#and he's just like. wow. that was embarrassing for you.

[xi-vz]

Look at me back on my BS. HC—Shen Yuan looks like Mobei Jun.

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Shen Yuan was a cute guy, at least his mom always said he was. He honestly didn’t care much for his looks. He was a teenage boy, and his interests lied with books, gaming, and trolling the comments section of the PIDW forums.

So maybe this whole thing was the forums fault?

Apparently Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky was going to make his first ever public appearance at a convention—it was exciting stuff seeing as PIDW just received a live action TV deal. (Shen Yuan wondered if the TV show would be able to transform the utter garbage parts into gold.)

Shen Yuan, with the fervor only a true (anti) fan could muster, scrambled to get his hands on a convention ticket the moment they went on sale. His parents even encouraged him! Happy to see him excited for something other than the internet. Securing his place, he also entered the cosplay competition where Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky would be a judge. Because why not? When else would he get to dress like a xianxia character?

It took him a while to decide who he wanted to dress up as. Look, if it were up to Shen Yuan he’d have been Luo Binghe. But, one, he doubted he could pull it off. Two, there were probably going to be a ton of Luo Binghe’s.

“Be the ice king,” his younger sister suggested one evening while the two fo them were hanging out in Shen Yuan’s room. She was busy on her Switch while he was on his laptop.

“Mobei Jun?” He asked, a skeptical look on his face.

“Yeah! You look like him.”

Which was untrue but whatever. Since he didn’t have any other ideas, he spent weeks (months) perfecting his costume, studying every detail from the illustrations and fan art.

(Shen Yuan learned how to sew for this costume!)

(And spent way too much money on commissioning what he couldn’t make.)

“You need to bulk up a bit,” his second older brother suggested one night. “I read some of Proud Immortal Demon Way, and Mobei Jun isn’t a twig like you.”

“Ha, A-Yuan is more of a twink,” his eldest brother teased.

So…Shen Yuan began to work out. He still had a few months until the costume contest.

It was hard at first, but his doctor had been on board. Granted, Shen Yuan couldn’t really get buff within a few months, but he did wind up with the beginnings of abs, his shoulders broadened and his ass looked great. There were a bunch of girls (and some guys) who made eyes at him at school now. Not that Shen Yuan noticed. But, he did notice that for the first time in his 19 years, he felt healthy.

When the day of the convention finally arrived, Shen Yuan found himself subjected to his sister's meticulous and admittedly skilled hand. She styled his already long black hair, adding extensions to achieve the full, flowing mane of Mobei Jun. She also worked some magic with makeup, highlighting his naturally icy blue eyes, which he had always considered a genetic defect, but today they were his greatest asset.

When he looked in the mirror, he barely recognized himself. There stood Mobei Jun, the demon king, imposing and cold. Shen Yuan’s heart pounded with excitement and a tinge of apprehension as he made his way to the convention center. His siblings in tow, because they wanted to root for him. As embarrassing as that was.

Upon arrival, the crowd was bustling with anticipation. Shen Yuan attracted a lot of attention—both for his stunning costume and his uncanny resemblance to Mobei Jun. A lot of people called out “my king!” As he walked by them, his cloak billowing behind him.

Damn, he felt majestic as fuck.

As he stood before the judges—a voice actress, a manhua artist and Airplane himself—he couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and anxiety.

That was until he saw Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky for the first time. And. Wow. Okay.

Airplane was younger than Shen Yuan thought. Maybe 20; handsome, which was so weird. Square-jawed, in great shape with his DanDaDan graphic tee stretched enticingly over his pecs and biceps. His hair was curly and kept in an attractive undercut. He wore glasses and had ear piercings and a lip piercing and dimples and a sleeve tattoo. What? What the fuck?

Was Shen Yuan experiencing heart palpitations?

Airplane looked exactly how Shen Yuan envisioned Luo Binghe to look.

Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky's dark eyes widened in surprise and delight at seeing a Mobei Jun cosplay. It wasn’t done often, the king was not a fan favorite. But, his jaw dropped as he stared.

Something happened when Shen Yuan and Airplane's eyes met. A zing went up Shen Yuan's spine. Airplane stopped the contest then and there and declared Shen Yuan the winner while jokingly (not really) asking for his phone number. They did get to chat later, one-on-one, when Airplane began to sign autographs into books.

“Well, My King,” Airplane smiled at Shen Yuan, and there went his heart again! Which was bad, and meant that Shen Yuan probably needed to see a doctor. “What name shall I write out as the receiver of this book?”

“Um,” Shen Yuan’s brain scrambled. Did he give his name? Did he coyly say Mobei Jun? Ah, he didn’t know what he was doing! That was his only excuse as he blurted out, “Peerless Cucumber.”

Airplane froze.

Shen Yuan froze.

And then Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky began to laugh.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝐼𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒*

Pairing: Vampire!Changbin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Idk what to put it as but changbin breaks in but there’s consent for the deed so. Choking, hand pinning, mentions of blood, unprotected sex, Creampie, oral(f), slight manhandling. This got some plot to it to wow- as always sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!

This was requested from my second prompt list with the prompt 3: “Look at you”. Side note I wanted to have this out earlier but I ended up getting sick :( so sorry for the late posting it!

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It was late, you were in your bed fast asleep. The window open to let the nice summer breeze in. You could hear faint sounds of crickets chirping which only put you into a deeper sleep. Your slumber was cut short however, a big hand gripping at your throat as another pushed down your other arm.

Your eyes show open staring up at the silhouette of the man above you. He pushed your head to the side giving clear way to your neck. You tried pushing him off of you his strong legs held you in place as he grabbed your other hand. Holding them both above your head now. “Get the hell off of me!” You yelled still struggling underneath him.

“Struggling so much and for what? We both know you can’t break free.” He said with a chuckle. “Just let me have my taste of you sweetheart” he spoke again his voice coming out like honey. In the midst of everything you took notice of his long fangs he had. You knew vampires were real but you had never encountered one. At least that you knew of. “I saw you at the library, from all my years on this planet I’ve never smelled anyone like you” he said almost groaning.

“You’re- you’re a vampire?” You asked sheepishly.

“That I am sweetheart. Now just relax hm? It’ll only hurt for a second. I promise to be gentle.” He said his head now nuzzling at your neck. He took a long whiff of your skin before sinking his teeth into you. You body arched at the sharp pain only to be met with a warm feeling circulating your body. He was telling the truth, it only hurt for a split second.

He lapped at your neck making you let out an embarrassing loud moan. He chuckled against your skin before his hand ran down your body. “Look at that, no panties? You must have been expecting me hmm” he said with another chuckle. Your eyes fluttered open and close at the feeling of his touch, at his words. His fingers ghostly brushed against your folds making him groan loudly. He pulled away from your neck moving himself quickly down your body. “Fuck- look at you- you’re soaked” he said with a wild smirk.

“Shut up” you said moving yourself upwards to get away from him. He quickly grabbed your legs pulling you right back down to him “uh uh no running sweetheart, let me take care of you hm?” He said diving quickly to your core giving you no time to protest. He lapped at your folds like he did to your neck this time though it was messier. His pretty nose rubbed against your clit as he ate you out tongue darting into you. Your head fell back, fuck you’ve never had anyone eat you out like this. Like it was the only way they could live, like they needed it like they needed air. Or in his case I guess- blood.

He pushed his fingers into you pumping slowly at first finding the right speed to drive you crazy. “How does every part of you just taste so- sweet? It’s addicting.” He mumbled against your skin. Your cunt clenched around his fingers you were so close already. He curled his fingers at just the right spot as he started to suck at your clit. “Let go sweetheart, cum for me” he said eyes keeping contact with yours.

He let a small nibble to your clit making your body arch, shaking as you came hard around his fingers. Just like your neck he cleaner you up making sure to not leave any of your sweet nectar behind. “You think you can give me one more? Cum on my cock like that hm? Can you do that for me sweetheart?” He asked in that same sweet honey voice.

“And- and if I say no” you breathed out.

“Then I’ll leave, but we both know you want this just as much as I do. I’ll be gentle I promise.” He said again. You took a moment to think, were you really gonna let this guy have what he wanted? You could see from the moonlight how handsome he truly was. Soft red eyes, the sharp jaw line and oh god that body. He wasn’t the stereotypical scrawny vampire no he was buff. Those big arms would be perfect little pillows.

“Well sweetheart?” He said snapping you back to reality. “What’s your decision?”

“Fine, only on one condition” you said trying to look sternly at him.

“And what may that be?” He asked scooting closer to you.

“I think I deserve- deserve cuddles after this” you said the request making him smile. Fuck- was his smile so sweet looking.

“Of course, you’ve been so good for me I wouldn’t dream of leaving you just yet” he said moving closer to kiss you but you pulled back.

“One more thing” you said.

“That would be two conditions then” he teased. “But go on”

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Oh, how could I forget my manners I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m changbin. Seo Changbin” he said.

Your eyes went wide, the little you did know about vampires you knew that last name. They were a huge coven with many high class vampires. “Wait- seo?” You asked.

“I’ll take all your questions after sweetheart, but for now I’m going to give this sweet little cunt what she’s craving” he said running his fingers up your folds.

He got his body positioned on top of you leaning down to finally kiss you. You could hear as he did his pants hitting the floor somewhere. He moved his cock up and down your folds collecting the slick enough to glide right in. When he pushed inside of you, you were shocked. His cock was fat, the thickness stretching you out so nicely. If it wasn’t for his work earlier it probably would have hurt. When he was nestled nicely inside you he peered down at you. His eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

“You- you can move” you said softly. And with that he did. He started off slow and deep. His cock taking in your warm walls as it moved.

“Fuck- everything about you is just so perfect” he groaned. His movements picked up but not before he hooked your legs. Pushing them to your chest as he made himself go as deep as possible. You could feel his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he pounded into you.

“Feel- good?” He asked breathily.

“S’good- feels so good” you moaned out. Your hands reached up to him, grabbing his strong muscular arms. His eyes looked so soft like he didn’t wanna hurt you. Like you were this precious little thing to him. He took your hand into his interlocking your fingers as he let your legs fall back to the side. He moved his body down towards you kissing you passionately.

He kissed down your jaw line and almost instinctively you moved your head, revealing your neck to him. This made something in his brain short circuit. His pupils dilated becoming a bit redder a low almost growl escaped his lips. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you faster, harder and somehow deeper. His fangs found your neck once again biting at the sensitive skin.

Everything mixed together had you seeing stars, moans and cries spilled from your lips as you felt you high fast approaching. “Cum. Cum for me sweetheart- fucking cum for me” he said in that same almost growl tone. Your body arched with one final thrust you both were cumming hard. Your body shook almost violently, with such a strong orgasm.

He moved himself back to your face kissing you lovingly before pushing some hair away.

He stared at you with so much love in his eyes it made you blush. “I broke one of my number one rules” he said with a light chuckle.

“Which was?” You asked.

“I never kiss anyone during sex, almost makes it feel to loving. But. I couldn’t help it. For you I’d give all my love” he said that honey voice returning. “I’ve watched you for a while, there was just something about you that I kept getting drawn to.” He added.

He kissed your nose softly before cradling you in his arms as if it was something he’s always done. He ran a warm bath before placing you into it. “I’m sorry for being so rough at the end, it’s just you- you bared your neck to me. That’s something that we vampires see as a sign of love and trust” he admitted.

“You’re from the seo coven right?” You asked, the question that you had wanted to from earlier.

“That I am, I’m actually one of the highest heirs. A vampire born from vampires. A pure blood if you will.” He said.

“So what you’re telling me is, a royal wanted me?” You said with a smile.

“Oh sweetheart, anyone would want you. You’re perfect in so many ways” he said stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you cleaned up shall we? I think one of your conditions was cuddling hmm?” He said kissing your forehead.

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[gottencents]

Like Real People Do - Winter

pairing. popular girl!winter x nerdy!reader

synopsis. a quiet, nerdy student’s life turns upside down when Kim Minjeong—popular, confident, and completely out of their league—confesses she likes them.

High school was a hierarchy, and you were at the bottom of it.

You weren’t bullied, but no one really noticed you either. You spent your time in the library, buried in books and solving equations that others found impossible. You weren’t particularly stylish, and socializing wasn’t your strong suit. That was fine. You were okay with being invisible.

That was until your math teacher decided to ruin your peaceful existence by pairing you up with Kim Minjeong—better known as Winter, the most popular girl in school—for tutoring.

