oh they are not the back up singers, this is like a group. They spent all their budget on the main lady’s outfit, cause the other women look like they shopped at Shein.

Lithuania:

Fun fact about me: I hate the color Orange, so you can tell how much I loved this outfit (sarcasm). Y’all, I don’t hate ballads, but all the ballads so far have been so underwhelming, Jesus Christ. They sound like something I’ve heard another 300 times. It’s like some generic pop ballad made for teenagers. DONT STOP SINGING TO SHOUT TO THE AUDIENCE JESUS CHRIST, IT WONT GAIN YOU VOTES. I hate the way the backing vocal ladies are placed, they look like a school choir, or Montenegro in 2019.

Australia:

Aussies, I’m counting on you. I forget they speak English in Australian, why did I think they would sing in another language??? Back to the future called, they want their delorian back. Sigh. At least I like the main singers hair. At least the random heavy metal growl was fun. The guitar solo at the end was the best part.

The performances are over thank god.

It’s gonna be hard to make a top 10 when I’ve disliked 99% of the acts today. And also I’ve forgotten ALL of them besides Belgium.

What the fuck is Peppa Pig doing here???

Y’all remember how this was supposed to be about Ukraine? It doesn’t seem like it. I mean sure it’s in Liverpool, but it’s not like Ukraine choose to not host for random reasons.

Finally, some singing in Ukranian. Also like how they have what I guess are historical Ukrainians in their clothes and on the screen. This act is better than 14 of the competing acts today.

Oh my god the Christmas song, I love it, and in these singers voice it sounds even better. I feel like I’ve seen the girl on the star somewhere before. Was she the one who sang 1944 on The Voice?

Oh nice to know that the Carol of the bells were originally sung by a ukranian choir.

Also let’s all play pretend and act like Hannah didn’t have a long time to learn how to say that one phrase in Ukrainian.

Okay the replay is reminding me how much I hated most of the acts, Jesus.

OH MY GOD THEY BROUGHT DRAG QUEENS! HELL YEAHS! I love how like Ukraine’s flag only has 2 colors so whenever you have a trio, they make the third person wear black or white. Y’all we know they lip syncing, they don’t need the microphones.

Gotta love how non-lusophones always mess up Portuguese names.

EASTERN EUROPEAN FUNK YOU WERE ROBBED YOU SHOULD HAVE QUALIFIED ALL THOSE YEARS AGO BABES

Y’all did they only put non qualifiers for this game? I spoke too soon, finally someone who qualified, Sax guy!

“This was a hit in sweden”

“This was a hit????”

I’m not proud about how I got all of these right.

I see adorable kids by themselves and my first instinct is “WHERE ARE YOUR PARENTS”. Not them messing with the trophy kkkkk

Not the Ukranian guy wearing sun glasses inside. Y’all you know these people are singers because if they relied on their “”secret”” talents they’d be fucked (the Spaniard’s talent was literally clapping and stomping the ground ffs).

Spain said “we’ll be weird and conceptual this year” which okay I guess.

Now they’re both wearing sun glasses. Oooh, so that’s what the hearts mean.

Ukraine’s entry seems interesting. But also I guess it’s an eurovision curse (unless you’re Ireland) that the host/previous winner country usually send a not so great song.

UK stop saying that the last time you won was in 1997, it’s not gonna make you win, and it’s not like you’re Spain, who the last time they won, it was 1969 (and they shared it with 3 other countries).

Y’all, no shade to Mae, but there is no way this song is gonna do well. They really let Sam Ryder’s success get in their heads.

My ranking to todays semi:

Belgium

Austria

Armenia

Estonia

Georgia

Cyprus

Slovenia

Iceland

Australia

Albania

Lithuania

Romania

San Marino

Greece

Poland

Y’all, if Poland, Romania, Greece, San Marino and even Iceland qualify I call it Rigga Morris. Iceland is high on my list but only cause there were most worst acts.

Instead of ten, just add Belgium and Austria to the final and be done with it.

#eurovision #esc

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kinetic-elaboration · 2 years ago

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December 6: Cabinet of Curiosities 1x04

Continuing on with Cabinet of Curiosities. Even though the whole series was released for Halloween, this was a vaguely Christmas themed ep, or at least, it took place during the Christmas season, so I guess it made sense to watch it now.

It was... fine. It wasn't as gross as I was afraid it was going to be, but it was also not terribly innovative or revolutionary for being over an hour long. Like, it did not need to be over an hour, please take an editing eye to things even if you are working for Netflix.

I mean, the concept of a woman of unconventional beauty, who is lonely, and weird, and finds it hard to connect with people, who does something drastic to make herself popular, leading to body horror and violence and the general loss of her soul, and the pyrrhic victory of being popular but monstrous at the end, is not super new and unheard of. I feel like I have seen this story before.

On the other hand, it also took a WILD left turn with the Lotion Creature. I respect the ep for trying. It was so weird and so random and so unexplained that it didn't really do anything for me but at least it was unpredictable. I wasn't scared, more like grossed out and confused and just uncertain what the story was trying to tell me, but again, points for doing something unusual with standard fare.

I did not get, at the beginning, that the sheriff/cop guy was Stacey's husband, and I thought the familiarity between them came from her constantly calling the station about weird noises. Knowing that she was married, and that her husband was apparently a pretty decent guy, who loved her and liked her and talked her up all the time, made her motivations harder for me to follow, tbh. I mean, yes, I know a husband is not the same as girlfriends, I know your partner can't be everything, and I know he was rather missing the point of what was really causing her distress. Also, sexism, commentary on womanhood or something, etc. But her life just didn't seem that bad to me: she had a comfortable home, a partner, an artistic hobby, and the women she wanted to befriend at work were shallow, annoying bitches. Like, life could be better, but come now, it could be worse.

I also didn't get why the extended sequence with the creepy noises in the house existed at all. I mean ultimately there was not, at that time, anything in the house. Was it thematic foreshadowing of the lotion creature? Was it about Stacey' character? And if so, what about it? That she's open to suggestion? that she's prone to hallucination? I would not call being worried about creaky noises that probably were real the same as being open to full on auditory and visual hallucinations but okay.

Also she really was transformed at the end, she really did have weird bathtub sex with personified lotion, and the results were really seen by the bitches at work. So I can only assume that the story was supernatural and not about insanity or psychosis or whatever.

The episode also really relied a lot on the vague grossness of squelching lotion. Like a lot.

I will say, I did not hate it, it was fine, and I did like Stacey and thought she carried the episode well. It's possible there was more to it than I am giving credit for--for example, I didn't pay much attention to what was on TV, but I suppose it was probably supposed to be thematically important, since there were so many shots of it. Similarly, all the ladies' gossip was about men and sex, when it wasn't about beauty etc., and given the sparse attempt at Gender Commentary ("you don't get it because you're a man") I think there might be something to unwrap or Problematize there.

And I did like the image of Stacey holding her hand up to the TV: the difference in her size versus the TV guy's size made it seem like he was putting his hand up for an oath but she was reaching out to him in an affectionate or loving way, and that was interesting. I also thought the image of the lotion squelching itself out of the container and onto the table was legitimately creepy--probably the only part I would really call scary in the whole thing.

Even with the eldritch horror, Lot 36 is still my favorite. But I did like this one more than Graveyard Rats and most of The Autopsy.

#the year 2022 #2022: fandom thoughts #2022: cabinet of curiosities

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tinyyoungblood · 3 years ago

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hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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introvert--weeb · 3 years ago

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Hello! I love reading your works but can i have request?

If it's not too much i request for a mikey, draken, mitsuya,angry,smiley,ran and rindou (sorry if it's too much, i love them all i can't pick) with a s/o bakugou katsuki? But the s/o is a bit calmer since she have a angry management but when she snaps she became the explosive queen?(lmao) and called someone extras,nerd,shitty and when fight she keeps saying "DIEEE!"

Oh God! I love this idea so much!

And of course I can write for all of them! I really don't have that much of a limit on how many characters I'm willing to write about in one request 😅 I'm also really glad you enjoy my other writings :)

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Smiley, Angry, Ran, Rindo with a fem!Bakugo Katsuki!reader

TW: mentions of language, anger management, violence, name calling

Mikey

Just like Mikey, you would like to give others nicknames rather than call them by their actual name. However, while the blond would simply add '-chin' at the end of names or change the way it's said, you would create these nicknames by either how annoying they were to you or if you were friends, by their features.

You were like a firecracker. Short fuse and when it was lit, you were explosive in both your words and actions. Many of Toman had learnt this the hard way. Especially poor Baji. He had made a comment that had set you off, next thing he knew he was facing the sky as Draken and Mikey were holding you back. Never again did he make the mistake of saying something that would upset you.

While you were usually OK if not provoked, there were times when you couldn't hold back. This was especially true when it came down to fights. Even the Invincible Mikey knew to not get too close during these moments. After all, he had witnessed what happened to those that had.

You would be the loudest and most explosive on that entire battlefield. It was intimidating for the rival gang when you had gotten into the zone. Yells of you telling all those 'extras' to get out of your way, with each punch you would scream out for them to 'die'. Yep, the others are going to get as far away from you as possible.

Would be back to your calm self after letting all your frustrations out. This is what surprises your boyfriend the most. You could be yelling at people to die as you punched them only to become sweet and innocent afterwards. It did remind him to never provoke you to the point of you losing it.

Draken

No one could understand how Draken had ended up with someone as arrogant as you. You made it no secret that you believed in your skills as a fighter, even looking down on others you deemed too weak.

However, this was mainly to make sure others knew that you should be taken seriously. Being a girl in a gang, especially the girlfriend of the Vice Captain, had others looking down on you all the time. You were strong on your own merits. You didn't need to be dating Draken to get people to notice this.

Most of the time, you were pretty calm and people felt they could approach you without any harm coming towards them. After all, you were actually a nice person under all that harsh exterior. But they still made sure to watch what they said around you, remembering how short your fuse was.

When you snapped, the person who got you to that point best start praying for their life or running as far away as they could. You were known to be quite agile when it came to fights and this would be no exception. A swift punch to their face followed by you yelling for them to 'die you shitty extra'!

Ken would never admit it but you terrified him when you got like this. After all, he was the Vice Captain to one of the strongest delinquent gangs in Tokyo. He shouldn't be scared of a girl that was shorter than him. People reminded him that he could stop you by picking you up. Draken knew this wouldn't do anyone any good.

"Ken-ny, you not going to stop her?" Mikey asked, appearing at the side of the taller blond while munching on his dorayaki. Draken just sighed before explaining that he couldn't. In fact, he doesn't even believe that Mikey could stop you when you got like this. The best course of action was to just let you have your fill so you could calm down.

The poor boy who had lit your fuse was now lying black and blue on the ground, blood pouring out of his now-broken nose. You simply blew a strand of hair from your face before making your way to your boyfriend, not wanting to talk about the incident.

Mitsuya

Being a pacifist, Mitsuya didn't agree with how fast you would turn to violence when you lost your patience with somebody. After all, he was a firm believer in that most situations can be sorted by talking it through. So people were really shocked when it came to light you were dating.

You were both the complete opposites of each other in how you dealt with overwhelming stress. However, you both did make a great couple when it came to other aspects in the relationship. It's just people hardly saw that. And nobody seemed to remember that you were actually quite a calm person who just so happened to have a short fuse.

What seemed to set your fuse of the most is when others looked down on you or your boyfriend. People seemed to think that because he didn't actively fight those he had a disagreement with.

So when someone dared to talk smack about your beloved Takashi, you were not going to take it. And so, that is how Mitsuya was trying his best to hold you back as you were shouting and trying to kick out at the person that had made you angry.

"Let go of me, Takashi! I'm gonna rip that shitty nerd's arms off, that's all!" You may have been trying to convince your boyfriend to let you go but the threat of removing the arms of the boy was keeping him from doing so. Even the boy who had annoyed you had begun to feel scared for his safety and so chose this moment to walk away.

"Oi! Get back here you damn extra! I'll kill you!"

Mitsuya simply held you until you calmed down, softly shushing you as you yelled out more threats. But when you finally had calmed down enough, that was when Mitsuya would begin to lecture you on how violence and threats were uncalled for in situations like that. Although he would express his gratitude that you stood up for him.

Smiley

You both would get on so well together. Same energy and love for violence and threatening people. in fact, you both would tell each other "I'll kill you" (affectionately of course) when the other was being annoying. The best type of relationship.

You would definitely give Smiley a nickname that only you would call him. And Nahoya would reciprocate with his own nicknames he had for you. They would definitely just be affectionate insults.

When you would be on dates, Smiley would love how you muttered under your breath about all the extras and nerds that were getting in your way. Sometimes you may actually call them that to their face if it was a particularly bad day, scaring the poor souls at how aggressive you seemed.

Nahoya would ride his bike with you clinging to his back. You would both ride around Shibuya, speeding around corners just to feel that adrenaline high you both would crave. Sometimes you would both find yourselves in a fight against people that made fun of you both.

Smiley loved watching how intense you became. It was like a switch flipped in your mind, turning you into a small ball of pure rage. Shouts of 'DIE' could be heard throughout the streets of Shibuya as you delivered blow after blow against your opponent. This was when he knew you were perfect for each other.

Angry

You would remind Souya of a female Nahoya, just without the constant smile. No, instead you would usually appear unapproachable with your resting bitch face.

Angry would be the sweeter of the two brothers and so would do anything to keep you safe. But that was easier said than done. As you were a lot like Nahoya, you would get annoyed easily and quickly resort to violence.

The main reasons why you ended up In fights was to protect your cute boyfriend. One comment on how he looked stupid with his angry expression and the person was seeing stars. There was no way you could let someone get away with making stupid comments about Souya! These damn extras needed to learn their place in the world!

Your anger made your vision red. The word 'die' seemed to become a lot more frequent, to the point where your victim was beginning to genuinely fear for their life.

Souya had to grab your arm to get you to stop. He was scared that you could end up getting hurt or worse, you could end up going through with your threat. He didn't know what he would do if you ended up in juvenile detention. Especially if you could be there for 10 years.

"Please stop Y/N!" The fact his voice was so teary is what had snapped you from this rage-filled trance. Turning your attention to the blue haired Kawata, you got off the now unconscious boy and decided it would be best to continue your hang out in an attempt to calm down.

Ran

He would love how you had two sides to you. One side was calm yet arrogant, similar to his own, while the other side happened to be his favourite. You would explode and takedown a handful of gang members on your own.

Ran wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone but you, but he found the second side so hot. Maybe it was how you moved so elegantly as you dodged each punch before dealing your own? Or maybe it was the strength you used behind each throw you aimed towards your opponent? Either way, he thought you were a damn work of art.

It really didn't take a lot to get you to switch. However, you made sure not to explode when Ran or Rindo was testing your patience. You may have agility and strength but you were nothing against their combo. However, Ran would never hurt you and Rindo would only gently restrain your limbs. It would definitely be just to show you that you were not on their level.

You often followed the brothers when they were going to deal with gangs that tried to muscle in on Roppongi. That could not be forgiven. After all, Roppongi belongs to the Haitani brothers.

While the brothers were busy with the leaders, you would be left to take out the others. It would be a struggle but you could manage most of them.

"You damn extras need to learn not to take what doesn't belong to you!" Another one had fallen. This continued until Ran and Rindo finally dealt with the leaders. It was an obvious victory for the brothers.

"You look so hot splattered with blood, baby," he would whisper in your ear before leaning back and sending a wink. You rolled your eyes before starting the journey back to their home.

Rindo

You were like his own personal guard dog. Not that he needed one but he did appreciate how you were always there for him. In fact, he loved that you didn't view him as the weaker brother and instead saw his amazing combat strength. You had to keep reminding him that Ran couldn't actually use his baton as efficiently without Rindo locking them down.

He had yet to really see you in action as the 'explosive princess' people knew you as. It did bother him a little but he never did express this disappointment outwardly. After all, he was a Haitani brother and so had to keep up appearances. Especially if he wanted to be viewed as an equal with Ran.

It was as he was on a date with you one day that he saw the mysterious explosive side of you. And he totally wasn't prepared for it.

It started when a high schooler had approached you both, telling you how you should ditch a weakling like Rindo to be with him. Rindo was about to kill this boy for even trying to get you to leave him as well as to prove that he wasn't weak.

However, he was left speechless when you had thrown a punch into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over and drop to his knees. You used your boot to push him onto his back before starting your assault on his face.

'Who do you think you are, you shitty extra! My Rindo is a hell of a lot stronger than your weak ass! Now do me a favour and die already!" Even as you were talking, fists smashing into his face as blood exploded from his nose and lips.

Rindo could only watch, not knowing whether to be terrified of you or to find this whole display extremely hot. The blood that covered your fists was a sight he wished he could see more often.

Once you were satisfied that the lesson had been learnt, you stood up and dusted your clothes. "Let's continue our date babe!" And now you were back to being the calm and sweet girl Rindo knew best.

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Eight types of love II Levi Ackerman

Summary: “There are eight types of love, and even though his life has been full of pain since the very beginning, he could say he experienced them all.”