It didn’t make sense. She had a group of friends who could help her, people who would trip over themselves to do anything for her. She was the type of girl who walked down the hallways like she owned them, while you stuck to the edges, hoping to avoid attention. You didn’t belong in the same world.

Yet, here you were.

Sitting across from her at the farthest table in the library, your heart thudding as you tried to ignore the fact that Winter—Winter—was twirling her pen absentmindedly, her elbow propped on the table, staring at you like you were some kind of puzzle she wanted to solve.

“You’re staring,” she finally said, her voice light but amused.

Your face heated up instantly. “I-I was just… focusing!” you stammered, looking down at the numbers on the page as if they could save you.

Winter chuckled. “Right. Because math is so fascinating.”

“For me, it is,” you muttered under your breath, gripping your pencil tighter.

She hummed, tapping her pen against her notebook. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?”

Your brain completely short-circuited.

You looked up at her, wide-eyed. “I—what?”

Winter smirked, resting her chin on her palm. “You always look like you’re trying to disappear. But when you’re embarrassed like this, it’s kinda nice. Makes you feel… real.”

Your throat went dry. She was messing with you. She had to be.

“You don’t have to pretend to flirt with me,” you mumbled, turning your attention back to the equation in front of you. “I know how this works. Popular girl, loser nerd—classic set-up for a joke.”

Winter’s playful expression faltered slightly. “Is that what you think?”

You didn’t respond. What else were you supposed to think? People like her didn’t go for people like you.

She sighed, sitting back in her chair. “Wow. You really don’t get it, do you?”

You hesitated, gripping your pencil tighter. “Get what?”

She tapped the eraser of her pencil against your notebook, forcing you to look at her. “I asked for you, Y/n.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

Winter tilted her head slightly, her eyes scanning your face like she was debating how much to say. “When Mr. Park said I needed tutoring, he was gonna assign me someone else. But I asked for you.”

Your heart stuttered. That didn’t make sense. “Why would you do that?”

Winter hesitated for a second before shrugging. “Because you’re smart. And you don’t treat me like I’m… untouchable or something. You don’t try to impress me, and you’re not fake.” She paused, then added softer, “And I like that.”

You swallowed hard. “You… like that?”

She gave you a look. “Yes. And I like you.”

Your world tilted. That—that—was impossible.

“But I’m just—”

“A genius?” she interrupted. “Funny, even when you don’t mean to be? Kind of adorable when you get all defensive?”

Your ears burned. “Winter—”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice softer now. “I get why you don’t believe me. But let me ask you something—have I ever been anything but honest with you?”

You thought about it. Winter was playful, flirty even, but she never lied. If anything, she was refreshingly direct, something that had always caught you off guard.

Slowly, you shook your head. “No… you haven’t.”

Winter smiled, reaching across the table and lightly flicking your forehead.

“Then stop overthinking,” she murmured. “And let me like you.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might explode. Winter—this cool, confident, completely out-of-your-league girl—liked you.

“Unless,” she teased, a smirk tugging at her lips, “you don’t like me back?”

You shook your head so fast it was embarrassing. “No! I mean—yes! I mean—I do! Like you!”

Winter laughed, and you were struck by how beautiful she looked when she was genuinely happy. “Good. Then maybe after this, we can go on a date?”

You swallowed hard, still feeling like this was some kind of dream. “Y-Yeah… I’d like that.”

Winter smirked, picking up her pen again. “Cool. Now, let’s get through this math so I can take my cute tutor out for coffee.”

You were pretty sure you just fell in love.

The tutoring session ended in a blur. Not because the math problems were particularly hard, but because your brain refused to process anything other than the fact that Winter—Kim Minjeong—had just asked you out on a date.

By the time you both packed up your things and stepped outside, the sun had started setting, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange. The air was crisp, the first hints of winter creeping in, but you could barely feel the cold with how warm your face was.

Winter walked beside you, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. “You good, nerd?” she teased, bumping her shoulder against yours.

You blinked. “Huh?”

She chuckled. “You’ve been quiet since we left. Regretting saying yes to a date with me?”

Your eyes widened. “No! Of course not! I just… still don’t understand why you even want to.”

Winter groaned, stopping in her tracks. You barely had time to react before she grabbed your wrist and turned you to face her.

“Y/n,” she said, her voice laced with exasperation, “are you seriously going to question everything I say?”

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off.

“I like you. I want to go on a date with you. Why is that so hard for you to believe?”

You hesitated, shifting on your feet. “Because you’re you,” you admitted. “And I’m just—”

Winter sighed, rolling her eyes. “Stop saying that.”

“But—”

“No buts!” She poked your forehead lightly, her gaze holding yours. “I don’t care if you think I’m ‘out of your league’ or whatever. I chose you, Y/n. Not because of some bet, not because I’m messing with you, but because I actually like you. So stop overthinking it.”

Your heart pounded. Winter’s words felt too good to be true, but the sincerity in her eyes told you she meant every single one.

“Okay,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up again.

Winter grinned, satisfied. “Good. Now, let’s get coffee before I freeze to death.”

She grabbed your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, lacing her fingers through yours as she started walking toward the nearest café. You, on the other hand, felt like your soul had just left your body.

Winter was holding your hand.

Kim Minjeong was holding your hand.

And she didn’t let go.

The café was small and cozy, the scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon filling the air. Winter pulled you inside, guiding you toward a table by the window. The warmth from inside the shop quickly melted away the evening chill, but nothing compared to the heat radiating off your face.

Winter ordered for both of you without hesitation, as if she had already memorized your usual drink. When she came back with two steaming cups, she slid yours across the table with a smirk.

“You drink way too much of this, by the way,” she teased, nodding at your cup.

You raised an eyebrow. “How do you know?”

Winter shrugged, taking a sip of her own drink. “I notice things about you.”

That sent your heart into a tailspin.

She noticed things about you?

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your sweater. “You do?”

Winter rested her chin on her hand, watching you with amusement. “Mhm. Like how you always push your glasses up when you’re thinking. Or how you chew on your pen when you’re stuck on a problem. Oh, and how you get this tiny little crease between your eyebrows when you’re annoyed.”

Your face was on fire. “You… notice all that?”

Winter laughed, her expression softening. “Of course, dummy. I like you, remember?”

You were certain you were seconds away from malfunctioning.

Winter reached across the table, her fingers lightly brushing against yours. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me, you know.”

You swallowed hard. “That’s kinda impossible.”

She grinned. “Why? Because I’m so popular and intimidating?”

You nodded, refusing to meet her eyes.

Winter sighed dramatically. “You’re such a nerd.”

You peeked up at her. “And you like that?”

Her smirk softened into something more genuine. “Yeah. I do.”

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t awkward. If anything, it was… warm. Comfortable.

For the first time, you let yourself believe that maybe—just maybe—Winter really did like you.

And that was the scariest, most exhilarating realization of all.

Monday morning came faster than you wanted. The school hallways buzzed with their usual energy—students gossiping by lockers, couples holding hands, and teachers trying to corral everyone into class. You walked in quietly, head down, hoping to blend into the background like you always did.

That had been the plan.

But you didn’t account for Winter.

You spotted her almost immediately, standing at her locker with a group of friends. Her hair caught the light, her confident smile effortlessly charming everyone around her. This was her world. She belonged here, surrounded by people who adored her.

And you? You were just hoping to survive the day unnoticed.

You turned on your heel, ready to make a beeline for your homeroom before she could see you.

“Y/n!”

Too late.

You froze, your heart leaping into your throat as Winter jogged toward you, her signature grin lighting up her face. A few people nearby glanced over, whispering among themselves.

“Hey, nerd,” she said casually, falling into step beside you.

You glanced at her nervously. “Hey…”

Winter tilted her head. “What’s with the quiet act? Trying to avoid me?”

“N-No! I just—” You faltered, your eyes darting around to the curious stares. “People are… watching.”

Winter looked around, then shrugged. “Let them.”

“Doesn’t that… bother you?”

“Not really,” she said, smirking. “Let them wonder. Maybe I like keeping them on their toes.”

You were about to respond when Winter reached out and tugged at the strap of your backpack, leaning in closer.

“Relax,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hallway noise. “You’re with me. They’ll get used to it.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Her words were simple, but they carried a weight you weren’t ready for. You’re with me.

It sounded so… natural.

And completely terrifying.

Winter must have noticed your nervousness because she chuckled softly, looping her arm through yours before you could protest. “Come on, let’s get to class.”

The classroom fell into stunned silence the moment you walked in—well, more like the moment Winter walked in with you, still holding onto your arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Every head turned in your direction, eyes widening, whispers starting up instantly.

“Are they… together?”

“When did that happen?”

“Is Winter seriously dating them?”

You could feel your palms start to sweat, panic bubbling in your chest. But Winter seemed completely unbothered, casually guiding you to your desk before finally letting go of your arm.

“I’ll see you at lunch,” she said with a wink.

And just like that, she was gone, leaving you to sit there and face the sea of curious stares on your own.

You slumped into your seat, covering your face with your hands. “This is a nightmare,” you muttered.

“Is it?” a voice beside you asked.

You peeked through your fingers to find your best friend, Yves, smirking at you. “You just walked in with Winter, arm in arm, like some kind of power couple. You’re living a dream, not a nightmare.”

You groaned. “Everyone’s staring.”

“Of course they are! You’re suddenly part of Winter’s world. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now?”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask for this much attention,” you muttered. “I just… don’t know what to do.”

Yves leaned in, her smirk softening into something more sincere. “Look, I know this is new and scary, but… maybe you should trust her. She’s not the type to fake something like this.”

You bit your lip, her words sinking in. Trust her.

It seemed so simple, but trusting someone like Winter—someone who lived in a world so different from yours—felt like stepping off a cliff, not knowing if you’d land safely.

But then you remembered the way she held your hand, the way she smiled at you like you were the only person who mattered, and something in your chest shifted.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to take that leap.

Lunch couldn’t have come any slower.

You spent the entire morning avoiding eye contact with half the school. Whispers followed you everywhere, and you were certain people were inventing wild theories about why Winter, the Kim Minjeong, had suddenly taken an interest in you. By the time lunch finally rolled around, your nerves were shot.

Yves caught up with you in the hallway. “So, what’s the plan? You sitting with her?”

You hesitated, gripping the strap of your backpack. “I don’t know… Should I?”

Yves raised an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah. You’re practically dating now. You can’t just not show up. She’ll think you’re bailing on her.”

“Right…” You swallowed hard, anxiety bubbling up.

You had barely stepped into the cafeteria when you spotted Winter, sitting at her usual table in the middle of the room. A couple of her friends sat with her, laughing at something she said. She was relaxed, completely in her element.

And then she saw you.

Winter’s face lit up, her eyes locking on yours. She waved you over without hesitation.

“Oh my God,” you whispered to Yves. “She’s really doing this.”

“Yep. Go on.” Yves nudged you forward with a grin. “I’ll be right here if you need rescuing.”

Your legs felt like lead as you made your way across the cafeteria. Every step felt heavier with the weight of all the stares that followed you. You could practically hear the gossip spreading like wildfire.

Winter scooted over to make room for you, patting the seat next to her. “Hey, you made it.”

“Yeah,” you managed, sitting down stiffly.

One of Winter’s friends, a short girl with sharp features, raised an eyebrow. “So, this is the famous Y/n?”

Winter shot her a look. “Be nice, Yeji.”

Yeji smirked but backed off, giving you an appraising glance. “Relax, I’m just messing around. You’re cute.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you just smiled awkwardly and prayed the ground would swallow you whole.

Winter leaned in, her shoulder brushing yours. “Ignore her. She’s always like that.”

You nodded, trying to focus on anything other than how close she was sitting. “So, uh… what do you usually do at lunch?”

“Talk, eat… sometimes make fun of people,” Winter said with a mischievous grin. “But today, I’m just hanging out with you.”

Your stomach flipped at her words, but you forced yourself to play it cool. “That’s… nice.”

Winter chuckled at your awkwardness, then reached for her drink. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?”

You blinked at her, heat rushing to your face. “I—uh—thanks?”

Before you could say anything else, someone across the cafeteria called out, “Hey, Winter! Didn’t know you were into nerds now!”

Laughter erupted from a nearby table.

Your heart sank, your worst fears bubbling to the surface. The room suddenly felt too hot, your pulse thundering in your ears. You were about to mumble an excuse and leave when Winter stood up.

“Yeah, I am,” she called back, her voice clear and confident. “Got a problem with that?”

The laughter died down immediately.

Winter sat back down, completely unfazed, and turned her attention back to you. “Anyway, as I was saying… you free this weekend?”

You stared at her in shock, barely able to process what had just happened. “I… think so?”

“Good. We’re going out,” she said, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. “I’ll text you the details later.”

The rest of lunch passed in a blur. Winter chatted with her friends like nothing had happened, while you sat there, stunned and overwhelmed.

By the time the bell rang, you felt like you had just survived some kind of social battlefield.

“You okay?” Winter asked as you walked out of the cafeteria together.

“I think so,” you said, still processing everything. “You really didn’t have to do that… with the whole standing up for me thing.”

Winter shrugged, slipping her hands into her pockets. “I wanted to. People should know you’re with me, and I’m not ashamed of it.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected. You’re with me.

Again, so simple. So certain.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

Winter smiled. “Get used to it, Y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”

The weekend felt like it took forever to arrive. You had spent the entire week replaying Winter’s words over and over in your head. “We’re going out.” Was this really happening? You’d always imagined something like this, but never in a million years did you think it would be with her.

The day before the date, you had stared at your closet for what felt like hours, unsure of what to wear. It wasn’t like you were used to going on dates. In fact, you’d probably never even been on one before. Winter, on the other hand, was practically a pro.

When Winter texted you the details—dinner at a cute café followed by a walk around the park—you almost thought she had sent the message to the wrong person. It all sounded so… normal. Like this was just something she did every weekend.

But for you? This was uncharted territory.

You spent the afternoon getting ready, trying on different outfits until you finally settled on something simple but comfortable—jeans, a nice top, and your favorite sneakers. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard, but you also didn’t want to look like you’d just rolled out of bed.

Winter had insisted she’d pick you up, so you were left pacing by your door, waiting for her to arrive. You kept checking your phone every few minutes, your anxiety climbing higher.

Finally, the sound of a car pulling up outside caught your attention. You rushed to the window, your heart doing a little flip when you saw Winter’s sleek black car parked in front of your house.

You grabbed your bag and rushed outside, barely giving yourself time to breathe.

Winter was leaning against the car when you stepped out, looking effortlessly cool in a leather jacket and dark jeans. She smiled when she saw you, her eyes lighting up in a way that made your chest tighten.

“You ready?” she asked, pushing off the car and walking over to you.

You nodded, trying to ignore the nerves crawling up your spine. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good.” She opened the passenger door for you, her smile warm and genuine. “Let’s go.”

The café was cozy, dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. The atmosphere was perfect for a date—intimate without being overwhelming. As soon as you walked in, Winter led you to a small table by the window, where the two of you could watch the world go by.

You sat down, trying to fight off the nervousness that had settled in your stomach. Winter, however, seemed completely at ease, scrolling through the menu with one hand while casually resting the other on the table.

“So, what’s your favorite food?” Winter asked, glancing up at you.

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Uh… I don’t know. I guess I like pasta.”

“Pasta, huh?” Winter smirked. “I can work with that.”

The waitress came over to take your orders, and Winter made a joke about her usual “adventurous” choices when it came to food. You laughed at her antics, grateful for the way she made everything seem so easy.

But the more the conversation flowed, the more you realized how much you were enjoying yourself. Winter wasn’t just the popular girl everyone admired from afar—she was kind, funny, and somehow, she seemed to be really interested in you.

At one point, she leaned across the table, her face inches from yours as she asked, “So, what’s something I don’t know about you?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You weren’t used to this kind of attention—people usually didn’t ask you these kinds of personal questions. You thought for a moment, then smiled. “I’ve always wanted to travel. Never really had the chance to go anywhere.”

Winter’s eyes softened. “Where would you go first?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Maybe Japan? Or Italy. I’ve always wanted to see the sights and try the food.”

“I’ll take you,” Winter said, the words slipping out effortlessly. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Your breath caught in your throat, your face flushing at her sudden promise.

“Seriously?” you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Winter smiled, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, why not? We’ll get there eventually. It’s a plan.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you simply nodded, your heart doing an excited little flip.

Dinner passed by in a comfortable blur, and before you knew it, Winter was paying for the meal, insisting that it was “her treat.”

“Thanks for tonight,” you said as she drove you home. The conversation had been easy, flowing naturally, and you couldn’t remember the last time you had enjoyed yourself this much.

Winter glanced at you, her expression softening. “It was nothing, really. I had fun. And I’m glad you came.”

When she pulled up in front of your house, she parked the car and turned to face you.

“So,” she began, her voice a little more serious now, “this was a good first date, right?”

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding in your chest. “Definitely. I had a great time.”

Winter leaned forward slightly, her gaze intense but gentle. “Good.”

Without warning, she reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“See you tomorrow, Y/n?” she asked softly.

Your heart fluttered, your stomach flipping with nerves and excitement. “Definitely.”

Winter smiled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the car. “Good night, nerd.”

“Good night,” you whispered back, watching her drive away, your heart still racing in your chest.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you headed inside. You were in for something more than you had ever imagined.

[peepawispunk]

Study Sessions

Pairing: Reed Richards x You

Summary: Your grades are slipping, but Reed thinks he knows the solution.

Warnings/tags: Coercion, student x teacher relationship, dubcon but you want it, creepy behaviour, power dynamics, Reed is a bit of a dick, manipulation, voyeurism, cock warming, deepthroating, throat bulge, penis size play ie Reed is a stretchy dude, deep fucking, belly bulge, oral sex, squirting, Reed typical superpowers, noncon elements, age gap

Word count: 3.3K

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This isn't the first time Professor Richards has asked you to stay back after class.

It is the first time he's locked the door though.

He flicked the lock shut after the last student out was halfway down the hall, rolling his sleeves up as he crossed the room to his desk, sitting in his chair and gesturing for you to sit opposite. His hand came up to his chin, rubbing at the stubble there. He looked deep in thought, and your curiosity spiked.

“Professor Richards? Is something wrong?”

“I've noticed your grades have been slipping lately. What's going on? Is there a problem at home?”

He was right; your GPA had slipped this year. It had little to do with the course content and everything to do with the fact that last year, your teacher was an old unattractive man. This year was the first year you'd had Professor Richards as your teacher. He made it difficult to focus on the coursework.

You flushed, embarrassed that your crush on him had gone so out of control that he'd noticed your slipping grades. “No, Professor. Nothing is wrong at home.”

“Is it the course content, then? Is there something I can help you with?” He looked at you with concern, eyes kind and understanding.

You hesitated. Professor Richards stood, rounding the desk to lean against it, next to you.

“I'm here to help, and I want you to succeed. If there's anything I can do to help you, I want you to tell me. You're going into astrophysics, right?”

“You remembered that?” You asked, surprised. On the first day of class, Professor Richards had you all stand up and introduce yourself and talk a bit about your career goals. You hadn’t thought he'd been paying attention.

“Of course. Like I said, I want my students to succeed. I want you to succeed. I see something special in you, and I'd hate to see this opportunity slip through your fingers if I could help you.”

“Wow, I don't know what to say. I feel even worse now for letting my grades slip.” Your gaze settled on the floor, focusing on a knot in the wooden flooring.

“Hey,” he said softly, urging you to look at him. “Tell me what's going on.”

“I've just been a little distracted in class. I swear nothing is going on. I'm just having trouble staying focused during lectures.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, watching you with perceptive eyes as you felt skin heat at the scrutiny. “Perhaps what you need are some one on one intensive lessons.”

“You'd do that for me? I know you're a busy man. I don't want to create more work for you.”

“Hey, it's my job to give my students what they need. I'm sure we could work something out.” Professor Richards said, resting a hand on your knee and squeezing gently. “Would you like that?”

Your cunt clenched involuntarily, the heat of his hand resting on your knee sparking a fire in your belly. Was he insinuating…? Why else would he put his hand on your knee like this?

“Oh.” You were at a loss for words. “Um...”

He tilted his head to the side slowly, sliding his hand up your leg a little, his thumb rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “You're a smart girl, aren't you sweetheart? A good girl, who cares about her grades.”

Oh. Holy shit. You'd fantasised about this man for months on end, to the point your grades were slipping, and he wanted to help you with your grades in return for sex?

A no-brainer if you'd ever seen one.

“Yes, Professor.” You nodded demurely. He obviously got off on the power play of this scenario, so you'd play along. You were a smart girl, after all. You shifted your legs slightly, parting your thighs under your pencil skirt. “I care.”

“Knew you were a clever girl.” He smiled, sliding his hand higher, fingers skirting against the gusset of your panties. “Huh. You want this, don't you?” He pressed down with nimble fingertips, stroking your seam through the damp fabric. “Yeah, you want this.”

You nodded.

“I want you. Been so distracted by you, professor. But what about your wife?”

He chuckled darkly. “Believe me, my wife gets as much out of this as I do.” His gaze flicked across the room for a moment, before returning to your face, watching your reaction as he slipped a finger underneath the fabric of your panties, brushing against the slick wetness of your lips. “Oh she's weeping for it, isn't she?” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “How long since someone's taken care of this pretty little pussy?”

“Uh,” you tried to think, as his fingers gently stroked the shape of your lips, spreading the slick around inside your panties. “A-almost a year.”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Well no wonder you're so distracted in class, huh sweetheart? Gotta take care of this pretty pussy. She's meant to be stuffed full. I bet if we take care of her, we can get you paying attention in class again. Think she's gonna need weekly appointments.”

“Weekly?” Your voice betrayed your interest.

“Yeah, sweetheart. Are you ready to commit to your education?”

“Yes, Professor.”

“While we're doing these tutoring sessions, you can call me Reed. Or Sir.” He said with a wink, withdrawing his hand from your panties and bringing it to his mouth. “Mmm, you taste so good, sweet girl. Are you ready for our first lesson?”

“Yes Sir.”

He smiled, loosening his tie. “Good girl. Go ahead and strip off for me. Don't go making a mess, though. I expect your clothes to be folded neatly and placed on your chair when our lessons begin. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” You said, fingers trembling a little with excitement as arousal flared through you, and you began to undress. His gaze never left your body, heating your skin as he watched you strip, folding your clothes and placing them on your chair. Then, you were standing bare in front of him, waiting for his next instruction.

“Get on your knees.” He said, reaching down to palm himself through his slacks.

Your head was spinning with arousal as you followed his order, kneeling in front of him. You were scant inches away from his crotch, you could practically smell the musky scent of his arousal through the fabric. The bulge was impressive, the bulk of his length sitting to the left side of the zipper, resting against his leg.

“What now?” You asked softly, and he braced his hands against the desk behind him, shifting his hips closer to you.

“You're a smart girl, aren't you? How about you take some initiative.”

Your unsteady hands came up to his waistband, flicking open the button of his slacks and lowering the zipper. To your surprise, he'd foregone underwear, and you could see the leaking tip of his cock drooling a wet spot onto the black fabric. Your hand was immediately drawn to it, swiping a finger through it and bringing it to your mouth. He groaned, and you looked up at him through your lashes, pulling his slacks down til they pooled at his ankles.

“Oh, you're a naughty fucking girl too, huh?” He looked down at you, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Look at you, on your knees for a married man.”

Hot shame and arousal washed over you, and you wanted nothing more than to shut him up; to change his scathing words into moans and whimpers. You looked him in the eye, licked your palm and took him in your hand.

He felt like velvet wrapped steel in your hand, his uncut dick flushed a pretty pink, his foreskin sliding with a slick noise as you jerked him a few times before bringing the tip to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the head, swirling and slurping, tongueing the slit as you shifted yourself closer, resting your palm on his bare thigh. He was deceptively muscular, you noticed, feeling the bulk of him under your hand.

“Look at you, kissing on him like that.” He breathed, bringing his hand to grip your head, winding through your hair. “He’s feeling real cold. How about you warm him up for me, hmm?”

The thumb of his other hand rested on your lower lip, encouraging you to open your mouth wide as he fed you his cock. It felt like he kept going and going further into your throat, but your mouth hadn’t yet reached the base of him.

He must’ve noticed your confusion, and he hummed sympathetically. “Oh yeah, he’s a grower, baby. Let’s see how much you can handle. You gonna take what I give you?”

You hummed in assent, nodding as best as you could.

“Atta girl.” He grinned, thickening in your throat. “You tap my leg if you need to stop.” He told you, elongating one arm so he could feel you, thumb rolling your nipple as his fingers stretched down to toy with your cunt.