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word count: + 5k

Author note: This is the first thing I’ve ever published and I’m really nervous, so I would really appreciate if you reblogged, liked and commented. Also, English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. Constructive criticism is really appreciated.

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1. AGAPE or Selfless love

His mother would tell him everyday that she loved him with everything she had, even though it was not a lot. He asked his mother what love was, what meant loving someone. She couldn’t explain it with exact words, she would tell him that love meant caring deeply for someone, even more than for yourself. She loved him and he loved her, that much was true. He asked if he could love more than one person, his mom told him that yes, you could love many people in your life and in different ways. Then, he proceeded to ask if she had ever loved anyone else besides him, she was quiet, like she was thinking the right answer and after a few minutes she said that she had or at least she thought she did, but she had never loved someone as much as she loved him. Love was a confusing thing for him and the more he asked, the more unclear it got.

The only thing he was sure of was that the only thing she loved was her mother. However, curious as he was, he would ask her questions about it all the time.

‘Is love the best thing in the world?’

‘Yes, Levi, it is the only thing that makes life worth it.’

‘Is love always good?’

‘Not always, sometimes it makes you sad.’

‘I don’t wanna be sad. I won’t love anyone else but you.’

‘You can’t choose who you love, sweetie.’

‘Love sucks.’

‘You will get it when you grow up.’

‘I’m already a grown-up.’

He tried to get it, but he couldn’t. He prided himself of being smart, his mom would always tell him that he was really clever and witty for his age. Then, how come he wasn’t able to understand love. It was just a four-letter word: L-O-V-E, it couldn’t have such a deep meaning. ‘Door’ had also four letters and it wasn’t hard to understand and ‘Scandalous’, pretty much the biggest word for him, had ten letters and he knew what it meant, he could even use it in a phrase.

His mom, noticing that he was about to collapse trying to figure out what has love, tried to come up with the best possible definition, one that would please his five-year old son.

‘Love is a selfless thing. Love means giving everything you have, to make the other person happy and content, even though you may not get back all you give. When you love someone, you only what the best for them. It can cause you pain too but loving someone and being loved back is one of the best things we can experience as humans. We may not have a lot, Levi, but we have each other and more important, we love one another and that makes us privileged.’

He understood it then, kind of, so the questions stopped.

However, when his mother’s body laid lifeless in bed, he regretted not making one last question: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’

Later, when he was under Kenny’s wing and after Kenny had left him at his own, he soon found an answer: no one would.

2. PHILIA or Affectionate love

After his mother’s death, after Kenny, after everything, he thought that love was out of his reach, something he could never have again. Then Isabel and Farlan happened.

Every single day since his mother died, he would ask himself if he would love again and if someone would love him back. However, at the same time, he wanted to know nothing about love, love brought pain and he had already suffered enough for a lifetime. He sometimes thought that he had an emptiness inside, a big hole where his heart should be, a room so big that no one could ever fill.

After his mom came Kenny, but he was sure he did not love him, at least not like he had loved his mother, and he was sure as hell Kenny did not love him back. Love was supposed to be selfless and caring and Kenny was selfish and did not give a damn about him, he proved him that when he left him alone, again.

Loneliness was a feeling he was already used to but being used to it didn’t mean he liked it. Then again, who would be dumb enough to love him? And he knew better than to love someone who would end up leaving him, like his mother did, like Kenny did.

Well, maybe he did love Kenny, but loving him was painful. While loving his mother was sweet, freeing and it brought him solace and comfort; loving Kenny was toxic and tough, when he thought about it, it troubled him. He gave him a home and he taught him how to survive in the Underground, he didn’t know why, but he raised him, and Kenny never did something freely, he was sure something was missing there, but he didn’t know what. It was stupid of him to think that he cared about him, but a little white lie never hurt anyone. Loving Kenny, seeing him as the paternal figure he never had, filled him with turmoil and changed the way he perceived love.

Love was weakness, it could bring you to your knees, he had learned that. It was pointless, why would you commit to something that would inevitably bring you sorrow? He wasn’t about to make the same mistake again, he knew better, the only person who would stay with him was himself and that wasn’t about to change.

Then Isabel and Farlan walked into his life. Well, Farlan walked, Isabel stumbled.

They became family. He knew better but he couldn’t help it. They were thick as thieves, literally. Suddenly, they became the family he yearned for since his mother died. He loved them with everything he had. Loving them was selfless as his mother said, he wanted the best for them, he wanted to see them happy, no matter the price. However, it was a different kind of love, it was pure affection. It wasn’t the adoration he had for his mother, nor the rage he felt for Kenny. It was tender and sweet, he never had a brother or a close friend to care about while growing up, but he thought it was supposed to feel like that, it had to be like that. It had to be another type of love. His mother told him that love was never the same, it had different shapes and, for him, at that moment love had Isabel and Farlan’s shape.

Sadly, nothing good lasts forever, at least not for him. Love causes pain and brings you to your knees, he shouldn’t have forgotten that. When he saw Isabel’s head laying on the floor surrounded by a puddle of her own blood, mouth agape, eyes wide open and pale face, he fell to his knees. He saw a supercut of him, Isabel and Farlan, all the good times, all the laughs they shared and all the stories they still had to write but they would never be able to do because they weren’t there, not anymore, they were gone like his mother, like Kenny. He was alone again.

Love always brought him to his knees and he would never forget it again. He wasn’t made for love; the same way love wasn’t made for him.

3. LUDUS or Playful love

Meeting you happened out of pure coincidence, being in the right place at the wrong time.

He had come from a long mission and he was completely and utterly fine, seriously, but Hange loved to make a big deal out of everything. Well, maybe he had an injury, but a minor one, nothing that he couldn’t take care of himself. He spent years in the Underground, he didn’t need a doctor, he could stitch himself up and place his bones back in place. However, Hange didn’t think the same and was nagging him about getting his injuries checked, so there he was, in one of the infirmary’s bed, waiting for the head doctor.

It wasn’t that he was scared of doctors or “hospitals”, he just didn’t like the idea of some stranger touching him or feeling hopeless and powerless, he didn’t like feeling like he needed help or advice, he could do it pretty much on his own. But Hange didn’t really trust his medical abilities and he knew that arguing with her was pointless.

‘Doctor Brunner couldn’t come since he is busy with some paperwork, so he sent me. I’m his trainee y/n y/ln.’

‘I’m not letting some failed attempt of medic treat my wounds.’

It wasn’t what people would call a ‘meet cute’ moment, it was more like a ‘meet jerk’. He wasn’t the best dealing with people, nor that he wanted to be, he preferred it that way. If you had been any other person, you wouldn’t have bitten back, but you had a sharp tongue and weren’t scared of him. That was probably what drew him in, he was so used to people recoiling in fear when they saw him that having someone that actually fought back was quite alluring.

‘Well, this failed attempt of a doctor knows more than you ever will, so act your age, stop being a bitch and let me tend your injuries.’

‘You have some nerve talking to me like that.’

‘You have some nerve coming to my workplace to insult me.’

During that first encounter none of you said much to each other. He wasn’t fond on talking and you didn’t like his attitude, so you didn’t try to strike a conversation. He had to admit that you were good at you job, you tended him with care and you knew what you were doing, not that he would tell you, at least not yet.

‘Well, not so bad for a failed attempt of a doctor.’

It was the closest thing to a compliment he could say, and it looked like you knew, because he swears that he saw you smile a little.

‘Aren’t you a pleasure to work with? The injury in your arm was pretty nasty and poorly treated, so luckily for you, you will have to drop by more times to check on you. These are my hours, if you want this failed attempt of a doctor to treat you, Captain. I could get used to see your friendly face now and then.’

He didn’t know if the last part was supposed to be interpreted as flirting, but he did come back to visit you, to keep an eye of his injury, obviously. However, if you asked Hange, she would say that you had caught his eye, he still says that at that point in your relationship you annoyed him too much to find himself interested in you.

His weekly visits turned into daily visits, so much for not liking you.

‘I’m starting to think I’ve managed to catch your attention, Captain.’

‘Tch, you’re just less annoying than the rest of the brats.’

‘Oh Captain, you really know how to make me blush.’

He lied. You did catch his attention and you both knew it. It wasn’t love, not at all, it was a gentle curiosity that grew a little bit every day, like a flower blossoming.

‘Tch, you only know to say shit with that mouth of yours.’

‘This mouth of mine knows to do a lot of things, want me show you, Captain?’

‘When you return from the expedition, you have to come to the infirmary to see your wounds and stop playing the hero, it’s bullshit.’

‘I’m starting to think you may have an obsession for doing check-ups on me, brat.’

‘You caught me, I only do them because I can’t keep my hands of you, Captain.’

‘Why do you always call me Captain? It’s annoying, I’m not your superior.’

‘I know, but I like teasing you with it, Captain.’

He cared for you more than he cared for other people in his life, he liked being with you, maybe that was another type of love. Loving his mother was selfless; loving Isabel and Farlan was affectionate; loving you, or whatever the hell he was felling, was playful, flirty and it filled him with joy.

Maybe it wasn’t love, but it was getting there.

4. MANIA or Obsessive love

Your relationship was frustrating everybody, absolutely every single person that knew about you two, everybody knew you had feelings for each other but none of you did something about it, you just kept tiptoeing around each other. It was painful to see. They didn’t know if you were oblivious, stupid, scared or if you were just messing with them, Hange believed the latter one because there was no way you two weren’t together already. The banter, the flirty remarks, the way he looked out for you and the way you took care of him.

‘What’s going on with you and y/n, Shorty?’

‘You tell me, Four-eyes’

‘Tell me the truth, y/n. Are you and Levi dating and just keeping it as a secret? Because I’m losing my mind.’

‘We aren’t dating, Hange.’

To be honest, Levi was losing his mind too. The playful game turned into something more serious, something more obsessive and he didn’t like it. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and what were you doing while he was busy with paperwork. On missions his mind wandered about your wellbeing and if you were fine. He couldn’t ignore the way his heartbeat became erratic whenever you were close to him or the way he would notice every single thing about you. He felt powerless, there was no way to stop it.

He, who always had a plan and knew to do, was helpless under something he could have prevented, or at least something he think he could have avoided. Deep down he knew that he would have fallen for you one way or another, some things are bound to happen, and love is one of them, but he didn’t want to admit that something as mundane as love could outpower him in his own life.

He was aware of how you felt about him, you weren’t scared to be vocal about it and it drove him mad, and by the way his stoic eyes would gleam and glisten while looking at you, you were certain it was mutual. He knew that if he said the word or gave you signal, you’d be his and he’d be yours, but he couldn’t give you what you wanted, and it was a matter of time before you got tired of him. You were young and beautiful, one the most outstanding creatures he had ever seen, you could do better than him and you’d realize soon enough. Life was too short to waste it on him.

‘What are you waiting for, Levi? Do something about it because it’s getting painful to watch.’

‘Get off my fucking case, Four-eyes.’

Everyone was waiting for him to do something, but he couldn’t. In those moments he remembered the question he wasn’t able to ask his mother: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’ His mother loved him, and she died, just like Isabel and Farlan, he couldn’t love you, because he’ll end up losing you, the same way he lost everyone else.

He was loveless.

But you weren’t, and you found someone to do what he couldn’t do, someone to love you like you deserved.

He didn’t know a lot about them. You looked happier and that was all he cared about. He thought that seeing you with another person would calm his heart and his desires, but they only got worse, there was no way of forgetting about you. You were everywhere.

‘C’mon Levi, do something.’

‘Didn’t I tell you to drop it, Hange?’

His visits stopped but you kept waiting for him, hoping he would come to his senses. You didn’t get it, you really didn’t. He had the opportunity, he could have taken the chance to be with you, but he didn’t, so you moved on, or tried to, you didn’t love your partner, but you could see yourself falling in love with them. However, you still missed Levi, not as a potential lover, but as a friend. The way he erased you from his life as you were nothing broke your heart. What did he want from you?

He wanted everything. He wanted all of you and yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He was just frozen in time while you kept moving. He met your partner, they came to visit you once, they were gentle and loving, they looked at you like you were the brightest star in the firmament. They held your hand and kissed your lips. They did all the things he wanted to do. He was jealous, but he didn’t have the right to say something, he had never had the right.

The way he looked at you made you feel guilty, like you were betraying him, and you were so confused and annoyed and angry and mad, and you really wanted to punch him in the face. So, you went to his room that night and stormed in.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

‘I should be asking that, I’m not the one barging in someone else’s room with no previous invitation.’

He had never seen you like that, so mad and full of rage and it was all directed to him and he knew it was his fault.

‘What do you want of me, Levi?’

He wanted everything.

He wanted you.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. Could you please stop making me lose my time?’

He saw it in your face, that was the last straw.

‘You’re selfish, an asshole, a prick and a lot of other things. But above it all, you’re a fucking coward, so much for Humanity’s Strongest. For fucks sake, Levi, I loved you, I still do, but I can’t keep waiting for someone who is too scared to do something about it. I want you and you want me too. What’s stopping you?’

He remembered again, the question he never had the chance to ask: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’

You loved him and you weren’t scared of it. But he was, and you were about to leave the room. You turned your back on him and it was now or never. He had to choose: would he let you walk away definitely of his life or would he do something?

For once, he didn’t think, he didn’t listen to his head, he listened to his heart. For so long he made himself believe that he didn’t have a heart, but his heart was right there, beating for you.

He kissed you and you kissed him back.

‘Mine.’

‘Yours.’

5. EROS or Passionate love

You both were private people, you didn’t want people talking about your relationship during its first stages, what you had was precious and new and you wanted to protect it from the world a little longer. That’s why no one really knew about the whole ordeal, well, they knew that something had shifted because you could be in the same room without making everyone uncomfortable with your unsolved issues, but they couldn’t pinpoint what had exactly changed, they just guessed that you sorted everything out, finally.

However, Hange did know what changed. She prided herself on knowing Levi, after many years working with him she had learned that Levi only talked through his body language, so she started paying attention to what his body said instead of listening to the words he spewed. Therefore, when she asked him if he was dating you and he said a short no, he knew he was lying. She noticed how he seemed more at ease, how you had broken up with your partner, the way he would gravitate towards you and that when he looked at you, his eyes weren’t filled with longing and remorse, they were shinier and less cold than usual. So, she obviously knew that something was up, but she kept quiet. She may talk way too much, and people could find her annoying, but at the end of the day she was a good friend, and she would respect that neither of you wanted to make things public.

Keeping things private was harder than he originally thought, he was distant and cold to everyone, but he couldn’t be cold and distant with you when you made him burn inside and he could only think about holding you close. It was weird for him, he had spent so many years deprived of touch that he couldn’t imagine himself getting addicted to it, but he was wrong, so wrong.

You knew that Levi was touch starved, you didn’t need to be a genius to notice. When you picked up his body language and started hearing about his childhood, everything came together: his mother died when he was very young, the most paternal figure he had was toxic and abusive to him and since Isabel and Farlan he didn’t let anyone in easily. Levi wasn’t used to someone doting him and you knew that if you started showering him with affection, it would probably scare him off a little, and that was the last thing you wanted. So, you started slowly: holding hands, gentle caresses, kisses in his cheek, hugs, light pecks on the lips and when you saw that he started getting more comfortable, things started scaling on their own, you let him mark the pace. It wasn’t a quick process, but it was worth it.

After a few months, Levi couldn’t keep his hands of you and he surely didn’t want you to keep your hands off him. This was a new kind of love, at first, on the early stages of your relationship it was playful, but then it evolved into something more passionate: quick pecks turned into open mouthed kisses; holding hands innocently turned into holding you close while you came undone under him again and again; kisses now went lower and lower, exploring new parts of you that he hadn’t seen and that no one else would. He didn’t think that touch could mean so much to him, but it did now, and he knew that couldn’t ever go back to a touchless life where you wouldn’t be there to love him.

6. PHILAUTIA or Self-love

He wasn’t neither deaf, blind or stupid. He could hear what people had to say about your relationship, how you deserved better than him; he could see his reflection on the mirror and how he wasn’t beautiful, at least not as much as you, he wasn’t the male that would make people swoon and he knew that you could have any man or female you wanted, but you chose him, out of every other person, you decided to be with him. He was a lucky bastard and you didn’t make good decisions, what a match.

You would look at him like he held the stars in the sky, and you would touch him like he was about to disappear in any moment, as if he were a dream you were afraid to wake up from. He didn’t get why him, he wasn’t the most handsome, nor the nicest, nor the easiest to love, and you still decided to keep him around. He liked to think that he was smart or cleverer than the average, and yet he couldn’t grasp his head around that the fact you loved him and just him, and that was it, it was as simple as that.

Whenever you heard the things people said about your partner, you went feral, because you knew all those comments fueled the self-hate Levi had. Being loveless for so long it obviously affected the perception he had of himself and you wanted to change that, because he deserved it, he deserved all the happiness in this dull world. He liked to play strong, but you saw through him, and even though he never acted upon them, it hurt him. You wished he could see himself through you eyes, because it caused you pain the mere idea of him thinking less of himself, that he wasn’t worthy of your love.

You would tell him every day how much you loved him, as if you were reciting a prayer to your own god.

‘I love you.’

‘You’re beautiful.’