You moaned around him, reedy and desperate as he used his abilities to tease you. You’d seen him use his abilities occasionally, reaching to write on the far end of the blackboard, or stretching to reach something out of reach. You’d imagined how he might use them in the bedroom, and so far, the reality was surpassing your expectations.

“Sit still for me now. There you go.” He said gently, caressing your face. “You’re gonna keep him nice and warm while I read these papers. If you behave, I’ll fuck you after.”

He didn’t even wait for your response, picking up the essay on his desk and reading it, his other hand still teasing you. When he slipped a finger inside you, you moaned, shifting a little.

“Be still.” He reminded you disapprovingly, not even looking up from his reading. “You want this cock inside you, you have to earn it. I don’t go giving just anyone a ride, sweetheart.”

He was deliberately making it hard for you to stay still, and you both knew it. Still, you made an effort to be completely still. Your throat bulged with the size of him; he’d left just enough room for oxygen to pass through, so he could sit heavy inside the wet heat of your throat until he was ready to leave. You thanked the universe for your lack of a gag reflex; you needed that special skill now more than ever.

Time seemed to fade as you knelt in front of him silently, under the onslaught of his wandering fingers. You slipped into a relaxed state as best you could. It would have been almost meditative if you weren’t being teased by nimble fingers massaging your g spot, stretching and pushing in all the right spots to make you see stars.

Reed finally finished his reading, withdrawing his fingers from you. His arm shrunk back to normal, and he brought his fingers to his mouth. “Mmm, so fucking sweet. Looks like even naughty girls can be good with the right incentive.” He set the paper down on the desk, reaching down to give you a hand up as he shrunk himself back to normal, pulling out of your mouth. You noted that even back to normal, he was above average.

He winced sympathetically when he saw your knees, flattened and unhappy from kneeling for so long. “Aww, sweetheart. Hop up on the desk. Let me kiss them better.”

He helped you settle onto his desk, bending to kiss your left knee. His whiskery facial hair tickled you as he pressed a gentle kiss to the tender skin there, then the other, before focusing his eyes on your glistening cunt.

“Look at you. So fucking wet.” He inhaled deeply, trailing his nose up your thigh. “I need to have a proper taste.”

“Fuck, please, I need to come.” You begged, letting your legs fall open further.

“Oh, baby, no. I never said anything about making you come. You gotta earn that, too.”

“How? What do you want me to do?” You asked desperately, watching his slow journey to your pussy.

“You can start by playing with those pretty tits of yours while I have a taste.” He commanded, watching with darkened eyes as you did what he asked, cupping yourself and rolling your nipples, eliciting a gasp from your throat. He nodded once, approvingly, bringing his thumbs to your cunt lips to spread it nice and wide so he could get a proper look at you. His nose led the way, delving into your folds and smearing the slick around, dragging it up to your clit, nuzzling into the swollen peak of flesh there and making you moan.

“Not too loud, sweetheart. Don’t want everyone to know you’re fucking your professor, do we?”

You pant out an apology, but his focus is already elsewhere, his tongue licking a broad, flat stripe up your cunt. You moan again, softer, and he chuckles. “Can’t help it, can you? So responsive, and it’s been so long. You need something in that mouth?”

You nod, and quick as anything, he has two fingers pressing down on your tongue, ordering you to suck.

Satisfied with your noise level now, he starts eating your cunt in earnest, showing you the off-label uses of his abilities. His tongue, now buried in you elongated and focused an attack on your g spot, pressing and twisting and curling against you in a way that had you throwing your head back, arching your back and doing everything in your power not to bite his fingers.

He licked the nectar from your walls, chasing the flavour of you until your cunt was soaked with your slick and his saliva, bringing you to the edge of the desk with one strong hand.

You were impossibly close when he stopped, his tongue returning to normal. He pressed a final kiss to your clit, before leaning over you on the desk, guiding himself to your entrance.

“Ready?” He asked, sliding his tip through your slick, nudging your clit and making you gasp. You nodded, and he pushed inside you, fully seating himself, his balls hitting your ass. “Took me so well, baby. Are you ready for more?” He raised an eyebrow, and you nodded desperately. You weren’t sure how much you could take, but you’d give it your best shot. You wanted him to ruin you; wanted to feel him tomorrow.

“I’m ready.”

“Say when.” He said, smirking at his own joke, and you felt him swell inside you. “Do you prefer it real long, or real thick?”

You were too busy processing the sensations inside of you to respond in a timely manner, and he just nodded, like you’d answered anyway.

“Oh, that’s right. Naughty girl like you likes both, huh?”

He gained a look of focus on his face as you felt him swell inside you, pressing against nerves you didn’t know you had and making you shake and moan.

“Fuck, would you look at that.” His eyes settled on your belly, and you looked down to see a distinct bulge there, long and thick and twitching below your belly button. He pressed his palm down firmly, making you both moan.

“You’ve got to feel this.” He took your hand, pressed it down against your belly, and held it there. Then, he started to move.

You could feel him sliding around in your cunt, pushing your cervix high into your guts as he pounded into you, could feel the length of his dick retreating and returning under your hand. You were still playing with your tits with your free hand, your arousal building dizzyingly. You hoped he’d let you come, because no toy you owned was going to compare to this. Hell, you weren't sure anything could compare to this. He was ruining you for everything and everyone else, and he knew it.

He stilled for a second, changing the rhythm. His movements were slower now, rolling into you. His hands gripped your legs, slinging them over his shoulders as he leaned into you. You could've sworn you felt a brush of a fingertip across your ankle, followed by a warm breath, but when you looked, his hands were nowhere near your ankles. You were so overstimulated you didn’t know what was what anymore.

“Have I been good, Sir? Have I earned it? I want to come, please.” You babbled, walls tightening around his dick. He was gritting his teeth in pleasure now, brows knitting together.

“Fuck, so good. Right there.” He moaned, hand pressing down on your stomach again. “I’m close, baby.” He opened his eyes, gaze meeting yours. “You come on this dick or not at all. You wanna come, you do it now.”

His hands were gripping your hips now, and he levelled a sharp smack against your ass, making you clench around him.

A ghostly sensation trailed across your cunt, soft fingertips pinching at your clit even though his hands were occupied, and you wondered just how many powers he had that you didn’t know about.

Before you could question it any further, you were tumbling over the edge. Something felt different this time, and a feeling of panic spiked in your gut as the feeling spiralled out of control. It almost felt like you had to pee, and you tried to stop it but it was no use. The most intense orgasm of your life crashed over you, turbulent and wet, soaking Reed’s belly and his pubic hair, dripping down to his balls.

His jaw dropped, a moan slipping out unbound. “God, look at you. Did you know you could do that, sweetheart?”

You shook your head no, and he grinned.

“We’re gonna have some fun with that later.”

He thumbed at your clit, fucking into you faster, a focused determination pounding at your g-spot until you were practically howling with pleasure. Your whole body tingled, set alight as you had your second orgasm, cunt clenching and squeezing helplessly around his massive cock as you squirted all over him again.

The combined image and sensation had Reed grunting, turning to bite down on your calf to avoid making too much noise, filling you with hot bursts of cum, his hips stuttering and abdominal muscles clenching against the backs of your thighs as he filled you until it leaked onto the desk.

Before you could even catch your breath, he was tucking himself back into his slacks. He wiped the desk with his handkerchief, then sat back into his chair with a satisfied look on his face.

You got dressed, feeling his cum pooling in your panties as you straightened yourself up.

“Same time next week?” He asked, watching you lecherously as you buttoned your blouse back up.

“Yes, sir.” You answered, legs wobbly as you said goodbye and left the room, closing the door behind you.

The door locked shut behind you almost immediately. You heard the quiet snick and you assumed he’d used his long reach to do it.

What you didn't hear was his wife's voice on the other side of the door as she made herself visible again.

“So, what did you think?” Reed asked, pulling his wife into his arms and settling her on his lap.

“She was a good one.” Sue said, grinding down on her husband’s lap. “Hot little thing. Obedient.”

He was hard again already, rolling his hips up into her. “Mmm, she was.”

“Ready for more already?” She asked, pressing a kiss to his lips. He grinned, popping open his pants again, shoving them down just enough to free himself.

“For you? Always.” He said, guiding her down onto his cock, still covered with your combined spend.

That’s how she liked it.

[bweeeb]

SHE

Summary: When Mattheo and Theodore really fill you up for the first time they guarantee that you will never get hurt.

warnings: English is not my first language. It's very short, nothing special. Maybe a start to something if you want.

Maybe you were the problem.You definitely weren’t the problem.But what if you were?For an entire month, you hadn’t dared to lower your head, but every time you entered your dormitory or prepared to step into a crowded room, the air emptied from your chest.You felt like you were walking in circles—this was supposed to be a better year.

By the Gods, every time your parents asked in letters about new friends and school activities, you bit your cheek so hard that you tasted blood, just to gather the courage to lie to them.You had left Ilvermorny because of the exclusion the girls always subjected you to. Your only friend had been transferred, leaving you alone with the terrifying feeling of never having a moment of peace in that place.Hogwarts was supposed to be a good school, a place where you could make new friends and have fewer blackmailers around. And yet, two months later, there you were, your books thrown to the ground along with a frog conjured by one of the Slytherins.— Hahaha, wow, thanks, that was really funny. You muttered with no emotion in your voice as you knelt down, using one of your books to swat away the slimy frog and gather the rest of your things.

— Are you complaining, you freak? I could shut that little mouth of yours right in the position you're in. One of them said, stepping closer and gripping your hair tightly, making your eyes water from the pain.

— She’s not even that ugly. I think I could actually get hard looking at her like this.Another one of them said, laughing along with the others.

— Fuck off, stop touching me.

You growled, feeling the tears spill involuntarily down your cheeks.— I can’t believe you’re a Slytherin—you’re a disgrace, that’s what you are.

Voices in the corridor started echoing closer.

— Hey, what the fuck is going on here?The Italian accent gave away Theodore Nott from his very first word.

— Just stay out of this, man.Another voice, and it was obvious that Mattheo Riddle was the one with the rough, uninterested tone.

— Dude, she’s crying.Your whimpers were loud

—there was no way to deny it.

— Some cry, some scream with joy, I don’t decide that.Mattheo said, rolling his eyes.

— Come on, Mattheo, stop being an asshole.

— Shit. Hey, girl, are you okay?Mattheo stepped into the corridor and saw the malicious faces of the three Slytherin boys. But if it had been just any guys, Mattheo might not have immediately known something was wrong. But with that trio, something was always wrong.

— Fuck.

Riddle muttered, approaching with Theodore at his side in long strides. — You idiots, let her go.

— Stay out of this, Nott.

— So that means I can punch you, then.Before even getting a response, Mattheo punched the guy holding you hard, knocking him to the ground.

— What were you planning, huh?Nott asked, threatening the other two boys, who started shaking their heads while Mattheo kept hitting the one on the floor.

— N-nothing.

— W-we swear, w-we don’t want a-anything to do with that bitch.

As soon as those words left one of their mouths, Theo clicked his tongue against his teeth and punched the guy in the face, giving enough time for the other one to run away.

— Don’t. Talk. About. Her. Like. That.

He said, pausing between words as he increased the force of his punches.

— You and your friends better not even look in her direction, do you understand me?Theo heard Mattheo say to the other guy, gripping the bloodied collar of his shirt. As soon as the two ran off, battered and bruised, both boys turned their gaze to you—fragile, wide-eyed, clutching your books tightly.

— Thank you. You whispered, embarrassed, and quickly got up from the floor, wanting to get away from there as fast as possible. Then, you disappeared down the corridor, still under the watchful eyes of a very intrigued Theo and Mattheo.

— Dude, how many times do you think this happens?

— I’ve seen her around once. Should’ve paid more attention. She’s cute.

— No one fucking touches her.

— Not anymore.

[scoupsakakitty]

your small reminders are so cute thank you <3 i love all your work i think i almost read every story. may i ask where you're from? and can I also request another seventeen reaction, maybe seventeen reacting to y/n watching their fan edits on tiktok.

How SVT would react to y/n watching their Fan Edits

Aww thank you! I‘m from Germany 👉🏻👈🏻

S.Coups:

Y/n sat on the couch, completely absorbed in her phone. She didn’t even notice that for the past ten minutes, Seungcheol had been quietly standing behind her, watching as she scrolled through his fan edits on TikTok. She was even liking them.

A wide grin spread across his face as he watched her eyes sparkle at one particularly flattering edit where he did that signature smirk of his.

Finally, unable to hold back, he broke the silence, his deep voice making her jump.

“I’ve seen that one on my FYP too,” he chuckled, pointing at the video.

Y/n gasped, her phone nearly slipping from her hands. “Choi Seungcheol! How long have you been standing there?!”

“Long enough to know you have good taste,” he teased, sitting next to her with that smug grin still plastered on his face. “Wanna watch them together?”

Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re impossible.”

Jeonghan:

Y/n was in the kitchen, scrolling through edits while waiting for the tea to boil. She didn’t realize Jeonghan had been watching her from the doorway, his arms crossed, an amused smile on his face.

“Are you really watching fan edits of me right now?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She nearly dropped her phone in surprise. “What—no! I mean… maybe?”

He sauntered over, peeking over her shoulder. “Wow, they really made me look like a prince, huh?” he smirked. “But you don’t need those edits. You can just stare at me in real life.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but laughed. “You wish.”

“No need to wish,” he winked, “I’m right here.”

Joshua:

They were on the couch, both casually scrolling through their phones when Joshua noticed y/n giggling beside him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, leaning over slightly.

Y/n hesitated, but then showed him the screen—a fan edit of him playing guitar, the background music making it extra dramatic.

Joshua laughed softly. “They really made me look cooler than I am.”

“You are cool,” she replied without thinking, then quickly looked away, embarrassed.

Joshua smiled, his heart skipping a beat. “Thanks… but I think you’re cooler for actually watching these.”

Jun:

Jun walked into the living room to find y/n laughing on the couch, her phone tilted away from him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, plopping down next to her.

Y/n tried to hide her phone, but he was quicker, snatching it gently from her hand. His eyes widened when he saw a fan edit of him dancing, with dramatic slow-motion cuts and flashing lights.

“Ohhh, so this is what you do in your free time?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Y/n groaned. “Give it back!”

“No way,” he grinned. “I’m sending this to the group chat.”

Hoshi:

Hoshi was sitting next to y/n, leaning over to see what she was watching.

“Are those… my edits?” he gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

Y/n burst out laughing. “Yes! Carats are so talented, look at this one!”

They both watched an edit of Hoshi doing a fierce dance break.

“Wow,” Hoshi nodded approvingly. “They made me look like a professional or something.”

“You are a professional!” y/n giggled.

“Right, right,” he grinned. “I should hire them to do my PR.”

Wonwoo:

Y/n was quietly watching a soft, aesthetic edit of Wonwoo reading a book, the peaceful background music matching his vibe perfectly.

Wonwoo entered the room silently, as always, and sat down next to her without a word. After a few seconds, he peeked at her screen.

“Is that… me?” he asked softly, his eyes flickering with amusement.

Y/n blushed. “Yeah, but look how good you look!”

Wonwoo chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “I didn’t know reading could be so dramatic.”

“Everything you do looks cool,” she mumbled.

His smile lingered longer than usual. “You’re too kind.”

Woozi:

Woozi was in the studio, deeply focused on mixing tracks, while y/n lounged on the couch, scrolling through her phone.

Suddenly, she started giggling. Woozi looked up, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

Y/n eagerly showed him a cute fan edit of him, with hearts and sparkles floating around his serious face.

Woozi squinted at the screen, then burst out laughing. “Why do I look like an anime character?”

“Because you are one,” she teased.

Woozi shook his head, smiling. “Carats really have too much time on their hands.”

DK:

DK noticed y/n sitting on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Curious, he peeked over her shoulder and saw a crack edit of himself making weird faces during a performance.

“HEY!” he exclaimed, pretending to be offended. “Why are you watching that?!”

Y/n couldn’t stop laughing. “Because it’s hilarious!”

DK grabbed her phone. “Let me see! …Okay, yeah, that’s actually funny.”

They ended up watching more together, both laughing until their stomachs hurt.

Mingyu:

As soon as Mingyu walked in, y/n quickly hid her phone behind her back.

“What was that?” he asked, smirking.

“Nothing!” she replied too quickly.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow and playfully lunged at her, easily snatching the phone from her hands. When he opened TikTok, her search history popped up:

“Mingyu abs.”

He burst out laughing, nearly doubling over. “Y/n! You’re searching for my abs?!”

Y/n turned bright red. “I was just curious!”

“You could’ve just asked for a live show,” he teased, flexing dramatically.

“Get out!” she groaned, throwing a pillow at him while he laughed even harder.

The8:

Minghao was painting quietly while y/n scrolled through her phone nearby. She let out a soft giggle, catching his attention.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, setting his brush down.

Y/n showed him a beautiful, artistic edit of him from a recent performance.

He watched it silently, then nodded thoughtfully. “Carats have good taste,” he said with a smirk. “But I think you’re more talented for finding these.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Smooth.”

Seungkwan:

Seungkwan noticed y/n trying to stifle her laughter while scrolling through her phone.

“What’s so funny? Show me!” he demanded playfully.

Y/n hesitated, but he snatched the phone, seeing a compilation of his funniest moments.

“Yah! Why do they always make me the funny one? I’m cool too!” he pouted.

“You’re both,” y/n smiled.

Seungkwan grinned, satisfied. “Alright, I’ll accept that.”

Vernon:

Vernon asked y/n if he could borrow her phone to look something up. She handed it to him without thinking.

As soon as he unlocked it, TikTok was still open—and right there was a fan edit of him.

He paused, raised an eyebrow, and slowly turned to her.

“Really?” he said with a half-smile.

Y/n’s face turned bright red. “I—It just popped up!”

Vernon chuckled, handing the phone back. “Sure it did.”

Dino:

Dino and y/n were chilling in the practice room when he noticed her smirking at her phone.

“What’s that?” he asked, leaning over.

Y/n showed him a hilarious fan edit of his baby photos mixed with his current performances.

“YAH! Why do they always use my baby pics?!” he exclaimed, laughing.

“Because you were adorable,” she teased.

“Was? I still am!” he shot back, both of them bursting into laughter.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

My Best Friends Brother (6)

Player 001 x reader

All parts located on my Masterlist

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You and In Ho had been at the mattress store for what felt like days before he finally agreed upon one with you.

“You suck at picking mattresses” he tells you.

“You like them hard, I like them soft!” You defended.

“You like it when my dicks hard” he said smirking at you. You punched his chest. “Ow! (Y/n)!”

“Well you’re being a weirdo”

“Yeah because your boyfriend, who you fuck, if you forgot, is telling you that you like his dick hard. I’m the weirdo” he chuckles as he rolls his eyes.

You walked through the streets coming upon a bar on your way home. He pulled you through the door.

“Wow, drinks?” You exclaimed as you looked around. “Wow, this place looks so awesome.” He smiled at you.

“Yeah, it’s all right” he answers casually. “Look, I just wanted to get a drink and leave”

“Oh, well that’s fine” you say. “Corona extra with lime” he nods and goes to order the drinks before returning to the table. Plopping your longneck bottle in from of you. He takes a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn’t deny, he looked so hot. His jeans, and his white-tee shirt, his messy black hair. You sat in the silence as the bar music played in the background.

“You look pretty today” he said.

“You look hot” you respond, he bit his bottom lip, trying to conceal his smile. “You know, you can freely smile around me… makes you look sexier” Suddenly, he stood, grabbing your hand and pulling him to the bathroom with him. Pulling you into the men’s room where the music was louder, he pushed you against the wall, his lips viciously attacking yours. You intertwined your fingers as he held your hand above your head.

He pushed his knee between your thighs, spreading your legs open. You moved against him seeking friction.

“That’s its. Use my thigh to get yourself off like the horny girl I know you are” he wickedly grinned at you as you buried your face in his chest as you breathed heavily. Working fast to reach your orgasm. He moved your head to look at him, desperation etched into your eyes. “Such a good girl” he said.

“I just want to cum” you cried. His hands roamed down to your hips, helping you move against him. His lips attaching to yours.

As the friction builds, and you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. In Ho's breathing quickens, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. You can sense his excitement, and it only adds to your own.

“Come on, cum for me.” He coaxes, circling your clit. Your moans grew louder as the sudden wave of pleasure washed over you. Your body shook with pleasure, as you gripped him. Hanging onto your wit’s end as you came.

He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk,

“you got your cum on my jeans” you looked down and realized the wet spot on his jeans. Embarrassment now clouding your eyes as you looked down. He tilted your head back up, “I hope you cum on me more later, this was a preview to what the pretty pussy is gonna do for me later”

He held your hand as you exited the bathroom, continuing your walk back home. Darkness settling upon the city of Seoul. The LEDs (from LC Sign, not a paid promo I just was him on TikTok) were shining brightly.

“So, are we gonna tell my brother?” He asked pensively as you neared the front door. “That we’re sleeping together.” You hadn’t thought about it.

“Mmm, I don’t know” you say, before you have a chance to finish your sentence In Ho places a quick kiss on your lips. Smiling as he opened the door, letting you trail behind him, blushing deeply.

Will you tell Jun-Ho? Or keep it a secret for longer?

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OOO TOKOYAMI FRIENDS TO LOVERS???? TOKOYAMI SITS INFRONT OF READER AND DARK SHADOW STARTS TO GOSSIP AND GIGGLE WITH READER QUIETLY (^_^)v TOKOYAMI AND READER EVENTUALLY START TO HANGOUT AND YK WHAT ELSE (*^-^) IDK IVE HAD THIS CUTIE IDEA FOR A WHILE AND YOURE THE ONLY WRITER I HAVE ENOUGH TRUST TO SHARE THE IDEA WITH </3

IM ABSOLUTELY HONOURED TO WRITE THIS OUT <33!!

from strangers to friends to lovers

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 - 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 ����𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧 (𝗙𝗧 𝗙𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗞𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗜)

classmates? seatmates? friends? lovers? just kiss already!

the new seating plan was weird, as much as you’ve been with your class for a year and still counting, you weren’t that familiar with the people surrounding you. you took a seat, deciding to just stick to yourself and hoping the day would go by faster if you did. it seems like the universe had the complete opposite in store for you. 

“psssst” you ignored it, thinking it was kaminari trying to call kirishima for something stupid 

“heeeyyy, you!” the voice whispered. you picked your head up, coming face to face with tokoyamis quirk. 

dark shadow. 

“hiiii!” the funny creature called. tokoyami seemed oblivious to this, considering he had his desk on the table, snoozing. 

“i’m bored” dark shadow crossed his arms, as he watched you complete your work. you smiled at him “what would you like to do then?” 

“oooo how about we play x and o’s!!” 

“sure!” 

tokoyami woke up to the buzzing sound of snickers and laughter, he turned around to see dark shadow and you, playing x and o’s, he watched the two of you have fun, unaware of the smile forming on his face, and just as he noticed. his demeanor changed, “that’s enough dark shadow, stop troubling the young lady” 

“awwww but we were having fun!!” dark shadow sulked as tokoyami scolded him. “it’s really no big deal fumikage, i don’t mind!” you grinned as dark shadow clapped his hands together 

“yayy!!” 

days went by, dark shadow grew attached to you, and so did tokoyami. you hanging out with dark shadow, meant also hanging out with tokoyami, and he became accustomed to your presence.  

tokoyami took a nap, as dark shadow doodled on the loose page you tore out of your book for him. “i think fumi has a crush on you!!” 

you giggled “wow, you really think so?”

“hundred!! he’s always smiling at you, he’s never done that before!!”

“idk bud, maybe he just warms up whenever he sees us hanging out ya’know?” 

“i’m telling you (y/n)!! he-“

“i what?” tokoyami peered at dark shadow

“whoopsie! nothing!” the cloudy purple shadow screamed. 

tokoyami facepalmed himself “i’m sorry if he said anything embarrassing, my deepest apologies (y/n)”

“it’s not biggie!” you giggled as the siren rang, indicating classes were over. 

tokoyami, exited the class faster than the speed of light, leaving you behind to eat his dust, “bye (y/n)!!” dark shadow squealed 

“fumi wait up!” you screamed as you gathered your belongings. 

after running for more than two minutes, you caught up to tokoyami outside the dorms. 

“fumi! hold on!”