‘I could stare at you for the rest of my life.’

‘I don’t know what I would do without you.’

You would tell him that he needed to love himself, see the good inside of him, he guessed that that was one the types of love he had yet to discover: self-love. He didn’t see himself capable of loving himself nearly the half of how much you loved him.

‘You know one reason why you should love yourself, because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been.’

He didn’t love himself, not yet, but if he was able to make you smile like that, he couldn’t be that unworthy of you.

7. STORGE or Familiar love

He had been avoiding love for as long as he could remember, and then you burst into his life with the force of a typhoon. Love had found him, and he couldn’t get away, you never can, it was a lesson that he had finally accepted.

For so long he saw love as something unnecessary, a burden for the soul. Love ruins you, it stabs you on the back, whenever he let his walls down, love would always take advantage of it and destroy him, bringing him closer to insanity, he had lost himself too many times by loving people and when he met you, he did not want the cycle to repeat itself. He didn’t want more Kuchels, Kennys, Isabels and Farlans, love was merciless, and he wasn’t interested in it, at least that was what he told to himself every day, that he was better off alone. Was all the pain worth it? He thought love came with a high price and he couldn’t afford it. However, things change, life happens, destiny has always something in the store, well, in his case he had someone.

You were his everything, the beacon that brought light in his life, for so long he had been lost, walking amongst shadows, nearly becoming one, and when you appeared you changed the rules of the game, of his game. Every wall he had built around himself came down and you filled every gap his heart was missing. It was the scariest thing he had ever done, letting you in, letting someone in, giving someone else the control of his own heart. You knew the power you held between your hands and you never abused it. You were his solace in this mad world, the oasis in the middle of the desert.

Loving him was not easy, he knew it, he was rude, sharp, too closed off, mean, he was what people liked to call a ‘fucking jerk’ and yet you never gave up on him, on what you had. Instead of leaving when you had the chance, you stayed through thick and thin: through sleepless nights, through his bad moods and grumpiness, through his biting remarks… .You didn’t ran way, you were too stubborn for that, instead you taught him more forms of love.

You were all of the ones he knew and more.

You were selfless, giving him every part of you and loving him with everything you had to offer.

You were his best friend, his companion, the better half of him.

You were playful, joyous, probably the only thing that could make him smile and bring him happiness.

You were consuming, like a fire burning inside of him.

You were passionate, intoxicating.

You were every form of love he had ever experienced, but nothing could have ever prepared him for the kind of love he was experiencing in that moment: the familiar one. The one you feel when you hold your newborn in your trembling hands. It was something he couldn’t describe, there weren’t words for it, he tried to, but he failed every single time.

This was the way his mom loved him, and then he knew how much he had meant for his own mother. While holding little Kuchel on his arms, he remembered all those days and nights on that dirty brothel, all the hours he spent by his mother’s side, how she would do everything to give him the best life and he soon realized there was nothing in this world he wouldn’t do for his daughter. It wasn’t the best of times to have a child, but in that moment, in that precise instant, when Kuchel opened her grey eyes, he was sure of one thing: he would tear everything and everyone down only to see her smile.

A knock on the door. Another one. Two minutes passed and then Hange, followed by Erwin, entered in the room.

‘Tch, Shitty-glasses, who gave you permission to come in?’

‘My authority as a god-mother.’

‘Don’t make me regret it.’

��She’s beautiful, what’s her name?’

‘Her name is Kuchel.’

Kuchel was his new world, he loved her so much that it was overwhelming, he would never love someone as much as he loved her, and no one would probably love with the same devotion Levi Ackerman loved his daughter.

‘You know, Kuchel, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I promise you that you will have the best life a man like me can give you. I may be a little cold, perhaps a little strict and you will probably get mad at me sometimes, but no matter what happens, I will love you through everything. And by the way, no dating until I’m dead because no brat will be good enough for you. You deserve the world Kuchel and I’ll give you everything it has to offer. Things may get hard, you aren’t born in the best circumstances, but I’ll protect you because you deserve the life I couldn’t live.’

Kuchel’s first word was ‘dadda’.

Kuchel’s first steps were pointed towards his father.

Kuchel’s favorite pastime was being in his father’s arms.

Kuchel could only sleep after his father had kissed her forehead.

And Kuchel would never love someone as much as he loved his father, because she loved him as much as he loved her.

8. PRAGMA or Enduring love

He was old and wrinkly, he was scarred, mutilated and there were days he couldn’t sleep because the nightmares were too real. But he was happy, he was married to the most beautiful and special person he had ever met, he had a loving daughter, a bunch of brats he was proud to call grandchildren and the tea shop he had always dreamed about.

Life hadn’t been fair to him. He had lost so many people he cared about, he had fought a war and he had had the weight of the world on his shoulders. But, after all, after the tortures, the adversities, the deaths… He had people who loved and whom he loved.

Love was worth it. He had finally learned that.

At his seventies he found out about the last kind of love, the enduring, the one that lasts and survives in time. He loved his family above everything, and he would love them long after his bones turn into ashes and no one remembers his name.

Then he recalled that question he never got to ask his mother: ‘if you died, do you think anyone would ever love me, mom?’

He looked at the sky and smiled.

‘After all someone was fool enough to love me mom, who would have thought?’

A gentle breeze caressed his skin and a single tear fell from his eye.

‘I guess that’s the way you have of answering the question.’

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ootori-sibs · 3 years ago

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Happy valentine's Day!

Here it is, the valentine's Day fic I promised. It's got some beni-kyoya cousins au, as well as hurt comfort and poly tamakyoharu.

Tw for mentions of lesphobia and the word wh*re.

"Good afternoon."

"Still so curt? No affection for your dear cousin? Tech, typical man."

Kyoya sighed, rolling his eyes behind his glasses. He sat in the club room, watching Tamaki fawn over his girlfriend more so than usual. It was valentine's day; a european holiday that Tamaki seemed to take very seriously. He had already had to put up with watching him pamper and praise Haruhi on white day, but this seemed worse for some reason. Tamaki used to only want to share his culture with Kyoya- and maybe it was a little selfish to think so; but Kyoya couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Did you know they were dating?"

"Who?" Beni asked, knowing damn well there was only one couple they both had emotional investments in. Even if Beni's was less of a crush and more of a saviour complex- Kyoya couldn't be bothered to judge her, she was the only one who really matched him in cruel commentary. "Your boyfriend and the maiden?"

Looking out at the room decked out in red and white- paper and glass hearts hanging from the ceiling as velvet cushions and silk tablecloths adorned each table. Kyoya could hear Tamaki telling Haruhi how beautiful he found her, and he could hear her dismissing him in that tired way that she does when she'd just a little too fatigued to fight his affections. She just sits there and accepts it. That makes Kyoya slightly nauseous.

"Ugh, he's not my boyfriend, Beni. You know this. If I was the one being subjected to this gross display of affections then you'd hear me complaining about it, instead I'm going to complain about Haruhi's new haircut."

"Yeah, whatever. The maiden got a haircut?"

"She has a name, but yeah; she just cut it even shorter and I'm pretty sure she shaved some of the lower parts- it looks like yours if your hair was roadkill."

Haruhi's hair wasn't even that bad, Kyoya actually thought Haruhi looked really nice like this, but it made him cringe to recall the colossal tantrum that Tamaki had thrown when he found out Haruhi didn't want to keep her hair at the length it had grown to- despite said length barely brushing her shoulders. The whistle from the other end of the phone made it a little more worth it though.

"Damn, you know you shouldn't bring a woman down just because you're a jealous little asshole, you know?"

Kyoya sighed heavily, "I'm sorry, is miss saviour complex kidnapper talking to me about this? You're the reason there's a myth about predatory lesbians."

Beni gasped at that and Kyoya had to bite back a smirk as the other hosts ran around teasing Tamaki and bothering Haruhi- at least they weren't bothering him.

"You bitch! You can't say that! I'm not the one crushing on an overly affectionate man! Bet you get all hot and bothered every time he hugs you- men like you are all perverts anyway."

"Are you ever going to get any new insults? You just say the same generalised thing every time, it's beginning to get boring."

"Oh yeah?" She responded, “give me something to work with then; what are your perverted gang of idiots up to anyway?"

"The morons?" He smiled a little, watching the twins making a show of enjoying the chocolates Haruhi made for each of them whilst Tamaki threw another tantrum. "Well thing one and two are annoying Tamaki as usual, it seems this time they can't even eat food without it being a performance."

"Gross!" Beni chuckled, "are they using it as an-"

"As an innuendo? Yep, I think they do it because Tamaki can't actually put any real stop to it without dropping that squeaky clean thing he's got going on."

"What squeaky clean thing?" Watching this nonsense was tiring, but Kyoya didn't mind much, at least it was better than watching Haruhi receive unwarranted attention. "He's the closest he can get to being a hooker without the school board putting their foot down."

"You think so? Have you met his father? You know; head of the school board? School chairman? Mr Yuzuru South himself? Apple doesn't fall all too far I'm afraid."

"Oooh!" Beni seemed amused by that as Kyoya turned his attention back to the finances- trying to tune out the sound of his friends. "So you're willing to mock your boyfriend and his family?"

"A: he's not my boyfriend, B: I'm self aware enough to see how ridiculous he is- they all are."

"Kyoya, that's incredibly contradictory; you can't say you're self aware and then deny that he's your boyfriend."

"He's literally in a relationship with Haruhi, I don't know how else I can explain that to you- or are you just that dense? Maybe you're in denial; is it too upsetting that straight people exist?"

"Yes actually."

Raising a coffee cup to his lips, Kyoya had to genuinely hold back laughter at that, coughing on a mouthful of the stuff and raising his cup in response to Mori glancing at him in concern. Big dumb bastard…

"I'll toast to that, fair enough. Although really, what makes you think he's my boyfriend?"

A pause, Kyoya glanced back over at the club to see that Honey had begun to 'help' Haruhi but the sweets away while the twins bickered about where or not the cups all came from the same set- it was nice to see them bicker for once…

"Doesn't he literally kiss you on the hands and cheeks and stuff sometimes?"

Kyoya almost choked for the second time during that short while they'd been talking, coughing slightly as Mori looked at him again. "Shut up, Mori-senpai keeps looking at me; he's going to hear us."

"He's literally half mute! He's not gonna say shit!"

"Good point, you have a point there," Kyoya had to agree. He sighed and gazed over at Haruhi and- shit where did Tamaki go?

"Mon Ami!" Arms suddenly wrapped around Kyoya, holding him tight as Tamaki hugged him from behind, taking Kyoya by surprise. "Who are you talking to? You're missing out on all our fun!"

On the other end of the phone, Beni snorted. Kyoya sighed and looked up at Tamaki in annoyance, "that's none of your concern, I would like to get back to my phone call if you don't mind."

Beni chuckled, listening to the conversation, "oh no, by all means; spend more time with your boyfriend."

Putting the phone down, face down, Kyoya sighs and glared up at Tamaki, "is there something you need?"

Tamaki pouted at that, whining. "Maaammaa! You're so meeaann! I just wanna hang out with youu!"

"Ugh," Kyoya rolled his eyes, getting really annoyed with the fact that Tamaki still decided to show him so much attention despite the fact that he was so far out of Kyoya's reach. "Shouldn't you be showering your girlfriend with attention right now? Before she starts to get jealous."

Making a sound not unlike a kicked puppy, Tamaki slinked away from Kyoya and returned to Haruhi's side, where she awkwardly pats him on the back. They were talking now, and Kyoya couldn't make out the words, so why should he care? He picked up the phone again, sighing and continuing the conversation with Beni, "I'm getting tired of this shit, he keeps trying to pester me when he's got Haruhi to pester."

"He's your boyfriend, you idiot, of course he wants to 'shower you with affections' as you so lovingly put it."

"Will you shut up about that?" Kyoya snapped back, getting really tired, and really damn upset with it at this point. "If he was, then Haruhi wouldn't be in the goddamn picture, would she?"

Beni's tone noticeably softened, and she sighed, "oh you stupid whore…" he could hear her take a deep breath before she spoke, "you know how I have two girlfriends, right?"

"Uh huh?"

"Is it really so impossible that the moron is under the impression that he's dating the both of you? And just haven't actually told you that yet?"

"Oh come on, I know he's dumb but he's not that dumb. You're just mocking me now, and not even in an entertaining way, leave me alone now."

And with that, Kyoya hung up. He sighed and leant back in his chair, accidentally making eye contact with Mori, who looked almost confused. Although it was hard to read any emotion on that guy's face. "Oh come on," Kyoya defended himself, partly to Mori but mostly to himself, "I'm right, aren't I?"

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A few moments later, the time came to leave and Kyoya put his laptop back into his bag- sighing. He had maybe been too harsh today; what with him snapping at both Tamaki and Beni, but they were both annoying him, and he had a right to not be annoyed. It didn't matter, he was going to go home, he was going to eat the sweets he'd received from the guests and the cookies his sister made him every year, then he was going to read a trashy romance novel and then head to bed. It was his yearly tradition for both white day and valentine's day, he wasn't usually a romantic man, but entire days surrounding love were upsetting- he couldn't help but feel lonely.

Today was going to be worse, it was already worse. Tamaki was with Haruhi now, there wasn't even going to be any hanging out for an hour or two before Tamaki had to leave so he could go home and have dinner. Kyoya was going to be completely alone, not even with any hope of phoning his best friend- even if Haruhi and Tamaki didn't spend that much time together, there was no way Tamaki would want to talk to him after the way he'd snapped. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when Haruhi approached him, so when she put her hand on his arm gently, he jumped

"Oh, sorry senpai, I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?"

Kyoya frowned, trying not to look too angry. "Ah, no no, it's fine. Did you need anything?"

"Yeah, actually." She paused, her expression clearly one of stress. "You seemed annoyed with me today, is everything okay?"

Of all people, why did Haruhi have to notice? Kyoya sighed, his anger mostly just stress at this point. "No, nothings wrong. I have no issue with you- if you mean what I said to Tamaki then it should be clear I have no qualm with you."

"Mori-senpai said you were jealous of me." She spoke so bluntly, but gently too. Almost like she didn't realise that what she said was like she was trying to start a fight- it sounded like she was trying to be comforting.

Kyoya bristled, sighing and gritting his teeth. "Mori rarely makes observations, are you sure that's what he said?"

Haruhi sighed, massaging her temples and glancing over at Tamaki, "do you have anything to say?"

It was only then that Kyoya realised that Tamaki was still there, laying across a chaise lounge, looking incredibly upset. Panic began to rise in Kyoya; Tamaki must hate him by now, now there's no way they could even stay friends. He'd ruined it…

"Are we friends, Kyoya?"

Adjusting his uniform, Kyoya tried to compose himself, walking over to where the king was lounging. "Well I should hope so, you haven't stopped going on about how close we are since we met. Although I noticed you haven't used the word friend in quite a while, perhaps you've found some fault in me?" That last question came off a little weaker sounding than he had hoped, he didn't want to sound upset or scared. He watched Tamaki's reaction quietly, hoping he wouldn't catch his shadow's fear.

"Oh…" was all Tamaki said in response, sitting up and staring at Kyoya as if he'd just had an epiphany. Kyoya mentally changed his plans for the evening- maybe he could have a breakdown instead of reading the romance novel he'd set aside? That would probably take up the same amount of time. Tamaki was looking at Haruhi now, looking incredibly guilty for some reason. "You were right, I didn't think…"

"No, that's right," Haruhi confirmed, sounding a little annoyed now, "you didn't think." She sighed, walking over and gently guiding Kyoya to the opposite chaise lounge as she did, sitting next to him. "Kyoya-senpai you will not believe what he thought."

"Oh?" Kyoya asked curiously, his heart was in the process of crumbling into even smaller pieces than before, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to know what on earth had annoyed Haruhi this time.

"Do you want to tell him?"

"Can you..?"

Haruhi sighed, patting Kyoya gently on the knee. "I'm so sorry senpai, Tamaki was under the impression that the two of you had already been dating for quite a while, but it seemed he never said anything or actually asked you. So this moron believed you were with him, just like I was. That was why he had asked you how you felt about me becoming his girlfriend."

Kyoya remembered being asked that question, he had assumed that Tamaki was asking his friend for advice. He couldn't have imagined…

"Beni was right…"

"Huh?"

"Beni? The girl from lobelia??"

"Yes, she kept referring to you as my boyfriend and it was getting really annoying because-"

"-because you thought he was out of reach?" Haruhi finished his sentence for him, looking simultaneously annoyed, amused and sympathetic. "Yeah, I figured that was the case as soon as Mori-senpai told me what he'd heard."

"Kyooyyyaaaa!" Tamaki practically flung himself at Kyoya, sobbing, "Mon Ami! Mon amour! I'm so sorry! That must have been so painful for you!" The boy now had his head in Kyoya's lap, kneeling at the shadow king's feet. Kyoya felt almost like he was in shock, his mind completely refusing to process what was happening.

"You…" he started, feeling the looks he got from them both, "you never said anything… you never kissed me… or anything…" he paused. No, he was right. Tamaki hadn't even tried to be romantic, had he? Not to Kyoya's knowledge. "How the hell was I supposed to know any of this?"

Haruhi nodded, "well he's got a point." She then turned to Kyoya, sighing, "he hasn't kissed me yet either, I asked if he'd kissed you yet and he said he can't decide who should get his first kiss." A pause, all three of them coming to the same conclusion at the same time; "I think you should have it, if you still want it."

Tamaki stood now, placing one hand on Kyoya's cheek, "would that be enough, Kyoya? Could I make it up to you that way? It was such a stupid thing… I really thought you knew."

"Of course, it's up to you whether you even like the situation Tamaki's constructed, you're free to leave if you want."

Kyoya paused, looking at both of them in hesitation. He loved Tamaki so much, and if he thought about it; he really liked Haruhi as well. But the way this was happening… he wasn't sure. Everything was uneven, tilted. He didn't know what he could really do and frankly, he felt cornered.

"Tamaki…" he started, pulling Tamaki's hand away from his cheek, "can you please sit down? I need some room to breathe."

A gasp, as Tamaki scrambled back to the chaise lounge, nodding. "Of course, of course. I'm sorry." Haruhi leant back without even being asked, ever the sensible one.

Kyoya sighed, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. "I hope you realise the position you've put me in." He glanced to the both of them, noting their expressions. "Do you have any plans for this evening or are you going to wait for my answer the entire night?"

Haruhi spoke up, "well we were just going to spend some time at Tamaki's place, have some dinner there and things like that- I told him he has to talk to you about the whole ordeal because he was worrying you weren't going to come when asked because you seemed mad at him- and I realised you might not be on the same page as him."

"So your plans involve me?" Kyoya hadn't even considered that to be an option, he realised they had to have had plans, but the fact that Tamaki thought Kyoya was with them hadn't fully sunk in so he hadn't… oh, all the times Tamaki spent valentine's day at Kyoya's home… Kyoya had never felt so loved so suddenly. "You're an idiot Tamaki, a real idiot, do you know that?"

His tone held absolutely no anger, and Tamaki could tell that, nodding in response, the shame still plain on his face. "Yes, I know… I'm sorry Kyoya."

"You should have just said something, I'm observant but I'm not a fucking miracle worker." It was the first time they'd ever heard Kyoya swear and it clearly shocked the two of them quite a bit. "If I was unable to realise when my own cousin tried to kidnap Haruhi, why the hell do you think I'd be able to notice that you were being romantic towards me? You're a touchy person with your friends; how was I supposed to tell the difference?"

"Oh… I guess that makes sense…" Tamaki sighed, it seemed that the point had fully sunk in for him.

Haruhi interrupted the moment with her own epiphany, "hey wait! Is Beni your cousin?"

“Yes?” Kyoya looked at her, a little confused that she couldn’t tell. “Didn’t you know? We talk quite often.”

“Why didn’t you make her leave Haruhi alone!” Tamaki whined, “you didn’t even say anything!”

Kyoya raised an eyebrow at that, looking Tamaki up and down until the king realised what he’d just said and sunk back into his seat. “It wasn’t really any of your business to be fair, and to be honest, I’ve been pointing out her hypocrisy for a long time now.” A pause, and he decided to steer the conversation back on course, “so you want me to spend this evening with you both? You want-”

“-we want to know if you’d actually want the relationship Tamaki thought he had.”

Thinking about it, Kyoya realised that it was all he’d ever wanted. For all he acted blunt and cruel, he had only ever wanted to be loved… and they were both offering. His eyes burnt as he nodded slowly, “you’re stupid, you’re both so stupid…”

Tamaki smiled in amusement at that, looking so happy, “we love you too, Kyoya.”

Haruhi sighed, standing up and rolling her eyes. If it wasn’t for her smile, she might look annoyed. “Come on then boys, before they lock us in here.” She picked up Kyoya’s bag, holding it out to him. He took it and began following her out of the room, with Tamaki close behind them.

On the way to the limo, they were silent, just settling into their roles. Kyoya contemplated his position within this odd relationship. It had been a strange start, but he really hoped it would go well. His last boyfriend had a fiance and that sort of worked for a while, although this time Kyoya was going to be dating both people in the relationship and he was significantly older than he was last time, so it was probably going to be a slightly more mature relationship. Haruhi’s hands brushed against his own as they walked, and Kyoya felt his heart flutter in a way he hadn’t known since he first developed a crush on Tamaki- although he remembered feeling something similar when Haruhi called him out that one time…

Sitting in the limo, Tamaki clung to him. It seemed he’d just clocked on to the fact that Kyoya had denied the affection he offered because he thought Haruhi would get jealous. He didn't mind the affection now, especially not when Haruhi sat opposite to him, smiling fondly at the both of them. In fact, Kyoya dared to lean into the touch, his thumb gently rubbing the back of Tamaki's hand as the boy snuggled up close to him.

In Tamaki's bedroom, they sat down and shared a pot of tea. Tamaki placed a pile of chocolate boxes on the table, "these are from our guests, you can have as many as you like."

"We have our own boxes?" Kyoya questioned, wondering what loving nonsense Tamaki had come up with now.

"Yes, of course, but does the idea of lovers sharing the chocolates of admirers not appeal to you? Is it not romantic?"

At that notice, Kyoya couldn't help but chuckle. "You idiot, neither of us even like sweets that much."

"Yeah," Haruhi nodded, "I don't even know what I'm going to do with all my chocolates. What do you usually do, Kyoya-senpai?"

At that, Kyoya flushed a little. In truth, he had a bit of a sweet tooth. He always said he didn't like sweets because it made him look more mature, he wasn't sure how to respond to Haruhi's question without telling her that. "Well…"

"Eh," Haruhi, dismissed him, thinking to herself out loud, "I can just give it to my dad. But yeah, Tamaki, I don't think either of us want chocolate."

"Hmm," Tamaki paused, clearly thinking. He took one of the boxes and opened it; the chocolates inside were of the shiniest, richest chocolate Kyoya had ever seen. He never got chocolates like that from his admirers- he had a surprising few compared to the rest of the club. It was dusted with pink shimmer that gave the chocolates a mouthwatering sheen. "Not even one box?"

Kyoya could imagine what they might feel like in his mouth, and he wanted more than anything to reach out and take it. He couldn't, however, because doing so would mean letting his guard down further and admitting to wanting something- huh… it was just like earlier.

Tamaki was smarter than he looked, smiling a deviously charming smile as he took one of the chocolates out of the box, leaning over the table and holding out to Kyoya. "Are you sure you don't want one, mon amour? You're allowed to indulge."

"I…" Kyoya wasn't sure why, but his face flushed brighter than before, "Tamaki!" He huffed out, unsure how else to respond as the king chuckled slightly.

Haruhi seemed amused by this as well, but her tone was much softer than Tamaki's, "well if you want chocolate then no one's going to judge you, it's almost cute, senpai."

Rolling his eyes, Kyoya leaned forward and silently ate the chocolate Tamaki was holding as the king himself was looking at Haruhi and Haruhi herself watched in growing amusement. Tamaki seemed to be surprised by that, turning a bright shade of red and throwing himself across the room in his usual dramatic fashion. As for Kyoya, he felt himself melting into bliss as a rare treat graced his tongue, sweet and bitter chocolate with a dark red cherry syrup and a smooth, velvety texture that coated his mouth in a way that he knew he'd regret about ten minutes from now. It was wonderful…

"Tamaki…" Haruhi started, breaking both of her boys out of their thoughts, "did you do that so he'd taste more like chocolate than coffee when you kiss him?"

"I…" Tamaki paused, looking both confused and embarrassed, "maybe?"

Oh, the kiss. Kyoya had almost forgotten; Tamaki wanted Kyoya to be the first person he kissed in the relationship, to make up for the misunderstanding. He had almost forgotten about that, it made him smile. How comforting to think that this was Tamaki's response to seeing Kyoya had been upset.

They must have noticed his smile, because both of them were smiling now as Tamaki tucked his hand under Kyoya's chin, turning his head to face him. "Tamaki," Kyoya started, rolling his eyes in amusement, "you know those tricks don't work on me."

"Oh?" Tamaki raised an eyebrow, "why is it that you've turned pink then, mon beau? Is it that you want that kiss now, perhaps?"

"Perhaps I do."

#kyoya ootori #ouran high school host club #haruhi fujioka #tamaki souh #tamakyoharu

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shiningsatori · 4 years ago

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Kokuhaku

Hellooooo! This is the first... fic? imagine? what are they called? I don’t know :( but it’s my first time writing here so please don’t be too harsh, pleeease!

I just wanted to say that I love Satori so much and I need to read more things about him :( that’s how I ended up writing about him. It’s not a big thing, just something that came to my mind while I was at work today and I had the urge to share it.

Also, English is not my first language so bear with me please, I’m trying my best.

Warnings: angst?? I think. Rejection.

Pairing: Satori Tendo x Reader

“I like you, Satori”

What were you saying? Was this some kind of a prank? No, he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. Then, why would you say something like that?

He felt dizzy.

You looked at him and frowned.

“Are you okay? Is this making you feel uncomfortable?” He didn’t answer, he was speechless and you took that as a yes. “I’m sorry, I never meant to make you feel weird or anything” you sighed. “I just wanted to tell you how I felt because it was getting harder for me to keep it as a secret.”

He wanted to say something, he really did. But he couldn’t. He wanted to tell you that he felt the same way about you, but in reality he was scared.

He had been in this exact position years ago. A girl confessed her feelings to him next to the cherry tree that was just blossoming during spring. He was young and naïve. He really thought that someone could see him as a person and not a monster. So he believed her and gladly accepted her confession, asking her out on a date immediately.

But she never showed up.

He waited for her outside the cinema for at least 2 hours. She never answered his calls or texts.

When he finally saw her at school the next day, he finally understood that she didn’t mean any of the words she told him. She didn’t like him. She didn’t have a crush on him. She was just making fun of him with her group of friends.

He was devastated but he didn’t show it. He wasn’t going to give her or any other person the satisfaction of seeing him break.

So, he moved on. His heart and mind dedicated to volleyball, nothing else.

Until you came around.

You were the new girl in school and you were very quiet. It’s not like you were shy; he had seen that after you had a full debate against one of your classmates and destroyed the poor guy. You weren’t afraid of giving your opinion during classes, you weren’t scared of making mistakes and he liked that, but he decided to keep it to himself and not take any risks.

But then you asked him to be your partner during chemistry class, and saying things like “you look really smart and I honestly don’t want to be stuck again with an idiot and do all the work by myself” and he wanted to say no, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. So, he accepted.

You didn’t even notice the weird looks the other students were giving you. You just sat down next to him and started to talk about the project.

That was the beginning of your friendship. Since that day you started to sit next to him at lunch, and you even introduced yourself to his teammates, not feeling intimidated by Wakatoshi’s stern stare. Then you two started to hang out after classes, on the weekends or when he had time off from practice. It was nice being around you, you were really funny and smart, and surprisingly very affectionate. He liked that, even though the first time you hugged him he felt like his heart was going to explode. After that, it became a normal thing for you two to hug each other. Sometimes you would just sit next to him and place your head against his arm while talking about your day. Jesus, even Wakatoshi noticed and asked if you two were dating. Satori kind of freaked out and started to feel the flush spreading over his face, but you calmly said “not yet” and stared back at Wakatoshi.

Satori didn’t notice you were blushing and of course he didn’t even know you were beating yourself up mentally because you thought that you would scare him away. That was the last thing you wanted to do. You really liked Satori, but you had noticed the way he acted around other people. He was always cheerful and loud, but you knew that deep down he was scared and hurt. Besides, people had let you know what had happened years ago next to the cherry tree and you didn’t understand how someone could be so cruel to another person. Many people had also let you know that Satori looked like a monster and was scary, but you didn’t understand what they meant. Sure, he was weird and loud, but he wasn’t scary or even close to being a monster. He was caring, funny, smart and cute. And you wanted him to know that.

That is how you ended up here, telling him how much you like him, right outside of his favorite manga store, a place where you both had spent a lot of evenings reading and talking.

“Satori, can you please say something?” you asked nervously. You felt uneasy, you felt like you just ruined your whole friendship with him, and even though you wanted to be more than that, you still hoped that at least you would remain as friends if he did, in fact, reject you.

“Um, yeah, sorry, I was a little taken aback by that confession” he laughed a little.

“So…?” you bite your lower lip as you looked up to him. He was blushing and the tip of this nose was red, and you honestly didn’t know if it was for the cold winter wind or by your words.

“So what?” he stared back at you and you felt your heart ache. Was he seriously going to brush off your feelings like that? You honestly didn’t even know if he was rejecting you. “why are you looking at me that?” he asked a little worried.

“Like what?” you frowned. Was he being serious? You felt the tears starting to blur your sight.

“I-I don’t know… like that!” he stammered and pointed his finger at you.

“Like I just confessed my love to a guy and he is clearly ignoring me?” your voice startled him and he looked down. He didn’t want to hurt you or see you cry.

You sighed as you took a step forward and raised your right hand to touch his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned against your palm, surprised at how warm it was despite how freezing it was outside.

“Satori, I really like you and I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, but, please, I’m begging you, say something. I promise I won’t get mad at you for rejecting me, but I need to know how you feel. Please” You heart is aching and you honestly no longer know if it is because the idea of getting rejected or because he looks so devastated and lost right now.

He slowly opened his eyes and he felt like crying. You looked so sad and your pleading eyes just made him feel like the worst person on earth. He was an idiot. He was hurting you and he didn’t even mean to do that. Why was he so scared? He knew you wouldn’t hurt him like the other girl did. He knew your heart was in the right place and had no bad intentions with him... but maybe that was the reason why he couldn’t bring himself to accept your confession. You were too good for him. Too good for a monster. You deserved someone better than him. You shouldn’t be stuck with someone like him.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way about you” he said while looking directly at you. “I think you are a great friend, but that’s all. I never meant to lead you on. I’m really sorry” It took him an incredibly amount of will power to take a step back and see how you lost all your hope for a positive answer.

“It’s okay, Satori. I understand.” you tried to smile and show him that it was indeed okay, but you couldn’t. You wanted to cry and suddenly you felt like an idiot. You should’ve just kept it to yourself. “I honestly hope this doesn’t affect our friendship. I can handle rejection, but I can’t handle losing a friend.” a small laugh escaped past your lips and you thought that maybe everything was going to be okay. You were going to get over it, you knew that, but it still hurt like a bitch and deep down you knew that it was going to be hard to be around him for a while.

“If that’s okay with you then I’m okay with it” he said while he put his cold hands inside his jacket’s pockets. You just nodded and sighed. “shall we go back to our dorms? I’m freezing and the team would kill me if I get sick” he shivered.

“Yeah, it’s actually getting late. Let’s go” you smiled at him and he smiled back.

It was going to be okay.

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plenaurum · 3 years ago

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What Love Is: Pt 2/2

Might be an epilogue after this. I just wanted to get this out. Sorry it’s so long. Antoine Dawson. Word count: 3k. Part 1 here. Enjoy! Feedback appreciated but not required.

It has been over a week since she cut him loose. Throughout the week, she has had to dodge phone calls, FaceTime requests, text messages, direct messages, even comments under her Instagram posts from Antoine.

Funny how he gives a damn now.

Refusing to entertain him any longer, she avoided reading any of his messages, cutting her eyes away from words like “Y/N, I’m so—”, “I love—“, “Please can we ta—“, before she could get too far and let him pull her in too deep. Again.

So she blocked him. On everything. She unmatched him on Lovelink, blocked his phone number, his e-mail, all of his socials, even going as far as to private her social media accounts. She didn’t want to give him any wiggle room to slide back into her life.

And she refused to let the pain of having to let him go, of not being able to talk to him again, to see his face again, to hear his voice affectionately call her name in a way only he can, get in the way of her anger. Because she is angry. And heartbroken.

She would weather any internal storm if it meant not having to go through heartbreak like that again.

So she persisted.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be ok?” Jake asks.

They have just finished up a movie night with their friends Grace and Jasmin. They insisted that they have one because “you can’t spend your life wallowing over a fucker that couldn’t appreciate a bad bitch when he had one,” Jasmin said.

They’ve been pretty damn upset with Antoine, and make their disdain known whenever his name is brought up. Jasmin especially.

“This too shall pass,” Grace said ominously, curled up on the floor with a cup of toffee ice-cream.

“Is that Shakespear?” Jasmin looked over at her curiously, licking the remnants of the popcorn from her fingertips.

“It’s from the Bible!” Jake exclaimed. He was sitting on the floor next to Y/N’s legs, head leaning against her lap like a cat. Y/N let out a chuckle, a grin pulling at her lips as appreciation for her friends welled up in her chest.

It’s been about 20 minutes since Grace and Jasmin took off, Grace having to work on her thesis and Jasmin having a meeting with her model agency in the morning. They each departed with a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Jake stayed behind, however.

“I’ll be fine, Jake.” Shaking off the memory, Y/N gathers the rest of the dishes into the sink. “You don’t have to babysit me.”

Jake leans against the counter next to her, a friendly warmth radiating from him. “It’s not babysitting when it’s your friend, Y/N.” He begins to help her with the dishes, their arms occasionally brushing against each other as they move in-sync. Y/N felt a rush of affection at him for being so kind.