“hu-“ 

you cut him off, “would you like to grab coffee with me” 

before tokoyami could answer, dark shadow did for him, “we’d love to!!” 

you let out a sigh of relief “perfect! see you in a bit then?” 

you left the two behind as tokoyami glared at dark shadow “come on! you had to make a move!” he had to thank dark shadow for that. 

weekly trips to café’s turned into daily trips after school, the subtle touch of his knuckles grazing your knee turned into soft glances of your side profile, and longing gazes from fumikage, as he stood across the room, more than an arms length away from you. 

he wanted you, but he was shy, and that’s where dark shadow would come in. 

you sat ontop of tokoyamis bed while the three of  you played cards, “and i win!!” dark shadow exclaimed “you’re such a cheater!” you exclaimed, throwing your deck on the bed. cards spilled everywhere, tokoyami rushed to pick

it up and so did you, the both of your lips inches away from each other, dark shadow noticed this too, giving tokoyami a nudge and forcing his lips to crash into yours. the peck left you hungry for more, “i-i’m sor-“ you cut tokoyami off, the kiss this time more passionate. “finally!!” dark shadow exclaimed, “you’re so dead” tokoyami grumbled. “i didn’t want things to play out this way, how about i take you out for lunch? 

“sounds perfect!” you placed a kiss on his cheek

he could get used to this. 

[niniwritesxo]

ahhhhh i love ur fics sm!! ur such an amazing writer! if ur taking requests could u do something w roh jae won and reader crushing on eachother on the squid game set? have a good one !! ❤️❤️

‘you told me last night’

hope you like it !

꩜ —————————————————————————

filming squid game season 2 was already intense, but dealing with a growing crush on roh jae-won? that was a whole different kind of high-stakes game.

it had started small, things like stolen glances, playful teasing, the way his laughter always seemed to linger in your ears longer than anyone else’s. but lately, it had escalated. the late-night rehearsals, the dramatic tension during scenes, the accidental touches that sent electricity through your veins, it was becoming unbearable.

꩜ .ᐟ ————

“again?” you groaned, stretching your arms over your head. the entire set was nearly empty except for a few lingering staff members. the two of you had volunteered (or rather, been forced) to stay late and rehearse an upcoming emotionally charged scene.

“you’re the one who kept messing up,” jae-won teased, tossing you a water bottle.

“oh, excuse me, mr. perfect actor. maybe if you didn’t keep staring at me like that, i wouldn’t forget my lines.”

his eyes widened slightly, and for a second, he looked caught, like he hadn’t realized just how obvious he’d been. but then he grinned, leaning in slightly. “like what?”

your heart nearly stopped. was he actually flirting back?

“you know what,” you muttered, turning away, trying to pretend your face wasn’t burning.

jae-won chuckled, but instead of pushing further, he exhaled and straightened. “okay, let’s be serious, one more take.”

the scene required raw emotion, desperation, anger, and heartbreak. and somehow, despite your mutual teasing, when the cameras weren’t rolling, jae-won had a way of locking eyes with you that made it terrifyingly real.

by the time you finished, the room was silent. the tension was so thick you could almost touch it.

“that was… intense,” you breathed out.

jae-won didn’t answer right away. he just looked at you, his gaze flickering to your lips for the briefest second before he shook his head with a soft laugh. “yeah. you’re good.”

did he almost say something else?

you’d never know, because at that exact moment, yim si-wan (one of the senior cast members) poked his head in. “you two still here? wow, the dedication.”

you and jae-won jumped apart like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

si-wan raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. well, don’t stay too late, lovebirds.”

you spluttered. “we’re not—”

“okay, okay, scene partners.” si-wan winked before leaving.

you risked a glance at jae-won, who simply rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you.

꩜ .ᐟ ————

days later, during a break, you were lounging around with kang ha-neul and lee jin-wook, waiting for the next scene to be set up. the conversation had somehow drifted into embarrassing crush stories.

“oh, I have a good one,” ha-neul said, leaning forward with a smirk. “i once confessed to someone by accident because I was sleep-deprived. full-on I love you situation. worst part? they thought I was joking.”

you laughed. “that’s horrible. imagine confessing by accident. couldn’t be me.”

“you sure?” ha-neul teased. “i feel like that’s exactly how you’d do it.”

“no way.”

“actually…” jae-won’s voice cut in from behind you. “you kinda already did.”

silence.

your entire body went stiff. slowly, you turned to face him. “what?”

jae-won crossed his arms, lips twitching like he was trying not to smirk. “you told me you liked me last night.”

the room erupted.

“omg, y/n?.” Jin-Wook nearly choked on his drink.

ha-neul looked at you like you’d just given him the juiciest gossip of the year. “wait when?!”

your brain short-circuited. “that’s a lie.”

“nope.” jae-won looked far too amused. “you were half-asleep, though. i think you thought I was a dream or something.”

tou groaned, burying your face in your hands as the others howled with laughter. but through your fingers, you peeked at jae-won

his expression was different now, softer, almost… hopeful?

“don’t worry,” he said, just loud enough for only you to hear. ‘‘i like you too.”

you almost stopped breathing.

but before you could say anything, the director called, “alright, back on set!”

jae-won winked at you before walking off, leaving you stunned, blushing, and fully aware that this wasn’t just a crush anymore.

꩜ .ᐟ ————————————————————————

hope you enjoyed it!

(english is not my first language so my apologies for any mistakes i may have made)

[spideyson-stuff]

‼️ANGST‼️

Tony is the kind of person who is rude without realizing it, and Peter is not very sensitive but is still a teenager who needs approval and affection, so Tony only realizes he is being an idiot when it is too late

So he would be an asshole without realizing it, belittling Peter's efforts sometimes

Tony: Wow, you call THAT an experiment? boy, at your age I already had 3 PHD's HA!

Peter: Oh... so cool haha...

Or simply belittling Peter for being younger, just with the intention of protecting him, but wow, he does it the wrong way...

Tony: Avengers, come on, everyone united is important

Peter: Ok I'll get my suit-

Tony: No no no no no, you are a reckless child, you will only cause us problems

Peter: Uh... ok... see you later then...

Or worse, he would embarrass himself in front of everyone for fun, thinking he was being funny

Tony: Hey hey hey calm down kid, we don't want you to freak out like last time, do we?

Steve: What... are you talking about?

Tony: Puff, you know, kids, he got all pissed off because I didn't listen to him about a test and he started yelling like crazy talking nonsense, and I had to ground him hahaha

And everyone knows you SHOULDN'T go around talking about someone having a tantrum but Tony doesn't listen and keeps doing similar things

Or just bad jokes about how Peter's parents are dead and how Peter will never see them again, honestly cruel stuff if the person you're making the joke with isn't comfortable with it

He's also kind of controlling and hypocritical, but I've already talked about that, in short, he's a jerk to Peter without realizing it.

One day he yells at Peter by accident because he was having a bad day, it was the last straw, Peter just started crying without realizing it and ran away from the tower and didn't speak to Tony for weeks

Tony doesn't know why but everyone throws in his face what an idiot he's being, Peter doesn't forgive him until months later, Tony doesn't blame him for it...

Everything turns out okay in the end? I don't know

[lilimaginebean]

five days — 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: omg no comment on grammy’s

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🥀 Day 4

"I don't know what to do with your uncle anymore. I asked him, I begged him, do you know how humiliating that was?" Kaiser said, covering his face in embarrassment.

You chuckled.

When you finally accepted the Emperor's request, he was on cloud nine. But you were there to remind him that life would never be easy for him. After his session, you casually told him that you couldn't go on a date with him until after the sessions, as his uncle has a rule about not dating costumers.

The moment you told him, you could see his soul leaving his body. How could he have been so unlucky? From that day on, whenever he was free, he would visit the studio and ask your uncle.

“Why does it even exist that stupid norm?” he asked confused

"Well... there was a girl who fell in love with a client, they started dating but then she found out he was cheating on her. So in the end, while he was in a tattoo session, the girl just tattooed him with the quote 'useless pig' and we almost got into legal trouble," you admitted, still remembering those frustrating days.

“Oh, it kinda of makes sense” Kaiser admitted, nodding “Still, what shall I do?”

"Maybe just talk honestly, or you could just wait until the last session," you said indifferently as you worked on a detail of the tattoo.

You really hoped he would take the second choice, because you had your final exams this month and you needed to study. Fortunately, his reading on analysing people must have helped him, because he started to rethink everything.

"Yeah, I mean I've been waiting for almost 4 months, it's not so bad to wait another one," he said, noting that he had a match in the next two weeks so the coach would probably add more training sessions.

You smiled at him.

"Well, even if it takes that long, we can talk about it. What do you want to do?" you asked him with a smile, excited just to think about having a date "Maybe... we could do something like arcade? or reading? Oh, I know a reading cafe, you would love it".

Kaiser titled his head, confused.

“Liebling, what are you even saying? I have already planned it” he said firmly

“What?”

He nodded.

"I've got everything planned after the first date, and it's going to be so great that you'll regret not taking me on sooner," Kaiser added proudly.

"Well, tell me how much it cost, and I will pay you half. You know?" you said.

"Have you only gone out with broke guys?" he said, raising an eyebrow, "I'm the one who asked you out, then I'll be the one who invites you to everything".

"Aww, really?" you softened to this comment.

"Yes, and I doubt you would even have the money to pay me half of it," he said in a teasing tone.

You rolled your eyes.

“Such a gentleman you are, in your own way” you said to give a quick look to the clock and see it was already striking 8PM “Oh wow, it’s already time to close the shop

Kaiser stared at the clock.

"It's really late, we should end the session here so you can get home safely," he added as he stood up and helped you tidy up.

Once everything was cleaned up, you both left the studio. You turned off the lights and closed the door to stare at Kaiser.

"So I guess this is goodbye," Kaiser said, still staring at you. His gaze always softened when he stared at you.

"Just one more session, it's not that much," you said, trying to comfort Kaiser.

"Yes, I can already see you thanking me for giving you the best date ever." he said with his eyes closed as if he could imagine that scenario, you hit him softly

"We'll see," you said, coughing softly. The low temperature made your throat a bit sore. Before you could cover your throat with your coat, Kaiser was already wrapping his scarf around your neck, "Thanks… but what about you?"

"Can't you ever thank me and stop asking me? It's nothing, I live near this place, you have a longer walk," he said while tying up your scarf as if you were a child "Also... I won't be able to visit you until the next appointment either, I have work to do," Kaiser admitted while thinking about how he had to take a flight to play a match.

You shook your head to show that you were not bothered.

"Don't worry, we'll meet in a month and I'll give you the scarf that day," you added firmly, while touching the scarf "I'll even wash it."

"You'd better, it's Cashemire." he replied in a serious tone "Anyways, after the next and last session, I will take you in the date. You don't have to do anything, just be ready and pretty." Having said that, Kaiser left you.

But as always, after five steps, Kaiser turned to look at you who were leaving the studio. He stared at you until you faded into the distance. Once you were gone, Kaiser started walking again, thinking about how he really couldn't wait for the date to come.

[haruriin]

VALENTINE EVE'S NIGHTMARE ♡ * ˖ ࣪ — CH. O1

★ synopsis: every teenage girl has her own struggles, so naturally, you found a way to escape yours! though you never thought you would bump into a pretty boy who had the same habit as you...oh, he's actually in the same school as you? and you two share the same taste in movies too...? wow, lucky you!

*✧·˚ cw. rin itoshi x f!reader, this is a smau & written fic! reader has family issues, so does rin, reader is 16, reader is a smoker, this is angst for like 2 chapters the rest is pure crack/fluff trust, language.

after making sure you're carrying your headphones, keys, and —just in case— some spare coins inside your jacket pocket, you finally zip it up and carefully exit your room, opting to carry the few cat food cans that had been hiding under your bed in your hands, since carrying a bag for such a short trip would be a hassle anyways.

except the soft music blaring through your headphones and into your ears, the streets are mostly quiet except for the occasional sound of a car driving through the road every now and then. your neighborhood is relatively safe, so you haven't ever really worried much about going out alone, still, you make sure to be as close as possible to your home (even if being away is what you want the most) whenever you do.

when you get to the small park right next to the convenience store, there you see him, in all of his glory: mr. chonkers rolling around on his back without a care in the world. truly, you started sneaking out of your house late at night just to be able to breathe when your house got way too suffocating to do so, meeting the calico cat was pure coincidence, but he gave you an excuse to not make the people around you worry about your escapades, and honestly, you loved the (massive) little ball of fur, it kept you company when your mom wasn't there when you needed her, and when all your brother seemed to feel toward you was indifference.

"i could hear the mighty rumbles of your stomach from miles away" you kneel down in front of the cat, opening the cans of food and gently petting his fur while he gobbles them down.

you are lost in your thoughts, hugging your knees absentmindedly and resting your head against them when the soft breeze of the spring night envelops you, feeling at ease until you realize someone's very tall unmoving shadow looming over you...