Jake. Always such a softy.

“Besides, I don’t have my date for another hour, so I don’t have to leave just yet.” Jake turns his head and quirks a smile at her, eyebrows dancing playfully. “I could always kick your ass in another round of Uno.”

Y/N can’t help but laugh. “You know damn well it’ll be the other way around, Romeo.” Jake shrugs, a triumphant grin still on his face. He doesn’t really care about winning so much as he does about making that sad look on her face go away.

“Besides, shouldn’t you be preparing for your Juliet?” She says teasingly.

Putting away the last dish, Jake avoids her eyes, a blush dancing on his cheeks. “They’re not Juliet. They’re just helping me film.” He mutters.

Another giggle bursts out of her chest. “You mean they’re not Juliet yet.” He rolls his eyes, a bashful grin breaking through.

“How is it going with them by the way?” She asks.

He perks up adoringly, jumps to sit on top of the counter, eyes shining. “It’s going so well!” He says excitedly. He goes on to talk about the person he met from Lovelink, ironically the same site that she met Antoine on. She listens to him talk, feeling the heaviness from her chest lighten up a little at how happy he is, how utterly smitten he is.

At least one of them can have their happy ending. She smiles softly, a little sad. “I’m really happy for you Jake.” She says sincerely. “You deserve this.”

He stops talking and just looks at her, a soft look on his face at her tone. “You deserve it too, you know.” She just smiles at him, a faraway look in her eyes.

“I’ll get there eventually.” She affirms. He slides off the counter and pulls her into his arms. She didn’t know how much she needed a hug until now. Burying her face into his neck, she sighs, the heaviness in her chest lifts significantly.

“I know you will,” He whispers.

They stay like that for a few moments until they hear a knock at the door. They pull away from each other, looking at it quizzically. “Are you expecting anyone?” He asks.

“No. It was just you guys.” Besides, it’s almost 9pm. There’s another knock at the door, this one more persistent. Jake furrows his brow. “Are you gonna get it or should I?”

“No, I got it.”

Letting go of his hand, she goes for the door, and opens it without even looking through the keyhole, curiosity getting the better of her. “What can I do fo--” Her eyes lock with Antoine’s icy blues.

An icy feeling shoots it’s way through her body. She’s frozen, staring at him, heart beating out of her chest. She can’t breathe.

Then she feels a presence at her back and Jake’s hand on her shoulder. She lets the warmth of his hand spread through her body, soothing her. He knows who it is, if the pictures are anything to go by.

She watches Antoine’s eyes shoot to where Jake is touching her.

Everybody’s frozen, waiting for someone to make the first move. Then Antoine clears his throat, shifting on his feet. “Um,” he stammers, face reddening. “Is this a bad time?”

Jake stiffens, face hardening a bit. He shoots a look at Y/N, who turns around to look at him. They seem to have a silent conversation, his eyes saying are you sure about this? To which she replies I’ll be fine. I got this. He nods.

“No. I’ll see you later Y/N,” She hears him say, still staring at Antoine. He meets her eyes, his own unreadable. She nods at Jake, turning to give him a weak smile. He returns it, then parts with a quick peck on her cheek. He shoots a sly look at Antoine, and says, “See ya.” Then, brushing past Antoine’s tense body, he’s off.

Taking a deep calming breath, she pulls herself together enough to say “Do you wanna come in?” He gives her a smile and nods. Stepping aside, she lets him in, making sure to press herself against the open door to prevent any contact between them.

Closing the door, she turns to look at him to see that his eyes have been on her the entire time, seemingly drinking her in. Ignoring the tingles that spread through her body, she crosses her arms and fixes him with a hard look.

“What are you doing here, Antoine?” She thought he was in Nepal. Probably chasing some baby animal and getting himself stuck in a cave, she thinks bitterly.

“I wanted to see you,” he replies. Giving her another once over, he smiles softly at her. “How are you? How have you been?”

“Fine. Good.” She says sharply, ignoring his flinch. “What do you need?” She repeats.

Hands shoved into his pockets, biting his lip, he looks toward his feet, obviously unsure. “I deserve that,” he mutters to himself.

Deciding to cut him some slack and be a good host to an otherwise unwelcome guest, she clenches her jaw and bites out “Do you want a drink?”

His shoulders fall away from his ears, hope all over his face. “Please.”

She says nothing else and instead, giving him a wide berth, walks to the kitchen. It must be obvious that she wants her space, because Antoine keeps a careful distance between them, following her lead. He doesn’t want to set her off and kick him out when he misses her so much.

Yanking out two glasses, she pours a glass of one for each of them, ignoring his watchful eyes, filling her own cup to the brim. She passes the other to Antoine, his fingers brushing against hers when he takes it, almost as if he can’t help himself. She yanks her hand back and takes a long sip.

She decides to take a seat. No use being uncomfortable in your own damn house. She fixes him with another hard look and says: “Sit down.” He obeys, taking the seat across from her at the counter. He hasn’t taken a sip of his drink yet.

A few moments pass in tense silence. She has a lot of questions for him that she refuses to ask out loud, like Why did you insist on keeping me around if you were just gonna keep running from me? Was I not enough for you? Why would you say one thing and then do the complete opposite? Why? Why? Why? But she won’t ask. She’s done looking weak, being weak for him.

She feels him staring at her. Looking toward the ceiling to keep the tears at bay, she takes another long sip of her wine, reveling in the warmth settling in her belly.

“Why are you here, Antoine?” She asks again quietly, looking down at her drink.

“Who was that?” He blurts out instead of answering the question. He looks almost guilty, like he knows he should’ve kept to himself.

“Who was who?” She says cooly.

“That—that guy. Is he—? Are you—?” He’s stammering, tongue not cooperating with him.

She looks at him incredulously. Is he serious?

She’s silent for a moment, wanting to be petty and reply with what’s it to you? We’re not together anymore! I’m not even sure if we were together at all! But instead, allowing herself a moment of weakness and not being able to bear the pain of him thinking that she’s moved on so fast, she just says: “That’s Jake. Remember?” She’s told him about her friends at the beginning stages of their relationship, making it clear that while she and Jake are really close, they’ve never thought about one another that way. Besides, they’re both in love with other people.

The relief he feels is painfully obvious. “Oh.” He says dumbly. “Oh.” He repeats to himself. He lets out a breath, as if he’s been holding it in anticipation of her answer.

She doesn’t say anything back.

He tries to catch her eye again. “Listen, I want to tell you something.” She cuts her eyes back to him. “And I know I’m not in a position to be making any demands right now, but I just need about five minutes, okay? Then I’ll go, no problem.” His eyes are wide, almost pleading for her to listen.

She grinds her teeth, wanting to be difficult, but also wanting all of this to be over already even more. She nods once. He sighs again, nodding to himself.

“I’m sorry.” He says softly. She tries not to scoff, head shaking tiredly. He stays strong, however.

He sets his glass down and leans closer, all of his focus on her as if she’ll disappear at any moment. “I’ve been stupid. And selfish. And an asshole.” He sounds angry with himself. Well, no shit. Good on you for realizing. I guess. She takes another gulp of her wine in response.

“Y/N, I turned it down.” She almost chokes. He shoots up and would have ran to her side if she didn’t put a hand up to let him know that she’s ok.

He sits back down gingerly, still gazing at her worriedly. “And I know what you’re thinking. I didn’t turn it down just to get you back. I mean—it’s part of it. But it’s not the only reason.”

“I love my job. I love what I do. I love being able to see all of these new places, to have all of these new experiences. I do.” Unshed tears well up in his eyes. “But I realized—none of it matters if I don’t have you.” Screwing up her face, she shakes her head in disbelief, trying to stop the tears from falling.

“No. No—”

He shoots up and speeds around the counter to kneel down next to her, looking up at her and taking her hand.

“Please listen.” He goes on further. “When you left me, I was angry at first. Frustrated. But it was with myself for—for hurting you so much. For being so selfish and not seeing what I was doing.”

“I’ve been running from my problems, Y/N. I felt like if I didn’t keep moving, that I’d—I’d spiral. What happened with my grandpa in Alaska really shook me to my core. And I noticed that whenever problems arise, I run away. I avoid them.”

“But at the same time, I met you, and I knew that I wanted you in my life. That you’d be it for me. You are it for me.” His voice shakes, but he runs a thumb over her knuckles, eyes roaming her face reverently. “I want a life with you. I do. More than anything, I want you.”

Her heart slams against her chest.

He sighs. “And I didn’t want to admit it but, that scared the shit outta me.” He sniffs, tightening his hand around hers. “I knew that one look at you and it was over. That I wouldn’t be able to run anymore.”

“Is that why you were so adamant about leaving?” She asks weakly.

He shuts his eyes, squeezing them tight. “Yeah. I—I didn’t know how to deal, Y/N. I wanted to run as far as possible, to keep going and to keep focusing on my career so that I didn’t have to.” He opens his eyes again, tears falling down his cheeks. “That’s why it was so hard for me to fly you out to see me in Columbia.”

“I thought you just didn’t want to see me.” She utters.

He shakes his head frantically, squeezing her hand so tightly it almost hurts. “No. I wanted to see you. More than anything.”

She tries to pull her hand away. “You’re confusing me, Antoine. That was the problem—”

“—Wait! Wait! Please!” He goes for her hand again, and she lets him, though she keeps her grip loose.

“I wanted to see you. But I was genuinely concerned for your safety. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He grimaces, letting out a hollow laugh. “Hell of a job I did at keeping that from happening, huh?”

“And I didn’t want you to leave again. Because I knew I’d try to follow you. And I almost did. You don’t understand the pull you have on me—I wanted to be with you more than anything, more than I wanted to run. So I pushed back against it. Tried to ignore it. Threw myself into my work so I didn’t have to face it. Because facing you, in my mind, meant facing what I’ve been through.” He tentatively reaches a hand out, gently cups the side of her face, wiping away a tear. She has to keep herself from nuzzling into his hand.

“I can’t run from you. Yet I kept trying. And I was a fucking idiot for it.” He grits his teeth, the anger at himself glaringly clear.

“Because throughout all of this, I never communicated what I was feeling with you. I didn’t try to get over my fears for you. I was only thinking about myself and what I wanted. And you...” He slides his hand under her chin, leaving a trail of fire burning on her skin.

“...You tried to keep me happy. You followed me on my whims, you let me take the lead while I made decisions about us without ever consulting you. And I hate that I made you feel like you had to do that.” She feels her face burn, more tears spilling onto her face. His breath catches at that.

“Baby, can I hold you? Please? I can’t—”

She throws herself into his arms, full on sobbing now. He catches her, tucking her face into his neck, making shushing noises despite him having a few tears of his own, as he holds her tight, stroking her back. She feels him bury his face onto the top of her head. He continues. “I’m so sorry. It took that conversation and being without you for me to realize what an ass I’ve been. I’d love to keep you with me but more than anything I want to keep you happy.”

“I’ve scheduled my first therapy appointment.” He admits. “I’m not just doing it for you but it’s also for me. It’s for us.”

She pulls away, and at first he tightens his hold around her like it pains him to let go, but he eventually lets up. “If we get back together, you better be doing all of this for yourself. I can’t be your—“ she swallows, “—your emotional crutch. Not anymore.”

His eyes are understanding, earnest. “I know that. I don’t want you to be. I’m doing this because honestly…I need it, after what went down. And I want to make you proud. I wanna support you, too. To be here for you.”

She feels her heart swell in her chest despite herself. The last of her walls crumble away, and she’s left looking at him with an admiring, but stern, smile. “I’m not going through that shit again, Dawson.”

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I don’t hurt you again,” he promises, holding her hand over the strong, steady beat of his heart. She knows he’s telling the truth.

“Y/N—” She cuts him off with a kiss. He starts, but soon returns it, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap, hands gripping her waist. It’s painful, longing, loving--everything that they feel for one another poured into that kiss. She pulls away, but not too far, leaning her head against his. He shifts so his lips are a whisper away from hers, sneaking in a few more kisses.

“Y/N. I love you.” And she finally believes it. “And I’m done running. Will you be with me? Please?”

Her heart flutters. “I love you too.” She feels his heart speed up where it’s pressed against her chest. He hugs her even closer. She smiles against his lips. “You have me.”

#Antoine lovelink #Antoine dawson #noah lovelink #noah cruz #lovelink #lovelink fanfic #lovelink imagine #Antoine Dawson x reader #Noah cruz x reader

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zoominlumen · 3 years ago

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Characters the Lost writers did so dirty, ranked:

10. Charlotte

(no real arc, fridged)

9. Mr. Eko

(coolest motherfucker on the island, powerful flashbacks and death scene but ultimately his death did nothing of value like it should have and nobody finished his church like they should have)

8. Kate

(raised Aaron, went back to the island to find Claire, lost Jack, might get shared custody of her kid but idk she just went through too much and probably got arrested for violating parole as soon as they landed back in the states)

7. Desmond

(island can’t just leave this dude alone huh? uproots his whole life just to pull a damn splinter out of it hahaaa like yeah Hurley probably got him off the island after a while but still)

6. Michael

(just tried to be a good father and that -in the writers’ minds- meant killing two innocent women in cold blood? yeah right he’s a fucking wuss (affectionate) such bad writing)

5. Hurley

(had millions of dollars and a family who loved him back home and deserved a normal life after holding the 815 survivors together for so long with his humanity and compassion and instead he has to spend eternity with Ben Linus like personally I’d rather die)

4. Jin

(see Sun)

3. Sun

(those bitches put more effort into lifting a TREE off of BEN ‘Then we’ll take all their women!’ Linus than they did trying to free Sun when she got trapped in the sub. Jack sent Hurley and Kate out before even trying to lift that thing off her AND they had a toddler at home and the kicker is that it’s implied she didn’t even need to go back to the island by her not flashing to the 70′s with the rest in s5, basically her role was only to be a wife and incubator smh)

2. Sayid

(such bad writing. Such. Bad. Writing. Claire had the same ‘infection’ but she shakes it off like nothing and gets to go home while Sayid is damned and soulless or completely selfless and brave and himself depending on what the writers needed in the moment. Kinda racist of them tbh)

1. Dan

(characterization out the window for his Big Tragic Ending the writers were masturbating to from the beginning and gets sent to the island to die by his own parents, shot by his own mom, not to mention accidentally maiming the girl he loved with his damn machine and damaging his own brain I could go on but it makes me sad. Motivations unclear but I like to think his research was focused toward helping Alzheimer's and dementia patients and that, yeah, he wanted his mom to be proud of him. Just too sad. Dan my beloved you deserved so much better)

#lost abc #having a lot of thoughts as i start my rewatch

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Lev pretending to be innocent in front of the reader but is actually her stalker with those cat eyes. He asks help from her and they gradually get closer until he gets her all alone in her apartment under his care

Absolutely! Lev is prime stalker material 👀 poor reader

Lev Haiba x Reader

TW stalking, manipulation

Harmless

“Don’t you think he’s just a little… I don’t know, creepy?” your best friend murmurs in a pointed tone, stirring the sugar into her coffee.

You bite back a sigh - it’s a conversation you’ve had countless times before and it always ends the same way. You defend Lev, chastise your friend for her paranoia and distrustful nature and eventually she relents with an unconvincing ‘if you say so’.

“He’s harmless, honestly - Lev wouldn’t hurt a fly and he’s actually very sweet once you get to know him. I don’t know why you’re so against him. He’s a good friend.”

She huffs, taking a slow sip of her drink before she replies. “Well for one, he’s like an overgrown shadow. I swear, every time we’re out together we always seem to just magically run into him, all big and looming, and he’s always staring at you like he wants to gobble you up - just you by the way, he outright ignores the rest of us peasants - it’s like he’s obsessed with you or something, and-”

She keeps talking, but honestly you kind of zone out a little bit. You can’t judge her too harshly. She’s always been protective of you, ever since you guys were kids, you suppose it’s only natural for her to be wary of Lev.

And she’s not wrong per se. You do have the strangest habit of running into Lev around town, but it’s how you met, after all - quite literally running into the 6’5” giant as you were exiting the exact same coffee shop you were currently sitting in.

Spilling your piping hot coffee all over somebody else’s sweater doesn’t usually have the makings of a burgeoning friendship but Lev had been so sweet about the whole thing, blushing and bowing, shooting apology after apology (despite the fact that it was mostly your fault) that you couldn’t help but offer to buy his drink in compensation for ruining his morning - and more importantly his clothes.

Lev, grinning brightly, had agreed with a single condition - that you joined him. And really, after pouring hot coffee all over him, it was the least you could do.

“Hey, are you even paying attention to me?!”

You jerk a little, shaking yourself out of your reverie to find your friend glaring at you. It lacks any real heat though, and she just rolls her eyes and gives a long suffering sigh. “I’m worried about you, Y/N. Didn’t you say that some of your stuff has been going missing lately?”

An old picture of you and some friends on vacation, a necklace you used to wear religiously and you could swear that you’re missing one of your favourite bras and some panties, but… sometimes stuff like that just gets misplaced - it’s not like you’re exactly the tidiest person around.