"oh!" you gasp bringing your hand to your chest, your heart is beating faster than it ever has, thinking you were about to get robbed or something similar (at least you won't let anything bad happen to mr. chonkers!) and when you turn around, your heart beats twice as fast for an entirely different reason

there, what you think must be the most beautiful man you've ever seen, is standing with his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie, intently looking at...mr chonkers? as if you weren't even there.

"hm, that's why he was getting so fat huh" the stranger mutters under his breath while you try to pull yourself out of the trance that his beautifully long lashes have you in.

"um...is mr. chonkers yours?"

"mr. what..?" he seems to finally acknowledge your presence, turning to look at you with one eyebrow raised and a puzzled look on his face, you suddenly feel extremely self-conscious under his scrutinizing gaze...and you just embarrassed yourself too! truly, you didn't think the cat would have an owner, so you just went ahead and named him mr. chonk-

"it's not mine." the boy's voice brings you out of your mental rant "i just feed him sometimes."

oh...that certainly explains why mr. chonkers is so...chunky.

you stare at your feet for a bit, thinking about what your next move should be, you've been coming here almost every night ever since you moved here but it's your first time seeing this guy, maybe he's new here? shouldn't you ask for his number or something? you really should...he's so pretty too! okay, you definitely can do this!

"hey, since you've been feeding mr. chonkers too, we could take turns, can you give me your-" you stopped when you finally turned around to look at him, only to find that he wasn't there anymore! curse you, he probably just left thinking you were weird as hell while you were mentally preparing to ask for his number...

sigh. you kneel down again "you could've at least let me know you had someone else feeding you too, y'know?"

"meow?" you giggle when the cat starts rolling around happily in front of you, and you bend down some more to sratch on his tummy and chin before standing up and making your way back home.

you light up a cigarette and bring it to your lips while walking back to the house, deciding to take the longer way so you could take in the scenery while listening to your music.

even though your mind was flooded with images of the pretty stranger and the way you embarrassed yourself in front of him, so you couldn't really focus on anything else...

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a/n: finally got the courage to start posting fics again LMAO im so excited ab this one...hopefully i can post ch. 2 tomorrow🤞🏻

© haruriin 2025.

[cookie-gal]

Chapter 1 of my EPIC AU

Cowardice of a king

It was morning... again the sun rised up and out gleamed through the window of the palace. Odysseus' slumber was interrupted by the warm beam of the sun. The sun was practically telling him to get up but, he didn't want too. He was afraid. Afraid of going outside. Afraid of the hundreds of women practically 108 to be exact.

"Please... Please Penelope...!"

His sight being barley clear as he sees her right next to him on the bed but right when he tries to reach out to her, she vanishes.. from his sight. Was he dreaming again why does he feel so selfish?

Once finally up, out of bed Odysseus stares down at the empty spot of king size bed she... She really was gone..

"Penelope..."

He caresses the empty spot of bed as he starts to slightly get teary eyed remembering the times when she was there with him always telling him that she'll stay with him forever. But now, that seems like a lie now she left him. Left to the Trojan war, he was too scared to go he was a deiblós. A coward.

He grabbed his a sandals within his reach, walking towards the door and then freezes his hand on the door

Giggling and mumble speaking can be heard behind the door

"Oh..no.. why now.."

He quietly whimpered to himself. Even though he didn't really want to, he had to go.. He opened the door to see a empty corridor. Odysseus peeks his head out of the door to the bedroom. Once step into the eeriely quiet hallway he felt a sudden chill.

"Hey Telemachus.."

There he was, fast asleep.. in his small bed. Odysseus smiled softly and caressed the young boy's head gently.

"Thank Gods your okay...(Sighs) I wish Penelope could see you now. You've grown so much..!"

The young boy smiled in his sleep and then turned, not facing his father anymore and faced the warmth of the sun through the window. The warm and calm atmosphere gets abruptly ended from the sudden noises of women suitors talking.

Odysseus hesitantly left the bedroom, heading towards the dining room

2

And there they were, 108 woman staring at him. The women gossiped with each other as Odysseus anxiously walked around the big room

"He's always wearing that blanket why is that?"

"I heard he uses it to hide his scars."

"That's quite cowardice isn't he a man, Men aren't supposed to hide their scars they should just show them out"

"I'd say that's quite childish if you ask me, especially with that the case he's constantly having a blanket. And he's supposed to be the king of this place that's quite pathetic.*

They were right. Even though he tried to ignore their words, but they were right.. Right?

Instead of getting a drink liked he planned, Odysseus gets painfully swiftly pulled by someone who he felt deep hated for and yet feared at the same time, Calypso.

"Hey Odysseus, were you hiding in your room again? No wonder the queen left you it was probably quite.. sad to be with you."

"What, no..! NO! She didn't leave me, she just...went to...to war...! Because..."

"--Because a man was too scared to go to war."

"Wh- Wh- I-I'm not.."

He was pretty much speechless he couldn't really get a word out properly. Calypso smugly smiled as she spills her drink at Odysseus. Making him feel a whirlwind of a ton of emotions.

Odysseus, not paying attention towards his surroundings slips on something presumably what was left of the spilled drink.

All the women gleefully smiled as some of them started following Calypso circling around him

"Oh wow, he really is pathetic. How is a man scared of going to war and let's his wife takes his place there I'd say that is quite embarrassing."

Stop it

"You think that's embarrassing, I find it MORE embarrassing that this man is our king. What kind of king is so childish! I mean, he's already looking teary eyed from getting wet. It's almost ironic and sad at the same time"

Please make it stop!

"Yeah, the queen was way more mature than him I don't see what she saw in him-"

"I'M NOT A CHILD!!"

3

Silence filled the room as all the suitors stared at Odysseus with shock and disgusted looks on their faces

"Calypso- AHHH!"

Calypso snatches away Odysseus' cover, gripping him aggressively by the pained scarred arm. Odysseus let out a small quiet yelp.

"YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE A MAN! ANY MAN CAN HANDLE PAIN, EMOTIONAL OR PHYSICAL! Even in the war... Come on ladies, let's have some fun with this.. man here"

"N-no please I don't wanna.. I DON'T WANT ANOTHER SCAR PLEASE!! AHHH STOP!"

They were pulling at him, hurting him, Odysseus' panic wasn't helping him either, his struggling was making the tightened grasp on his wrists more painful

"HOLD HIM DOWN LADIES, I wanna make this feel right~"

"N-no please..!"

Pleading for them to stop is pointless..

"Tell me, if you're really a man, a good king, let's see if you can handle THIS without screaming or crying.."

Calypso pulled out a small dagger slightly stained with old blood his blood.

Odysseus closed his eyes tightly not wanting to see. It, it was easier this way.. He winced and whimpered repeatedly He.. he should be use to this already, it was almost everyday this happens. The small blade felt like it was getting deeper into his arm, it was seemingly getting more different to hold in his tears.. the pain was too unbearable to not cry about man or not.

Once the deed was done, the rest of the suitors left the room leaving Odysseus alone with Calypso

Odysseus continued to stare at the ground not wanting to make eye contact with this sick fiend, that was right in front of him. Calypso lifted up the pathetic king by his chin making him feel extreme chills down his spine

"Awh Ody, poor Ody. "

She giggled and then continued her little monologue

"Seems like you are man. But, I wouldn't say you're a good king though. I still find it absolutely ironic that out all people she could've married she choosed you. A coward of a king. How pathetic."

After that he was left alone.

4

But, she was right.. Wasn't she, why would Penelope love him again.. Especially seeing how emasculated he became, how weak he became.. He, he really was a pathetic man. Could he really consider himself as king of Ithaca anymore? Why is he so useless and selfish? Letting his wife go and take his place into war while he hides and cries in the palace like a child would.

How the hell can someone be so worthless

Telemachus watched warmly as the sun slowly went down. While watching it go down, a big bird spots his eye, a big black one with it's face n neck being Red. A vulture. The vulture glanced back at him through the window as it flew away into air

"OOH MY GODS THAT WAS SO COOL! I GOTTA TELL FATHER!"

The excited child raced out of room towards their father's big bedroom door but something was wrong. Muffled pained cries can be heard from the other side

Telemachus gently opened the door to see Odysseus laying his face on the edge of the bed Telemachus trying to not startle their distraught father, slowly approaches him

"F-Father, are you alright?"

No response verbally, he only responded by burying his face in his arms more and slightly shuddering and breathing slightly shaking as well

"Dad please say something.."

"It hurts Telemachus... It hurts so much I don't understand why though..."

"Why what dad?"

"Why... WHY ARE THEY EVEN HERE!! WH-WHY... WHY AIN'T I USE THIS BY NOW!? WHY.. why... did she have to go!! I don't think I can take anymore of THIS.. I'm feeling too much it hurts! Why...am I such a awful husband..!?"

"Dad, don't say that mom loves you."

"She does.. But what if she doesn't once she returns home.. and realizes that I'm nothing but a coward and actually leaves me. Hell, almost everyday Calypso comes t-torments me everyday! And each time she and her friends hold me down to cut me.. to stab ME it just gets harder and harder not to cry or whimper the knife feels like it gets deeper and deeper into my arm and I can't take it anymore!"

5

"I'm sick and tired of being scared...and afraid! I.. I'm supposed to be a man, a king!And y-yet why can't I ST-STOP crying--"

An embrace of Telemachus' arms wrapped around Odysseus.. but why? The sad king still confused didn't hug back

"You seemed like you needed a hug.. Listen dad, I don't really know what to say about what you're going through... Except that I'm sorry that your going through so much.. And about mother, she's probably trying her best to get back to us! I have hope in her! And I think you should have hope too."

"I.."

Odysseus was speechless but the child was sorta right or atleast he hoped that what they were saying is true; Penelope told him that her leaving him was her protecting him though at first he didn't really understood what she meant by that..

"Telemachus I... Thank you.. I needed that a lot.."

"No problem! I'm always here for you!"

Feeling like he needed say something else.. anything but before he could Telemachus leaves waving his hand bye and shutting the door. What, what just happened...? Why did Telemachus leave. Odysseus got on his bed and stared at the ceiling and pondered;

Isn't quite pathetic that you have to your young child to help you with a breakdown

"No...!"

So embarrassing for such a king

"Stop..!"

So weak, what makes you think Penelope would love you you've became so cowardice

"MAKE THE THOUGHTS STOP!! PLEASE!! P-PENELOPE..."

He stared at his hand for a good while.. his ring.. Her ring from before.. He started to remember what happened when she left How she left..

The weather perfectly captured his mood; cloudy.. expect there wasn't rain.. Odysseus repeatedly paced back in fourth in the bedroom pondering on whether he should go war and "sacrifice" himself.. But the thought of him being separated from his love terrified him.. But why? Why was he so scared, why couldn't he stop to trembling What was he afraid of happening?? Dying that's what.. the thought of death terrified him the most.

5.6

"NO!! STOP!!"

No, it didn't matter if he was scared.. he had to go..

He, he NEEDS to go

Odysseus heavily sighs to himself and exits the bedroom and enters the living room where he left Penelope but she..was gone? She, just left him?

"P e n e l o p e . . ?"

Odysseus felt a a sudden chill as he turned around, hearing footsteps from behind. Penelope was holding his bow?

"Penelope what are you--"

"I'm taking your place love."

Her voice was so haunting, monotone.. fear stirred faster inside of Odysseus

"P-PENELOPE YOU CAN'T! I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU I-I can't.. can't...!"

Penelope put her hands on Odysseus cheek

"Ody, you've done so much for me and I appreciate it.. I really do."

"Penelope why? I can go instead, I don't wanna..see you.."

Odysseus reaches his hand out towards her but Penelope stopped him and grabbed his hand

"Ody, I can handle this. Hey take care of Temelachus for me please.."

"But I..."

Penelope wiped the tear off of her sad husband's face and gives him a small kiss on the cheek

"Again love, you've done so much for me.. To protect me too. Now it's my turn, It's my turn to finally protect you."

And that was it, that was the last thing he heard her say as she walked away from him

*Odysseus wanted to say something anything that would stop her! But he couldn't move, why? WHY COULDN'T HE MOVE?!

He felt like his whole world was crumpling apart, his heart was shattering and breaking so much!

"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME PENELOPE!!"

He screamed, but there was nothing, no voice or anything he was alone..

Odysseus cried, he was stuck in his own hell; A empty cold void where he was all alone by himself. Or so he thought when he felt a tight painful grip on his shoulder

"Awh poor you. It seems like we FINALLY have time to play~"

The voice was familiar.. it was mocking him.. She was mocking him. Calypso.