Still, you can’t help the way that your brows furrow at her implication, “I said I misplaced some things. Are you honestly suggesting that Lev broke into my apartment to steal that stuff?” you ask with a snicker. The very idea of the silver haired giant sneaking around your tiny apartment is ridiculous!

Your friend’s pointed silence speaks volumes.

“Oh, come on! He’s just a friend - a little excitable maybe,” and very affectionate, always swallowing you up in tight hugs, fingers constantly seeking out yours - but somehow you don’t think that part will help your case, “but he’s just a big softie.”

She scoffs, folding her arms over her chest. She doesn’t speak for a long moment, but when she does, she reaches across the table to grab your hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m being a jealous, judgemental bitch because I don’t like the idea of anyone else coming to steal you away from me,” she smiles self deprecatingly, but there’s an real edge of worry in her eyes that makes your stomach twist, “but you’re the most important thing to me. I don’t want you getting hurt, and I get bad vibes from that guy.”

You open your mouth to retort, but she just shakes her head, “Just… just promise me you’ll be careful around him, alright?”

Wordlessly, you nod.

As much as you try and dismiss her concerns, as days pass you begin to wonder if maybe she isn’t wrong.

Not about Lev of course - he might be a little over exuberant but you know he doesn’t mean any harm by it - but you think, well… you’re starting to think that maybe somebody’s following you.

At first it’s just the tickling sensation on the back of your neck. When you run to the corner store on your lunch break to pick up a snack for the afternoon a shiver runs down your spine as you get the strangest feeling that somebody’s staring at you - you can feel the weight of their gaze burning into your back, but whenever you turn there’s nobody there.

There’s never anybody there.

But… didn’t you shut the door to your closet before you left for work that morning? You could have sworn that the window to your second storey bedroom was locked.

It comes to a head one night after work. You leave later than you normally would, having lost track of time trying to get some last minute emails off and by the time you actually get out the door it’s already dark outside and it’s pouring down with rain.

You’re halfway home when you get that prickling feeling on your skin, and your gut tightens uncomfortably. Tentatively you slow, shooting a furtive glance over your shoulder. The streets of the city are normally busy at this time of the night, but the rain’s driven people away - there’s not a soul in sight, including any wannabe stalkers.

The tight grip on your heart eases and you force yourself to relax. You’re imagining things now, you think with a shake of your head and a breathless laugh.

Nobody’s out to get you, you’re fine.

Except the prickling sensation on the back of your neck doesn’t go away, and with every step you take the discomfort in your gut becomes harder and harder to ignore. Fingers flit anxiously at your side, your grip tightening on the handle of your umbrella. The rain’s loud as it crashes around you, but as you turn down the music coming from your headphones you swear that you can hear heavy footfalls behind you.

All it would take is another quick glance to confirm your suspicions. It could just be another person out in the rain trying to make their way home, same as you. It could be all your head, paranoia brought about by your friend’s worries. But fear has clawed its way up your spine - it’s late and you’re tired and scared, rational thought has left the building and you don’t think about any of that before dropping your umbrella and taking off into a sprint.

You don’t look back.

You don’t stop until you're back in the safety of your apartment with the door locked, blinds shut and the deadbolt in place.

You’re still trembling twenty minutes later when there’s a knock at your front door.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sound, your entire body tensing, and for a single moment you debate not answering the door, but… you let out a sigh, shaking your head. You’re being ridiculous.

A quick glance through the peephole sets your heart at ease. Standing in the hallway dressed in a slightly damp black overcoat, his silvery-grey hair dusted with rain, is Lev.

Relief floods through you as you quickly work at the locks, flicking open the deadbolt.

“Hey, Lev,” you murmur somewhat sheepishly, stepping back to let him come inside.

His green, catlike eyes light up at the sight of you, and he doesn’t waste a moment before leaning down and enveloping you in a tight hug - never mind his wet coat. You let yourself relax into the embrace - the comforting warmth as he wraps himself around you and strokes your back. “Y/N! I’m so glad you’re home! I know I’m kinda stopping by unannounced and all, but I was just on my way…” he trails off as he pulls back slightly, eyes narrowing as they flicker across your face.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he murmurs, his hands still entwined around your waist.

You smile tightly, biting down on your bottom lip. Should you tell him? There’s still some part of you that thinks maybe it’s all in your head, that you’re working yourself up for no good reason, but what if you’re not? What if there is somebody who’s-

There’s an insistent tug at your waist and your eyes dart back up to find Lev’s frown deepening. “Something’s wrong, tell me.”

A blush finds its way to your cheeks as you carefully unwind yourself from his hold and make your way back further into your living room, “I- you’ll think I’m being stupid I guess, or paranoid, but…”

“But?” he prompts.

You take a deep breath, fingers twisting in front of you, “I think that somebody might be… following me?” you phrase it almost as a question, carefully watching his face for any sign that he might start laughing at you. But he doesn’t - Lev’s features are perfectly blank as he stares back at you, and you rush to fill the sudden heavy silence that falls between the two of you. “I know it sounds insane, but my friend got me worried the other day, and things have been going missing from my place and I’m almost positive that somebody followed me home tonight and-”

“Hey,” he says, quickly stepping forward to close the distance between you. He reaches for your hand with a soft smile and you let him take it, offering a shaking smile back when his thumb smooths over the back of your palm. “I believe you. You don’t need to be scared, I’m here for you.”

You nod, swallowing down your nerves once more.

“Do you… do you want me to stay tonight? Or at least for a few hours, you just look so fragile and frightened, I hate the thought of leaving you like this.”

Lev’s eyes show nothing but earnest concern as he studies you with a pout, and this time when your lips curl into a smile it's with genuine gratitude for your friend.

You should say no - it’s hardly fair for you to impose on him over something you’re not even sure is real, but… “Actually, that sounds good, if you don’t have plans of course - I don’t want to spoil your night or anything,” you mutter with a blush.

Lev just shakes his head with a soft laugh, “Of course not. You’re my only concern tonight, angel.”

You try not to let the relief show on your face too much. You’ll feel better knowing he’s there with you, and if nothing else you know he’ll take your mind off of things. It’s just what you need tonight - a friend. “Thank you,” you say warmly, dropping his hand so you can make your way back into the kitchen. “I was actually just about to start dinner, have you eaten yet? I was thinking pasta, but let me know if you feel like something else.”

He watches you for a moment as you open the fridge and bend over to rummage inside. “Pasta sounds great,” he calls back, shedding his damp jacket and making his way over to hang it off the coat rack by the front door.

Busy in the kitchen, you’re none the wiser to the soft click of locks turning, the deadbolt sliding back into place.

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billyspotato · 4 years ago

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a period with rafe imagine where there out with his friends and she starts getting bad cramps and becomes really frumpy and rage try’s to make her feel better??

Cramps - Rafe Cameron

Words: 1.9k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: English is not my first language. Fem!Reader. Kelce being a bitch (for no specific reason).

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

Today was the day you and Rafe had planned to have lunch out with his friends, and that meant being out of the house and your comfortable bed for most of the day.

And just to make things better, your period started this same morning. By the time Rafe got to your house to pick you up, your cramps were already at their maximum.

Rafe takes a seat on your bed as you looked through your clothes in the wardrobe, but every option didn’t even seem appealing to you.

Today was a very hot day at the Outer Banks, so dark clothes were a big no-no. But light clothes, or at least lighter colored pants, were against what your friend of the month could tolerate.

So this is just frustrating you even more.

“I don’t know what to wear” You groan out loud and Rafe looks up from his phone to you.

“Some jeans and a t-shirt will be fine, babe” He tells you and you sigh, taking a seat on the ground.

You look through your pile of jeans and shorts for a while and a wave of pain hits you like a train.

You close your eyes while taking in a deep breath and try to concentrate on the pain, trying to tell yourself that it’s all in your head and not that bad. (We all know that’s bullshit but still, do it anyway)

You hear Rafe get up from your bed and walking over to you. He crouches down behind you and kisses your shoulder when noticing your distress.

“Need my help in choosing the clothes?” He asks and you nod, opening your eyes slightly.

Rafe kisses your cheek and leans his cheek onto yours while looking through your clothes. You cup his cheek before kissing his jaw a couple of times, as to say thank you with affection.

Knowing your very emotional self, you look away from Rafe and back at the clothes.

Whenever Rafe acts cute once you’re in your period, you end up making him laugh at your demonstration of love by tears. Full-on sobs as you would say “I love you so much”.

It’s so common that the two of you are almost used to it.

“What about this?” Rafe asks and you grabbed the dark blue ripped jeans from his hands.

You nod, now feeling back to your normal self, as the pain slowly calms down.

You grab a white t-shirt from the shelf above the jeans and sigh when remembering that you have to get up.

“Do you want me to reschedule today’s lunch?” Rafe asks, not wanting to put in any other kind of hurting position, and you shake your head, leaning it back to his shoulder.

“I’ll just take something for the cramps”

You two pull away from each other as you get ready to get up and walk to your bathroom.

(…)

You step out of Rafe’s car once it’s parked in front of the restaurant and he follows you out after grabbing his wallet and phone from the center console.

Rafe stretches his hand out to you after locking the doors of the car and you grab it, holding it as you two walk towards the door of the expensive-looking restaurant.

As you walk in, the cold air from the AC hits you right away.

You look around the room to see some families and some groups of friends already eating. It’s kind of weird how busy it is in a workday.

You snap back to reality as Rafe pulls you slightly by your hand, and you notice that he found his friends.

“Look who it is” Topper says while sipping a bit of his cold beer, “Late as always”

You two sit down on the chairs and look over at everyone. Topper and Kelce are the only people you know in this table or care enough to know. And you are definitely not in the mood to meet new people.

“It was my fault” You tell Topper, excusing the absence of two of you for the 10 minutes that passed, “I woke up really late”

You lean back on your chair as Rafe makes conversation with some of his other friends and even with some tourists. And you have no idea why they’re in a friend meeting kind of lunch, in the first place.

The menus are passed from the corner of the table as people look through them and you lay your head in Rafe’s shoulder, trying to take your mind off the pain that is incoming.

The pills you took will take at least half an hour to have some effect on you, so you’ll have to survive through this and act like everything is okay.

You look down at your phone as Rafe laughs at something someone says, and you look through social media, silently.

“Y/N,” Topper says, and you lift your head from Rafe’s shoulder to look at him.

He passes you the menu and you thank him with a whisper, before looking at the options and ignore your nausea over some of them.

Rafe leans closer to also take a look at the menu without having to take it out of your hands, and analyzes silently.

You decide on the simplest meal and Rafe passes the menu down to the other side of the table, turning back right away to take a look at you.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks you in a whisper and you look at him.

You shake your head slightly, biting the inside of your cheek and he lays his hand on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze for comfort. You lay yours on top of his and hold it as his name is called by one of the guys, beginning another conversation.

As another wave of pain hits your lower stomach and back, you look down at the floor and bite your cheek.

This is not going to ruin your lunch.

“So, Y/N” Kelce says, and you look up at him, feeling the pain ease off again, “What college are you thinking of going?”

(...)

No surprise that you ended up not eating almost anything of your meal while everyone shoved food in their faces as if they were starved.

Not that you didn’t eat like a mad-woman when on your period, you do. Almost every girl does. But in the first day? Not a chance.

Nobody can eat peacefully when they feel like someone is ripping their insides into shreds and nausea is always crawling up their throat.

The medicine should’ve started easing your pain 15 minutes ago, but you’re still internally screaming.

Your eyes would sometimes fill with tears as the frustration over the pain and the pain itself got too much. But you were able to hide it by simply pretending that you were in your phone.

“How are you feeling?” Rafe whispers into your ear and shrug, feeling too overly emotional to answer. “Babe, we can leave if you want”

You take in a deep breath before answering.

“But you guys still want to have dessert. I’ll wait” You answer back.

Whenever the pain eased, it was almost like your body would go numb. Well, that is until the pain would make its appearance once more, but until then, you cherish every second of it.

“I don’t want dessert” Rafe whispers back and you start playing with the rings on his hand.

You turn the rings on his fingers one at the time, trying to focus on something else other than the amazing offer to go back home - where more medicine, heating pads and your bed are.

Rafe kisses your head behind your ear once noticing that you’re not going to say anything else and quickly moves back to act like he didn’t just do such an affectionate thing to his girlfriend.

You continue to pull off and put back on the rings on his fingers while Topper loudly laughs (in front of you) at something one of the tourists said.

Once getting bored of doing the same thing, you let go of Rafe’s hand and grab your phone from the table, again.

“What do you want to do after lunch, dude?” Kelce asks Rafe.

“We were planning on going back home, actually”

You look up at Kelce to find him looking at you and he quickly looks back at Rafe.

“Come on, dude, really?” He asks scoffing, “We haven’t hanged out at all, lately. And we could do so many things, like the old times”

You roll your eyes at the term ‘old times’, which actually means ‘before you started dating her’.

It’s not that Rafe doesn’t hang out with his friends anymore, he just seems to be more interested in hanging out at your house and going to the beach with you, then getting high with his friends to just talk non-sense, like... How white the sand is.

“I just want to hang out with my girl, what’s so wrong with that?” Rafe asks with a smile, not taking Kelce seriously.

“Rafe Cameron became soft” Topper whispers between the four of you and you smile at his words, “What, dude? You used to say that to me all the time when I dated your sister”

“Just shut up” Rafe says before smiling at his friend.

As the desserts are put down in front of the ones that requested them, your stomach turns at the sight of the sweet food. Which you would love to eat tomorrow.

You look away and lean closer to Rafe, making him look down at you.

“Want to go now?” He asks and you sigh, looking away.

Rafe continues to look down at you while reaching slowly for his shorts’ pocket, waiting for your predictable answer.

As you nod, he pulls his wallet off his pocket and takes some money out to pay for your part of lunch.

“Leaving already?” Kelce asks and you get up at the same time as Rafe.

“She’s feeling sick” Rafe explains.

(...)

You lay on your bed once done with changing back to your comfortable clothes and Rafe walks in the bedroom.

“Here,” He says, and you look at him.

Rafe is holding a cup of water and another pill for your cramps.

You sit up almost instantly and grab the cup from his hands. You take a sip of the cold water first before grabbing the pill from his hand, dropping it at the back of your tongue and swallowing it with the help of the water.

“Thank you” You say with a small smile and he smiles back, taking the cup from your hands and putting it down on your nightstand, “Can you lay down with me, now?”

Rafe takes off his shoes before sitting down at your bed and is quick to lay down next to you.

You snuggle close to him and he wraps his arms around you to pull you impossibly closer.

Thank God for the AC.

“Sorry for ruining your lunch, today” You whisper in the crook of his neck.

“You didn’t ruin it” He says while looking up at the ceiling.

“Yes, I did. You could’ve been spending time with your friends right now if it wasn’t for me”

“Don’t worry about it, they’re boring anyway”

You smile at his words and shake your head slightly.

“What are we doing tomorrow?” He asks.

“Eating”

“All day?”

“Yap” You answer, and he laughs under you.

You kiss his neck before pulling away slightly and holding yourself up with your elbow.

“Thank you for taking care of me today” You say in a whisper, making Rafe smile at you.

He leans his head forward and kisses your lips as an answer.

“You don’t need to thank me for that”

- - - -

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mostlycompetentwriter · 4 years ago

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Awaken

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Hwang Hyunjin (some mentions of Y/N x Seo Changbin)

Word Count: 7.5K

Warnings: Explicit smut and language, use of vibrators, Hyunjin is kinda obsessed in this one

Genre: College AU; Professor AU

Summary: When Y/N transferred into a prestigious all-girls university, she never expected to be on the receiving end of a very handsome professor’s near-constant attention.

It had been a difficult decision - transferring from my previous school into one of the most Elite universities in the world. I understand that it might seem contradictory, but there were several uncertainties that impeded my ability to make a decision. The first being an existential dread surrounding the idea of leaving behind my best friends, including my off-and-on again boyfriend, Changbin. The second reason involved my new university’s strict mandate that it would only accept female applicants.

Yes, the school only admitted women, and as someone who maintained a diligent sex life with previous boyfriends, I was not excited by the prospect of being forced into celibacy.

But the pressure from my parents and close academic advisors eventually forced my hand, and I found myself dragging most of my belongings out of my dorm room with a few friends helping me along. “What the hell is in this suitcase, Y/N?” Jisung asked, grunting with the effort of dragging my bag along the sidewalk.

“Probably just clothes,” I said, shrugging because I was trying to remain perfectly nonchalant about my transfer, even though I was having a total meltdown on the inside.

“I think that’s all of it,” Changbin said, and he was giving me that same somber look that I was starting to hate - the one that told me he wasn’t very happy about my transfer. “You know,” he continued, bracing himself against the side of my car. “If you ever need me, I’m only a phone call away.”

“Quit trying to get your dick wet, Changbin, and grab something!” Chan snapped. “Or, are those arms just for show?”

Changbin rolled his eyes, but he leaned down to grab my laundry basket before bringing it to the trunk. “Are you gonna miss us, Y/N?” Jisung asked.

“Not as much as you’ll miss me,” I said. “Who else will edit your essays, Han?”