"HOLD HIM DOWN LADIES!"

Once that was said, a bunch of hands came down restrained Odysseus. He screamed

"NO NOT AGAIN PLEASE L-LET ME GO!!"

5.7

His heart was racing erratically his struggling from the women grasps on his wrists were making his panicking even worse

WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING WHY IS IT GETTING HARDER TO BREATHE!!

Calypso approaches Odysseus slowly.. Pinning her dagger instead of his arm.. towards his head

"No.."

"Bye, bye, Old king"

He screamed jolting up only to realize where he was.. His bedroom.. Once finally calmed down, he looked down at what he had of left his beloved wife.. His wedding ring..

Odysseus cried into his hands.. shuddering.

"P-Penelope... gods wherever you are please... PLEASE COME BACK! I MISS YOU TOO MUCH IT HURTS! It hurts a lot..!"

Dear god this took forever lol Anyway I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of my AU thing there'll be more soon maybe... Hopefully

[ducksido]

Meeting Dahlia Spade and eating chocolate with Deuce (Deuce Valentine)

Valentine’s Day had arrived at Night Raven College, and while the atmosphere was buzzing with romantic confessions and sweet treats, Deuce Spade was dealing with a serious case of nerves.

He had spent the entire morning hyping himself up, pacing in his dorm room, rehearsing what he was going to say to Y/N. It wasn’t that asking them to be his Valentine was a scary idea—it was just that every time he tried to, the words got stuck in his throat.

Finally, after much internal debate (and some tough love from Ace, who told him to “just man up and do it already”), Deuce took a deep breath and found Y/N in the courtyard, sitting on a bench and enjoying the crisp February air.

“H-Hey, Y/N!” Deuce called out, voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached them. “Uh… mind if I sit with you?”

Y/N smiled and patted the empty space beside them. “Of course. What’s up, Deuce? You look a little… tense.”

Deuce swallowed hard. “So, um… it’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

They nodded, amused. “That’s right.”

Deuce fumbled inside his pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled red envelope. “I-I wanted to give you this. And, uh, ask you something…”

Curious, Y/N opened the envelope and found a heartfelt, handwritten card inside. It wasn’t fancy—just simple, honest words from Deuce asking if they would be his Valentine. The effort and sincerity behind it made warmth bloom in their chest.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes soft. “Deuce, this is really sweet. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

Deuce’s face turned as red as Riddle’s hair. “R-Really? That’s… wow! I mean, great! I was, uh, kinda worried you’d say no.”

They chuckled. “Why would I say no? You’re kind, hardworking, and you’re always looking out for me.”

If it was even possible, Deuce’s face burned even hotter. He scratched his cheek and let out an awkward chuckle. “Geez, you’re gonna make me all flustered…”

Y/N grinned. “That’s the goal.”

After a moment of gathering his composure, Deuce perked up. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to visit my mom. She always makes a ton of sweets on Valentine’s Day, and I… I kinda want her to meet you.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. Meeting his mom? That was a big step, but the hopeful look in Deuce’s eyes made it clear that this was important to him.

They smiled. “I’d love to meet your mom.”

Later that evening, Deuce and Y/N arrived at his family home, a cozy little house that felt warm and welcoming. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by a cheerful voice.

“Deuce! Welcome home, sweetheart!” Dahlia Spade stepped out from the kitchen, apron on, her expression lighting up when she saw her son. Then her gaze shifted to Y/N, and her eyes twinkled. “And this must be the special guest I’ve heard so much about.”

“M-Mom!” Deuce spluttered, looking absolutely mortified. “I-I just said they were coming over! Not that they’re— I mean, they are, but—”

Y/N laughed, finding his flustered reaction adorable. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Spade. Deuce talks about you a lot.”

Dahlia chuckled, wiping her hands on her apron before clasping them together. “Well, that’s sweet to hear. I hope it’s all good things.”

“Of course!” Y/N reassured her. “He’s always telling me how much he looks up to you.”

Deuce groaned. “Y/N, please.”

His mother beamed with pride, ruffling his hair despite his protests. “That’s my boy. Now, come on, you two. I made chocolate-covered strawberries, cookies, and just about every sweet you could think of. You better have room for dessert!”

Y/N and Deuce shared a glance before grinning. Spending Valentine’s Day with Deuce was already special, but getting to meet his mom and share this moment with him? That made it even sweeter.

Later that night, after stuffing themselves with sweets, Deuce and Y/N found themselves lounging in Deuce’s old bedroom, surrounded by childhood mementos and trophies from his past. The two sat on the floor, passing a box of chocolates between them, the cozy atmosphere wrapping them in a warm glow.

Deuce popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth, sighing in satisfaction. "Man, I forgot how good Mom's chocolates are."

Y/N chuckled, watching as a smudge of melted chocolate clung to the corner of his lips. "Hold still for a sec."

Before Deuce could react, Y/N leaned in and kissed the chocolate away, their lips barely lingering before pulling back with a smirk.

Deuce’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed frozen in place. Then, his face turned bright red, and he sputtered, "W-Wha—Y-Y/N!"

Y/N grinned mischievously. "What? You had chocolate on your face. Just helping you out."

Deuce covered his face with his hands, groaning dramatically. "You can't just do that without warning!"

Y/N laughed, nudging him playfully. "Guess you'll have to get used to it."

Despite his flustered state, Deuce couldn’t hide the smile forming on his lips. Maybe this was the best Valentine’s Day ever.

[exhaustedpirate]

fire engine red

my entry for day 5 of @bucktommyfluffebruary the buckley-kinards have a small mishap before a very important event - piper is a safe haven baby (from my previous work "on waking up beside you") and she was adopted by married buck and tommy three years after that (she was given back by another family) and they have been a family since then!

rated G | 497 words also on AO3

Tommy could do laundry in his sleep.

Maybe that was the problem.

Maybe that’s why he was now holding the shirts they were supposed to wear for Piper’s saxophone recital and they were red.

He must have accidentally left her fire engine red pyjama shirt inside the laundry basket. 

Maybe drying them would solve it? 

Tommy sighs. It didn’t.

He was now holding two warm and still very red shirts while standing by the washing machine, maybe hoping for some belated superpowers to turn them back to white. He would have been such a useless superhero.

“Tom? Babe?” 

Oh god.

Tommy turns to Evan at the doorway still holding the red shirts making his husband’s eyes widen. His mouth opens and closes before he gives up with a sigh. “They’re red.”

“A-Are those the shirts for Piper’s recital?”

Tommy bites his lip as he nods. 

“Damn.”

“Laundry, Evan, I screwed up laundry.” Tommy hides his face with the so-very red shirts.

“Tommy, it’s-”

Piper’s heavy footfalls stop as she slides onto Evan’s side. “Dad, dad! Chris called and he wants-” Her eyes land on the red shirts and Tommy’s embarrassed face peeking out from over them. “Wow, those are really red.”

Tommy groans and hides his face again, not even the warmth and sweet smell of laundry can make him feel better.

“Yeah, P, something red got into the wash with the whites and stained the whole thing.” Evan explains and his tone is soft, not judgemental and yet Tommy feels the shame.

“Are those for my recital tonight?”

“Yeah.” Tommy grumbles.

He hears Piper’s giggle and comes out of his Tropical Sunset-scented cocoon to watch as his daughter covers her mouth to poorly conceal her giggles and Evan’s lips curling up in that beautiful teasing smile Tommy loves so much.

“What?”

“This just came through the group chat,” Evan explains, turning the screen of his phone to him while Piper hugs his side. It’s a picture of Christopher holding a very red shirt while covering his face with the other hand. “It seems the Buckley-Kinards aren’t the only ones with laundry mishaps.”

Later that night, the row reserved for Piper’s family stands out among any other. 

From Eddie, Christopher, Tommy and Evan’s red shirts under their dark blazers; to the thrifted red blazer and tie Howie found last minute; to the red tight dresses from Athena and Maddie; to Hen’s red pinstripe trousers; to Karen and Mara’s matching red flowing dresses; to Bobby’s red tie; Denny’s red sweater, May’s red pantsuit and Harry’s red hoodie. 

There are amused whispers, photos and giggles, and in the middle of it all Tommy and Evan looking proud as Piper waves wide at the fire engine red row in the audience, almost hitting her friend with her saxophone in her excitement, before pointing.

“That’s my family!” 

“Where?” One of them teasingly asks, creating a wave of giggles that triggers the audience’s own laughter.

Sometimes, the best memories happen by accident.

i know that the clothes would technically turn pink BUT i had already written this before i realised that and I really like the pun in the title so pls, suspend your disbelief with me!

[mya-valentine]

What if the league of villains had a S/O who is a petty savage? (Like Jade West from victorias or Sam Puckett from icarly) she's all sweet and nice but if any hero/ other villain, say something about her lover. That person better count their blessings and say their prayers because they're in for a rude awakening.🤣

Headcanon: L.O.V. With a Petty S/O

A/N: Sorry, this took entirely way too long 😭 and if you can't tell, I had so much fun writing this

Kurogiri

Kurogiri appreciates your duality—you're refined and polite, but if someone dares disrespect him, suddenly, you're threatening to shove them into one of his portals permanently.

He never has to raise his voice because you're already doing it for him, standing up for him like a protective attack dog in designer boots.

A hero once called him "Shigaraki’s babysitter"—you made sure they tripped into one of his warps and ended up miles away from where they were supposed to be.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was that your dignity I just threw into the abyss? Oops."

Mr. Compress

You have so much fun verbally wrecking people with him. He’ll roast someone in a classy, theatrical way, and you’ll come in with the finishing blow that leaves them speechless.

Someone insults his mask? Snatch. Now it's your mask, and you'll return it when they apologize.

A hero tried to be snarky about his missing arm—you made sure their boots were suddenly glued to the ground. "Wow, must be hard moving forward with a disadvantage, huh?"

He’s obsessed with how protective you are. He always bows dramatically and goes, "My hero," whenever you absolutely annihilate someone on his behalf.

Tomura Shigaraki

Listen, he’s the one who’s usually petty, but you? You take it to another level. You once spent a whole week making a pro hero’s life hell because they insulted his gaming skills.

"What did you say about my man? No, no, don’t backtrack now, you were talking big a second ago."

You handle the verbal attacks while he just stands there, scratching his neck and watching you go feral. He’s got heart eyes the entire time.

He once complained about Endeavor, and you immediately took it upon yourself to send an anonymous package filled with insults disguised as a fan letter.

Dabi

Dabi lives for the drama. Someone tries to roast him? Oh, babe, go ahead. Cook them.

You’re constantly out-pettying heroes and even other villains. You once used a hero's own catchphrase against them in an argument, and Dabi nearly set the building on fire from laughter.

Hawks made a slick comment about Dabi once—you made sure his next mission was full of unexpected inconveniences. "Wow, Hawks, those wings working slower than usual? Must be karma."

Dabi will 100% instigate. "Babe, did you hear what they said about me?" (They didn’t even say anything, he just wants to watch the chaos.)

Spinner

Spinner is not used to someone going feral on his behalf. At first, he's a little overwhelmed, but deep down? He loves it.

"You—you don’t have to go that hard for me—okay, you’re already doing it."

Someone once made a lizard joke at his expense, and before he could even react, you went, "Oh, I'm sorry, are you a biologist? No? Then shut your damn mouth."

You once fought someone in a GameStop parking lot because they insulted his gaming skills.

Twice

"Babe, you don’t have to—OH, YOU'RE ALREADY SWINGING!"

Twice adores you. Someone calls him unstable? You’re already in their face, asking if they’d like to experience real instability.

You once wrote a detailed list of all the reasons a hero sucked and left it in their locker. Twice kept a copy for fun.

He gets really emotional about how protective you are. "WOW, NO ONE’S EVER FOUGHT FOR ME LIKE THAT BEFORE! MARRY ME! No, seriously, marry me!"

Himiko Toga

You and Toga together? Dangerous. She already loves chaos, but you? You make sure the disrespect is handled properly.

Someone once called her creepy, and you made sure their social media was permanently ruined. "Oops, did I post that embarrassing childhood photo of you? Guess you shouldn’t have run your mouth."

She adores how savage you are. Sometimes she just sics you on people for fun. "Oh no, babe, they said something so mean about me—go get 'em!"

If someone flirts with her in front of you? You stare at them until they leave, and she finds it absolutely hilarious.

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