Jisung frowned as if he was actually thinking deeply about my question. “Maybe I could just email them-”

“Jisung,” Chan interrupted, knocking against his shoulder with an affectionate smile. “There’s still one more box inside.”

“I’m on it!” Jisung shouted, and I grinned at the sight of the younger boy pumping his arms as he jogged back up the staircase.

“He doesn’t really get the severity of the situation,” Chan said, leaning next to me to against my car.

“It’s okay,” I said, looking down at my shoes. “I’ll miss all of you.”

“Y/N,” Chan said, “I thought we weren’t gonna cry until after you left.”

I sniffled around the rising urge to do exactly that before tossing my arms around his neck for a long embrace. “You’ll come see me, right?”

“Of course,” Chan agreed, pulling back to meet my gaze. “Ya! Don’t cry over this, Y/N. It’s supposed to be your big opportunity.”

“Yeah,” I murmured, but it didn’t really feel like it anymore, and when my eyes connected with Changbin’s, I couldn’t help but feel a terrible weight pressing down on my chest.

Maybe this was the worst idea ever, but I was already enrolled for the upcoming academic semester. I would do my best, of course, but I desperately hoped that my parents might reconsider another transfer. Because these were my friends (and my sometimes boyfriend), and I belonged with them.

“Don’t think too much about it,” Chan instructed me firmly. “Call us if you ever want to hangout.”

“I will,” I promised him, and he brushed a friendly kiss across my forehead. It was the ultimate sign that I had truly signed my life away on the enrollment papers for the school in the next town. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad once I made new friends, but at this moment, everything hurt and I was doing my best to hold myself together as I drove away with my old life waving goodbye from the rear-view mirror.

Upon the start of the Spring semester, I was officially moved into my new dorm room which I was sharing with an very enthusiastic young woman named Claire. Her optimism was unmatched, and she had spent most of the day dragging me around campus while pointing out anything that seemed remotely interesting. “You’ll love it here, Y/N!” she promised, and I feigned a smile mostly for her benefit.

“It seems nice,” I told her later on after we returned to our shared dorm room.

“Oh, yeah, the teachers are great!” she said. “What’s your schedule like?”

I shrugged with vacant dismissal, reaching into my bag to hand her the folded piece of paper I had received earlier that week. “You got in Mr. Hwang’s class!” Claire abruptly squealed. “You lucky bitch!”

“What’s the big deal?” I grumbled, snatching my schedule back out of her hands.

“The big deal!” Claire shrieked like I had just committed an unforgivable crime. “He’s only the hottest teacher on campus!”

I rolled my eyes because I should’ve anticipated something superficial. But I was beginning to understand that most of these poor girls were thirsty for anything remotely attractive, and I had even witnessed one girl lusting over a much-older professor just because he still had all of his hair. It was everything I feared about an all-girls institution, and I was beginning to experience the same mania as the rest of them.

But my thoughts usually went to Changbin, and there was no way I would ever fantasize about one of my teachers. “How old is he?” I asked.

“He’s only 27!” Claire giggled. “I’m not kidding, Y/N, it looks like he was literally sculpted by the gods!”

“That’s original,” I muttered. “Well, I hope he’s good at poetry.”

“Oh, he’s the best,” Claire assured me, but I didn’t think I could take her word for it because she was certainly biased when it concerned his looks. “He’s been published all around the world!”

“He must be decent,” I said because the school’s academic reputation wouldn’t allow anything less than acceptable.

“My friend had a class with him last semester,” Claire continued, and I regretted not changing the topic earlier. “Apparently, she could hardly concentrate on the lesson because she couldn’t stop staring at his ass.”

“Your friend sounds dedicated.”

“There’s also a rumor going around campus that he only got his position because he seduced our admissions advisor!”

I snorted at the idea. “I doubt I’ll be that interested in him.”

“Whatever you say, Y/N,” Claire sing-songed. “You’ll change your mind when you see him.”

“I highly doubt it,” I muttered, and I glanced over at the side table where my phone was waiting. “I’ll be back,” I said, and I left the dorm room and found myself in an isolated study room which I ensured was locked before dialing Changbin’s number.

Then, I settled down against the couch and closed my eyes, shoving my hand underneath the waistband of my sleeping shorts to gently graze my fingers against my clitoris.

Graciously, Changbin picked up after the fourth ring: “Y/N?” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Changbin chuckled, and the static from the phone made it sound far more guttural. I bit my lower lip as I dipped one finger inside my tight heat. “How’s your new roommate?” he asked. “Chan told me that she was unbearable.”

“She’s chatty,” I said, taking a deep breath before asking him: “Changbin, I miss you.”

He was silent from the other end, and I could only pray that Changbin had read the situation correctly, especially when I offered a quiet moan into the receiver. “Are you touching yourself, Y/N?” he asked, and I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

“I wish you were here,” I told him, and I smiled at the familiar sound of Changbin’s zipper as he tugged his pants down those thick thighs that I loved.

“I’m here, babe,” he said, and there was a slight desperation to his tone. “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” I said, hissing around a stuttered exhale when I grazed a sensitive spot. “I’m thinking about your cock, Changbin.”

He moaned from the other end, and the slick sound of Changbin lubing up his erection was particularly raunchy. “I want you here with me, Y/N,” Changbin said, and I could easily imagine him jerking off his cock from behind my eyelids. “I’d have you on your hands and knees, fingering that little pussy of yours.”

I gasped at his words, arching my back against the couch as I shoved my fingers even further inside. Changbin had an uncanny gift for dirty talk that I attributed in large part to his irresistible baritone voice. “Tell me more,” I begged him.

“Are you wet?”

“Yeah.”

“Good,” Changbin growled. “I could just slide right in.”

“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, and I imagined everything as he continued to describe it to me - moving my fingers even faster at the phantom sensation of his cock filling me up so well like he always did whenever we had sex together. “I want to come so bad for you.”

“Then do it,” Changbin said, grunting from his end as he undoubtedly brought himself to completion.

And I eventually came with a loud moan - shameless despite the thin walls of the surrounding dorms. But I was on cloud nine, savoring the necessary heat of my well-deserved orgasm. “Call me tomorrow,” Changbin said after a while, and I had almost forgotten that we were still talking.

“Yeah,” I panted around a sigh. “I will.”

The bell-tower struck noon when I entered Hwang Hyunjin’s poetry class for the very first time. I had already anticipated a large class, but I was still surprised by the sheer number of students who were crowding the front rows of the classroom. I rolled my eyes because I was forced to sit at the back, and it certainly did no favors for my poor vision.

Regardless, I was also frustrated because there was a small part of myself which remained curious about this mysterious teacher. I could tell that all the other students were practically gushing with excitement, but I schooled my expression and slumped down in my seat as I pulled out a fresh notebook. What the hell were they expecting? A striptease in the middle of our lecture?

However, the most frustrating part of all was the grand entrance of the elusive teacher who had enraptured most of the population. And I couldn’t be any less impressed with him as I rolled my eyes over his tall, lean form. Yeah, he was pretty to look at, but he certainly wasn’t my type. I sighed as my mind instantly reminded me of an image of Changbin; specifically, a sweaty Changbin who had just finished up in the gym - wearing nothing around his waist except for a towel.

“Good morning, everyone,” Mr Hwang finally spoke, and there was a deeper aspect to his voice that I wasn’t expecting. “My name is Mr. Hwang, and this is our poetry 278 lecture.”

There was a collective sigh over his words, and I held back my laughter at the pathetic way everyone was swooning over him. “Let’s start with introductions,” Mr. Hwang suggested, and I groaned because I loathed ice-breakers. “When I call your name, you can give me your year and intended major.”

God, was this Elementary school?

Nevertheless, I waited for my turn, listening as the other students went above and beyond the call of duty to provide Mr. Hwang with as much unnecessary additional information as they could. “I study political science,” one girl said. “I was the leader of my high school’s debate club, and I won an award at the state convention.”

“Impressive,” Mr. Hwang said, and I briefly entertained the idea of the girl fainting on the spot. “Y/N?”

I glanced up to meet Mr. Hwang’s gaze. “Third year,” I replied. “I just transferred, and I’m studying English.”

“Oh, really?” Mr. Hwang inquired. “Do you have any interest in writing an honor’s thesis?”

I blinked twice at the question because he hadn’t bothered to push anyone else for something more. “I’d like to in the future,” I told him, and I squirmed around uncomfortably in my chair when his gaze lingered for several beats too long.

Thankfully, he quietly moved on, and I was able to relax in my seat once again. The lecture proceeded from there, and I sighed when I realized that we would be talking about Emily Dickinson who I had already studied numerous times in my other classes. But I guess that left me the rare opportunity to doodle nonsensical images on my notebook while thinking about my friends, wondering what Jisung, Chan, and Changbin might be doing at that moment.

In another universe, we could be sharing this class together, and I felt a pang of homesickness for my previous school as I listened to Mr. Hwang’s voice at the back of my head. But after another hour, our class concluded and I breathed a sigh of relief as I packed up my belongings. I wasn’t able to finish my picture of Munchlax, but maybe I could work out the details later on. In the meantime, I hoisted my bag over my shoulder as I tried to fight my way around the crowd of students who were all waiting around Mr. Hwang’s desk.

And I was almost at the exit when his voice suddenly stopped me. “Y/N,” Hyunjin said, and I paused mid-step because I wasn’t expecting to hear him call my name. “Can you stay behind for a moment?”

“Sure,” I said, even as I bristled at the thought of having to wait for those other girls to leave first.

They all insisted that they had so many questions to ask Mr. Hwang, and I was left to stew in the corner while crossing my arms over my chest. I had another class in half an hour, and I couldn’t afford to stand around all day while I waited at the behest of a teacher who had somehow won the affections of every student in this stupid school simply by being the prettiest in the room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mr. Hwang said with a bright smile to the last girl who scampered out of the room with a breathless giggle.

Finally, it was just me and Mr. Hwang, and I hesitantly walked over to his desk. “You needed to see me?”

“Yes,” Mr. Hwang said as he looked up at me from his grade-book. “Is there something wrong with the way I teach?” Mr. Hwang asked, and I was surprised to see him pouting at me with his lower lip sticking out.

“Uh, I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Hwang,” I said, adjusting the strap of my bag.

“Well, it didn’t seem like you were too invested in my lecture,” Hyunjin explained.

Oh, great, he caught me daydreaming about Changbin.

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said, searching for an excuse. “I’ve been having a hard time adjusting.”

“Ah, that’s right!” Mr. Hwang nodded. “You transferred here for the new semester.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, and I chanced a step back towards the doorway. “I’ll do better in the future.”

“Well, hold on for just a minute, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang said. “I’m here to help my students when they’re struggling.”

“It’s not really a struggle,” I said, but I held my tongue when he pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something at the top.

“Here,” he said, holding out the paper for me to take. “It’s my personal phone number,” Mr. Hwang added with a wink.

Personal number? “Oh, thank you, sir,” I offered in return because I wasn’t sure what the appropriate response might be in that situation.

“Call me anytime,” Mr. Hwang insisted, and I couldn’t help but notice the mischievous gleam in his gaze like we were playing some kind of game and I was the one who was losing. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

One Week Later

Despite my new school’s formidable reputation, I was doing exceedingly well in all of my classes. Most of my instructors were greatly impressed, and a few English teachers had already brought up the prospect of mentoring me for the honor’s thesis. Yet, there was one class that I couldn’t quite get a handle on, and I was shocked to see another giant C- written across the top of my latest essay.

I swallowed hard when Mr. Hwang returned to the front of the room to conclude his lecture. What the hell was I doing wrong? I had even sent this paper to a former TA at my previous school who offered to look at it before I submitted the damn thing.

But instead of feeling disappointed about my failure, I sensed a rising anger directed at the man standing in front of the room. Everyone else around me celebrated their A’s while I was left with a nasty letter grade that would hardly reflect well on my GPA. What could the rest of my classmates be doing differently?

“That’s it for today!” Mr. Hwang announced. “We’ll pick up on this again next time!”

I frowned as I stuffed the essay at the bottom of my bag. It still wasn’t too late to switch out of this stupid class, and then I could finally re-orient my focus. “Y/N!” Mr. Hwang called out when I passed by his desk. “Can I have a moment of your time, dear?”

Dear?! “Sure,” I grumbled, once again waiting for the masses of Mr. Hwang’s admirers to leave the room before I confronted my teacher.

“Well,” Mr. Hwang began with an exaggerated sigh. “What will we do about these poor grades of yours?”

I bristled at the comment because it sounded strangely hostile - perhaps even threatening. “Don’t worry, sir,” I said. “I’m transferring out your class. You don’t have to concern yourself with me.”

I turned my back on Mr. Hwang as I started for the exit. “Don’t be silly, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang said. “I’ve spoken to your other teachers, and they tell me that this a requirement for your major. And I’m the only person who teaches the subject.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I hissed under my breath, but I did my best to retain a neutral expression as I returned to his desk. “What’s the problem, sir?” I asked. “I had the last essay peer-checked by a former instructor.”

“Our grading standards are much higher, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang informed me haughtily. “I think the real issue is your attitude.”

“My attitude?” I repeated - completely dumbfounded by the accusation.

“You don’t really show any engagement with the material,” Mr. Hwang elaborated. “You always come to class, but I can tell that your attention is elsewhere. And you don’t even bother to come to my office hours to talk about the topics we cover.”

“I didn’t realize, sir,” I said, and I was shocked that he considered me disinterested in my studies.

“It’s okay to ask for help, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang explained. “You’re the only student who never stays behind to talk to me.”

Because I have better things to compliment your face! “I have another lecture after this one,” I offered as a response.

“Then it seems to me like I should make an effort to meet you outside of designated hours,” Mr. Hwang said. “I have an apartment off-campus. Maybe you can come over this weekend?”

For a moment, I was completely stunned by his proposal. “I don’t think that’s appropriate, Mr. Hwang,” I said, taking a step back away from him.

“Why not?” Mr. Hwang asked. “It’ll just be me and you.”

“Uh, I don’t know...”

“Oh, Y/N, I have to insist,” Mr. Hwang said, and I watched him open his grade-book. “You won’t even muster a C in this class if you keep going at this rate.”

It seemed preposterous that I could make straight A’s in every other class but still fail this one at the same time. “I’ll think about it,” I said while doing my best to ignore his pleased smile.

It was late that night when my phone lit up with an incoming notification. I groaned in response because I wasn’t expecting anything from the boys, but then again, maybe Changbin needed fresh jerk-off material, and I could always send him a picture of my tits. But I was surprised to realize that I was wrong on all accounts, and my heart started beating faster when I read the message:

From Unknown:

Y/N, it’s Hyunjin from your poetry class.

Hyunjin? Oh, right, that was Mr. Hwang’s first name.

To Unknown:

Me: How did you get this number?

From Unknown:

H: The student profiles.

“It’s still an invasion of my privacy,” I grumbled.

H: We can be very casual with one another outside of class. Wouldn’t you agree?

I narrowed my eyes at the informal suggestion.

To Unknown:

Me: If that’s okay with you, sir.

I waited for several moments, but it seemed like Mr. Hwang was finally done texting me. I shrugged at the unusual conversation, but before I could place my phone back on my nightstand, it vibrated with another incoming message. This one had a picture attached....

“Holy shit!” I gasped, dropping my phone onto the bed as my heart started to thud violently inside my chest.

From Unknown:

H: Do you like it, princess?

“Is he crazy?” I decried, and my hands were trembling when I brought my phone screen closer. Because the attachment contained a very obscene picture of a dick, and I didn’t need more than two guesses to assume that it was Mr. Hwang’s.

My fingers were shaking as I stared at the image - zooming in closer to observe the delicate bead of precum glistening at the tip. There was also a hand wrapped around the base, and even though I didn’t have much experience with sex, I could still acknowledge that it was a very nice cock. But did I really just get a dick pic from my poetry teacher?

To Unknown:

Me: I’m not sure what you expect me to say.

I sent the message before attempting to fan my flushed skin - feeling overheated because this was not what I had been expecting when Mr. Hwang sent me the first message.

From Unknown:

H: It’s alright, princess. I’m not much for talking either. Why don’t you come over this weekend so you can show me your reaction instead?

Oh, god, I was definitely teetering on the precipice of very dangerous ground. I’m talking the same kind of inappropriate that could get him fired and me expelled. What the hell was he even thinking? Was Mr. Hwang trying to hit on me?!!

I shook my head because it was suddenly very difficult to concentrate, but I was also feeling the vestiges of panic creeping around the edges of my vision. My hands could barely hold the screen long enough for me to type out a quick response:

To Unknown:

Me: Maybe some other time.

The next morning, I was still shaken from my unexpected text conversation with Mr. Hwang. For most of the night, I simply stared at the ceiling while my phone continued to vibrate with incoming messages. Eventually, I was forced to mute his number, and I still couldn’t fall asleep.

I was barely functional the next morning, but I was also strangely horny, which is why I didn’t hesitate to encourage Changbin when he sent me a message asking if he could come visit. I waited and chose a time when my roommate would be gone - sighing in relief when I heard him knocking on the door. I threw it open quickly, and he was clearly caught off-guard by my eagerness. “I’m so glad to see you,” I said, and I didn’t hesitate to lock my lips with his, kissing Changbin with all the nervous energy that I had tried to keep to myself all weekend.

“Wow,” Changbin managed when we both pulled apart for air. “The no dick policy at this shithole has fucked you up.”

“Yeah? I need you to fuck me, Changbin,” I said, and he must’ve saw something in my eyes that changed his mind.

He pushed us both into my room, turning around to lock the door before reaching down for the hem of his t-shirt. “Bend over for me, baby,” he said, and his voice was husky as I took off my clothes and braced myself against the desk.

“I really need this,” I told him from over my shoulder - shameless as I explored every inch of his toned form.

“I got you, baby,” Changbin said, and he moved behind me to spread my legs, taking a few moments to finger me with his long digits, stretching out my opening while stimulating my clitoris with his thumb. “You definitely need to be fucked,” Changbin remarked. “Your pussy is so tight.”

“Please,” I whispered, and Changbin was quick to replace his fingers with the same cock that I often drooled over when I masturbated late at night. He set an urgent pace from the start, grabbing my hips between his hands to hold me in place as he filled me with his cock over and over again. “Changbin,” I whined, burying my face in my forearms and trying to ignore the pain in my stomach from where he knocked me into the wood on every thrust.

It wasn’t equivocal to one of our more passionate rounds of lovemaking, but it was everything that I needed. Enough to wipe all consideration of Hwang Hyunjin clear out of my head as I enjoyed the delightful friction of Changbin’s cock rolling against the constricting walls of my cunt. “It feels so good,” I whispered, and I closed my eyes in pleasure.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Changbin said. “I wouldn’t want your roommate to come back.”

However, the inherent risk of being caught by my roommate was also a factor in my rapid ascent to orgasm. “Coming!” I shouted while feeling myself unravel around his cock as he rammed himself inside.

Thereafter, I settled on top of my bed while Changbin tied off his condom and tossed it into the trash. I smiled when he crawled in next to me, reaching for his jeans hanging from the edge and pulling out a package of cigarettes. “Open the window,” I instructed him. “I can’t have you polluting my room.”

Changbin chuckled, but obeyed nonetheless. He also drug the ashtray on the windowsill closer before lighting the cigarette and bringing it to his swollen lips for a long inhale. “I really missed you, Y/N,” Changbin said, taking another drag from his cigarette before placing it in the ash tray next to the open window.

“I missed you too,” I told him, closing my eyes for a moment as I relaxed against the pillows - savoring the warmth of Changbin from next to me.

“I had a nice time with you,” Changbin added. “Maybe we could...try dating again?”

I froze at the words I had been dreading to hear. You see, Changbin and I had been dating off-and-on for many years at this point, and we both knew that we didn’t work well as a couple. Yet, that never stopped him from encouraging us to try again, and as much as I loved the sex, I couldn’t tolerate the complicated feelings involved.

“I don’t think so, Changbin,” I said, wincing when I heard him sigh. “You know that never ends well for us.”

“Yeah,” Changbin agreed, although it hurt my heart to see him look so sad. “I can’t help it, Y/N.”

“We can still keep doing this,” I said, reaching over to place a tender kiss on his bicep.

“Maybe,” Changbin agreed, but something in his tone told me that this might be the last time I ever enjoyed Changbin’s company in bed.

“Could I at least show you around campus?” I asked him. “I’ll even treat you to lunch?”

Thankfully, Changbin managed a smile at my offer.

By the time Changbin had left campus, I was feeling strangely alone when I settled at a cafe in the student union to work on some homework. I couldn’t help but feel like I had disappointed Changbin, and I prayed to anyone who was listening that we might still be friends. Because we had been close well before the sexting and late-night phone conversations that always ended up with an orgasm or two.

Changbin was the epitome of the type of guy I usually lusted after: strong, handsome, and intimidating. But we always argued too much whenever we tried the whole couple thing, and that was enough to ruin any preconceived notions I held about a relationship with the object of my most intimate fantasies. “You always manage to ruin everything, Y/N,” I muttered to myself, and it was suddenly way too difficult to focus on homework.

But I was still distracted enough that I almost failed to recognize the man who had just walked into the cafe...until he was standing right next to my table. “I always enjoy seeing my students outside of our lectures,” Mr. Hwang said with a smirk. “Do you mind if I join you?”

It took me a while to respond to his simple inquiry because my mind instantly returned to the picture of his cock that still sat in my messages. “Sure,” I eventually mustered, willing my stomach to settle down while ignoring the harsh smell of his cologne.

“Is that my assignment you’re working on?” Mr. Hwang inquired as he took another sip of his coffee.

Is he just going to pretend like everything is okay? “Yeah,” I said, sliding my laptop screen closer. “For the author essay.”

“Do you mind if I take a look?” Mr. Hwang asked, and I shivered at the dark look in his gaze.

“I guess so,” I said, and I passed off my computer screen, observing the way he read over the words before sighing.

“You just don’t seem to understand, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang said, and I could feel myself almost snapping.

“What don’t I understand, Mr. Hwang?” I asked with barely constrained frustration.

“Oh, please call me Hyunjin,” he replied. “Mr. Hwang makes me sound so old.”

“Fine,” I huffed. “But the essay?”

“It lacks passion,” Mr. Hwang explained. “Your writing is decent, but it’s very by the books, you know? I’m looking for my students to play around with their words and have fun! We read enough academia as it stands.”

“Passion?” I repeated. “And how do you suggest that I learn passion?”

Mr. Hwang smiled, and I felt like I had just walked right into a trap. “You’re a very young and attractive woman, Y/N,” he said. “Have you ever been in a relationship before?”

“Several,” I said, keeping my responses short and vague on purpose. Because i couldn’t figure out where he was going with this strange conversation.

“Several?” Mr. Hwang repeated. “Well, that’s a shame then.”

“What do you mean?”

“The sex must be very boring,” Mr. Hwang said. “If you’re still writing this way.”

I didn’t even bother trying to stop my mouth from falling open. “I really don’t think it’s any of your business!”

“I have to make it my business when your grades are this atrocious,” Mr. Hwang insisted, and his eyes rolled over my form. “I find myself quite attracted to you, Y/N. Perhaps I can help solve this little dilemma of yours.”

Fuck it! I thought to myself as I leaned in closer - ready to risk it all because I wouldn’t tolerate his attitude for another moment! “To tell you the truth, Mr. Hwang,” I said, feeling triumphant when his eyes flashed in annoyance at my blatant dismissal of his earlier request. “You’re just not my type.”

“And what is your type?” Mr. Hwang snapped. “Certainly not that little jock you were walking around with on campus?”

“Changbin?” I said without really thinking, but then I found myself wondering how he even knew about that in the first place. “How did you know?”

“I saw the two of you,” Mr. Hwang said like it wasn’t a big deal. “I couldn’t help but notice, Y/N, and that poor boy was following you around like a lost puppy.”

“This is crossing a line,” I said, slamming my laptop closed. “I can see anyone I want.”

“You’re not interested in doing better?” Mr. Hwang asked. “Trust me, Y/N. I was there once, and most college boys like him are only interested in sticking their dicks into something warm. I think you need someone mature who isn’t only interested in their own satisfaction.”

“Changbin’s sweet to me,” I insisted, and Mr. Hwang scoffed.

“I bet he is, especially if you’re always willing to spread your legs for him.”

“Like you could do any better!”

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

I fell back into my seat as I slowly processed his words. “Sir, I-”

“You can’t possibly know if I’m your type, Y/N,” Mr. Hwang continued. “I think I deserve a fair chance to prove you wrong.”

I could scarcely believe how casual he was acting - like this wasn’t completely against thousands of school rules. It was entirely scandalous, and there were so many inherent risks if we were to ever get caught....but, yet, somewhere deep down inside of me, I felt the familiar heat of arousal.

“You’re thinking about it.” Mr. Hwang smiled. “Come over this Friday, Y/N, and I’ll show you what a real man looks like.”

I had never been this nervous before in my entire life, wiping my sweaty palms against my jeans as I walked up to Hyunjin’s apartment. There was a far more rational part of myself that was screaming at me to run in the opposite direction, but the incessant desire to knock on the door far outweighed the consequences. And my breath hitched in my throat when I saw him standing in the doorway dressed to the nines in tight skinny jeans and a white, button-up shirt while I looked like I had just woken up,

“There you are,” Hyunjin said with a sultry tone, and he reached for my hand to pull me inside. “Sit down for a moment,” he encouraged me, smirking at the look on my face as I took in his lavishly decorated apartment. Still, I managed to obey him as I sat down on the leather futon in the center of the room.

“Your apartment is nice,” I commented, and I held my breath when Hyunjin sat down next to me - stretching out his long legs while he studied me with an impenetrable gaze.

“I have a few rules tonight, Y/N,” he said, and I forced myself to nod. “Are you aware of the color-light system?”

“Color-light system?” I repeated.

“How adorable,” Hyunjin said with a mocking tone. “You’ve made it seem like you know your way around a cock, but you’re clearly more innocent than I assumed.”

My eyes widened at his filthy language. “Sir?”

“That’s a good start,” Hyunjin said. “You will refer to me as sir tonight, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, and Hyunjin smiled at my easy compliance.

“As for the color system,” Hyunjin said. “I want to make sure that you’re comfortable, Y/N. Green means that you can handle whatever we’re doing, yellow means that I need to slow down, and red implies that we’ll stop completely. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Hyunjin purred. “Would you feel more at ease in the bedroom?”

I offered him a timid nod, and Hyunjin held out his hand which I accepted - hoping that he wouldn’t notice the evidence of my nerves. But I was half-way expecting something truly horrible, which meant that I was also genuinely surprised to discover a normal bedroom - sparsely furnished with a king-sized bed with a beautiful silk comforter. “Why don’t you take your clothes off for me, princess?” Hyunjin asked, and I shivered at the familiar pet name. “Lay down on the bed, and I’ll grab a few things before we start.”

I waited until Hyunjin turned his back to me before undressing and leaving my clothes in a neat pile on a nearby chair. Then, I hesitantly lowered my body onto the mattress while resisting the urge to cover myself. Especially when Hyunjin returned with a bundle of interesting items, placing them aside while he looked me over from head to toe. “Oh, princess,” he said. “What a beautiful body.”

I could feel myself flushing at his words and Hyunjin laughed. “Where’s that feisty attitude from before, princess? Or was it all for show?”

“Mr. Hwang-”

“Sir,” he quickly corrected me, and I stiffened when he presented a bright red blindfold. “We’ll put this on first,” Hyunjin said, and he ordered me to sit up long enough for him to secure the tie in the back - taking away my sight and leaving me anxious for his next move. “This will make everything feel so much better,” he said, and I jumped when his fingers started to trail down the smooth skin of my stomach. “Oh, you must be very sensitive,” Hyunjin remarked, and I didn't quite know what to do with my hands when he parted the delicate folds of my pussy. “Y/N, are you already wet?” he asked, and I tried to hold back a moan when he inserted one finger, moving it around before leaving me feeling empty once again.

“Let’s try this,” Hyunjin said, and I gasped when I heard the familiar sounds of a vibrator. “You’ve probably used this plenty of times,” Hyunjin continued. “When you had to finish yourself off after those little boys tried to please you.”

He started with my nipples - moving in small circles around the hardened peaks. It wasn’t anything overwhelming, and I enjoyed the pleasant sensation. However, the soothing action didn’t last for long, and I gripped the silken sheets between my fingers, spreading my legs wider on instinct when Hyunjin trailed the vibrations down to my sensitive pussy lips. “Oh, shit,” I said, nearly exploding when the vibrator made contact with my clitoris. Especially when he increased the power - turning the damn thing up to its highest setting as he held it there in the same spot.

I was gone before it had even started, convulsing around nothing as I came hard against the sheets. And I fully expected him to stop since he had gotten his way, but Hyunjin only surprised me when he continued to move the vibrator against my throbbing clit, refusing to relinquish the stimulating vibrations as everything started to burn with the threat of yet another orgasm slowly building.

“Fuck, you’re leaking everywhere,” Hyunjin said, but there was only awe in his tone, and I could practically feel the weight of his gaze. “Such a good girl,” Hyunjin added, and he started moving the vibrator in faster circles while he refused to take it away from my poor, aching sex.

I moaned around my second orgasm - coming hard again, but there was also an undeniable sensitivity that had me trying to escape the cursed vibrator, but Hyunjin only used a firm grip on my hips to hold me in place.

“Please stop!” I cried.

“Color,” Hyunjin growled, and he continued to press down even harder.

“Y-yellow,” I stuttered, and the vibrations slowed down to a more acceptable level as Hyunjin circled the head around my clit.

“I want one more from you, Y/N,” he said. “Then, I think you might be ready for my cock.”

I almost fell apart at his words, and I found myself unable to deny that everything was so good with him. There was also a strange and foreign part of me that desperately wanted to please him, and I started rolling my hips in time with his circles, chasing another high as I nearly screamed from the intensity. “Look at you,” Hyunjin sneered when he turned off the vibrator, and I could feel the bed dip beneath his weight. He snatched away my blindfold, and I blinked rapidly at the returning light before focusing on the obscene image of Hyunjin jerking himself off in front of me. “You have to be honest with me, princess,” he growled. “Is my cock better than his?”

“S-sir?” I questioned, having trouble focusing because of the thick haze surrounding my frazzled brain.

“That little prick you were with,” Hyunjin said. “Is his cock better than mine?”

I was smart enough to know the right answer, and I shook my head from side to side. “Your cock is better, sir,” I said, and Hyunjin brightened with a grin.

“It’s big, isn’t it?” Hyunjin asked, and he was shuffling over me with a sardonic grin. “Why don’t you touch it?”

I swallowed hard, but quickly acquiesced, wrapping my hand around his impressive girth before allowing myself to give him several strokes - making sure to give some attention to the head. “Oh,” Hyunjin moaned, looking down at me with sultry eyes. “That feels good, princess, but would you rather have my cock somewhere else?”

I whimpered at his words. “Yes, sir.”

“Tell me where,” Hyunjin demanded. “I want to know exactly what you want me to do, princess.”

“I want your cock in my pussy,” I said. “I need you to fuck me, sir.”

“Shit,” Hyunjin snarled, and he moved my legs apart to expose my cunt. “How can I possibly say no when you asked me so nicely?”

But I was a complete mess at this point - debauched and overcome with pleasure. Yet, when I felt the tip of Hyunjin’s cock penetrate my weeping sex, I could already feel myself growing excited all over again. He wasn’t gentle either - spearing me with one harsh plunge of his erection against the resisting walls of my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” Hyunjin said. “Are you sure you’re not a virgin, princess?”

There were tears in my eyes when I reached out for his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he started moving himself around inside of me. Pulling back to leave just the tip of his cock at my entrance, before thrusting forward with unrelenting strength. In spite of his skinnier stature, Hyunjin wasn’t to be underestimated. He knew exactly how to use his hips, and he continued to breach my constricting cunt with everything that he had.

“You’re taking me so well, princess,” he said, forcing my legs even further apart, and finding a better angle to attack the delicate g-spot that rapidly sent me hurtling for my fourth orgasm of the night.

I was completely spent, barely holding on to consciousness while Hyunjin finally came with a hoarse cry of my name - dragging his cock in and out of my pussy as he milked himself for every last bit of cum. Then, he pulled himself out with a far more gentle touch, leaning down for the first time that night to connect our lips in a surprisingly warm kiss.

“Is that what you were expecting, Y/N?” he asked with a playful smile. “Am I still not your type?”

I shook my head because words were the last thing on my mind. But Hyunjin simply chuckled at my speechless state, and I watched him move around the room completely naked as he cleaned up the mess we had made. Meanwhile, I held up my hands to make sure that my vision had returned to normal.

Eventually, Hyunjin settled back down behind me, and I was somewhat surprised that he hadn’t kicked me out of his apartment. Even more so when he started to run his fingers down my waist. “I think you finally learned passion, Y/N,” he said, and I couldn’t help but agree with him.

“Can I start writing acceptable essays?” I asked him with a more confident tone.

“Of course,” he agreed. “But Y/N,” Hyunjin added, and I groaned when he cupped the heat between my legs. “You better call me Hyunjin from now on.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, grinning when I heard him growl in warning.

“You’re asking for it, aren’t you?”

I gave him a coy smile in return, watching as he rolled over top of me to spread my thighs again.

The next day in class, I smiled when I saw an A+ written at the top of my latest essay assignment. One that I had stayed up late to complete while sitting at Hyunjin’s desk with his cock buried inside my wet heat. Apparently, my first lesson was complete, but I couldn’t help but think that there was still a lot more left to learn.

“Everyone did well,” Hyunjin said as he paced at the front of the room. “I’ll see you all again soon.”

The dismissal was met with the beginnings of several conversations throughout the lecture room, and I simply organized my things before tossing my bag over my shoulder. Yet, on the way out the door, I couldn’t help but smile when I heard Hyunjin’s voice from behind me. “Y/N?” Hyunjin called out, and I could already feel the arousal gathering between my legs. “Why don’t you stay after class?”

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